"The cracks in the mud are evenly distributed, and it looks like it's baked well."

After Su Xue finished speaking, her cousin suddenly looked at her in surprise.

"Okay, Xiaoxue, connoisseur!"

"Hee-hee, I've only seen it in a book!"

While the two were talking, Zhao Ling had already taken the lead in knocking open a mud egg, and the mud was split like an eggshell, and by the light of the fire, everyone only saw the steamed chicken that had been oily and tender, steaming shyly, "breaking out of the shell"!

Originally, the chicken feathers on the pheasant were scorched and even the outermost skin was stained with the inner layer of the mud, and the steamed chicken seemed to have just come out of the steamer.

"It smells so good!"

A visceral smell of meat permeated the camp, and Wu Xiaolang swore that he had never smelled such fragrant chicken in his life.

"Why isn't the chicken in the restaurant so fragrant?"

Zhao Ling and his cousin have begun to share chicken for everyone to eat, and the fat man eats a mouthful of oil, and continues to praise it.

"Because the restaurant plucks the chicken, and wraps it with lotus leaves or tin foil, it loses the original taste of the flower chicken." Zhao Ling explained.

"And because you can't eat this pheasant in the restaurant." My cousin laughed.

"Don't talk about this pheasant, even this wild fruit and wild mushroom can't be eaten in the city."

Wu Xiaolang pinched out a piece of mushrooms from the chicken's belly and put it in his mouth and chewed it, these mushrooms and wild fruits have been checked by his cousin and can be eaten.

"Hahaha........."

……………

The moon rose higher and brighter in the night sky, and the laughter and laughter in the valley echoed continuously.

"Cousin, why is that immortal guiding stone called an immortal guiding stone?"

At this time, the full moon just rose above the strange stone of the immortal guide on the other side of the valley, and Wu Xiaolang was fascinated by it, so he asked his cousin.

"Yes, the stone is just a small fork on it, why do you call the immortals to guide the way?"

Everyone also looked at their cousin with their water glasses, they were almost full, and although it was dark now, it was just after eight o'clock in the evening, and the mountains chatted around the campfire without sleep.

"Well......... this"

The cousin sold a pass, and then shook her head and said, "It's right for you to ask me!" ”

The cousin continued: "Legend has it that a long time ago, there was a prodigy who was a two-year-old capable of writing and a four-year-old martial artist, and the prodigy was born in a wealthy merchant family. Only because of the frustration of the science field later, after changing to business, he eroded his old book, and when he was desperate, he went to Huangshan to find a teacher to visit immortals. I didn't know that I ran all over the thousands of peaks and ravines, and I didn't even see a trace of a medicine farmer or woodcutter. When the dry food is gone, they swallow wild fruits, and when their clothes are worn out, they are covered with bark and leaves. Gradually, he became skinny, and finally passed out on the side of the road one day, dying. ”

Speaking of this, my cousin took a leisurely sip of water, and everyone looked at my cousin seriously with their little heads held high.

"I don't know how long later, an old man with a basket on his back and mountain socks and shoes came to wake up the prodigy, and after asking about the situation, the old man laughed and said........."

The cousin changed to an old man's tone: "'Why are you smart but you are mistaken by being smart?'" Where are there any immortals, you go home quickly and find a strength to work, so as not to throw a life in this barren mountain and wilderness and feed jackals, tigers and leopards in vain. After saying that, he also sent some wild fruits to the prodigy to eat on the way. The prodigy thought that the old man's words were right, so he thanked the old man and said goodbye. I didn't go far, and suddenly I came to my senses: 'I have run all over the mountains and have never even seen a single figure, and the old man is clearly an immortal. He turned around and chased after him, and when he caught up with the old man, he fell to his knees and begged the old man to show him a way to become an immortal. The old man said, 'Where am I a god?' To tell you the truth, in the first half of my life, I was ruined by the word fame and fortune, and then I saw through the red dust. Hidden here. The prodigy was skeptical, but seeing that the old man had an extraordinary demeanor and a fairy, he decided to worship the old man as a teacher, and begged bitterly. When he looked up again, the old man turned into a tall and burly strange rock pointing in a direction. This strange stone is the guiding stone of the immortals! ”

"And then?"

Everyone looked at their cousin expectantly, really afraid that their cousin would say, "Then there will be no then." ”

"And then ......," the cousin continued, "the prodigy bowed in front of the stone for a hundred times, and suddenly a voice came out of the stone man's belly: 'I didn't see an immortal when I walked all over the Yellow Mountain, I only blame fame and fortune in my heart, and persuade you to change to a diligent path, and you will be a fairy for the rest of your life.'" In the end, the prodigy listened to the words of the immortals, and in the second half of his life, he not only got married, but also lived a prosperous life. ”

After my cousin finished speaking, everyone was thoughtful, this is a typical folk education legend, teaching people to live a down-to-earth and diligent life.

But Wu Xiaolang didn't think about it and said, "Since the immortal has already shown the way to the prodigy, why did he go home instead?" Also a prodigy! Cut! ”

As soon as these words came out, the most clever chrysanthemum looked at the boulder under the moon in the valley, and then looked at the valley, and then smiled: "The prodigy is not stupid, he fortunately didn't follow the direction pointed by the immortal, the direction pointed by the immortal is Yungu, if he goes, he won't be able to get out!" ”

"Hahaha......"

Everyone couldn't help but laugh, no one would care too much about this kind of legend.

However, this strengthened Wu Xiaolang's idea of going to Cloud Valley, although the mythical story is false and true, this shows that Cloud Valley is definitely not simple, for Wu Xiaolang who can absorb aura, if he steps into the inner edge of Cloud Valley, he will definitely benefit a lot.

Looking at the bright moonlight scattered around him, Wu Xiaolang also planned to quietly go to Yungu to take a look when he was on duty tonight!

Wu Xiaolang was secretly planning, but on the other side, Su Xue had been secretly looking at him, and since Wu Xiaolang said that sentence just now, Su Xue was peeking at him.

There was a hint of strangeness in Shui Ling's eyes.

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(In the future, I want my cousin and Brother Su to form a CP, do you agree?) ）

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