Fushan is more than 1,000 miles away from Chang'an.

The clouds and mist here are scattered all year round, and they are also incompatible with the rainy characteristics of the southern continent, so it is really not an excellent resort for cultivation.

Between the mountains, there is a river that flows northward, named Luo.

Luoshui is the only river in the entire continent that does not go east, and it is also the only river in Fushan.

Baoyu didn't eat the hot pot in Chang'an City, but by mistake he got on a rice boat heading south along the canal. Within a few days, the two came to the lively Xingzhou City outside Fushan.

There are several villages and towns scattered outside Fushan, with Xingzhou as the center, and the most famous is Fuluo.

Fuluo Town is backed by Dafu Mountain and faces Luoshui, which is a treasure land of feng shui.

Baoyu looked at everything in front of him, and his heart had long forgotten the cold and gloom of Northland County.

After dark, Fuluo Town is particularly lively, and Chunhe Store is located in the east of the most prosperous town, close to the canal wharf.

Whether it is a boatman or a tourist from other places, Chunhe shop is always the most coveted place.

It's the second half of the night, and the Chunhe store is still full of people.

At the suggestion of the old boatman, Baoyu and the others chose a crowded small room in a more secluded attic to live in.

Compared with the bustle in the lobby, the backyard of Chunhe store seems a little deserted.

Under the starlight, the huge courtyard was filled with wooden barrels of fine rice that had been soaked for twelve hours.

In the corner, there was a young boy who was not yet tall and dark, and he was standing on a wooden bench at this time, scooping up a large spoonful of soaked round rice with one hand, and then pushing the stone mill with both hands.

As the two huge grinding discs rotated and made a purring sound, the rice juice of Baihuahua flowed out of the gap between the two broken discs, and thin white threads hung on the edge of the grinding discs.

"Qingwen, hurry up, it's almost dawn. ”

The sleepy-eyed proprietress came to the backyard with a thin bamboo skewer in her mouth and urged.

Qingwen didn't squeak, just pushed the heavy stone mill.

Drinking enough water is stone-ground into rice milk, and within an hour, it will turn into a tempting rice husk before the eyes of diners.

Every day before going to bed, Qingwen will habitually take a look at the floating mountains that are mostly covered by floating clouds, and today is no exception.

He doesn't have a master, so naturally no one will arrange a helper like Baoyu for him, let alone smooth sailing like Baoyu.

After two failures in facing the mountain, he chose to stay in Fuluo Town, and never left half a step after entering the Chunhe store.

......

The towns on the banks of Luoshui attract visitors from all over the world every autumn, not to see the true face of the world's first sect, nor to taste the river crabs in Luoshui.

As the ancestor of the world's cool skin, Luoshui Liangpi is divided into two types: rice skin and dough.

Rice skin and dough are better than rice skin.

August is the season when the rice seeds are ripe, and this year the Gushan Mountain area has rarely spent a year of abundant water, and the news of the bumper rice harvest has even spread to the extremely cold land north of the Lingjiang River.

Ordinary people think that as in previous years, the crowded pedestrians on the streets are just here to taste the most authentic rice noodles in the world.

Wei Xiaobao didn't think so, she didn't dare to relax for a moment and stared at the two teenagers on the street who couldn't see anything wrong.

"Girl, if you don't eat it, give it to the old man! This rice skin must be eaten while it is hot, and if it is cold, it will be ruined. ”

Lao Xianghua stared at the steaming rice skin on the table, and the thick Adam's apple squirmed.

The girl didn't want to look back, but the silver bell on her wrist trembled violently.

Turning his head, the old flower had already heard the bell and disappeared.

"Senior sister, who are you waiting for?!" Wei Xiaobao only looked at the street, not knowing that a fellow disciple had walked in.

"Did you see that?"

"See, it's two bowls of hot rice husk. ”

The boy looked at the plump sesame seeds on the rice skin that were still slowly wafting in the red oil, and almost swallowed his tongue into his stomach.

Wei Xiaobao shook his head, lifted the door curtain, and walked out.

......

"Where's your sword?!"

I feel strange when I keep calling flowers in the store.

As the most important female disciple of the head of the dignified Fushan Sect, how could she not have her own sword?!

At this time, Lao Zhaohua had already taken off his disguise and showed the original appearance of a green-faced scholar.

Lao Zhaohua and Wei Xiaobao saw that the two of them on the street were just the shadows of this scholar.

The scholar's name is Ming Jiu, and he is a disciple of the demon clan, and Wei Xiaobao has to call him uncle in terms of seniority.

The habit of laziness and sleepiness of the Nine Immortals has long spread throughout the continent.

It's just that he appeared in Fuluo Town at this time, and it must not be for those two bowls of cold skin.

Ming Jiu closed his eyes and sniffed greedily at the smell of oily and spicy seeds wafting from the shop, and when he first saw Wei Xiaobao, he knew that it was impossible for him to cross the shallow strait again.

"Do you demon people really like to eat cold skins too?"

He never expected that the last question this girl asked would be this.

The popularity of Liangpi in Lanling, the territory of the demon clan, is not a matter of the last few hundred years.

Although the rice in the villages and towns near Xingzhou is not bumper every year, it has never disappointed visitors from all over the world.

Even so, it's hard to understand the diners who are looking for deliciousness.

What's more, those greedy demon clans, where the frost grows in Jiaoyang, don't even grow grass, let alone rice.

"But ......"

A strand of green silk flew out of the silver bracelet on Wei Xiaobao's wrist, not giving Ying Jiu a chance to say the words that had been passed down for tens of thousands of years.

Two drops of blood were left on the white neck of the Stygian Nine.

Even ten steps away, Wei Xiaobao could feel a chill in his blood.

"Fast snow is not only in the north, but also in the east. ”

This sentence was heard by Wei Xiaobao when she was a child, she never thought about the meaning of this sentence, there was only a sword in her heart.

But today, when she was carrying the corpse of the Nine Dead through Luoshui, Wei Xiaobao had a question in her heart about that sentence.

Luoshui was not deep, and Wei Xiaobao, who was dragging the corpse of the Nine Dead, walked very slowly.

There is an apricot forest on the other side of Luoshui, which can be used as a fire ground for destroying demon spirits.

At the end of the street, she had told her nearby classmates to go and cook.

In the depths of the apricot forest, Wei Xiaobao, who was looking at the green flames, sighed:

"With your qualifications, it won't be bad, it seems that you are really too lazy. ”

Even though the demon soul of the Nine was very poor, Wei Xiaobao still waited for the flames to be completely extinguished before leaving with the corpse again.

At this time, the entire Lonely Mountain was staring at one place, and naturally no one noticed this little incident that happened in Fuluo Town.

Wei Xiaobao knew that Ji Qingmo was nearby when she walked in Songting, but she believed that the old master would not miss the chatter before the retreat.

At twilight, the Floating Mountain Great Array was activated, and all the disciples and elders of the streams fell their eyes on the bluestone cliff of the lonely peak.

Only this girl, who has been lit by Fushan Kendo since she was in the womb, does not turn back and walks into the distance.

"Yuanyu!"

These are the words of the old master, he is very strict with his disciples, except for Wei Xiaobao. Many times he will also be biased towards her, consciously or unconsciously.

If it weren't for the fact that she knew that the old master would not stop her, Wei Xiaobao would not dare to dispose of the body of the Dead Nine privately.

Everything she did was clearly visible to the two teenagers.

Qingwen and Baoyu are only separated by a wall......