If you don't give up, I'd like to be your adoptive father.

Chapter 378 Frost Blade Roars
"Chicken soup is here~~~"

After a full hour, Xiaoyu finally served the last dish.

"Hahahaha, godfathers and godmothers, please enjoy it." The smile on her face was so bright that even the most cautious Taoist priest began to doubt: Could it be that Yu Fengxian really intended to join them and take Feng Nipo as her master?
Well, it’s not their fault for imagining things. Xiaoyu’s smile is just too sincere. There’s no disguise at all. It comes purely from the heart.

During the more than an hour of cooking, she finally figured out the killer move of this group of "evil spirits".

Eight people took more than an hour. The speed was a bit fast, but it didn’t mean that they were weak.

The main thing is that the quintuplets are counted as one person, and their special weapon is plague, which can be restrained by medical skills.

However, the other three only completed the method of sudden attack and killing.

It is not a face-to-face killing where both sides are well prepared, and it is not a group killing.

It was a sudden one-on-one attack.

Now they are not alone, they are a group of people sitting together.

There were two reasons why she could still laugh so happily: First, and the most important reason, was that for a midnight snack, they changed from sitting in two rows to sitting around the dining table - the quintuplets sat together, and the other three sat together.

In other words, Xiaoyu can launch an attack suddenly, let the Five Plague Kings go first, kill three birds with one stone, and bring the other three people into his attack range.

Secondly, the fake nun is not the weakest, but she is a swordsman, and her method of violent killing is about to be completed.

Next, Xiaoyu is confident that he can continue to delay for a while.

In this way, even if she was not in the best position and could not take down the three people with one sword, she could let the fake nun and the Five Plague Gods go first, and focus on taking care of the monk and the Taoist priest.

"I told you a long time ago that the food you cooked is not delicious, so I told you to stop bothering."

The monk had an indifferent expression. He only glanced at the steaming sand jar, then looked away with a look of disgust.

He was the greediest one, but he had put down his chopsticks and bowl half an hour ago.

It's not that there's no food on the table.

Yu Fengxian is really efficient in cooking.

Before they had finished the braised meat and fresh fruits she brought, she served them the first plate of stir-fried pork liver - the pigs from the pen in the backyard of Shuiyue Temple had been slaughtered by her.

The pork liver was not cleaned and had a strong fishy smell, so I give a bad review!

It’s overcooked and hard to chew, so I give it a bad review!

Too much salt, the taste is too salty and hard to swallow. Bad review!
The monk reluctantly took a few bites with his chopsticks and then gave up.

The second dish was stir-fried pork with garlic sprouts. The hair on the skin was scraped off, but the skin was not burnt, and there were obvious hair roots left, which hurt the tongue when eating, and the taste was extremely bad.

The third dish is pork ribs stewed with radish.

It was still the same old problem. It was not washed clean. Later, the monk asked clearly and found out that it was not that it was not washed clean, but that it could not be washed clean at all, because the pig was not bled when it was slaughtered!

If they were all street urchins, maybe they could barely swallow it.

But they are not rough.

They are all super bosses in Tianmen Town and Yingxiang Mansion. They are fond of fine food and have become picky eaters.

The lamb tribute wine from Shuqufang and the braised pork from Chenjia Laoludian that Xiaoyu brought at the beginning are indeed the best in Tianmen Town, and they also like to eat them.

After that, all the dishes cooked by Xiaoyu, whether meat or vegetables, were delicious. But it couldn’t be said to be terribly bad, just the average level of modern people.

Now it is ancient times, there is no technology or hard work to improve the taste of dishes, so we can only rely on cooking skills. Unfortunately, although she is also a time traveler, she does not have the skills that other time travelers must have: "Just making a barbecue can make a princess cry with hunger."

"I'm sorry that I'm not a good cook. But this pot of old hen soup has been stewing on the stove for a long time."

Xiao Yu pointed at the sand jar, looking embarrassed. "Everyone can try it. It's made by stewing old hens in water without adding anything else. Maybe it tastes good! It's freezing cold, and drinking some warm soup will make your stomach feel good."

The monk is big and has a big appetite, so he really wasn’t full just now.

Hearing her say this, I also felt that the ingredients for stewing the old hen in clear water were fresh enough - the old hens that laid eggs every day in Shuiyue Temple were slaughtered, and nothing was added, so the taste could not be bad.

He picked up the spoon, scooped himself a bowl of soup, and without fear of the heat, poured it directly into his mouth.

"Did you forget to add salt?" He frowned and put down the bowl.

"Yes, it's a bit bland? You said earlier that the stir-fried dishes were too salty, so you put less salt in the old hen soup."

Xiao Yu turned around and shouted towards the door: "Tong An, go to the kitchen and get the salt shaker."

"Okay, stop it." The Taoist said impatiently, but his eyes were looking at Feng Nipo.

Grandma Feng understood and waved to Xiaoyu.

Xiao Yu glanced at the seats of everyone at the table, dragged a small stool, placed it behind the monk and the Taoist priest, and sat diagonally opposite Feng Ni Po.

She had her back to the monk and the Taoist priest, which put her in a theoretically disadvantageous position and did not arouse their vigilance.

"Grandma, you have seen my sincerity. Are you willing to teach me the method of seeing through the sky and the earth?" Xiaoyu was still actively controlling the direction of the topic.

Unfortunately, she cooked for more than an hour, and Mrs. Feng's patience was exhausted.

"Xiao Fengxian, tell me the truth, why did you come to Shuiyue Temple tonight?"

Xiaoyu deliberately froze for a moment, and fell into hesitation and confusion again.

Po vonnie kept staring at her sharply, and so did the others.

After a while, Xiao Yu whispered, "This evening, I met the widow Huang from Soy Sauce Lane at Tianbaoju."

Even if she can't continue to control the direction of the topic, she can control the rhythm of the story!

Xiaoyu told the story in great detail, from the time when Widow Huang came looking for her to her going to Bao'an Hall to look for Cui'er, and even interspersed the story of her chance encounter with the old courtyard master a few days ago.

The story was told, and the method of forcibly killing the fake Taoist nun was also completed!
"Grandma, Mr. Wang suspects that you are doing something to harm Sister Cui'er and the old man."

Xiao Yu looked at Feng Nipo, and in his heart he also looked at Feng Nipo's method of killing.

Unfortunately, there are no techniques or methods to target the "evil demon".

This means that Feng Nipo could not threaten her life with the "Xianxiong".

"So I came to Shuiyue Temple with gifts."

Xiao Yu only spoke slowly, without pausing, and continued: "If grandma cast a curse to harm people, I am willing to be a peacemaker and let Mr. Wang come to Shuiyue Temple and kneel in front of grandma to kowtow and apologize.

If it has nothing to do with grandma, please use the Sky-Seeing-Earth-Observing Great Method to investigate the real murderer."

Feng Nipo showed a hint of sneer on her face, "Can you bring Mr. Wang to Shuiyue Temple?"

Xiao Yu showed a look of doubt, "Is it really grandma who did it? What is a fierce demon? How can we control it?"

"Hmph, isn't the Xiongxi just an evil ghost? As a grandma, I can exorcise ghosts and control gods, so controlling the Xiongxi is easy as pie." Grandma Feng Ni said proudly.

"Now that you know who the real murderer is, what are you going to do?" the Taoist said with narrowed eyes.

Xiao Yu was surprised again, glanced at everyone and said: "Do you also have a grudge against Master Wang?" "We don't have a grudge against Master Wang, but we also don't have a grudge against his magic treasures, hehe." The monk laughed a little ferociously.

Except for Xiaoyu, everyone in the room, including Feng Nipo, was on edge, quietly preparing for both defense and outbreak.

"Wang family's magic treasure." Xiao Yu was silent for a moment, and then said, "When Mr. Wang was young, he did meet two immortals, a monk and a Taoist priest. The immortals loved his sincere and gentlemanly character and gave a magic treasure to the Wang family.

But you are all masters of the Tao, and you will understand a very simple truth - the immortal treasure given to the Wang family by the immortal can only belong to the Wang family. "

"That's not necessarily true." The fake Taoist nun said with a sweet smile, "Immortals are not Taoist ancestors, so they cannot know everything.

Once we get the magic treasure, we will definitely flee thousands of miles away and hide completely until we have completely digested it.

If you can't catch up with the immortal, or find him, you can only accept defeat."

Xiao Yu frowned and said, "You all have fairy treasures in your hands, but the fairy can't figure out the location of his own fairy treasure?"

“Don’t overestimate immortals. Even the Golden Immortal of the Chan Sect has lost his magic weapon before, and was even chased for thousands of miles by his disciples with the magic weapon.” The Taoist said lightly.

Xiao Yu was deliberately shocked, "How could a golden immortal lose his magic weapon? This doesn't make sense."

She didn't know whether the Golden Immortal of the Chan Sect had lost his magic weapon.

But she knew that Monkey King, Pigsy and Monk Sha in Journey to the West had indeed thrown weapons.

After losing the weapon, it is impossible to locate it directly through calculation.

There was an example of the Qiao Shi Sword returning home automatically, so Xiao Yu was very sure: the weapons of Wukong, Bajie, and Monk Sha had no spirit!

The Taoist looked at him with disdain, "You probably haven't even heard of 'The Investiture of the Gods'?"

Xiao Yu asked curiously, "I know that in the medieval times of the Conferred Gods, there was also the Investiture of the Gods!

Is Fengshen Jiushi a legendary story or an ancient book that records historical facts? "

“Don’t worry about what it is. If the fairy treasure can be taken away, we will definitely take away the fairy treasure of the Wang family.”

After the Taoist finished speaking, he stared at Xiaoyu's face.

Xiao Yu sighed: "Even if the fairy treasure can be snatched, there are so many of you——"

"Don't try to sow discord!" The Taoist shouted, and looked around, "The immortals' treasures can be taken away. If we get the immortal treasures, naturally anyone can use them."

The five lucky plague kings laughed together, "We don't need the fairy treasure, we just want the fairy fetus in Xue Cui'er's belly."

Xiao Yu resisted the urge to draw his sword immediately and said, "You five grown men, are there enough to share one immortal fetus?"

"Hehe, the value of an immortal fetus is not the amount of meat, but the immortal energy in it. Just because she is pregnant with an immortal fetus, Xue Cui'er's face already has an immortal energy, which shows how rich the immortal fetus is."

The five brothers had greedy looks on their faces, and even drooled at the corners of their mouths.

Xiao Yu said in a deep voice: "The immortal fetus must have had immortal friends in the previous life. After eating the immortal fetus, aren't you afraid of retribution?"

"Retribution? Hahahaha" the nine people laughed in unison, their laughter full of mockery.

A mockery of Xiaoyu, a mockery of retribution.

"The case of Shopkeeper Hu is right in front of us!" Xiaoyu sighed.

“Xiao Fengxian, you are still too shallow.” Feng Nipo shook her head and smiled: “Retribution will only fall on the weak and fools.

There are countless demon kings in Xiniu Hezhou. Which one of them does not kill and eat countless people?

Who gave them retribution?
Not to mention the ghosts and gods in the underworld, even the gods and generals in heaven dare not trouble them."

The fake nun smiled, "Others are fine, but Yu Fengxian, you are the most meritorious person in exterminating ghosts in Guaizi Mountain, and Yaochan is the most evil person.

But the result?

You wander around the streets every day, not even daring to go home, and you can't even sleep well, for fear that the evil cicada will come to your door.

Hehe, there is no doubt that the cicada will take revenge on you.

Once the evil cicada comes to your door, you will definitely die, and your soul may even be torn apart.

You, a good man and a great contributor, died tragically, but the demon cicada didn't receive any retribution at all!"

——After talking nonsense for a long time, the method of killing by force of the monk has been completed!

Xiao Yu sighed and said, "Perhaps the seniors are right. As long as you are strong enough and smart enough, you can at least postpone retribution indefinitely, if not completely avoid it."

"Have you figured it out?" Feng Nipo said with a smile.

Xiaoyu nodded, "That's the truth, I can't refute it."

Po Fengni smiled even more, "So what are you going to do?"

Xiao Yu lowered her eyes, "Grandma, what do you want me to do?"

"I want you to go to Wang's house immediately and bring Mr. Wang to see me." said Feng Ni Po.

"Okay, I'll take grandma to see Mr. Wang now—"

"clang~~" the Qiao Shi sword turned into a meter-long black fish dragon as it was unsheathed, and the scabbard burst, with fragments flying everywhere.

"Ang~~" The black fish dragon opened its mouth and bit the Taoist's head without any unnecessary movement.

"Hahaha, Yu Fengxian, I have been on guard against you!"

As the Taoist laughed, a broken bronze bell appeared out of thin air and hovered above his head.

"When~~"

The bronze bell rang, and golden ripples spread out. The black fish dragon had no time to dodge and immediately collided with the golden ripples.

"Boom~~~" The black fish dragon seemed to hit an indestructible wall.

The main god was directly defeated and turned into a four-finger-wide sword emitting red light.

The sword made a "buzzing" sound and was bounced away by the huge force. It turned into a streak of light, penetrated the wall, fell outside the house, and disappeared.

The Taoist priest was bathed in the golden light of the bronze bell, with his hands behind his back, smiling proudly, and said: "Your ghost spirit can only be used for performance on stage. Using it against the enemy is simply playing with your own life-"

"Pfft~~"

A line of green light (Quicksand Sword Qi) emerged from under the Taoist's body, and a line of blood appeared in the center of the Taoist's body as it moved upward from his crotch.

The Taoist's expression was stiff, and the divine light in his eyes quickly dissipated, leaving only confusion and fear. "What's going on? Why is there still a sword? And my body protection--"

"Hua La La~~~" Before he could finish his sentence, he was split into two equal parts from the blood line.

Organs and blood were all over the floor like a slop bucket that had been kicked over.

"Idiot, you don't even know how many swords I have, and you dare to pretend here."

(End of this chapter)