Many of the visitors were already shrunk on the ground, as if they were asleep, and most of them lay on the ground, covered only with a thick coat or a thin blanket, and the mountain glades were full of sporadic fires. But if you look closely, you will find that most people have their eyes open, and they still raise their heads from time to time, and look around, obviously they have also heard of the legend of Venerable Mountain Ascending to the Immortals, and they have to wait for the Immortals to ascend to the sky.

The Taoist had already spread out the wool felt, sat down on the felt again, and suddenly felt much softer.

Compared with other tourists, there is a little more happiness.

The mountain wind blew the fog and whimpered.

Even the fire in front of him was dim.

There are two small pots on the fire, one large and one small, both of which are brought around the world, and the big pot is not very big, and the small pot is even more pocket-sized, not much bigger than the bowl, which is very cute.

The little girl looked serious and took it down.

What is boiled in the cauldron is a pot of mushroom porridge, the rice that I brought, the non-toxic miscellaneous bacteria that I picked up on the mountain when collecting firewood, after washing, like the jerky, was easily torn into small strips by Sanhua Niangniang, thrown into the pot and stewed with rice porridge, and it also exuded an attractive aroma.

The small pot is the queen pot of Sanhua Niangniang, which was specially prepared for her by Song You when he discovered Sanhua Niangniang's amazing cooking talent.

Now there is a pot of wild mushroom and rat soup, which is a big supplement.

Sanhua Niangniang was meticulous in her work, taking care of her own Taoist priest first, and took the lead in bringing his bowl, giving him a big bowl of wild mushroom porridge, adding chopsticks, and handing it to him, before saying:

"Eat."

"Thank you, Sanhua Niang."

"You're welcome!"

The little girl turned around solemnly, took her own small bowl, and filled a bowl of wild mushroom soup to drink.

"Do you drink?"

"No drink, thank you."

"Don't you really like mushroom soup?"

"Sanhua Niangniang just drink it."

"Don't drink it."

"Strange ......"

"Huh?"

"I don't know why, every time I drink the porridge cooked by Sanhua Niangniang and eat the rice cooked by Sanhua Niangniang, it is clear that the rice is the same rice, and the rice is the same rice, but I always feel better." While carefully savoring the taste of porridge, the Taoist frowned and pondered, and asked seriously in confusion, "Does Sanhua Niangniang have any tricks?" ”

"Huh? Not! Knack! ”

Sanhua Niangniang was stunned by his question, but she was so happy in her heart that she didn't know how to answer for a while, so she had to think wildly in her heart, where did she do better-

Obviously, I learned from him, and everything was done according to him, which was not bad at all.

"It's nothing else, but I always feel that the porridge cooked by Sanhua Niangniang is not thin or thick, everything is just right, and the cooked rice is also distinct, but it is not dry or hard, it is completely just right."

The little girl held her soup and stood still, the heat in the bowl was rising and bent by the wind, and she just squinted her eyes at the Taoist while thinking, and saw him enjoying the porridge, while feeling satisfied, and at the same time thinking frantically about the reason.

"It's water!"

Sanhua Niangniang is smart after all, after all, it is difficult for Sanhua Niangniang:

"Sanhua Niangniang uses water differently!"

"Water?"

The Taoist cast his gaze suspiciously.

"That's right!" The little girl nodded heavily, "And salt!" There are other things that are different! ”

"Oh?" Song You blinked, "It seems that Sanhua Niangniang is still very elegant!" ”

"That's right!"

"But I don't know what kind of water Sanhua Niangniang usually uses to cook rice, how much rice and water is used for each meal, how much salt is put in it, and what other tricks are there?" Song You couldn't help but ask curiously, "Although my cooking skills are better than Sanhua Niangniang, but I don't have Sanhua Niangniang's ability to cook rice, if Sanhua Niangniang is willing to tell me the trick, I can cook so delicious rice in the future." In terms of culinary skills, the only place that can't catch up with Sanhua Niangniang can also catch up. ”

"Hmm...... That's not going to work! ”

"Why not?"

"Hmm...... Sanhua Niangniang can't tell. ”

"What then?" Song You couldn't help frowning, "Then I want to eat such a delicious meal in the future, but I can't cook it, what should I do?" ”

"Sanhua Niangniang will cook it for you!"

"How can this work?"

"Yes."

"It's okay once or twice, but I can't let Sanhua Niangniang cook for me every time."

"Yes."

"Is that okay?"

"Yes."

"You won't be tired of Sanhua Niangniang, right?"

"No, it won't!"

"Then I have to thank Sanhua Niangniang......"

"You're welcome!"

Song You shook his head, there was no way, he lowered his head and blew a breath of hot air into the bowl, and took another sip.

On this cold mountain night, it is very comfortable to drink a bowl of porridge that you don't have to cook by yourself.

After eating a bowl, Sanhua Niangniang has to serve it to him again.

That's where this comfort ends -

Sanhua Niangniang used a different pot to cook for him and for herself, but Song You saw that she used the same spoon to fill porridge for herself, and scooped the soup for herself, and the spoon was put in the soup, and now she took it out to scoop the rice for herself.

"Sanhua Niangniang ......"

"What's wrong?"

The little girl looked at him strangely.

“……”

Song You didn't speak.

suddenly remembered that in the days of a year in Fengzhou Yeshan, Sanhua Niangniang often cooked for herself and sent food to eat......

Is this retribution?

……

Tonight there are clouds in the sky, and the stars are few.

The young officials kept their promises and kept their secrets, and they also kept the words of the Taoists and stayed sober.

It's just that he can't guarantee that he will wake up on time at dawn after he sleeps, so he doesn't dare to sleep for a moment - in the first half of the night, he drank and sang with the group of tourists from Yaozhou, Langzhou and even other states, and when everyone was mostly quiet in the second half of the night, he went to find other people who didn't sleep and talked all night, and when he was really sleepy, he got up and paced on the flat ground in the mountains, pinching himself with his fingernails.

Legend has it that someone once met a god who took office to ascend to the sky at night, and the young official walked all the way down and found that many people were still staying up late, which was probably the same purpose as himself.

Otherwise, I just want to wait for the sunrise.

The young official really went to the Taoist chief surnamed Song again and asked for a bowl of hot porridge to drink.

It's just that when he went, Song Daochang had finished eating, sitting cross-legged on the ground, closing his eyes and recuperating, but the boy was still awake, and scooped a big bowl of porridge for him - the young official originally wanted a bowl of white porridge, but he didn't expect it to be a meat porridge with crushed meat and wild mushrooms, the salty aroma of the dried meat and the deliciousness of wild mushrooms were combined together, only a little salt flower was added, it was a first-class delicacy, not to mention that on this mountain, it was in the county town under the mountain, and in the prosperous Yangdu like a dream, it was also a rare mountain delicacy.

This master will really enjoy it.

That boy is really ingenious.

Not only is he ingenious, but also very generous, watching him drink the porridge, and sharing the wild mushroom broth he made with him, it is also delicious.

I found a lot of things to do, and finally got through the time when it was almost dawn.

This is the closest time to wake up.

It's the closest time to dreams.

It is also the time when people sleep the deepest and those who are awake are most likely to be sleepy.

Many visitors waited for the gods to ascend to the sky all night, but they didn't even wait for a little movement, disappointed and sleepy, they couldn't help but fall asleep, and there were fewer and fewer people who still insisted.

The young official still gritted his teeth and remained sober.

The sky has faintly shown a trace of fish belly white, the bright moon is still hanging high, but it is covered by the clouds, and the true face is not visible, only the hazy moonlight behind the clouds can be seen, as if separated by a layer of glass lampshade.

Suddenly, a fresh breeze blew—

"Hoo ......"

The young official suddenly felt a wave of sleepiness.

At the same time, a few people who were still awake lying on the ground also fell down immediately, and even the few young officials who were still whispering and complaining that they had waited all night in vain were also silent, leaving only the young official surnamed Wei who was trying to stay awake, and his teeth were about to be crushed.

"That's not right!"

The young official shook his head vigorously, sensing that something was wrong, and immediately remembered Song Daochang's words.

"Before the gods ascend to the sky, mortals will sleep......

"Tonight's new dew on the tip of the blade of grass......"

The young official suddenly endured his sleepiness, almost collapsed, and just crawled to a weed.

Through the hazy moonlight, the grass tip is wet.

The young official didn't care about it, and opened his mouth to take it up.

Luckily, no one is here.

Tonight's newly formed dew only feels cold and cold in the mouth, with the fragrance of grass, and some earthy taste.

Legend has it that it is a food for mountain spirits and a drink for some gods, and Mr. Song says it can help people stay awake. After the young official ate it, he did not immediately regain his consciousness, and was not affected by the sleep-inducing mountain wind at all, but only slightly cleared, so that he would not fall asleep immediately.

"And ......"

The young official didn't care about anything else, but leaned at the other grass, and even reached out to tear off the grass and pour the dew down the tip of the grass into his mouth.

I don't know how much I ate, and I don't know how long it took.

I don't know if it's really useful, or if I just cared about eating dew and forgot to sleep.

When he felt that the heavens and the earth suddenly brightened up a little, the mountain wind had already stopped unconsciously, and the young official turned over in astonishment, turned his head to look, but saw that the clouds in the sky that originally covered the moon were also blown away, revealing a bright moon on the horizon, accompanied by the light of the sky, whether it was the Venerable Mountain in front of the old man, or the mountains in the distance, they could see it clearly.

Another cloud was swept away by the wind.

Suddenly, it was as if the gates of heaven were opened.

There is really one more heavenly gate in the sky, the style is gorgeous, the divine light is dazzling, the pavilions and buildings behind the door are all antique, the clouds and mist are swirling, looming, like the heavenly palace.

I don't know where the music came from, at first it was faintly ethereal, and it could only be heard faintly, but when you listen carefully, it becomes more and more clear and pleasant.

"Xianle ......"

The young official stared at the sky in a daze and whispered, his eyes widened, and he didn't blink.

A figure appeared at the gate of heaven.

There are both heavenly priests and heavenly soldiers.

There seemed to be someone looking down.

The young official hurriedly lifted his clothes, covered his face, and looked at the sky through only a slit, and also looked around at the ground.

Someone on the ground got up and was about to ascend to the immortal.

I recommend a book by Sister Sichuan to everyone——

(End of chapter)