"Advisor, are you okay?" An old voice came from inside.

"Master, it's almost done, wait a moment."

There was no choice but to take the slightly battered food to the master, stand aside, and keep wiping the sweat.

Cooking a dish is even more exhausting than a life-and-death battle.

Yang Nianqiao stood beside him, not even daring to be so arrogant, for fear of saying unhappy words from the old man.

She finally got to know a master. If she was kicked out of the master because of her poor skills, she would be in tears.

Seeing the master stuffing the vegetables into his mouth and chewing them slowly, Yang Nianqiao felt as if he was on the execution ground and waiting for the execution.

"The taste is bad." The old man with broken arms frowned.

"Master, I haven't cooked vegetables for too long and I'm a little raw. I promise to satisfy you tomorrow." Yang Xiaoqiao said quickly.

The one-armed old man said nothing and continued to eat: "You go back first, come again tomorrow."

"Yes, master." Yang Nianqiao breathed a sigh of relief and quickly left the cave.

After leaving the cave, she did not return to her cave. She hurriedly went down the mountain to find a restaurant, holding a restaurant chef.

The chef thought the other party was robbing money, but after knowing the truth, he couldn't smile bitterly.

The reason why the other party held him was to ask him to teach him some dishes.

What's this all about!

After learning how to make a few side dishes and cook some breakfast, Yang Nianqiao threw down a few spirit stones and threw them away.

The next morning, Yang Nianqiao made breakfast, and the one-armed old man said nothing, but in terms of his expression, he was at least not dissatisfied.

After breakfast, the one-armed old man took out a booklet from his body.

Yang Nianqiao was overjoyed. Just when she thought it was a secret recipe for martial arts, she was stunned when she saw the above three words.

"Great Compassion Mantra?" She looked confused.

"When I was young, I committed countless killings and killed countless people, and in the end my arm was also killed. I happened to meet a Buddhist master who told me that if I listened to the Great Compassion Mantra every day, I could reduce my inner demons a lot. Please recite it for me!" The one-armed old man ordered.

"Master, just record it and play it again. How much time will it take to read it every day?" Yang Nianqiao said reluctantly.

"You have too much energy, and it will be beneficial to you when you recite it. Besides, my teachings are suitable for those with calm minds and minds. If you practice a little Buddhism, it will be very useful for your future practice." The one-armed old man said.

"Since that's the case, I'll read it."

Yang Nianqiao had no choice. In order to practice and to obtain the true teachings of her master, she endured everything.

In the next few days, Yang Nianqiao came to her master's cave twice every morning and afternoon. Apart from cooking and cooking, she just recited the Great Compassion Mantra. Apart from that, the master had never taught her anything.

At first, she didn't dare to say anything, so she had to endure it and said nothing.

But a month later, she began to get a little impatient.

On this day, after reciting the Great Compassion Mantra, she finally couldn't help it and said, "Master, I have been with you for more than a month. Apart from letting me cook, you just recite the Great Compassion Mantra. When can I teach me something?"

“Wait until I think the time is up?

“What is the time and how long will it take?”

"That depends on people's understanding. Maybe it's a month, maybe half a year, or even three years." The one-armed old man said lightly.

He didn't expect that after chanting the Great Compassion Mantra for so long, he still couldn't eliminate her sage after cooking for a while.

Her anger has not yet subsided for a day, and he will not pass on anything to her.

Yang Nianqiao wanted to say something else, but when he saw that the one-armed old man had his eyes closed again, he stopped asking.

...

"Grandma, I'm wasting a month of time, like a servant all day, and I can't learn anything. It's so unlucky.

When he left his master's residence and returned to his cave, Yang Nianqiao kept cursing.

"If I spent a month practicing constantly, my strength might have increased a little more now."

As soon as she returned to the gate of the sect, she suddenly found a beautiful figure walking in front of her.

He is the demon-killing faction, recognized as the number one beauty, Lu Xue.

"A bullshit beauty, far worse than this lady." Yang Nianqiao said secretly.

She was about to leave when she suddenly remembered the mysterious person who wanted to kill him to silence him a month ago. The person was most likely sent by Zhao Lei to silence him.

Thinking of Zhao Lei, Yang Nianqiao clenched his fists tightly.

If she guessed correctly, Zhao Lei was worried that she would tell him about his past affairs with Lu Mei, so he killed himself to silence him.

Because no one except him knew that he had quietly left the Demon-Slaying Sect.

Thinking of this, Yang Nianqiao snorted coldly: If you want to kill me to silence me, I won’t let you have a good time.

She walked up with a smile and said, "Sister Lu Xue, hello, I have something to talk to you."

...

When Zhao Lei returned from work, he immediately went to find Lu Xue to comfort his thoughts and pains.

He came outside Lu Xue's cave and shouted a few times. After a while, Lu Xue finally came out with a cold expression.

"Xue'er, I finally saw you." Zhao Lei was about to hold her hand when he went up.

Lu Xue hid and retracted her hand, stared at him and asked, "Zhao Lei, tell me the truth, who is Lu Mei and what is your relationship with her?"

Zhao Lei's face suddenly became very ugly.

"Who told you that bitch Yang Nianqiao, right?" Zhao Lei's eyes were full of murderous aura.

Feeling the murderous aura in his eyes, Lu Xue was very disappointed.

"Zhao Lei, we're over, don't come to me in the future."

After Lu Xue finished speaking, she turned around and walked into the cave and slammed the door.

"Yang Nianqiao, I will never let you go." Zhao Lei was angry and clenched his fists tightly.

...

Ten minutes later, Zhao Lei came to Yang Nianqiao's cave.

Yang Nianqiao was not there, he stayed outside and waited for the whole afternoon.

In the evening, Yang Nianqiao finally appeared and he strode up.

"Yang Nianqiao, did you tell Lu Xue about Lu Mei?" Zhao Lei asked in a furious question.

"That's right, I said it, how about it? Do you still want to kill someone to silence me?" Yang Nianqiao asked coldly.

"You guy named Yang, you bitch, go back on your word. We promised me to leave the Demon-Slaying Sect. Not only did we not leave, we also said in front of Lu Xue that my fault is not. What about your promises? You have fed the dogs?" Zhao Lei roared loudly.

"Your surnamed Zhao, you are so embarrassed to say, as soon as I left, you sent someone to kill me to silence me. If I hadn't been lucky, I would have died long ago. You not only killed me, but also killed Xiaoyan. You hypocrite, turtle, I will definitely settle the debt with you." Yang Nianqiao gritted his teeth.

"You're not sick in your brain? Who sent someone to kill you?" Zhao Lei cursed.

Yang Nianqiao felt a little confused and looked at Zhao Lei suspiciously.
Chapter completed!