Broken Night

Chapter 32 - Kitchen Knife

Xu Yan sat cross-legged on the bed.

For him that time, the main purpose of going to the Gongfa Pavilion was not Gongfa and tattooing skills. As I said before, for him, such low-level exercises and tattooing techniques are of little significance.

The most important thing for him is to know his Jiuzhong Tianhuo Gong, even if this world can be used for training the power.

In the Canghuang Continent in the previous world, there are two kinds of power: magic and fighting spirit, which are clearly divided.

However, the Jiuzhong Tianhuo Gong that he cultivated can ignore this restriction, and can be used as both magic and fighting spirit.

So he wanted to know, since such a powerful Jiuzhong Tianhuo Gong, can it be used to cultivate the power of tattoos?

It now appears that the answer is yes.

And since the Jiuzhong Tianhuo Gong can be used to cultivate the strength of the tattoo, he has tried to exercise and started the Zhoutian running of the Jiuzhong Tianhuo Gong since he was four years old.

As the name suggests, the Nine-layer Heavenly Fire Art is the Nine-layer.

Even the self in the previous world has only cultivated to the fifth level.

And unlike the previous world, that world had two abruptly different powers—magic power and fighting spirit.

But there is only one thing in this world, that is the power of the lines.

He started practicing the Nine-Tier Heavenly Fire Technique when he was four years old. Six years later, he had only broken through the first-level, and now he was at the second-level.

To be honest, apart from its strong compatibility and ability to control fire, he really couldn't see how special Jiuzhong Tianhuo Gong was. Even so, it was a divine skill passed down by the master, but he would not waste it.

After walking for seven, seven, forty-nine weeks, he took a long breath.

Strangely, the position where his Jiuzhong Tianhuo Gong’s power is stored is neither in the Qi Palace of the Dantian nor the Heart Palace of the heart, but in the upper abdomen between the two. And after practicing for six years, he didn't have the feeling of overflowing and bulging that Zuo Chengzhe said.

But when he thought about the legendary tattoo master he mentioned, but it took twelve years of practice to break through the Xiantian Palace, he was not worried.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that Lan Ming was doing something in the kitchen.

In the past four years, the two outstanding students, he and Lan Ming, have been out of the narrow T-shaped room because of their excellent grades and Lan Ming's innate heaven palace. The two of them are living in a room B, but it is second only to the room A, which is second only to teachers, deans and other staff.

In addition to its independent toilet, there is also an independent kitchen.

Finally, there is no need to keep open fire in the room secretly.

"Brother Xu? Are you ready?" Soon, Xu Yan, who opened his eyes, was seen by Lan Ming. He happily filled a plate of unknown things from the pot, and put it in front of Xu Yan: "This is fried chicken cartilage, but it's a top-level appetizer."

Then Lan Ming also mysteriously brought a small pot from the kitchen: "I bought this secretly from the restaurant. Don't let anyone find out, or we will definitely be fired."

"Hey, how is that possible!" Xu Yan saw the wine, his eyes lit up!

He has been a good drinker since his death. Every time Xu Tian was drinking alone at night, he secretly wanted to drink and drink, but in the end he was beaten up. More than two years ago, Xu Yan started this road of no return because he was forced by Lan Ming to accompany him to buy vegetables as a coolie, and then passed by a restaurant.

At the beginning, Xu Yan was still a little uncomfortable. After all, the taste of the wine has changed, and my body is no longer as strong as it used to be, but I gradually regain the feeling. It's just that although he had escaped from Xu Tian's clutches, he fell into the fingers of Lan Ming, the Guanyin.

Every time he wanted to have a big drink, he would be caught by Lan Ming, and he would read a big meal for three days and three nights, which was very annoying. Over time, without Lan Ming's permission, Xu Yan did not dare to drink indiscriminately.

...

Just as he was about to take over the wine and drink tea, Xu Yan's hand stopped abruptly in the air and stared at Lan Ming with a wary look: "If there is nothing to be diligent about, there must be something to ask for."

Lan Ming smiled embarrassingly and patted his head like a bird's nest weed: "There is no conspiracy, I just want to thank Brother Xu for being willing to accompany me home. You must know that Brother Xu is my first friend, if Brother Xu refuses If so, I am very sad.”

Xu Yan clicked his tongue twice, and carelessly patted his shiny head: "Just this little thing, what's there to be grateful for." After speaking, his hand stretched out to the jug again.

Suddenly, he retracted his claws again and looked at Lan Ming suspiciously.

The two lived together for four years and knew each other too well.

"If you're thankful, a good dish will suffice. But today is an unprecedented time to have wine..."

Lan Ming's face showed a cunning look: "As expected of Big Brother Xu."

In his left hand he held the plate of freshly-baked, fragrant drinking tea; in his right hand, he held the pot of wine, waving its little tail like a demon: "I just want to know what you and Teacher Zuo are doing today, when you come back, The teacher's face became weird."

Xu Yan was speechless: "You guys are really busy."

Lan Ming snorted: "Anyway, Brother Xu and I are advancing and retreating together. You can't hide anything from me."

Xu Yan snatched it in his arms with both hands, and threw a finger-sized chicken cartilage import. The refreshing taste and tangy aroma made him unable to stop, and then he took a sip of wine before he let out a refreshing voice: "Really cool! What can't be said."

Lan Ming covered his nose: "My mouth stinks... Hurry up and say it!"

Then, Xu Yan recounted today's events in the sound of "chewing chewing chews". Hearing this, Lan Ming waved his small fist in indignation: "This is so unfair! Brother Xu, how could you possibly come up with a second-order tattoo soldier?"

Xu Yan threw the last chicken cartilage into his mouth, and said in a nonchalant tone, "You forgot how we got the silver taels for dinner? Let me tell you, your big brother Xu—that is, me, But a very amazing blacksmith. Second-order tattoo soldier? It's easy!"

"Brother Xu is amazing!" Lan Ming threw a proper look of admiration, making Xu Yan feel complacent: "Seeing that you are so sensible, let me forge a powerful tattoo for you in the future!"

Lan Ming was stunned: "Why do I want to tattoo soldiers? I don't like fighting."

Xu Yan sat up straight, and said in a tone of hatred that iron cannot become steel: "You have to change your thinking. It's not that you don't like fighting in this world, and others won't fight you. At least you must have the ability to protect yourself. "

"The heart of harming others is indispensable, and the heart of defending others is indispensable."

"You keep that in mind."

Lan Ming was stunned when he heard it, and looking at Lan Ming's idiot appearance, Xu Yan knew that he was talking in vain.

"I don't understand those who are too advanced. If there is a chance in the future, I will ask Brother Xu to make a kitchen knife for me!"

Xu Yan was speechless.

In his previous life, his forging skills were unparalleled in the world. What weapons have not been forged before? But the kitchen knife...

As if he knew what Xu Yan was thinking, Lan Ming snorted: "Brother Xu, don't underestimate it, a kitchen knife is like the relationship between a tattoo soldier and a tattoo artist. The food that cooks is grain food. And grain food, most of which are materials with grains. These materials, even if they are dead, will have a huge power. A common kitchen knife will burst instantly even if it touches lightly."

"So the best tattoo chefs will have their own kitchen knives!"

Lan Ming often talks about his dreams, his small eyes are shining brightly. Xu Yan was no stranger to this expression. Because I am such a person, I have the greatest enthusiasm for the things I love.

If he hadn't made up his mind to practice martial arts in this world, he might still be devoted to forging as he did in the previous world.

"Okay, okay, I promise you."

"It's a word!"