Before, Mishan didn't like to ride her horse very quickly because of her butt and calves.

Especially when there is no urgent matter, it is better to walk around slowly.

Bai Ji, who understands her young master's mentality very well, rarely gallops in front of Mi Shan.

Not to mention the experience of riding a horse with Mr. Mishan.

If you have to hurry up this time, you can't take care of that much. Just endure it if you feel uncomfortable.

Moreover, in order to prevent himself from being thrown off by the galloping white horse, Mi Shan kept holding Bai Ji's waist and abdomen tightly throughout the way.

When I galloped all the way to the bottom of Tokyo, I crossed thousands of kilometers.

Mi Shan, who had basically not rested, felt like her bones were about to break. Bai Ji, who was hugged all the way, was also walking stiffly with his muscles looking like a zombie.

After a little rest, Mi Shan took Bai Ji to the God of Food Pavilion.

The closed door and the wooden sign hanging outside the door prove that the God of Cookery who went out to save the world has not returned yet.

Mi Shan, who sighed, was about to turn around and buy two cakes to fill her stomach when she found that the gate of the God of Food Pavilion seemed a bit strange.

Mi Shan stretched out her hand and pushed it with a harsh "Ziya" sound, and the door of the Food God Pavilion was pushed open like a disrepair.

"Young Master, this..." When Bai Ji raised her weapon and looked alert, she asked Mi Shan with a confused look on her face.

What caught the eye of the two was the hall that seemed to have been abandoned for decades.

The accumulated dust was as thick as a finger, and the gust of wind poured into it when the door was pushed open, covering the spider webs everywhere.

"Hmm? Spider web?" Mi Shan subconsciously raised her head and looked at the plaque of the Food God Pavilion.

Bai Ji, who followed his son to raise his head, saw that the legend was made by Ye Gucheng, the plaque carved with his peerless sword intent and stones at the end of the world, had some changes in a ripples.

"Pansi Cave?" Bai Ji read the words on the plaque one by one, and asked Mi Shan curiously: "Young Master, what does this mean?"

"...Well, it shouldn't be this name." Mi Shan was about to explain, but after thinking about it, she shook her head and said, "I thought about it and then I was wrong."

Bai Ji looked at the plaque again when he heard Mi Shan say this. This time the plaque did not change at all.

Mi Shan, who had stared at the plaque for half a minute, did not wait for more changes, shook his head and walked into the Food God Pavilion, which was like the ancient ruins.

"Young Master, do you know what's going on here?" asked Bai Ji, who walked in behind Mi Shan.

"I'm not a god." Mi Shan walked towards the transparent kitchen in the middle of the hall in a mess.

Seeing Mi Shan’s movements, Bai Ji immediately used his skills to push down the tables, chairs and benches that could block the way.

As a result, this action made the dust roll, forming a smog of smoke to wrap Mishan and Baiji together.

"Ahem..." Mi Shan felt that her respiratory tract was severely damaged.

"I'm sorry, young master." Bai Ji, who saw her kind-hearted intention of doing bad things, quickly opened the small red umbrella in her hand and waved it.

Accompanied by the sounds of tables, chairs, benches, the dust array became denser.

But at least under Bai Ji's sacredness, there was no dust around Mi Shan at a distance of three feet... the disadvantage was that he could not see the road.

Mishan, who could only continue walking towards the middle according to her memory, continued:

"But if you forcefully guess, it was probably because the power of the Great Saint was able to maintain its previous appearance. Now, if the Great Saint has encountered something, it will naturally become like this if it loses its power."

"Of course, this is just my personal guess. Is it another matter?"

"Oh..." After Mishan's explanation of mythology, Baiji learned that the God of Cookery, who is famous in Tokyo, is essentially a god.

So Bai Ji can understand Mi Shan’s guess.

Perhaps as Mi Shan guessed, this place became like this because it lost the power of the Great Sage.

Without power, there will be no mysterious magic circles that can be seen in the world view of immortals.

Mi Shan, surrounded by dust, did not go in a strait to the transparent kitchen located in the center of the hall.

Mi Shan, who had been walking around in the small transparent kitchen, unexpectedly found that the thick bone-cutting knife was left here.

"Don't he use this knife as a weapon?" Mi Shan put his hand on the knife handle with a strange look: "Or it is said that he didn't bring it if he didn't think it was necessary to use it."

Mishan tried the weight of this bone-cutting knife that could be regarded as a treasure. The bone-cutting knife was not moved at all to prove that it was not that easy to handle.

"Baiji, try it." Mi Shan, who couldn't handle it, said to Baiji.

"Young Master..." Bai Ji was a little confused. It seemed that this kind of thing that secretly touched other people's things while others were not at home.

Especially this other person helped me not long ago.

"It's not that you steal it, it's just that you can't help but hold it." Mi Shan said.

Hearing Mi Shan say this, Bai Ji carefully looked at the multi-purpose kitchen knife on the chopping board.

Judging from the back of the knife, this ordinary-looking meat-cutter is much thicker than the meat-cutter in Bai Ji's memory.

But it wasn't so heavy that his young master couldn't move, right? Bai Ji, who was full of question marks, put his hands on the handle of the kitchen knife like Mi Shan just now, and tried to lift it with three points.

The kitchen knife was still motionless. Bai Ji, who didn't understand what was going on, used five-point force, then seven-point force, and finally sank the dantian and used all ten-point force.

This bone-cutting knife, which was only a little bigger and heavier than an ordinary kitchen knife, moved slightly.

"Haha..." Seeing Bai Ji holding her energy and trying to lift the knife, Mi Shan laughed out loud.

Bai Ji, who announced her giving up in Mi Shan's laughter, thought that her young master was deliberately watching her jokes, and she plucked her mouth unhappy and said, "Young Master..."

"It's normal that you can't lift it up." Mi Shan comforted Bai Ji and said.

"Young Master, what material is this knife made of? Why is it so small and heavy as a thousand pounds?" Bai Ji was not really angry. She was even more curious about why this knife was so heavy.

As Tianxiang, who is majoring in power, Bai Ji knows very well how strong she is.

"It's really a thousand jun?" Mi Shan wanted to know whether Bai Ji was simply describing it, or whether the knife was so heavy.

Mi Shan remembers that Yijun must be ten kilograms, this thousand jin is ten tons of weight... Is this heavier than a golden cudgel?

Wait, Bai Ji just let it move slightly just now?

Mi Shan's eyes changed when she realized that Bai Ji was so strong.

I don’t understand that Mi Shan is serious about this issue Bai Ji recalled the feeling of her just now and said hesitantly: "It weighs almost ten thousand pounds."

"Um..." Although the weight has been reduced a little, it is enough to make things weighing a few tons move.

"What's wrong? Young Master." Mi Shan looked at Bai Ji with a terrifying look.

"Nothing..." Mi Shan withdrew her gaze and said, "It's normal to weigh it. Do you still remember the rolling pin in the God of Food's hand? That rolling pin weighs 13,500 kilograms, which was left in the water to measure the water level when Dayu controlled the flood."

"..." Bai Ji blinked and was stunned for a while before saying to Mi Shan: "No wonder the pasta from the Shi Shen Pavilion tastes pretty good."

"...Be careful that Boss Ximen heard it." Mi Shan, who did not expect Bai Ji to come to such a conclusion, complained.

Bai Ji, who also noticed that her subconscious evaluation was not right, was very cute and stuck out her tongue.

Then, after wandering around in the Food God Pavilion for some unknown reason, the two found that there were no more clues besides this knife.

Or, perhaps there are more clues that Mishan cannot find.

Mi Shan, who simply didn't look for it if she couldn't find it, said to Bai Ji: "Let's go, go to Ximen Chuxue and ask if there is anything happening recently."

After Mishan took Baiji away, the gate of the Food God Pavilion that was originally pushed open by Mishan automatically closed as if someone was inside.

The words on the plaque changed back to the three words "Food God Pavilion".

Ye Gucheng, who was practicing silence in the Imperial City Sitian Prison, seemed to have opened his eyes with some notice. After watching for a while, he closed his eyes again.
Chapter completed!