Chapter 68 Trading

If Kewen remembers correctly, there really is a chef in this village right now.

Fu Rong, who is one of the top-ranked weapons, has a high-end sword qi inheritance.

Her cooking skills are very good, and with her knives using sword qi in cooking, the food she makes is very popular.

She couldn't help but captured all the villagers of 'Biyou Village'. In the future, even the company's people will be satisfied by her appetite.

So, after more than two hours of fiddling, Kewen finally assembled a puppet.

However, the doll is very simple, only the frame and internal structure, the skin is not perfect.

Because there is not enough time.

If you want to make the appearance of the puppet doll, at least it will take a lot of time.

But it was almost evening, and the temporary workers were about to start working, so Kewen was in a hurry, so he could only make a semi-finished product to use first.

After re-checking and finding that the doll was correct, Kewen put it away, then walked out of the room and walked towards Ma Xianhong's studio.

Not long after, he came to Ma Xianhong's room, let go of his perception for a moment, and found that the other party happened to be at home.

Cowan knocked on the door.

Soon, a 'Ruhua' opened the door and greeted Kewen respectfully into the studio in the back room.

"gentlemen."

Ma Xianhong was squatting under the 'Self-cultivation Stove' and fiddling with something. He turned around and confessed to Kewen: "Sorry, the stove is about to be completed, please forgive Xianhong for being rude and unable to get up."

Kewen waved his hand: "It's okay, I'm here to ask you to do me a favor."

"Just say it, sir."

Ma Xianhong devoted most of his energy to assembling the 'Slim Stove', and he responded with a small part of his mind.

Kewen didn't care, he said directly: "I want to ask you to introduce Fu Rong to me. I plan to make a deal with Fu Rong."

"Fu Rong?"

Ma Xianhong's movements stopped, not understanding what transaction was needed between Kewen and Fu Rong.

However, he didn't think much about it, and while continuing the movement in his hand, he activated the communication magic weapon on his body.

"Fu Rong, do you have time? Please come to my house."

Ma Xianhong informed the past, and after hearing the response in the headset, he said to Kewen, "Please wait, sir, and Fu Rong will be here."

"Okay, sorry to trouble you." Kewen nodded.

After ten minutes, Fu Rong was brought to the workshop by a 'Ru Hua'.

She glanced at Ke Wen in surprise, and then asked Ma Xianhong, "Village Chief, what are you looking for from me?"

"It's Mr. looking for you."

Ma Xianhong turned his head and said, "Mr. wants to do some business with you. You and Mister go to the front hall to chat, I'm busy."

"Sir?" Fu Rong was surprised, she looked at Kewen: "Is it you?"

Kewen nodded kindly: "That's right."

"Then what do you want to trade with me?"

Fu Rong didn't mean to go to the front hall, but stood there and said, "Is there nothing shameful?"

Kewen smiled and shook his head, and said frankly, "I want to exchange my property for your cooking skills."

"Huh?" Fu Rong was a little dumbfounded: "Cooking? You mean, do you want to pay tuition to learn how to cook with me?"

"No, it's not learning."

When Kewen flipped his hand, a handful of gold coins appeared in his hand, and then he said, "I want to make a copy of your cooking memory."

"Copy memory!?"

Fu Rong raised her guard instantly, and stretched her right hand to the cooking knife hanging behind her waist.

At the same time, Ma Xianhong also stopped what he was doing.

He stood up in surprise and said to Kewen, "Sir? Do you want to use soul manipulation on Fu Rong?"

"it's not true."

Kewen shook his head and explained: "You should know that I am actually a magician, so the method of copying memory is different from the foreigners in China. It does not apply the method to the soul, but simply acts on the memory."

"This……"

Ma Xianhong hesitated, and then said: "Please tell me clearly sir."

Kewen also flipped his other hand and took out the 'willow wand' that had long since become a collectible.

He explained: "As long as Miss Fu Rong recalls the relevant knowledge of cooking, I can use the magic spell to pull the memory you are thinking about from your mind."

"Don't be nervous."

Kewen comforted Fu Rong, who had already made plans to do it, "The so-called 'pulling out' will not have any effect on your memory. In fact, it is a copy and will not cause you to lose relevant memories."

"I reject!"

Fu Rong didn't believe Kewen at all. She was on guard and shook her head: "I will never agree to let you start with my memory! No matter what method it is!"

On the side, Ma Xianhong also stood on Fu Rong's side this time, and did not help Kewen to persuade.

Kewen was a little helpless. After thinking about it, he turned his hand to put away the wand and gold coins, and then said, "I'll show it to you."

Saying that, Kewen raised his hand and pointed at the open space, causing the ground to bulge quickly, forming a small pool.

Then he raised his sword and pointed to the air above the pool.

A rune with a bluish glow appeared in the air, and with Kewen's movements, the runes gradually increased and formed a complete circle.

Kewen controlled the rune to fall and disappeared into the pool.

After making the Pensieve, Kewen raised his hand and pulled out a memory thread from his temple and put it into the Pensieve.

Stepping forward, Kewen came to the small pool and greeted, "Come and have a look."

Ma Xianhong came over first, and Fu Rong hesitated for a while before approaching.

However, she was still on alert at all times, and her right hand was always holding the handle of the cooking knife at the back of her waist.

Kewen didn't appease anything, he said to Fu Rong and Ma Xianhong, "Take my hand and follow me."

It was Ma Xianhong who reached out his hand for the first time. He really trusted Kewen.

Fu Rong hesitated again, and after a while, she stretched out her hand with a blushing face and carefully held Kewen's palm.

"Okay, let's lean over to the pool next."

Kewen reminded that when Ma Xianhong and Fu Rong were ready, he led them into the illusion of the Pensieve.

Although Kewen could project the fantasy images, he didn't do that.

Immersive browsing will make people feel even more shocking.

So, after a while of falling from high altitude, the three suddenly fell to a stand.

Ma Xianhong and Fu Rong looked around in a daze and alert, and Kewen's soothing voice sounded at the right time: "Don't be nervous, we are now in my memory illusion, this is the arena of the 'Luotian Dajiao' in Longhu Mountain, it is me a memory."

Ma Xianhong and Fu Rong immediately looked at the field, and they found that there was another Kewen in the field, who was fighting against Feng Shayan.

This experience was too surprising, so until the end of the game, the two still couldn't recover.

The illusion ended here, and after a sense of uncontrollable ascension, the three escaped from the illusion.

After the scene in front of them changed, Ma Xianhong and Fu Rong leaned back at the same time like a conditioned reflex.

Kewen grabbed them a hand, preventing the two from jumping out due to overreaction.

After the two stabilized their bodies, Kewen smiled and said, "How? This is the performance of my magic. It will only copy the contents of the memory, and will not have any bad effects on people."

"Unbelievable!"

Ma Xianhong praised: "Sir! This is an incredible experience!"

"Magic, it's just so fancy."

Kewen laughed at himself, and then looked at Fu Rong who was full of surprise: "That's it, I want to buy your memory knowledge about cooking, I promise not to touch other privacy, and we can verify it on the spot. , after I copied the memory knowledge, you can watch it for yourself first."

"I think it's ok." Ma Xianhong helped: "Fu Rong, Mr. is a modest gentleman, you might as well try."

Fu Rong thought for a while, then nodded and said, "Okay, you can try it out first. Let's copy a dish first."

"it is good."

As Kewen took out his wand again, he said, "Then just think about the process of making a dish."

"Don't use this wood."

Fu Rong dodged: "Use your fingers like you did just now."

"no problem."

Ke Wen responded with a smile, put away his wand, put his fingertips close to Fu Rong's temple, and reminded: "Concentrate, don't think about other things, just remember cooking."

Fu Rong closed her eyes and began to concentrate. After a while, she nodded and said, "I'm ready."

Ke Wen immediately started, his fingertips circled slightly, and pulled out a memory thread from Fu Rong's temple.

After the extraction, Kewen shook his hands and threw the memory wire into the small pool: "That's it."

He said to Furong who opened his eyes, "Go into the fantasy world and test it yourself."

Furong did not hesitate, stepped forward, and threw her consciousness into the illusion.

Not long after, Furong leaned back again and escaped from the illusion, and commented in surprise: "It's really incredible, this feels too strange."

"What did you see?" Ma Xianhong asked curiously.

"I saw myself." Fu Rong said amusingly, "There is another me inside, who made a complete dish."

"Can I take a look?" Ma Xianhong asked Fu Rong for a while, then looked at Kewen.

Fu Rong nodded in response, and Kewen also nodded.

Ma Xianhong immediately leaned down curiously, and also plunged his consciousness into the illusion.

It didn't take long for Ma Xianhong to break away and commented again: "Good method! It seems that I can't stand still, and if I have the opportunity in the future, I will also contact foreign practitioners!"

With that said, Ma Xianhong's eyes lit up, and he immediately asked Kewen excitedly, "Sir! Can your magic..."

Kewen shook his head: "No, magic is different from domestic Qi training. It does not follow meridians, but uses spells and runes to combine various effects, so the 'Self-cultivation Furnace' cannot be copied."

"Is that so..." Ma Xianhong shook his head in disappointment: "Then forget it first, and we will talk about it when we have a chance in the future."

"Then beauty Fu Rong."

Kewen flipped his hand again and took out a large amount of gold coins: "Deal?"

This time, Fu Rong no longer resisted, she nodded boldly: "Yes."

Afterwards, everyone will be happy, and each will have his own way...

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