When He Weitong returned to the Star Pavilion, the time was already close to four o'clock.

He Weitong did not go to the kitchen on purpose, but directly built an earthen stove with stone bricks in the ruins of the front hall.

After a brief handling of the wild boar, he started a fire.

He Weitong did not remove the hair, because when baking, the hair would be burned.

He didn't break the pork belly to remove the internal organs, he only cut off four legs with a long sword, and then threw the boar's body out of the Taoist temple at will.

The carcass of the wild boar formed a perfect parabola at a height of more than ten meters, and he did not pay attention to the landing site.

In the middle of the courtyard, He Weitong sat on a wooden table and lit a fire with the wood of the Taoist temple.

He Weitong tied the wild boar legs to bamboo with iron wire, and then roasted them on top of stone bricks.

"Zizizi~" The hair on the pig's leg was quickly burned by the fire.

He Weitong was originally going to ask Si Tou to turn the pig's leg, but seeing Si Tou's disgusted expression, he still didn't say it after all.

Just let her help him find wood from the rubble in the yard.

"Bang Bang ~"

Holding a pile of broken firewood, Little Sito crawled out of the rubble and threw it at his feet.

After a while, He Weitong had more firewood at his feet that was about one meter high.

After doing all this, Xiao Si Tou squatted back to He Weitong's side and watched him roast the pork leg.

However, I just watched it for a while, and finally because I was bored, Xiao Si Tou went to play by himself, wandering around in the Taoist temple, like a fool, anyway, He Weitong didn't know what she was doing.

It took more than an hour for two golden roasted pork legs to be baked.

Although there are no dishes in the kitchen of the Taoist temple, there are still basic seasonings, that is, chili peppers and salt.

He Weitong took off the wire, then threw the two pork legs into the air, pulled out his long sword, and swung it quickly.

About a few seconds later, He Weitong picked up the plate on the ground, and the two pork legs had been cut one by one, and they fell on their respective plates, steaming hot, extremely tempting.

He Weitong hadn't eaten for a long time, and looking at such an appetizing pork leg meat, he couldn't help but swallow a few mouthfuls of saliva.

He Weitong picked up one of the plates and walked to the backyard, and soon came to Qiu Shan's door.

"But Baicao Daoyou?"

He Weitong hadn't opened his mouth yet, but Qiu Shan inside had opened his mouth first.

He Weitong looked at Qiu Shan who slowly got up from the bed and sat down through the gap in the door, smiled slightly, knew in his heart, he was really hungry, and then pushed open the door and said, "Fellow Daoist Qiu Shan, I'll bring you food." ”

He Weitong pushed the wooden plate in front of Qiu Shan.

Qiu Shan looked at the brown pork roasted on the wooden plate, and couldn't help but purse his lips, obviously Qiu Shan was also hungry.

"Daoyou ......"

Although Qiu Shan was extremely hungry, he still maintained the little remaining dough in front of He Weitong, so he opened his mouth to ask him if he had eaten.

"Poor Dao has roasted two, this is just one of them, it is specially prepared for you." He Weitong said.

Hearing that it was specially prepared for him, Qiu Shan thanked him: "Thank you Daoyou, then I'm welcome." ”

Qiu Shan picked up a pair of bamboo chopsticks on the side of the wooden plate, and immediately picked up a piece of pork and put it in his mouth.

"Zizizi~"

Qiu Shan bit into the crispy pork leg meat, very satisfied, and the pain in his body seemed to be relieved a little

The oil bursts in the mouth, and the aroma fills the air.

Looking at Qiu Shan, who was still holding a few shelves, He Weitong said: "Daoist friends eat slowly, I will go out first, and Poor Dao has not eaten for several days." ”

"That being the case, fellow Daoists, please hurry up and eat, don't damage your body for me."

When Qiu Shan heard He Weitong say that he hadn't eaten for a few days, he immediately said solemnly, as if He Weitong's body was his body.

Regarding Qiu Shan's dissuasion, He Weitong didn't know if he was really worried about his body, or because he was there, he couldn't let go of himself, or both.

He Weitong didn't ask, but nodded, then exited the room, returned to the front hall, and picked up the plate of pork that was also steaming.

There was no place to eat in the front hall, so He Weitong returned to the backyard with a wooden plate, and then jumped up and came to the roof, enjoying the surrounding scenery while eating.

He Weitong picked up the chopsticks on the wooden plate, picked up a piece of pork leg meat that was charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and put it into his mouth.

He Weitong has never doubted his craftsmanship, whether it is in his previous life or now, he feels that he is very talented in cooking.

In his previous life, He Weitong liked to study recipes when he was fine, and after a long time, he learned good cooking skills, and he didn't cook for others.

When, when he was hungry, he would buy some ingredients and make them himself.

Barbecue, hot pot, or all kinds of dishes, he can do it with both color and flavor.

"Crunch crunch ~"

He Weitong savored the taste.

He Weitong sat on the roof, looking at the faintly visible town in the distance, thinking about something.

Qingniu Mountain is where he will live next, and he doesn't know how long he will live here, maybe ten days, and he will leave after Qiu Shan can move, but it may also be a few months.

This is already the southwest of the motherland, and he can no longer go to the southwest, and if he goes further, he will be in a foreign country, and he has no plans to go abroad now.

So it's very likely that he wandered around Yunnan for a few months, and then he turned back.

And his settlement in Yunnan is likely to be in Qingniu Mountain, who calls there a fellow Taoist here.

The longer he walks in the rivers and lakes, the more he can know that it is not easy to practice, and he has now gone to four or five provinces, but among the people he has met, there are only a handful of people who are really cultivated.

Of course, there is another reason, that is, he wants to learn the magic in Qiu Shan's hands.

Now, he can't speak yet, and when he gets acquainted, he wants to try.

He Weitong sat on the roof, looking at the vast world, thinking a lot in his mind.

The silence of the mountains, no one disturbs, is the best time to think.

In this way, He Weitong lived in Qingniu Mountain.

He Weitong's habit has not changed, he gets up early in the morning to practice, and then cooks at eight or nine o'clock.

After doing these things, he would take Xiao Sitou to the mountains to practice and climb one peak after another.

He Weitong's footprint is also getting farther and farther away.

Sito is happiest during this time, he likes to go to the mountains, and her plant nature makes her naturally yearn for the mountains where there are no people.

He Weitong's realm quickly condensed, and his actual combat ability also climbed rapidly.

He Weitong would go out for three or four hours a day, and then return to the Star Pavilion around three o'clock in the afternoon.

The next time, he would calm down and read the Tao Te Ching for a while.

That's right, even if it's the Tao Te Ching from Wudang.

He studied those simple sentences and experienced the state of mind of Lao Tzu when he wrote the Tao Te Ching.

He Weitong's life is so plain, repeated every day, and few new things happen.

There aren't so many spirits in this era.

The days in the mountains seem to have slowed down.

He Weitong thought that he would hate this repetitive and monotonous life, but now he realized that he didn't have time to hate it at all, and he was immersed in the world of Tao every day, unable to extricate himself.