Lord of the Starry Sky

"Oh? Do you have a good place to go?" Huang Zhaoxi looked at Shen Jian.

Shen Jian said: "My taste may not be as accurate as yours, but I think it's pretty good. Let's give it a try."

Huang Zhaoxi nodded: "Okay."

Luo Xihao shook his head: "I'll forget it. I've been trained for two years and I still can't adapt."

"In fact, there are some dishes in Bashu that are neither spicy nor spicy." Huang Zhaoxi said: "Pure spicy is not the essence of Bashu cuisine. The combination of multiple flavors and layers is the real Bashu cuisine."

Shen Jian patted Luo Xihao on the shoulder: "Okay, I'll serve you two light dishes."

He turned to look at Qu Wei and Su Meng: "Where are you two?"

Both parents-in-law laughed: "It's okay for us to eat spicy food. It's not as good as Aku."

When Luo Xihao heard this, he shook his head angrily.

Led by Shen Jian, the group walked out of the Tianhai University gate, crossed two streets, and stopped in front of a restaurant.

The restaurant business was very good, and because it was meal time, there was even a long queue.

However, compared to ordinary people, monks are special after all. Although modern monastic and civilized society is far more enlightened than in ancient times, monks still have quite a lot of privileges.

When the lobby manager saw Shen Jian, he immediately led them upstairs to an empty box without saying a word.

"Boss Shen, you are indeed a regular customer." Su Meng sat down and smiled.

"Actually, the regular customers are not me, but Lao Wang and his mother." Shen Jian said, "I only knew this place after my classmate Lao Wang brought me here a few times. Thanks to their help, I also saw the hidden secrets of this store." menu."

Huang Zhaoxi became interested: "Oh? There is also a hidden menu? I really want to see it."

Shen Jian casually reported a few dish names without using the menu. The lobby manager took note of them and left. Huang Zhaoxi smiled and said: "Sure enough, they are all old dishes that are rare in modern times. There are more and more restaurants in Bashu that still make these dishes." not enough."

Qu Wei also smiled and said, "Senior, when you say that, I'm starting to look forward to it."

"It looks like that, I hope you won't be disappointed." Huang Zhaoxi said, gently twisting a chopstick in front of him, looking at Shen Jian, and then began to ponder.

Seeing this, Shen Jian also picked up a chopstick and asked with a smile: "Senior, isn't this a bit old-fashioned?"

"My hand itched again, it was funny." Huang Zhaoxi was startled, and then said calmly.

She put the chopsticks back on the table, but Shen Jian stopped her: "Although the legend is old-fashioned, I haven't tried it myself. It would be great to have a senior as my opponent."

Huang Zhaoxi looked at Shen Jian and saw that the other person's expression was calm and he was not joking.

The light in her pupils suddenly brightened.

The aura that was already as sharp as a sword suddenly became more terrifying than before.

The eyes of Luo Xihao, Su Meng, and Qu Wei all fell on Huang Zhaoxi.

The tall woman in front of them has always been fierce and decisive, and everyone has long been used to it.

But now I discovered that the former Huang Zhaoxi still more or less restrained some of his sharp edges.

It wasn't until this moment when she was looking at Shen Jian with all her heart that she truly unsheathed her sharp edge and displayed her edge to the fullest.

Luo Xihao had just fought against Huang Zhaoxi not long ago, but at this moment, he intuitively felt that the opponent seemed to be making a breakthrough after fighting against him.

With her natural talent, if she makes further progress after the next battle with Shen Jian, she might really be able to make further progress again.

Shen Jian looked at Huang Zhaoxi, and the first reaction in his mind was that compared to last summer, the opponent had really improved a lot.

Then, the shadow of Huang Zhaoxi a year ago completely disappeared from Shen Jian's consciousness.

All that's left is the sharper human-shaped fairy sword right in front of you.

"Senior, you have made rapid progress in the past year. Why don't Ye Jue compete with you less?" Shen Jian asked.

Huang Zhaoxi raised his eyebrows slightly.

At this moment, the chopsticks in Shen Jian's hand flew across the dining table toward Huang Zhaoxi opposite!

A little cold light extended from the tip of the chopsticks.

The chopsticks seemed to have turned into the hilt of a sword, and the cold light was the blade, pointing directly at Huang Zhaoxi's vitals.

The chopsticks in Huang Zhaoxi's hand also changed in the same way, dancing with a ball of cold light, cutting off Shen Jian's "sword".

The light of her sword was like a cloud of mist, which lingered in the air and contained a dangerous aura.

In the clouds and mist, there was a faint sound of dragon roaring, and there was even a cold light flashing, as if a divine dragon was probing its head, appearing and disappearing in the clouds and mist.

It is the Thirteen Movements of Dragon Control taught secretly by Longling University.

Nowadays, the teaching content of colleges and universities is based on the inheritance of Taoism from ancient times, and then it is eclectic, innovative and constantly integrated.

The Thirteen Styles of Yulong are the essence of Yongling University's kendo. They are derived from various kendos from ancient and modern times. After eliminating the unnecessary and retaining the best, they then polished and deduced it, and finally became its own style.

At this moment, the messenger in Huang Zhaoxi's hands is really like a real dragon hiding in the clouds. The dragon can see its head but not its tail, disappearing and reappearing in unpredictable ways.

But when the real dragon appears, its prestige becomes unstoppable.

At the same time, it is changeable and powerful, with a combination of strength and softness, making it difficult for her opponents to resist and attack.

The roar of the dragon even made the little black dragon wrapped around Shen Jian's right arm open its eyes.

The "sword" in Shen Jian's hand was sent and received like a heart, turning smoothly as he wished. Facing Huang Zhaoxi's Thirteen Dragon Control Movements, he did not panic and used every move as he saw it.

As the light of his sword changed, he opened and closed it wide when defending, making head-on collisions, intercepting Huang Zhaoxi's sword light that looked like a divine dragon probing its head.

At the same time, Shen Jian did not give up his attack and was constantly looking for flaws in Huang Zhaoxi's swordsmanship.

However, when he attacked, his sword light instead became as dense as silk, gentle and gentle, penetrating into the clouds and mist formed by the light of Huang Zhaoxi's sword.

Shen Jian is very troublesome, taking his time, taking steps steadily, and in a way that finds every opportunity to break the clouds bit by bit, and then threatens Huang Zhaoxi himself.

The two of them fought, with changes in strength and softness, speed and slowness. In just a short moment, they had exchanged hundreds of moves.

The entire dining table was shrouded in the light of their swords.

But at the same time, the range of their sword light was limited to this round table, not exceeding the edge of the round table.

Luo Xihao, Qu Wei, and Su Meng sat firmly at the table without any intention of ducking or retreating. They quietly watched the fight between Shen Jian and Huang Zhaoxi.

As for Shen Jian and the two swordsmen, not to mention the remaining time, even the sword energy and the strong wind did not spread, and Luo Xihao and the other three did not even need to use their own magical force to defend themselves.

Moreover, since the beginning of the war, the two of them have always been sitting on the stool, with no intention of standing up, and they have always sat and discussed swords like this.

Luo Xihao smiled slightly and whispered to himself: "Chopsticks are just commonly used in restaurants, not specially made. The two of them have to control the chopsticks not to break."