Lanke Chess Edge

Master Qingsong Taoist and his disciples are not fools after all. Although Mr. Ji didn't say anything, it is already obvious whether these two brocade robed people are mortals.

This era is not due to the time in my previous life, when there were not so many reliable means of transportation. A bighead carp weighing several tens of catties from the Tongtian River was carried up the mountain alive, and I couldn’t see its face clearly.

Thanks to this big fish, Yunshanguan's kitchen is full of excitement from killing fish to cooking.

Thanks to the large enough stove and pot, otherwise it would be difficult to cook that big fish head.

When it's time for dinner, apart from vegetables, fruits and vegetables and some bacon, the highlight is naturally fish.

The wild ginger in the mountains, together with the new pickled cabbage bought by the people at the foot of the mountain, plus the old peppercorns and a kind of seasoning called dried spicy peppers, make a fresh, salty and slightly spicy fish head soup.

A table of eight immortals was placed in the front yard of the Taoist temple. Apart from the dishes in a circle, the most eye-catching thing was a big pot.

That's right, because they didn't have a big enough bowl and didn't want to destroy the integrity of the fish soup, Taoist Qingsong and his apprentice used a spare pot as a serving utensil, put four suitable stones on it, and served it directly on the table.

This way of eating is relatively new, and the seasoning is really okay. With the addition of today's good mood, Lao Long doesn't feel any better, but Long Zi Yingfeng eats it heartily, and feels that Taoist Qingsong's cooking skills are really passable.

For the two dragons, this meal is actually just a taste, and it is impossible to eat enough.

The food is home-cooked, and the wine is the local wine that Huang Xingye sent up that day. It is not rare, but the atmosphere is better than that at the Shuifu birthday banquet. The dinner table is full of fun.

By the time we were full of wine and food, the sky was completely dark.

The father and son of the Ying family, Ji Yuan, chatted in the Guanzhong courtyard until very late, mainly Ji Yuan chatted with Lao Long, a store of strange knowledge from the previous life, plus the state of mind and perception of this life, what to talk about I can say a few words, with my own way and experience, and I have my own opinions on everything I say.

Ji Yuanhui couldn't help asking about things he didn't know but was interested in, such as the current situation in all walks of life in the ten directions, and listening to the old dragon's views on some things.

The old dragon will also ask what he wants to know out of curiosity, for example, he mentioned the sword mark on the edge of Chunhui Mansion in Jizhou, and Ji Yuan organized words to tell the story of people flying swords thousands of miles in Yizhou to kill evil spirits. After a while, although the words were simple, they both fascinated Longzi and the two Taoists.

Of course, the topic sometimes flies around. For example, because Ji Yuan mentioned the fish for dinner, he turned to how to cook the essence of water like Yinqiaozi, which is also a bit strong.

Ji Yuan chatted with interest, whether it was his own curious questions or some discussion topics, the old dragon could talk a few words, since he came to this world, he rarely had such a happy chat, and he felt that the old dragon had the same mentality.

What's even more rare is that both of them have no scruples about minor details, and they can see their true temperament in the heart-to-heart conversation. They can talk about whatever they want, and they can criticize immortals or despise other dragons.

Then, from the stars, the sun, and the moon to the growth of all things, from the astray of demons to the right way, from the change of dynasty to the rise and fall of aristocratic families, you can talk about everything you want.

Some truths are explored to the end, and it is inevitable that they will get stuck. At this time, the fate is often blessed to the soul, and the soul will recall a sentence or two of Huang Ting's morality in the previous life, and the meaning will be self-evident when it is blurted out. Today, the conversation becomes more and more talkative. The feeling of metaphysics.

The further back, even Long Zi Yingfeng didn't dare to interrupt casually, just listened carefully.

...

"Ah... ho... I'm sleepy...Mr. Ji, you talk, I want to go to bed."

"Yes, me too……"

The yawns of the two people were considered to put the topic on hold.

Qi Xuan and Qi Wen could only understand a little bit of many things, and most of them were in a fog. At first, they could sit with them out of curiosity, but now they couldn't bear the sleepiness anymore.

"Hey, don't go, don't go, it's good to hear, you two Taoists don't know what is good or bad, do you know how many high-ranking guys in the world can't ask for it?"

Long Ziyingfeng pulled Taoist Qingsong and Qi Wen to refuse to let go, the two yawning people had no choice but to ask Ji Yuan for help, they are not fools, of course they can distinguish some of the strange things in it, but it was okay at first, and the more they listened later The more the mind is raised, the meeting is really unbearable.

"Let them go to sleep, the two priests are no stronger than you, Your Highness."

After Ji Yuan said so, Long Zi had no choice but to let go, looking at Qi Xuan and Qi Wen with that kind of regret in his eyes.

After the two Taoists left, Long Zi, who was full of expectation to continue listening, found that his father and Uncle Ji had stopped talking.

The old dragon stood up slowly, and cupped his hands at Ji Yuan.

"Mr. Tongji chatted all night, this old man has benefited a lot!"

Ji Yuan also stood up and returned the gift solemnly.

"Ji also gained a lot from each other."

Long Zi was a little dazed, looking at the color of the east, although it was still gray, but he felt that the dawn was approaching, so it turned out that the night had passed before he knew it.

But at this moment, Lao Long and Ji Yuan had left the table.

"It's almost time, and it's time for this old man to say goodbye. Next time, I will be the first one to come to Mr. Ji for a drink with the newly brewed ambergris."

"Well, next time I will go to the garden shop to buy some old Qianrichun, so that the old man can taste it."

"It's a deal!"

"It's a deal!"

The old dragon smiled and looked at the dragon son who was still in front of the table.

"What are you still doing, let's go!"

"Oh, ah? Dad, why are you leaving in such a hurry, Tongtianjiang has a younger sister, and you are not Jiangshen."

The old dragon shook his head, Ling Ling grabbed the dragon and flew away, and if he stayed behind, his son would have to be thick-skinned and ask for trouble.

Ji Yuan watched Long Ying fly away, feeling extremely happy. After talking this night, the old dragon said that he had benefited a lot, so it was even more so for Ji.

Going to see the sunrise, but there is one more thing before that.

Ji Yuan jumped lightly, stepped out of Yunshan Temple like floating catkins, and landed in front of a bush next to the kitchen outside the temple. He bent down and reached under the bush to feel for a while, and he took out two fur-colored ash White little things.

It was the two minks with unhealed old wounds, who had already passed out.

"Tsk tsk tsk, you two are also lucky, but if you get eaten by bobcats, birds and beasts while sleeping here, it will be too miserable. Let's sleep in another place."

Standing up again and jumping into the Yunshan Temple, Ji Yuan swung the two little sables into the kitchen of the Taoist temple and threw them under the pile of firewood.

When the world is white, watch the sun rise above the sea of ​​clouds. The power of the sun will lead to the vigorous heart fire. .

. . .

Ji Yuan consciously practiced diligently without hindrance, and practiced in Yunshan Mountain to experience the magic and magic, sometimes at Yanxia Peak, sometimes at Guanri Peak, and sometimes at other peaks.

Sometimes in the early morning, the sea of ​​clouds rises, the white mist rises, and sometimes in the evening, you can experience the change of yin and yang at the moment of balance between the lunar yin and the sun.

When no one is disturbing and distracting thoughts, it often takes several days to try out an idea of ​​borrowing the breeze to express the spirit, and even Ji Yuan will ride the clouds to chase a breeze like a child, wanting to reproduce the spirit.

And it is not a matter of one day and one night to keep trying to draw out the real fire of samadhi.

Ji Yuan spends a small part of his time watching and sleeping in Yunshan Mountain, and most of the time he just sits directly in the mountain. It’s not that he doesn’t want to sleep on the bed, but because he understands the magic and it’s easy to forget the time. He really “forgets eating and sleeping”.

Sometimes when one is not paying attention, the time actually jumps from ten to ten, and a year and a half have passed in a blink of an eye, and Ji Yuan has to sigh: "There is no time in the mountains."

During the period, Huang Xingye visited Yunshan Temple again and other trivial matters, but none of them had anything to do with Ji Yuan.

As the party involved in the evil recruiting incident, Huang Xingye still has a lot of troubles. Even if there is no special order from the land lord, Huang Xingye does not intend to publicize the ghosts and gods. There is an explanation from the government, and at the same time, it also needs to deal with all the government's affairs.

Even though there were some troublesome things in the middle, Huang Xingye still felt at ease in general. After all, the danger to his life was gone.

When everything was settled, Huang Xingye brought someone to visit Yunshan again to express his gratitude. Even though he knew that the one who went down the mountain with him was not Taoist Qingsong, he finally asked for a savior from Yunshan. Send gifts to Yunshan.

. . .

Spring goes to summer solstice and cicadas sing, summer goes to autumn and golden wind rises.

It was already the second year of autumn for Ji Yuan Yunshan Qingxiu, far away in Ning'an County, Desheng Prefecture, Jizhou. This year, in the small pavilion of Ju'an, the jujube trees bloomed again but did not bear fruit.

In fact, the jujube tree in Ju'an Xiaoge bloomed lushly last year but produced few fruits. Yin Qing climbed up the tree and counted the number of times. Hundred grains.

These jujubes are all big and red, very attractive, especially the earliest batch of fire dates preserved two years ago are as bright as fire, sometimes Yin Qing will have the illusion that the fire dates have a shimmer at night.

On this day, Yin Qing was sitting on the stone table in Ju'an Xiaoge reading a book, because under the jujube tree, he felt that it was easier to concentrate and breathe more freely, and in this summer and autumn, there was always a faint breeze under the jujube tree Blowing, very cool.

A book of "Li Xue" has already been memorized by heart, Yin Qing put down the book and looked up at the attractive dates on the jujube tree.

"Hey... It's been almost two years and you haven't allowed me to pick a single one. How stingy... Daddy, a three-yuan champion, failed to stay in the capital in the end. He went to Wanzhou to become a magistrate, and my mother went together I’m in Wanzhou but I can’t go, I’m going, who will clean the house and the small pavilion, who will take care of the jujube tree You, I have worked so hard, can’t you give me a jujube to comfort me!”

Yin Qing chattered and said that the jujube tree just swayed with the breeze and did not respond, just like an ordinary fruit tree.

"Hey... I'm going to the academy in a while, I can't see you every day, I can only come back every half a month, hey..."

Sighing, Yin Qing raised his head quietly again, the jujube tree was still swaying in the wind.

"Well, you big jujube tree, you have a heart of stone, no, you have a hard head!"

Just as he was talking bitterly, when Yin Qing lowered his head, he suddenly noticed a burst of fire coming from the half-open courtyard door.

"Little Fox!"

A sound of surprise came out of Yin Qing's mouth, and before he could say another word, he suddenly found a flaming red date falling right on top of the fox's head.

"Boom~"

The red fox immediately jumped away as if frightened, held his head and looked up, only to see another jujube enlarged in front of his eyes.

"Boom~"

"Woo..."

The fox's claws rubbed his nose, and before he could take a breath, there were three more "dong dong dong..." sounds above his head.

Yin Qing stared at this scene dumbfounded, and pointed at the jujube tree with trembling fingers.

"You...you are eccentric! You are too eccentric!"