The Sword Master God's Journey to Face Slapping

After making the decision to seek Yang Xuanzhi's opinion and send him to another world with higher martial arts development, Xuanyuan's originally slow and calm steps suddenly quickened, and he strode towards the Taoist temple on the top of Qinghan Mountain.

The Taoist temple on Qinghan Mountain is quite simple. Because Yang Xuanzhi lives alone, in addition to the main hall dedicated to the Taoist ancestors Sanqing, there is only the main courtyard with a yard where Yang Xuanzhi lives, and a total of four side rooms on both sides of the main courtyard used as kitchens, clean rooms and utility rooms.

The entire Taoist temple is surrounded by a mouth, with the main hall and the main courtyard facing each other, surrounded by side rooms on both sides, and a wide courtyard in the middle. There are several large trees with crowns like canopies and dense greenery planted in the courtyard. It seems that Yang Xuanzhi transplanted them from Qinghan Mountain at random, and they are not rare varieties.

At this time, in the side room on the east side of the Taoist temple that was used as a kitchen, Yang Xuanzhi was cooking in the kitchen.

Yang Xuanzhi was a secluded person who lived in seclusion here. There was no Taoist boy to take care of his daily life. He had to handle everything by himself. In this situation, he could not keep his gentlemanly manner away from the kitchen. He had to cook in person.

After all, people are made of iron and food is made of steel. If you can't fill your stomach all the time, you will definitely starve to death. Yang Xuanzhi is not stupid. How could he let himself fall into such a situation?

Although he is a great master, he can transform the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into his body as a source of energy. Even if he doesn't eat for a short period of time, it will not have any effect and will not cause too much loss. However, Yang Xuanzhi is still an ordinary person. After all, it is impossible for him to fast and not eat all the time. He still needs to eat to maintain his vitality.

This is the truth. In Qinghan Mountain, Yang Xuanzhi always has to cook some simple meals by himself to fill his stomach. Moreover, Yang Xuanzhi did not follow the rule that a gentleman should stay away from the kitchen. Although he had never cooked before the retreat, it was not unusual for him to pick up the rice spoon and start cooking. Yang Xuanzhi did not think that he was a person who did not eat the fireworks of the world.

Apart from other things, brewing wine is more complicated and troublesome than cooking. Not only does the preliminary preparation work require the collection of many brewing materials, but there are at least ten steps in the actual brewing process. The brewing process is even more tortuous and complicated, and it is difficult to describe. After all the steps are completed, it does not mean that the wine can be drunk immediately. It still needs a period of cellaring before it can be opened and drunk.

It can be said that brewing wine is not something that can be done overnight. If you want to brew a jar of good wine, the early process will take at least a month, and the time spent in the later stage of storing the wine in the cellar is even longer, which can take decades or even hundreds of years. It is not a simple matter.

Even such a complicated and troublesome brewing Yang Xuanzhi never disliked anything, and naturally he would not think that cooking was a troublesome thing. With Yang Xuanzhi's current strength as a grandmaster, although he really couldn't do the fasting all the time, it was no problem for him to eat only one meal every two or three days, and there was no need to be so troublesome with three meals a day.

And as he said to Xuanyuan, all he could ask Xuanyuan to eat was simple tea and light meals. When Yang Xuanzhi was in seclusion in Qinghan Mountain, he naturally couldn't enjoy any delicacies every day. There were many wild game in the deep mountains, but simple tea and light meals were the norm most of the time. This made it simpler and easier to do, without too much impatience.

Before, Yang Xuanzhi returned to the Taoist temple to cook, leaving Xuanyuan to dig out the fine wine hidden in the wild pine forest. Therefore, when Xuanyuan walked along the green grass and the narrow mountain path to the entrance of the Taoist temple, he saw that the gate of the Taoist temple was directly opened, revealing the appearance of the Taoist temple.

The gate of the Taoist temple was wide open, and Xuanyuan directly stepped over the threshold and stepped into this ordinary and simple Taoist temple.

As soon as he stepped into the Taoist temple, he saw the statues of the Three Pure Ones, the founder of the Taoist sect, on the table in the main hall facing the gate of the Taoist temple. When he saw the statues of the Three Pure Ones, Xuanyuan naturally thought of the Taishang Laojun. Thinking of the Taishang Laojun, Xuanyuan could not help but fall silent.

Although the statues of the Three Pure Ones enshrined in Yang Xuanzhi's Taoist temple are completely different from the real image of the Taishang Laojun, this is indeed the proof that the Taishang Laojun passed down the Taoist tradition and the incense inheritance of the Laojun's creation of the Taoist vein. In countless worlds, there are still many people who worship and believe in Laojun. With these incense, even if Laojun never comes down to the mortal world again, his deeds will still be circulated among the mortal world.

Standing at the door of the main hall, Xuanyuan raised his head slightly and looked at the statues of the Three Pure Ones placed on the table. Thinking of the Taishang Laojun who voluntarily accorded himself to the way of heaven and saved the people, he couldn't help but sigh softly, with a lot of emotion.

As an independent person with his own way of cultivation, his own persistence and his own feelings, it is extremely difficult to make a decision to conform to the Way of Heaven. After all, not everyone is willing to abandon everything in the past to become an appendage of the Way of Heaven, to do everything the Way of Heaven wants him to do, to say what the Way of Heaven wants him to say, and no longer have his own independent thoughts and feelings.

Not to mention the great achievements that Laojun made in founding the Taoist sect, even his sacrifice in the ancient mythological fairy world of being willing to use himself to make up for the on the verge of breaking the Way of Heaven, this alone is worthy of Xuanyuan's admiration. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but step into the main hall, ready to burn a stick of incense for Taishang Laojun to express his feelings.

Xuanyuan strode into the main hall where the Three Pure Ones were enshrined. He walked around the cushion placed in the center of the hall and came to the table against the wall. With a calm glance, Xuanyuan soon found a small stick of incense tied with thin and flexible grass stems that Yang Xuanzhi had placed on the edge of the table where the statues of the Three Pure Ones were enshrined.

This small bunch of incense sticks are tied with grass stems, all the same length, round and smooth, and exude a light and pleasant sandalwood fragrance. This incense stick seems to be made by Yang Xuanzhi himself, so the fragrance is particularly long-lasting and refreshing. The light sandalwood fragrance floats in the main hall, creating a quiet and peaceful atmosphere.

Three incense sticks were pulled out from this small bundle. Xuanyuan's right hand holding the incense sticks shook lightly, and the three incense sticks were lit together. The orange-red fire jumped on the top of the incense sticks. After the incense sticks were lit, the more rich and long-lasting fragrance immediately spread, and the light white smoke was lingering, as if floating to an unknown land.

With a serious attitude, he inserted the three incense sticks in his hand into the incense burner on the table. Xuanyuan lowered his eyes and prayed, wishing that the heavenly way of the world of Mingyue could be revived as soon as possible and not collapse and destroy. In this way, Taishang Laojun would have the opportunity to escape from the heavenly way and regain his own life.

After offering incense to Taishang Laojun, Xuanyuan left the main hall and came to the courtyard surrounded in the center. There was no one in the large and wide courtyard, only the cicadas were noisy and resounding in the courtyard. There were several trees planted in the courtyard whose names could not be called. There were countless summer cicadas hidden in the canopy with lush leaves, singing high and low. The cicadas were very lively.

Across the wide courtyard and opposite the main hall where the statues of the Three Pure Ones were enshrined was the main courtyard where Yang Xuanzhi usually lived. At this time, the main courtyard was also empty, without a single person. Yang Xuanzhi is busy cooking in the east wing room now, not resting in the main courtyard.

Standing in the wide and empty courtyard, the shade cast by the canopy-like trees just covers Xuanyuan, saving him from the fate of being baked by the midday sun. It is cool under the tree, the breeze is gentle, and the cicadas are chirping. Xuanyuan can't help but smile slightly, sighing with a smile: "Yang Xuanzhi's life is still very good."

Xuanyuan smiled slightly, with a light and calm smile flowing in his eyes. There was a soft and quiet look between his eyebrows. He was really happy for Yang Xuanzhi and admired his free and easy life. Because he knew that when Yang Xuanzhi was living alone in Qinghan Mountain, he would be a hundred times happier than being sought after by thousands of people in the prosperous and bustling Yanjing.

After sighing, Xuanyuan's mind turned back to the present matter. He didn't forget why he came to Yang Xuanzhi in the first place. Xuan Yuan would not be stupid enough to do something that puts the cart before the horse. Apart from other things, the thirty-six jars of fine wine he dug out from the wild pine forest are still in the mustard space, so he has to take them out first.

The big trees planted in the courtyard are lush and the shade area is large enough, so even at noon, it is still cool under the tree, not hot. Xuan Yuan hesitated for a moment and decided to temporarily pile the fine wine dug out from the wild pine forest under the tree. Thirty-six jars sound a lot, but if you drink to your heart's content, thirty-six jars are not enough.

Xuan Yuan waved his wide long sleeves, and under the tree, which was originally empty, there suddenly appeared one after another wine jars with red silk cloth tightly plugged into the jar mouth. The surface of the wine jars was still covered with mud, and it looked freshly baked. After placing the thirty-six jars of wine under the tree one by one, Xuan Yuan nodded with satisfaction and silently gave himself a thumbs up.

After putting away the wine jar, Xuanyuan strode towards the room on the east side that was used as the kitchen. As he walked towards the kitchen, he couldn't help but said to Yang Xuanzhi, "Let me help too. Although I can't cook, I'm good at barbecue. It's a good opportunity for you to have a taste of my cooking skills."