Nightfall

That cliff is not to allow Ning Que to watch, but Ning Que to watch. He stared at the clouds and fog between the cliffs, and at the looming stone windows in the gathering room, his eyes became more and more sore, and finally it seemed that he had hit Wan Jian. It was hard to support, and he began to cry with his eyes closed, and he was very sad. When he opened his eyes Already swollen and peachy.

He did not know the name of the formation of the cliff, but he really realized the magic of this formation. He thought that Daomen was indeed the first school in the world, and the background was profound. Although there were slight signs of decline in these years, at least Nothing was visible around the Xiling Temple.

The formation between the cliffs is to prevent people from prying into the pagoda, as long as you maintain a sufficient distance, or do not insist on seeing through the cloud, there will be no terrible lethality.

Ning Que is not afraid, just thinking that the formation of the Xiling Temple is so powerful, and the formation in the mind-keeping concept is even more amazing. Last year, the brother of the late autumn went to watch and observe. If Chen Pipi did something in the watch and watch beforehand, I am afraid that it would be difficult for him to enter the view, not to mention the divine book in the watch and then the watcher is caught. Long time.

I do n’t know what Chen Pipi is doing now. He looks at the flowing clouds between Taoshan cliffs, and some miss his best friend in the world. Then he remembered Chen Pipi's father, who was chopping out the lord of Chang'an City with ten thousand knives. Now the lord of the lord does not know his life or death. No matter whether it is the Tang Kingdom or the Xiling Temple, there is no news of him. He does not know that the great character is back. Knowing how to watch, he had already died on the journey home and became a cold body in the straw mat.

Ning Que has never seen Uncle Xiao, and the subject is the most powerful human he has seen after the teacher. At this time, when I think back to the battle on Chang'an Snow Street, I still feel awe. If such a powerful human would It silently disappeared in the long river of history, and he welcomed such an ending, and would regret it.

Left the cliff and walked through the peach blossoms of Wanshu to return to the Tianyuyuan Shudian. He went through the old temple repair files and wanted to find some clues about the formation on the cliff, but there was nothing to gain. When he woke up from the sea of ​​books, it was too early in the morning, but hunger came from his belly, and he remembered that he had not eaten breakfast today, and went to the kitchen to look at the rice dishes, but he did not want to start.

Since Sang Sang grew up, Heng Genshao cooks himself, especially now in the Xiling Temple. Every time he stands in front of the stove and looks at the Huanghuang Temple outside the window, he feels very annoyed.

However, people always have to eat. Even in his current state, it is not a big deal if he does not enter more than ten grains of rice, but the psychological and spiritual needs must be met. It was at this time that he remembered that when the master took him and Sang Sang through the Xiling last summer, he once took himself to eat a good thing.

There is a flowing stone bridge outside the town. The scenery is beautiful, and you can see Taoshan more than twenty miles away. However, this is not the right way, so there are not many believers who come to worship the mountain.

There is an old man with wrinkles in the shop opposite the Dao Temple. The door of the shop is decorated with several tin buckets sealed with yellow mud. Some broken buckets exude a sweet fragrance along the outside. The old man was drinking, the fingers covered with yellow cocoons pinched a pinch of peanuts from time to time and chewed into his lips, the wrinkles on his face were covered with black ash, and the ash floating in the metal bucket had accumulated for decades, which had not washed Clean.

An ordinary carriage stopped in front of the shop. The girl in white stared at those tin barrels, and was a little curious. She wondered what sweet potato was baked in it. How could it be so sweet and fragrant? Someone eats it in the hot summer. Even the Holy Girl has to leave Taoshan to buy it?

They came a little late, and the sweet potatoes that had been cooked in front were bought by the deacon of the two temple oracles, so they had to wait outside the shop. This waiting process was really boring.

Sang Sang was sitting in the car, she did n’t feel bored. In her view, the emotion of boredom is boredom that only humans have. Time for her is just the order in which things happen, it does n’t involve meaning, and her time It has always been useful. For example, she looked at the heat and fragrance coming out of the baked sweet potato bucket through the curtains. In fact, she was feeling the rules of heat, that is to say, feeling herself. If you let someone know what she is doing at this time, she will definitely think that she is very narcissistic, but in fact, she does not even have the emotion of narcissism.

More than ten Xiling Temple **** cavalry escorted a priest and walked outside the town to see their direction. They should cross the stream and go directly back to Taoshan.

The priest is He Mingchi.

He studied with Li Qingshan, the master of the Tang Dynasty, and was the most important person in the Xiling Temple in Tang Dynasty. Changan's blood and fire were his means overnight. The most important thing was that he destroyed the shocking array in Changan City. It is said that he is more important than the cavalry of the Xiling Temple alone.

The Xiling Temple knew that He Mingchi must be the most wanted target of the Tang State and the Academy. During the negotiation between the Temple and the Tang State, they consciously did not include his safety in the conditions, because they understood that Tang State, especially the Academy, could not accept Because of this condition, for safety reasons after the war, the temple sent He Mingchi to the south to avoid the limelight for a period of time, and did not let him return to Taoshan until now.

Sang Sang looked at He Mingchi in the distance through the car curtain. There was no emotion on her face, but somehow a very disgusted emotion came out of her body. She knew that this person was extremely loyal to herself and taught the loyal dog. Her cronies will definitely be given a heavy duty after returning to the temple, but she just hates this person.

Didn't know why, she knew why she hated the ant in the red robe, but she didn't accept this reason, so she thought she didn't know, then she didn't know.

The sweet potatoes were finally baked. The old man narrowed his eyes and took out three hot sweet potatoes from his hands with bare eyes. It seemed that he could not feel the hotness from his fingers at all.

The girl in white took the money from her waist and put it down, holding the hot sweet potato back to the carriage, lifting the curtain and handing in one, and then handing the remaining two to her companion.

The sound of whip was clear, the sound of the wheel gradually sounded, and then suddenly stopped.

The girl in white stopped the carriage because she felt the irresistible will from the carriage. She and her companion sat quietly in front of the car, waiting for what might happen.

A moment later, a young man wearing shrine miscellaneous costumes walked to the shop and looked at the old man and asked, "Your shop has really opened for a thousand years?"

Ning Que saw the ordinary carriage outside the shop, but didn't care much, but when he saw the two girls made of snow, he couldn't help thinking of his little black maid, thinking in silence, since it was for the owner At home, black is better than white. No matter how you clean it, it wo n’t get dirty, right?

The old man narrowed his eyes and said, "My grandpa's grandpa's ..."

Ning Que is not ready to hear him finish the ancestral spectrum, took out the copper plate and said, "Give me three."

Said the old man: "My sweet potato is big, you can't eat three alone."

Ning was short of buying three sweet potatoes. Chunya was one of the subconscious behavior teachers, one of them, and one of Sangsang. After listening to this, they realized it and said, "These two are good."

The old man took out two sweet potatoes with his bare hands and handed him over, collected the copper plate, and started drinking again.

Confucius once said that when it is red in the hot summer, it must be eaten while it is hot. It is like eating ice in winter. It seeks the extreme of the extreme, the stimulation of the stimulation.

Ning Que is not a pure filial apprentice. He has forgotten many things the teacher said, but he has never forgotten everything the teacher said about eating, because he insists that he is called the greatest person in the world. Than, the title of the world's greatest foodie is more suitable for teachers.

He took the sweet potato and sat on the threshold. The fingers squeezed and tore the potato skin slightly. The red and yellow soft meat flicked with heat, and was exposed in the sky of the deep summer. The sweet breath spread out all around.

He endured the sensation of scalding and began to eat potato meat, his tongue sticking out.

In the compartment, Sang Sang looked at the man on the threshold across the curtain. There was no emotion on her face and she was absolutely indifferent. However, she didn't even notice that the sweet potato in her hand was crumpled.

She frowned in disgust, looked at the steaming potato meat, raised her hand to take a bite, and then began to eat non-stop, it seemed that she didn't feel any heat at all.

The town of deep summer is sultry but quiet. The tree behind the house suddenly sounded cicadas. The cicadas who had finished their nap began to celebrate their meeting with their companions after half an hour.

He sat on the threshold and ate sweet potatoes.

She sat in the car and ate sweet potatoes.

There is a thin curtain in the middle.

The sweet potato shop was very quiet. The old man drank a few glasses of wine and chewed three pinches of peanuts. It was just when he was very young. He tapped the bucket edge with grey fingers and began to hum.

Ning Que sat on the threshold, listening to the song although it was simple ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ but it was a bit tempting, especially though the word is ordinary, but the details are somewhat interesting, and gradually fascinated.

"Pick up the hatchet, and scare the moving mountain ghost. The rain hits the banana leaves, and only last year's cicada slid on the shoes.

Kietou went up, and the laughter on the cloud came from the monkey's mouth. After many years of idleness, Tao Fan under the rotten leaves accumulated old and gray. Hongluo Dongyuan, Shirayuki regarded the paw print as a burden. Looking at the sky, Yunyan dissipated like clouds. "

Ning Que holding sweet potatoes, said startled, "Some mean."

The guests applauded, and the old man became more proud. The voice of singing gradually became louder, but the tone suddenly became more calm, as if the people in the countryside were talking.

"Cut wood for the hedge, plant three peach trees. Pick the grass for rice, and brew two jugs of sake as light as water. Picking flowers and twisting juice will make the bride's eyebrows drunk. The sound of the firecrackers, the old house is not tired. , Call Xiaoya to cut a few sprigs of plum hot two pots of wine. In mind the green plums and horses, who can put away the cup? "

Ning Que remembered that last summer, in front of the shop in this small town, the teacher and her were still beside her, but now she was left alone, feeling sad.

(These two paragraphs are a section of the 27-cup wine made by a reader at the request of a reader a few days ago. Please see the book review area for the full text. I didn't pay attention when I wrote it. Then this chapter is really tiring to write. If you lack ability and have high demands on yourself, you can only squeeze yourself. There is still a chapter today. I do n’t know when I can write it and try to write it.) ( To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come (this article is provided by the breaking dawn update group @ 画 长空) to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)