Chapter 119:

A slender red line appeared on the back of Sheng Yaoshan's wide and dark hands.
The fine blood beads oozed slightly from the red line.
blood!
Sheng Yaoshan was shocked, and the sudden pain made him subconsciously glance at the back of his hand.
This girl in the house of Ren San is really playing!
That silver ribbon soft sword fruit is really an excellent weapon. It is as soft as a ribbon, as tough as a pampas grass, sharp and chopped, and light and windy.
Sheng Yaoshan wasn't bothered. He just shook his arm slightly, and only slightly numb the back of his hand, and was immediately thrown away by a fierce blow.
"Ren San, you really have two sons, you mother, you are a master!" Sheng Yaoshan's mouth flashed a smile.
Ren Yue's face turned cold and rose again, holding the sword with one hand, descending from the sky, pointing directly to the heart of Sheng Yaoshan.
It seems that the unparalleled unparalleled son-in-law is to show his magical sword of flowers.
The wind is whirring as if coming from the sky;
The wind sounded like a torn sky.
Under the cold moonlight, the dry lotus in the pond was all rolled up by the roots and absorbed into the air. After Ren Yue's white clothes, like the shadow of a bird roaring in the sky, black and dense, a large dense.
"The flower swordsmanship is really magnificent! Unfortunately, the season is not right, there are no flowers, only dry lotus, but the scenery is ruined, otherwise ..." Sheng Yaoshan looked up at Ren Yue in the air, and said to himself, what appeared in his eyes was appreciation It's amazing.
As Ren Yue fell faster and faster, and the distance was getting closer, Sheng Yaoshan's eyes became urgent immediately.
Immediately, his hands turned the bright silver spear in the opposite direction, like a blooming white lotus flower, which opened above his head.
"Yeah!" Ren Yue's silver ribbon soft sword descended from the sky, dancing like water waves, shaking people's eyes and confusing Sheng Yaoshan's judgment.
Sheng Yaoshan's bright silver lance increased the speed of rotation. Defending on his head, Ren Yue's silver belt soft sword had no place for a moment.
Ren Yue's air changed its attack position, trying to penetrate Sheng Yaoshan's defense from the other side.
Helplessly, Sheng Yaoshan's rotation is flexible and comprehensive. The bright silver spear is from top to bottom and left to right. There is no time to hit. The soft sword that forced Ren Yue touched the back and the barrel of the gun several times. Bounced back.
What a strength!
Ren Yue was startled, and the slender fingers of the sword were numb by the strength of the rebound.
"Oh!" After several attacks. I don't know if Sheng Yaoshan's spear is too fast. Ren Yue was tired of attacking. With the slightest slack.
A cold light flashed, and there was a slight pain on the ring finger of Ren Yue's left hand.
"His!" Ren Yue tightened his heart.
A low eyebrow glanced at his left hand, a red scar. Startled at the finger.
"You!" Ren Yue was annoyed. He had always cherished his body and appearance. His life and manners were also gentle and elegant, and he never had any scars. Now, on his own fingers like jade, he was scratched by the rough man Sheng Yaoshan. If the recovery is not good, he must be scarred!
The thought of ugly scars and the look of his crown. In Ren Yue's heart, there seemed to be a ferocious beast, who had been sleeping peacefully, well-behaved and quiet, but now he was stabbed with a sharp weapon. Growled.
"Ka!" Was the sound of another weapon crossing.
There was another flash of electro-optic flint, the bright silver spear and the silver ribbon soft sword touched each other and stood still.
One end is in the hands of Sheng Yaoshan, and the other is in the hands of Ren Yue.
Two pairs of eyes stared up close, one diagonally upwards and one diagonally downwards.
The night was cold, and the wind of the cold night hit the clothes of the two boys relentlessly.
Blue shirts flutter, white flutter.
A heroic force is compelling, a flying.
Just so quietly, stalemate.
The dry sky gradually fell, and it drifted up and down on the cold lake.
Moonlight remains.
The wind is dying.
"Hahahaha!" For a long time, the tranquility of the night and the chaos of the fight just now were broken by a hearty laughter.
Sheng Yaoshan laughed and lifted the bright silver spear backward, and Mali gathered behind him.
Ren Yue's eyes were slightly hissed, his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, his face was calm, but there was a slight chill floating out.
"What a son-in-law! It's a well-deserved reputation. Seeing your maids in your weekdays, you never thought that you would be tied with Shengyao Shan! Admire and admire!" Shengyaoshan just reached out to pat Ren Yue's shoulder, and Ren Yue slowly descended from the air To the ground, the dexterity dodged.
"Vulgar! How can my Ren Yue be like you!" Ren Yue did not agree.
"Ha ha, look at the big week, but I am Sheng Yaoshan, but today Wu Kui, with a hundred enemies, see you weak and can't help but wind up with me, fun and interesting!" Sheng Yaoshan is still not annoyed.
"It's almost dawn, go back to sleep." Ren Yue refused to accept Sheng Yaoshan's words, turned and left proudly.
Pull the silver ribbon soft sword with one hand and gently cross back to the waist.
Just as he turned around, there was a smile in his eyes.
But Sheng Yaoshan never saw it.
The two boys played somehow by the lake and both hurt their hands. The night passed ...
The horizon was gradually turning white. In Wen's small kitchen, Wen's father and daughter were tasting the cooked water soup.
"Good soup, Rouer, it's really good soup!" Wen Shouzheng sipped the last soup in the bowl with a heartfelt praise.
"Dad, this soup is almost finished. In the next step, I will take the soup out of the iron pot and transfer it to a fine white casserole and cook over low heat. Keep the soup warm until the game." Gentle said , Took a washed, clean white casserole from behind, placed it on the stove, and covered a white and moistened gauze at the pot's mouth, needless to say, this gauze was also soaked in spring water, slightly In the humidity, there seems to be the sweetness of Gushanquan.
Gently and carefully use a spoon to scoop the broth in the wok, scoop a spoonful, and pour it onto the gauze.
The broth passes through the gauze and flows into the casserole below, repeating. On the white gauze, a layer of faint yellow was left at the end, with a little fine residue.
The soup bones, ingredients, and soup base in the iron pot are all left. Open the gauze, and then look at the broth in the casserole. After consideration, the oil stars and residues are removed, leaving only the clear and transparent. White casserole.
Slow cook over low heat. The ultimate broth in the casserole, turning out fine vesicles.
Gently reattach the casserole lid to seal the aroma.
"Well, just wait for tomorrow's game to begin!" Said Gentlely, stretched out two hands, and stretched a big lazy waist over his head!
"so tired!"
"Rouer, where is tomorrow? What is the match today?" Wen Shouzheng felt a little distressed. It was busy all night, and the sky was blue and white. Tonight becomes last night. Tomorrow is today!
"Yeah. It's dawn, and I still want to go to sleep!" Gently said to himself, rubbing his aching shoulder gently.
A slight movement of the legs and feet only found out. Because the standing time is too long, the legs and feet have already been numb and can not move under the eyes, but can only wait for the blood circulation to flow slowly.
The East was completely illuminated, and the warm sun in the winter was shining into Wen's kitchenette.
That night, Tang Xiang was subtle and warm.
At the same time, Chef Zhang was sleepless overnight, in order to better prepare a good soup. Chef Zhang also racked his brains.
Abandoning the traditional ginseng soup, chicken soup, and bone soup, Chef Zhang thought hard, and finally thought of the essence of a good soup, but it was a "fresh" word.
All kinds of deliciousness in the world belong to the freshness in the pool. Originally, Chef Zhang wanted to make fresh soup from the old soup house. Reproduce the gentle and magical broth.
But think about it, this soup is clearly from the gentle hands, this girl tomorrow is also her own opponent, and when the soup was made, everyone was present and knew that the soup was made by Wen Shouzheng's father and daughter. , Will be criticized by the world, no, no matter what, if that girl also made this soup, wouldn't there be any plagiarism? Nothing is impossible!
Chef Zhang quickly rejected the original idea, a new idea came out of his head alive.
Since the things in the pond are so delicious, why don't I use pure freshness to refine the freshness in freshness.
Chef Zhang thought for a while, and unknowingly, the horizon was white.
Although the winter morning is cold and silent, the morning market in Xianyang City is already busy.
The cries of street vendors selling fresh things, fresh fruits and vegetables, one after another, live fish in the pots roamed, and poultry in their cages stood tall.
"How do you sell this fish?" Chef Zhang pointed at a fishmonger's pot with interest.
"Well, isn't this Chef Zhang of Zuixianlou? You are really smart. As for me, this basin of fish is definitely the best in Xianyang today. You see, this head, this freshness, and this variety! I do n’t know how much you want, Chef Zhang?
The hawker grinned and kept boasting about his live fish.
"Oh, if I pack this pot, it's cheaper for me!" Chef Zhang didn't change his face, but he was thinking, if the market price, how much is the live fish in this pot; if you take the rebate from it, How much will it make.
"Master Zhang, look at what you said, you just buy one, and I don't dare to sell it expensive! So, if you want an all-inclusive package ..." The hawker hesitated, and quickly calculated a small number in his mind. .
They all said that they didn't sell the fines, "one pot of three or two silver!" The hawker probably calculated the profitable price ~ EbookFREE.me ~ It would cost five or two silver.
"The deal! This large pot was sent to Zuixianlou!" Chef Zhang responded quickly, and took out two or two pieces of silver at the moment and stuffed it into the hawker's hands.
A pot full of fish, big and small, half a catty carp, as small as a willow-like catfish, swim in the pot in all shapes and colors.
In the morning, the backyard of Zuixianlou, there is a faint fresh fragrance everywhere.
"Master, what a fragrance, what are you doing?" Xiao Wu moved his nose and drilled in along the aroma.
"Miscellaneous fish soup." Chef Zhang seemed to be in a good mood. Instead of raising Xiao Wu as usual, he raised his eyes to signal that Xiao Wu was approaching.
"Miscellaneous fish soup?" Xiaowu half doubted, moving his steps, standing next to Chef Zhang.
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