Senior brother, these dishes are your favorites, try them quickly.☆→☆→,” Mu Wan'er was fumbled to get the bowl covered on the plate as she spoke.

Zheng Ming hurriedly said, "Wan'er, let me do it!"

He gently opened the bowl and saw a bowl of fried mountain bamboo shoots. During the Great Jin Dynasty, although Zheng Ming was not very knowledgeable about food, Zheng Ming never treated himself in terms of food.

However, when he saw the bamboo shoots, he felt that what he had eaten in the past was all pig food. The fried bamboo shoots in front of him were not in the mouth, but the aroma inside made Zheng Ming feel intoxicated.

He couldn't help but pick up a piece of bamboo shoot and stuff it into his mouth. A fragrance suddenly spread from his tongue to his mind. At this moment, he actually felt completely intoxicated.

Delicious, really delicious.

Originally, Zheng Ming wanted to say something to Mu Wan'er, but at this moment, his instinctive trend made him quickly pick up the chopsticks and eat them quickly.

Stir-fried bamboo shoots, bacon and mushrooms...

Six or seven side dishes, plus the bowl of thick soup, were poured into his stomach by Zheng Ming in one breath.

At this time, he looked up at Mu Wan'er and saw Mu Wan'er sitting quietly opposite him, with a deep sense of satisfaction on his face.

"Oh, I've just been patronizing myself for eating. I forgot Wan'er, you haven't eaten yet!" Zheng Ming rubbed his hands, his old face turned a little red.

"It's okay, Wan'er has eaten it. Today's dishes are originally made for senior brothers. Since you like to eat, you will make more for you at noon." Mu Wan'er smiled gently and said gently.

The quiet and gentle little woman is Zheng Ming’s evaluation of Mu Wan'er, but at this time, he has to add a clever and skillful approach.

"No need, I'll cook lunch." Although Zheng Ming wanted Mu Wan'er to cook, how could he bear to let someone who couldn't see him cook.

"Don't your senior brother like the dishes made by Wan'er?" A trace of mist began to appear in Mu Wan'er's eyes.

Although these eyes cannot be seen, these eyes are still so beautiful.

"I like it, but senior brother, I don't want you to be so tired." Zheng Ming said anxiously at this time.

"Wan'er is not tired. It is Wan'er's favorite thing to be able to cook for you with senior brother." As Mu Wan'er spoke, she began to clean the table. How could Zheng Ming sit at this moment? So the two of them quickly cleaned up the table together.

Looking at Mu Wan'er, who was wearing a small apron and was as happy as a lark, Zheng Ming's heart made a decision, that no matter what, he must treat these eyes well.

...

Outside Wanxiang Mountain, more than a dozen warriors in blue robes were respectfully sent away more than a dozen warriors in purple robes.

Looking at the figures of these people, under the carrying of an artifact flying boat, they rushed to the highest Wanxiang Peak. Several leading blue-robed warriors breathed a sigh of relief and subconsciously wiped the sweat from their heads.

Although they are fellow disciples, they are still a little nervous.

"I really didn't expect that Master Zhao had just taken his disciples out for ten years and had reached the peak of the Lotus Realm."

A disciple in blue said with emotion: "From now on, the status of Huatian Peak will rise!"

The one who aroused his interest in speaking was a warrior in his twenties. He said enviously: "The disciples of Huatian Peak will have a significant increase in the status of our sect in the future."

"No matter how you say that, they will not be randomly assigned to do hard work like us disciples from Xiafeng."

A warrior with a horse-faced face seemed to be the highest among the people. He snorted coldly, "What's the use of envy? It's not something we can decide which mountain to enter."

"Actually, we are already lucky compared to most of the disciples of the sect. After all, we are still in Wanxiang Mountain, right?"

"Which other veins can only stay on their own small territory. Can the cultivation speed there be compared with Wanxiang Mountain?"

The words of the horse-faced warriors can be said to be in the hearts of everyone. They are all inferior and more than the lower ones, so they naturally like to complain occasionally.

What's more, I just saw someone who was much better than me.

"Uncle Zhao has become the peak of the Lotus Realm, and his status within our sect will be further improved in the future."

The horse-faced man pondered for a moment and whispered: "If you can find a way to worship his old man and sit down, tsk tsk!"

The others understood the meaning of the horse-faced man, but most of them didn't say anything. They knew that it would be a dream to sit down at the Uncle Zhao who had reached the peak of the Lotus Realm.

In Wanxiang Mountain, warriors below the Yuexian Realm are naturally the lowest-ranking disciples. And martial artists at the Yuexian Realm are the backbone of the entire Wanxiang Mountain.

Although their number is far lower than that of the disciples below Yuefan, they hold all kinds of rights in the entire Wanxiang Mountain. They are also the objects that those warriors who have not entered the Yuefan realm have always been flattered.

As for the Lotus Realm above the seventh realm of Yueyi, there are even fewer people, but what is certain is that as long as you enter the Lotus Realm, you can become the elders of the sect and even take charge of the power of life and death in Wanxiang Mountain.

If the Yuefan Realm is the backbone of Wanxiang Mountain, then the Hualian Realm is the highest force that controls the entire Wanxiang Mountain.

Of course, among the various small legends of Wanxiang Mountain, there are old monsters in their sects who are in the realm of life.

However, these old monsters in the divine realm of the disciples didn't know where they were. Few people saw them, and some people began to doubt whether they really existed.

However, these are still too far away from these disciples, so after envious of them, they changed the topic one by one.

"The six hundred and eighty-one lineage, this is the last day, and only six hundred and eighty-one lineage has arrived, which is more than twenty fewer than last year!" The person who spoke was still a disciple of Ma-faced. His words were filled with a sad feeling of pity for the heavens and the people.

His words made the expressions of those who were originally talking about the arduous warriors change. After a while, someone sighed: "When the ancestor of Wanxiang was still there, hundreds of meridians were able to fight, but tens of thousands of meridians participated."

"At that time, there were only tens of thousands of warriors in the Yueyi Realm!"

"Don't talk about the past, the situation in Wanxiang Mountain is not so easy now. I heard that the Cantian Sect caused trouble again a while ago."

"One day, I will attack the Cantian Sect's lair and catch them all in one place."

"Come on, Senior Brother, the last time we attacked the Cantian Sect, two old monsters from the Life God Realm appeared!"

"Okay, don't go so far, the time is almost done. According to the previous rules, there should be no branches again. Let's sort out the errands and report to the deacon later!"

The last person to speak was a young man with steady and firm eyes. Although his age was not the biggest among the people, his words could be supported by everyone.

"Senior Brother Li is right. Let's sort out the errands a little to save the deacon from going back and picking up the problem!" The young man with a horse face was very respectful to Senior Brother Li. His charming look was obviously trying to curry favor with Senior Brother Li.

And just as the young man on horse face spoke, someone snorted angrily: "Deacon, with the image of Fu, is he worthy of being a deacon?"

"If he hadn't been from the Ritian lineage, and his uncle was also a martial artist in the sect, why would he have fought with Senior Brother Li?" The young man who was speaking sounded very objection to the deacon, and even punched a rock directly into pieces.

Everyone present understands why his companion is so angry with Deacon Fu. Deacon Fu is pursuing the young man's childhood sweetheart.

Although the young woman's female companion is very firm, every man cannot tolerate such a thing happening.

What's more, this man is also a character in his own vein.

Senior Brother Li sighed and said, "Junior Brother, let's say what we said just now, we must not spread it. Although we are not incompetent to fight with Fu's surname, his uncle..."

Senior Brother Li didn't continue to say it, but everyone could hear it. He was very afraid of the martial artist in the Yuefan Realm.

No one laughed at this kind of fear. After all, maintaining respect for warriors in the Yuefan Realm is one of the laws of their survival here.

"The Rising Tian Line will occupy the Changtian Peak. Hey, it seems that from now on, our three major peaks will become the four majors." Someone said with a hint of reluctance when Senior Brother Li was talking.

And his voice heard in the ears of his companions around him, making the expressions of these companions become unwilling to accept it.

The Litian lineage is already a bit arrogant and domineering, not to mention that now, they want to replace the Changtian lineage and become an existence in the sect, which is equivalent to the three peaks.

"How much contribution the Changtian lineage has made to the sect, it is a pity that it can't even protect its own status now!" Although the man with a horse face was not so outstanding, he had a kind heart in his character.

The words of the horse-faced man made the atmosphere around him more depressed. Several disciples who still had passionate blood looked at the sect and felt a little more resentful.

Their performance made Senior Brother Li’s heart move, and he hurriedly said, “Junior Brother Geng, some things are what we brothers know, and we must not spread them at will.”

The horse-faced man also felt that there was dissatisfaction with the top leaders of the sect in his words. If this was spread, it would definitely be a catastrophe for him.

But now, once you say it, if you take it back, it will only make people feel that you are weak and can be bullied.

So he pretended to be honest and said, "Brother, what I said is true. Hehe, I believe that all the senior brothers present will not sell me out because of this kind of thing."

As soon as he said this, the others also said, "Of course not."

"When it comes to the Changtian lineage, I heard that there are only two successors left, one of them is a girl, hehe, and the other one is still a blind man."

"As for the other one, called Zheng Ming, although he is talented, he has not yet cultivated to the Yuefan Realm."

"They probably won't come this time."

A silence arose in the hearts of everyone. Although the people present were unwilling to agree with the speaker's final view, they themselves knew better that in fact, for the Changtian lineage, not coming is the best choice.

After all, it is much better to be expelled from Wanxiang Mountain than to be expelled from Wanxiang Mountain. At least, you don’t have to lose face.

"Okay, junior brothers, let's not talk about other people's affairs. If you have that energy, we might as well think about our own practice."

Senior Brother Li glanced around and said in a deep voice: "This time, the Hundred Meridians Martial Arts is the world of the uncles of the Yuefan Realm, but we also have the opportunity to perform."

"I believe that as long as we perform well, we may be recognized by the teachers and have our own opportunities."

"Senior Brother Li is right." As Ma's face, Junior Brother Geng suddenly pointed forward and looked: "Senior Brother, look, there is a ox cart there."

When the words "ox cart" were spit out from Junior Brother Geng's mouth, his face was filled with surprise.
Chapter completed!