Someone, like Zhang Xiaoyu, has probably become able to eat spicy.

And some people are already able to eat spicy.

Huangliang's Hanging Courtyard is also completed in three years.

But after graduating, they won't start recommending places to those cultivation places like the Hanging Courtyard in Nanyi City.

The reason is simple.

The Hanging Xue Monastery is the largest place of cultivation in today's Huangliang.

At most, it is recommended by the lower house to the upper house.

Of course, none of these things have anything to do with Liu Chunfeng.

He was originally a fake capitalist.

As a thirty-year-old Dao cultivator, Liu Chunfeng is undoubtedly quite famous.

But if he is only enlightened or a small path at the age of thirty, he will probably have a lot of fame.

Because Liu Chunfeng was famous for his extremely handsome appearance when he was a teenager.

It once had the reputation of the fake capital Yushan.

It wasn't until he entered the Qingniu Temple, began to practice, and rarely walked on the streets of the world, that the world gradually forgot the existence of such a young man.

Then, at the age of twenty-seven.

This young man, who graduated in the Qingniu Academy and served as Mr. Qingniu Yuan, entered the avenue in the early morning and took over the position of the vice president of the Fake Capital Hanging Academy, and the world finally remembered this young man who had been called Liu Yushan for a long time.

After many years, when the world saw the cultivation of the avenue in that courtyard, there were only four words.

The style is still the same.

The style is still the same, the spring breeze is still the same, and the jade mountain is still the same.

It's just that today's Liu Chunfeng is no longer the teenager who walked past with his head held high in the eyes of the world.

Rather, he is a humble and gentle young dean.

When the boy walked proudly, the world watched in amazement and laughter.

When the young man is warm, the world will behave in a proper manner, and call the dean politely and politely.

Liu Chunfeng, who was thirty years old in Chinese New Year's Eve, sat quietly at the small stove table under the eaves of the small courtyard where he practiced in the Qingniu Courtyard.

Chunfeng Temple.

That's the name of this courtyard.

There are some plum blossoms in the yard, and some are pressed by the snow and some are bent thin bamboo bushes.

A path leads through the courtyard to the open courtyard gate.

The door was opened by Zhou Zaishui, who had just left, and he didn't close the door because he was only leaving for a while.

As for how long it will take, it depends on when the canteen at Wenhua Yuan will be able to put those two bowls of noodles down.

Liu Chunfeng, who was in his thirties in the Chinese New Year's Eve, suddenly wanted to eat noodles.

It's the kind of yellow sorghum that has been passed down for thousands of years, sprinkled with chili oil, and has some dried chili peppers on the edges.

Although there are few people in Dao who like to eat spicy, because after eating spicy, they are easy to get excited and impulsive. This is contrary to Qing Xiu.

It is said in 12 chapters of 5,000 words - the five colors are blinding; The pentatonic tone is deafening; The five flavors are refreshing; galloping and hunting, making people mad; Rare goods, people are in trouble.

It's just that the people of Chudi, how can they not like spicy food?

Liu Chunfeng thought so.

So he not only wanted Zhou Zaishui to help him add more spicy, but also wanted onions and garlic.

Just like the soft and quiet spring breeze will actually blow the restless hearts of many teenagers.

This jade mountain, which is famous for its warmth and peace, can accept the intense pain in the throat more than anyone else.

Mr. Zhou Zaishui, the eldest gentleman of the Sword School, quickly passed through the wind and snow in the small courtyard and brought over two bowls of steaming noodles.

The noodle bowl was served, and the smell of chopped green onions accompanied by chili oil came to the face.

Zhou Zaishui took out two pairs of chopsticks from his sleeves - although the sleeves of Sword Intent Xiu would not be very sluggish and chic, they would not tighten the cuffs either.

When the cultivation of sword intent needs to tie up the cuffs and fight, it is probably a battle for survival.

For example, on Wushan Mountain, the ginger leaf that turned into sword light.

So it's a simple matter to hide two pairs of chopsticks in your sleeve.

Liu Chunfeng took the chopsticks, smiled softly, looked at Zhou Zaishui and said, "It seems that the gentlemen of Wenhua Academy don't have a good appetite today. ”

Because Zhou Zaishui came back quickly.

Zhou Zaishui said very indifferently: "After all, they are just people of the world, and sometimes in the face of this situation in the courtyard, it is naturally inevitable to be a little flustered. ”

Liu Chunfeng sat under the eaves and said softly, "Yes." It's just that the mind is flustered, it doesn't mean that the position is shaken, and in the face of a goddess who came out of ancient times, panic is human nature. ”

Zhou Zaishui picked up the noodles in the bowl and said: "So if you really want to talk about it, they have more courage than us, although there are tens of millions of people. ”

Liu Chunfeng just smiled, and also began to bow his head and eat noodles.

Although the courage of tens of millions of people is naturally moving.

It's just that in such a story, it is obvious that such courage is often useless except to be able to stand in the snow and express one's determination.

Liu Chunfeng is already a person with a very high realm in the hospital.

It's just that in the eyes of the woman in that high-rise building looking at the late winter in the world, there is probably no difference between the realm of the Great Dao and the world.

Not to mention the gentlemen of the Wenhua Academy.

The two of them didn't say anything more, just lowered their heads and ate their noodles quietly.

The small courtyard with heavy snow, white plums and green bamboos, and a bowl of bright red noodles are undoubtedly a sublimation of the tone.

Zhou Zaishui is a sword cultivator, so he always has to eat neatly, and when he drank the soup with a bowl, there was still a small half of the noodles in Liu Chunfeng's bowl.

"You haven't eaten this kind of noodles in a long time, why did you suddenly remember to eat this today?"

Zhou Zaishui pressed the chopsticks on the table, looked at Liu Chunfeng who was sitting opposite him with interest and asked.

The spring breeze is white, and the edges have some highlights and green colors.

It's just that there are some more stains today - it should have been accidentally splashed when I was eating noodles just now.

Stains probably won't work.

Zhou Zaishui thought so.

Liu Chunfeng was still eating noodles, and after a long time, he put down his chopsticks contentedly, looked down at the soup bowl, and did not answer Zhou Zaishui's question, but talked about other feelings that were about to be remembered suddenly.

"I suddenly realized why Northern Dao cultivators rarely eat such spicy things."

Zhou Zaishui asked, "The five flavors are refreshing?" ”

Liu Chunfeng smiled and pointed to his flaming red lips.

"If a Taoist who is famous for his Qing cultivation goes to the world and eats with a mouth full of oil, it is not good-looking, and the sword cultivation is different, the sword cultivation should be chic, so he raised his sleeves and wiped it casually, picked up the sword and left. Serious Taoists are naturally not good at doing this, and they can't always wear handkerchiefs, and it's not right to wipe their mouths gently. ”

Zhou Zaishui listened to Liu Chunfeng's explanation, and also laughed, and said: "So if you listened to my persuasion and came to my sword school, wouldn't there be so much trouble, and I still feel very sorry for my name to be proud of Chunfeng, but to be a Taoist." ”

When Liu Chunfeng enrolled in the Hanging Academy, Zhou Zaishui was already a gentleman in the courtyard.

It's a pity that Liu Chunfeng didn't listen to Zhou Zaishui's persuasion at that time, but learned the Tao.

"So to this day, I feel a little regretful."

Liu Chunfeng sat under the eaves, looking at the thin bamboo bushes in the yard that were bent over by the wind and snow.

"It's the same reason as wanting to eat spicier noodles today."

Zhou Zaishui quietly looked at the young head of the first courtyard in front of him.

In the absence of the prime minister, the vice president is the dean.

"If you had learned the sword at the beginning, you would have a reason not to be light or heavy, and you wouldn't have to worry so much."

Liu Chunfeng said softly.

Zhou Zaishui understood what Liu Chunfeng meant.

It's still a matter of next year's Taiyi Spring Festival.

Liu Chunfeng probably really wanted to smash some directly.

It's just that if you cultivate the Tao, you will inevitably have to take many things into account.

It's probably hard to have the kind of arrogance that I smashed the Yellow Crane Tower for the king.

Zhou Zaishui sighed and said, "Actually, it's all the same." ”

Liu Chunfeng laughed softly and said, "Naturally, it's different, you think it's different, because you are only in the seventh realm of the trail, and you have only entered the threshold of the upper realm cultivators. If you were also a Great Dao cultivator, you would naturally not be what you are now. ”

"So you think you're a little hesitant sometimes?"

"It's not sometimes, it's always some." Liu Chunfeng said softly, "From the time when the goddess stepped into the fake capital, and I didn't come out for the first time. ”

Liu Chunfeng looked back at the bowl of noodle soup where the red oil had begun to solidify.

"So eating something spicy can make me more excited."

Liu Chunfeng looked at his blurred face in the noodle soup, and said with a slight smile: "Although the spring breeze may not have the meaning of pity for flowers, in fact, people can be teenagers themselves." ”

Zhou Zaishui probably also remembered the young man who walked through the streets of the fake capital in the exclamation of everyone.

"What will happen to you, teenager?"

"Do whatever you want."

A young man who walked over in the amazed eyes of the world was naturally proud.

The beauty of all things is something to be proud of.

Therefore, Liu Chunfeng used to be proud of his outstanding talent and handsome appearance.

Zhou Zaishui probably understood something.

Liu Chunfeng stood up, stood under the eaves, and quietly watched the wind and snow outside the courtyard.

"How's the movement on Jing Zhaoyin's side?"

The meaning of the wind and snow in the courtyard instantly changed from leisure to solemnity.

Zhou Zaishui also stood up and said softly: "Jingzhao Yin's mansion has already sent some letters, it should be some of the arrangements and details of the Taiyi Spring Festival, I will go and get them." ”

Liu Chunfeng said lightly: "No need." ”

Zhou Zaishui was stunned for a moment and said, "Why don't you use it?" ”

Liu Chunfeng said calmly: "Actually, even if he doesn't write those things, I know where the Taiyi Spring Festival will be." ”

Zhou Zaishui reacted.

Yes.

The people of the Dao Gate are burdened with Dao rhyme, and Dao Yun has always been an existence that is extremely incompatible with the power of the witch and ghost Styx.

Taiyi Spring Festival, the sacrifice is the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, the supreme god and ghost of ancient Chu, where such a sacrificial place is located, the power of the natural Styx is extremely strong.

As a four-fold Taoist cultivator in the world, Liu Chunfeng naturally couldn't feel it.

"So ....."

"So it's just to let the world know something. The Hanging Courtyard cannot be a lonely stream, we must rely on the world. Liu Chunfeng said lightly, "Lord Jing Zhao Yin has been in the fake capital for many years, although this year because of someone's business, he has lost some bad reputation, but what kind of person he is, the world naturally knows that the Nine Divisions belong to His Majesty, and Jing Zhao Yin is the Fake Capital, an old man who is active in the eyes of the world, naturally has a much greater role than the Nine Divisions - when the world looks at Jing Zhao Yin, they will look at the Hanging Courtyard." ”

This is perhaps the greatest significance of that cart of bacon.

forced Jing Zhaoyin to make a long-wavering choice in the eyes of the world.

People's hearts are back, not necessarily better than the aftermath of the era of gods and ghosts.

It's just that after all, it can bring many benefits to the Hanging Courtyard.

Just like what the Hanging Yuan has done for thousands of years - to compete with gods and ghosts for the faith of the ancient Chu land with the world of culture.

Liu Chunfeng said very calmly.

"After the beginning of spring next year, the spring recruitment in the hospital will be carried out in advance, and at the same time, the gale spring examination, which should be postponed to February next year, will be held after the spring recruitment."

"And then?" Zhou Zaishui looked at the young man beside him and asked.

"Let Jing Zhaoyin give another list of the people of the Nine Divisions, he knows what we want." Liu Chunfeng said calmly, "Jiusi has been staying in the workshop for many years, it's time to change some people." ”

Zhou Zaishui stood there in a daze.

Yes, Jing Zhaoyin's affairs are naturally far more than the world, and he is also watching the movements of the Fake Capital Jiusi.

After Kyoto became the capital of Huai'an, the three princes ceased to exist, and under the emperor, there were nine divisions.

The Gale Spring Examination will select the best to enter the office, but in previous years, there was often no one who made such a huge substitution in the Nine Divisions, after all, it was just to accompany the capital, and many things existed in name only.

But that's no longer the case.

Huangliang is being separated from Huai'an, and the position of the Nine Divisions is undoubtedly extremely important.

In previous years, the Hanging Academy never asked about those students entering the office, but this year is probably different.

"The people upstairs are watching."

Zhou Zaishui said softly.

Liu Chunfeng said calmly: "The goddess is confident and conceited, and her eyes have actually been in Huai'an all the time. And accompany His Majesty the Emperor ......"

Liu Chunfeng looked at the tall building and said slowly: "His Majesty will say yes." ”

Zhou Zaishui stood under the eaves with a sigh for a long time, and then cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks.

"I know, I'll go and inform the Wenhua Academy."

Liu Chunfeng didn't say anything more, and some of the stories were naturally simple.

When Zhou Zaishui walked to the door with the dishes and chopsticks, he remembered something again, looked back at Liu Chunfeng and said, "You have some stains on your shoulders." ”

Liu Chunfeng turned his head to look at his shoulder, and on the blue and white clothes, a drop of oil stain was naturally very conspicuous.

But Liu Chunfeng didn't care.

Stains may indeed be a no-no.

But that's only because the stain is old.

When the stain begins to fall on the shoulder, it is naturally bright and moving.

......

The old man, who had been in the sea in the extreme south of Huangliang for decades, sat under the tree by the stone steps of the mountain road in the fine snow, carrying the night-like wine jug on one side and some burnt pots on the other, and gnawed there with relish.

The fine snow town, the wind of Qinse from afar, is naturally very comfortable.

Uncle Shuhai has been in the sea for a lifetime, so he naturally has to enjoy it.

There were footsteps in the cramped alleys under the stone steps.

The old man didn't care, but was ready to curse at any time with his salty and foul-smelling mouth that had been blowing in the Hanging Courtyard for several years—after all, the people in the alley were worried every day that they would drink too much and die nearby, causing them trouble, and they would come up and harass him from time to time.

It's just that the people who came up made the old man stunned for a moment.

Looking at the circle of white clothes that the white-clothed sword cultivator's eyes were covered.

"When did you become blind?"

Although this sentence was very similar to a curse, the old man said it very sincerely.

After all, I had a good chat with this Huai'an man that day.

Except that this kid stubbornly uses his wine jug as a night jug.

Zhang Xiaoyu sat down on the mountain road, but said very calmly: "Not long ago. ”

The old man looked at this young man with pity, although he was not very handsome, but after all, his eyebrows and eyes were clean.

"How?"

The old man asked regretfully.

Zhang Xiaoyu tilted his head and said, "I've seen some of the world. ”

“？”

"Then I found that the world is really beautiful, there are green mountains and green waters, mountain winds and snows, valleys and valleys, and small towns."

Zhang Xiaoyu smiled and continued, "I found that picture too beautiful, so I didn't dare to look at it. ”

The old man was stunned for a long time, put away those regretful emotions, gnawed the pot in his hand, took a sip of wine, and said, "You Huai'an people are really fucking weird. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu laughed softly and said, "When I was in Huai'an, I always heard people say that they are always ghostly. ”

The old man frowned, looked at the wine jug in his hand and thought for a while, and said: "Huangliang is a god and a ghost, but not all of them are gods and ghosts, you look at me, I should also be a materialist believer." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu said with a smile: "Yes, so some Huai'an people are weird, but not all of them are weird, look at me..... I'm sorry, I'm one of those weird people. ”

The old man smiled happily, threw two pieces of pot, and threw them into Zhang Xiaoyu's arms.

Zhang Xiaoyu touched the thing in his arms, but he was stunned.

"Your old man has good teeth, at such an old age, you still like to gnaw on pots?"

The old man snorted.

"Who the loves to eat pots, I'm drunk, I burned the rice, and I can only gnaw on the pot."

"Hahahaha."

The person who smiled happily became Zhang Xiaoyu again.

Zhang Xiaoyu also gnawed on the pot, probably too hard and dry, and reached out to the old man to ask for wine.

The old man handed over the wine jug, and then looked at the blindfolded white-clothed sword cultivator with a strange expression, and drank the wine very simply.

"Why aren't you afraid that it's a night pot today?"

Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly: "Because I can't see it, my sense of smell will be more prominent, just smell it and smell it, but I still have to say that bitter wine is worse than urine." ”

"Fuck you."

The old man smiled and snatched his flask back, and drank it very preciously.

Zhang Xiaoyu sat in the fine snow of the mountain road and finished gnawing on the pot, then stood up, carried the empty scabbard on his back, and walked towards the snow on the mountain road.

The old man looked at Zhang Xiaoyu's back from behind, and asked curiously, "It's almost the New Year, where are you going?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu stopped, stood quietly on the mountain road for a long time, and then said softly: "I'll go get my sword." ”

"Where can you pick up your sword?" The old man always thought that Zhang Xiaoyu's scabbard was just an ornament, but he never thought that there would indeed be a sword inside.

After all, the strangeness of Huai'an people is an inherent impression.

"I don't know, but I'll leave it for next year, maybe I'll meet it as I walk."

The white-clothed sword cultivator said.

Although I can't see the world anymore, I still walk peacefully on the mountain road.

The white clothes are better than the wind and snow, but there are many black stains, like a mountain road that has been trampled by many people.

It's like the mountain road at the foot of Zhang Xiaoyu.