Jiang Xiaobai took a bath and changed his clothes.

Out of the bathroom, there was a clanging sound in the kitchen next to it.

In the dim light, a figure bent in front of the stove.

Jiang Xiaobai walked over and saw Hatsune busy in front of the stove, bending down to stuff firewood into the stove.

White heat was rising from the stove, and snow-white noodles were tumbling in boiling water.

"Master, if you're hungry, go and sit in the hall, and you'll be fine right away. ”

Hatsune bent over, fingers running through the hair of her sideburns, and said with a smile.

It's the familiar crescent moon again.

"Good. ”

Jiang Xiaobai chuckled and nodded.

He turned and went to the cellar and picked up a jar of wine.

When she came out, Hatsune was carrying a bowl of noodles and had just placed it in the hall.

The little girl stood on tiptoe, lying on the table with her two little hands, as if looking at what her sister had cooked.

"Go get two more bowls and have a drink. ”

Jiang Xiaobai raised the wine jar in his hand, his eyebrows and eyes relaxed, with a smile.

Hatsune was stunned, smiling like a flower.

"Okay!"

After a while, there was a square table in the hall, a jar of wine, a bowl of noodles, two glasses of wine, and a few dishes of pickled dishes.

"Taste it. ”

Crystal clear sake is poured into a white porcelain bowl from the mouth of the jar, and the sound is beautiful, like the tinkling of spring water.

The crisp aroma of wine is overflowing, and there is a faint medicinal aroma.

Jiang Xiaobai poured a cup for Hatsune.

Hatsune raised her hands and took a sip of her mouth.

After taking a sip, the small mouth opened slightly, and I fanned it, feeling spicy.

At the same time, a blush rose from her neck to her face.

"Master, this wine is really strong. ”

Hatsune choked, and tears broke out in the corners of her eyes.

This is Jiang Xiaobai's wine made with grain and medicinal herbs, which is naturally strong.

Before his death, Lao Dao loved to drink it the most.

Jiang Xiaobai saw her appearance, the corners of his mouth curled, and he chuckled:

"If you feel it carefully, how is this wine different?"

"There was a sweet breath in the throat and it was very comfortable. ”

Hatsune felt it seriously for a while, and her eyebrows and eyes were not quite sure.

"This wine is brewed by me with medicinal herbs that have been matured by the spiritual spring, and it has spiritual energy in it, which is good for cultivation. ”

Jiang Xiaobai picked up the bowl, drank a bowl, put it down, looked at her with a smile in the corner of his eyes, and continued:

"You're going to drink more later. ”

"Huh?"

Hatsune's eyebrows widened, and her mouth opened slightly: "But, Master, this wine is so strong, I will get drunk after drinking a little." ”

The pretty face is a little embarrassed, and under the redness, there is some playful taste.

"Brother, the fawn wants to taste it too. ”

The little girl climbed into the chair by herself, smiled with big eyes, and shouted.

Jiang Xiaobai dipped his chopsticks in the wine bowl and let the little girl taste it.

"Babble, it's spicy. ”

The fawn's tongue was dipped in wine, his body trembled, his eyes narrowed vigorously, and he opened his tongue to scream.

Jiang Xiaobai and Hatsune master and apprentice laughed when they saw it.

"Wangwang"

The cry of rhubarb was also heard.

Outside, the mountains were hazy, the dew was steaming, and the moonlit night glowed with a cool hue.

In late autumn, the weather is cool, and the trees are sluggish.

The small courtyard is dusk and the sake is cold.

You say autumn cool, I say autumn cool.

...................

Next.

The sky is bright, and the morning dew is yellowed in the morning light.

In the distant mountains, it is hazy and ethereal, and in front of the hall door, there are two women combing robes.

In the middle of the hall, Jiang Xiaobai has been like a decade and has set up breakfast.

Mix with pickles.

He looked at the court like this, took a sip of porridge, and said secretly - long time gone.

After breakfast, Jiang Xiaobai cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks as usual, and Hatsune rushed to do it, but he didn't let him.

Put on an apron and boil a pot of water, this feeling is especially intimate.

Hatsune held her hands behind her back, her fingers pinched her fingers, her eyes shining, and she paced at the base of her feet, shaking her head playfully as she watched her master plow on the stove.

"What is there to see?"

Jiang Xiaobai asked her with a smile, burying her head in washing the dishes.

"Master, you are amazing. ”

Hatsune's eyes lit up, and there was some pride and seriousness in the smiling crescent moon, and some fear.

She's got the news, the news about the woodcutter hill last night.

Last night's news of Qiaofu Mountain had already caused a stir in the cultivation world.

Jiang Xiaobai listened, shook his head and smiled.

"Just ask you and me to worry, that's enough. ”

"Jiang Xiaoyou. ”

At this moment, a cry suddenly sounded outside the house, ringing in my ears.

"There are guests coming. ”

Jiang Xiaobai raised his eyebrows, smiled happily, wiped his hand on the apron, and stepped out.

"Master, do you want tea?"

Hatsune asked at a trott in the back.

"No, go to the cellar and get wine. ”

..............

Outside the courtyard gate, a group of people stepped into this small courtyard.

At the hall gate, Jiang Xiaobai was dressed in a plain white gown with an apron around his waist and walked out of the threshold.

"You're here!"

Jiang Xiaobai stepped out of the door, bowed with his hand, and smiled like a spring breeze.

"Haha, Jiang Xiaoyou dressed up to greet me and others, it seems that he is disturbing you to wash the dishes. ”

The white-eyed Taoist from Longhu Mountain looked up to the sky and smiled, a little funny.

Traveling with him, the old monk of Kongming, the old man of Shushan Wei, the father and son of the Confucian Wang, and the monks and nuns of Emei.....

These people all looked at Jiang Xiaobai, who was wearing an apron around his waist in front of the hall with a smile, and laughed, each with emotion in his heart.

Last night, the demon was destroyed, Jin Liansheng was born, and Jiang Xiaobai, who preached to everyone on the Golden Lotus Platform, was still alone with an apron at this time, just like an ordinary person.

"Everyone, my yard is too small, everyone moves outside the yard. ”

Jiang Xiaobai smiled.

...........................

When everyone gathered at Wutong Mountain, outside, the cultivation world set off another round of boiling and rebelliousness.

The focus of the conversation was nothing more than what happened to Woodcutter Hill last night.

The several reversals of the woodcutter mountain demon slaying operation last night can be described as "amazing"!

Tricks to kill, demons escape, chase and kill, "another" powerful demon appears, the congenital predecessors encounter a crisis, and then the golden light hole, the demon dissipates in an instant, and a golden lotus comes out.

It is rumored that Jiang Senpai, who died at the hands of the demon, was shocked into the golden lotus, and now preached for the cultivators who participated in the action.

There are two important topic points, Jiang Xiaobai got the Tao again, shot to kill the demons, and walked in front again.

Second, it was this senior who made a vow to preach for the cultivators who participated in the assembly of Mount Woodcutter at that time and responded to the action of exterminating demons.

These two points make the current practitioners of all walks of life envious and sigh.

They are still struggling towards the innate realm in the acquired stage, this senior is already far ahead, and that kind of powerful demon can be killed.

And this senior preached to those who were present at that time, but he was envious of others.

Some people who received the Tao at that time said that the words of Jiang's predecessors were of great benefit to entering the innate realm, and they could avoid many detours.

This makes many people envious at the same time, but also makes people red, especially those who are loose cultivators, without the guidance of the sect, can only grope for themselves in this world, crossing the river by feeling the stones, they feel difficult, and they regret not responding to this action.

And the ones whose hearts are really dripping blood are those cultivators who give up halfway and are scared away.

Moreover, most of these people are still casual cultivators.

Do you think you can stand it?

I can't stand it!1

(Drink a little wine, dizzy, very intimate, today's Lantern Festival, I wish everyone a happy reunion, single dogs, the Year of the Dog is prosperous!)