Ning Que didn't let Ning Que look at the cliff, Ning Que insisted on looking at it. He stared at the clouds and mists between the cliffs, looking at the stone windows that were looming between gathering and dispersing. His eyes became more and more sore, and in the end he seemed to have been hit by thousands of swords, and it was hard to support it anymore.
He started to cry when he closed his eyes, looking extremely sad, and when he opened his eyes, he was already red and swollen like a peach.
He didn't know the name of the formation on the cliff, but he truly realized the magic of this formation. He thought that the Taoist sect is indeed the number one sect in the world, with a profound foundation. Although there have been a slight decline over the years, it is at least in Xiling.
There is no sign of it around the temple.
The formation between the cliffs is to prevent people from peeping into the important area of the Youge Pavilion. As long as you maintain a sufficient distance or do not insist on seeing through the clouds, you will not have too terrible lethality.
Ning Que was not afraid, but just thought that the formation of Xiling Temple was so powerful, and the formation in Zhishouguan would be even more amazing. Last year, the senior brother went to Zhishouguan. If it weren't for Chen Pipi doing it in Zhishouguan in advance
I was afraid that it would be difficult for him to enter the observation, not to mention that he had tied the viewer to the heavenly books in the observation for so long.
I don’t know how Chen Pipi is now. He looked at the bright sunshine on the peach mountain cliff and missed his best friend in the world. Then he remembered Chen Pipi’s father, who was cut out of the Guanzhu of Chang'an City with tens of millions of swords.
Now the Guanzhu is not aware of life and death. There is no news about him, whether it is Tang State or Xiling Temple. He does not know whether the amazing person returned to Zhishouguan or died on the journey home and became a straw mat.
Cold corpse.
Ning Que had never seen the uncle of the junior teacher. The master was the most powerful human he had seen after the teacher. When he recalled the battle on the snow street in Chang'an, he was still in awe. If such a powerful human would
He would also regret it if he welcomed such an ending, disappearing silently in the long river of history.
Leaving the cliff, passing through thousands of peach trees and returning to the Tianyu Academy Book Hall, he searched the temple repair files of the old year everywhere, trying to find some clues about the formation on the cliff, but he didn't get anything.
When he woke up from the sea of books, it was too early, but the feeling of hunger came from his belly. Only then did he remember that he had not had breakfast today, and walked to the kitchen and looked at the rice dish but didn't want to do it.
Since Sangsang grew up, he has rarely cooked himself, especially now in the Xiling Temple. Whenever 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 with his current state, it is not a big deal to not eat grains of rice for more than ten days, but psychological and spiritual needs must be met. At this moment, he remembered that last summer, the Master brought him to the point of taking him.
When he was traveling to Xiling with Sangsang, he once took himself to eat the same good food.
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There is a stone bridge in the town, with beautiful scenery. You can see Taoshan more than twenty miles away when you look up. However, this place is not the right way, so there are not many believers coming to worship the mountain.
There was an old man with wrinkles on the shop opposite the road hall. There were several iron buckets sealed with yellow mud on the shop door. Some broken buckets emitted a sweet fragrance from the inside to the outside. The old man was drinking,
From time to time, my fingers covered with yellow calluses pinched a pinch of peanuts and sent them to my lips to chew. The wrinkles on my face were covered with black gray, and the ash floating from the iron bucket had accumulated in it for decades and had been washed clean.
An ordinary carriage was parked in front of the shop. The girl in white stared at the iron buckets, curious, thinking about what kind of sweet potatoes were roasted inside, how could it be so sweet and fragrant? Someone actually ate them in the hot summer, so even the Holy
The girl also wants to leave Taoshan to buy it?
They came a little late, and the roasted sweet potatoes in front were bought by two deacons from the Tianyu Temple, so they had to wait outside the shop. The waiting process was really boring.
Sangsang was sitting in the carriage, and she didn't feel bored. In her opinion, boredom was a boring emotion that only humans could have. Time was just the order in which things happened, and did not involve meaning, and her time
It has always been useful. For example, she looked at the heat and fragrance coming out of the roasted sweet potato bucket through the curtains, but she was actually feeling the rules of heat, that is, feeling herself. If someone knew that she was now
What she is doing, she will definitely think that she is very narcissistic, but in fact, she doesn’t even have the same narcissism now.
More than ten escort cavalrymen in the Xiling Temple escorted a priest and walked past the town and looked at their direction. They should have to cross the stream and go directly back to Taoshan.
That priest is He Mingchi.
He studied under the national teacher of the Tang Dynasty, Li Qingshan, and was the most important person in the Tang Dynasty. Chang'an Blood Fire was his method. The most important thing was that he destroyed the God-Shocking Array in Chang'an City, and according to the rewards from the head sect afterwards, he destroyed the Swordsman.
In other words, he was more important than the cavalry of the Xiling Temple.
Xiling Temple knew that He Mingchi must be the target that Tang Guohe Academy wanted to kill the most, that was, when the temple negotiated with Tang Guo, they consciously did not include his safety in the conditions, because they understood that Tang Guo, especially the academy, could not accept it.
This condition, so after the war, for safety reasons, the temple sent He Mingchi to the south for a while to avoid the limelight for a while, and only then did he return to Taoshan.
Sangsang looked at He Mingchi in the distance through the curtain of the car. There was no emotion on his face, but for some reason a feeling of extreme disgust came out of his body. She knew that this person was extremely loyal to her and that he was the loyal dog in charge of the tutor.
Her confidant will be given a heavy responsibility after returning to the temple, but she just hates this person very much.
In fact, for some reason, she knew why she hated the ant in red robe. It was just that she didn't accept this reason, so she thought she didn't know, so she didn't know.
The sweet potatoes were finally baked. The old man squinted his eyes and took out three hot sweet potatoes from it with his bare hands. He seemed to feel the burning feeling from his fingers. He wrapped it in paper and handed it to the girl in white standing in front of the shop.
The girl in white took out the money from her waist and put it down. She returned to the carriage with the hot sweet potatoes, lifted up the curtain and handed one in, and handed the remaining two to her companions.
The sound of the whip was crisp, the sound of the wheels gradually sounded, and then suddenly stopped.
The girl in white stopped the carriage. She and her companions sat quietly in front of the carriage, waiting for what might happen.
A moment later, a young man in temple servitude costume walked to the shop, looked at the old man and asked, "Your store has been open for a thousand years?"
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Ning Que saw the ordinary carriage outside the shop, but he didn't care much. He just saw the two girls made of snow, and couldn't help but think of his former little black maid, silently thinking, since it was for the master.
For those who do home work, black is better than white, and no matter how you clean it, it won’t look dirty, right?
The old man squinted his eyes and said, "My grandpa's grandpa's..."
Ning Que was not ready to listen to him finish memorizing the ancestral broth, took out the copper plate and said, "Give me three."
The old man said, "My sweet potatoes are big, and you can't finish three of them alone."
Ning Que bought three sweet potatoes purely a subconscious behavior - one teacher, one by himself, and one by Sangsang. After listening to this, he understood and said, "Those two are good."
The old man took out two sweet potatoes with his bare hands and handed them to him, put away the copper plate, and started drinking again.
The Master once said that when eating sweet potatoes in hot summer, you must eat them while they are hot, just like eating ice in winter. What you are looking for is the ultimate and the stimulation.
Ning Que is not a pure filial disciple. He forgot many things the teacher said, but he never forgot any of the words about food that the teacher said, because he insisted that it was similar to the title of the greatest person in the world.
It is more suitable for teachers than the title of the greatest foodie in the world.
He sat on the threshold holding the sweet potato, slightly pinched his fingers tore open the potato skin, and the soft red and yellow potato meat was steaming, and it was exposed in the deep summer sky, and the sweet smell spread around.
He endured the scald and started eating potato meat, which kept sticking out his tongue.
In the carriage, Sangsang looked at the man on the threshold through the curtain. There was no emotion on her face and she was absolutely indifferent. However, she herself did not notice that the sweet potato in her hand was crushed.
She frowned in disgust, looked at the steaming potato meat, raised her hand and took a bite, and then started eating constantly, without feeling any heat at all.
The town in deep summer is sultry but quiet. Cicadas suddenly ring in the trees behind the house. The cicadas who had finished taking a nap began to celebrate their encounter after half an hour of separation with their companions.
He sat on the threshold and ate sweet potatoes.
She sat in the carriage and ate sweet potatoes.
There was a thin curtain between them.
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The sweet potato shop was very quiet. The old man drank several glasses of wine and chewed three pinches of peanuts. When he was slightly drunk, he tapped the edge of the bucket with his gray fingers and started humming.
Ning Que sat on the threshold, listening to the song although simple but a little beautiful, especially the lyrics, although ordinary, they have some meaning when savored carefully, and gradually become immersed.
"I was afraid of the moving mountain ghosts. The rain hit the banana leaves, and a cicada shed from last year fell on my shoes. I formed vines and rose, and the ridicule on the clouds came from the mouth of the monkey. After years of idleness, it rotted.
The pottery under the leaves accumulates old ashes. The geese fall in the winter field, and the snow regards the claw marks as burdens. Looking at the sky, the clouds and smoke dissipate like clouds and smoke."
Ning Que held the sweet potato and said in a daze: "It's interesting."
The old man became more proud and the singing became louder, but the tone suddenly became calmer, as if people in the countryside were talking.
"Cut firewood into a fence, plant three peach trees, pick the grain into rice, and then brew two jars of sake wine as light as water. Pick flowers and twist juice, which makes the bride's eyebrows intoxicated. The sound of firecrackers, the old house and new crying were never tired. The deer Yoyo
, I asked Xiao Ya to cut a few branches of plums and two pots of wine. Remember that I was young and handsome back then, who could tolerate abandoning the cup?”
Ning Que remembered last summer, when the teacher and her were still beside him in front of this small town shop, but now he is alone, and he can't help feeling sad.
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(These two words are a paragraph from the 27-glass of wine that was requested by a reader a few days ago. Please read the book review area for the full text. I didn’t pay attention to it when I wrote it. After I finished writing, I realized that I was writing about Jiangye.
Then the chapter is really tiring, and it lacks ability and has high requirements for yourself, so I can only constantly squeeze myself. Today there is another chapter, I don’t know when I can write it out, so I will try my best to write it.)(
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