boyutpedia Chapter 359 Reading Novels (Page 12)
Chapter 359 Reading Novels (Page 12)
"Wow--"
Baili Pangpang waved his hands, pouring out a large pile of kitchen utensils from his [Free Space]: a fine iron wok, a purple clay stew pot, a black ice cutting board...
The most outrageous thing was a bronze cauldron with a diameter of two meters, which crashed to the ground with a loud bang, shaking the entire warehouse.
"Hehe, this is an alchemy cauldron I smuggled from home~" Baili Pangpang patted the cauldron proudly, "It's perfect for hot pot!"
On the other side, Zhang Yun, dressed in black, was taking ingredients out of his storage space—tons of meat were piled up like small mountains:
"This is the hind leg meat of the 'Azure Bull Python'..."
"This is the tenderloin of the 'Crimson Flame Tiger'..."
"Oh right, and the 'Mystic Ice Spirit Fish' I secretly hunted in Kunlun last time..."
(Actually, these are all delicious foods that Zhang Yun in red painstakingly collected in the Misty Sea and various islands.)
With each dish name announced, Sword Saint Zhou Ping's eyes widened a little more.
When he saw Zhang Yun pull out a ten-meter-long dragon-like beast, this well-traveled swordsman finally broke down:
"Wait...wait a minute!" Zhou Ping stammered, pointing at the pile of ingredients. "This...this is the 'Netherworld Dragon King,' right?! A forbidden...forbidden species!"
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, waved his hand dismissively:
"Relax~ I've already killed him anyway." With that, he pulled out the God-Slaying Spear and swiftly dismembered the Earth Dragon King into neat chunks of flesh.
Zhou Ping: "..."
He watched helplessly as these two clowns started getting busy:
Baili Pangpang used the Samadhi True Fire to ignite the alchemy cauldron and threw in various spiritual herbs as seasonings.
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, used the God-Slaying Spear to skewer meat, then attached ghostly flames to the tip of the spear and began grilling it.
Shen Qingzhu silently took out several jars of thousand-year-old aged wine;
Even the most honest Cao Yuan was using a decapitation knife to chop scallions...
"Teacher... don't just stand there!" Baili Pangpang greeted enthusiastically, "Come and try my special 'Ten-Ingredient Tonic Soup'!"
Zhou Ping looked at the strange soup bubbling with colorful bubbles in the cauldron and subconsciously took two steps back.
But unable to resist the expectant looks from the others, he had no choice but to nervously accept the bowl...
"Gudong."
After taking a bite, Zhou Ping suddenly froze.
His pale face visibly regained its color, and wisps of sword energy began to emanate from his body.
"This...this is..." Zhou Ping stared at his hand in shock. The sword energy that had troubled him for many years was now flowing smoothly!
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, grinned:
"How about it? Even Commander Ye is fighting over Fatty's cooking!"
Zhou Ping's eyes lit up, and his social anxiety vanished instantly.
He gestured excitedly, "Could...could you teach me how to make this soup...?"
"Want to learn?" Baili Pangpang chuckled, pulled out a kitchen knife and shoved it into Zhou Ping's hand. "First, help me chop up the bones of that Earth Dragon King!"
Then, a truly astonishing scene unfolded—
The mighty swordsman Zhou Ping was frantically wielding a cleaver to chop bones, occasionally scalding himself with the splashing soup.
His students sat around him, grilling the meat and giving instructions.
"Teacher, you have to cut at an angle!"
"Yes, yes, that's it!"
"Oh dear, there are too many tendons here..."
.....
"boom--!"
After a loud bang, a large hole was blown in the roof of the warehouse.
Amidst billowing black smoke, Lin Qiye and the others crawled out, covered in soot and grime, their faces etched with utter despair.
"Cough cough... I knew it..." Zhang Yun, dressed in black, exhaled a puff of black smoke, "We shouldn't have let the Sword Saint touch the stove..."
Inside the warehouse, Zhou Ping stood helplessly amidst the mess.
The alchemy cauldron in front of him had turned charred black, and a viscous, unidentified substance inside was bubbling and spewing green bubbles.
"I...I just did what Fatty said..." Zhou Ping fiddled with his fingers, looking aggrieved, "First put in the 'Nine Netherworld Ginseng,' then add the 'Mysterious Yang Fruit'..."
Baili Pangpang looked at the treasure Zhang Yunsong had given him, and then at the elixir he had so carefully kept that had turned into a pot of poison. His round face scrunched up like a bun: "Teacher! Those two herbs are incompatible! They'll explode!"
Zhou Ping blinked blankly: "Huh? Medicine...medicinal properties?"
The worst off was Shen Qingzhu—he was just about to try Zhou Ping's special "Sword Intent Stir-fried Pork" when the moment his chopsticks touched the meat, the entire dish "clanged" and turned into countless sword energies, splitting his sunglasses in two.
"My century-old agarwood cutting board..." Cao Yuan held the cutting board, which had been sliced into mahjong tiles by sword energy, and was on the verge of tears.
Jialan silently pulled Lin Qiye back, away from the pot of "Ten-Ingredient Tonic Soup" bubbling with green.
Every now and then, sharp sword energies flashed across the surface of the soup, slicing the floating chunks of meat into uniform cubes...
"Actually..." Zhou Ping raised his hand timidly, "I think it was quite successful..."
Before the words were even finished, the pot of "soup" suddenly boiled violently, and a sword aura shot into the sky and burst out of the pot!
Everyone hurriedly fell to the ground, the sword energy grazing their scalps and leveling the distant hill into flat ground.
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, collapsed to the ground, his eyes vacant: "I was wrong... I was really wrong... I shouldn't have let the Sword Saint into the kitchen in the first place..."
Lin Qiye patted his shoulder and said sadly, "The problem now is—who will tell the Sword Saint that he can forget about ever touching kitchen utensils again in his lifetime?"
Everyone turned to look at Baili Pangpang.
"Hey! You guys—" Before Baili Pangpang could finish speaking, he was thrown back into the warehouse by the group.
Zhou Ping's expectant voice immediately came from inside: "Fatty! My newly developed 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin Hot Pot'..."
"No!!!"
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, sighed and lazily stretched: "I guess I'll have to make the move."
With a casual wave of his hand, the corpse of a spirit serpent tens of meters long flew out of his storage space and hovered in mid-air. The God-Slaying Spear twirled between his fingertips, then suddenly transformed into a streak of black light, piercing the giant serpent from head to tail.
"Watch closely, this is the real deal!"
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, snapped his fingers, and ghostly flames ignited from the tip of his spear, instantly enveloping the entire giant snake.
The flames were precisely controlled in different parts—the snake's tail was slowly roasted over a low flame, the middle section of the snake's body was scorched by a strong flame, and the head was simmered over a low flame.
"Zizzi-"
Golden snake oil began to drip, turning into wisps of fragrance in the flames.
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, drew a talisman in the air with his other hand, and various seasonings flew out from his sleeve:
The spiritual pepper powder from Kunlun Mountain transformed into red clouds that enveloped the snake's body;
The ancient sea salt, prepared with a secret recipe from the East China Sea, falls like snowflakes.
He even used his treasured "Drunken Immortal Wine" as cooking wine, sprinkling it on top...
The entire warehouse was instantly filled with a rich aroma.
The fragrance seemed almost tangible, even coating the sword marks on the wall with a layer of oily sheen.
Zhou Ping's eyes widened, and he unconsciously swallowed hard: "This...this is..."
"Our exclusive 'God-Slaying Roasted Snake' recipe~" Zhang Yun, dressed in black, raised an eyebrow smugly. "Teacher, just sit back and wait to eat!"
The most amazing thing was that he controlled the God-Slaying Spear to rotate slowly, so that every fiber of the snake meat was heated evenly.
Occasionally, it would unleash a few bursts of gunfire to precisely remove the overly fat parts.
Baili Pangpang was already squatting down beside him with a bowl and chopsticks, drooling: "Brother Yun! I want the seven-inch piece!"
"What's the rush?" Zhang Yun, dressed in black, grinned mischievously and sprinkled more spices, causing the aroma to surge even higher. "Let me marinate my sword energy in..."
He conjured a thin, hair-like sword aura at his fingertips and gently touched the snake's body.
The sword energy, as if alive, traveled along the texture of the flesh, marinating every inch of snake meat.
"It's time to eat!"
With that shout, the God-Slaying Spear shuddered violently, and the golden-brown, crispy giant snake landed smoothly.
With a casual wave of his hand, Zhang Yun, dressed in black, automatically sliced the snake meat into perfect small pieces...
Zhou Ping carefully picked up a piece, but froze the moment it entered his mouth—the meat was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and the subtle stinging sensation from the sword energy only enhanced its umami flavor, while the rich aroma of the spirit wine exploded in his mouth...
"So...delicious!" The Sword Saint was so moved that tears were about to fall. He no longer showed any signs of social anxiety and pounced on the roasted snake to devour it.
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, leaned against the wall, watching the crowd wolf down their food, and chuckled lazily: "You should have let me cook earlier~"
...
"Burp~" Baili Pangpang let out a loud burp, patted his round belly and asked, "Teacher, how do we train next?"
Zhou Ping wiped the grease from his mouth and suddenly sat up straight. Under the expectant gazes of everyone, he solemnly pulled a stack of books from his sleeve—
"Snapped!"
A dozen or so old-fashioned novels were slapped on the table, with the cover of the top one, "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber," still stained with suspicious oil.
“Look...look at this…” Zhou Ping said earnestly.
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, picked up a copy of "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer," his expression gradually twisting: "Teacher...you wouldn't be thinking of..."
"Yes!" Zhou Ping nodded emphatically, his eyes shining brightly. "Back then... I learned swordsmanship by watching this!"
The warehouse was deathly silent.
Shen Qingzhu's sunglasses fell off again: "You mean... your unparalleled swordsmanship..."
“Zhang Wuji’s Great Shift of the Universe inspired me…” Zhou Ping lowered his head shyly, “Linghu Chong’s Nine Swords of Dugu helped me break through my bottleneck…”
Lin Qiye trembled as he opened "The Return of the Condor Heroes," pointing to a page: "So, your 'Flying Immortal from Beyond the Heavens' move..."
"I figured it out from Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu's combined swordplay!" Zhou Ping suddenly became excited, all his social anxiety disappearing. "Look at this description..."
For the next half hour, everyone listened in stunned silence as the Sword Saint eloquently analyzed the martial arts principles in Jin Yong's wuxia novels.
When he got excited, Zhou Ping even picked up a chopstick and demonstrated on the spot how to deduce the method of projecting sword energy from the description of the "Six Meridian Divine Sword"...
"Wait...wait!" Zhang Yun, dressed in black, finally found his voice. "So your special training is..."
"That's right!" Zhou Ping excitedly handed out a book to everyone. "You should also choose a role to take on!"
Baili Pangpang stared at the copy of "The Deer and the Cauldron" in his hands, his expression gradually breaking down: "Teacher... Wei Xiaobao doesn't seem to have any martial arts skills..."
“You can learn from his wisdom!” Zhou Ping said earnestly, “For example, this chapter uses sleeping potion…”
Cao Yuan silently raised "A Deadly Secret," his eyes lifeless: "...Make me learn from Di Yun?"
"What a good kid! So hardworking!" Zhou Ping gave him a thumbs up.
Suddenly, Zhang Yun, dressed in black, grabbed Zhou Ping's shoulder and asked, "Teacher, back then... you weren't so socially awkward that you didn't dare to go out and find a master, so you studied at home by reading novels, were you?"
Zhou Ping's face flushed red, and he frantically struggled to break free: "Nonsense! I was... I was..."
"It's a genius learning method!" Lin Qiye suddenly slammed his hand on the table and stood up, his eyes flashing with a strange light. "Teacher! In 'Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils,' Xu Zhu's Meng Gu..."
"Ahem! Skip this part!" Zhou Ping hurriedly snatched back the book, his face as red as a boiled shrimp.
An eerie silence filled the warehouse, broken only by the rustling of pages turning.
Baili Pangpang held up "The Deer and the Cauldron," his round face scrunched up: "This Wei Xiaobao is always chasing girls and cheating people... What should I learn? How to use sleeping potion like him?" As he spoke, he actually pulled out a packet of suspicious white powder from his pocket.