In Ningxiao City in winter, the sky is very late.

Wei Lai's habit in Wupan City was due to him, and he got up early before dawn, but to Wei Lai's surprise, Sun Daren, who should have been snoring like thunder at this time in the past, disappeared. In Wei Lai's memory, Young Master Sun had never gotten up so early.

There is a way that when things go wrong, there must be demons, Wei Lai secretly wondered if what he said to Sun Daren yesterday really woke up the other party? But after thinking about it, Sun Daren has always been a three-point hot thing, and no one can say how many days he can last. Wei Lai thought about this, tidied up his clothes, pushed the door out, walked through the empty inner courtyard, and came to the front of the main house in the outer courtyard.

A familiar fragrance suddenly lingered on the tip of Wei Lai's nose - this smell was the taste of Liu Jiejie's favorite vegetable bun in the past.

"Brother Alai, are you up?" Wei Lai was stunned, but Liu Qingyan's voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Wei Lai looked back, but saw that the girl with a pair of sky-high mustaches was cautiously walking over with a few bowls of porridge on a wooden plate. There was no shortage of sweat on the girl's forehead, and it was obvious that the porridge in her hand and the vegetable bag that had been placed in the house at this moment were all from Xiao Qingyan's hands.

Thinking of this, Wei Lai walked to Liu Qingyan's side in three steps and two steps, reached out and took the wooden plate from her hand, and said with a slight reproach in his mouth: "It is the age of the long body, it is not good to sleep well, be careful to grow into a little dwarf, and go to the alley outside the house to eat breakfast in the future." ”

Liu Qingyan could also hear the seemingly blaming but actually doting tone in Wei Lai's tone, and she stuck out her tongue: "We don't have much money, and we spent a lot of money to buy wine for Grandpa Cao yesterday, so we can save some." ”

When he mentioned this, Wei Lai secretly felt that his head was a little big, Liu Qingyan was still young, and he didn't know how important it was, but the two guys Sun Daren and Long Xiu didn't have a long-term vision, and their little silver had been spent a lot under the squandering of these guys in the past few days, and it seemed a little uncertain whether they could survive until the Hanxing Conference, after all, the price of this Ningxiao City was indeed much higher than that of Wupan City.

Seeing Wei Lai frowning, Xiao Qingyan secretly thought that his answer had upset Wei Lai, the little guy was a little flustered, and hurriedly said, "And...... Moreover, I also want to eat the steamed buns made by my mother, but she is gone, so I can only make them for myself......"

Liu Qingyan's voice was very low by her, Wei Lai, who heard this, couldn't help but be stunned at that time, he glanced at the girl, and finally lost the courage to preach, just nodded, and said: "Then when will you teach me the unique secret recipe of your steamed bun shop, and I will make it for you to eat in the future, okay?"

Probably didn't expect to get such a response from Wei Lai, Liu Qingyan, who heard this, raised his head in surprise, and looked at Wei Lai, his eyes gradually turned from surprise to surprise.

And Wei Lai saw that the girl was silent for a long time, glanced at the other party on the right side, and asked with a smile: "What's the matter?

The girl who came back to her senses was stunned when she heard this, and then shook her head again and again, her face flushed and tried to distinguish it. But Wei Lai had already walked into the hall with a smile.

"Qingyan girl, the taste of your bun is really a must, the seventh day of the first month has been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for so many years, but such a delicious bun is also the only one in my life. Wei Lai just stepped in, and the seventh year of the first month who had changed into the pompous outfit stepped forward, holding the bun in one hand, and taking a bowl of porridge from the wooden plate held by Wei Lai in the other, and after raising his head and taking a sip, he praised Liu Qingyan loudly. In that way, there was no posture of a dying person, as if everything that happened yesterday was just an illusion of everyone.

Even Wei Lai was extremely curious about who had injured this junior seventh who was known as the Northern Sword Race, forcing him to seal the sword and wait for death. But this matter is a family matter of Tiangang Mountain after all, Cao Tongyun and Chu Qi don't talk about it, and they don't want to ask too much. It's just that at this moment, Wei Lai's gaze at Chu Qi is no longer as hostile as yesterday, but much more complicated.

Wei Lai looked sideways at the hall again, Sun Daren and Long Xiu had already sat in the room, but they were both sitting upright, eating the steamed vegetable buns from Liu Qingyan on the table. Wei Lai secretly wondered when these two guys were so honest, and this thought just rose, and Wei Lai caught a glimpse of Cao Tongyun of the author on the side. The old man's mood is obviously very bad, don't think about it, you should be able to guess that this has a great connection with the encounter of the seventh year of the first month, and probably also felt the old man's abnormality, so Sun Daren and Long Xiufang were so cramped.

Wei Lai sat down silently, distributed the porridge on the wooden plate to everyone, and the group had breakfast quietly, only Chu Qi was chattering non-stop during the whole process, as if everyone was the guy who was dying after sealing the sword.

After breakfast, Cao Tongyun was going to take Sun Daren and the others to the White Horse Academy, so as to fulfill his promise to teach everyone in the days leading up to the Hanxing Conference.

After everyone left, Wei Lai cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks on the table alone, and during the whole process, the remaining Chu Qi sat leisurely on the only recliner in the old house, with his head resting on his hands, holding grass from nowhere in his mouth, and humming some strange songs that Wei Lai didn't know the name of, but was surprisingly good.

Wei Lai cleaned up everything, tidied up his appearance again, and deliberately changed into a clean white velvet sweater, and then prepared to walk out of the courtyard gate.

Lying on the recliner, enjoying the rare sunshine in mid-winter, the seventh day of the first month caught a glimpse of this scene, squinted his eyes and asked, "Dressed so cleanly, which girl are you going to meet?"

"Xu family, Xu Yue. Wei Lai turned around and said truthfully.

Thump.

As soon as these words came out, Chu Qi suddenly sat up straight from the recliner, stared at Wei Lai and asked, "Is it Xu Yue of the Xu family who was accepted as a disciple by Meng Hangju of Guiyuan Palace?"

Wei Lai turned his head and glanced at Chu Qi, who looked a little anxious, in surprise, he was a little strange, what kind of attraction Xu Yue had for this guy who could even be calm about life and death, and could make such a gaffe.

"Let's go, I'm with you. Wei Laizheng was secretly puzzled, but a carp stood up from the recliner on the seventh day of the first month, and he said this in his mouth while tidying up his clothes and appearance.

"The senior's body is sick, so I still have to cultivate more, and don't drag down my body for Jiang Huanshui's entrustment. Wei Lai frowned and said in a low voice.

"What's the matter, I'm afraid that your Miss Xu won't be able to bear the charm of my Seventh Young Master?" Chu Qi raised his eyebrows and laughed teasingly, then raised his head again, and continued: "Yes, yes, the charm of the Seventh Master is indeed not something that ordinary women can resist, but don't worry, gentlemen don't win people's love." ”

As he spoke, Chu Qi took out a pink handkerchief from his arms, and the handkerchief still exuded a faint fragrance, obviously this thing should have been owned by a woman. Such a personal thing, given to a man, the meaning is somewhat ambiguous. But Chu Qi didn't have the slightest intention of cherishing the gift of this gift, so he took the handkerchief and covered it on his face, and then raised his eyebrows and said: "In this way, you kid can rest assured, right? The seventh master covered my peerless face for you!"

Wei Lai rolled his eyes, he really didn't know how to deal with the almost blind confidence of Chu Qi, if it was on weekdays, he would have been too lazy to pay attention to the other party, and walked away, but at this moment, maybe he thought that Chu Qi's life was not long, and after thinking about it for a while, he finally chose to be silent and acquiesced to Chu Qi's behavior.

......

"I heard Jiang Huanshui's old guy say that little girl named Xu Yue seems to be interesting to you, right?"

"But it seems that the goddess has a heart, King Xiang has no dreams, and the old guy said that you didn't refuse the marriage contract of the Xu family?"

"Then what are you going to do with her? Let me tell you, with my seventh master's decades of experience in the love field, this kind of thing must be broken completely, and if you want to break it constantly, in the end, it will harm others and yourself......" On the way to Xu's house, the seventh day of the first month was not peaceful, and he kept babbling in Wei Lai's ear.

Wei Lai was a little big-headed, and he really couldn't understand how this good and dignified Tiangang Mountain disciple could be a nagging person who was even more nagging than his mother back then.

"It's good if you can break it off in the end, if this makes that little Nizi miss you, and let Xiao Nizi's method of cutting the dust finally go wrong, do you know what will happen with the consistent style of Guiyuan Palace?" It's just that the seventh day of the first month didn't see Wei Lai's boredom at all, and he still kept chattering in Wei Lai's ear.

But perhaps it was this topic that just aroused Wei Lai's interest, and Wei Lai, who was almost deaf to everything that Chu Qi said along the way, responded surprisingly after hearing this: "There are a total of seven divine palaces under the seat of Guiyuan Palace, among which the Dust Chopping Palace held by Meng Hangju has sprung up over the years and become the first existence of Guiyuan Palace." ”

"Legend has it that there is a dust-cutting sword in the Dust Chopping Palace......" Wei said this, paused slightly, his brows furrowed, and carefully recalled the record he saw in the codex called "Dust Chopping Thoughts" left by his father that day: "This sword is four feet and an inch long, the sword body is long, but it is as thin as a cicada's wings, and there is a blood line that runs through the sword body, according to legend, ......"

At this time, the seventh junior high on the side took over Wei Lai's words: "According to legend, in the dust cutting palace, if there are disciples who are frightened, it is not good to cut the dust. You can hold this sword, find the root of the demon, and slash it with a sword. ”

"It is said, the sword cuts the red dust, peeps through the nightmare, the immortal jaw is headed, and the avenue is ahead. ”

After listening to what Chu Qi said, Wei Lai couldn't help but be stunned in place, he looked at the man beside him who was dressed exaggeratedly, but with a red handkerchief on his face, only showing his nose and eyes, with a strange expression: "How do you know this?"

The things that Fang Cai Chu Qi said were all the contents of Wei Shou's left codex, and what Chu Qi said was exactly the same as every word and sentence.

Chu Qi's eyes exposed outside the red par winked at Wei Lai: "Because, these are all copied from me by your father." ”