In the barracks, I saw a fat monk with white flowers standing on the platform with two pier legs, and the black soldiers under the stage all sweated for his legs, fearing that they would break if they were not careful.

The monk was holding an ordinary kitchen knife in his hand, and some parts could still be seen to be rusty, and everyone raised their eyes to look at this person: his facial features were too joyful and huddled together, like Maitreya lying in the temple, and his back lips were ruddy and wide open.

Many people secretly wondered in their hearts, the general summoned people to watch a monk play with a kitchen knife for no reason, could it be that the Mongolian people were imminent to break the city, and they would rub meat before they died?

Ignoring the noisy discussions, he silently moved out and put the black sheep that had just been slaughtered, and the monk's knife waved neatly, flowing in the admiring gaze, when the tip of the knife was drawn out of the sheep's tail, the sheepskin with fresh tender meat was like a New Year fireworks, and instantly separated from the bones and bloomed.

"Good knife work!" The audience was overwhelmed with applause and cheers.

In front of everyone's eyes, the eater raised the slaughtering knife in his hand, like snow shining brightly to reflect the scorching light of the scorching sun in the sky, and it shook people's eyes dizzy.

The scene was silent, and everyone was completely shocked by the clean knife.

Even Liu Jizong, who has a lot of experience standing behind the stage, can't help but be impressed, and the brief description of the previous madness lingers in his ears: "In ancient times, Ku Ding Jieniu relied on years of experience to master the structure of the cow's body, knowing where the tendons and meridians are connected, where the muscles and bones are tightly knotted, and finally the knife is very small, and the flesh and bones are disintegrated, such as the realm of the soil." ”

"It is an indisputable fact that everything in the world has a context. The face of the kind and harmonious Maitreya showed the hideousness of the evil beast when it found the lamb to be slaughtered, "As long as the nodes of these veins are destroyed, even if it is made of steel and iron bones, it will only be a pile of fine foam in the end." ”

"What I teach you is to let you know where the mortal nodes are. Wu Hou recalled the words of the madness, and gradually coincided with his words on the stage at this moment: "Let the poor monks help you surpass those pits and kill countless evil animals!"

"Master, does this knife technique have a name?"

"A thousand threads!"

The sycamore in the courtyard shook the sand, the mountain shadow and the moon came to illuminate the fireflies, the wind was frightened, the small fire in the furnace burned out and the gray star was hidden, Liu Jizong finished the last cinnabar on the file, just wanted to take a rest in the chair, and was suddenly fascinated by the incense from outside the house.

In the restrained courtyard, the food madman fried the meat and vegetables and a half side dishes and ate them happily, without the sorrow that the besieged should have, when he noticed that the door was pulled, he quickly picked up a piece of fish fillet and put it on the plate, and presented it to Liu Jizong, who came from there.

Since the magic method of eating madness to relieve the unknown poison in the army, and showing the murderous method in front of the public, Liu Jizong no longer dares to have any prejudice against the appearance of monks, and he firmly believes that the hidden part of eating madness is not as simple as the bloated that is revealed on weekdays.

"The general came just in time. The monk laughed happily, "This is the fresh fish that the poor monk took advantage of the night to sneak into the suburbs and fished, and with green wine, he really beat the immortals." ”

Liu Jizong took the plate with a smile helplessly, and his respect for the madness was added a little bit, even if he was able to break through the siege of the Mongolian people by the night, this person was absolutely skilled. He twisted the delicious food on his plate, the fillet was thin enough to see through the full moon in the sky, and when he tasted it, his mouth was suddenly filled with the pure spirit of the spring flow, and his chaotic brain seemed to be washed away.

The high-ranking Wuhou has no shortage of delicacies from the mountains and seas, but for the first time, he feels that the suburban ingredients that can be encountered everywhere at the moment are more attractive than the ambergris rewarded by the emperor, and he can't help but praise: "With the master's craftsmanship, even the imperial chefs selected in the palace are afraid that they are beyond the reach of the dust." ”

The monk may love others the most to affirm his own craftsmanship, and grinned under the snow-white starry sky: "Of course, compared with the chef who works behind closed doors in the palace and wants to please one person, the dishes made by poor monks are never rich and poor, but they are the most qualified to match the delicious food commensurate with the beautiful scenery of the wind and snow." ”

"The wind and snow, the best scenery in the world, I'm afraid it's hard for anyone in the sky to see. Liu Jizong looked at it from afar, and the bright moon in the sky was as round as a jade plate, and the charming face of Jin Jiao in the house seemed to appear, and he asked the food maniac around him in a daze: "I don't know what to think of looking at this beautiful scenery from the perspective of a master?"

"I heard that the general is famous for being good at martial arts, but I didn't expect that there is still a literati Yaxing under the embattled now. The monk pressed his stomach and smiled.

The master laughed. Wu Hou didn't feel ashamed, and there was a bit of haggard hiding in his shining eyes: "Although this shouldn't come from the mouth, everything that may be done has been done, and it is uncertain whether the army will be defeated tomorrow." While you can still open your eyes and remember more magnificent things, even for a moment, it is enough. ”

"What did the general say? The poor monk didn't understand. The crazy eater plucked his ears with his little finger and said casually: "Monk, I wander all over the world, only know how to enjoy eating and drinking, never thinking about life and death, looking at the scenery is to see the scenery, I want to say: the wind is through the mountains and rivers, the flowers are scattered into mud and always bloom undefeated; the snow is the sunrise and the eaves are white, and the moon is close at hand, and the end of the world is at ease." ”

"The master walks the world, of course his mind is open and open-minded, do you know what Liu thinks of 'Wind Flower Snow Moon'?" Liu Jizong's brows furrowed more and more, "The wind is a shield holding a tassel that understands the beacon smoke, the flower is the blood splash and the remains of the corpse in five steps; ”

Later, Liu Jizong seemed to grasp the last straw and asked the madman: "Master, with your foresight, if the army is unfortunately defeated this time, how many lifetimes should Li be a sinner in the annals of history?"

"General, when Yang Shoufu died, the crime of his body was announced to the world to warn Li Min, do you think he didn't expect the future?" After all, he was helpless, and the mighty 10,000 generals in front of him may still have the civil and military strategies of the year, but his body was shackled by fame and fortune and net worth.

"The cook's knife, the monk's beads, the literati's will, and the soldier's banner cannot be thrown away as long as they do not die. The monk stuffed his fleshy hands into the monk's sleeve with a face full of reminiscence: "The name of the posthumous life has its own posterity, but now the soldiers stationed in Wuzhou County to practice swords, the general Qiu who is waiting for help in Quanyang City, and Lord Yang, who begged me to protect you in the past, have put all their hopes on you, so as the pillar of the precarious Dayu, the general is the most unqualified person to say discouraged words." ”

"Hey~" Liu Jizong exhaled and sighed, it seemed to be a little heavier, and his thick eyebrows became a messy knot that could not be resolved.

"General, we have to believe in the divine hexagram that Lord Yang exchanged for his life. The food madman put down the bamboo chopsticks in his hand, lowered his eyebrows and recited the Buddhist scriptures to himself, "As long as we work hard to live, those two people will definitely come over, and they will definitely come." ”