The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

Tongfu Inn.

Early in the morning, Bai Zhantang came back from the vegetable market and shouted: "Big Mouth, Big Mouth, good news, great news."

"Old White, what good can come of this? You just lie to me."

With a towel on his shoulders, the burly Li Dazui hurried out of the kitchen with a kitchen knife in his hand. He curled his lips and said disdainfully: "Now I, Li Dazui, am a top student at the Ling Chef Academy. I will not be fooled again!"

Pulling the sweaty Li Dazui over, Bai Zhantang said mysteriously: "The first God of Cooking Competition will officially begin in three months, and the first place winner will be named 'God of Cooking' by His Majesty."

"Master Chef Contest? Master Chef?"

Upon hearing this shocking news, Li Dazui was stunned. The kitchen knife in his hand fell directly to the ground with a clang. The sharp blade was only half an inch away from Bai Zhantang's toes.

"Oh! Oh my God! It was just a little bit off!" It was a close call. Bai Zhantang was still scared and patted his chest, feeling very relieved.

"Big Mouth, you have to behave well."

Tong Xiangyu, who was wearing a red silk dress, rolled her eyes and said, "In order to win the title of God of Cooking, you don't need to rest for the next three months. Work hard in the kitchen and practice more."

For the sake of huge sums of money and for the sake of the "little cutie", Tong Xiangyu, whose nature as a profiteer is exposed, decides to maximize the value of Li Dazui.

After some deception, Li Dazui's blood boiled. He pulled the towel on his shoulders and rushed into the kitchen, officially starting his three-month life as a slave.

Zhuque Street, Chrysanthemum Going Downstairs.

The seven-story inn is built entirely of spiritual wood and covers an area of ​​dozens of acres. The blue sign in front of the door flutters in the wind, and the high-hanging red lanterns symbolize that the business is booming.

"Boom boom boom!"

The genius chef Xiao Dajia holds the Yongling Knife in his hand, and the majestic "Ba Long Pattern" is clearly visible. Afterimages flash by, and the freshly caught sea bass is cut into thin slices.

Under the beams of dazzling golden light, the fish slices are as thin as cicada wings and appear transparent.

"Little Master."

Silang came bounding in, beads of sweat the size of beans dripping down his forehead, his cunning eyes filled with anxiety.

Putting down the Yongling Knife in his hand, the young chef Liu Angxing, who was wearing a red chef uniform, turned around and asked in confusion: "What's wrong? Silang?"

"Little Master, look!"

Handing over the notice in his hand, Shiro said anxiously: "The first Chef God Competition is about to begin."

"Really?"

Hearing this, the young chef quickly read through the notice in his hand, his heart pounding and he was very excited. For a chef, the meaning of the God of Cooking Contest was self-evident.

There are only fame and fortune in the world. No one can be calm and treat fame and fortune as dirt!
The young chef is no exception. If he wins the championship in the God of Cooking Competition and lets the entire Daqian Immortal Court and the entire prehistoric world know about his cooking skills, he will die without regrets!

"Little Master, you must win first place."

With his fists clenched, Silang's face flushed, and he said excitedly: "The champion will be canonized as the God of Cooking by His Majesty, and he will ascend to heaven in one step. By then, the realm of gods and demons will not be a dream, and he may even have a chance to reach the realm of the evil spirits."

As the lord of the Immortal Court, Shen Yuanliang is in charge of the List of Gods and can enthrone the gods.

If he were to be canonized as the God of Cooking, even if he was a useless person, with the blessing of the godhood, his martial arts skills would improve by leaps and bounds. After all, this was the primitive world, and who wouldn't want to be immortal?
……

"Shaobing, freshly baked shaobing!" "Steamed buns, hot steamed buns, come and have a taste."

On the busy streets, the shouting lingered in her ears. The goddess Mi Fei thought of the tofu pudding she had just tasted and was still wanting more: "Tofu pudding, salty, really good."

The Lady of the Nine Heavens, who had changed into her regular clothes, took over the conversation and said, "I think sweet tofu pudding tastes best, Emperor Qian, what do you think?"

"one's man meat is another man's poison!"

Wiping the non-existent sweat from his forehead, Shen Yuanliang turned his head awkwardly and said, "They are all delicious, all delicious!"

A dispute over the sweetness and saltiness of tofu pudding began. Both sides refused to give in and the friendship was overturned. From then on, the charm of tofu pudding became famous throughout the world.

Shanhai Garden.

"Everyone, Shanhaiyuan specializes in cooking rare birds and animals. This is the menu. We have everything from flying in the sky, running on the ground, and swimming in the water."

In the private room, Shen Yuanliang shook his sleeves to brush away the non-existent dust, and after everyone was seated one by one, he handed over the menu.

Shanhaiyuan is named after the "Classic of Mountains and Seas", and now it finally lives up to its name. Dozens of hunting teams go from heaven to earth to provide it with a variety of food. It is the leading hotel in the entire Qingdi City.

“Stir-fried phoenix tongue, Buddha jumps over the wall, cherry meat, braised shark fin…”

Looking at the illustrated menu in her hand, Mi Fei, who was a foodie, didn't want to miss any of them. After a while, the round table was filled with delicious dishes.

"Brother Shen, thank you for your hospitality." Holding up the wine glass in his hand, the Ninth Young Master greeted enthusiastically: "Come, I'll toast you a glass, drink!"

"Dry!"

Shen Yuanliang sniffed the rich aroma of the wine and drank it all in one gulp.

One cup, two cups, the scene was very lively. The Ninth Young Master poured another cup of rice wine and asked casually: "Everyone in the city practices martial arts. Is there any special method?"

The Dakun Divine Court is the most powerful force in the human race. The ancient family name has ruled the earth for tens of millions of years. However, among the billions of people, only a small number of them embark on the path of martial arts.

The evil spirits and blood of fierce beasts are too violent, and only the bravest fighters are qualified to become warriors.

Therefore, even if most people live in a primitive world with rich spiritual energy, they can only work from sunrise to sunset and rest from sunset to sunrise, and a hundred years pass by in a flash.

If he knew the "secret" that everyone in the Daqian Immortal Court was as good as a dragon, he, the Ninth Young Master, would definitely be the next Divine Emperor of the Dakun Divine Court. For this reason, he put aside his pride and drank one glass of wine after another.

"Qi and blood martial arts, eat grains and cereals, transform them into qi and blood power, and use the qi and blood power to temper the skin, flesh and bones."

"The more you eat, the faster your martial arts will improve. This is a martial arts path about eating."

Shen Yuanliang did not hide anything and described the Qi and Blood Martial Arts in detail. Many clan brothers' eyes lit up after hearing what they said. As descendants of wealthy and powerful families, none of them were fools.

Thinking of this, the Ninth Young Master and others pricked up their ears and paid full attention. Many of them decided to try every possible means to obtain the Qi and Blood Martial Arts Techniques.

"Brother Shen, that's awesome."

"I'll toast you another glass."

After a while, the drunken Ninth Master raised his glass again, and the amber wine rippled and some of it spilled. I don't know if he was really drunk or just pretending to be drunk: "Can you lend me the Qi and Blood Martial Arts Technique to take a look?"

Shen Yuanliang narrowed his eyes and said meaningfully: "When I first entered Huoyun Cave, I exchanged the "Martial Classic" in order to gain points." (End of this chapter)