The fifth volume, the pen of the gods, the twenty-first chapter, no one knows that it is an old frie
The Temple of Xiling is not the same as the unknown or unknown, but it is difficult to say in the red dust, because from the perspective of ordinary believers, this is the kingdom of the world.
It seems to bring some information from the red dust to the God of God, and no one laughs. Naturally, no one laughs.
The priests and deacons of the temple began to check, and they did not unexpectedly see the high -level waist cards. When they found that these knights and several carriages returned from Chang'an City, the mood could not help becoming heavier.
Written full of suspicious expression: Is it really that the war is about to start again?
Under the guard of the temple cavalry, the carriage continued to drive on Tao Mountain, and the smoke rolled all the way.
Two girls in white patted their hands gently.
Dozens of deacons on the side of the Temple of Guangming moved out of a pile of green cloth like hills, and then opened it to the front of the temple. These green cloth curtains were about three high, and they were very long.
Get up. Even if someone looks from the white temple at the highest point of Tao Mountain, it is difficult to see the picture in this green curtain.
Now there are only cavalry and teams returning from Chang'an in the green cloth curtain. Those people who are dusty can not be concerned about the two girls in white, open a carriage, and support a person from it.
A girl in white looked at the priest responsible for this mission and asked: "It's wrong to confirm?"
The expression of the priest said, "We must not make mistakes. We used the old people in the South Gate View to determine that this person has indeed been Lane Forty -seven in these years."
The girl in white looked at the middle -aged man next to the car and nodded with satisfaction.
The middle -aged man was full of oil and dirty clothes and those hands full of labor traces, revealing his ordinary and ordinary identity, his expression at this time was very nervous -an ordinary Changan people who had not seen any big world,
He was deceived to the outside of the city, and then rushed on the road day and night. When he got out of the carriage, he found that he had come to the kingdom of the Hao Tian believers: Xiling Temple, who could not be shocked -in fact, at this time, he was at this time. At this time, he was at this time.
It can also help the carriage to support the body. It is not easy.
He is also a believers in Haotian. According to the reason, he found that he suddenly came to the Xiling Temple. In addition to fear and confusion, he should also be a bit excited and excited.
I feel that it is not possible to meet myself. It is a good thing.
Another girl in white asked the priest: "Another thing has it been brought back?"
This priest is the most loyal subordinate of the Temple of Guangming. Until then, he still doesn't know what the task he has performed, but he can faintly guess the biggest secret of the essence of the Temple.
He took a few steps on the first step, and a whole thing wrapped in a cloth wrapped in his arms, whispered: "The tomb is too close to the academy, so I dare not act lightly.
It was also demolished. Fortunately, the thing was pressed at the bottom of the brick, and it was not discovered. The subordinates paid some costs and finally took it back. "
The people of the Xiling Temple sneaked into Chang'an City, and they had to retrieve something from Lao Bi Zhai. He said that it was lightly described. In fact, everyone knew that those costs must be extremely heavy.
Girls in white have picked up the whole thing wrapped in cloth. The arm was slightly paused, and the thing seemed to be a bit heavy. She didn't ask anything with her companions.
In front of the man who is thinking, he said, "Start."
The middle -aged man asked blankly: "What started doing?"
A girl in white said: "What you are best at doing, just do that thing, don't say it is not good, the materials you need are in the car.
The middle -aged man knew what the other party had to do. But it was even more shocking. He thought that he would take himself to the temple. Is it for this?
There are too many weird things, but the so -called people have to bow their heads under the eaves. Now he is in front of the temple and watching such a huge battle, where can there be two words.
He moved out of the pots and pans and various materials from the carriage, and started doing things.
The people in the Xiling Temple have no omissions. Whether those pots and pans, or the old vinegar, the flour and green onions, and even the burning firewood, it is those he used in the past ten years.
The firewood was ignited, the old furnace raw smoke, the water entered the basin, the flour became thinner and then thicker and then thinner.
Cut the green onion with coriander, and then start putting sauce and vinegar in the bowl.
The girl in white said: "There must be a little error, regardless of the amount or order."
Middle -aged men thought to have made hundreds of bowls in the early morning in the past ten years, and they would make mistakes? But think so, where dare to say so.
At this time, the water in the pot was finally boiling. The dough in the pot was torn into an irregular shape by his hand, thrown into the boiling water one by one, quickly formed, and then started to rise.
The handle has been stretched into the pot by the big spoon of the black black, and it was filled with the cooked noodles when it took out. The white bomb trembling was like fish fat.
It happens to be calm soup, so craftsmanship is naturally a result of more than ten years.
The soup pins are poured into the sea bowl, and a very rich but fresh hot and sour fragrance appears in the square in front of the temple of Guangming. Then, the taste of coriander and green onions follows the nose.
The two girls in white did not show any expressions. They watched their noses and noses. They were holding the sea bowl with both hands, and one person hugged the things wrapped in the cloth with both hands and walked back to the temple.
The middle -aged man subconsciously said: "You two, one bowl is not enough? In the past, the girl of Lao Bizhai was so thin, but they ate a bowl with two bowls."
The two girls in white ignored him and walked into the temple.
The middle -aged man looked at the boiling water in the pot, holding the big spoon in his hand, and stood in the empty square so in front of the solemn temple.
Not too long, a girl in white came out of the Temple of Guangming. She handed several things to the middle -aged man and said, "Someone sent you back to Chang'an City."
After saying this, she returned to the Temple of Guangming again and never came out again.
The middle -aged man was stunned for a long time, and then remembered to see the things in his hands, and found that it was a perfect night pearl. There was also a pink medicine scattered with a faint fragrance!
Although he is an ordinary person, he can also feel the extraordinary things of these things, and he is more panicked. He thinks that although he has always been proud of craftsmanship, how can he not be worth these?
The nobleman of the Xiling Temple, Qianli took himself from Chang'an City to Taoshan, and gave himself a night pearl and a elixir, just to eat such a bowl of worthless things?
Is there such a delicious sour noodle soup in the world?
Nympho
Nympho
The green cloth curtain was withdrawn. The carriage drove down Tao Mountain, set off the smoke again, and drove into the red dust again.
Ning Que was carrying a bag of rice in his hand, watching the carriage frowned slightly. He didn't know that the carriage came from Changan, just like the rest of the temple, and gave birth to a lot of doubts.
He turned around and walked back to the Tianshiyuan from the side door. He didn't look at the several temples on the mountain, not because of cautiousness, but because he didn't want to look too much because he looked too much, it was difficult to suppress the desire in his heart.
There are her that he wants to find her and the goods, but more is dangerous. Before fully preparing, before that point, he did not want to be closer to the temple. He left Changan and came here.
With the determination of death. But there was no intention to send death.
The heavenly courtyard was very quiet. He walked back to his room and was ready to cook. He suddenly wanted to eat a bowl of noodles and a bowl of fragrant fried egg noodles.
Standing in front of the pot, he was silent for a long time, and began to cut the shallots. He touched the eggs bought in the mountains in the rice bag and burned the vegetable oil. After frying an egg, the bowl noodles were cooked.
A bowl of clear water noodles with four peppercorns inside. Thirty grains of green onions.
He held his noodle bowl and walked deep into the depths of the book hall, carrying the place where the canyon behind Taoshan, looked at the clouds and cliffs there, thinking about Weicheng and Lao Bi Zhai, and started eating noodles.
He ate quickly, and finally drank the noodle soup at the bottom of the bowl.
For many years, I have n’t cooks, the craftsmanship has not fallen, and the fried egg noodles are still so delicious, but in fact he is actually not fragrant, because this side is not cooked by her.
He stood for a long time until the night from night.
The beautiful bright moon in the night of the night has been replied to the original full full, but he is still very worried, because he doesn't know if the moon in the night tomorrow will continue this profit process.
He was also worried about other things, and that emotion should be said to be fear.
"Aren't you omnipotent, omnipotent? Why don't you know that I am here? Why can't I feel where you are? Are you really no longer my destiny? Or the one I am looking for
You are really dead, are you not you now? "
He watched the temple without any light leaking, and thought silently.
Nympho
Nympho
Behind the temple of Guangming is the cliff behind the mountain. It is convenient to be the legendary Youge under the wall. After the night, the clouds and mist are deeper, as if the cold and shady atmosphere is overflowing.
She stood between the stone pillars. Before the cliff, she looked indifferent to the bright moon in the night of the night.
The round of Mingyue was missing for more than ten days, and she began to reply to the success. Her face became whiter and white, not holy and solemn and white, and the weak pale.
There are hundreds of wine altars behind her, and there are sour sour noodle soup with only one bite of bowls. There is a square thing next to the bowl.
Brick dandruff.
The wine is Jiujiang's double steaming brews, and the hot and sour noodle soup comes from Changan. The BRICS has been hiding in the wall of Lao Bizhai over the years. These are her most hateless memories, so they must be taken back.
Or, that's it.
Nympho
Nympho
(A big bug, there is a lack of yin and clear, and I mentioned a few strokes before. I have forgotten myself. I always thought that I did n’t write, and I was waiting for this time.
Thinking that it was stupid to play myself. From the original intention, I have modified the two places I found before, and apologize to everyone solemnly.
I did n’t sleep a day the day before yesterday, the first faint in my life, I was running on the road, I ca n’t go out for a month, write books honestly, live with everyone, and work hard.
: Two chapters tomorrow, there are things the day after tomorrow, so there is only one chapter, two chapters the day after tomorrow.
This volume came all the way, I was really happy, I like to write, and the chapter name has always been very satisfied. As repeated the day before yesterday, I do n’t continue to praise themselves, I ca n’t open it.
Finally, there is a thing, repeat the report again, and some beautiful words in the night are sentences I saw everywhere. I can’t find the original author.
Leaping at this time, the flowers bloom on the other side. For example, in the spring, I cut the peach blossom a few pounds. For example, I will use it in the future and stew the time.
I didn't notice it, so I reported it to everyone again that the original authors were awesome. I am a hard -working porter.)