Chapter 23: A Bite of the Race Immortals
Under the moonlit night, the shadow had his back to Su Cao and breathed, and his straight back was slightly stiff.
On this cold spring night, the air seemed to be filled with a trace of embarrassment of being broken by Su Cao.
He was also the one who asked Mr. Copyist to carry the letter to Shen Yuning, right?
"Are you the head of the Changqing Temple?"
Su Cao paced behind him: "We've seen it, right?" Why don't you turn around? ”
As if in response to her insistent request, the man under the moonlit night finally turned around slowly.
The moonlight is like water!
The moment he turned around, Su Cao crashed into his deep, boundless inky pupils.
Rao had seen his various ancient styles on the screen, and at this time he was still deeply shocked by his handsome face and the mystery of the evil and cold around him.
Looking at each other, there are only one person and one cat in Su Cao's world under the moonlit night......
"Did you find it?"
It was a childish child's voice that broke the deadlock in front of him.
On the bluestone slab road by the well, I don't know when a little baby of about six or seven years old came.
The moonlight gilded his body with a layer of silver, illuminating his complexion as white as jade.
His facial features are exquisite, he looks exceptionally good-looking, and his Taoist robe is empty on him, quite a bit fairy, like a fairy child who came out of a painting.
The child approached, and the man stuffed the cat to him, gave Su Cao a cold look and left.
It was the eyes of a stranger, cold and cold like the moonlight at night.
Is that him?
Isn't he?
Until he completely disappeared from sight with a man and a cat, Su Cao still stood stiffly by the well......
Su Zhongxian was awakened by the smell of grilled fish.
Early in the morning, Su Cao fished out the two leftover fish from yesterday from the tank, scraped the scales and cleaned up the gills, and flattened the fish with a few sharpened bamboo branches, like inserting ribs.
Then sprinkle the seasoning evenly on both sides of the fish, marinate for a while and bake over the fire.
The fragrance of bamboo and the deliciousness of the fish blend together, and the aroma spreads.
Su Zhongxian was awakened by the smell of grilled fish and touched the stove.
"Grilled fish is the most fragrant with wine!"
He yawned: "So sleepy! Your Uncle Hai's thief's mother-in-law called all night, and the noise made Lao Tzu's head hurt. Grilled fish early in the morning, stinky girl, you are deliberately gluttonous. ”
I was stung by a bee and scared by a ghost.
Can you not make a fuss?
Reap what you sow!
Aunt Chang was Ye Wenliang's accomplice and received the retribution she deserved.
For the sake of Uncle Hai's kindness to the original owner, her affairs will be turned first.
"If you say you're greedy, you'll be hungry!"
Su Cao flipped through the grilled fish that was about to cook, squinting and smiling like a little fox: "This is the last bite of food at home, if you don't go into the mountains to hunt again, you have to drink the northwest wind." I'll talk to you, if you get a few more prey today, I'll let you take half of it to Changqingguan to exchange for wine, what do you think? ”
Wine?
He didn't just hunt a rabbit yesterday, he hunted two pheasants.
The old Taoist priest who couldn't stand the Changqing Temple said that there was a distinguished guest in the temple and left him to drink, so he had to take the two pheasants with him.
I heard that the wine I drank yesterday was brought by a distinguished guest from Yulong County.
That's what it tastes like!
Take a sip of the race fairy!
As soon as he heard that Su Cao promised to let him exchange his prey for wine and drink, Su Zhongxian woke up instantly from a drowsy look, and his whole body was full of energy.
"Stinky girl, you didn't lie to Lao Tzu? Why did you say that the Taoist priest of Changqingguan used to swagger and deceive, and did not let Lao Tzu go to Changqingguan......"