"I've never eaten rice," he said, carving on his hands, "but at that time, he often took me to eat with him."

The old lion smashed his dry mouth and said with emotion, "White rice does taste good, but without meat, it always feels like it lacks a bit of flavor."

Jing Yang nodded, knowing something in his mind.

The longevity rice is probably gone.

It's numb, who is it? He actually used Nitolomi, which can make people live longer, to serve a monster. It's really like rice! Is it steamed in a rice cooker?

Giving a look of approval to Si Si, who looked confused, Jing Yang motioned to the other party to talk about this topic later.

Essi nodded and left to look after Kurapika. He actually had no interest at all in how the little jade Buddha that had expired was made.

"Crack, click, click..."

"Fur!"

The great elder blew away the stone chips and dust on the small jade Buddha in one breath, and the first small jade Buddha has been carved.

It has the same shape as the black jade Buddha statue, with multi-armed Dharma likeness and compassionate lowered eyes, but the facial features are so blurry that you can barely make out that it is a human face.

The great elder picked up the second stone, paused when he dropped the knife, looked up at the cracked black jade Buddha statue, and sighed: "When it comes to white rice and the lack of meat, he was always joking about his name back then.

Say 'twice-cooked pork, twice-cooked pork, rice but no meat'...haha."

Xiao Di didn't react at all. But Jing Yang's expression gradually became weird.

"What meat?" he asked.

"Hmm?" The great elder wondered while carving, "Twice-cooked pork. It's a strange name, right? I don't think you should..."

"Is it the twice-cooked pork from Hui Guo Rou?" Jing Yang asked again, "Do you know what its full name is?"

The Great Elder was no longer bothered by him, so he carved the second small jade Buddha, blew ashes, and said, "I remember his full name... What is his name, Twice-cooked Pork? Hmm..."

He looked at the cracked black jade Buddha in front of him and tried to remember.

Jing Yang asked word by word: "Wei Huguo = Hui Guo Rou?"

…

"Huiguo pork, twice-cooked pork, rice but no meat, isn't it ridiculous?"

Hundreds of years ago at the seaside, a man wearing a golden crown looked at the endless horizon in the distance. Near him were lifelike stone sculptures half a man's height. Some looked like angels with their wings spread out, and some looked like gods holding hands.

Some of the divine swords are as fluttering as immortals... But what they have in common is that the face of each statue is exactly the same as the man himself.

The golden-crowned man gave a bowl of hot rice to the curious Black Mist Lion cub, "What do you want? Come, let's eat together. The rice is good, but it's a pity that there are no dishes worthy of this bowl of rice."

What a pity!”

The young monster took a few bites out of curiosity, quickly cleaned the bowl of white rice, and then looked longingly at the man with the golden crown.

The other party smiled, "My name is Wei Hugo = Hui Guoru. What about you, little guy? Do you have a name?"

…

Memories suddenly came flooding back. The elder was stunned for a long time and looked at Jing Yang blankly, "Yes, that's his name. How did you know?"

Jing Yang took a deep breath and exhaled in a long breath.

...It’s not over, right?

Cajun’s twice-cooked pork, why is it you again! How come you can meet these guys wherever you go?

Jing Yang sighed: "Because he is very famous. Wei Huguo = Hui Guoru, Kajin Kingdom, oh it used to be an empire. He was the hero of the Kajin Empire, the Zhenwu Emperor. He has never been heard of in the human world.

I'm afraid there are not many people with this name..."

The great elder nodded, said nothing more, and continued to carve silently.

The name Zhenwu King is well-known in the human world, but it has no effect on a monster like him. In comparison, he feels that the title of Twice-cooked Pork is more pleasant to the ears and more friendly.

Jing Yang sighed secretly and was puzzled at the same time.

Zhenwu King Wei Hugo, he actually had so much Nitolo rice in his hands back then? Did he store so much longevity rice from the Dark Continent?

It’s really a meal!

Not only did he eat it himself, he also fed it to the passing monsters!

So generous?

What Jing Yang is puzzled about is that since King Zhenwu has such an opportunity and ability, he has already eaten Nitromi and his lifespan has been extended... I don't know how much it has been extended, but if he lives for hundreds of years, he can live longer than Nitro.

It must not be difficult, right? So how did he die?

Or change the question——
Chapter completed!