September still brings the afterglow of the summer heat, the autumn cicadas are no longer so high-pitched and loud, Qi Qi Wanwan seems to be a floating sonata for the leaves, and there is no catkins due to the wind, only the autumn sun shines on the world. The withering of all things is an irresistible law of nature, and the enthusiasm of the people has not been affected by this depressed scene at all.

Yurong also slowly accepted the life of his son-in-law in Nanchu, from time to time with the reputation of "the first romantic gentleman", wearing Yuyangzhi's iconic purple clothes, accompanied by Qinglan to walk around the capital, knowing that the osmanthus cake sold by the woman who was always dressed in blue coarse cloth on Qinggui Street in the suburbs was the most delicious, sweet and glutinous, and melted in the mouth; The Lanyun Building on the main street is the most elegant restaurant in the capital, and each dish is handwritten by a famous artist, carefully crafted; The famous girl of Tianxian Building, the serious abbot of Longquan Temple, the old man begging at the corner of an unknown side street・・・・・・ all living beings are all lives. Occasionally, the Jade Prince's passive slacking in the morning and evening, and occasionally the hidden guards joke with each other, it seems that everything is so stable, and fate seems to arrange her to walk forward step by step step in a step-by-step manner.

Recently, the autumn is high and cool, and Yurong goes out and walks around frequently, so he hears more from the mouths of the people: this Qingyang Daoist is an outstanding character, drinking Qiong Jelly Jade Dew, eating the heavenly peaches, he is really an immortal who does not eat fireworks in the world. According to Wang Xiaoer, who sells sesame and walnut twist flowers in the snack street, when he beat his grandfather's grandfather to sell twist flowers, Qingyang Daoist was already famous all over the world・・・・・・

Yurong is simply disdainful of this, to what extent are the ancients superstitious, if the Qingyang Daoist is really as legendary as the people say, why do you want to come to the Jade King's Mansion to eat and drink, and the stalk that passed the door three times, is Dayu indiscriminate!

Yurong speechlessly glanced at the Qingyang Daoist who was very happy to gnaw on chicken feet, but he was just an old man who liked famous tea chicken feet, how did he become an immortal in the mouths of the people?

Qingyang Daoist licked the oil of his right index finger, looked endlessly aftertasted, and burped with a smile: "Ah, after a few years, this unique braised chicken feet in Yuwangfu is still the taste that Xiao Lao'er has eaten, and it is not in vain that Xiao Lao'er has remembered it for so many years." ”

The Jade Lord took a sip of tea slowly, and did not speak. If the braised chicken feet of his Jade King's Mansion were not unparalleled in the world, how could he tame the greedy ghost of Qingyang Dao Chief.

As the saying goes, knowing the son Mo Ruo's father, Yurong deeply felt the father and Mo Ruonu, looking at the old belly of the Jade Prince, with a smug smile on his face, he knew what he was thinking, the Jade Prince, who was also a senior foodie, actually knew how to cook chicken feet alone, and also studied the way to eat to hang people's appetites. She couldn't help but smile lightly.

Qingyang Dao Chang looked at the two foxes in his eyes, one big and one small, with a signature jade-style smile on their faces, and couldn't help but feel a chill on his back, knowing that the dishes of the Jade King's Mansion were not let him eat for nothing, and it was estimated that he would be counted again.

The father and daughter looked at the appearance of the Qingyang Taoist hairs standing on end, and the Qingyang Taoist jumped up suddenly, grabbed the dust on the sandalwood square bench, and performed a standard Taoist salute: "Amitabha, the little old man is here to thank the Jade Lord for his hospitality, but the poor monk has important things to do when he comes to Beijing this time, and there are old people to meet, and he will come to visit the house another day!" ”

Yurong sighed twice when he heard this, and then went to pull Qingyang Dao Chang's hair: "When did Dao Chang change his career and become a monk?" How did I not know? ”

Qingyang Daoist flicked away Yurong's little hand, leaving a sentence of "Amitabha Buddha does not give or receive kisses" and turned around and slipped away.

The Jade Lord put down the Nanyang jade cup in his hand without hurry: "Rong'er, the pickled pepper phoenix feet that you personally cooked for this king, but you just happened to be able to open the altar today?" ”

Yurong Hui smiled, and there was exactly the same cunning as the Jade Lord on her face: "Well, Rong'er has been studying for a few days・・・・・・"

"Little Lao'er suddenly felt that it was more important to be the prince's matter." Without waiting for Yurong to finish speaking, the Qingyang Daoist appeared in front of the father and daughter with the appearance of relieving the world's people, yes, he Qingyang Daoist didn't come back for a pickled pepper phoenix claw that he had never heard of.

Yurong's eyes were bent into crescents, the upward curve of the corners of her mouth revealed pleasure, looking at the Qingyang Daoist in front of her who was pretending to be serious, she sincerely admired: "Dao Chief, you are really a man like the wind." After speaking, he drifted out of the door, and called Qinglan and the two little girls to go to the small kitchen.

Qingyang Dao Chang stroked his beard, and the little girl said that he was a man like the wind, did he mean that he was agile? The girl's mouth is sweet!

The Jade Lord still looks like everything in the world has nothing to do with me, and his slender and thin hands are playing with the valuable Nanyang jade cup, and he looks at the Qingyang Daoist with interest.

Qingyang Dao Chang turned his head and saw the light appearance of the Jade Prince, and immediately exploded: Okay, you are a jade calm, I think that your calm name was given to you by the little old man back then, and now he actually joined your daughter to pit me, and said angrily

"Come on, what's the trouble here, the little old man is still in a hurry to see the old immortal!" ”

Hearing this, the Jade Lord got up slowly, and his peach blossom eyes were full of a smile that had succeeded in his treacherous scheme: "Thank you calmly for accepting my son as a disciple." ”

Qingyang Dao Chang blinked his eyes: "Yang Zhi is talented and intelligent, his bones are strange, and his civil and military affairs are famous in the capital for a long time, and the little old man accepts him as an apprentice, which can also be regarded as a blessing for the little old man." ”

The Jade Lord laughed, looking at the red sun that was about to set on the West Mountain, and a layer of drunken mist sprouted in his eyes.

Qingyang Dao Chang looked at the back of the Jade Lord standing facing the glow, as if a wall was rising from the ground in his heart, pressing him out of breath, calmly calming him, after all, he still chose this step.

The two of them stood quietly, watching the fire clouds in the sky change and dyeing the sky red in an instant, Yurong came from the small courtyard and smiled briskly: "The sunset is infinitely good, but it is just near dusk." Twilight has come, and the Taoist chief will stay in the house to eat. ”

As soon as he heard the word "meal", Qingyang Daoist instantly felt that his steps were fluttering, and he didn't care about being polite with Yurong, so he swept the jade prince in front of him with a whisk, and couldn't wait to ask: "What is that pickled pepper phoenix claw you said?" When it comes to eating, his heart is as uncomfortable as a cat scratching, but this calm and appetizing person likes to hang people's appetite, alas, it has been calculated for so many years.

"It's nothing, it's just Rong'er's exclusive secret recipe." The Jade Lord shook his fan calmly, and his tone was calm.

For her father's appearance, Yurong is really used to seeing it, and she won't make a fuss for a long time, this Jade Lord is definitely the Lord of Mount Tai who collapsed in front of him and his color remains unchanged, even if someone wants to lift his Jade Palace, he will only say lightly "please", the emperor's reward is not in his eyes, and his exclusive secret recipe can only be described with words like "merely" and "just".

When Daoist Qingyang heard this, he was not so calm, and grabbed Yurong: "Quick, take the little old man to try it!" ”

Looking at the gray-robed old man dragging the girl in white, an old man and a young man walked towards the dining room with their mouths crossed, the Jade Lord suddenly felt a warm heart: It's just like this when the years are good, Qingyi, if you are still there, the Jade Lord closed his eyes tightly, and his handsome face seemed to be a little painfully distorted, but it was only for a moment, and his face regained a calm like a wave of water, as if the painful appearance was just an illusion.