I didn't expect that Gui Yezi's skill of refining utensils was so wonderful. Gu Fenghua's idea of practicing this skill became more intense. It's a pity that the old man is too stubborn. If he wants to give him everything, he has to agree to his terms. But he refuses to say anything about the terms. How can Gu Fenghua agree easily.

However, it is obviously impossible for her to give up. Fortunately, Gu Fenghua had an idea for a long time, but he was not too worried.

Anxious to eat hot tofu, Gu Fenghua put the matter aside for the time being. He calmed his mind and calmed his spirit. His mind went back to emptiness, and he practiced without being impatient.

Gu Fenghua was awakened by a terrible cry. At dawn, a terrible cry spread all over the ancient city of Mingsha.

That sad cry is so heartrending, and it is so tear jerking, even if the mind is empty, Gu Fenghua is awakened.

There is no doubt that the cry came from Tang junhou.

Hung on a high flagpole, young master Tang's tenacity from the blood of the Tang family was released again. After a night's bitter wind, he didn't cry out. But when the sun was rising, thousands of golden lights were sprinkled, and countless pairs of eyes looked up at him like a monkey show, his dignity was finally broken, I can't bear the pain of being cut by the cold wind, and I can't bear it any more.

Under the flagpole, looking at Tang junhou with tears and snot on his face, even those who had been disgusted with him could not help feeling a little pity.

Of course, Gu Fenghua will not have any pity. If Gu Fenghua didn't have the power of Phoenix and was not affected by the Seven Star spirit flag, he must have been framed by them and expelled from the sand city, and even his cultivation would not have been preserved.

When Tang junhou came to such an end, he just deserved what he had done. What is there to be pitied for?

Accompanied by the cry of Tang junhou, Gu Fenghua comes to the yard with a smile.

"Fenghua, you're up. What do you want to eat? How about eight treasure lotus seed porridge?" White fat also just got up, see Gu Fenghua said hello.

"No, I want to eat the Baifang Qingxin porridge you made last time." Gu Fenghua hasn't said anything yet, but Lorne says it first.

"It's too much trouble." The fat man frowned. Baifang Qingxin porridge is a kind of medicated food invented by him some time ago. It is made of more than 100 kinds of exotic flowers and herbs and a kind of fragrant rice produced in the remote mountainous area of Xinghua. The formula is very exquisite, and the cooking is also very cumbersome.

"Meinan, I've worked hard. I want to eat Baifang Qingxin porridge." Lorne shook the white fat man's arm and said softly.

"Pretty boy, I'm going to take part in the trial in a few days. I don't know how much I have to suffer. For the sake of kindness, you should work hard." Ye colorless also advised, in fact, not for Lorne, but for himself.

"Mm-hmm, brother Meinan, it's hard for you." Xie Youran and Fang Tianyou followed suit.

Since they had tasted the cooking skills of the white fat man, they knew what the unique taste of the world was. They saw that even people like Luo en, who had been used to his cooking skills, were so obsessed with the so-called Baifang Qingxin porridge. How could they miss it.

Of course, knowing the taboo of white fat man, they no longer dare to call him fat. The word "beautiful man" blurts out, so natural and sincere.