He shook his hand gently, and a gourd on his waist was placed in the fire by him. The way the gourd seemed to be very special. After passing through the fire, there was no trace left.

Just when Zhang Heyan was curious about what he wanted to cook water, he saw the swordsman pick up the clay pot again, scooped a can of water in the pot, and threw the clay pot into the sky.

The pottery pot that fell from the sky rushed down with the current of water, but was scattered by him with a knife, and then took one of them and poured it into the wine pot.

The swordsman saw that Zhang Heyan seemed to be stunned and laughed. He picked up the wine pot with the tip of the knife, and rushed into the river with the heat wave of wine pot, and then was brought back by the tip of his knife.

"Little Taoist, this trick of sprinkling the house is called hot wine!" He had already opened the wine pot and took a sip. The wine vessel with a spicy flavor suddenly made the whole air feel a little more delicious.

Zhang Heyan had just woken up from the incident just now and couldn't help but laugh and rub his head. Although the other party's actions were indeed a little fancy, it looked like that.

Is this the world of the world? Zhang Heyan couldn't help but ask himself, and he didn't know what role this swordsman played in the world?

He took out the food he brought from his bag. Although the old Taoist priest was not very particular on weekdays, he paid much attention to the food. He specially asked him to bring a kind of pasta that the old Taoist priest himself developed.

Zhang Heyan was even curious about where did the master get the oil when he fryed this noodles? Although the Taoist priests did not ban the food, the so-called convenience foods made by the master were really a bit strange.

He slowly took out a few pieces of bread-like things from the bag carefully. He thought he could only eat dried buns and some pickles he brought on the road, but now he could eat a little better.

As the dough was put into the pot, Zhang Heyan had already taken out some dried oil and vegetables. These were all extremely dry things and were basically not used on weekdays. However, the old Taoist priest on the road asked him to bring them all with him this time.

Zhang Heyan couldn't help feeling a little lost when he thought of this. He went down the mountain, who should cook the master's meal?

As he put a few dried meat strips into the pot, a bowl looked very rich and prepared!

His actions also attracted the attention of everyone on the boat, and the old boatman who wanted to come and cook a little water looked at him, "Take Master, you... really understand life!"

He didn't know what to say, so he had to exclaim casually, and then quickly went to work on his own affairs.

"Hmph! The little Taoist priest who is not familiar with the world brings some flashy things!" One of the two cloaked men said softly, and glanced at his package with malicious intentions. "This little Taoist priest is so big, so what he can bring is all these foods, right?"

When Zhang Heyan heard what he said, he was unwilling to answer. Instead, he took out two chopsticks from the package and stirred them in the pot twice. After confirming that the noodles had been boiled and all kinds of seasonings were boiled, he carefully picked up the bowl next to him.

"Brother-in-law, can I use your bowl?" Zhang Heyanna asked very carefully before. If he couldn't use the bowl, he would have to eat it with the pot.

The old boatman had already lit another stove at this time and nodded, "Yes, these bowls are for guests, please do whatever you want."

The hot noodle soup poured down with the noodles, and the fragrance flowed in the air. The scholar sitting in the corner couldn't help it anymore. He looked at the dry food in his hand and suddenly felt that it was no longer fragrant.

But after all, he is a scholar and cannot be so thick-skinned. He just stared at the fragrant noodles that night. "Master, I don't know what ingredients are used in this bowl of noodles? Not only is it cooked very quickly, but it also feels that the taste is quite rich!"

Zhang Heyan nodded, "This is naturally, this is the food my master prepared for me. He spent a lot of effort and wanted me to eat better along the way."

"You have a good master!" The swordsman suddenly said, staring at his bowl of noodles, and has always been attracted by noodles.

Zhang Heyan picked it up and took a bite. It was similar to what he did in the Taoist temple, but the fragrance was a little more intense. It seemed that it was the reason for this noodles?

How many abilities does the old man hide? Every time he thinks this way, the smiling old Taoist priest will always throw out some new things, and even his boring career in Taoism becomes beautiful.

After a slightly twists and turns, everyone gradually fell into a bottleneck. Whether it is a gangster or a little Taoist priest, they actually felt a little bored at this moment. The time on the boat was very boring, and the scholar had a bunch of books reading, which was the least boring among the few.

Zhang Heyan thought about it, opened his own baggage, found a "Qingnang Shu" from it, and thought about it and took out another Book of Changes.

Just as he was flipping through the book, the box of stamps in his package accidentally fell out, so he had to put the two books next to his seat and pick up the box of stamps.

After practicing Taoism for so long, he certainly has the ability to prevent these things from floating, but it is always a bit different from ordinary people. If you walk in the world, you should use these skills less.

"Is this a sign?" The hero who covered his face spoke, and it turned out to be a female voice. She looked through the signature in her hand and handed it over.

"Thank you." Zhang Heyan thanked, "That's right, this is a heart-to-heart sign."

"Ask the heart sign? Reconciliation?" The signature obviously aroused the interest of people around him. Even the scholar who was studying put down the book in his hand and asked.

Zhang Heyan thought for a while, "This is what my master gave me. It is said that it is this set of signatures, and it is a platform for heaven. Let's ask about the heart of heaven!"

"Wow! What a big tone!" Another masked man also spoke. Zhang Heyan hurriedly picked up all the signatures and covered them with an octagonal lid.

"Little Taoist, I want to try this sign, is that okay?" the female voice continued, "I wonder what the conditions are for this sign, how much money will be spent at a time?"

Zhang Heyan shook his head, "The divine is not a person who covers his eyebrows and eyes, and the signature is not a person who does not have a name."

"Hey, you little Taoist priest..." The other masked man obviously had a bad temper, and even raised his hands, as if he wanted to take action.

"Pan Chun, don't be unreasonable!" The female voice was obviously the dominant part of the two. After hearing his words, the man reluctantly gave up and retreated behind.

"Master, I don't know what conditions there are for this divination signature, so I'd better tell them together?" She said, sitting next to Zhang Heyan, her eyes only exposed, extremely spiritual.

Zhang Heyan nodded and spoke slowly. "The childish children are not counted, the elderly in their seventies are not counted, the ones who cannot be self-reliant are not counted, the ones who are noble in their ranks do not count, the second time they come, and the ones who do not believe in it do not count."

"What else?" she continued.

"There are two more items, one is a sign for 10% of all your property, or ten taels of silver," Zhang Heyan said. Ten taels of silver is actually the upper limit he set, because the price should not be too high, and high does not count.

"I only count the sign for this item once, and I only take it once. There is no difference between superior and inferior, and there is no difference between before and after. You only have this once in your life!"
Chapter completed!