Apocalyptic Forecast

"Heart attack."

Huai Shi explained: "Once you stand on the field, the two sides should be equal, and you should go all out to make the opponent lose without regret. That guy just looked down on the opponent with one enemy and seven. It also proposed such a humiliating condition... In addition to saving energy and digesting, it is more important to stimulate the opponent's mentality."

"Oh, it's like swearing when playing basketball on the TV?" Maki clapped her hands and suddenly realized: "It's so mean!"

"Outside the game is also a kind of trick, Maki, that old guy doesn't care what others say. Like his age, he has already fought any bad battles, and he is too experienced. If only two sentences are required. He doesn't mind spending a bit of saliva if he can break his opponent's mentality. If someone exits the game in anger, he will make a lot of money."

When she spoke, Huai Shi did not hide her voice.

With the listening of the sublimator, it is almost as if the students behind them are speaking bad things about themselves during the self-study class, and it is impossible to hear them.

He did it on purpose.

Add to this old man.

The stronger the opponent is, the more abilities he can use, and he has to see his depth clearly.

The old man still didn't care at all, glanced at Huai Shi, nodded in admiration, with a teachable look on his face.

"... Even using such a despicable trick, it seems that Senior Guo doesn't have any confidence in his skills anymore."

After finally calming down, Shibakawa Chuang said coldly, "Unfortunately, I won't let you do what you want. Even if it is a defeated war, I will go all out... But be careful, don't get ahead of me like a hairy boy. Capsized the boat."

After that, I closed my eyes, calmed down, and quickly recovered to a calm state.

Waiting for the start of the game.

After a bunch of nonsense that no one listens to, the bronze bell finally rang, and the moment the high-pitched voice burst, Shii Chuan Chuang's hands were like clouds and water, making his own dishes like art.

Kaiseki cuisine itself is a banquet originated from Zen Buddhism.

The most particular thing is calmness.

As a chef, the effort of meditation cannot be lost.

Now, once Shiba Chuan enters the state, he will automatically block all irrelevant things and begin to go all out to make his own works.

And Guo Shouque finally moved.

Take out a shaving knife, and unhurriedly shave the pig's head next to him.

Like a barber, he carefully removed every inch of hair, and the hot water next to him was already boiling. Pulling the pig ears casually, the whole pig head was stuffed into the boiling water and rinsed.

Ignoring the boiling water that was submerged on his elbow, he quickly lifted it up and threw the pig's head on the chopping board at will.

Finally... rolled up the other sleeve of the gray cloth coat.

Huai Shi couldn't help frowning.

Not only him, but other cooking devils also felt something was wrong.

Maki, who was always paying attention to Miss Paper, immediately noticed the change in her expression and asked curiously, "Is there anything strange?"

"Maki, you Yingzhou people don't usually eat this kind of place, so I don't know, pigs are not treated like this."

Huai Shi said the biggest doubt in his heart.

In fact, he didn't have much experience, and he had not studied the partial meat processing of pork head meat.

But at any rate, he had beaten Uncle Fang. Uncle Fang would occasionally make some dishes for Huai Shi and his friends who came to the door. The specific process Huai Shi has seen many times.

The whole thing must be disassembled, and then the lymph, the corners of the eyes, and the inedible things must be disassembled, and then marinated separately or other production...

Even if it is baking or other, other processes are required.

I'm afraid the pig's head is still fresh, and it didn't take long for it to be cut off from the neck.

The breed is not a special type, it is an ordinary pig.

Guo Shouque handled it so rudely, the blood couldn't be cleaned, and it would only taste terribly smelly.

Could it be that the old man deliberately intended to make it awful and vomiting his opponent? That's too ridiculous. Now the seven cooking devils have burned their eyes red with anger, like a zombie. Not to mention a pig's head in front of them, even if Guo Shouque lay on the chopping board, they would be able to swarm them and eat and wipe them.

What picture?

Then, he saw the old man randomly lift the cauldron full of boiling water on the stovetop and throw it aside. Then, he put the bamboo basket he had been carrying on the stove.

Huai Shi squinted her eyes and looked carefully.

That thing is indeed a bamboo basket. But the basket made up of countless fine strips was dark, making it hard to see what was actually inside.

Only a faintly disturbing breath diffused from it.

This is definitely a border relic.

But it definitely shouldn't be used to bake on the fire...not even a kitchenware at all!

As if using it at will, pouring in scoops of cold water. The water didn't seep out in a miraculous way. Instead, it churned in the darkness between the bamboo strips, quickly staining a layer of gray and black.

What is it used for?

Huaishi felt her scalp numb.

It's like facing a huge abyssal radioactive source, feeling ubiquitous radiation gushing out of it. Even with the depth balancer across the field, Huai Shi's overly keen perception still felt uneasy and trembling.

This old bastard, I'm afraid he is baking some nuclear bomb with fire, right?

Then, he saw that the old guy Guo Shouque grabbed the pig's head with one hand and threw it on the grid on the bamboo basket. Finally, he covered it.

Then, he started to stand by.

Don't say anything like scallion, star anise or fennel, not even a salt in it!

Steamed pig head in white water?あ奇奇 Novels 蛧ヤ~7~1~7~(ωωω).qq7(1)

What the **** is this variant of boiled cabbage?

Huai Shi knew that her expression was ugly without looking in the mirror.

This **** is messing up!

As if he had noticed Huai Shi's sight, the old man turned his head with a smile, and sighed like a chatter.

"Actually, it is better to use a tripod. It is a pity, after all, it is a barbarian country. The copper tripod is not easy to find... There is one in the museum, but the girl Xiaohu said she wouldn't let me take it. He clapped his hands helplessly, and smiled on his old face: "I can only make do with dirt." あ奇奇小说蛧ヤ~7~1~7~(ωωω).qq7(1)

"……tripod?"

The back of Huai Shi's head was cold.

This old man is just steaming a pig's head, why do you want something as big as Ding?

and many more……

The corners of his eyes twitched, and he began to wonder if there was a problem with his brain circuit.

"Huh? It looks like you guessed it? Hey, Miss Huaizhi knows a lot about Dongxia culture, it's rare and rare!"

Guo Shouque touched his palm and smiled: "Yingzhou people seem to care about ancestors and bloodlines, right? Old people are also very extraordinary, how about? Are you very interested?"

Looking at that pair of playful and cold eyes, Huai Shi was like an enemy.

Even if he is not his enemy at the moment.

However, the hideous meaning from the abyss surpassed the barriers of depth, and fell on Huai Shi's body with his eyes, hovering repeatedly in his ear, turning into a weird whisper: "Do you really want to hear it? Is it? Is it? I guess you must be!"

Involuntarily, but also from the heart.

Huai poem nodded.

"Ha, I knew it!"

Guo Shouque smiled triumphantly, but his expression wasn't serious, as if he didn't take it seriously, "If you want to say, Guo's surname was originally inherited from Guoguo, and if you go back, it is the upright son of Zhou. Ji clan. If Emperor Mu sees Queen Mother Xi’s wild words not to brag, there is also a bit of divinity in the old bloodline..."

In Huaishi’s pocket, the finger on the phone moved slightly,

I just feel that the line of inspiration in my mind is becoming more and more vivid.

Only one step away from the final answer!

"Ahaha, no need to check, although this kind of ancestral glory has nothing to do with me, but there is nothing to hide—"

Guo Shouque glanced at him hurriedly, and directly said the answer: "Before the Guo family was relocated, he was highly regarded by the demigod Zhou Tianzi at that time and gave him a heavy responsibility.

——The position passed down is called ‘Bo Zong’. "

Huai Shi's fingers hit the phone stiff in place.

It was like a thunder light struck in from the brain, illuminating the darkness, and pointed straight at the only answer.

Zong Bo.

It can even be traced back to the official position of the ancient emperor Zhuanxu in the Eastern Xia Dynasty, the ritual of controlling the state, and the functions of calendar, music, and history.

But this is just a trivial thing~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Among all its powers, the most important... is sacrifice!

Sacrifice for the gods and ghosts of the heavens and the earth, in the present situation, in the four seasons, holding the rituals of the gods, humans and ghosts, and the earth to build the state, and the king to build the state of the protection.

If it is more familiar to modern people, it is called "national teacher"!

The so-called Uncle Zong is the ultimate priest who represents the emperor's sacrifice to heaven and earth, ghosts and gods, the highest priesthood that mortals can reach in the chaotic era where humans and gods are mixed!

Huai Shi's fingers twitched frantically.

Finally realized how hard it is for Kohaku to control herself not to crush her phone...

Suddenly realized.

No wonder he used pig heads.

No wonder it is so confident... Indeed, if so, let alone seven, even if the number is doubled, if there is no skill strong enough to match him, it is not justified!

Here is cooking, obviously it is the ‘sacrifice’ when making sacrifices to ghosts and gods!

"Oh, don't be so shocked. In fact, it's not so scary. It's just an exaggeration." Guo Shouque waved his hand indifferently. "Up to now, there are only some infamous vulnerabilities. Besides, it is not the original tradition. I eh."

FNMDP!

Huai Shi has no expression on her face, without any response.

I just sneered.

After the Zhougong system of rituals and the severance of the blood ritual inheritance, the rituals of the beasts were replaced by the rituals of humans, and all inhuman ghosts and gods were deposed and a new order was established.

Since then, Dongxia bid farewell to the tragic and **** blood sacrifice and turned to another road.

As a miracle of the inheritor, Uncle Zong, who resets the rotation of the stars with the calendar and framing the order of all things with etiquette, even if only a little bit is passed down, it is enough for this old man to mix in the East Xia lineage like a fish.

"Too prison? Or less prison?"

He didn't bother to keep it secret, and asked directly.