Naturally, he would not go back to the room and wait, and after his left arm was rounded and danced, and after swearing to the sky with Ye Yao, Ye San went to monitor the two Taoist leaders of the Laoshan faction, a man and a woman, and a pair of Taoist couples.

This made Ye San even more curious about why this pair of Taoist couples were selected by the master and went to Wudang. As Shi Dangdang said, the Laoshan faction was the first to perceive the truth of this, if they sent someone to inform the Taishan faction out of morality and advise them not to wade into this troubled water, they could choose not to come, or after March 3, the imperial court sent officials to preside over the ceremonies once every ten years, and it was not too late for them to come.

chose to go to Tiger Mountain, which made Ye San even more incomprehensible. After more than two quarters of an hour, the sun in the west of the mountains gradually hid behind the mountain, and the shade of the land seemed a little dim, and the birds in the mountains gradually returned, and at this time they all went to the sun.

The place where the Taoist couple chose to rest at night was an abandoned Taoist temple halfway up the mountain, the wall collapsed and most of the house collapsed, which will be able to play a role in sheltering from the wind and rain, but you can see the stars in the sky when you look up, which is also a cover.

Ye Sangen, who was not far away, was very incomprehensible to such a natural method followed by this group of Taoist priests. The couple just wrapped some side dishes in oiled paper from the stove, took a few cakes, sat on the ground, and filled their hunger with water.

According to their health habits, they pay great attention to eating less at dinner. Just watching the two of them clean up after eating, the third watch of the night felt uncomfortable for them, and this will last until tomorrow morning, at least five hours, can you stand it?

Touching the four or five hot cakes that had just come out of the oven in my arms, I felt comfortable at night. According to the time of the previous murders, there was still a quarter of an hour before the murderer committed the crime, and smelling the unique aroma of the cake in his arms, Ye San wanted to eat one in advance.

But I saw a man coming down from the mountain. Dressed in an uncommon moon-white robe, Shi dared to be. Sneakily trotted down like a thief, obviously coming over for the night three.

There was still a long way away, so Shi Dangdang deliberately lowered his voice and greeted: "Third son, have you eaten?" For this particularly diligent young Taoist priest, Ye San is not disgusted, but he definitely doesn't like it.

Too lazy to take care of the stone, Ye San even found a tree that could just block his body and sat on the ground, and took out a yellow flour cake, which made the soft feel even more appetizing.

It's just that Shi Dangdang reached into his wide robe and took out a bulging piece of oiled paper, which was more than the size of two palms.

In an instant, the aroma overflows and comes to the nose. Holding it in one hand, and peeling off the oil paper layer by layer with the other hand, Shi Dangdang's face was full of flattery, and said: "In the morning, I was joking with the third prince, and the third prince has a lot of them, don't be like Xiaodao." In order to make amends, I went to the mountains to hunt a pheasant, carefully marinated it, and smoked it over low heat, which is considered the best blister dish in my cooking career. When the red and shiny roast chicken appeared in front of him, coupled with the tempting aroma, Ye Sangen instantly felt that the cake in his hand was just like that.

Even if you deliberately cover it up, you can see the squirming in the throat, and the night three is more than the bottom of the tongue, and can't help swallowing the saliva, and is very reluctant to move his eyes to the cake.

But I can't get my mouth down anymore. Naturally, seeing the embarrassment of Ye San's stronger patience, Shi Dangdang held the roast chicken and handed it to Ye San,

"The third prince tastes it, and the poor Dao dares to bet, but if you take a bite, it will be absolutely delicious so that you can't stop." The young Taoist priest who sold melons and boasted about himself deliberately dangled the roast chicken less than a foot away in front of the third watch of the night, and the aroma was even stronger.

Ye San took a bite of the cake fiercely and was unmoved. Shi Gandang put down the roast chicken again, took out the bronze flat pot from his arms, pulled out the wooden cork with his teeth, and said with a chicken in one hand and a wine jug in the other, and said: "Third son, the roast chicken is wine, and the more you drink, the more you drink, the more you have." After all, I stayed in the mountains for more than ten days, either drinking medicine or eating vegetarian, cucumbers and radishes all day long, no matter how delicious it was, I didn't even have some oil and water in my stomach, and if I continued like this, it was estimated that it would become a rabbit.

Just one bite into the mouth, the cake swallowed much smoother, holding the chicken leg in one hand and holding the cake, taking the wine jug with the other, and taking two mouthfuls of the stomach, it is really delicious.

"Well, it tastes okay." Shi Dangdang still doesn't forget to show off,

"Our chicken, the dragon liver and phoenix marrow are slightly lost. Our wine, the elixir and jade liquid are a few points inferior. Let's just say that this thing should only exist in the sky, and the world can smell it a few times... Eat it several times. "Eating people's mouths is soft and people are short-handed, and it is not good to be reasonable and reasonable, and the night three swallowed the food in his mouth, and he also praised him: "The emperor has to invite you to the palace and let you make it for him every day." "In fact, for eating and drinking, Ye San is not picky, Mo said that compared with the extremely particular gluttony of Ye Yao, even if it is an ordinary person, he can also eat three meals a day.

It seems that in the past ten days, it has not come like this. Regardless of whether he praised it sincerely or not, Shi Dangdang's mouth was about to reach the back of his head, a stupid music.

Ye San said: "You be quiet, don't let people find out." Shi Dangdang patted his mouth very cooperatively, and with the current atmosphere being quite harmonious, he took advantage of the situation and said: "Poor Dao has found out that the Taoist friends of Wudang Mountain are interested in approaching us people since noon, and the senior brother who followed me when I roasted the chicken thought that it was well hidden, and he looked down on me too much. I searched for the third prince all the way to find here, and saw that the third prince was also guarding Chen and Fu here, what did I find? Ye San really didn't want to explain too much to him, and asked, "What about the Taoist who followed you?" ”

"Shake it off." Shi dared to scratch his head,

"Am I doing something too much?" Ye San smiled even more bitterly. Sure enough, the Wudang faction was overstretched, especially those who were passable, such as the Taoist priest who followed Shi Dangdang, showed his feet early, and he was thrown away in one face.

Ye San can only pray for the Taoist priest who is tracking the murderer, no matter who it is, I hope that the cultivation can be higher, and thousands of people will not be discovered.

Seeing that Ye San's smile was strange, Shi Dangdang said tentatively: "Or I'll go back and let him keep up again." Ye Sangen rolled his eyes, ate all the chicken thighs in his hand, and said sarcastically without pain: "You have eaten too many pickles." ”

"Propped?"

"Idle."

"......" was about to reach out to tear a piece of meat again, but the third night suddenly realized that something was wrong, and he only cared about eating by himself, forgetting the person next to him.

With a little embarrassment, he shook his head meaningfully towards the roast chicken on the ground, and Ye San said, "Together? ”

"That's very good." It's hard to imagine that

"Host" was actually been

The three nights of the "guests" are more polite. also sat on the ground, and Shi Dang tore off a large piece of chicken breast with his hands. The meat in this place is the most difficult to chew, the taste is extremely difficult to control, the improper handling is like eating cotton wool, it is not easy to swallow, if you grasp the heat, pay attention to the processing techniques, such as the land of Sichuan and Shu is regarded as the first pot fried chicken in the imperial banquet, supplemented by carrot and radish peanuts, the color is red and bright, the taste is smooth and crispy, the sweet and sour is moderately sweet with spicy and spicy but not dry, the taste is delicious, it is definitely called the best wine and food.

It is said that some of the most discerning diners are the first to start eating chicken. This is the case with the night, so it is not less laughed at by the night three, after all, the taste of food is the same as chewing wax, it is not as good as chicken ribs, and it can also teach people to experience some unusual fun between their fingers.

Just as I had it at home back then

"Ten don't eat", these meticulous requirements of the people, this far-known gluttonous taste is so tricky that the stove manager Zhu Yeqing, who has been waiting for the night to eat for 30 years, is a headache.

It is said that even the emperor praised the food she liked, and even because of a palace banquet, she inadvertently added a pot of fried chicken, which sprung up in the homes of the rich and noble in the capital

The ridiculous scene of "the little girl stepping on the lotus lightly, hiding her face and fighting for the chicken". Shi Dangdang actually chose it like this, and he was also a foodie in the third night.

Shi Dangdang used both hands, tore the whole chicken breast as thin as chopsticks, and threw it into his mouth one by one, and his expression was indescribably useful.

He said: "Seeing that the third prince came up just now and tore the chicken leg first, I know that he is also a meatless person, but if you really want to talk about it, it is only delicious, far from being as good as the second lady." "I heard the other party mention his second sister who knows a little bit about everything, and the third night is even more interested.

"Do you know my sister?" Unexpectedly, this young Taoist priest who had only come into contact with him today, as if he hadn't had a good rest for several days, suddenly came to his senses,

"Compared with the other little-known Miss Gongzi in the backer king's mansion, the second miss is also a celebrity in the Great Zhou. Qin, chess, calligraphy, painting, poems, hops, tea, etiquette, music, shooting, and words, it seems that every time I hear rumors about the second lady, I always revolve around a new thing, as if there is nothing in the world that she will not do, but she can really teach the world to be envious. I remember one year, from that capital, except for the decree, it was all about the second lady and the eight elegant gentlemen in the rivers and lakes, which can be described as chic and desirable. In addition, I have heard the pilgrim who is familiar with the third son's family mention that he doesn't know much about the many deeds of the second lady, but he can talk about it anyway. This explanation is also expected, my two sisters and the pair of twin brothers and sisters, who have been enlightened since birth, the first sentence they learn is the immeasurable Tianzun or Mida Buddha, which is indeed not as good as this night that grew up on the mountain since childhood, and the name is the second and the third line.

However, when he heard the other party mention the pilgrim of Taishan Daomen who was familiar with him, Ye San's curiosity was aroused again, and he was just about to ask who that person was, when he saw Shi Dangdang put the last bite of chicken breast into his mouth, and took out a bronze flat pot from his arms.

Not as sharp as the night three watches, Shi Dangdang just took a sip and let out an unfinished sigh.

Smashing his mouth, the young Taoist priest added another sentence after what he had just said,

"It's not like the third son, it's all about fighting reputations." Before he could swallow a sip of the peach blossom brewed with Taishan Spring, he almost choked on it all at once, and Yesan was even more impatient: "Can you speak?" Unwilling to deal with this Taoist priest whose words and deeds can always make people angry, Ye San turned his head back to look at the Taoist priest in the broken house.

Still maintaining the action just now, after a brief dinner, they sat in a corner of the room, and the two kept a delicate distance, neither far nor close.

At least they can take care of each other at the first time. For example, if you reach out and touch the other person. Shi dared to apologize vigorously, for fear of upsetting the other party again, after all, the incident at noon was still fresh in his memory.

Beating people is not called beating people, it is called hammer people, the key is that the big monk is really a hammer man, which is also unique in the world.

In the end, it is still a soft mouth, and Ye San waved his hand and said: "Okay, no one will treat you as a dumb person if you don't say a few words in the future." Shi dared to laugh when he was sneering.

Ye San even mouthed Nunu, a Taoist of the Laoshan faction over there, and said, "Learn from two people, and talk less." "Seriously gnawed on the tasteless chicken ribs that were discarded, and Shi Dang didn't even raise his head.

"But they're so dumb."

“……”