Po worked hard for more than an hour, and finally prepared today's dinner peacefully, and did not let the kitchen be destroyed at the hands of these people. I have to say that when these high-level disciples are facing pots and pans, they look like they are facing a great enemy, which makes people feel as if they are in the fierce and scorching battlefield of the Great War of the Righteous Demons.

This reminded her of an interesting story.

It is said that before Gu Aweng came to Shangya, there was no fixed person in charge of Shangya's food, and each meal was completed by the disciples in turn, just like daily sprinkling and chores. Occasionally, if you encounter some good craftsmanship, the people of the entire sect can have a good meal, but the vast majority of disciples don't know anything about cooking, so most of the time, the food problem of the master has been criticized by the world.

Changshengjun also proposed that cooking be included in the list of compulsory courses for the disciples of the master, but it was rejected by the elders at that time on the grounds that "the gentleman is far away from cooking".

This situation was not resolved until Gu Aweng went up the mountain later. It is said that at that time, in order to prevent the leakage of internal strength and other secret techniques, the Fuqing Zhenren strongly opposed leaving people who were not disciples of their own sect on the mountain, and later after a group of disciples who were suffering from poor food jointly signed a letter, coupled with Changshengjun's kind words and persuasion, Gu Aweng, who was still a young child at the time, was left behind, and handed over to him chores such as cooking and sprinkling.

In this way, Gu Aweng has been in Shangya for fifty years, and he has never left for any other reason except for going down the mountain to buy things every day.

Even a few days ago, he was still warning her to be vigilant against demons, and when she went to practice at Wufang Zhenren as usual this morning, he asked her as usual if she wanted to eat a boiled egg before leaving. Everything seemed so normal, but he left abruptly under such circumstances, so hurried that he didn't even say goodbye in person......

Ah Bao sat at the stone table where Gu Aweng often sat in the courtyard, the table was empty, Gu Aweng was not there, and no one would take advantage of the moonlight to make a pot of tea, and sit in the empty courtyard to taste it slowly.

Gu Aweng likes to drink strong tea, which is so strong that others feel bitter. If someone came here to look for him, he would always bring a pot of tea out hospitablely, but in Bao's memory, it seems that no one has ever drunk it except for the real person who has no party. In Chu Zhaoran's words, judging from the color of the tea soup, it is not something that ordinary people can bear.

Ah Bao lay on the table, as if a piece was missing in her heart, empty, and she couldn't help but panic a little.

She thought that Gu Aweng would at least leave a letter or note for herself, or at least a message, but she turned her room upside down, went to Gu Aweng's room a few times, and finally opened the pile of firewood where she hid the money jar, and saw that the jar was well placed in its place, and nothing was missing, and nothing was more.

Gu Aweng has never been in the habit of locking the door, because there are few personal belongings in his bedroom. The two things Po has seen are a set of old Taoist robes that have been neatly folded in the wardrobe all year round, and a long flute made of turquoise jade.

Gu Aweng said that both were relics of the deceased, and showed a rare sad expression when he spoke. Therefore, although Po is curious, it is not easy to ask any further.

Now that Gu Aweng left suddenly, these two things disappeared with him, leaving only an empty cabinet, standing in the corner of the room with a clear window, as if no one had ever lived here.

The night was cold, Po couldn't help but shiver, and got up from the stone table with a huddle, only to feel like he had experienced a not so real dream, during which someone suddenly appeared and someone left in a hurry. My life seems to have changed in an instant, but I can't tell at what moment.

In the past, there were Gu Aweng and her in the courtyard, and then there was Chu Zhaoran, and then there was Wen Huang, who could only turn into a yellow dog at that time, and it became very lively for a while. However, now that only half a month has passed, Chu Zhaoran is unconscious, Wen Huang is injured and leaves, and now even Gu Aweng is nowhere to be found.

The wind blew through the fence, bringing a rustling sound, calling the pale moonlight, which looked particularly desolate in the empty courtyard.

Ah Bao couldn't help but feel a sour nose, and he didn't know if it was because of sadness or because he had been frozen for a long time. Seeing that it was getting late, I wanted to go back to my room to rest, but suddenly I heard a faint sound of music floating in my ears.

Po suspected that he had misheard, it was so late at night, who would have such leisure? Fu held his breath and listened, and the voice became clearer and clearer.

There are not a few disciples who are good at musical instruments, but Ah Bao used to be in the back kitchen all day long, and he has never had the opportunity to appreciate these spring and white snow, so although he feels that this music is melodious and very moving, he can't tell which kind of instrument it is.

Out of curiosity, Po got up and followed the direction from which the music came from, and began to look for the source of the sound.

The voice seemed to have a kind of magic, and it began to consciously guide her way, guiding her slowly out of the courtyard, winding along a secluded path behind the house, and after a cup of tea, had led her to a lotus pond with white water lilies.

This was originally the residence of the ethereal monarch Yun Xingzhi when he was still a disciple of Shangyao, and the white water lily was also Yun Xingzhi's favorite plant.

It is said that when the clouds went down the mountain for some unknown reasons, he burned his own courtyard here, and soon after, Changshengjun dug a pond here, planted countless white water lilies, under the nourishment of Penglai fairy energy, these water lilies bloom all year round, so this place has also become a fairyland-like landscape.

At this moment, the moon is in the sky, and the endless lotus pond is steaming with steam, and the white water lilies are blooming in patches between the sparkling water and the mist of the pond, and it looks like clouds falling from the sky.

The sound of music came from the center of the lotus pond, and through the mist of water, Ah Bao looked for prestige, and faintly saw a graceful figure standing in it, a white coat, almost merging with the surrounding lotus and mist.

The man was facing away from Po, as if he hadn't noticed her coming. The music did not stop, echoing on the lotus pond, whimpering tactfully, like crying and complaining.

Po couldn't help but be fascinated by it.

I don't know how long it took, but the music stopped abruptly. The man sighed almost inaudibly, and said slowly: "The name of this song is 'Cloud Middle Tune', which was originally a flute song, but now it is played with Xun, which is actually a little more sad." ”

"You can hear this song and find it, but it's because you're thinking about someone?" The man's voice pierced through the hazy mist and blew into Po's ears like a clear and gentle wind.

It's just that Ah Bao can't answer, if she can speak, she must first ask the identity of this person, why he appeared here late at night, and more importantly, the white clothes, black hair, and the beautiful voice like Kunshan jade crush, inexplicably made her feel familiar.

"It doesn't matter who I am, you'll find out later." The woman said, "Since you and I are destined to meet each other, can you listen to me finish playing this song at this moment?" ”

After saying that, she turned her head again, raised her hand to put Xun to her lips, and played the song "Cloud in the Tune" again.

As the music began to rise, the white mist on the pool began to become thicker, and Po's vision became more and more blurred.

After a while, she finally realized that she had been spelled, but at this time her body was out of control, unable to move, and could only stand in place, letting the whimpering music enter her ears like flowing water, and then slowly and clearly and perceptibly, all over her body.

Po felt that his body had become lilt, as if he had been dragged up by the music, and was being taken farther and farther away from the lotus pond. Gradually, I couldn't hear anything else in my ears except the sound of Xun, and I couldn't think of anything in my mind except the back of the woman.

I don't know how long she floated in the air like this, but suddenly in the next moment, she began to fall rapidly without warning, as if she had fallen off a cliff, falling from mid-air, her eyes were black, and she fell into a body.

Ah Bao's whole person shook suddenly, and he straightened up from the stone table, only to feel that his heart was beating like a drum, and his body still retained the sense of loss of control that had just fallen rapidly, and there were layers of cold sweat on his forehead and palms.

After a long time, she gradually calmed down, and found that she was sitting on a stone bench in the courtyard, and everything about Fang Cai, the sound of Xun, the lotus pond, and the woman, were all too real dreams she had after falling asleep on the stone table.