At the end of the rice fields, there are a few farmers scattered around.
Lin Qiuwan rode into the village on horseback. The sound of horse hooves startled the farmers' dogs, who barked non-stop.
The village is inhabited by farmers who grow crops for Qingyun Temple. They have seen many dignitaries in the city and are not alarmed by the appearance of outsiders. Moreover, the escort cars from the Sihai Escort Bureau often pass by here, and most people in the village have seen Lin Qiuwan.
The old man who was sunbathing on a rocking chair at the end of the village called to Lin Qiuwan and asked hoarsely, "Why did Miss Lin come here alone today?"
The old man was the only elder in the village. His surname was Shanye. Lin Qiuwan didn't know his name. He reined in the reins and gestured: "Old man, have you seen an old man wearing a sheepskin coat and holding a white stone?"
The old man stretched out his skinny finger and pointed to the north, "I just went north."
"Thank you, father-in-law." Lin Qiuwan thanked him and rode north.
The old man, who was basking in the warm sun, had not recovered yet and was no longer around. He thought he had just dreamed.
There is a majestic river to the north, the air becomes humid, and the jungle of white birches cannot block the moisture.
If the thief took the waterway and had no boat, it would be useless to chase him. He would clamp the horse's back tightly and the white horse would rush forward, trampling up the fallen flowers on the ground.
In the birch forest, a ray of light shone into Lin Qiuwan's eyes. She blocked it with Tangxue in her hand, but in the light she saw a familiar figure leaning against the birch tree. Although it was just a back view, she had recognized Shen Qinglan, and the light came from the hosta on her head.
"Qinglan." Lin Qiuwan shouted anxiously, and the horse ran quickly to the white birch tree.
As for why Shen Qinglan was here, she had no time to think about it.
Under the birch tree, Shen Qinglan lost consciousness and drooped his eyelids. Under the skylight, he looked even more pitiful.
Lin Qiuwan put down Tang Xue and went to shake Shen Qinglan. She didn't wake up, so he used his index finger to feel her breath, which was gentle.
Jun Bubai and Ye Xianzi fell to the side. The sound of the landing disturbed Lin Qiuwan. Tangxue immediately took action and was about to reach Jun Bubai's throat, but was knocked off by Ye Xianzi's red sleeves.
"It's you." Lin Qiuwan put aside her hostility and concentrated on treating the unconscious Lin Qiuwan.
Zhuang Mengxing stepped on the water and flew from the upper reaches of the river.
No sound of fighting was heard on the way back. The smell of sheep's mutton wafting from the river indicated that the old sheepherder got on the boat here. Jun Bubai was a little puzzled. The people in Chang'an tried their best to bring Shen Qinglan back to Chang'an. With the strength of the old sheepherder, Lin Qiuwan couldn't force him to give up, so why would Shen Qinglan stay here.
Jun Bubai asked Lin Qiuwan with doubts, "How did you find Miss Shen?"
Shen Qinglan couldn't be woken up, so Lin Qiuwan picked her up by the waist, and her body flew over. Tangxue on the ground was picked up by her toes. When the two of them landed on the horse, Tangxue also penetrated the leather beside the horse's belly. middle. Lin Qiuwan's thoughts were on Shen Qinglan at this time, with tears in her eyes, "I saw her as soon as I entered the forest. She still doesn't wake up. I want to take her back to the city to find a doctor. You can do whatever you want."
Lin Qiuwan turned his horse around and returned along the road, intending to return to Qingyun Temple and use a carriage to escort Shen Qinglan back to the city for diagnosis and treatment.
Jun Bubai wanted to stop him, but Zhuang Mengxing stopped him. After chatting in the rice field for a while, Zhuang Mengxing already knew the purpose of Jun Bubai's trip. But Shen Qinglan was the most important to Lin Qiuwan. She shook her paper fan and said meaningfully: "If you stop her, she will fight for you. They are going back to the city. We can go back to the city and wait. Everything will wait for Shen Qinglan." When the young lady wakes up, we’ll decide again.”
Zhuang Mengxing is the best at Yangzhou matters.
Jun Bubai let Lin Qiuwan and Shen Qinglan leave. Unable to help being curious, she walked towards the birch tree where Shen Qinglan was lying, looked at the dirt on the ground and the scratches beside the tree, and turned to ask Fairy Ye: "Don't you think it's a little weird?"
Fairy Ye looked around the birch forest, and finally cast her eyes on the river. She smelled a hint of blood and the smell of rouge on Yunli's body, and said, "I can't figure out why they abandoned Shen Qinglan."
Zhuang Mengxing picked up a leaf-shaped flat stone and threw it on the water. The flat stone made a series of splashes and swayed to the other side of the river. Then he interrupted the two of them, "Since Miss Shen has returned to the city, you two should come back to Tianxiastairs with me. I It’s better to go back and deliver business.”
This trip is to bring Jun Bubai back to Tianxialou. Now that Shen Qinglan has been brought back to the city by Lin Qiuwan, he doesn't have to wade through the muddy water anymore.
"That's right, it's time to go back."
Some things should be clarified after Shen Qinglan wakes up.
Jun Bubai called out the flying sword and reached out to catch Ye Xianzi. Ye Xianzi took away the red sleeves, which turned into a dot between her eyebrows. The two rode together and flew away through the air.
Zhuang Mengxing shook his paper fan, and his body turned into countless butterflies, walking side by side with the two of them.
It was already afternoon on the third floor of Yangzhou Tianxia Building. Su Lingdang had been counting passers-by at the window for several hours.
When the butterfly landed on the window edge, there was a smile on her lips. She clenched her fists in the air, grabbed two kitchen knives out of thin air, and put them back into the sheaths on her waist. Turning around and looking at the patio where the sky was slanting to the west, Zhuang Mengxing was playing with a pebble.
"Where are they?" Su Lingdang asked.
Zhuang Mengxing replied readily: "In the backyard."
Su Lingdang walked downstairs quickly, the bells on her arms jingling. When she went downstairs, she stopped at the stairs, raised her head and said softly: "I will personally come to deliver food to you later."
Watching Su Lingdang go downstairs, and when the footsteps could not be heard, Zhuang Mengxing laughed out loud, frivolously and wantonly, turning the pebbles back and forth between his right fingers, "My brother-in-law, this trip is worth saving."
Su Lingdang walked into the courtyard and saw Jun Bubai, her face darkened. She threw a kitchen knife at him, but Jun Bubai dodged it. Su Lingdang grabbed it with a false finger, and the kitchen knife returned to his hand again, and threw it out again, but Jun Bubai caught it.
You can hide once, but you can't hide a second time. I learned the lesson from my mother's fire stick all the year round. Holding the kitchen knife, she staggered to Su Lingdang and said cautiously, "Sister, calm down, it doesn't look good when you are angry."
When my eldest sister is angry, she is almost the same as my mother.
Su Lingdang grabbed Jun Bubai's ears and cursed loudly: "You also know how worried I am, eldest sister, for fear that you will get into some trouble."
The root of his ear was pulled so hard that it hurt. Jun Bubai lowered his body and begged for mercy: "Sister, be gentle, be gentle, the ear is about to be torn off."
The strength in Su Lingdang's hand continued, "If you drop it, it's just right. Stew it into pig ears and drink it at night."
I couldn't beg for mercy, so I acted coquettishly, "Sister, Fairy Ye is watching, please save me some face."
Fairy Ye looked on with a cold expression.
After all, he didn't pass the door. Su Lingdang knew the importance of it. He twisted it hard to vent his anger and then let Jun Bubai go. "For Fairy Ye's sake, I'll spare you for once."
"Eldest sister still loves me." Jun Bubai flattered me.
Su Lingdang took back the kitchen knife and kicked him, but Jun Bubai didn't dodge. This foot is very light and light.
Jun Bubai hasn't eaten anything since morning. His stomach is empty and he grunts in protest.
Su Lingdang let out a sigh of relief. When she heard Jun Bubai's stomach growling, she said in a gentle tone, "There are also newly made lion heads in the kitchen today. I'll make some for you. How can I do this when I'm hungry?"
Su Lingdang walked to the kitchen as she spoke. Jun Bubai jumped up the steps and whispered: "Sister, she doesn't want to live in the world. I just go to the kitchen to warm some wine for her."
Su Lingdang glanced at Ye Xianzi and sighed softly. If you don't eat the fireworks of the world, you will miss a lot of fun. If it were him, he would definitely not torture himself like this.
Jun Bubai and Su Lingdang went to the kitchen to work. Fairy Ye felt bored and sat cross-legged to meditate.
On the stove in the kitchen, Su Ling made a lion's head, about the size of a fist, fried it thoroughly with hot water, and then threw it into the soup stock that had been simmering for several hours on the small stove to simmer. Jun Bubai was helping to light the fire, and several altars of immortal drunkenness were piled on the stove to keep warm.
After stuffing the chopped fine firewood into the stove and looking at Su Lingdang busy, Jun Bubai teased: "Sister, is Zhuang Mengxing my future brother-in-law?"
Su Lingdang slashed the dish with a kitchen knife as a sign of severity, "I just beat you, do you still want to beat me?"
Jun Bubai softened his voice, "Isn't this because I care about you? When I go to Jiangnan this time, my mother specifically told me that if I come to Yangzhou, I will ask you if you have a man you like, so that she can buy you a dowry."
After assembling the lion's head and waiting to start the pot, Su Lingdang washed her hands, wiped them with an apron, turned to the chopping board, picked up a kitchen knife to cut the side dishes, and said proudly: "No need, let the master buy you a betrothal gift first. You have been engaged to Fairy Ye for so many years, it’s time to get married, and give Master some grandchildren so that she can live the life of a grandmother early and avoid getting into trouble everywhere."
Jun Bubai stirred up the flames in the stove and extinguished the flames with his sword, leaving only the residual warmth on the wood. "I don't dare to say this."
"Then don't ask." Su Lingdang doesn't know how to use a knife, but Luohua Liushui has learned it 70% to 80%, and is best at chopping melons and vegetables. Even the side dishes look neat and beautiful under her knife.
Bring the stock to a boil and add the garnishes to the soup pot until cooked.
"Take it out." Su Lingdang urged.
Jun Bubai activated the "Yu Zi Jue" in Zhang Kuangjian, and everything can be turned into a sword. The lion head and the side dishes flew out of the soup pot and landed in the white rice bowl. The final finishing touch of the soup also turned into a white waterfall without a drop being spilled. Into the basin.
Su Lingdang praised: "My kung fu has improved a lot compared to before."
There was no need to add more firewood. Jun Bubai stood up and took out several jars of immortal wine that had been boiled on the ground with his bare hands. He hung them on the belt buckle around his waist and raised his eyebrows and said, "That's right, I may not be able to lose to you now."
Su Lingdang curled her lips and said, "If I praise you, your tail will rise to the sky."
Jun Bubai detoured to the case and reached out to touch the lion's head, but Su Lingdang knocked it off with bamboo chopsticks and scolded him: "Wash your hands."
Jun Bubai obediently wash your hands. Su Lingdang asked: "You really don't need to do anything for Fairy Ye. It's not good for your health if you don't eat the fireworks of the world."
"No need, that girl Su Wan doesn't eat the fireworks of the world, and she is still living well." After washing his hands, Jun Bubai took a piece of lion's head with bamboo chopsticks and chewed it heartily. The lion's head soup simmered in the stock was meaty and delicious. The mouth is delicious.
Su Lingdang ignored him, replaced the soup pot on the small stove, and started cooking again. When Su Lingdang cuts vegetables, the bell on her wrist will ring, with a clear rhythm, like the stamping of horse hooves.
"Sister, who are you cooking for?" Jun Bubai said with a mischievous smile.
Su Lingdang rolled her eyes and said, "I can't stop your mouth with food."
"Then you cook, I'm out." Seeing that eyesight is important, Jun Bubai picked up the soup basin and walked out.
Ye Xianzi was meditating in the courtyard. As soon as Jun Bubai stepped out of the kitchen, she opened her eyes and woke up.
Jun Bubai's figure swept lightly and flew in front of her. He moved his waist forward an inch and said, "I will warm you up."
Fairy Ye undressed a jar of immortal wine, opened the jar, took a sip, and said with a rosy face, "What did you tell your eldest sister?"
"Why are you suddenly interested in these things?"
There was a stone table in the courtyard, and he was holding a basin and talking indecently. He urged the Sword Control Technique to move the stone table and chair in front of him and sit down. Ye Xianzi sat down next to him. Putting down the soup basin, he took off all the immortal drunken clothes from his waist and placed them next to Ye Xianzi's hand.
Fairy Ye's eyes were burning, "I will marry you in the future. I want to get familiar with her first."
Jun Bubai shook his head, swallowed half of the lion's head in one gulp, chewed it roughly for a few times, and swallowed, "No, just follow your own preferences. My eldest sister is very easy-going."
Ye Xianzi hesitated to speak, holding her chin up and watching you eating the lion's head in vain.
In the Dunhuang Gobi, the Silk Road was crossed by a group of merchants from the Western Regions. A few days ago, we experienced a sandstorm and the water storage objects were damaged. Water is the source of life in the Gobi. After not drinking water for several days, people were so thirsty that their throats smoked. His eyes were red, looking forward to rain, meeting other caravans, or supplies at the warehouse.
Suddenly the wind picked up and snow fell from above. There has never been snow in this hot place.
The businessmen caught the snowflakes with their tongues, knelt down and looked at the looming Dunhuang Buddhist Grottoes in the distance, and reverently paid homage to the gods.
Dressed in red, she walked out of the snow, with a red face and white hair, a snow lotus taking each step.
