Qingjiao, who was supposed to leave the south and return to the East China Sea, stayed in Shanyue City.

This woman, who was originally influenced by many Lingnan and gradually lost some of her cold clothes, seems to have returned to her original appearance.

Heavy snow at the end of the middle and end of the mountain and moon castle.

The courtyard is full of snow and red clothes.

In this alley, which is lonely every winter, there are about only two courtyards where people live.

Qingjiao stood quietly in the courtyard snow, carrying a sword behind him, a nameless parting gift from the Tianya Sword Sect. And there was also a sword in his hand, named Qingtuan, which was already unsheathed, held in his hand, raised to shoulder level, and the tip of the sword was facing the snow-covered eaves wall.

There wasn't anything strange on the walls, just some dry moss, or some cursive writing from former tenants.

——Luomei is a new lonely traveler, and the mountain rain sits in the wind with me. How many years of loneliness and sorrow, the night moon shines cold, and the clouds break.

——Breaking the clouds and shining on the cold moonlit night, young and lonely and lonely. I sit with the wind on the same rainy mountain, and the guest travels alone on the new plum fall.

The green pepper is slightly rhythmic, and it can be seen that this is probably a magnolia flower order.

It's just that the woman in red from the East China Sea didn't care what was written, she just stood quietly in the snow with her sword.

On the other side of the wall was a mountain and river watcher who was sleeping peacefully, probably wounded, and sometimes emitted a slight cough or two from his sleep.

But more often than not, there is no movement, as if there is no one in the courtyard across the wall.

Qingjiao didn't do anything, just quietly held the sword, didn't stab it out, didn't take it back, just countless sword intents were quietly dormant in the wind and snow.

The sword intent was not strong, at least from the perspective of the upper echelons of the cultivation world, it was weak and weak.

But maybe it's because there's finally someone on the other side of the wall that Green Pepper has been looking for.

Those sword intents that had been shattered by the surging Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi because of the failure to break through the realm were slowly recovering.

The sword became thicker, like a once dry crashing wave, and it jumped up the cliff again and then fell.

The sound of wind and snow in a courtyard.

However, this is not enough.

At least the sword cultivation of the Beginner Realm of a small path, the Sword Intent Human Slope Bridge Realm, was far from enough to kill a person like Chen Qingshan.

Unless he is really seriously injured, so heavy that he can't see mountains and rivers in the world when he raises his hand, only the sound of broken wind blows in his ears.

He is Zhang Xiaoyu's senior brother.

Qing Jiao once saw the white-clothed sword cultivator who was known as the three swords of the younger generation in the world in the canyon.

She knew how strong such a person was, so she was quiet that night, serving the dishes for the little boys.

But there was something she couldn't escape – it was a story about Ha Jong in the East China Sea.

When she turned into a sword light and swept over the sky above this mountain city on the 28th, she felt the aura of Taoism from the view of mountains and rivers.

At that moment, she seemed to understand why Tingfeng Yin hesitated for an almost imperceptible moment before telling her the answer, and then told her conclusively that Chen Qingshan was in the East China Sea.

It turned out that Chen Qingshan was north of Fengqi Ridge, in this mountain and moon city.

The idea of listening to the wind is certainly good.

When Qingjiao returned to the East China Sea, it was naturally difficult to find such a person.

It's just that after all, there are some rumors that I haven't heard before.

For example, Chen Qingshan was stabbed into the heart by his junior brother with a plum blossom from outside the border.

As a result, some of them can't control the escape of their own rhyme.

So a woman in red who was supposed to go to the East China Sea for the New Year stopped in the city.

Holding the sword quietly, he stood in the courtyard, began to wait for something, and also began to regain his sword intent.

She thought that she would return to the East China Sea and recuperate for a while before her story began again.

It's just that some things are coming much faster than she thought.

It's so fast that I'm a little overwhelmed.

Green pepper stood in the yard, his eyes full of wind and snow.

No one knows which one will come first, Chen Qingshan or tomorrow.

But now that she saw it, she stayed firmly.

......

Chen Qingshan didn't care which of his enemies lived in the courtyard across the wall, although he felt that he was a little saint in the world, but he was not after all.

What's more, even the true saint Li Er, when he was living in the world, he was resented by many people for a long time.

It's just that sometimes after Chen Qingshan sleeps, when it is difficult to fall asleep again for a while, he will tilt his head to look at the wall on the right.

Maybe he was thinking about what the masters who could tell the sword intent from the East China Sea at a glance were thinking?

Didn't she know that she knew martial arts?

However, Chen Qingshan really didn't have much interest in caring about the woman standing with a sword across the wall.

Otherwise, in such an idle snowstorm, I always wake up and fall asleep, and it is inevitable that I will be a little bored, and maybe I will knock on the door of the courtyard and ask what I have done back then.

It's thirty today.

Chen Qingshan looked at the wall for a long time, and then turned his head back.

I was going to continue to fall asleep with difficulty - after all, I didn't feel sleepy after falling asleep over and over again.

There was a knock at the door.

Chen Qingshan raised his eyebrows.

Naturally, it wouldn't be Zhang San, Zhang San knew that he wouldn't open the door for him, so he pushed the door in directly.

So who's coming?

Chen Qingshan sat up a little upright and said, "Please come in." ”

Very polite.

So the little girl in the world who pushed the door in was also a little overwhelmed.

It is obviously a difficult thing for the world to accept that such a character suddenly becomes polite.

So she held the food box in her arms and stood at the door, not knowing what to say.

Chen Qingshan sat back down, although he was not as polite as before, but his tone was still gentle.

"What are you going to do?"

The little girl in the city looked a little lighter, but she was still a little restrained, and quietly walked through the snowy path in the yard. took out the food box from his arms, handed it to Chen Qingshan, looked down at the white snow under his feet, and said in a low voice: "My mother bought some rice cakes in the city, and accidentally bought too much, let me send some to you......"

Accidentally buying too much is a very interesting saying.

Chen Qingshan sat firmly in the small chair under the eaves, quietly looking at the little girl in front of him.

Such a silent picture probably made the little girl nervous again.

Her slender fingers, which were lined with a bloated winter coat, trembled slightly, and she clutched the food box tightly and pushed it forward with all her might—even though there was nothing in her way, she still used a lot of force, as if she was making up her mind.

"It's already cooked, and when I came, I kept it in my arms, and it shouldn't be cold yet."

The little girl's voice trembled slightly.

Chen Qingshan retracted his gaze and landed on the food box that his slender hands were holding tightly, it was indeed still hot, because he could smell the aroma of some rice cakes, if it was cold, it would naturally be a little difficult to smell.

What does Li Queyi's "Supplement to the Human World" say?

Temperature can cause a missing particle to escape?

Chen Qingshan couldn't remember a little, but he soon realized that he was distracted.

It's just that the Shanhe Taoist who came back to his senses still didn't take the food box, but leaned back on the back of the chair, and the small chair where Zhang San stole the kickback made some squeaky sounds.

"First of all." Chen Qingshan's gaze fell again on the face of this ordinary-looking girl from Shanyue City.

"You need to call me Master."

The little girl looked up in surprise and panic.

The mountain and river viewer in front of him had some faint smiles on his face.

Although she will follow this Taoist to look back at the things in the future, it has been said before.

But no one knows if this Taoist, who doesn't seem to have a very good reputation in the cultivation world, is joking.

Chen Qingshan didn't talk about it to Zhang San who came to hang out later.

So Zhang San and her daughter-in-law were probably a little uneasy, so they accidentally bought more rice cakes.

The little girl in Shanyue City stood in the snow for a long time, and then took back the food box in her hand, trembling but also handed it out dignifiedly.

"Rice cakes, please, Master."

Chen Qingshan smiled softly, and did not take the food box, but just opened the lid, and then the smile froze.

The little girl looked at Chen Qingshan who was smiling in a daze, and she didn't know what it was, so she panicked again.

Chen Qingshan looked at the rice cakes in the food box for a long time, and then sighed softly: "That's it, I've seen it and eaten it, you take it to the courtyard next to it, and see if the East China Sea Sword Cultivator likes to eat the rice cake with boiling peppers." ”

When the little girl heard this, she immediately became a little at a loss, standing in the wind and snow outside the eaves, looking down at the food box in her hand, the snow-white rice cake was still steaming, and she was sprinkled with a lot of finely chopped bright red chili powder, which seemed particularly attractive to her.

"I, I don't know, I'll go back and get you another one."

The girl from Shanyue City said in a panic, and she was about to go out of the courtyard after covering the food box.

"No need."

Chen Qingshan said softly: "It's okay for you to take her back, or give it to the people in the courtyard next to you, don't knock on the door today, I want to be quiet for a while." ”

The girl turned her head and stood in the snow and looked at Chen Qingshan quietly.

This Taoist of the mountain and river view really didn't seem to be angry, but his expression was a little lonely.

She couldn't understand the reason for the loneliness, but she still nodded according to the words and said, "Okay, Master." ”

The girl in her bloated winter coat left quietly in the drizzle.

There was another knock on the door outside the courtyard - it was the sound of the courtyard next door.

Chen Qingshan didn't care, sat quietly in the chair, and looked up at the heavy snow at the end of the year in the world.

"People in the south of Huai'an have learned from Huangliang badly, and they have to add some chili peppers to everything."

Chen Qingshan said very lonely.

"Master, how can you get used to eating?"

......

The roast chicken in Tianshang Town is very simple, smeared with some oil, stuffed some simple spices in the stomach, and then roasted on the fire.

Because when Nandao came back last night, Lu Xiaoxiao and they had already had dinner, and they had made some meatballs in the afternoon, put them on the stove and steamed them, and then boiled some sweet wine and drank them - after Wu Dalong started to make wine, he also sat on a large vat of sweet wine by the way, as an omnipotent senior brother, whatever the junior brother and nephew wanted, this thirty-five old man seemed to be able to take it out.

So when Nandao came back with two roast chickens and a big pot of peach blossom stuffing, although the young people cheered that Uncle Shi was too handsome, but after all, they were more than enough and not enough.

So the two roast chickens are left for today.

Early in the morning, the five little ones got up early, ran up to the small building, and salivated at the roast chicken in the pile of ingredients upstairs.

Le Chaotian, who slept in front of the stove like a fairy, couldn't be a fairy, and was woken up early in the morning by the discussion of the little teenagers.

"It's so fragrant, how do you feel more fragrant than last night after it's cold." The little junior brother Lu Xiaowu muttered ignorantly.

"That's because you've been hungry all night."

This is the voice of senior sister Lu Xiaoyi.

"Stir-fry some chili oil, chop some minced garlic, sprinkle some chopped green onions, then tear some chicken breast and put it around in a bowl..... That's a real fairy! ”

Lu Xiaosan kept drooling as he spoke.

Le Chaotian couldn't sleep either, sat up with a yawn, and interjected.

"What kind of chili oil is not spicy."

"Shut up! You know how to eat. ”

Lu Xiaosan said confidently.

“......”

Le Chaotian looked at Lu Xiaosan, who didn't know why he was getting more and more inflated, and then raised his hand.

The butterfly flower in the corner let out a sword roar.

Lu Xiaosan changed his face in a blink of an eye, looked at Le Chaotian flatteringly and said, "I'm sorry, I'm used to training my little earth dog......"

The little boy stopped halfway through speaking, and the four little boys on the side looked at Lu Xiaosan with strange expressions who began to speak because of the roast chicken he ate.

"Uncle spare!"

Lu Xiaosan rushed downstairs.

The little earth dog lying on his stomach in the corner raised his head blankly, only to see a sword light flashing in the building, and he didn't know what was happening.

It wasn't until Lu Xiaoxiao woke up that Lu Xiaosan, who was hung outside the building by the butterfly love flower, was lifted.

After the little boy fell into the snow, he seemed to have forgotten that he had just been chased by Le Chaotian's sword and scurried all over the canyon, so he just swept the snow on his head, and lay on the side of the wooden jar containing the peach blossoms, looking at the fish swimming around and gnawing on the peach blossoms.

"Master, when are we going to eat fish?"

Lu Xiaosan misses the peach blossom boiled fish he ate in his imagination very much.

Ah, the snow-white fish, the fiery red soup base.

The little boy suddenly forgot about the two roast chickens upstairs again, and licked his lips and looked at the green fish in the tank.

Lu Xiaoxiao angrily slapped the hand that the little boy stretched out into the tank.

"Eat it at night, and eat those two roast chickens during the day today."

"Good!"

Lu Xiaosan was awakened to the memory of roast chicken again.

Ah, the crispy roasted chicken skin, the tender and oily chicken.

The boy ran upstairs again.

Of course, before eating the roast chicken, the little boy still sincerely apologized to Le Chaotian.

"Actually, the little earth dog is called grass for fireflies, how can it be called Le Chaotian, haha."

Le Chaotian didn't bother to pay attention to the little boy, summoned his sword, put it into the scabbard, and threw it aside.

Because the roast chicken is already cold, it is necessary to go through the heat again.

The little teenagers were clamoring for chili oil again, so the door on the second floor of the small building was opened a few more times to prevent the smell from being too choking.

I have to admit that the house built by Wu Dalong is indeed extremely beautiful.

The red pillars, the blue ground, and various small ornaments.

It's hard to imagine that this is a house built by a sword in the mountains.

Lu Xiaoxiao also added a lot of floating yarn to those doors, and at this time, the doors on all sides of the small building were open on both sides, and the wind and snow were whining, but they were flying very beautifully.

The only downside is probably that it's a little colder.

However, this is not a problem of Xiaolou, but a problem of the season.

Lu Xiaoxiao added a pot to the top of the stove, fried some green onion and ginger oil, strained it out and poured it into the chili powder that had been prepared a long time ago.

The scent came up instantly.

Nandao has been sitting quietly on the corridor, holding an umbrella and watching the wind and snow, which provokes the waiting teenagers to be amazed.

"Uncle Shi is Uncle Shi, and now I can practice with peace of mind."

Le Chaotian sat in front of the stove and said with a smile: "Practice? I think he's thinking about a woman on a cliff. ”

“......”

In the discussion of the little teenagers who lasted all morning, the young man under the umbrella who did not move in the eight winds was broken by Le Chaotian's words.

Nandao picked up the flask and walked in silently.

Le Chaotian looked at him with a soft smile and said, "Am I right, senior brother." ”

Nan Dao sat down in front of the stove, took a sip of peach blossom brew, sighed and said, "Senior brother, it's not unreasonable for you to be smashed. ”

"Hahahaha."

Le Chaotian smiled very proudly.

Lu Xiaoxiao had already made chili oil, and was afraid that they would be too tired of eating, so he turned around and went downstairs, and washed some cabbage for them by the stream.

It's not fresh, but it's still edible.

When I returned upstairs, Le Chaotian, who was originally shouting that it would be delicious without chili oil, was already holding a bowl of chili oil, sitting in front of the stove and grabbing chicken legs with the little boys to eat.

"It smells so good!"

Le Chaotian ate with a mouth full of oil, without the demeanor of an uncle.

The two roast chickens only had four legs, Le Chaotian was very shameless and grabbed one and ate it, and the remaining three were snatched by Lu Xiaosan and Xiao Si and Xiao Wu.

Lu Xiaoyi and Lu Xiaoer didn't mean to rob, they were very conscious of senior brothers and sisters.

By the time Lu Xiaoxiao finished his work and Wu Dalong came to eat, the two roast chickens were left with only some back shells and scattered meat.

Although the grass is too big to pick two roast chickens, after all, there are so many people in the building, so naturally they will eat it quickly.

Lu Xiaoxiao and Wu Dalong were silent, but they didn't pick it, sat by the fire, and began to eat the leftover roast chicken that everyone had eaten.

Lu Xiaoyi, who was on the side, took out his bowl from behind him, which contained two roasted chicken wings, and handed it to Lu Xiaoxiao with a smile.

"Master, I left you some delicious food."

Lu Xiaoxiao was so moved.

"It's still the best in my family, you guys, you are all conscienceless."

Lu Xiaoxiao took the bowl and glared at the young people.

Le Chaotian was there and laughing.

Naturally, he eats the most.

I probably know the truth of sitting at the child's table.

Without him, only the hand is fast.

Wu Dalong also laughed, and was about to get the wing roots in the bowl, but Lu Xiaoxiao clapped his hands and glared angrily.

"This is given to me by Xiao Yi, what kind of hand do you stretch out."

Wu Dalong retracted his hand aggrievedly and looked at everyone with a blank look.

It's just that it's probably true that no one is hiding anything anymore.

However, Lu Xiaosan, who is as greedy as Le Chaotian on weekdays, grinned and touched a big chicken leg - the battlefield was too chaotic, and no one noticed when he hid.

Lu Xiaosan took the chicken leg, looked at Wu Dalong very sincerely and said, "Uncle Shi, this is what I left for you, but I have one request." ”

Everyone looked at Lu Xiaosan, not knowing what kind of demon this kid was going to do.

Lu Xiaosan smiled.

"You see I've called you Uncle for so long, and you can call me Uncle too."

“......”

.......

Lu Xiaosan was beaten, and he couldn't even keep the chicken legs.

It was Lu Xiaoxiao who beat him.

"You kid, do you still want to be a senior?"

The New Year's Eve may not hit the child.

But after all, it's not the New Year yet.