Chapter 744

"Come on, have a taste of this floating drunken dream. I cooked it myself. You have a blessing in the mouth!"

As soon as the falling snow saw that the momentum was wrong, the beacon was about to start again. They quickly turned off the topic and interrupted their needle tip to wheat awn!

Sure enough, as soon as they heard that it was Ding Ning's own dish, no one could care more about being jealous, so they went down to chopsticks to taste it.

"How can it be so delicious? Boss, please keep it. If I'm addicted, I can do so in the future!"

Zhang Haifeng said a chopstick. As soon as he put it into his mouth, the delicious and smooth burst open between his taste buds, making his scalp numb and elated. He was happy and almost didn't cry. His face was intoxicated with praise.

Unfortunately, he didn't hear anyone agree. Even Liu Wenjing didn't say a word, which surprised him. He quickly looked at it and found that not no one agreed, but everyone was busy eating special food. Even President Jia, who always pays attention to manners, stuffed his mouth one after another like a hungry ghost, and didn't care to speak at all.

Zhang Haifeng screamed, "don't eat so fast, save some for me!"

Unfortunately, no one paid attention to him. They stared at the basin of floating life with green eyes and kept putting vegetables in their bowl. They almost took off their shoes and fished.

At this moment, no one respects the old and loves the young, and no one pays attention to etiquette. There is only one idea. You must eat two more mouthfuls, otherwise you will regret it all your life. For fear that if you slow down, you won't be able to eat the unparalleled delicious food in this world!

Ding Ning looked at them with chopsticks as a weapon and fought in that pot of floating drunken dream, which made him see the awe inspiring murderous spirit contained in the sword shadow.

Even Liu Yingying, who has been in a low mood and has no sense of existence, can't help fighting. She doesn't hesitate to cut into the mess of chopsticks. With a whoosh, she quickly sandwiched a piece of seafood that she doesn't know what it is. She threw it in her mouth. She can't chew the aftertaste at all, so she happily stretched out her chopsticks again and grabbed food.

Isn't it just a basin of seafood? As for this? Ding Ning couldn't help watching this scene, but he had to say that watching them love their own food so much, he still couldn't help but feel a strong sense of pride and satisfaction.

This is a common problem for people who like to cook. Even if they can't eat a bite, seeing the food they make is so popular, the sense of pleasure and achievement from the body and mind will instantly fill the whole heart.

At this moment, Ding Ning suddenly understood the reason why snow worked so hard to pursue cooking, which was the same as the unspeakable sense of achievement when the patient got rid of the pain and showed a sincere smile after he saved the patient.

This gave him a sudden insight, whether it's medicine, martial arts, or even the cooking he never cared about. As long as he can achieve the ultimate in this industry and reach the ultimate peak that no one can surpass, is it a kind of Tao?

He pursues the way of medicine, Dad pursues the way of knife, Xia Hou Weiyang pursues the way of martial arts, while falling snow pursues the way of kitchen.

Thousands of avenues lead to the same goal through different paths. If you cultivate to the extreme, you can become the Tao!

No one expected that Ding Ning entered the realm of Epiphany at this moment. He closed his eyes and concentrated, with a slight lip at the corners of his mouth. He had no thought, and his face showed a peaceful color. He was like the Buddha smiling at flowers, surrounded by silk road rhyme. The newly understood profound meaning of the vortex of water was unconsciously displayed, forming countless vortices around him, crazy absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth.

The air in the tens of miles around suddenly became viscous, and the huge vitality of heaven and earth poured into Ding Ning's body like a sea of rivers, constantly filling his vast Dantian.

"Eh!"

In the audience, only Ding Qianlie was an ancient martial artist. She was extremely sensitive to the fluctuation of vitality. She noticed the difference of Ding Ning at the first time. Only then did she realize that a pot of floating drunken dreams had just made her lose her attitude, and she was surprised.

Although she didn't know what was happening to Ding Ning, she knew that she must not disturb him at this time. She immediately raised her index finger to her lips and motioned to the people who had awakened one after another not to disturb Ding Ning.

The crowd stared at Ding Ning with a smile like an old monk. They didn't know what he had done, but with the sign of Ding leading the hunting and the strong spiritual power around them, they felt relaxed and happy, comfortable and tired. They couldn't help but close their eyes comfortably. They had the feeling of returning to the mother and wanted to be sleepy lazily.

I don't know how long it has passed. Ding Qianlie only felt a shock all over her body. It seems that she has broken some shackles. The violent spiritual power poured into her body madly and operated autonomously in a special way she can't understand.

Breakthrough to the peak of Diwu!

Ding Qianlie looked at Ding Ning, who was still meditating with her eyes closed. When she sacrificed her life to save him and his double practice of great joy Zen, they were a strange symbiont. She didn't need her to practice at all. Every time Ding Ning broke through, she would break through. This is one of the reasons why Ding Ning was stuck in the martial arts for so long.

Of course, Ding Ning's elixir field, which is much larger than those in the same realm, is difficult to fill even if there are spiritual crystals for him to practice, which is one of the reasons why he is difficult to advance to the top.

"Eh! Who broke through Zhenwu in Ninghai?"

In a courtyard in Ninghai, a startling sound sounded. Two men were playing chess under the moon. The gray haired man felt the fluctuation of spiritual power within a radius of tens of miles, looked up at the sky in surprise, looked at the huge funnel like spiritual vortex over Ninghai, and asked in surprise.

"Break through Zhenwu territory? How can this be possible? Ninghai is not a blessed place, and its aura is thin. Where do you get so much aura for ancient warriors to break through!"

A middle-aged man sitting opposite him shook his head incredulously: "director Yang, you must be wrong."

"I can't read it wrong. It's extraordinary. You haven't broken through tianwu, so you don't feel the fluctuation of the spiritual power of heaven and earth, and you can't see the spiritual funnel in the sky."

The old man, known as director Yang, had a dignified look on his face, put the chess pieces in his hand and said seriously, "no, I'm going to see where the expert broke through the Zhenwu realm in Ninghai. This situation is too ridiculous. I can't rest assured until I find out."

Zhuo Bufan looked slightly stunned and was about to say something. Director Yang's figure flashed and disappeared in place. He envied him and smashed his mouth. He sighed: "I don't know if I have a chance to break through tianwu in my life!"

In the No. 1 villa of Shengshi Huating, Xia Hou, who was teaching his brothers to practice, suddenly changed his face, looked up at the sky, frowned tightly, looked at the core direction of the fluctuation of spiritual power, and whispered, "no, that direction should be the young master."

"Boss, what's the matter with you?"

Seeing that Xia Hou suddenly stopped talking, the wasp asked suspiciously.

"Wasp, I have something urgent. I'm going out now. Look after your home!"

Xia Hou forced a smile, hurriedly said hello and ran out quickly, leaving the confused wasp at a loss!

Xia Hou doesn't know whether Ding Ning caused the movement, but he knows that the direction is where the young master's company is located, and the young master and the eldest lady are there today, so he must go and have a look to be at ease.

After all, such a big movement may not have any impact on the national martial arts, but in the future, it will certainly turn the whole Ninghai into a vacuum of aura, which will have a great impact on the ancient martial arts, so that they can't practice at all. The strong above tianwu must be able to detect the changes of heaven and earth. They will certainly go to see what happened, A bad will conflict with the young master.

As soon as Xia Hou arrived at the door, he met the knife and leopard. The knife came up and said, "boss, is there an accident over the young master?"

"I don't know, but that direction is where the young master and the young lady are. I'll go and have a look now."

Xia Hou said, looking at the eager look in the eyes of the knife and the leopard, he pondered a little: "come with me, you are a master now, and it's time to experience."

"Yes, boss!"

Knife and leopard have been itching since they broke through the master. Knife immediately bumped out of the white Hummer. When Xia Hou got on the car, he stepped on the accelerator and the car jumped out like a cheetah out of the forest.

In Dongli mountain villa, in a row of bungalows on the north side of the Shibali bridge, Mo ye, a great worshipper, was sitting in a thatched hut and practicing quietly. The riot of Tiandi Yuanli made him frown and stared at the sky for a long time.

Mo Ye hesitated to look at Wang Qianye's villa and thought that there should be no accident after leaving for a while. After half a day of hesitation, she finally didn't resist her inner curiosity. She kicked her foot and flew to the source of Yuanli riot.

Shortly after he had just disappeared, a ghost like figure appeared in place. It was the second sacrifice. A grim smile appeared at the corners of his mouth and reached out to take out his mobile phone: "Lord Hong Gang, that old thing has gone out. Now it's the best next mobile phone meeting!"

"But what if he suddenly comes back and finds something wrong?"

Hong junyang's nervous and nervous voice came from the other end of the phone.

Second, the worshiper's face was unhappy, Shen Sheng advised: "Hong Gang leader, Mo ye, the old man stays in the villa all day and has no chance to do it at all. Now is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I'm afraid it's too late to miss this opportunity. Think about it. The old gang leader doesn't have a few days to live. Do you think he will leave the position of gang leader to you when he returns to normal? Think it over for yourself!"

"I... OK, I see. I'll go ahead as planned right now!"

Hong junyang hesitated and said.

Wang Qianye's life is not long. If he dies, his coveted position as the leader of the guild will be lost. If Wang Yuqiu is the leader, he will be better. At worst, he won't lose his life.

But if the old guy passes on the position of guild leader to Wang Zhihao, he will be the first to eradicate himself. It is the so-called wealth insurance. If he doesn't succeed tonight, he will become benevolent. Either the fish dies or the net is broken. He has no way back.

"Cousin, has the plan begun?"

A figure quietly emerged and asked faintly. If Wang Zhihao was here, he would be shocked, because the comer was the three offerings he had won over.

"Everything goes smoothly according to the plan. Hong junyang is finally determined to do it. Wang Qianye, for 30 years, you beast is finally dying. It will be very painful to die in the hands of your own son, Jie Jie. This is retribution, retribution!"

The two elders gave out a sad and choking laughter like a night owl. The sadness contained in the laughter was like the blood of a cuckoo, which made people cry.

"Cousin, it's been so long. Don't be sad. Now our blood feud is about to be avenged. You should be happy!"

The three elders' eyes turned red and said softly.

He will never forget the blood feud between his cousin Kuang Kaiyi and his two families killed by Wang Qianye 30 years ago. A total of 27 people, young and old, have never survived. The most terrible thing is that they heard that their wives and sisters died after being humiliated by Wang Qianye's people. If they hadn't gone to learn arts together, they would have been doomed if they hadn't been at home.