Typo?
When he heard this answer, the Food Immortal inconceivably turned his eyes back to the plate, carefully observed the third word on the second line, and then finally found that in the extremely complex structure of the word, a horizontal line was added without anyone noticing.
It was actually an exaggeration to say that no one noticed it. With the eyesight of an Earth Immortal, they would not miss even the slightest detail at a glance. But who would seriously look at the decorative poem on the plate to see if there were any typos when they were wholeheartedly tasting the food?
However, it was not far-fetched to say that this was a flaw. As a part of the decoration, this famous poem did have the effect of setting off the atmosphere of the entire dish. If there was an oversight in the text, it would make the perfect dish appear regretful …
As the Food Immortal, he should not have such an oversight, but the design of Wang Lu's question was too ingenious, and just aimed at his weakness.
He could not help but think of more than 18,000 years ago, when he first entered the Dao through food, his Master who guided him into the Dao once said a sentence.
"Although the Dao of food is a different path, if you want to achieve great success in this Dao, you must learn from the strengths of many Daos and master them thoroughly … You are lively and full of spiritual energy, but you hate reading and writing the most. I'm afraid that in the future, you will suffer because of your lack of culture."
Two thousand years later, he achieved great success in his cultivation method, cast the body of Dixian, and entered the Dao through food and was close to ascending. His Master's words had long been thrown to the back of his mind. He was just a Yuanying Stage cultivator, and his vision was far less than his own. What value could his insights and messages have? Culture? How many spirit stones were they worth? A few pieces of fat meat?
At this time, thinking of this, the Food Immortal could not help but be silent.
Master, I can't believe that you, with your mere Yuanying Stage cultivation base, could really see through the future thousands of years later. I … have always regarded myself as the Food Immortal, but unexpectedly I still suffered a loss because of culture!
"Okay, you win."
The Food Immortal gritted his teeth and finally admitted it. At the same time, there were thunderous cheers from the audience.
Because at this time, Aya had successfully got 251 points, just two points ahead of the Food Immortal!
It only took Aya a moment to see the flaws in the same type of dish, and it was not difficult to see from her calm eyes. Wang Lu did not reveal the topic in advance. In fact, Wang Lu did not tell Aya that he was going to participate in the Gourmet Appraisal Competition before today!
But Aya was undoubtedly an excellent gourmet connoisseur. With her evildoer level intuition on the battlefield, as well as the necessary knowledge as a gourmet, her performance was only slightly inferior to that of the Food Immortal.
In the open and aboveboard first half of the match, although she did not have the upper hand, she kept up with Wang Lu. However, in the second half of the match, when Wang Lu began to be shameless, Aya's advantage became obvious.
As a scholar of the Western Continent, her level of education was enough to compete with a top student like Wang Lu. Moreover, she also had the characteristics of a woman's meticulous mind. At a glance, she could see the flaws in the poem on the plate, which formed an unusually sharp contrast with the Food Immortal.
"However, I'll only be able to use this little trick once."
The Food Immortal was fooled once, but he would not be fooled a second time. He just didn't like to read, but he was not illiterate. If he carefully looked at the wrong words, he could always see it. What's more, in the gourmet appraisal, decoration was only one part of it. As long as his basic skills were still solid, this competition was still within his grasp.
This confidence lasted until he turned his attention to the next dish.
The same pattern, the edge of the exquisite plate, was printed with the same exquisite ancient poem. The Food Immortal frowned and found that there were a lot of words that he didn't recognize!
"Damn it, aren't you too ruthless!?"
Those ancient poems were truly ancient poems. For Dixian, who achieved enlightenment eighteen thousand years ago, they were also ancient poems that needed to be traced back. Many of the words were simply ancient characters, which had long been abandoned … However, with this ten-thousand-year-old mountain grass dipped in sauce, it could set off the exuberance of the ancientness. It was hard to say what was wrong with this plate presentation!
However, it didn't matter if he didn't recognize the words. The competition didn't require him to pick out which word was wrong. It was enough as long as he answered that there was a typo in the poem.
However, at this moment, the Food Immortal's heart trembled, and then he scolded, "Wang Lu, you are really a bitch!"
Wang Lu was still smiling, "Senior, why do you say that?"
The Food Immortal angrily spat out a grain of sand from his mouth, "There is sand in this mountain grass!"
Wang Lu said, "Oh, congratulations on finding the problem, senior. Then, do you want to confirm the answer?"
Confirm the answer!? The Food Immortal wanted to punch his head!
If there was no sand, he could certainly confirm that the only flaw was in the poem! Because the mountain grass itself was perfect, the sauce was fresh and simple, and the aftertaste was endless. The decoration of the plate was just right. The only thing that could go wrong was that there was a typo in the poem.
But now with this grain of sand, he couldn't confirm it! Because there may be two flaws, or there may only be one!
A gourmet appraisal competition could actually play such a game of scheming, the Food Immortal simply admired it! But as a contestant, he was boiling with anger!
This was not a gourmet appraisal at all, it was purely a vicious game of intrigue and trickery!
"In any case, what is your answer?" Wang Lu unhurriedly asked and then turned his head to look at Aya …
Faced with the same type of question, Aya pondered for a moment and then gave the answer, "There is a typo in the third line of the ancient poem."
The Food Immortal fiercely gritted his teeth: She is a Western Continent person, how could her attainment in ancient characters be deeper than mine? No matter how much I don't like to read, I have put in a lot of effort to read ancient books and records!
Wang Lu, however, smiled slightly. When Aya came to Nine Regions, she was unfamiliar with the people and the place. She was focused on finding the way to win the war … During this period, she spent more than just time reading ancient books.
At this time, the score gap between Aya and the Food Immortal had reached three points. The Food Immortal finally opened his mouth, "… My answer is that there is sand in the mountain grass, that's all."
Wang Lu nodded and said, "A wise choice, unfortunately, you can't score."
"Humph!"
If he chose to answer a flaw, the worst case scenario would be that he would not get any points, but if he guessed wrong, he would lose points … Wang Lu was indeed a master of psychological warfare!
However, it was still the same sentence, the Food Immortal would not eat the same loss twice.
After tasting the ten thousand years old mountain grass, the Food Immortal simply stopped and took out a book from his sleeve. It was an ancient dictionary that his Master personally passed on to him eighteen thousand years ago!
"Alas, I should have listened to Master's words and memorized all of this book …" The Food Immortal said, swept his eyes, closed his eyes for a moment, and then put away the book.
With the strength of Dixian's primordial spirit, memorizing a dictionary was just a blink of an eye.
Then, he spent the time it took to drink a cup of tea to memorize two dictionaries and more than a dozen anthologies of ancient poems. Although he still lacked a deep understanding and it was impossible for him to create any famous poems, it was not to the point where he couldn't even recognize the typo in the poem.
At this time, Aya's points were nearly ten points ahead of him, but if the Food Immortal wanted to catch up, it would be very fast. There was still half of the competition, and he had a lot of opportunities!
And with Wang Lu's insignificant skill, what else could it be!?
Thinking of this, his eyes turned to the next dish: "Fallen Leaves to Find the Root", a cold dish with the roots of an ancient tree as the main ingredient. It was also of high value, no less than the ten thousand years old mountain grass. Moreover, this dish also contained a special artistic conception, and the standard was very high.
The Food Immortal's small eyes narrowed slightly, thinking in his heart that this time, there would most likely be poems about homesickness as decoration, but the relevant poems had all been memorized by him. Even if Wang Lu came up with more tricks, he was not afraid!
However, when he looked closely, the Food Immortal found that there was no poem on the plate, only a string of seemingly inexplicable characters.
X = [-b ± (b ^ 2-4ac) ^ (12)] 2a
What the hell is this!?
The Food Immortal thought for a long time, but he could not determine the meaning of this string of characters. He only felt that this seemingly simple line of characters contained an awe-inspiring magical power, and after looking at it for a long time, he would feel dizzy.
The Food Immortal then turned his attention back to the dish itself. He used chopsticks to pick up the plump roots soaked in mountain spring water … Sure enough, he found a flaw.
The next question was, how many flaws did this dish have? What exactly was that scribbled character? Was there a flaw in it?!
However, after searching his memory, the Food Immortal did not remember seeing such a thing!
But to say that Wang Lu deliberately used some new things that were born during his 16,000 years of sleep to make things difficult for him, it was absolutely impossible. At this time, among the onlookers, there were not only the cultivators of the Wanxian League, but also the companions of Dixian. If Wang Lu openly cheated, someone would definitely jump out to interfere, but obviously, there was no one.
So, the problem was exactly the same as the previous dish, could he only rely on guessing?
The Food Immortal sighed with emotion. He was far from having the intuition to predict the future. He could not be like the Western Continent girl, who could rely on guessing to guarantee a 99% accuracy rate.
"There are two flaws in this dish. One is the wrong handling of the roots, and the other is … there is a mistake in this scribbled character."
Wang Lu smiled again and said, "Unfortunately, I have to deduct one point from you. The formula for finding the roots is correct. Isn't the beauty of mathematics very touching? "
"Hehe." The Food Immortal smiled lightly, but his right hand forcefully broke the chopsticks that had been with him for many years!
Mathematics! It was actually a mathematical formula!
F * ck you, what I hate the most is mathematics! Isn't it enough to count the numbers and do the basic four operations? Why do you need such complicated mathematical tools?
At the same time, looking at the remaining dozens of dishes on the table, as well as the variety of designs on the plate, the heart of the Food Immortal had already begun to waver, and his belief of winning was gone!
Strictly speaking, Wang Lu blindly made a fuss on the plate, which had fallen into a bad position. But … this was a competition, a competition of points, not a competition of culinary appreciation!
Even if Wang Lu's means were despicable and shameless, as long as it was still within the framework of the rules, it was beyond reproach! He could only endure it! Who told him to be full of confidence and take the initiative to fight?
His state of mind was in chaos, and his appetite also disappeared. The Food Immortal was silent for a moment. Seeing that Aya's score had surpassed him by more than 20 points …
"Enough, this old man will not compete anymore!"
The Food Immortal stood up from the stone stool, with an ashen face, flicked his sleeves and left.
Outside the arena, cheers shook the sky!
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