The next day, everyone left Shihu Village and returned to Cangbo City.

Zhu Changyang and Jun Su then left through the teleportation array and headed to the Gupeng Secret Realm.

Shen Zhe was reluctant to leave Zhu Changyang, but he and Ming Rusu had to return to the Zhancang sect to resurrect their lives, so they had no choice but to say goodbye.

Although the Gu Peng secret realm was left by the Kunlun predecessors, its entrance is not within the jurisdiction of the Kunlun sect, but outside an abandoned city a hundred miles away from Gongyu City. It is said that this is the hometown where the Gu Peng master grew up before he came to Kunlun.

Zhu Changyang and Jun Su first arrived at Gongyu City through the teleportation array, and then headed to Huangcheng with their swords.

The secret realm has not yet been opened, and the outside of the deserted city is already crowded with sword cultivators from all regions and continents, at least thousands of them.

Zhu Changyang looked at Wu Yangyang's head and couldn't help but sigh, this is the appeal of top colleges!

On the side of the road, vendors who heard the news and rushed over set up a few simple pavilions and set up tables, chairs and tea for people to rest and start a small business.

"Come on, come on, take a look, it's an authentic thunder talisman produced by the Mishan Sect. If you get a fake one, you'll pay ten for it. You can't be deceived!"

"The Black Iron Sword of the same type as the Jijin Sect will not rust when exposed to water and will cut through mud like mud. Now one sword only costs 100 low-grade spiritual stones. Buy five and get one free. Don't miss it if you pass by."

"I have a top-grade sword refined by the disciples of Yongjutian Inner Sect. The quality is guaranteed. If it breaks, it will be replaced within ten years!"

"There are risks in the secret realm. You need to be cautious when entering. Bring this bodhi seed from the wonderful land of Saha to calm your mind and keep you safe on your journey!"

The shouts came and went.

After Zhu Changyang had driven for most of the day, his mouth was dry and his tongue was dry, so he took Jun Shu into a pavilion, ready to rest first.

There are a total of four small square tables in the pergola, three of which are full of people, but the remaining one is deserted, with only one man sitting there.

The man looked quite tall, wearing a black suit and a hat with a black gauze on his head. The black gauze hung down to his lips, covering his face and only revealing a sharp chin.

He didn't communicate with anyone and ate a plate of beef without saying a word. He looked very mysterious and special.

The main reason is that the act of eating beef is very special. This would be nothing in the world of martial arts, but this is the world of cultivation. People here usually don't eat much, let alone being nervously preparing to enter the secret realm.

Zhu Changyang felt quite friendly, this was the human being he was familiar with!

Without thinking much, he invited Jun Su to sit down together, and gestured politely to the man in black: "Brother, let's share a table together."

The man in black paused while holding the beef, as if he was a little surprised. After a while, he nodded slightly: "Yes."

As soon as Jun Su sat down, he looked at Zhu Changyang and said, "I want to eat cake."

Zhu Changyang's mouth twitched: "...Eat, eat, eat."

In fact, he himself is not keen on foods that are high in sugar and calories, such as cakes. It was just a whim that day, and after staying in a different world for a long time, he missed the junk food he was familiar with before, but after eating it once, his craving was satisfied.

Unexpectedly, Jun Sui was thinking about this, so he got a bag of eggs from somewhere and took it with him.

Just before setting off, he took the initiative to whip up the meringue and asked Zhu Changyang to pour it into the rice cooker and bake it.

Zhu Changyang was moved at that time. Jun Sui was usually so lazy. If Zhu Changyang didn't take him out, he could stay in the room for a whole day without moving him.

Now in order to eat a cake, I can actually take the initiative to work.

Junk food is so attractive to primary school students!

Zhu Changyang wiped his face, took out the rice cooker and put it on the table. The indicator light on the lid had not yet started to flash, so Jun Su could only watch.

Many people around couldn't help but glance at it. They didn't know that this was the recently famous "rice cooker". They just thought it looked weird and had never seen it before, so they were a little curious.

Zhu Changyang ignored other people's looks and reached out to take the cup on the table, and then went to pick up the kettle next to the man in black.

Just as he was getting the kettle, the man in black suddenly turned his head towards him.

Zhu Changyang didn't care, he couldn't wait to pour a cup of tea and downed it in one gulp, and then said "Hey", "This tea is quite delicious."

The tea used at this kind of temporary roadside stall is usually not very good, but this pot of tea tastes sweet and refreshing. Not only is the water quality good, the tea leaves are also high-quality, with a faint special aroma.

Zhu Changyang wanted to pour another cup, but then the stall owner came over with a large copper pot with a long mouth and said, "Sir, would you like to drink tea? A cup only costs five yuan of low-grade spiritual stones."

Zhu Changyang's outstretched hand was frozen in the air, and he slowly turned to look at the stall owner: "Do you need to buy tea separately? The pot on the table is..."

The stall owner followed his gesture and glanced: "Oh, this guest brought it with him. You can also bring your own water. You only need to pay an additional two yuan for the seat fee of low-grade spiritual stones."

Zhu Changyang silently took out four low-grade spiritual stones and handed them over.

"Okay." The stall owner took the spirit stone and walked away with the copper pot.

Zhu Changyang looked at the man in black again, laughed twice, and said: "Brother, I'm sorry, I thought this was free tea."

He took it for granted, because most hotels would provide tea, but he didn't think about it for a moment. These temporary stalls outside the scenic area only made money for this bowl of tea. How could there be such a good thing for free?

The man in black didn't change his posture and just said: "It doesn't matter."

His tone was flat, no emotion could be heard, and his expression could not be seen through the black gauze.

Zhu Changyang was still a little embarrassed when the rice cooker made a soft "click" sound and the indicator light jumped to the keep warm state.

"Okay." Jun Su's eyes lit up immediately, and he reached out to press the open button.

The sweet and rich aroma of egg milk is steaming away. This smell has a strong presence in modern society. In front of these people who have been fasting all year round, it is even more overbearing and almost substantive.

In an instant, everyone in the pergola looked over, and even the cold man in black at the table couldn't help but raise their heads.

Jun Su was always self-centered and ignored all of this, and just urged Zhu Changyang: "Cut it quickly and cut it into big chunks for me."

"Shen Zhe is not here, no one will fight with you." Zhu Changyang was speechless, then stretched out his hand, "Give me your sword."

Jun Su was confused: "What?"

Zhu Changyang: "Are you cutting the cake, or do you have another knife?"

Previously in Shihu Village, I borrowed a knife from someone else's kitchen to cut the cake, so I can't just give it away.

Jun Su: "..."

After a while, he finally took out the rusty sword.

Forget it, anyway, this sword has already been installed on the front of a car and used as a skateboard. If you add another one to cut the cake, it won't be more harmful.

Facts have proven that it does.

Zhu Changyang actually disliked it, "This sword looks weird... Well, it's not easy to cut vegetables. I'll find some time to help you remove the rust."

"Swords are not meant for cutting vegetables." Jun Su looked at him quietly, "...and there is rust that cannot be removed."

"Isn't it?" Zhu Changyang thought it was rust no matter how he looked at it, but it did feel different and not rough to the touch.

What it is specifically, I can’t tell at the moment.

And whether it was an illusion or not, the "rust" on the sword seemed to be less than when he first saw it.

What is certain is that the "rust" on it will indeed not fall off, which is good, so it will not affect food hygiene.

Zhu Changyang was very satisfied and wiped the blade of the sword casually. Then he held the handle of the sword with both hands as if holding a watermelon knife, avoiding the rusty place, and began to cut the cake.

When the cake came out of the pan, it attracted a lot of attention. When they saw him cutting the cake, those people couldn't help but twitch their foreheads.

Most of the people who came to Gupeng Secret Realm this time were sword cultivators, and swords were their natal magic weapons and combat weapons.

I never expected that someone would use a sword as a kitchen knife!

Where is the morality! Where is the bottom line!

Why does that thing called "cake" taste so good!

Zhu Changyang didn't know how much impact his actions had on the Taoist minds of the surrounding sword cultivators. After he cut the cake, he returned the sword to Jun Su.

Jun Su had already picked up a piece of cake and was eating it. He didn't bother to free his hand to pick up the sword. With a thought, the rusty sword rose into the air and automatically flew back into his mustard bag. Zhu Changyang: "..."

Where is your aloof style? Where is your picky style?

After cursing for a while, Zhu Changyang picked up a piece of cake and was about to eat it when he glanced at the man in black next to him and couldn't help but think of what happened just now.

Zhu Changyang was still a little embarrassed. After thinking for a moment, he handed over the cake in his hand and said, "Brother, this is a cake I made myself. If you don't mind, you can try it and treat it as thank you for the tea."

If it had been anyone else, he would have been too embarrassed to give him a cake. Who knows whether the other person would eat or not.

But this guy had beef in front of him, so he probably wouldn't eat it.

The man in black lowered his head slightly, probably looking at the piece of cake. He considered it for a moment before reaching out and taking it, still without saying a word.

Zhu Changyang didn't care and took another piece of cake to eat.

The man in black looked at him, then at Jun Su who was being sucked into the storm, and finally made up his mind, broke off a small piece of the cake and put it into his mouth.

After a while, he took out a wooden food box from the mustard bag and put a corner of the cake into the food box.

Zhu Changyang was confused and asked: "Brother, what are you doing? Do you think it doesn't taste good?"

"No, it's very delicious and very special." The man in black paused, "So I want to keep it and bring it to a friend. He likes this sweet thing very much."

"That's it." Zhu Changyang sweated and couldn't help but sigh, "You are so kind to your friends."

As he spoke, he glanced sideways and said sadly, "It's not like my friends who only urge me to make food for him."

Jun suddenly raised his head and asked suspiciously: "Is that friend you are talking about me?"

"How could that be?" Zhu Changyang patted him on the shoulder with an innocent look on his face, "Are you that kind of person in your own heart?"

Jun Su: "..."

I always feel like I'm being dragged in by the Changyangs!
To be continued...