"Haha, it's him. It seems that the island country's cooking champion is indeed not easy to get." Zhou Yi smiled faintly. When he sent Hirohiko Omoto that day, he said that if Hirohiko Omoto could become the island country's cooking champion, he would consider accepting him as his disciple. Of course, that's just a consideration. Now it seems that Hirohiko Omoto was obviously a failure and had no face to come back and pester him, and ran to pester Iwata Monk.

"Only by knowing yourself and your enemy, you can win every battle." Zhou Yi smiled and said, "That's all today, Brother Xu, I will go to meet this Iwada monk tomorrow. However, I still have some personal matters in Yangcheng, so I will say goodbye first."

"Brother, if you have something to do, I'll accompany you?" Li Shuangkai looked Zhou Yi up and down, his eyes very lewd.

"Don't think about it anymore. It's a serious matter. It's hard to say, so don't ask."

Zhou Yi smiled more and more mysteriously.

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Yangcheng is now a tender "big girl", with high-rise buildings and undulating mountains; but who knows that a few years ago, Yangcheng, like a "yellow-haired girl", was still a small fishing village as flat as an airport?

Now to find the traces of the fishermen, you have to go to Nansha District. From here, it continues south, and connects the mainland on three sides. The Western borders Macau to Nansha Bay in the east. There are also some fishermen who have been fishing for generations to live here, and their lives are simple and fulfilling.

Jump out of the taxi and the strong smell of fish came to me. In front of me was a traditional fishing village, which had not been developed into a tourist attraction, nor was there any noise from outsiders. At night, under the hazy moonlight, you can see the gray fishing net hanging at the entrance of the village flashing with white light. It was a salt stain formed by soaking in the sea water all year round. It would condense when sunlight and could not be washed away.

"Old Uncle, is there a gentleman named Ou living here?"

Zhou Yi walked to the entrance of the village and found an old man who was wandering around to ask. The old man looked up at him: "Look for Mr. Ou? Come with me... Mr. Ou is a great man. He can make iron and see a doctor. He has lived here for more than ten years. The villagers have received his favor. Well, no one has come to him for a long time. You are the only one in the past two years. Young people should be polite, why don't they even bring gifts? People now..."

The old man led the way while nagging, leading Zhou Yi to a three-link wooden house near the sea. This is a common type of building in the fishing village on the sea. It is supported by wooden stakes at the bottom, about two meters away from the ground, which is both moisture-proof and wind-proof. There are three rooms on the top. They are the kitchen and the room for seafood storage. There are no bathrooms. Who cares about that thing when you are leaning against the sea? Digging a hole on the beach will solve the problem.

The owner was not here, and the old man didn't stay much. The people on the beach were simple and there was no valuable thing in the house. I was not afraid of anyone thinking about it. So I looked at Zhou Yi for a few times and felt that this person was not like a wanted criminal. The old man left. Zhou Yi waited for a while before he saw a thin figure swaying from the beach. It was probably because his personal problems had just been solved.

"Is it Mr. Ou Yeye?" Zhou Yi clasped his fists from afar and looked at the strange man who was praised by Chen Yingning as the last sword-casting master in China. This man is tall. It is said that he was the great grandson of Ou Yezi, a famous sword-casting master in the Spring and Autumn Period, and it seems very amazing.

This celebrity later looked similar to an ordinary fisherman, with dark skin and a common outfit for fishermen. Not only was it not handsome, but she was also very miserable, with a triangle eye and a nose bridge. She had short hands and short legs, and was like a Wu Dalang. Zhou Yi was really afraid of finding the wrong person, so he had to ask clearly.

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"Since that's the case, I'll offend my seniors."

Zhou Yi didn't talk nonsense, his mental power surged out, and he unceremoniously invaded Ou Yeno's sea of ​​spiritual consciousness.

"Ah, you guys, be careful, I...ah..."

Ou Yeye's face suddenly changed drastically, and Zhou Yi gradually became solemn. If a third person was present, you would see a red line faintly appearing on Ou Yeye's head, gradually becoming thicker and swaying left and right, like a flame. Gradually, the flame seemed to have life and poured into Zhou Yi's head...

"Okay, okay, okay! I finally waited for it, hahahaha!" The first person to open his eyes was Ou Yeye. The number one sword-casting master in China closed his eyes and remained silent. Zhou Yi turned around several circles in a row and kept rubbing his hands excitedly: "Genius, he is such a genius. He just realized the energy of fire spirit. He began to understand the art of refining the heart? Unfortunately, I heard from Mr. Chen that this guy is a martial arts master, and he has a lot of things in medical skills and cooking skills, and he is also very rich. How can I think of a way to deceive him and make him be a sword-casting master honestly? It's difficult, it's too difficult..."

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The bright moon shines among the pine trees, and the breeze leaves and remains.

Zhou Yi didn't take a car, so he walked out of an unknown distance, his heart was calm and open, and he walked towards the place where the fire spirit was soaring into the sky and the clouds.

Half understand and half is in a state of concentration. In a trance, every step of Zhou Yi seems to be in harmony with the heaven and earth, and correspond to the pulse of the earth. The bright moon shines on Zhou Yi, and the breeze blows on Zhou Yi, he is like an inconspicuous stone under the moon, and a fallen leaf in the wind is obviously in this world, but it is so ordinary that people won't pay attention to it. In this magical state, he seems to have grasped something, and it seems so unreal, but it is enough to make him walk tightly along the traces of the fire spirit, and he will never go the wrong way or find the wrong goal...

It is already past eight o'clock in the evening now. After all, winter is not like summer, there are many people who enjoy the cool air, so there are not many people on the road.

However, there are also some sensual people who sing the wind and the moon, or men and women who are dating each other, walking in groups of three or three on the roadside. Zhou Yi walked very fast, even a few points faster than those race athletes, with his heels on the ground and his legs raised without dust. However, he was not much slower than the people riding electric bikes occasionally on the road. It was very similar to the "land flying technique" described in the Swordsman novel and "no trace of snow".

In the eyes of these passers-by, Zhou Yi is like a stone under the moon and a fallen leaves in the wind. It exists, but it will not make them pay special attention to it.

Zhou Yi's "quick walk" for more than ten kilometers, and there were a large number of factories in front of him. Some middle-time workers seemed to have just finished their dinner, holding cigarettes in their mouths, walked out of the factory gate in groups of three or three, and took a walk to the lakeside for a rest...

More than a hundred meters away from the factory gate, Zhou Yi clearly saw the white and black sign hanging in front of the factory gate - "Yangcheng No. 1 People's Steel Factory"!

Steel plant?
Chapter completed!