The Director of Music Department

"The food and the story are the best match." Ming Kong smiled and put the two dinner plates in his hands on the table.

Wang Yifan was a little embarrassed, but he couldn't help but be attracted by the two delicious foods.

The first dish is delicious or not, but it is absolutely beautiful.

"Mingkong, you monk is very bad, how do we eat this dish?" Ma Qingshan scolded with a smile.

"Isn't it? This monk is really bad." Others also agreed.

The main reason is that Ming Kong’s first dish, to be honest, doesn’t really look like a meal, but rather like a work of art.

The main material is tofu, but Mingkong has carved it into a vivid picture of a beautiful woman sniffing a rose.

"What's the name of this dish?" Zhang Zirong couldn't help asking.

"No, there is a problem with this dish. It's true that the beauty is like jade, but if you sniff the rose, is this a female man?" Sima Nan came directly to the side with an unpleasant sentence.

Mingkong wasn't annoyed at all, but smiled and said, "Mo Shangren is like jade."

"Hey, Mingkong, are you really a monk? We are really embarrassed to continue to arrange you after being so praised by you. This monk has so many eyes." Xi Mengru said in a daze from the side. .

"The master of Mo is like jade, the son is unparalleled, tsk tsk, go on the road!" Sima Nan also nodded repeatedly.

"By the way, Jushi Wang just seemed to be telling the story of a monk?" Mingkong suddenly looked at Wang Yifan and asked.

Now it was Wang Yifan's turn to be embarrassed. Well, the monk even cooks dishes with such meaning. The masters of Mo are like jade, and the son of the world is unparalleled. This dish, just like what Xi Mengru said, he insisted.

But I just praised everyone, and I came here to eat and drink. As a result, I had to arrange the owner's not, this is really...

"Ahem, Master Mingkong, haven't introduced this other dish yet?" Wang Yifan changed the subject.

"Bamboo Forest Game!" Mingkong said with a smile.

Everyone's eyes brightened. This second dish is a bamboo forest carved from lettuce stalks, with a tofu checkerboard, and black and white chess pieces on it.

Wang Yifan also had an idea, um, Wuhua or something, forget it, although Master Mingkong is really a bit of the seven wonderful monks in "Chu Liuxiang", and they are also versatile and have a lot of friends, but after all, Wuhua is a The big villain, even if he does bad things, he is still very demeanor, but he is also a big villain.

Eating people’s food, drinking people’s food, and arranging people’s houses, this is indeed a bit unnatural, but the dish of the bamboo forest game makes Wang Yifan think of another monk. Well, this monk and Mingkong are completely two extremes.

"This bamboo forest game reminds me of a monk's story. His nickname is Xuzhu, and his debut is also related to the chess game." Wang Yifan said with a smile.

Immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"However, Xu Zhu is different from Master Ming Kong. Xu Zhu has a dull personality, an ugly appearance, thick eyebrows, big eyes, upturned nostrils, his ears are windy, his lips are thick, and he is not good at dictating. He always likes to say verses every time he speaks. Buddha." Wang Yifan glanced at Master Mingkong and said.

"He is innocent and straightforward. He has been deeply influenced by the Shaolin monks since he was a child, and he abides by all the clear rules and precepts of the Buddhist school. Therefore, he is gentle in nature and often conceives for others, but he adheres to principles and refuses all actions that violate his ideals.

He studied martial arts at the age of 22. At the age of 24, he followed his master to hand out famous posts and went down the mountain. He did not understand the game, but accidentally hit and cracked the Zhenlong chess game set by the generation of martial arts giants, the leader of the Xiaoyao School Wuyazi, and became the leader of the Xiaoyao School "No The closed disciple of "Yazi" dissipated his Shaolin inner strength, passed the seventy years of Xiaoyao school skills to Xuzhu, and taught him the position of the third generation of Xiaoyao school. "When Wang Yifan said this, Sima Nan's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Using the endgame to select the successor, the Xiaoyao faction, no cliff... OK!" Sima Nan exclaimed, high-fiving.

"What's the good thing?" Ma Qingshan asked with a smile.

"If I'm right, the Xiaoyao school, named Xiaoyao, should belong to the Taoist school? And everyone knows that this monk Xuzhu is a child of the Buddhist school, and his appearance, personality, etc. are all the same as'Xiaoyao' The two characters are quite different, but they have become the head of the Xiaoyao faction..." Sima Nan applauded the combo festival.

Others also nodded in unison.

"Later, they accidentally rescued the former Xiaoyao school disciple. The current Tianshan Tongmao, the master of the Misty Peak Lingjiu Palace in Tianshan Mountain, died. In order to escape the Tianshan Tongmao's dead opponent, Xiaoyao sent Li Qiushui, they decided to hide in Li Qiushui. In the ice cellar inside the Xixia Palace in the base camp.” As soon as Wang Yifan's voice fell, Sima Nan couldn't wait to interrupt.

"This Tianshan child grandma, the name Tongma seems a bit strange?" Sima Nan asked.

Everyone is not surprised, after all, Sima Nan is a martial arts novelist, and it is normal to see the heart of hunting.

"Because Tianshan child grandmother learned the magical skill "Eight Desolation and Six Combinations Only I Exalted Gong". This unique knowledge is also known as "Long-term Immortality Changchun Gong". Practicing must be based on the best internal skills. It is so big, but there is an inconvenience, that is, every 30 years, you need to rejuvenate and rejuvenate. After rejuvenation, the skill returns to its original form. If you want to regain your skill, you need to rebuild every day, and each day is a year. , And you have to drink and produce blood at noon before you can practice." Wang Yifan explained.

"Wonderful! It's really a pity that you don't write martial arts novels." Sima Nan exclaimed.

"Okay, Sima, don't interrupt, so let people not listen to the story?" The play dream on the side said dissatisfiedly.

then......

"Then why is Tianshan child grandmother being chased by fellow junior Li Qiushui?" Xi Mengru asked Sima Nan not to interrupt, but she couldn't help but ask.

Wang Yifan couldn’t help but sigh. Sure enough, men’s and women’s attention angles are different. What Sima Nan was curious about was how the name of the Tianshan Child Grandma came from, while what Xi Mengru cared about was why the two fellow teachers and sisters Will become an enemy.

"This is a long story..." Wang Yifan laughed bitterly. Was he just saying that Xuzhu was good? As a result, when the two interrupted, they had to talk about the side story again.

But looking at everyone else with a curious look, Zhang Zirong also said: "It's okay, anyway, there is a lot of time today."

Yes, the branch line is the branch line.

"Because when the two were young, they shared the same sisters, but they both liked Wuyazi, the leader of the Xiaoyao School. Back then, because of Wuyazi, Tianshan Tong's grandmother practiced a kind of martial arts, which is the everlasting Changchun Gong.

This kind of martial arts keeps her face always in her youth. However, when she had just succeeded in training, because Li Qiushui was a stumbling block, she was in a madness, and she has stayed at the sixteen-year-old forever, and her figure is always that short.

Later, when Li Qiushui was still asleep in the middle of the night, Tianshan Tongmao drew a Tic Tac Toe on her face, ruining Li Qiushui's appearance. From then on, the deep hatred between Tianshan Tongmao and Li Qiushui was officially forged. "

"Huh, scumbag!" Drama Meng said angrily.

However, after listening to Wang Yifan's explanation, Sima Nan became more excited.

"Wonderful, wonderful, the Xiaoyao school, named Xiaoyao, but there is no one from Wuyazi to Tianshan Tongmao, to Li Qiushui, and no one is happy...but He Xuzhu monk one Shaolin disciples become the head of the Xiaoyao Sect, but they have the same effect." Sima Nan admired authentically.

"Well, both of you don't interrupt, let Yifan continue to talk." Now it was Ma Qingshan's turn to be dissatisfied.