The heavy snow completely covered the already winding path, and it was quiet in the distance, at most you could only hear the rustle of snow falling from the trees next to it......

At the beginning of the new year, the Sword Pavilion provided a few days off to the cooks and handymen working in the canteen to visit relatives, Uncle Bao and most of the people in the canteen went back to visit relatives, and even the little fat man Jiang Wen was willing to put down the food in the Sword Pavilion and go back, so now the Sword Pavilion canteen can be said to be empty, and there is no one at all. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Because Zhang Yang is an orphan, he has no relatives in the village, so he didn't go back, but stayed in the Sword Pavilion to study his new dishes, and when he was usually fine, he often liked to go to the deep mountains behind the Sword Pavilion to enjoy the natural tranquility.

In the mountain behind the Sword Pavilion, there is a small lake with a radius of 100 zhang, this small lake was discovered by the little fat man Jiang Wen in order to steal food, and the little fat man often comes to this small lake with the ingredients he stole from the warehouse, and asks Zhang Yang to make food for himself. So after a long time, this small lake became a place where Jiang Wen and Zhang Yang opened a small stove.

Because there are usually no people coming, it seems very quiet, Zhang Yang gradually likes the quietness here, after the little fat man goes back, he often comes here alone, sitting on the grass by the lake and looking at the lake in a daze.

Zhang Yang was also idle on this day, seeing the heavy snow gradually stopping outside, he wanted to see the scenery of the small lake covered by the heavy snow on a whim, so he walked to the back mountain alone!

The small lake covered in snow is really beautiful, like a mirror installed on the white earth, which looks exceptionally pure and bright. Zhang Yang walked along the lake as usual, leaving behind a row of shallow or deep footprints......

Suddenly, Zhang Yang seemed to see a person standing by the lake in the distance, holding a fishing rod in his hand, as if fishing.

Zhang Yang's curiosity aroused, and he thought to himself who was fishing here on this snowy day, he had never seen it before, so he walked over quickly. When I looked closer, I saw that there was really someone fishing by the lake, and it was an old man, dressed in a green shirt and full of white hair, which seemed to blend in with the snow.

The old man didn't seem to notice Zhang Yang's arrival, and still stood quietly by the lake, quietly looking at the lake.

"Old man, are you also a person in the Sword Pavilion, are you not cold on this cold day, and can you catch fish in this lake on a snowy day?"

Zhang Yang couldn't help but ask softly.

But the old man didn't seem to hear the words, and still just stared at the surface of the lake, without making a sound. Zhang Yang didn't dare to ask more, just watched quietly for a while and then left gently.

On the way back to the Sword Pavilion, although Zhang Yang's mind was full of doubts, he also knew what to do and what not to do in the Sword Pavilion, and in a big sect like the Sword Pavilion, it was not something he could offend if anyone came out.

The next day, Zhang Yang was busy with his own things in the kitchen, and yesterday's old man in green shirt suddenly appeared in his mind, Zhang Yang couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart, and came to the small lake again, and actually saw yesterday's old man, still in the original position, still like yesterday, holding a fishing rod and fishing quietly, staring at the lake without blinking.

Zhang Yang wondered if there was something strange in the lake, so he stood not far from the old man and looked curiously at the place where the old man's eyes were. However, after a while, the whole surface of the lake did not even ripple except for the calm water of the lake.

The questions and curiosity in Zhang Yang's heart became heavier and heavier, has the old man been staying here since yesterday? Has the old man always kept this posture unchanged? Why are he still waiting for the fish when he hasn't caught a fish?

Zhang Yang wanted to ask the old man several times, but in the end he opened and closed, thinking about his identity, Zhang Yang shook his head with a wry smile, and left secretly......

Although Zhang Yang has never had the opportunity to solve the doubts in his heart, the days still have to pass day by day, but compared to his previous life, Zhang Yang's life has one more thing, that is, to go to the small lake every day to see, quietly look at the old man, quietly look at the place where the old man is looking, and then leave quietly.

As time passed, Zhang Yang became more and more sure that this old man must be a powerful martial cultivator in the Sword Pavilion, but he didn't know what he was doing by the lake every day.

On this day, Zhang Yang, as usual, came to the lake again, came to the old man's side, looked around, and found that it was still the same as before, nothing had changed, and when he was about to go back, an old voice startled him.

"Are you also a disciple of the Sword Pavilion?"

Zhang Yang's first reaction was that he spoke, the second reaction was that he could actually speak, and the third reaction was that he actually spoke to me. Zhang Yang looked around, and made sure that this old man in green shirt was himself, and he was uneasy.

"Ahh......h No, I'm not a disciple of the Sword Pavilion, I'm just a guy working in the Sword Pavilion cafeteria......"

Zhang Yang turned around, not daring to look at the old man's eyes, just lowered his head and stared nervously at the old man's shoes. After a long time, he didn't hear the old man speak again, wondering if the old man knew that he was not a disciple of the Sword Pavilion and was too lazy to speak, just when Zhang Yang was about to turn around and leave again, the old man said something leisurely.

"And you're going to cook?"

"Oh...... Yes......"

"So what do you see what this can do?"

After finishing speaking, I saw the old man's wrist shake, and a big fish about a foot long flew out of the calm water and landed accurately in front of Zhang Yang's toes. Then I saw the old man slowly put away the fishing rod, looked away from him for the first time, and quietly landed on Zhang Yang's body.

Zhang Yang was shocked by the old man in the green shirt and took a small step back, and when he saw the old man's gaze fall on him, he became even more nervous and uneasy, and even became stammered when he spoke.

"Hmm...... Well, now...... Now the weather is relatively cold in winter, so it should be good to make fish soup for fish, you can go to the cold ......"

The old man didn't speak again, just looked at Zhang Yang quietly, as if he wanted to see something from him. Seeing that the old man didn't speak, Zhang Yang hesitated for a while, gritted his teeth, and flew towards the Sword Pavilion canteen......

Half a day later, by the clear lake, the white-haired and green-shirted old man sat on the rocks by the lake, holding half a bowl of fish soup in his hand, squinting his eyes slightly, drinking in small sips, and making a zizi sound from time to time.

An emaciated young man stood beside him, looking nervously at the old man drinking the soup, not daring to make a sound, looking very reserved.

The old man slowly finished drinking the fish soup, it seemed that the fish soup made the old man feel a little warm, the old man was no longer as stiff as he used to be fishing, and his words gradually increased.

"It's been a long time since I've drunk such a fragrant fish soup, little one, what's your name?

"Oh, my name is Zhang Yang, I'm the chef in the cafeteria, fish soup, you just like it!"

"Well, little guy, I didn't expect to have good cooking skills at a young age, not bad, little guy, do you like it here, see how often you run here!"

The old man nodded slightly, and then asked again as if he was interested.

"Well, yes, I like to come here a lot when I'm fine, it's quiet, it's quiet, you can calm down, and you don't care about too many worldly worries. ”

"Haha, you little doll is not very old, how can you have any worldly troubles......"

Zhang Yang smiled wryly, and gradually Zhang Yang found that this old man in green shirt was not as difficult as he imagined, so he slowly let go, and he became more relaxed when he spoke.

"That, that, what should I call you Lao, are you always a martial artist in the Sword Pavilion?" Zhang Yang asked curiously.

"A name or something is just a title, you can call me Qinglao, I can be regarded as a person from the Sword Pavilion......"

The old man didn't seem to want to mention his name, even the Sword Pavilion seemed to be disdainful, and he just lightly admitted that he was a member of the Sword Pavilion.

Zhang Yang didn't care about the disdain in Qing Lao's tone, but when he heard Qing Lao admit that he was a martial artist, his whole head was instantly filled with surprise.