In the spring of 8,990 years in the 33rd year of Tianyan, the year is in the Huaiyue, the locust flowers are hung all over the branches, the fragrance is overflowing, the snow-white flowers are dotted among the emerald green branches, like a shy girl, with the breeze blowing, shaking up the dance posture of Miaoman.

At the border between the Jinchen Empire and the 100,000 mountains, one large, two small and three people walked on the emerald green barren road, the path overgrown with weeds saw it, and from time to time it was decorated with small flowers large or small, yellow or red, and among the sparse trees on the side, the locust trees that had bloomed were swaying their weak branches under the breeze.

"Lin, Lin, what are we going to eat this time? Why don't you get another Gudong pot to eat, and I'll hunt a red sky brocade chicken for you, okay?" asked the little monk who was wearing a monk's robe, with clear eyes and a clean face, with an excited face.

For nearly a month, after the three of them separated from the thieves from the Divine Burial Mountain, they went all the way to the east, passing through the inaccessible 100,000 mountains, and finally reached the border of the Jinchen Empire. Since most of his memories were regained, Lin Liao began to try to do things that he once remembered very familiar on the way, such as carving and cooking. Last time, when I stepped into the 100,000 mountains, because I encountered a small outbreak of wild beasts and beasts, under the pressure of the quasi-emperor, I didn't experience much impact, but there were always some people who couldn't escape in time, and died around the corpses of the wild beasts trampled by the same clan, among which there were some rare birds and beasts, all of which were good ingredients. In line with the principle of not wasting, by the way, to pay tribute to the five internal organs temple that had already gone on strike, Lin picked up some rare birds that were unlucky and died under the tide of beasts that could not be avoided, and this red sky brocade chicken is one of them.

According to the memory in his mind, Lin Li directly dug a stone pot more than a foot in size by himself, and then collected some herbs and mushrooms for seasoning with the rich plant resources near the 100,000 mountains, crushed them, and boiled a pot of fragrant and fragrant brocade chicken soup with the skeleton of the flying golden chicken after removing the meat.

The three of them took this pot of hot soup, and when the firewood was burning below, the little monk Lin taught the little monk to hold chopsticks, pick up a piece of thin crystal clear brocade chicken that was picked, and brush it into the stone pot that was boiling and clattering. Even the old monk, who rarely praised in words, did not hesitate to say a few words about the comfort of this grunt pot.

"So you want to eat, but there are few good ingredients here, make a pot of coodong. Aside from the soup base, which is the most important, there are only the ingredients left. Lin scratched his head.

"It's so easy, I'll ask my grandfather if he collected any other ingredients last time. If not, I'll go to the dense forest over there to hunt a few golden pheasants, and I think it's not far from the 100,000 mountains here, so I think there should be. After thinking about it, the little monk ran directly to the old monk who was closing his eyes and meditating under the locust tree in front of him.

After eating the Gudong pot made by Lin Liao last time, I couldn't satisfy the little monk. I've been with Lin Liao for so long, except for seeing Lin Li's barbecue before, I rarely found that Lin Liao even knows such a strange thing as a coodong pot, and it's very delicious, and every time I think of it, I salivate without any interest.

"Lin, look..."After asking the old monk, Kongye directly dragged the small half-legged barbarian antelope and ran over.

"Hahaha, I'll just say that my grandfather must have stolen something good last time, look at this barbarian antelope, can you make a grunt pot. The little monk who was still panting had a look of invitation.

"Well, yes, you go with me to pick up good things, do you see that row of locust trees? There are some golden mushrooms on them, that's a good thing, pick them all, and you'll know how delicious they are later." Lin pointed to a row of locust trees not far away, and under the cover of the green branches and leaves, he could occasionally see some layers of golden mushrooms on the trunks of the locust trees in the wind blowing the branches.

"Lin, what is that?" looked at it, and sure enough, as Lin said, many of the locust trees in that row had layers of golden mushrooms on their trunks.

"Jade Emperor mushroom, it is rumored that cooking this mushroom can attract the upper realm Jade Emperor and the lower realm to steal food, do you say it is delicious?" After listening to Lin Li's narration, the little monk who was still on the side just now couldn't wait to run over there.

For a long time, the little monk played with Lin, but he never revealed the fact that he could practice, until the last time when he met the beast tide in the 100,000 mountains, Lin Li knew that this pure young man who usually played with him next to him was actually a cultivator who would go up to the realm. It really surprised Lin Li, and he was especially enthusiastic about cultivation.

The little monk who ran to the side of the locust tree, jumped on the trunk of the locust tree with the help of three or two, carefully collected the layers of jade emperor mushrooms, and when he finished picking a locust tree, he jumped lightly and ran to the trunk of another locust tree. In the forest on the side of the deserted road, he picked up some dead branches and broken trees nearby, and found a few wild vegetables in the weeds on the side, and picked the wild vegetables. I got a few big stones from the side of the road, put them away, took the stone pot I had made myself from the old monk, put it on the stones, lit the dead branches and grass below, and put away the river water that I had gone to a short distance to put away.

So after making preparations, Lin Li took out the Ying, not to mention that although he hadn't used this thing to carve talismans and draw arrays, it was really good to use wood, bone removal and the like. After deboning and fleshing the barbarian antelope, the lamb leg bones were thrown directly into the stone pot, plus a few wild vegetables that had just been picked, and seasoning plants prepared in the 100,000 mountains, waiting for the pot of bone broth to boil.

After waiting for two or three teas, the stone pot in front of Lin Li began to boil, and the little monk Kongye who had gone to collect the Jade Emperor Mushroom before also came back, and the result was a large coat full of Jade Emperor Mushrooms, and Lin Liao washed it in the stone pot that was embarrassing and boiling, until the unique aroma of the Jade Emperor Mushroom began to overflow, Lin Li motioned to the little monk who was swallowing saliva on the side to call the old monk who was closing his eyes and meditating.

"Well, it's so fragrant, it seems that the old man can feast again today. The old monk who was called up by the little monk moved his nose before he moved, and the smell of the fragrant pot around him was really appetizing.

Came to Lin Li's side, took the chopsticks he handed over, the old monk and the little monk Kongye sat down separately, and the savage antelope meat as thin as a cicada's wings was picked on the side, and they were washed together in the stone pot. After a while, the sound of feasting was everywhere.

Just when Lin Li, Dao and the little monk were eating, at the end of the deserted road near the border of the Jinchen Empire, there was a sudden sound of horses' hooves galloping, and when the three of them looked up, they saw a complicated and beautifully decorated carriage coming towards this place, and when they got close to the three of them, the galloping carriage stopped. A plainly dressed, cheerful and heroic woman led a boy who was no more than thirteen or fourteen years old to get out of the carriage and come over.

"Everyone, bother, the little girl and her dog passed through here, and was attracted by the food, so she suddenly came here to eat, I don't know if it?" The woman's voice is clear and beautiful, and she thinks that her personality should also be a cool and heroic person.

"Which one of the Qinghe Lu family are you?" The old monk who was still eating just now put down his chopsticks, turned his head to look at the carriage and the plainly dressed woman, and said in a deep voice.

"The little woman Qinghe Lu Clan's Lu Lin Yu'an, this is the dog Lu Jianqing. The plain-clothed woman who came over bowed slightly to the old monk and whispered softly. There was a short sword no more than three feet long hanging from his waist, and a young man with a young face, his hands together, gave a formal salute to the old monk. After getting up, he looked curiously at the little monk and Lin who were busy with antelope meat next to the stone pot.

"Since you are a member of the Qinghe Lu clan, then sit down, and you don't need to be too particular about the wilderness. Your surname is Lin? It looks like a person from the Lin clan who is not empty. After glancing at the plainly dressed woman and the young man, the old monk picked up the chopsticks placed on the side of the stone pot and invited the mother and son to take a seat.

"The little woman is the daughter of the Lin clan of Bukong Mountain, this time she happened to return home to save her relatives, before the ancestor came out of the coffin, something was delayed, and the future and the ceremony. The woman who seemed to have a hearty personality had no scruples, pulled her son to sit aside, took the chopsticks handed over by Lin Li, thanked her, and directly picked up the stone pot.

"Well, it's really good, it's even better to have a little wine, Jianqing, go to the car and bring two jars of the drunken Qingying that your grandfather brought, and taste it with the master and the two little brothers. With the ingredients in the pot and the antelope meat, the daughter of the Lin family, who was very happy to eat, called the son beside her.

The young man with a young and immature face got up and walked slowly, and after a while, he brought two jars of wine. The woman took a jar, slapped it at the mouth of the altar, removed the covered mud, and immediately a faint fragrance drilled into everyone's nose, light and fragrant wine, pure but not strong, just suitable for tasting in late spring.

"The drunken Qingying of the Lu family in Qinghe County has not been drunk for many years, well, this taste is not bad as in my memory, fragrant but not strong, pure but not wanton. The entrance is soft and fragrant, and the lower mouth is fragrant and leaves teeth. Hurry up, you girl doll is cool, this Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, not bad. After taking a bowl of drunken Qingying brought by Lin Yu'an, the old monk put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it lightly, then took a big sip directly, swallowed it, took a long sigh of relief, and said.

"Master, have you ever drunk the drunken Qingying of the Humble House before?" asked the woman next to her curiously, and the young man of the Lu family on the side also looked at the old monk.

For Lu Jianqing, a young man from the Lu family, he didn't see anything strange with his mother, after all, his mother was a well-known cozy woman in the Daoyan Continent, just like this time, he was in a hurry to go to the ancestral land of the Lin clan in the Divine Burial Mountain, but as soon as he left the border of the Jinchen Empire, his mother asked about the fragrance of people's eyes, until she saw these three people holding a stone pot on the side of the road, stopped the carriage and came down to eat.

"Well, yes, when Lao Qu was young, he trained the world with a few playmates in Qinghe County of the Jinchen Empire for a while, so he naturally knew about the drunken Qingying of the Qinghe Lu clan. The old monk may have smelled the aroma of the wine, or perhaps it was the person who saw the Qinghe Lu clan, and there were ripples that had long been lost in his memory and had never been recalled, so that after drinking the drunken Qingying in the bowl, he still held the bowl stupidly, bowed his head and whispered.

"Haha, it's rare to meet the old man of the humble house on the road, the little girl is lucky, and the slave family respects the master again. "I heard that when the old monk was young, he had traveled to Qinghe, and this hearty woman laughed and said, if it is an ordinary woman's posture, it may be considered a loss of etiquette, regardless of the posture, but the woman in front of the old monk, such a behavior, does not show a twisted state, nor does it see a strange posture, straightforward and generous, overflowing with heroic spirit, just right.

After drinking Lin Yu'an's drunken Qingying, the old monk Buddha's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the woman and the young man: "The old man has not walked the rivers and lakes for a long time, and this time he was also entrusted by the deceased to come to the Divine Burial Mountain Bukong Mountain Lin Clan to see the gift, Fang returned not long ago, but it is interesting, I met you and other such a cool person, there are women like you in Bukong Mountain, it is rare." ”

The master smiled, his father is not the old Lin Houwu of the empty mountain clan, and he is more strict in temperament, but his mother is more indulgent, so as to develop such a mixed temperament as a little woman, the master can be forgiven. After drinking the drunken Qingying in the bowl with pride, Lin Yu'an, a simple woman, directly raised her sleeve with one hand to wipe off the wine stains on the corner of her mouth, and said indifferently.

"Haha, this is fate, you are actually the daughter of Houwu, I really can't see that a person like him would have a daughter like you. Listening to the words of the woman next to him, the old monk looked at Lin Yu'an with curiosity, not to mention that there were several shadows of Lin Houwu in the corners of the woman's eyes and eyebrows.

"Master, do you know my father? The old monk's words made the cool and heroic woman suddenly have a little more doubt and vigilance, which is too coincidental.

"Not to mention acquaintance, back then, a few of us and a few others had traveled to this Jinchen Empire together, and your father was only a young man in his early twenties at that time. "It's like reminiscing about the past, and it seems to be meeting the daughter of the deceased, some memories are like a broken embankment, once opened, the torrent of memories rolls in?

"Are you a master of madness? The little girl has heard her father muttering about when he was young, and his brothers have traveled the world together, and they have a unique taste. Looking at the old monk with kind eyes and a Buddha-like face in front of him, Lin Yu'an seemed to recall that when he was a child, he surrounded his father's knees and pestered him to tell stories.