"Go!" Gu Zheng smiled slightly.

"The ancient master is so powerful, he is the Immortal Chef after all!"

"That's right, this is what makes Lao Zhou Maocai suddenly happy!"

"Master Gu, I heard that the last time you were on the top of this mountain, you made the unparalleled 'Tai Chi Cold Shrimp'! I wonder if we are lucky enough to taste the cold shrimp you made?"

"Master Gu, please do it for us once! Please!"

Facing the diners who made noises one after another, Gu Zheng smiled and shook his head: "I'm sorry everyone, if Jixiang Xiaozhu is still open, I will definitely satisfy your enthusiastic wish. However, Jixiang Xiaozhu is closed now. According to my

According to the rules, you can no longer touch the kitchen utensils easily."

Gu Zheng politely declined the diners' request and finished the cold shrimp with a sigh of regret. He took Shangguan Feng to the edge of the cliff and waited for the blood tide to appear.

Slowly the sky turned dark, and the blood tide appeared on time. However, it was not the Hungry Ghost Festival yet, so the blood tide was no different from the past.

At this time, another person came up the mountain. They were several disciples of the Red Tianluo Sect. They came to Lao Zhou's stall and ordered some cold shrimps to eat.

The disciples of the Red Tianluo Sect had only taken a few bites of a bowl of cold shrimps before three more people arrived at the top of the mountain.

When Shangguan Feng saw Gu Zheng, his eyes fell on the three newcomers, and he quickly introduced him: "Master, the young man among the three is called Ma Xiaoming, and he is the second name of Ma Jun, the leader of the Blue Sky Luo Sect.

The older man following Ma Xiaoming is Deacon Hu Chen of the Lan Tianluo Sect. As for the young woman, this is the first time that this subordinate has seen her."

"Blue Sky Snail Sect? Humph!"

Gu Zheng sneered and turned his head to continue watching the changes in the blood tide.

“Three bowls of cold shrimp!”

Ma Xiaoming and the other three walked to Lao Zhou's stall and sat down. Hu Chen shouted at Lao Zhou.

"The cold shrimps are sold out. If you want to eat, come tomorrow!"

Normally, after the cold shrimps are sold out, Lao Zhou would be busy closing the stall, but today after Gu Zheng nudged him, he was like a man possessed. As long as there were no customers who needed cold shrimps, he would sit in the pavilion.

Holding paper and pen in hand, he is writing and drawing something.

Hu Chen frowned: "Are you kidding? At this time before, you still had at least thirty bowls of cold shrimps. Why are they sold out today?"

"Business is good today, we sold out a little early."

When Lao Zhou replied, he didn't even raise his head.

"Lao Zhou, are you kidding me? The cold shrimps are sold out, why don't you close the stall?"

Listening to the hint of ridicule in Hu Chen's words, Lao Zhou finally raised his head: "When will I close the stall? That is my freedom. You use this to judge my lying and make a mocking sound. This makes me feel

It’s so ridiculous!”

"How dare you laugh at me?"

Hu Chen was stunned for a moment. Lao Zhou, who had always been good-tempered, would actually retaliate with words. This made him seem to have thought of something, and then he smiled even colder.

"I heard that Gu Zheng came to Blood Tide Island today. Isn't it because of his coming that your old guy's back is hardened?" Hu Chen smiled in a sinister manner.

"Oh, didn't you say you would take me to eat cold shrimps? Where are the cold shrimps? People are almost ready to eat cold shrimps!"

The beautiful woman among the three took the trouble to push away Ma Xiaoming's hand that was teasing her, and started shouting loudly.

From the time he went up the mountain to when he sat down, Ma Xiaoming had been surrounding the beautiful woman. When he saw her losing his temper, he immediately pushed Hu Chen beside him.

"What's going on? Didn't you see that Qingqing is angry? It's just a bowl of cold shrimps. If he doesn't have any more, just let him do it again. At the worst, I'll give him double the money. If double is not enough, I'll give him ten times! My Qingqing must do it today.

I want to eat a bowl of cold shrimp!”

Impatiently, Ma Xiaoming scolded Hu Chen, and his eyes fell on Qing Qing again.

Hu Chen, who was unhappy at being hurt by his master, stood up and walked towards Lao Zhou.

"Head?"

Shangguan Feng looked at Gu Zheng with some confusion.

Although Gu Zheng and Shangguan Feng were right on the edge of the cliff, mortals couldn't see them at all. That was because Gu Zheng didn't want to be disturbed by people eating cold shrimps, so he put up a barrier of immortal power.

At this moment, seeing that Hu Chen wanted to attack Lao Zhou, Gu Zheng still just watched quietly, which made Shangguan Feng a little anxious.

"Don't worry, they don't dare to kill. The most they can do is hit Lao Zhou a few times. Let Lao Zhou suffer a little loss, and I will make them pay a sufficient price for this loss!" Gu Zheng sneered.

Gu Zheng gave an explanation, and Hu Chen, who was now in a fierce mood, was getting closer to Lao Zhou.

"What do you want to do?" Lao Zhou frowned.

"What don't you want to do? I just want to ask you whether you can sell cold shrimps to us!" Hu Chen smiled grimly.

"Don't tell me that the cold shrimps are sold out. Even if they are not sold out, I won't sell them to you!" Lao Zhou said through gritted teeth.

"I knew you didn't want to sell it!"

Hu Chen laughed and hit Lao Zhou with his palm.

Lao Zhou was also a cultivator, and his cultivation level was not very low. He dodged Hu Chen's palm.

"call……"

A palm wind hit Hu Chen from behind. Four disciples of the Red Tianluo Sect who were eating cold shrimps attacked him at the same time. However, among the four disciples of the Tianluo Sect, only one of them had reached the level of cultivation.
Chapter completed!