Su Qi misses many flavors.

There are lamb legs that are roasted just right, pig's trotters that are boiled until they are sparse and soft, there are also beef with purple red and translucent sauce, and even a red wild fruit that he has eaten before, which is not delicious, and the entrance is even more sour and unspeakable, but at this time he began to miss the sourness, and every taste became clearer and clearer in his mind, constantly tugging at his heartstrings, making him feel a kind of heartfelt sadness and anxiety, and what he missed the most was actually the food on the chess mountain.

In those years, Su Qi took turns to cook, and Su Qi did the best among the three, and the other two were not very good at cooking, and the things they made were only limited to what they could eat, not delicious, but there was only one thing, Su Qi had always been shocked.

That is the noodles boiled by Lu celadon.

Almost all the noodles on the chess mountain are ready-made products bought from Aunt Liu at the bottom of the mountain, she also sells ready-made soup there, and when she goes home, she cooks a good bowl of beef soup noodles, but Lu Celadon occasionally idle, and will all make it by himself, unlike mortals who roll noodles, Lu Celadon in order to save trouble, often directly use sword qi to cut the dough into thin strips, the face is not good, but the taste of the mouth after cooking is very good, this is probably due to her status as a monk, she can easily knead the noodles to seven or eight times, and then proofing twice, the noodles that come out are solid and tendonous, and they crush others a lot in terms of taste。

She also makes her own soup.

A piece of pork bone left over from yesterday's eating, it is best to have a barrel bone with bone marrow, a small half of a radish, a few pieces of lotus root, plus a kind of herb she picked from the back of the mountain, slowly boiled in a casserole, often until she finished practicing the sword in the courtyard, this soup is also just cooked just right, open the pot, filter out the scum, pour all the soup into a large pot, use the sword to quickly cut the already kneaded dough into countless thin strips, and throw it into the pot.

When the noodles come out of the pot, Su Qi must add fine shredded green onions, so Lu Celadon usually cuts the shredded green onions very finely, and at that time, Lu Celadon did not control the sword qi carefully enough, so only when cutting the green onions, she would seriously hold the kitchen knife and cut out the white onions as thin as hair little by little.

It's a pity that she rarely makes this kind of noodles, and more often she just buys them from Aunt Liu's house, cooks them, and then cuts a small plate of shredded green onions.

So Su Qi misses that taste very much now.

This is not because he is hungry, in fact, for the monks of the Empty Ming Realm, as long as the aura is sufficient, there will never be a feeling of hunger, but the emptiness in the stomach will still exist, coupled with the yearning for the desire of the tongue, so many overhauls above the Empty Ming Realm are still a glutton, and because of the high realm, they are usually the upper echelons of the monks, and they are not short of money, or they are not short of delicious and expensive money, so these people are often picky and exquisite, and they don't eat what they don't eat, don't eat non-rare ingredients, and don't eat if they don't eat them.

Su Qi himself is not so particular, but he is also a good mouth, before he became a monk, Su Qi never treated his stomach badly, but after becoming a monk, he often couldn't eat, and now it is even more miserable, the ancestor of his sect was separated by seven thousand years, and his old lover threw himself on a forbidden ancient road where birds don't, not to mention what kind of celebrity chef food, even that kind of sour fruit he couldn't eat at all.

In addition to the yearning for food, Su Qi also misses the sunshine, wind and rain, flowing water, and even thunder, blizzard and sandy desert, everything is good, as long as the scenery with some colors can make him happy for a long time, but unfortunately, in addition to the boundless darkness on this road, there is only a real and hopeless quiet.

Only the sound of his footsteps echoed on the stone road, and he could clearly hear the sound of his own breathing, heartbeat, the friction of his clothes, and even the sound of the Eight Desolation Sword tapping his back became extremely loud.

This is a kind of torture, in the beginning, he often ran madly on the stone road, and would stop, holding the Eight Desolation Sword, slashing the sword qi into the boundless darkness one by one, and then going to run, repeating countless times, until finally exhausted, he had to collapse to the ground, looking up at the darkness in a daze, I don't know how long, finally he gave up the struggle, got up from the ground, and walked slowly but firmly down the stone road.

He had no choice but to move forward.

Before he came to this world, Su Qi was an astronomy fan, he knew that space was like this, there was no sound, absolute silence, the stars were born, burned, exploded and died in solitude and silence, and anyone in space could only feel the strong shock and awe of that kind of strong shock and awe.

Fortunately, this stone path not only trapped the aura, but also locked enough air for people to breathe, which allowed him to at least hear his own voice, and could hear the sound of the Eight Desolation Sword whistling, which was an indescribable comfort, he could sing or scold, but most of the time, he was just silent, but he finally had a trace of comfort in his heart.

He also wants to find out the truth of everything.

Why did he come into this world? Why did he go from a twenty-year-old adult to a seven-year-old child? Will he ever be able to return to his hometown? And will his family and friends, all that he once cherished, still be there?

Will the passage of time be the same in two different worlds? Will one day when he really return to his hometown, he will find that only an hour has passed, and his parents are still watching TV and laughing in the living room? Or more sadly, when he returns, the world has become a vicissitude, and any scenery he is familiar with no longer exists, and mankind has gone to space, leaving only a wilderness on earth.

Maybe everything is just a big dream, and he is just Zhuang Zhou of the dream butterfly.

Su Qi didn't have an answer, he hoped that this path could tell him.

Time finally had no meaning to him, and he no longer tried to estimate how long or how far he had walked, he just desperately wished that he could see something different, dead or alive, friendly or vicious, he didn't care.

The longing in his heart was burning, so when he finally saw it, the excitement, grievance and relief that permeated from the bottom of his heart made him burst into tears instantly.

He stumbled towards the building in the distance.

It was a bronze ancient platform, boxy, covering an extremely wide area, and very tall, it looked like a hill, the steps were dense, it was difficult to count, there were some buildings on the ancient platform, but he couldn't see the details clearly, but Su Qi knew that that style definitely didn't belong to the human race.

The ancient platform is located on the side of the stone road, it looks like a house facing the street, but it is too big, the ancient platform exudes the old atmosphere of the years, it is like an old man, standing here quietly for countless years, just waiting for a guest from afar.