Naturally, he went back to his room to wait. He swung his left arm in a round dance, and after swearing to the sky with Ye Xiayou, he went to monitor the two Taoist priests of the Laoshan sect, a man and a woman, in the middle of the night. A Taoist couple.
This made Ye Sangen very curious as to why this Taoist couple was chosen by the master to go to Wudang. As Shi Gandang said, the Laoshan sect was the first to realize the truth. If they sent people to inform the Taishan sect out of moral reasons and warned them not to go into this muddy water, they could have chosen not to come, or in March Three days later, the imperial court sent officials to preside over the ten-year ceremony, and it was not too late for them to come again.
The fact that he chose to go to Hushan made Ye Sangeng a little confused. It was more than two quarters of an hour after Shen Zheng, and the sun in the west of the mountains gradually hid behind the mountains, making the shady areas look a little dark. The birds in the mountains gradually returned, and at this time they all headed towards the sun.
The place the Taoist couple chose to rest at night was an abandoned Taoist temple halfway up the mountain. Most of the walls collapsed and the house would be able to serve as a shelter from the wind and rain. However, when you look up, you can see the stars in the sky, which can be regarded as a canopy. Dilu.
Ye Sangeng, who was not far away, didn't understand the natural method followed by this group of Taoist priests. The Taoist couple just wrapped some side dishes in oil paper from the kitchen, took a few pancakes, sat on the floor, and drank water to satisfy their hunger.
According to their health-preserving habits, which they attach great importance to, they pay attention to eating less at dinner. Just watching the two of them finish eating and tidying up, I felt uncomfortable for them at midnight. This would have to last until early tomorrow morning, which would take at least five hours. Can you bear it?
Touching the four or five hot pancakes freshly baked in my arms, I felt a sense of comfort in the middle of the night. According to the time of the previous murders, there was still a quarter of an hour before the murderer committed the crime. Smelling the unique aroma of the pancakes in his arms, he wanted to eat one in advance in the middle of the night.
But I saw a man coming down the mountain. Wearing an unusual moon-white Taoist robe, Shi Gandang. He trotted down as sneakily as a thief, obviously coming for midnight.
Still a few feet away, Shi Gandang deliberately lowered his voice and said, "Third Young Master, have you eaten?" For this particularly attentive young Taoist priest, Ye San was not even disgusted, but he definitely didn't like him.
Too lazy to talk to Shi Dadan, Ye Sangen found a tree that could block his body and sat on the ground. He took out a yellow-faced pancake, and its soft texture made him more appetizing.
But Shi Gandang reached into his large robe and took out a bulging piece of oil paper, which was enough to fit into the palm of two hands.
In an instant, the aroma overflowed and hit your nostrils. Holding it with one hand and peeling off the oil paper layer by layer with the other hand, Shi Gandang said with a flattering face: "I was joking with the Third Young Master this morning. The Third Young Master has a lot of people. Don't be as knowledgeable as Xiaodao. In order to apologize, I specially I went to the mountains to catch a pheasant, carefully marinated it, and smoked it over a low fire. It was the best meal in my cooking career." When the red and shiny roasted chicken appeared in front of me, coupled with the tempting The aroma is so delicious that in the middle of the night, I suddenly feel that the pancake in my hand is just that.
Even if he tried to hide it, he could still see the movement in his throat. The bottom of his tongue was filled with saliva in the middle of the night. He couldn't help but swallow his saliva and reluctantly moved his eyes to the pancake.
But I couldn't stop talking anymore. Naturally seeing Ye San's embarrassment, Shi Gandang held up the roast chicken and handed it to Ye San Geng.
"Try it, Third Young Master. I dare to bet that if you take one bite, it will be so delicious that you won't be able to stop." The young Taoist priest who boasted about selling melons to Mrs. Wang specially placed the roasted chicken less than a foot away in front of the midnight watch. It lingers everywhere, and the aroma is even more intense.
Ye Sangen took a hard bite of the pancake and remained unmoved. Shi Gandang put down the roasted chicken again, took out the bronze flat pot from his pocket, pulled out the cork with his teeth, and said, "Third Young Master, the chicken is in one hand and the wine in the other. The more you drink, the better." The pancake, which I couldn't swallow no matter what, turned over and over in my mouth. After all, I still couldn't resist such delicious food. I was so disappointed that I tore off a chicken leg. After all, I stayed in the mountains for more than ten days. I either drank medicine or If you are a vegetarian, you eat cucumbers, radishes and wild vegetables all day long. No matter how delicious it is, there won't even be any oil or water in your stomach. If you continue like this, you will probably turn into a rabbit.
Just taking one bite into the mouth made the pancake go down much more smoothly. I held the chicken drumstick between the pancake in one hand, took the wine bottle with the other, and drank it in two mouthfuls. It was really delicious.
"How about it? It tastes good." Shi Gandang still didn't forget to show off,
"Our chicken, dragon liver and phoenix marrow are a little inferior. Our wine, nectar and jade liquid are a bit inferior. Let's put it this way, this thing can only be found in the sky, and the human world can smell it several times...eat it several times." It's not a good look to eat someone's soft-spoken words and short-handed people, and to ignore their emotions and reasons. He swallowed the food in his mouth in the middle of the night, and praised it intentionally or unintentionally: "The emperor will have to invite you to the palace after I eat it." You make it for him every day." In fact, he is not picky about food and drink, not to mention that compared with an extremely fastidious gourmet like Ye Xiayou, even an ordinary family can have three simple meals a day.
It seems that the past ten days have been like this. Regardless of whether the compliment was genuine or not, Shi Gandang's smile almost rolled to the back of his head, and he kept on being silly.
In the middle of the night, he said: "Keep your voice down, don't let anyone find out." Shi Gandang clapped his lips in cooperation, and taking advantage of the harmonious atmosphere at the moment, he took advantage of the situation and said: "Pindao has discovered the path of Wudang Mountain since noon. Friends deliberately approached us people. The senior brother who followed me when I was roasting chicken thought that I was well hidden and looked down on me too much. I searched for the Third Young Master all the way and found this place. I saw that the Third Young Master was also here guarding Chen, Fellow Taoist Fu, what have you discovered?" Ye Sangen really didn't want to explain too much to him, so he asked, "Where is the Taoist priest who is following you?"
"Get rid of it." Shi Gandang scratched his head.
"Am I unnecessary?" Ye San even smiled bitterly. Sure enough, the Wudang sect was stretched thin, especially those with decent cultivation, such as the Taoist priest who followed Shi Gandang, who showed his weakness early and was thrown away as soon as they met.
In the middle of the night, I could only pray to the Taoist priest who was following the murderer. No matter who he was, I hoped that his cultivation would be higher and that he would never be discovered.
Seeing Ye Sangen's weird smile, Shi Gandang tentatively said: "How about I go back and let him catch up again." Ye Sangen rolled his eyes, ate all the chicken legs in his hand, and said sarcastically: "What are you doing? It’s just that I ate too many pickles.”
"Can you hold on?"
"Easy."
"..." Just as he was about to reach out and tear off another piece of meat, he suddenly realized something was wrong in the middle of the night. He was only focusing on eating himself and forgetting about the person next to him.
Shaking his head towards the roast chicken on the ground with a hint of embarrassment, he said in the middle of the night: "Together?"
"It's so good." It's hard to imagine that logically speaking
"Dongdao" was actually called
The "guests" are courteous at midnight. Also sitting on the floor, Shi Gan immediately tore off large pieces of chicken breast. The meat in this area is the most difficult to chew and the taste is extremely difficult to control. If not handled properly, it will be like eating cotton wool and difficult to swallow. If the heat is controlled well and the processing techniques are exquisite, the land of Sichuan and Sichuan is regarded as the No. 1 imperial banquet stir-fry. The pot-fried diced chicken, supplemented by diced courgettes, radish grains and peanuts, is bright red in color and has a smooth and crispy texture. It is moderately sweet and sour, but spicy but not dry, and is delicious. It can definitely be regarded as a fine dish to go with wine.
It is said that this is where some of the most discerning diners start their meal. This is the case in the night, so it is often laughed at in the middle of the night. After all, the food tastes like chewing wax, worse than chicken ribs. The fingers can also teach people to experience some unusual fun.
Just as I had it at home back then
"Ten not eating" these meticulous people, this far-flung gourmet has a tricky taste, and the kitchen manager Zhu Yeqing, who has been serving Ye Minglin's food for thirty years, is a headache.
It is said that the food she likes was even praised by the late emperor. She even accidentally added a side of fried chicken during a palace banquet, which made her famous among the wealthy people in the capital.
The ridiculous scene of "little girls stepping on lotus flowers, hiding their faces and fighting for chickens". Shi Gandang actually made this choice, thinking about it in the middle of the night, he was also a foodie.
Shi Gandang used both hands to tear the whole chicken breast into pieces as thin as chopsticks and threw them into his mouth one by one. His expression was indescribable.
He said: "Looking at the third young master who just came up and tore the chicken legs first, you know that he is also a meat-loving person. But if you really want to talk about it, it is just delicious, far from being as good at eating as the second young lady." When the other party mentioned his second sister who knew a little bit about everything, Ye Sangen became more interested.
"Do you still know my sister?" Unexpectedly, this young Taoist priest who we had just interacted with today suddenly became energetic as if he hadn't had a good rest for several days.
"Compared to the other less famous young ladies in the palace of the patron prince, the second young lady can be regarded as a famous person in the Zhou Dynasty. She plays music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine, flowers and tea, rituals, music, and imperial poems. It seems that every time I hear rumors about the second young lady, , always revolves around something new, it seems that there is nothing in the world that she can’t do, which is really the envy of women all over the world. I remember one year, except for government orders, all the news from that capital was about the second young lady and Jianghu The thing about a gentleman in Zhongba Ya is that he is so talented and unrestrained that people yearn for him. In addition, I have often heard the pilgrim who is familiar with the Third Young Master’s family mention that he doesn’t know much about the Second Young Lady’s many deeds. Anyway, he can Let’s chat.” This explanation is also expected. My two sisters and twin brothers and sisters have been enlightened since birth, and the first words they learned were from Infinite Heavenly Lord or Amitabha Buddha. It is indeed not as good as Ye Xie, who grew up on Panshan Mountain and whose name is second but actually has three names.
However, once again hearing the other party mention the Taishan Taoist pilgrim who was familiar to him, his curiosity was aroused again in the middle of the night. Just when he was about to ask who that person was, he saw Shi Gandang put the last bite of chicken breast into the In his mouth, he took out a bronze flat pot from his arms.
Unlike the refreshing taste at midnight, Shi Gandang just took a sip and let out a sigh of relief.
Smacking his lips, the young Taoist priest added another sentence immediately after what he just said,
"It's not like the Third Young Master, who has a reputation for fighting." Before he could swallow a mouthful of peach blossom wine brewed from Taishan Mountain Spring, Ye San was even more impatient and asked, "Can you speak? "I didn't want to pay attention to this Taoist priest whose words and deeds could always make people angry. At midnight, he turned around and looked at the Taoist monk in the dilapidated house.
Still maintaining the same actions as before, they sat in a corner of the room after a simple dinner. The two of them kept a subtle distance, neither far nor close.
At least they can take care of each other the first time. For example, you can reach out and touch the other person. Shi Gandang apologized profusely, for fear of making the other party unhappy again. After all, the incident at noon was still fresh in his mind.
Beating someone is not called beating, it is called hammering. The key point is that the great monk is really hammering. This is the only one in the world.
After all, he was still soft-spoken. Ye Sangen waved his hand and said: "Okay, stop saying a few words from now on and no one will treat you as a mute." Shi Gandang smiled sarcastically.
In the middle of the night, he licked his lips at the Taoist priest from the Laoshan sect over there and said, "Learn from me and talk less." While chewing the chicken ribs that were tasteless but a pity, Shi Gandang didn't even raise his head.
"But they are really dumb."
"..."
