Chapter 24: The old man doesn't talk about martial virtue

The status of direct disciples of each peak of the Dao Yi Sect is comparable to that of elders. This chore disciple didn't continue, but the meaning was already self-evident.

Even two direct disciples were queuing honestly; even if you were a Divine Jianfeng elder, you had no privileges.

Hearing this, Hong Zun didn't care much, took a big gulp of wine, and then honestly queued behind the many chore disciples.

"Mealtime."

Following a loud shout from a disciple in the courtyard, the queue began to move unhurriedly.

The disciples in front were all rubbing their hands, wishing they could replace the large bowls in their hands with basins. Each one of them added rice until it was piled high, and they wouldn't stop until it couldn't hold any more.

And such actions, in the eyes of the people behind, were burning with anxiety.

"Damn, Chen Daniu, that's enough."

"That's about enough."

"Leave some for the brothers behind."

That was what they said, but when it was their turn, everyone was clenching their teeth to add rice, pressing it again and again, just to be able to hold more.

Even Lu Youyou and Facing Liu Shuang were the same. Watching Facing Liu Shuang press the rice flat with indignation and then add more, and then press it again, Ye Changqing couldn't help but say.

"Senior Sister, does this rice have a grudge against you?"

"No, it's just that Senior Sister has a big appetite, and this bowl is too small."

Hearing this, Facing Liu Shuang didn't stop her movements and replied without raising her head. Regarding this, Ye Changqing's mouth twitched.

This bowl is probably as big as your head, and you still think it's small?

Everyone was racking their brains to serve a little more rice. However, Ye Changqing made a lot of portions, so there was no situation where there wasn't enough to eat. After all, there were only fifty or sixty people coming to eat every meal right now.

After a full quarter of an hour, it was finally Hong Zun's turn. Just now he had seen his two disciples, each holding a bowl bigger than his head, eating wildly there.

Even he, the master, hadn't been noticed.

Seeing that the two women didn't care about their image at all, Hong Zun also became interested. What kind of magic did this small kitchen have?

Until Hong Zun approached the kitchen bit by bit, the fragrance became more and more intense. When it was his turn, the old man's beard had already been completely soaked by drool, and a large part of his chest clothes was also wet.

"Serve rice, serve rice, hurry..."

His eyes, glowing green, were like a starving wolf, staring fixedly at that basin of stir-fried pork.

Even though Ye Changqing was already used to the expressions of many disciples, when he saw Hong Zun, he couldn't help but be stunned.

What's wrong with this old man? Did he have a rabies attack?

"That... Senior, are you okay?"

"Bowl, give me a bowl."

However, regarding this, Hong Zun didn't listen at all; he only had eating on his mind.

Seeing this, Ye Changqing pointed to the large bowl on the side, and then he saw Hong Zun being even more exaggerated than Facing Liu Shuang, directly using his cultivation.

"Not enough, not enough, press it for me, press it again..."

Using spiritual power to compress the rice in the bowl, just to be able to add those two more scoops?

Ye Changqing was directly stunned. On the other side, Lu Youyou and Facing Liu Shuang also felt the fluctuation of spiritual power. Looking up, they found that it was actually their master.

Why would Master be here?

But right now, this wasn't the most important thing. Watching Master constantly using spiritual power to compress the rice, and the rice in the bucket was getting less and less, and it was about to be finished by him, Lu Youyou hurriedly stood up and said.

"Master, you can't use spiritual power to serve rice; it breaks the rules."

As Lu Youyou's voice fell, many disciples present also looked up one after another. The master of a direct disciple, wasn't that the Divine Jianfeng Master?

This kind of big shot was actually eating with them? However, when they saw the rice in Hong Zun's hand, everyone's eyes instantly turned red.

Good guy, how much did he serve?

"Master, the kitchen has the kitchen's rules, you can't violate them."

Facing Liu Shuang also stood out and said, and the other chore disciples, although they didn't say anything, the red light in their eyes already explained everything.

Less, the rice in the bucket was instantly much less.

Being watched by so many people, and with the accusations of two disciples, Hong Zun couldn't help but blush.

"Hehe, couldn't help it, couldn't help it."

Then he restrained his spiritual power, but still scooped a large spoonful of stir-fried meat from the basin and poured it on.

Afterward, he strode to Lu Youyou and Facing Liu Shuang, and began to eat in large mouthfuls without any image.

"Delicious, delicious..."

While eating, he was still saying vaguely in his mouth.

Old as he was, Hong Zun's speed of eating was not slower than anyone else's, and he was even a latecomer surpassing the others. ===== CHAPTER 25 =====