Like Zhang Xiaoyu, some people may have become able to eat spicy food.
And some people can eat spicy food.
Huangliang's Xuanxuyuan also graduated in three years.
But after graduation, they will not start recommending places to those places of practice like Xuanxuyuan in Nanyi City.
the reason is simple.
Xuanxuyuan is the largest place of cultivation in Huangliang today.
At most, it is recommended by the House of Commons to the House of Lords.
Of course, these things have nothing to do with Liu Chunfeng.
He is originally from Fake Capital.
As a thirty-year-old Taoist cultivator, Liu Chunfeng is undoubtedly quite famous.
But if he had only attained enlightenment or a minor path at the age of thirty, he would probably be quite famous.
Because Liu Chunfeng was famous for his extremely handsome appearance when he was young.
It once had the reputation of Yushan, the fake capital.
It was not until later that he entered Qingniuyuan and began to practice, rarely walking on the streets of the world, that the world gradually forgot the existence of such a young man.
Later, when I was twenty-seven years old.
This young man who graduated from Qing Niu Yuan and served successively as Mr. Qing Niu Yuan entered the avenue one early morning and took over the position of vice president of Xuan Xuan Yuan in the false capital. The world finally remembered it again. This boy has been called Liu Yushan for a long time.
Many years later, when the world saw the repair of the great road in that courtyard, there were only four words.
The style remains the same.
The style remains the same, the spring breeze remains the same, and the Jade Mountain remains the same.
It's just that the current Liu Chunfeng is no longer the young man who walked over with his head in awe as the people in the world looked at him in amazement.
But he is a humble and gentle young dean.
When the young man walked over proudly, everyone watched in amazement and laughter.
When the young man calmed down, everyone bowed politely and called the dean politely.
Thirty-year-old Liu Chunfeng sat quietly at the small stove table under the eaves of the small courtyard where he practiced in Qingniu Yuan.
Chunfengyuan.
That's the name of this courtyard.
There are some plum blossoms in the yard, and there are also some thin bamboo bushes that are bent down by the snow.
A path leads through the courtyard until it reaches the open door.
The door was opened by Zhou Zaishui, who had just left. The door was not closed because he was only leaving temporarily for a while.
As for how long it will take, it depends on when the canteen at Wenhuayuan can prepare those two bowls of noodles.
On New Year's Eve, Liu Chunfeng suddenly wanted to eat noodles.
It's the kind of rice noodles that have been passed down for thousands of years, sprinkled with spicy oil and with some dried chili peppers on the edge.
Although there are very few Taoist cultivators who like to eat spicy food, because eating spicy food makes them easily excited and impulsive. This is contrary to Qing Xiu.
It is said in Chapter 12 of Five Thousand Words - The five colors make one blind; the five tones make one deaf; the five tastes make one's mouth refreshed; galloping and hunting make one's heart go crazy; rare goods make one's way.
It’s just that there’s no one from Chudi who doesn’t like spicy food?
Liu Chunfeng thought so.
So he not only asked Zhou Zaishui to add more spiciness, but also added onions and garlic.
Just like the soft and quiet spring breeze can actually stir the restless hearts of many young people.
This Jade Mountain, which is famous for its gentleness and tranquility, can bear the severe pain in the mouth and throat better than anyone else.
Zhou Zaishui, a master of the Sword School, quickly walked through the wind and snow in the small courtyard and brought over two bowls of steaming noodles.
When the noodle bowl is served, the smell of chopped green onions and spicy oil hits your face.
Zhou Zaishui took out two pairs of chopsticks from his sleeves - although the sleeves of Jianyi Zhixiu were not too draggy or chic, they did not tighten the cuffs either.
When the cultivation of Sword Intent needs to tie up one's sleeves and fight, it is probably a battle of life and death.
For example, on top of Wu Mountain, Jiang Ye turned into a sword.
So hiding two pairs of chopsticks in your sleeves is a simple matter.
Liu Chunfeng took the chopsticks, smiled softly, looked at Zhou Zaishui and said, "It seems that the gentlemen of Wenhua Academy do not have a good appetite today."
Because Zhou Zaishui came back very quickly.
Zhou Zaishui said calmly: "After all, they are just human beings. Sometimes when faced with situations like this in the courtyard, it is inevitable that they will feel a little panicked."
Liu Chunfeng sat across the table under the eaves and said softly: "Yes. Just feeling flustered does not mean that the position has wavered. Facing a goddess who came out of ancient times, it is natural for people to feel flustered."
Zhou Zaishui picked up the noodles in the bowl and said, "So if you really want to say it, they have some more courage than us, even if there are thousands of people, I will die."
Liu Chunfeng just smiled and started eating noodles with his head down.
Although there are thousands of people, my courage to go is naturally moving.
But in such a story, it is obvious that such courage is often of no use except to stand in the wind and snow to express one's determination.
Liu Chunfeng is already a very high-level person in the courtyard.
But in the eyes of the woman who looked at the late winter of the world from that tall building, there was probably no difference between the realm of the great road and the world.
Not to mention those gentlemen from Wenhua Academy.
The two of them didn't talk about these things anymore, they just lowered their heads and ate the noodles quietly.
The snowy courtyard, white plums and green bamboos, and a bowl of bright red noodles are undoubtedly a sublimation of color.
Zhou Zaishui is a swordsman, so he always eats neatly. When he drank the soup from the bowl, there was still less than half of the noodles in Liu Chunfeng's bowl.
"You probably haven't eaten this kind of noodles for a long time. Why did you suddenly think of eating this today?"
Zhou Zaishui pressed his chopsticks on the table and looked at Liu Chunfeng sitting opposite him with interest and asked.
The spring breeze is white, with some green highlights on the edges.
It's just that there are some more stains today - they should have been accidentally splashed on when eating noodles.
Stains are probably out of the question.
Zhou Zaishui thought so.
Liu Chunfeng was still eating noodles. After a long time, he put down his chopsticks with satisfaction, looked down at the soup bowl, and did not answer Zhou Zaishui's question. Instead, he talked about other emotions that he probably thought of suddenly.
"I suddenly understood why northern Taoist cultivators rarely eat such spicy food."
Zhou Zaishui asked: "The five flavors are refreshing?"
Liu Chunfeng smiled and pointed at his flaming red lips.
"Suppose a Taoist who is famous for his pure cultivation goes to the human world and eats until his mouth is full of oil, which is always unsightly. Sword cultivators are different. Sword cultivators want to be cool and unrestrained, so they raise their sleeves, wipe them with their hands, pick up their swords and leave. Serious Naturally, a Taoist priest would not be able to do this, and he cannot carry a handkerchief with him, so wiping his mouth politely does not feel right."
Zhou Zaishui also laughed after listening to Liu Chunfeng's explanation, and said: "So if you had listened to my advice and come to my sword school, you wouldn't have had so many troubles. You have a proud name, but you have become a Taoist. I still feel that It’s a pity.”
When Liu Chunfeng entered Xuanxu Academy, Zhou Zaishui was already the teacher in the academy.
It's a pity that Liu Chunfeng did not listen to Zhou Zaishui's advice at that time, but learned Taoism.
"So to this day, I feel a little regretful."
Liu Chunfeng sat under the eaves, looking at the thin bamboo bushes in the yard that were bent by the wind and snow.
"This is the same as wanting to eat spicy noodles today."
Zhou Zaishui looked quietly at the young head of the hospital in front of him.
When the Prime Minister is away, the Vice-President becomes the President.
"If I had learned swords at first, I would have had a reason to strike lightly, and I wouldn't have worried so much."
Liu Chunfeng said softly.
Zhou Zaishui understood what Liu Chunfeng meant.
It’s still about the Taiyi Spring Festival next year.
Liu Chunfeng probably really wanted to smash some directly.
It's just that if you cultivate the Tao, you will inevitably have to take into account many things.
It’s probably hard to have the kind of heroic spirit of smashing the Yellow Crane Tower to pieces for you.
Zhou Zaishui sighed and said, "Actually, they are all the same."
Liu Chunfeng chuckled softly and said: "Of course it's different. You think it's different because you are only in the seventh realm of the minor path and have just entered the threshold of the upper realm practitioner. If you were also a cultivator of the great path, you would naturally not be where you are now. Looks like this.”
"So you feel like you're hesitant sometimes?"
"It's not sometimes, but always." Liu Chunfeng said softly, "Since the goddess stepped into the fake city, I didn't come out immediately."
Liu Chunfeng looked back at the bowl of noodle soup where the red oil had begun to solidify.
"So eating something spicy can make me more excited."
Liu Chunfeng looked at his blurred face in the noodle soup, smiled slightly and said, "Chunfeng may not necessarily mean to pity the flowers, but in fact, people can be young by themselves."
Zhou Zaishui probably also thought of the young man who walked through the streets of Chunfeng in the fake capital amidst the exclamations of everyone.
"What would happen to you as a teenager?"
"Do whatever you want."
A young man who walked in the eyes of everyone in the world was naturally proud.
The beauty of all things is something to be proud of.
Therefore, Liu Chunfeng was once proud of his outstanding talent and also his handsome appearance.
Zhou Zaishui probably understood something.
Liu Chunfeng stood up and stood under the eaves, quietly looking at the wind and snow outside the courtyard.
"What's going on over there at Jing Zhaoyin?"
The mood of the wind and snow in the courtyard instantly changed from leisurely to solemn.
Zhou Zaishui also stood up and said softly: "Some letters have been sent to Jingzhao Yin's house, which should be some arrangements and details of the Taiyi Spring Festival. I will go and get them."
Liu Chunfeng said calmly: "No need."
Zhou Zaishui was stunned for a moment and said, "Why don't you use it?"
Liu Chunfeng said calmly: "Actually, even if he didn't write those things, I still know where the Taiyi Spring Festival will be."
Zhou Zaishui reacted.
Yes.
People from the Taoist sect are responsible for the charm of the Tao, and the charm of the Tao has always been extremely incompatible with the power of the witches and ghosts.
The Taiyi Spring Sacrifice is dedicated to the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, the supreme god and ghost of ancient Chu. Where such a place of sacrifice is located, the power of the Styx is naturally extremely strong.
Liu Chunfeng, who is a Taoist cultivator in the fourth level of the human world, naturally cannot not feel it.
"so....."
"So it's just to let the world know some news. Xuanxuyuan can't be alone, we must rely on the world." Liu Chunfeng said lightly, "Master Jing Zhaoyin has been in the holiday capital for many years, although this year because of someone's affairs, he fell into a trap. He has a bad reputation, but what kind of person he is, the world naturally knows that Jiusi belongs to His Majesty, while Jing Zhaoyin is from the fake capital. An old man who is active in the eyes of the world is naturally more important than Jiusi. Much bigger - when the world looks at Jing Zhaoyin, they will look at Xuansheyuan."
This may be the greatest significance of that cart of bacon.
Forcing Jing Zhaoyin to make a decision that has been wavering for a long time in the eyes of the world.
The support of people's hearts may not be better than the remaining power of the age of gods and ghosts.
But after all, it can bring many benefits to Xuanxuyuan.
Just as Xuanxuyuan has done for thousands of years - using culture to dominate the world, compete with gods and ghosts for the belief in the land of ancient Chu.
Liu Chunfeng spoke very calmly.
"After the spring of next year, the spring recruitment in the hospital will be carried out in advance, and the windy spring examination that should have been postponed to February next year will be held after the spring recruitment."
"Then what?" Zhou Zaishui asked, looking at the young man beside him.
"Ask Jing Zhaoyin to give another list of people from the Nine Divisions, he knows what we want." Liu Chunfeng said calmly, "The Nine Divisions have been in the company for many years, and it's time to replace some people. "
Zhou Zaishui stood there in a daze.
Yes, the matter in Jingzhao Yin is naturally far beyond the world. At the same time, people are also watching the movements of Jiusi in the false capital.
After Kyoto became the capital of Huaian, the three princes ceased to exist, and under the emperor, there were the nine divisions.
The Dafeng Spring Examination will select the best to serve as officials, but in previous years, there would often be no such large-scale replacements among the Nine Divisions. After all, they were just accompanying the capital, and many things existed in name only.
But things are different now.
Huangliang is separating from Huai'an, and the position of Jiu Si is undoubtedly extremely important.
In previous years, Xuanxuyuan never cared about those students entering officialdom, but this year it may be different.
"The people upstairs are watching."
Zhou Zaishui said softly.
Liu Chunfeng said calmly: "The goddess is confident and conceited. In fact, her eyes have always been on Huai'an. And His Majesty the Emperor..."
Liu Chunfeng looked at the tall building and said slowly: "His Majesty, the Emperor, will agree."
Zhou Zaishui stood under the eaves for a long time with a sigh, then put away the dishes.
"I understand, I will inform Wenhua Academy."
Liu Chunfeng didn't say anything else. Some of the stories were naturally simple.
When Zhou Zaishui walked to the door with bowls and chopsticks, he remembered something again. He looked back at Liu Chunfeng and said, "There are some stains on your shoulders."
Liu Chunfeng turned to look at his shoulder. On the blue and white clothes, a drop of oil stain was naturally very conspicuous.
But Liu Chunfeng didn't care.
Stains may indeed be a no-go.
But that's just because the stain is old.
When the stains just started to fall on the shoulders, they were naturally bright and touching.
...
The old man who had been guarding the sea for decades in the southern part of Huangliang was sitting under a tree beside the stone steps on the mountain path in the fine snow. He was holding a wine pot like a chamber pot and some burnt-colored rice cookers. Nibbling with relish.
The small snowy town, with the distant wind of music and music, is naturally very comfortable.
My uncle has been at sea all his life, so he naturally has to enjoy it.
There were some footsteps coming from the narrow alley under the stone steps.
The old man didn't pay attention, but was ready to curse at any time with his mouth, which was salty and bad-mouthed after having been exposed to the sea breeze for several years after graduating from Xuanxuyuan - after all, those people in the alley were worried that they would die after drinking too much. He caused trouble to them nearby and would come up to harass him from time to time.
But the person who came up made the old man stunned for a moment.
Look at the circle of white clothes covering the eyes of the white-clothed swordsman.
"When did you become blind?"
Although this sentence sounded like a curse word, the old man said it very sincerely.
After all, I had a pleasant chat with this Huaian man that day.
Except this kid stubbornly used his wine flask as a chamber pot.
Zhang Xiaoyu sat down on the mountain path and said calmly: "Not long ago."
The old man looked at this young man with pity, although he could not be said to be very handsome, but he had clean features after all.
"how did you make it?"
The old man asked regretfully.
Zhang Xiaoyu tilted his head and said, "I saw some of the human world."
"?"
"Then I discovered that the world is really beautiful. There are green mountains and green waters, wind and snow in the mountains, music and music in the valleys, and smoke in the small towns."
Zhang Xiaoyu smiled and continued, "I found the picture too beautiful, so I didn't dare to look at it."
The old man was stunned for a long time, put away those regretful emotions, gnawed on the rice cooker in his hand, took a sip of wine, and said, "You Huai'an people are really fucking weird."
Zhang Xiaoyu chuckled softly and said: "When I was in Huai'an, I always heard people say that Huangliang people are always mysterious."
The old man frowned, looked at the wine bottle in his hand, thought for a while, and said: "There are people in Huangliang who are obsessed with gods and ghosts, but not everyone is obsessed with gods and ghosts. Look at me, I should be considered a materialist." A believer."
Zhang Xiaoyu said with a smile: "Yes, so some people in Huai'an are weird, but not all of them are weird. Look at me... I'm sorry, I am one of those weird people." .”
The old man smiled happily and threw two pieces of rice cake into Zhang Xiaoyu's arms.
Zhang Xiaoyu touched the thing in his arms and was stunned for a moment.
"You have good teeth, old man. At such an old age, you still like to chew rice cakes?"
The old man sighed.
"Who the hell loves to eat rice crackers? I was drunk and burned the rice, so I could only eat rice crackers."
"Ha ha ha ha."
The person who smiled happily turned into Zhang Xiaoyu again.
Zhang Xiaoyu also gnawed on the rice cake, which was probably too hard and dry, and reached out to the old man for some wine.
The old man handed over the wine bottle, then looked at the blindfolded swordsman in white with a strange expression, and drank the wine simply.
"Why are you not afraid that it is a chamber pot today?"
Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly: "Because I can't see, my sense of smell will be more prominent. It's enough to smell it as wine, but I still have to say that it is worse to drink wine than urine."
"Fuck you."
The old man smiled and took back his wine bottle, drinking it very dearly.
Zhang Xiaoyu sat in the fine snow on the mountain road and finished eating the rice cake. Then he stood up, carrying the empty scabbard on his back, and headed up the mountain road to face the snow.
The old man looked at Zhang Xiaoyu's back from behind and asked curiously: "The Chinese New Year is almost here, where are you going?"
Zhang Xiaoyu paused, stood quietly on the mountain path for a long time, and then said softly: "I'll pick up my sword."
"Where can I pick up your sword?" The old man always thought that Zhang Xiaoyu's scabbard was just a decoration, but he never thought that there would actually be a sword inside.
After all, the people of Huaian are strange and strange.
"I don't know, but I left it for next year. Maybe I'll meet him while walking."
The sword cultivator in white clothes said this.
Although he could no longer see the human world, he was still walking peacefully on the mountain road.
The white clothes beat the snow in the wind, but there were many black stains, like a mountain road that had been messily stepped on by many people.
Just like the mountain road at the foot of Zhang Xiaoyu.
