"If you want to get my husband's guidance, it's best to roast a lamb leg for me immediately and have a bottle of wine!"

The Chongyang Taoist looked at him and said to Xia Qiu next to him.

"Uh...sen! Wait a minute!"

Xia Qiu was a little surprised and said in a hurry.

But Xia Qiu did as he did immediately.

For Hong Zimeng, the personal guidance of the Chongyang Taoist is obviously very meaningful, but when it comes to him, he will only have to work but not get a reward.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but complain.

But he just thought about these thoughts for a moment, but did not reveal them. He just looked at the Chongyang Taoist and honestly roasted lamb legs.

Remembering the previous topic of Yang Linggen, Xia Qiu always pays attention to the situation on Hong Zimeng when roasting lamb legs.

When I saw a person's lips squirming, I smiled from time to time, and the other nodded.

Seeing this scene, Xia Qiu gradually breathed a sigh of relief.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the lamb legs were roasted, and the delicious meat fragrance spread out and drifted dozens of feet away along the wind.

The Taoist Chongyang smelled the smell of flesh in the wind, his nose moved slightly, and his burning eyes rushed into his eyes, and he licked his lips.

The Taoist Chongyang took action without waiting for Xia Qiu to shout.

Looking at the grilled lamb legs with oil and sizzling oil on the barbecue rack, he swallowed his saliva without fear of being scalded, so he bit it when he put it in his mouth.

Although the strength of the Chongyang Taoist is not ordinary, his status is still high.

But now the way she eats is really uncommon, and Xia Qiu and Hong Zimeng next to her were stunned.

"Boy, didn't you even ask for alcohol after you said?"

He chewed a few bites with the roast lamb legs in his mouth. The Taoist of Chongyang suddenly remembered something and stared at Xia Qiu with dissatisfaction.

"Oh, here..." Xia Qiu shook his wrist and held a wine can.

The eyes of the Chongyang Taoist lit up instantly, and he raised his hand to uncover the seal on the wine jar.

He raised the bottle and took a big sip, making a hearty laugh.

"Good wine! You guy is pretty good, you brought such good wine!"

The Taoist Chongyang praised a few words casually, and then took another sip.

He held the leg of lamb in one hand and the wine can in the other.

Eat and drink very happily.

"happy!"

Hong Zimeng and Xia Qiu stood side by side, looking at the old man together, with their expressions looking dazed.

In less than a cup of tea, the old man wiped out all the legs of lamb and drank a large jar of fine wine at the same time.

"It's not bad. You roast lamb legs for me every day and serve a bottle of high-quality wine.

I promise that you will learn the Black Art within a week! Unfortunately, the real wine is the "Drunk Life and Dream Death Wine" brewed by the Tongtian Rat Clan of the Black Domain Yufeng.

Oh, that tastes really good.

Unfortunately, that was already the last bottle of wine. I am afraid that in this life, I will never have the chance to taste it again..." The Chongyang Taoist's eyes flashed with strange light, as if he remembered the past. The expression on his face was both reminiscent and sad, but in the end they all turned into a gentle sigh.

"Little girl, come here, I will talk to you."

After a long time, the old man's eyes returned to his original spirit and said.

"Yes, senior Chongyang."

Hong Zimeng nodded to Xia Qiu and walked over.

In the next few days, in addition to teaching Hong Zimeng the experience of "Han Bing Hong Lixi", the Taoist Chongyang also explained to her the key points that need to be paid attention to in her cultivation, and even talked about skills when breaking through the basics, etc. Hong Zimeng benefited a lot from him.

But Xia Qiu was always roasting lamb legs for the old man and cooking soup for Hong Zimeng.

The Taoist of Chongyang occasionally guided him, but it had nothing to do with the "Dark Art", which made Xia Qiu very frustrated, thinking that the old man was just playing with him.

However, these things are still tolerant.

After all, Hong Zimeng has also benefited a lot from the old man.

He felt guilty towards this woman.

Even if he has not gained anything in the past few days, as long as Hong Zimeng can benefit, he will have nothing to ask for anything else.

It is not impossible to coax the Taoist of Chongyang, so that Hong Zimeng can learn more from the elderly.

Until the seventh day, the Taoist Chongyang finished drinking another bottle of wine, but when Xia Qiu was about to leave, he was unexpectedly stopped by the old man.

"Hey, boy, don't think I don't know what you're thinking! I promise you that as long as I provide me with the best wine and meat, I will let you learn the Dark Art within a week.

Come here!"

The Taoist Chongyang glanced at Xia Qiu and said.

"Are seniors of Chongyang willing to give advice to juniors?"

Xia Qiu was startled and thought he had heard it wrong.

"snort!"

The Taoist Chongyang laughed and ignored Xia Qiu's questions and said to Hong Zimeng with a happy look: "Meng'er, this kind of exercise is not suitable for you, so you can avoid it first."

"Yes, senior Chongyang!"

Hong Zimeng glanced at Xia Qiu and left obediently.

“Don’t worry.

There are only three of us in Wanhua Valley, so there is nothing to worry about."

When the Taoist Chongyang saw the two of them looking at each other with a worried look, he frowned.

"Yes, please give me advice from senior Chongyang."

Xia Qiu turned around quickly and said awkwardly.

He had no hope for practicing the Dark Art, but the old man suddenly mentioned it here, and he couldn't help but look forward to it.

"I asked you, how does it feel when you use this technique, and other techniques?"

The Taoist Chongyang thought he looked a little strange, so he asked a question.

"The biggest difference is the difficulty of cultivation. The first few levels are fine, but after the fifth level, it usually takes several days to comprehend.

In fact, the younger generation knows that even so, it is much faster than other exercises to practice.

However, I saw that there were other mental techniques, physical techniques and exercises that could improve my practice.

The younger generation inevitably had some ideas. Is it possible that there is a problem with my cultivation method?"

Xia Qiu frowned and thought about it for a long time before saying.

"This is not your problem, this is a problem with martial arts."

The Chongyang Taoist expression became even more weird, and he said.

"oh?

Please give me advice! "Xia Qiu heard the views of the Taoist Chongyang, bowed respectfully and said.

"Because the dark art you practiced is, to be precise, not from the monks on the Dongsheng Shenzhou, and the skills you practiced are all fakes that have been tampered with."

The Taoist Chongyang smiled slightly and said with gloating.

"What?

Forged by someone?

Since Senior Chongyang said this, there should be no mistake, but how do you know this kind of thing?"

Xia Qiu was stunned, with an incredible expression on his face and asked in surprise.

"This is not just a guess, because the person who does this is me!"

The Taoist Chongyang seems to be waiting for Xia Qiu to raise this question.

After hearing his question, he immediately said with a proud expression.

"This..." Xia Qiu opened his mouth and was completely absent.

"After obtaining the Dark Art, I knew that this technique was very outstanding, but its ability was too powerful.

Once this technique is passed down, it will definitely be used by some evil practitioners. If they practice this technique, it will cause great chaos to the entire cultivation world.

However, this kind of exercise is a rare secret technique after all.

If it is lost, it would be a pity.

Therefore, I have modified it, hoping to find someone who is destined to practice this technique."

The Chongyang Taoist smiled and said slowly and seriously.
To be continued...