Qingjiao, who was supposed to leave the south and return to the East China Sea, stayed in Shanyue City.
This woman who had been influenced by many Lingnan and gradually lost some of her cold outer clothes seemed to have returned to her original appearance.
It snows heavily at the end of the year in Shanyue City.
The courtyard is filled with white snow and red clothes.
In this alley, which is extremely lonely every winter, probably only these two courtyards are occupied by people.
Qingjiao stood quietly in the snow in the courtyard, carrying a sword behind her back. It was an unnamed parting gift from the Tianya Sword Sect. There is also a sword in his hand, named Qingtuan, which has been unsheathed, held in his hand, raised to the level of his shoulder, and the tip of the sword is facing the snow-covered eaves wall.
There was nothing strange on the walls, just some dry moss or some cursive writing from former tenants.
——The fallen plum blossoms are a lonely traveler, sitting in the wind with me in the mountains and rain. How many years have I been lonely and sad? The cold moon shines at night and the first clouds break.
——The broken clouds are shining on a cold moonlit night, and I am young and full of sorrow and loneliness. I sit with the wind on the same rainy mountain, and a traveler walks alone on the new plum blossoms.
Qingjiao has a brief understanding of the music, and it can be seen that this is probably a magnolia flower order.
It's just that this woman in red from the East China Sea didn't care about what was written, she just stood quietly in the snow with her sword in hand.
On the opposite side of the wall was a Taoist Taoist who was sleeping peacefully. He must have been injured, and sometimes he would make one or two slight coughs from his sleep.
But more often than not, there is no movement, just like there is no one in the yard on the other side of the wall.
Qingjiao did nothing, just raised the sword quietly, neither thrusting out nor pulling back, but countless sword intentions were quietly dormant in the wind and snow.
The sword intention is not strong, at least from the perspective of the upper level of the cultivation world, it is weak and dispirited.
But maybe it was because someone who Qingjiao had been looking for finally appeared on the other side of the wall.
The sword intent that had been destroyed by the surging vitality of heaven and earth due to the failure to break through the realm was slowly recovering again.
The force of the sword became thicker, like the once dry waves crashing on the shore. It jumped up the cliff again and then fell.
The sound of wind, snow and waves in a courtyard.
However this is not enough.
At least a sword cultivator in the Xiaodao Beginner Realm and the Sword Intention Human World Xieqiao Realm is far from enough to kill a person like Chen Qingshan.
Unless he is seriously injured, so serious that when he raises his hand, he cannot see the mountains and rivers in the world, and only the broken sound of wind blows through his ears.
He is Zhang Xiaoyu's senior brother.
Qingjiao once met the sword cultivator in white who was known as the three swordsmen of the younger generation in the canyon.
She knew how strong a person like that was, so she was very quiet that night, holding dishes for the young boys.
But there's something she can't escape - a story about Ha Zong in the East China Sea.
When she transformed into sword light and passed over the mountain city on the 28th, she felt the Taoist aura coming from Shanhe Temple.
At that moment, she seemed to understand why Tingfeng Yin hesitated for an almost imperceptible moment before telling her the answer, and then told her with certainty that Chen Qingshan was in the East China Sea.
It turns out that Chen Qingshan is located to the north of Fengqiling, in Shanyue City.
The idea of listening to the wind is certainly a good one.
When Qingjiao returns to the East China Sea, it will naturally be difficult to find traces of such a person.
But after all, there were some wind noises that Ting Feng Yin had never heard before.
For example, Chen Qingshan was stabbed in the heart by his junior brother with a plum blossom from outside the country.
As a result, he was somewhat unable to control the dissipation of his own Taoist charm.
So a woman in red who was supposed to go to the East China Sea to celebrate the New Year stopped in the city.
Holding the sword quietly, he stood in the yard, waiting for something, and began to cultivate his sword intention again.
She thought that after returning to the East China Sea and recuperating for a while, her story would begin again.
It's just that some things came much faster than she thought.
It was so fast that I was a little overwhelmed.
Qingjiao stood in the yard, her eyes blurred by the wind and snow.
No one knows which one will come first, Chen Qingshan or Tomorrow.
But now that she saw it, she decided to stay.
...
Chen Qingshan didn't care which of his enemies lived in the courtyard opposite the wall. Although he felt that he was a little saint in the world, he was not after all.
What's more, even the true saint Li Er was resented by many people for a long time when he was alive in the world.
But sometimes after Chen Qingshan took a nap and found it difficult to fall asleep again, he would tilt his head and look at the wall on the right.
Maybe he is thinking about those masters who can tell the sword intention from the East China Sea at a glance. What are they thinking?
Doesn't she know that she can do martial arts?
However, Chen Qingshan really didn't have much interest in caring about the woman standing across the wall holding a sword.
Otherwise, in such a leisurely snowstorm, always waking up and sleeping, it would be a bit boring. Maybe I would knock on the courtyard door and ask what I had done back then.
I am thirty today.
Chen Qingshan looked at the wall for a long time and then turned back.
I was planning to continue falling asleep with difficulty - after all, falling asleep over and over again didn't actually make me feel sleepy.
There was a knock on the door.
Chen Qingshan raised his eyebrows.
Naturally, it was not Zhang San who came. Zhang San knew that he would not open the door for him, so he just pushed the door open and came in.
So who is coming?
Chen Qingshan sat upright and said, "Please come in."
very polite.
So the little human girl who pushed the door in was also a little at a loss.
It is obviously difficult for the world to accept that such a character suddenly becomes polite.
So she held the food box in her arms and stood at the door, not knowing what to say.
Chen Qingshan sat back again. Although he was not as polite as before, his tone was still gentle.
"What are you doing here?"
The little girl in the city looked a little more relaxed, but she was still a little cautious, and she walked quietly through the snow-covered path in the yard. He took out the food box from his arms and handed it to Chen Qingshan. He looked down at the white snow at his feet and whispered: "My mother bought some rice cakes in the city. She accidentally bought too much. Let me give it away." Some for you..."
There is a very interesting saying about accidentally buying too much.
Chen Qingshan sat safely in the small chair under the eaves, quietly looking at the little girl in front of him.
Such a silent scene probably made the little girl nervous again.
Her slender fingers, which were made extremely thin by the bloated winter coat, trembled slightly. She gripped the food box tightly and pushed it forward hard - even though there was nothing blocking her, she still used a lot of force. , as if making up his mind.
"It's already cooked. I held it in my arms when I came here. It shouldn't be cold yet."
The little girl's voice trembled slightly.
Chen Qingshan withdrew his gaze and fell on the food box held tightly by his slender hands. It was indeed still hot, because he could smell the aroma of some rice cakes. If it was cold, it would naturally be difficult to smell it.
What does it say in Li Queyi's "Supplementary Records of the Human World"?
Will temperature cause the missing particle to escape?
Chen Qingshan couldn't remember, but soon realized that he was distracted.
The Shanheguan Taoist who came back to his senses still did not take the food box, but leaned back on the chair. The little chair where Zhang San had stolen the kickback made some squeaking sounds.
"First of all." Chen Qingshan's eyes fell on the face of this ordinary-looking Shanyuecheng girl again.
"You need to call me Master."
The little girl looked up in surprise, panic and flattery.
The Shanhe Guan Taoist in front of him had a faint smile on his face.
Although she has already said before that she will return to Guanli with this Taoist in the future.
But no one knew whether this Taoist, who didn't seem to have a very good reputation in the spiritual world, was joking.
Chen Qingshan did not talk about this matter to Zhang San who came to hang out later.
So Zhang San and his wife were probably a little uneasy, so she accidentally bought some more rice cakes.
The little girl from Shanyue City stood blankly in the snow for a long time, then took the food box back in her hand, and handed it out again with a trembling but upright attitude.
"Please use rice cakes, Master."
Chen Qingshan smiled softly and did not take the food box. He just opened the lid, and then his smile solidified.
The little girl stared blankly at Chen Qingshan, whose smile disappeared. She didn't know why, and she became panicked again.
Chen Qingshan looked at the rice cakes in the food box for a long time, and then sighed softly: "That's all, I've seen it and eaten it. You can take it to the yard next to it and see if the Donghai swordsman likes rice cakes rolled with chili peppers." Bar."
When the little girl heard this, she immediately felt at a loss. She stood blankly outside the eaves in the wind and snow, looking down at the food box in her hand. The snow-white rice cake was still steaming hot, with a lot of finely chopped bright red chili powder sprinkled on it. In her eyes, It's extremely tempting.
"I, I don't know, I'll go back and get you a replacement."
The girl from Shanyuecheng said in a panic, closed the food box and walked out of the hospital.
"No."
Chen Qingshan said softly: "Whether you go take her back or give her to the people in the yard next to her, don't knock on the door today. I want to be quiet for a while."
The girl turned back and stood in the snow quietly looking at Chen Qingshan.
This Taoist from Shanhe Temple seemed to be really lifeless, but he looked a little lonely.
She couldn't understand the reason for the loneliness, but she still nodded and said, "Okay, Master."
The girl wearing a bloated winter coat left quietly in the fine snow.
There was another knock on the door outside the courtyard - it was the sound from the courtyard next door.
Chen Qingshan didn't pay attention, and sat quietly in the chair, looking up at the heavy snowfall at the end of the year.
"People in the south of Huai'an have followed Huang Liang's example and add a little chili pepper to everything."
Chen Qingshan said very lonely.
"Master, how can you get used to eating?"
...
The roasted chicken in Tianshang Town is very simple. Just apply some oil, stuff some simple spices into the belly, and then grill it.
Because when they came back from Nandao last night, Lu Xiaoxiao and the others had already had dinner. They made some meatballs in the afternoon, steamed them on the stove, and then cooked some sweet wine to drink. After Wu Dalong started making wine, he also Sitting with a large vat of sweet wine, as an omnipotent senior brother, this thirty-five-year-old man seemed to be able to pay for whatever his junior brother and nephew wanted.
So when Nan Dao came back with two roast chickens and a large pot of peach blossom stuffing, although the young boys cheered that their uncle was so handsome, they were ultimately unable to do anything.
So the two roast chickens were kept until today.
The five little ones got up early in the morning, ran up the small building, and looked at the roast chicken among the pile of ingredients upstairs with salivation.
Le Chaotian, who looked like a god while sleeping in front of the stove, could no longer become a god. He was woken up early in the morning by the discussion of young people.
"It smells so good. It smells even better than last night after it got cold." Junior Brother Lu Xiaowu muttered in confusion.
"That's because you've been craving it all night."
This is the voice of Senior Sister Lu Xiaoyi.
"Saute some chili oil, chop some minced garlic, sprinkle some chopped green onion, then tear some chicken breasts and pass them around in a bowl... That's really magical!"
Lu Xiaosan was drooling as he spoke.
Le Chaotian couldn't sleep either. He yawned and sat up, and also interjected.
"No matter what kind of spicy oil you use, it only tastes delicious if it is not spicy."
"Shut up Le Chaotian! You know nothing but shit."
Lu Xiaosan said confidently.
"..."
Le Chaotian looked at Lu Xiaosan, who was getting more and more swollen for some reason, silently, and then raised his hand.
Dielianhua in the corner let out a sword cry.
Lu Xiaosan changed his face in the blink of an eye, looked at Le Chaotian flatteringly and said, "I'm sorry, I have to train my little local dog to get used to it..."
The young boy stopped mid-sentence, and the four young boys on the side looked at Lu Xiaosan with strange expressions, who started talking indiscriminately because they had roast chicken to eat.
"Uncle Master, spare your life!"
Lu Xiaosan rushed downstairs.
The little native dog lying in the corner raised his head blankly and saw a flash of sword light in the building. He didn't know what happened.
It wasn't until Lu Xiaoxiao woke up that he lifted Lu Xiaosan down, who was hung by Die Lianhua outside the building.
After the young boy fell into the snow, he seemed to have forgotten that he was chased all over the canyon by Le Chaotian's sword. He just swept the snow on his head and lay down next to the wooden vat containing the peach blossoms. Look at the few fish swimming around and nibbling on the peach blossoms.
"Master, when will we eat fish?"
Lu Xiaosan missed the peach blossom boiled fish that he had eaten in his imagination.
Ah, snow-white fish meat, fiery red soup base.
The little boy suddenly forgot about the two roast chickens upstairs again, licking his lips and looking at the green-backed fish in the tank.
Lu Xiaoxiao angrily slapped the young boy's hand that was reaching into the tank.
"We'll eat it in the evening, and today I'll eat those two roast chickens during the day."
"good!"
Lu Xiaosan was awakened to the memory of roast chicken again.
Ah, the crispy chicken skin, the tender and oily chicken.
The little boy ran upstairs again.
Of course, before eating the roast chicken, the young boy sincerely apologized to Le Chaotian.
"Actually, the little local dog is called Cao Weiying, how can it be called Le Chaotian, haha."
Le Chaotian was too lazy to pay attention to the young boy. He called up his sword, put it into the scabbard, and threw it aside.
Because the roasted chicken is cold, it needs to be reheated.
The teenagers clamored for spicy oil again, so the doors on the second floor of the small building were opened a few more doors to prevent the smell from being too choking.
I have to admit that the house built by Wu Dalong is indeed extremely beautiful.
Red pillars, cyan ground, and various small decorations.
It is hard to imagine that this is a house built by Jian Xiu in the mountains.
Lu Xiaoxiao also added a lot of floating gauze to the doors. At this time, the doors on both sides of the small building were opened, and the wind and snow were blowing, which was very beautiful.
The only drawback is probably that it's a bit cold.
But this is not a problem of the small building, but a problem of the season.
Lu Xiaoxiao put a pot on the stove top, fried some onion and ginger oil, filtered it out and poured it into the chili powder that had been prepared aside.
The fragrance comes on instantly.
Nan Dao has been sitting quietly on the corridor, holding an umbrella and watching the wind and snow, which made the waiting young people marvel.
"Uncle Master is Uncle Master. Now I can practice with peace of mind."
Le Chaotian sat in front of the stove and said with a smile: "Practice? I think senior brother is thinking about a woman on a certain cliff."
"..."
Amidst the discussion among the young people that lasted all morning, the boy under the umbrella who remained motionless was defeated by Le Chaotian's words.
Nan Dao picked up the wine bottle on the side and walked in silently.
Le Chaotian looked at him with a soft smile and said, "Am I right, senior brother?"
Nan Dao sat down in front of the stove, took a sip of peach blossom wine, sighed and said, "Junior brother, it's not unreasonable for you to be hit."
"Ha ha ha ha."
Le Chaotian smiled proudly.
Lu Xiaoxiao had already prepared the chili oil, but he was afraid that they would be too tired of eating it, so he turned around and went downstairs, and washed some cabbage for them by the stream.
Although it is no longer fresh, it is still edible.
When he returned upstairs, Le Chaotian, who had been shouting that it would taste better without adding spicy oil, was already holding a bowl of spicy oil, sitting in front of the stove and grabbing chicken legs with the teenagers.
“It smells so good!”
Le Chaotian's mouth was full of oil after eating, and he had no manners of a master.
The two roast chickens only had four legs. Le Chaotian shamelessly snatched one and ate it. The remaining three were snatched away by Lu Xiaosan, Xiaosi and Xiaowu.
Lu Xiaoyi and Lu Xiaoer had no intention of robbing them, they were very aware of senior brothers and sisters.
By the time Lu Xiaoxiao finished his work and Wu Dalong came to eat, only the back shells and scattered meat of the two roast chickens were left.
Although the two roast chickens chosen by Cao Weiying were quite large, after all, there were so many people in the building, so they naturally finished them quickly.
Lu Xiaoxiao and Wu Dalong were silent, but they didn't care. They sat by the fire and started eating the leftover roast chicken.
Lu Xiaoyi on the side took out his bowl from behind, with two roasted chicken wings hidden in it, and handed it to Lu Xiaoxiao with a smile.
"Master, I left some delicious food for you."
Lu Xiaoxiao was so moved.
"My primary school boy is the best. You are all heartless."
Lu Xiaoxiao took the bowl and glared at all the young men.
Le Chaotian was smiling there.
He naturally ate the most.
Probably well aware of the truth of sitting at the children’s table.
Nothing but quick hands.
Wu Dalong also laughed and was about to get the wing roots in the bowl, but Lu Xiaoxiao clapped his hand and glared at him angrily.
"Xiaoyi gave this to me, why are you extending your hand?"
Wu Dalong retracted his hand in grievance and looked at everyone helplessly.
But probably no one is hiding anything secretly anymore.
However, Lu Xiaosan, who was usually as greedy as Le Chaotian, took out a big chicken drumstick with a smile - the battlefield was so chaotic that no one noticed when he hid it.
Lu Xiaosan took the chicken leg, looked at Wu Dalong sincerely and said, "Uncle Master, I left this for you, but I have a request."
Everyone was looking at Lu Xiaosan, wondering what kind of monster this kid was going to do.
Lu Xiaosan chuckled.
"Look, I've been calling you uncle for so long, so why don't you call me uncle?"
"..."
.......
Lu Xiaosan was beaten so hard that he couldn't even save the chicken legs.
The one who hit him was Lu Xiaoxiao.
"You kid, do you still want to be a senior?"
Those who are older than the Chinese New Year may not spank their children.
But after all, it’s not the New Year yet.
