Lu Xiaoer and Yuan Sanzhou were making wine in the yard. Lu Xiaoer was worried that there would still be demons attacking tonight just like last night, so he didn’t drink too much, just took a few sips to let himself have some. Feeling a little tipsy.
Yuan Sanzhou, the disciple of the First Peak, had a better drinking capacity, but not much better. He cooked a pot of peach blossom wine, Lu Xiaoer drank two sips, and he drank four sips, and then he laughed at the young man shamelessly.
Lu Xiaoer was very calm in the face of such ridicule. He sat by the fire with his sword in his arms and said sincerely: "But I'm about to learn the ropes."
Yuan Sanzhou turned around silently.
Lu Xiaoer's talent might not be considered much in the human world, but it was certainly excellent in Lingnan.
The spring breeze in the world is late.
Nan Dao opened the door and walked in.
Lu Xiaoer and Yuan Sanzhou turned back and looked at the somewhat silent young man who walked in with a twilight spring breeze.
"Uncle, how's it going?"
Lu Xiaoer looked at Nan Dao and asked.
Ximen and Cheng Lu are masters of confusing words.
So Nan Dao didn't know how to talk to Lu Xiaoer and the others for a moment. He stood in silence at the entrance of the courtyard for a while, and then slowly said: "If I heard correctly, the demon clan should not come to Yunjue Town. ”
So the story goes back to Cheng Lu's question that Lu Xiaoer heard early in the morning.
If the demon tribe doesn't come to Yunjue Town, then where will they go?
Lu Xiaoer and Yuan Sanzhou both fell silent.
Nan Dao walked towards the yard, looked at Lu Xiaoer and said calmly: "Pack your luggage."
Naturally, Nandao didn't have much luggage, just one person, one umbrella and two swords. He had forgotten to take the cabbage that Wu Dalong brought him.
Lu Xiaoer was stunned for a moment, looked at Nan Dao and said, "Aren't you going to the East China Sea?"
Nan Dao looked at Lu Xiaoer quietly for a long time, and then said calmly: "I'm not going."
Nan Dao then looked at Yuan Sanzhou, who was sitting blankly aside.
"What about you? Do you want to go back?"
Yuan Sanzhou was silent for a long time and said, "Forget it."
This nineteen-year-old First Peak disciple naturally wants to return to Lingnan.
He is a serious Lingnan native.
But if everyone gets the news and wants to go back to Lingnan, then Yun Jue Town will lose a lot of defensive power.
Although according to what Ximen and Cheng Lu said, the demon army was targeting Shan Yue, Yun Jue Town still had to defend.
If Shanyue's side defends, the demon clan will definitely break out of Yunjue Town.
Nan Dao said nothing more.
He stood there quietly holding an umbrella.
Lu Xiaoer went back to the house to pack his luggage. Yuan Sanzhou sat there for a while, thought about it, took a wine pot, helped Nan Dao pour the wine boiling on the stove into the pot, and then warmed the pot. The hot wine was handed to Nan Dao.
This young swordsman was very calm.
He looked down at some peach blossoms left in the wine pot.
"Although it hasn't been long, when I came out, the peach blossoms in Lingnan had not yet bloomed. Senior brother will see it then. Remember to write to me when you have time."
Nan Dao raised his eyebrows and said, "Why do you say it as if you are going to die?"
Yuan Sanzhou smiled and said: "Back when I was in Nanyi City, I said something similar to the disciples at the First Peak. Destiny is unpredictable, and little Lingnan sword cultivators like us might die at any time. , although I have been very lucky to survive these two wars until now, but it is naturally difficult to know what will happen in the future, so I always have to make some preparations in advance, so that my senior brother can stand on a high ground in the future and be able to remember I am such a little swordsman."
It's probably like how out of the 80,000 sword cultivators in Lingnan, only 10,000 returned to Lingnan.
The little sword cultivator accidentally disappeared in the turbulence.
Yuan Sanzhou is probably one of the few young people who sees things clearly.
It can be seen in his nagging words on the first peak.
Nan Dao held the wine bottle in his hand, thought for a moment, and said, "Lu Xiaoer will tell you when the time comes."
Yuan Sanzhou nodded.
The two stood in the yard, waiting quietly for the young boy to pack his luggage.
It is naturally not uncommon for people to get together in a hurry and leave in a hurry.
Lu Xiaoer came out soon, carrying a baggage on his shoulder, just like he had come to the town a few days ago. There was also a small money bag in his hand.
It's for Sono Mifune.
Yuan Sanzhou looked at the money bag handed over by the young boy, obviously a little confused.
Lu Xiaoer, who learned generosity from Le Chaotian and brought lavish capital, is very sincere.
"You will be happier if you have money."
Of course you can be happy without money.
It’s just that having money makes you naturally happier.
Yuan Sanzhou smiled and took the money bag and stuffed it into his arms.
"Thank you, nephew."
Lu Xiaoer looked around again, then picked up the umbrella placed under the eaves column. There should be nothing missing, so he looked at Nandao.
"Are you leaving now, uncle?"
Nan Dao nodded.
The two teenagers walked side by side towards the outside of the courtyard.
Yuan Sanzhou followed the two of them for a while, and finally stopped when they were heading south out of the town.
"Bon Voyage."
The First Peak Sword Cultivator stood there with his sword on his back, looking at the two young men who walked away on the road, waving his hands and saying.
Have a safe journey, all the best, and happy new year.
These words are naturally simple and sincere.
Lu Xiaoer turned around and waved to Yuan Sanzhou.
Things like saying goodbye.
If you don't look back, that's cool.
If you look back, it will be brilliant.
Nan Dao didn't look back or wave, so he was neither chic nor brilliant.
Just walking on the road in silence.
...
Cheng Lu stood quietly on the long street not far behind Lingnan Jianxiu.
Just now, he planned to come over and ask Nan Dao personally if he really planned to go to Shanyue.
As a result, I saw two teenagers heading out of the town one after another.
Cheng Lu raised her eyebrows and stood on the street looking at the young man under the umbrella walking along the path under the smoke.
Are you really in such a hurry?
Cheng Lu always felt that something was wrong.
Cheng Lu didn't know how the boy made it all the way back to the yard across the long street.
Naturally, he didn't know that in this small town with a spring evening breeze, the young man had thought about those things before he didn't even wait for tomorrow, so he took a pot of peach blossom wine and left in a hurry.
It's just intuition.
It is nothing more than a rational and empirical judgment.
Cheng Lu and the boy were probably only acquainted with each other.
Reason cannot transcend experience.
So Cheng Lu was puzzled.
So he turned around and left this place.
.......
It is raining lightly in Sophora japonica.
The rule of the Siwu Demon Clan flowed away in the rain.
Mei Xiyu walked quietly on the street holding an umbrella amidst the commotion that gradually subsided.
The umbrella was given by the people from Heavenly Hell.
After Mei Xiyu walked out of the black door, she looked back and saw that Liu Qinghe and a heavenly warden were still there, looking at him with a smile.
Meaning unknown.
The Taoist from Qingtian Dao who took the blame frowned, but he didn't know what it meant, so he turned around and walked through the monsters and people coming and going, and walked out of the long street.
An official from the Kido Division was waiting on the street, holding a booklet in his hand. When he saw the Taoist coming out of the Heavenly Prison, he tilted his head and put the umbrella between his neck. He lowered his head and opened the booklet carefully. After comparing it, he came forward with a very decent smile.
"Lord Meixi Yumei?"
Mei Xiyu couldn't adapt to this title. Why did he suddenly become Master Mei?
Shouldn't it be Mei Zhenren, Mei Taoist?
So he paused for a moment, then looked at the official from the Kido Division, nodded, and said, "Yes."
Mei Xiyu did not question the title of "sir".
After all, the minor officials of the Kido Division naturally still belong to the category of ordinary people.
The world's people are small people, but I am a cultivator of the Great Dao. It is not surprising to be called an adult.
The official from the Kido Division handed the exquisitely crafted booklet to Mei Xiyu.
"This is your real estate register in Huaidu. Sir, be sure not to get lost. Although Kidoji has the register, it will still be a troublesome matter."
Mei Xiyu took the booklet, looked at Mr. Kido with some curiosity and said, "Why is it troublesome?"
The official smiled and said: "It's not easy to live in Huaidu. Although this courtyard is not big, it is worth 90,000 yuan. If it is lost, my lord will probably be in some trouble at Siwu."
Mei Xiyu was silent for a while.
"At noon?"
"These days during the Siwu Demon Clan's rule, some adults will strictly check the registers of urban households, and they will also search human residences."
Mr. Kido glanced around and then said briefly.
Mei Xiyu looked at the book in his hand quietly, then looked at the Chenghu clerk, without saying anything else.
Naturally, the little official in Huaidu didn't say much. He just said, "Come with me, adults." Then he turned around and walked into the rain.
The streets and alleys of Huaidu are ever-changing, and it is often difficult for people who have not lived in the city to know which way to go.
As the person in charge of human registration and residence, Kidoji is naturally familiar with this.
Although Huaidu was bustling, the two of them walked very smoothly, walking through the streets and alleys, up to the sky and into the earth.
It's like crossing the mountains and rivers of the world again.
Even Mei Xiyu, if it hadn't been for Dao Dao Xiu, would probably have been caught in it.
Even so, Mei Xiyu couldn't help but marvel at what a beautiful Sophora Capital.
When he first arrived, the people from Heavenly Prison were already waiting outside the city, so Mei Xiyu followed him directly to Heavenly Prison. Naturally, he did not take a close look at this majestic city on earth, which is located around Qingtian Road.
The officials of the Kido Division were probably a little proud when they heard Mei Xiyu's sigh.
"Yes, this is Huaidu."
And in such a magnificent and unpredictable capital, it is naturally a matter of pride for people who can still find their destination at any time.
The two of them walked to the end of the spring rain and finally appeared on a long street on the ground of Sophora Capital.
The official took Mei Xiyu to a courtyard.
"This is the courtyard prepared by Kidoji for your lord."
Mei Xiyu stood on the street, raised her umbrella, and looked at the courtyard door quietly.
As the official said, the courtyard is indeed not big, but it has a low-key sense of luxury.
Maybe it's really worth 90,000 gold.
Mei Xiyu lowered his head, looked at the officials aside, and said thank you.
"Thank you."
The official smiled slightly and said, "You don't have to be polite, sir."
This smile made Mei Xiyu frown subconsciously.
For some reason, he remembered Liu Qinghe's smile again when he left Heavenly Prison.
When he came back to his senses, the official had already held an umbrella and left slowly in the rain.
A worldly person indeed.
Mei Xiyu looked at the young official from the Kido Division quietly.
I just don’t know why, this Qingtian Taoist always has some faint uneasiness in his heart, and he doesn’t know where it comes from.
After a long time, Mei Xiyu withdrew his gaze. Just as he was about to open the door and go in, he felt something again and turned around while holding an umbrella.
Not far away, across the long street, a young man in white clothes holding a green umbrella was stopping there, looking at him with the same smile.
That look was completely different from that of Liu Qinghe or that official.
Just like when he stood in front of the Qingtian Dao teacher uncle.
It was as if he could see his divine sea clearly with just one glance.
Mei Xiyu's expression was stern, and Dao Wen appeared around her body, blocking those sight lines.
The young man under the green umbrella didn't pay attention. He just smiled and turned around and walked not far away.
There was an extremely majestic mansion there. The door slowly opened, and some servants came out to welcome the young man inside.
Mei Xiyu was silent for a long time, then her eyes moved up and landed directly above the mansion.
A large character like a sword appeared in Mei Xiyu's eyes.
Siwu.
The two words that could make Mei Xiyu's eyes tingle at a glance were obviously written by Kamigawa, one of the three swordsmen in the world.
The door closed silently.
Mei Xiyu was silent for a long time, her Taoist charm disappeared, and she stood outside the Chu Chang Street for a long time.
Pedestrians holding umbrellas hurried past here.
Mei Xiyu stopped him and pointed to the mansion across the long street.
"What is that place?"
The man gave Mei Xiyu a strange look, which probably had a meaning that even you didn't know.
"Si Wu Zhifu, the residence of the servant Zhongshui!"
Mei Xiyu fell silent again, let go of his hand, and let the pedestrian look back at her with that strange look as he walked away.
This Taoist from Qingtian Dao felt very complicated.
I roughly understand what Liu Qinghe’s smile means.
He turned around and looked at his yard.
The mansion in such a place costs more than 90,000 yuan?
Mei Xiyu wanted to scold her.
...
Chen He's tofu was not sold out today.
After all, spring rain is quite inconsistent with the bright and rich taste of sizzling tofu.
Tofu, if it is not sold out in the morning, will become sour in the afternoon.
Although the sizzling tofu has a distinct flavor, the inside of this soft tofu is tasteless. After the spiciness on the surface wears off, the sour taste hidden inside will permeate the lips and teeth, making people feel irritated.
Naturally, Chen He would not do such a thing of self-destruction. He put the stall away, soaked the unfinished tofu in water, and walked back with the cart.
Although the remaining tofu has not been sold out, you can also take it back to make some spicy tofu. Xu Chunhua, a girl from a small northern town, really likes to eat such things.
As for those that are too much, you can deep-fry them and make fried tofu, which can be stored for a long time. Leave some to make fried tofu skewers and sell them with sizzling tofu tomorrow. If there are too many, Chen He will They are sold in nearby restaurants, fried tofu cubes are added with extra oil and salt, and put into hot pot. Naturally, they are the most delicious thing in the world.
Since coming to Huaidu, Chen He has begun to plan carefully.
After all, it costs money to buy soft tofu and you can't waste it. It's better to make a little bit.
The owner of the restaurant near the alley was quite nice. After eating Chen He's sizzling tofu, he was so amazed that he enthusiastically invited Chen He to have hot pot.
Chen He had to go back and wait for Xu Chunhua to come back, so naturally he never had hot pot there.
So the restaurant owner asked Chen He to take Xu Chunhua to eat with him when he was free.
Chen He smiled and said yes.
I just probably know it in my heart.
Xu Chunhua would not be free until she found Mei Xiyu.
If you find Mei Xiyu, you won't be free.
But it's not a sentimental thing.
So Chen He did smile sincerely.
When pushing the Tianyan car all the way back to the alley, Xu Chunhua didn't come back again.
Chen He was not surprised.
As the two of them stayed in Huaidu for longer and longer, they became somewhat familiar with the streets and alleys, and also sensed some of the changing patterns of this vast city.
So Xu Chunhua walked further and further.
He also comes back later and later.
Maybe one day, she will run back very late at night, carrying a lantern, hungry but excited, and tell Chen He that she has found where Mei Xiyu is.
So that little white flower in the world bloomed in the right spring rain.
Chen He did not wait for Xu Chunhua outside the courtyard anymore. He opened the courtyard door and moved everything in. Then he set up an oil pan under the locust tree in the courtyard and began to cut the tofu into pieces. After pouring the oil, he started Pour the tofu in, hold a mesh sieve, and sit next to it and watch the spring rain in the yard.
There was rain all over the courtyard, and Chen He made several large vats to fill the yard with water.
Unfortunately, there is not enough rain in Huaidu, and we have not received half a tank of water so far.
Chen He stared at Chun Yu in a daze for a while. There was gradually a sizzling sound in the oil pan on the side. Chen He turned his head and saw that the tofu already had a bright yellow color, like a crispy rice cake. The sound was like a sizzling sound. It was the sound of the water in the tofu coming into contact with the oil that was gradually heating up.
When Chen He first fried tofu, he boiled the oil, then picked up the tofu and poured it in. As a result, he almost burned himself to death.
So I learned to be smart later.
Add the tofu and oil to the pan together.
While Chen He was carefully watching the cooking of the tofu, the door to the courtyard was pushed open.
Xu Chunhua, holding a small white umbrella, walked in wearing a skirt that was a little wet from the spring rain. She saw Chen He frying tofu there, so she walked over and took a second look.
“Isn’t it sold out today?”
Chen He nodded.
Xu Chunhua sighed with regret.
Chen He didn't care, after all, he could go to the restaurant to sell fried tofu if he couldn't sell out.
"I'll go cook later. I left a piece of soft tofu over there. I'll make spicy tofu for you today."
Chen He said, picked up the mesh sieve and took out a piece of fried tofu from the oil pan. After draining the oil, he dipped it in some salt and handed it to Xu Chunhua.
"Eat a piece of fried tofu first for comfort."
"Okay. Then I'll go cook the rice first."
...
In the alleys of Chunyu Huaidu, it is naturally a very simple story.
