That cliff doesn't let Ning Que see it, Ning Que wants to see it. He stared at the clouds and mist between the cliffs, looked at the stone windows looming in the gathering and scattering, his eyes became more and more sore, and finally it seemed that he had been hit by ten thousand swords, and it was difficult to support it, he closed his eyes and began to cry, looking extremely sad, and when he opened his eyes, he was already red and swollen like a peach.

He didn't know the name of the formation between the cliffs, but he really realized the magic of this formation, and thought that the Dao Sect was really not the first sect in the world, and the background was extremely profound.

The formation between the cliffs is to prevent people from peeking into the secluded place, as long as you keep a sufficient distance, or do not insist on seeing through the clouds, it will not produce too terrible lethality.

Ning Que was not afraid, just thinking that the formation of the Xiling Temple was so powerful, and the formation in the Zhishou Temple was even more amazing. In the late autumn of last year, the senior brother went to Zhishouguan, if it wasn't for Chen Pipi's manipulation in Zhishouguan in advance, I was afraid that it would be difficult for him to enter the view, not to mention that the heavenly book in Zhishouguan had tied the master of the view for so long.

I don't know how Chen Pipi is now, he looked at the clouds and sunshine between the peach mountain cliffs, and missed his best friend in the world. Then he remembered Chen Pipi's father, who was cut out of Chang'an City by him with tens of millions of knives, and now he doesn't know whether the Lord is alive or dead, whether it is the Tang Kingdom or the Xiling Temple, there is no news of him, he doesn't know whether that great figure has returned to Zhishouguan, or has died on the journey home, becoming a cold corpse in a straw mat.

Ning Que had never seen Uncle Xiao, Guan Zhu was the most powerful human he had seen since his teacher, at this time, recalling the battle on Chang'an Snow Street, he was still in awe, if such a powerful human disappeared into the long river of history silently, he would welcome such an ending, and he would regret it.

Leaving the cliff and returning to the Heavenly Oracle Academy's Book Hall through the Ten Thousand Trees and Peach Blossoms, he rummaged through the old temple maintenance files, trying to find some clues about the formation on the cliff, but he didn't find anything. When he woke up from the sea of books, it was still early, but there was a sense of hunger in his stomach, and he remembered that he hadn't eaten breakfast today, and went to the kitchen to look at the rice dishes but didn't want to do anything.

Since Sangsang grew up, he Heng Genshao has been cooking by himself, especially now that he is in the Xiling Temple, every time he stands in front of the stove and looks at the Huanghuang Temple outside the window, he feels very annoyed.

However, people always have to eat, even with his current state, it is not a big deal if he does not eat rice for more than ten days, but his psychological and spiritual needs must always be satisfied. At this time, he remembered that last summer, when the master took him and Sangsang through Xiling, he had taken him to eat a good thing.

There is a flowing water stone bridge outside the town, the scenery is beautiful, and you can see the peach mountain more than 20 miles away when you look up, but it is not the right way here, so there are not many believers who come to worship the mountain.

There was an old man with a wrinkled face in the shop opposite the hall, and there were several iron buckets sealed with yellow mud on the door of the shop, and some of the broken barrels exuded a sweet fragrance from the inside. The old man was drinking, his fingers full of yellow calluses pinched a pinch of peanuts and put them into his lips from time to time to chew, the wrinkles on his face were full of black ash, and the ash floating out of the tin bucket had accumulated for decades and could not be washed clean.

An ordinary carriage stopped in front of the bunk. The girl in white stared at those tin buckets, a little curious, thinking what kind of sweet potatoes were roasted in them, how could they be so sweet and fragrant, and there were actually people eating them in the hot summer, so even the holy woman had to leave Momoyama to buy them?

They arrived late, and the sweet potatoes that had been roasted in front of them were bought by the two deacons of the Temple of Heavenly Oracles, so they had to wait outside the shop, which was really boring.

Sangsang sat in the carriage, she didn't feel bored, in her opinion, boredom is a boring feeling that only human beings can have, time is just the order of things for her, it doesn't involve meaning, and her time has always been useful. For example, when she looks at the heat and aroma coming out of the bucket of roasted sweet potatoes through the curtains, she is actually feeling the rules of heat, that is to say, she is feeling herself. If someone knew what she was doing at this time, they would think that she was very narcissistic, but in fact, she didn't even have such a thing as narcissism now.

More than ten Xiling Temple apologetic cavalry escorted a priest and walked outside the town, looking at their direction, it should be to cross the creek and go directly back to Taoshan.

That priest was He Mingchi.

He studied under Li Qingshan, the national teacher of the Tang Dynasty, and was the most important person in the Tang Kingdom of Xiling Temple, and the blood and fire of Chang'an overnight was his means, and the most important thing was that he destroyed the shocking array in Chang'an City, according to what he said when he was in charge of the reward afterwards, he alone was more important than the cavalry of Xiling Temple combined.

The Xiling Temple knew that He Mingchi must be the object that Tang Guohe Academy wanted to kill the most, that is, when the Temple negotiated with Tang Guo, they all consciously did not include his safety in the conditions, because they understood that it was impossible for Tang Guo, especially the Academy, to accept this condition, so after the war, for the sake of safety, the Temple sent He Mingchi to the south to avoid the limelight for a while, and only now did he return to Taoshan.

Sang Sang looked at He Mingchi in the distance through the curtain of the car, there was no love on his face, but for some reason there was an extremely disgusting love in his body, she knew that this person was extremely loyal to her, and he was a close confidant of the loyal dog in charge, and he would definitely be given a heavy responsibility when he returned to the temple, but she just hated this person very much.

In fact, she knew why she hated the ant in the red robe, but she didn't accept this reason, so she thought she didn't know, so she didn't know.

The sweet potatoes were finally baked, and the old man squinted his eyes and took out three piping hot sweet potatoes from them with his bare hands, as if he couldn't feel the burning sensation from his fingers at all, wrapped them in paper and handed them to the girl in white standing in front of the shop.

The girl in white took the money from her waist and put it down, returned to the carriage with the hot sweet potato in her hand, lifted the curtain and handed one in, and then handed the remaining two to her companions.

The whip sounded crisply, the wheel sounded, and then suddenly stopped.

The girl in white stopped the carriage, feeling the irresistible will coming from the carriage, and she and her companion sat quietly in front of the carriage, waiting for what might happen.

After a while, a young man dressed in the costume of a temple servant walked up to the shop, looked at the old man and asked, "Is this shop really open for a thousand years?"

Ning Que saw the ordinary carriage outside the shop, but he didn't care much, but when he saw the two girls made of snow, he couldn't help but think of the little black maid he used to be, and thought silently, since he was doing work for the master's house, black was better than white, no matter how he cleaned it, it wouldn't be dirty, right?

The old man squinted his eyes and said, "My grandfather's grandfather's grandfather's ......"

Ning Que was not ready to listen to him finish memorizing the ancestral genealogy, took out the copper plate and said, "Bring me three." ”

The old man said: "My sweet potatoes are big, and you can't eat three by yourself." ”

Ning Que bought three sweet potatoes, Chun Yu was a subconscious behavior teacher, one for himself, and one for Sangsang, only after listening to this did he understand, and said, "Those two are good." ”

The old man took out two sweet potatoes with his bare hands and handed them to him, put the copper plates away, and began to drink again.

The Master once said that when eating red in the hot summer, you must eat it while it is hot, just like eating ice in winter, what you seek is the ultimate in the extreme, the excitement in the stimulation.

Ning Que is not a pure filial apprentice, he has forgotten many of the words that the teacher said, but he has not forgotten all the words that the teacher said about eating, because he insists that the title of the greatest gourmand in the world is more suitable for the teacher than the title of the greatest man in the world.

He sat on the threshold with the sweet potato in his hand, his fingers slightly pinched and tore the potato skin, and the red and yellow soft flesh was steaming, and it was exposed in the air in the middle of summer, and the sweet smell spread to the surroundings.

He endured the burning sensation and began to eat the potatoes, sticking out his tongue so hot.

In the carriage, Sang Sang looked at the man on the threshold through the curtain, there was no emotion on her face, absolute indifference, but she didn't notice it herself, the sweet potato in her hand was pinched.

She frowned with some disgust, looked at the steaming potato, raised her hand to take a bite, and then began to eat non-stop, as if she didn't feel any heat at all.

In the middle of summer, the town is hot and quiet, and the trees behind the house suddenly sound the cicadas, and the cicadas after taking a nap begin to celebrate the encounter with their companions after half an hour.

He sat on the threshold and ate sweet potatoes.

She sat in the carriage and ate sweet potatoes.

There is a thin curtain in between.

It was quiet in front of the sweet potato shop, and the old man drank several glasses of wine, chewed three pinches of peanuts, and when he was slightly drunk, he tapped the edge of the barrel with his gray fingers and began to hum.

Ning Que sat on the threshold, listening to the song although it was simple, but it was a little beautiful, especially the words were ordinary, but they had a bit of meaning when they were tasted carefully, and gradually became obsessed.

"Collecting firewood and knives, and frightened the moving mountain ghosts. The rain hit the banana leaves, and last year's cicada fell on the shoes.

The vines went up, and the laughter on the clouds came from the monkey's mouth. After many years of idleness, the pottery fan under the rotten leaves accumulates old ashes. Falling into the winter plains, Bai Xue regarded paw prints as a burden. Looking at the sky, the clouds dissipated like clouds. ”

Ning Que held the sweet potato and said in a daze: "It's a little interesting." ”

The old man became more and more proud, and his singing voice gradually became louder, but the tone suddenly became calmer, as if people in the countryside were talking.

"Chop wood for a hedge and plant three peach trees. Pick the grain into rice, and then brew two urns of sake, which is as light as water. Pluck the flowers and twist the juice, and dye the bride's eyebrows drunk. The sound of firecrackers, the old house and the new cry have never been tired. Xiaolu Yoyo, call Xiaoya to cut a few plums and two pots of wine. Remember the childhood sweetheart back then, who can bear to give up the cup?"

Ning Que remembered that last summer, in front of this shop in this town, the teacher and her were still by her side, but now she was left alone, and she couldn't help but feel sad.