Chapter 667 FNMDP!

"A strategy to attack the heart."

Huaishi explained: "Once on the field, both sides should be equal, and they should go all out to make the opponent lose without regrets. That guy just looked down on his opponent with one against seven at the beginning, but now And put forward such humiliating conditions... In addition to saving energy for digestion, more importantly, it is to stimulate the opponent's mentality."

"Oh, it's just like cursing people when playing basketball on TV?" Maki clapped her hands and suddenly realized: "How despicable!"

"Outside moves are also a type of tricks, Maki. That old guy doesn't care what others say. At his age, he has already fought all kinds of bad battles, and he is too experienced. If he only needs a few words to He doesn't mind spending a little bit of money to break his opponent's mentality. If someone quits in anger, he makes a lot of money."

When speaking, Huai Shi did not hide his voice.

With the sublimated person's hearing, it's as if his classmates are talking bad about him behind his back during a self-study class. It's impossible not to hear it.

He did it on purpose.

Add trouble to this old man.

The stronger the opponent, the more abilities he will bring to the table, and you have to see his depth clearly no matter what.

The old man still didn't care at all. He glanced at Huai Shi and nodded with admiration, looking like a teachable child.

"...To even use such a despicable trick, it seems that Senior Guo has no confidence in his own skills."

Shibakawa Hajime, who finally calmed down, said coldly: "Unfortunately, I won't let you get what you want. Even if it is a losing war, I will go all out... But be careful, don't do it before a young boy like me The boat capsized.”

After that, he closed his eyes, calmed down, and quickly returned to his calm state.

Waiting for the game to start.

After the usual nonsense that no one listened to, the bronze bell finally rang, and the moment the high-pitched sound burst out, Shibakawa Hajime's hands were as smooth as water, making his own dishes like art.

Kaiseki cuisine itself is a banquet originated from Zen Buddhism.

The most important thing is to be calm.

As a chef, it is natural that you cannot let go of your meditation skills.

Now, once Shibakawa enters the state, he automatically blocks out all irrelevant things and begins to go all out to produce his own works.

And Guo Shouque finally made a move.

He took out a razor and slowly shaved the pig's head next to him.

Like a barber, he carefully removed every inch of hair while the hot water next to him was already boiling. He casually pulled the pig's ears, stuffed the whole pig's head into the boiling water and rinsed it.

Ignoring the boiling water that was up to his elbows, he quickly picked it up and casually dropped the pig's head on the chopping board.

Finally...rolled up the other sleeve of the gray cloth coat.

Huai Shi couldn't help but frown.

Not only him, but other cooking demons also felt something was wrong.

Maki, who was always paying attention to Miss Huazhi, immediately noticed the change in her expression and asked curiously: "Is there anything strange?"

"I really hope that you Yingzhou people don't usually eat at places like this, so I don't know. This is not how pig heads are treated."

Huai Shi expressed the biggest doubt in her heart.

In fact, he has little experience and has never studied the processing of unsophisticated meat such as pig head meat.

But at least I helped Uncle Fang, who would occasionally stew some and keep it for Huaishi and his friends who came to visit. Huaishi had seen the specific process many times.

It must be dismantled completely, and then the lymph nodes, corners of the eyes, and other inedible things must be taken out, and then braised separately or made in other ways...

Even if it's baking or something else, other processes are required.

Judging from the looks of it, the pig's head is probably still fresh, as it wasn't long after it was cut off from the neck.

The breed is not a special type, just ordinary meat pigs.

Guo Shouque treated it so roughly that the blood couldn't be drained away, and it would only taste terribly fishy.

Could it be that the old man deliberately planned to make it so unpalatable that his opponent would vomit? That was too ridiculous. Now the seven kitchen demons were so angry that their eyes were burning red, like zombies. Not to mention a pig's head placed in front of them, even if Guo Shouque himself was lying on the chopping board, they would all swarm over and eat it up.

Picture what?

Then, he saw the old man casually lift the large pot full of boiling water on the stove and throw it aside. Then, he put the bamboo basket he had been carrying on the stove.

Huai Shi squinted his eyes and looked carefully.

That thing is indeed a bamboo basket. But the basket made of countless thin strips was filled with darkness, making it difficult to see what was inside.

Only a faintly disturbing aura spread out from it.

There is absolutely nothing wrong with this being a frontier relic.

But it definitely shouldn’t be used to bake on the fire…it’s not even a piece of kitchenware at all!

As if he was using it casually, he poured ladle after ladle of cold water into it. The water miraculously did not seep out. Instead, it was churning in the darkness between the bamboo strips, and was quickly stained with a layer of gray and black.

What exactly is inside that thing?

Huaishi felt that her scalp was numb.

It was like facing a huge abyss radioactive source, and it felt like radiation was erupting from everywhere. Even the depth balancer across the playing field still made Huai Shi's overly keen perception feel uneasy and trembling.

Is this old bastard roasting some kind of nuclear bomb on the fire?

Then, he saw the old guy Guo Shouche grabbing the pig's head with one hand, throwing it whole onto the grid on the bamboo basket, and finally covering it with a cover.

Then, he started to sit back and watch.

Not to mention scallions, star anise or fennel or anything like that, not even a grain of salt was put in it!

Steamed pig head?

Is this another variant of boiled cabbage?

Huai Shi knew that her expression was ugly without looking in the mirror.

What the hell is this old bastard doing!

As if he noticed Huai Shi's gaze, the old man turned around with a smile but not a smile, and sighed as if he was chatting.

"Actually, it would be better to use a tripod. Unfortunately, this is a barbarian country after all, and ritual vessels like a bronze tripod are not easy to find... There is one in the museum, but that girl Xiao Hu won't let me take it. "He clapped his hands helplessly and said with an old smile: "I can only make do with local methods."

"……tripod?"

Huaishi felt a chill on the back of her head.

This old man just steamed a pig's head, why would he need something as big as a cauldron?

etc……

The corners of his eyes twitched, and he began to wonder if there was something wrong with his brain circuitry.

"Huh? It looks like you've guessed it? Hey, Miss Huai Zhi knows a lot about Eastern Xia culture. It's rare!"

Guo Shouque put his hands on his hands and smiled: "Yingzhou people seem to care about ancestors and bloodline, right? The old man also has an extraordinary background, how about it? Are you very interested?"

Looking at those playful yet cold eyes, Huai Shi felt as if she was facing a formidable enemy.

Even if he is not his enemy at this moment.

But the ferocious meaning coming from the abyss crossed the barrier of depth, and as his eyes fell on Huai Shi, it lingered repeatedly in his ears, turning into a strange whisper: "Do you really want to hear it? Really? Really? I guess you must be!"

Involuntary and at the same time from the heart.

Huai Shi nodded.

"Ha, I knew it!"

Guo Shouque smiled proudly, but his expression was not serious at all, as if he didn't take it seriously, "If you want to say it, the surname Guo was originally inherited from the Guo Kingdom, and if you go back further, it is the serious Emperor Zhou. From the Ji family. If Emperor Mu’s wild words when he saw the Queen Mother of the West were not bragging, then there is some divinity in Lao Chen’s bloodline..."

In Huaishi's pocket, the finger on the phone moved slightly.

I just feel that the thread of inspiration in my mind is becoming more and more vivid.

There is only one step left to the final answer!

"Ahaha, there's no need to check. Although this ancestral honor has nothing to do with me, there's nothing to hide--"

Guo Shouque glanced at him narrowly and gave the answer directly: "Before the Guo family moved away from the country, they were highly valued by the then demigod Emperor Zhou and were given important responsibilities.

——The inherited position is called ‘Zong Bo’. "

Huai Shi's fingers typing on the phone froze in place.

It was like a bolt of lightning struck from his brain, illuminating the darkness and pointing straight at the only answer.

Uncle Zong.

It can even be traced back to the official position of Zhuanxu, the ancient emperor of the Eastern Xia Dynasty. It was in charge of the rites of the country, and also had functions such as calendaring, music recording, and historical narration.

But this is just trivial stuff.

Among all its powers, the most important... is sacrifice!

They are the gods and ghosts of heaven and earth, and they appear in the four seasons to offer sacrifices. They are in charge of the rituals shown by the gods, humans, ghosts, and earth in establishing the country, so as to assist the king in building and protecting the country.

If we use a title that is more familiar to modern people, it would be called ‘National Preceptor’!

The so-called Zongbo is the ultimate priest who represents the emperor to worship the ghosts and gods of heaven and earth. In the chaotic era where humans and gods live together, the highest priesthood that mortals can achieve!

Huaishi's fingers were twitching wildly.

Finally realized how hard it was for Amber to control herself from crushing her phone...

A sudden realization.

No wonder he used a pig's head.

No wonder he is so confident... Indeed, if that's the case, let alone seven, even if there are twice as many, if they don't have skills strong enough to compete with him, they won't be afraid at all!

There are dishes here and there, obviously they are preparing ‘sacrifice’ to worship ghosts and gods!

"Oh, don't be so shocked. In fact, it's not that scary. It's just an exaggeration." Guo Shouque waved his hand nonchalantly, "Up to now, there are only some unsophisticated tricks. Besides, the direct descendants are not Oh my."

FNMDP!

Huai Shi's face was expressionless, without any response.

I sneered in my heart.

After Zhou Gong instituted rituals and cut off the inheritance of blood sacrifice, he replaced the rituals of beasts with human rituals. From then on, all non-human ghosts and gods were abolished and a new order was established.

Dongxia bid farewell to the tragic and bloody blood sacrifice and turned to another path.

As an inheritor of the miracle, Uncle Zong used the calendar to reset the movement of the stars and the etiquette to frame the order of all things. Even if only a little bit of it was passed down, it was enough for this old man to get along like a fish in the Dongxia genealogy.

"Too prison? Or too little prison?"

He didn't bother to keep it a secret and asked directly.