There was a lot of commotion in the Sword Saint Gate, and many apprentices surrounded the elk lying on the ground, beating their hands, eager to try, this would already be dinner time, but the old lady Li in the kitchen who was called by people was born with wide shoulders and a fat body, and they couldn't see at all that this was a man in their Sword Saint Gate, and according to the food in the sect, it was very poor, but the appearance of this old lady Li was a little surprising, maybe it was the physique that would make you fat if you drank cold water,

When I heard that I was going to make dumplings, I stomped my feet and scolded Mrs. Li angrily, "I haven't seen wheat in the kitchen for many years, and I still wrap a fart, what else is left of such an elk when it is skinned..."

Sitting in the center of the courtyard, there were already people holding firewood piled together, without waiting for Mrs. Li to speak, those apprentices with gurgling stomachs were busy, only to see Zhang Fugui didn't know where to get a sharp knife and squatted on the ground to bleed the deer, but Zhang Changshou found a tea bowl and took a cup of it with a smile, and said with a smile at the stunned Chen Liujia, " Hey guy, don't you know, this thing is a good thing, No, do you want to take a bite, this deer blood is a high-quality tonic for supplementation, even if it is good for enhancing qi and blood..."

Without waiting for Chen Liujia to move, Mrs. Li already ran over with a smile, grabbed the teacup, suffocated the deer's hard work, and stretched out a thumbs up at Zhang Fugui who was squatting on the ground and was busy working, and said in admiration, "Hehe, this method of peeling skin and removing bones is agile, and the ancestor of the family is a butcher?

Mrs. Li looked at Zhang Fugui who was peeling the skin with a smile, how to look at it, whether it was those apprentices in the Sword Saint Gate, or that Zhao Shanhe and that old stubborn, but without this young man's quick skills, if there were such apprentices to help him in the kitchen, it would be much more comfortable.

Chen Liujia and the other senior brothers also made a mouthful of deer blood, and they didn't feel comfortable, they only felt nauseous, and they seemed to be more hungry, but when they looked down at the bloody venison, they felt very resistant.

Li Songnian didn't move, just stared coldly at not far away, Chu was shocked to find that the man dragged his master to the front hall, and the two of them didn't know what to mutter.

Liang Buyu chatted with Jiang Youye and the two female streamers, and the girl felt that Jiang Youye's sister was handsome, and the girl also knew that she had to examine the mature taste of the same sex, and she really had a feeling of envy in her heart.

If you want to distinguish the good and evil in the world, this girl can't tell the difference, but the beauty and ugliness can still be seen at a glance, Jiang Youye pulled Liang Buyu's smooth hand and smiled, "Sister Buyu, your name is very chic, but it matches your beauty and face very well, it seems that there are not many female disciples in your Sword Saint Sect, and you have become the most dazzling existence among your senior brothers..."

While talking, he wiped the dust on his face with his hand, and Liang Buyu felt even more ashamed, his face was red.

"Sister, don't praise me, my master is here, we are just a poor and remote old mountain, and there are too dazzling flowers to come out, I see that my sister is light, but she is a woman, I will talk to my master, you will be in a room with me at night, that Chu is surprised to follow you..."

Listening to Liang Buyu's words, Jiang Youye glanced back at the room with a candle flame not far away, and could see two dark shadows, and he didn't know what Chu Jingjue was talking about with Master Zhao, who seemed to have no sense of the sect.

She patted Liang Buyu's shoulder and said, "You don't want to get too close to that guy surnamed Chu, my sister is no more prodigal son than you, don't worry, with my sister watching, he won't dare to do anything to you..."

Liang Buyu is also a woman at an age, and since he can hear some sour taste from these words, he blinked, lowered his head and smiled bitterly,

Fugui quickly skinned and planed the elk, the bonfire in the yard was already burning, and Mrs. Li went to the kitchen to find ingredients.

Zhang Changshou squatted on the side, wrapped in a toad cigarette, and sighed, "Our ancestors have never had a butcher, but we have been with a man named Zhang Lao Tu for a long time, and this ability to peel skin and shave meat has really been learned..."

Niu Youcai, who was smiling on the side, said casually, "And the toad smoke was also learned from Lao Zhang..."

Changshou couldn't help but smile and nodded, turned around and looked at it a few times, feeling that although this Sword Saint Gate was a little more frugal, but those apprentices were very enthusiastic with kind eyebrows, and this would be even more people around the horse and couldn't stop watching, and persuaded Changshou to come over and wait to eat venison, "That horse can't eat it, it's a lot of silver..."

In my heart, I feel that these disciples and grandchildren in the Sword Saint Gate are like starving ghosts, and they want to take a few bites when they see any living creatures, and they are scared.

Chen Liujia sat next to Zhang Fugui and kept handing over the rag, "Brother Fugui came to wipe his hands, thanks to you, otherwise we don't know how to eat this venison, don't look at us like this, we often get some game back, but it's all taken care of by Mrs. Li, a big pot of white water stew, and the sweet potatoes are also delicious..."

Hearing this, Fugui shook his head again and again, he really couldn't understand why this huge sect was so cold, fortunately he wanted to go to Longhu Mountain with his eldest brother, so he asked casually, "Brother Liujia, let me ask you, is the Longhu Mountain on the opposite side also so barren, but I haven't seen a piece of fertile land along the way... I can't help you go hungry all the time..."

Chen Liujia is also a straight intestine, muttering carefully about what is going on in the Sword Saint Gate, and when he arrived at the Dragon and Tiger Mountain opposite, his eyes were shining, with a taste of envy and jealousy,

The other disciples were well-behaved, and they really didn't know where to find a few red lanterns hanging high, singing and dancing, thinking that they would still be a little hungry, but looking at these strangers, they were all kind, especially the fragrant venison in the middle of the field made the mouths of the people water.

Zhao Shanhe, who was sitting alone in the room, had a solemn look on his face, and secretly turned his head to wipe his tears, although the candle flame in the room was not very bright, but it could be seen from this person's trembling behavior that he was indeed very sad now, and in the end, he sighed, smashed his mouth, and said mournfully, "It would be good if there was wine, when will you drink if you don't drink at this time..."

Surprised, he handed over a wine gourd casually, and said, "Uncle, cry if you want to cry, No, the wine is for you... Drink as much as you like, it's just a pity that Mr. He is not here, otherwise..."

I was shocked to just briefly describe his intention to come to the Sword Saint Gate this time, but I just wanted to see He Tai's idiot's junior sister, as for why he didn't, when Dao He Tai's idiot died, he could obviously feel that the guy in front of him called Zhao Shanhe had a feeling of silence greater than death,

took the wine gourd, but the old man raised his head and poured a big sip, crying while drinking, but he didn't make a sound, looking at the strange and pitiful, wrinkled old face that would be in tears,

Breathing a sigh of relief, he sighed, " I can't imagine that the head of the family who we have been looking forward to for a long time has abandoned us like this, and died outside, that is the man who is called the Sword Saint, so I really don't know what the situation will be in the future, we have a trace of anger towards the senior brother before, just for a friend, it is worth it or not, hey, he is too idiot, he is too idiot, the master was too good at you, but in the end it is this field, Qinglong Chao is full of nonsense in the group of old miscellaneous hairs, this sword saint name is not good, our Sword Saint Gate will only take the rivers and lakes in the future, and Zhongzhou has nothing to do with it...”

Counting the days, from the mouth of this son called Chu Jingjue, the former head He Taifu fell into Qingzhou City, I still remember that night on our Jianmen Mountain seemed to have a strange scene, thinking of that night, Zhao Shanhe seemed to wake up in the middle of the night, standing alone in the courtyard, looking up, as if he felt a fresh breeze, and even more seemed to see the appearance of He Taifu in the air, now think about it, maybe He Taifu really came back to see it,

"Child, you are the benefactor of our Sword Saint Gate, after tonight, I will lead you to the Eagle Horn Cliff to find Mu Li's junior sister, and the senior brother will be buried in the Eagle Horn Cliff... I haven't seen you for so many years, I also know a thing or two about He Tai's idiot's psychology, when he rose up for the Jiudu Mountain and said a fair word, but it affected his own sect, you see that there is no wild grass in the field of our Jianmen Mountain, isn't it the punishment of the Qinglong Dynasty, the words of the human emperor will really affect the luck, the senior brother has not been back to the mountain for many years to see, you don't know that when my senior brother was young, he also gave our master a vigorous cultivation, and in the end, even the sect was also handed over to his hands, but now it is different from the past, our Sword Saint Gate mountains and rivers are declining, and there is no sect lintel, hey, in the end, it is also a hurdle in the heart of the senior brother... Now the fallen leaves return to their roots, and the soul returns to their hometown..."

Chu Jingjue sat on the side and listened to the old man's crying nose and chattering for a long time, originally felt that this dirty old man did not have the momentum of the gate sect at all, but now it seems that he thinks that this old man is much more cute, and he must be a good person who is too stupid.

There were a few knocks outside the door, and a head poked in, but it was Chen Liujia who said with a hippie smile, "Master, come on, the venison is roasted, you are steady, how many years have it been so fragrant in this yard, Zhang Fugui has returned it, and he still wants to teach me the skills of this barbecue, master, have you taken it orally... Not a master... What are you doing..."

Chen Liujia really saw a scene he had never seen when he was so big by the candlelight, and saw the master sitting alone, wiping his tears with his dirty sleeve robe, holding a wine gourd in his hand, and he didn't know whether he was crying happily when he was drinking, or what's wrong.

"Okay, I know, the master will go out now, the sand has fallen into my eyes, it's so sour..."

Listening to Zhao Shanhe's words, Chen Liujia flashed to the side and looked suspiciously at Chu who was hanging a knife on his waist, and saw that the other party was expressionless, so he immediately grimaced, and ran out to grab meat.

Chu was shocked to laugh instead, got up and followed behind, muttering, Mr. He, is this where you grew up, it seems that people are good,

This night, even from the other side of Longhu Mountain, you can see the sword saint gate on the opposite side, and it is not a festival, but it is that those bull-nosed Taoist priests are very puzzled, and the middle is just separated by a reed stream, and the distance is not far.

It didn't take long for a venison to be divided, and looking at the skeleton on the ground, even Zhang Fugui shook his head again and again, he had seen a barbaric robber, but he had never seen such a hungry sect.

Looking at the eyes of those disciples of the Sword Saint Sect with clear eyes, especially the appearance of eating venison with a mouth full of oil, and then looking at the disheveled appearances of each one, Fugui may think that he has come to the beggar gang, the number of people is less than thirty, and the baked biscuits and food in the Qiankun bag are solved,

When a jar of sealed Huadiao wine was placed in front of them, the disciples and grandchildren of these Sword Saint Sect carried forward the style of a good amount of wine, everyone raised their glasses and drank freely, which was called a pleasure, even that Zhao Shanhe drank crookedly, but he wanted to sing a song, but when he heard the mournful tune in the mouth of this old guy, it made Chu feel a little sad.

That's what the old guy sang,

He is in the mountains for years, the sword dance is only better than the upper collection, people say that the sword is a white bone, but sighs for a long time into a worry, the past is sad and swaying, and the white horse is empty sword wine...

It was night, drinking and chatting with the apprentices all went to bed, but only Chu was surprised to sit alone under the tree in the courtyard, looking up, wanting to find the breeze he had ever seen, but he only felt that the autumn night was cold, there was no bright moon on it, and the darkness was a little lonely.

Zhang Changshou walked by, squatted on the side, and said to Chu with a smile, "" Surprised, we didn't think about what life we could live in the future when we came out of Liaodong, but since we left Qingzhou, what we experienced is often that the old man feels very tasteful, and now I have seen the old man Zhao in the once famous Sword Saint Gate to sing about wine, but I feel that this life is only for decades, to be able to drink a sip of wine, and talk to three or two friends, it is already the most beautiful thing in the world, there is a good sentence, the taste of being alone is really more painful than cutting the knife on the body, I really feel a little lonely from Zhao Shanhe's song, and it is good to come out to see the world... And listen to you, that son named Li Songnian, we have already sent him medicine, that child's fingers are swollen so much, and most of them will be fine after tonight..."

Surprised, he nodded, but after getting up, he explained to Changshou, "Longevity, Ming used a carriage to go to Yingwei County under the mountain to buy more food items, you can take this silver ticket, I have a friendship with Mr. He, I can't see this sect but it's going to delay food, and it's not a taste in my heart... Let's get more wine, there should be some things, and buy some of the items used in the white thing, let's give the Sword Saint a give..." 166 Reading Network