Lu Xiaoer and Yuan Sanzhou were cooking wine in the courtyard, Lu Xiaoer was worried that tonight would be the same as last night, there would still be a demon attack, so he didn't drink too much, but just took two sips, making himself feel a little drunk.

Yuan Sanzhou, the disciple of the first peak, drank better, but it was not much better, boiled a pot of peach blossom wine, Lu Xiaoer drank two sips, he drank four sips, and then laughed at the little boy unashamedly.

Lu Xiaoer was very calm in the face of such ridicule, sat by the fireside with his sword in his hand, and said sincerely: "But I'm about to know water." ”

Yuan Sanzhou turned around silently.

Lu Xiaoer's talent may not be anything in the world, but it is naturally excellent in Lingnan.

The spring breeze in the world is a late hearth.

Nandao pushed the door and walked in.

Lu Xiaoer and Yuan Sanzhou turned their heads and looked at the somewhat silent young man who walked in with a twilight spring breeze.

"Uncle Shi, how is it?"

Lu Xiaoer looked at Nandao and asked.

Simon and Cheng Lu are masters of talking confused.

So Nandao didn't know how to talk to Lu Xiaoer and the others for a while, and stood at the gate of the courtyard for a little silence before he said slowly: "If I heard correctly, the demon clan should not come to Yunjue Town." ”

So the story goes back to the question that Lu Xiaoer heard about Cheng Lu in the early morning.

If the demon clan doesn't come to Yunjie Town, then where will they go?

Lu Xiaoer and Yuan Sanzhou were silent.

Nandao walked towards the courtyard, looked at Lu Xiaoer and said calmly, "Pack your luggage." ”

Nandao naturally didn't have any luggage, just one person, one umbrella and two swords, and he forgot to take the little cabbage that Wu Dalong brought to him.

Lu Xiaoer was stunned for a moment, looked at Nandao and said, "Don't go to the East China Sea?" ”

Nandao quietly looked at Lu Xiaoer for a long time, and then said calmly: "Don't go." ”

Nandao then looked at Yuan Sanzhou, who was sitting in a daze.

"What about you? Are you going back? ”

Yuan Sanzhou was silent for a long time and said, "Forget it." ”

This nineteen-year-old disciple of the First Peak naturally wanted to return to Lingnan.

He is a Lingnan native.

It's just that if everyone gets the news and has to go back to Lingnan, then Yunjue Town will lose a lot of defensive strength.

Although according to what Ximen and Cheng Lu said, the demon army is intended to be in Shanyue, but Yunjue Town still has to be defended.

If Shanyue's side is defended, the demon clan will inevitably break through from Yunjue Town.

Nandao didn't say anything more.

Standing there quietly with an umbrella in hand.

Lu Xiaoer went back to the house to pack his luggage, Yuan Sanzhou sat there for a while, thought about it, took a wine jug, helped Nandao pour the wine boiling on the stove into the jug, and then handed the pot of warm wine to Nandao.

This young sword cultivator was very calm.

Looking down at the remaining peach blossoms in the kettle.

"Although it is not a long time, but when I came out, the peach blossoms in Lingnan had not yet bloomed, and my senior brother saw it by then, and I remembered to write to me when I was free."

Nandao raised an eyebrow and said, "How do you say it like you're going to die." ”

Yuan Sanzhou said with a smile: "When I was in Nanyi City, I also said similar things to the disciples of the first peak. Fate is impermanent, we are a little Lingnan sword cultivator, maybe when we say we will die, although I have been lucky to survive in these two wars until now, but what will happen in the future, it is naturally difficult to know, so we must always make some preparations in advance, so that my senior brother can stand on a high place in the future and be able to remember me as a little sword cultivator. ”

It's probably like the original Lingnan 80,000 sword cultivators, only 10,000 returned to Lingnan.

The little sword cultivator is a small person, and in the turbulence, he accidentally disappears.

Yuan Sanzhou is probably one of the few young people who can see through it.

It can be seen in his babbling words on the first peak.

Nandao held the wine jug in his hand, thought for a while, and said, "Lu Xiaoer will tell you when the time comes." ”

Yuan Sanzhou nodded.

The two stood in the courtyard, quietly waiting for the little boy to pack his luggage.

It is naturally not uncommon for people to get together in a hurry, and then to say goodbye in a hurry.

Lu Xiaoer soon came out, carrying a burden on his shoulders, just like when he came to town a few days ago. He also had a small money bag in his hand.

It's for Yuan Sanzhou.

Yuan Sanzhou looked at the money bag handed over by the little boy, obviously at a loss.

Lu Xiaoer, who learned from Le Chaotian and brought generous capital, is very sincere.

"It's happier to be rich."

Of course, you can be happy without money.

It's just that being rich is naturally happier.

Yuan Sanzhou smiled and took the money bag and stuffed it into his arms.

"Thank you, nephew."

Lu Xiaoer looked around again, picked up the umbrella placed under the eaves pillar, there should be nothing missing, so he looked at Nandao.

"Are you going to go now, uncle?"

Nandao nodded.

The two teenagers walked side by side towards the outside of the courtyard.

Yuan Sanzhou followed the two of them for a while, and finally stopped when they were heading south out of town.

"Have a nice trip."

This first peak sword cultivator stood there with his sword on his back and looked at the two teenagers on the road who said go, waved his hand and said.

Have a nice trip, all the best, and a happy new year.

These words, naturally, are simple and sincere.

Lu Xiaoer turned around and waved his hand at Yuan Sanzhou.

Something like resignation.

If you don't look back, it's dashing.

If you turn around, it will be brilliant.

The South Island did not look back or wave, so it was neither chic nor splendid.

Just walking in silence on the road.

......

Cheng Lu stood quietly on the long street not far behind the Lingnan Sword Cultivator.

Just now, he was going to come over and ask Nandao in person if he really planned to go to Shanyue.

As soon as he came, he saw two teenagers walking out of the town, one after the other.

Cheng Lu raised her eyebrows and stood on the street looking at the young man under the umbrella who was walking along the path under the smoke cloud.

Is there really such a hurry?

Cheng Lu always felt that there was something wrong.

It's just that how the young man crossed the long street all the way back to that courtyard, Cheng Lu didn't know.

Naturally, I didn't know that in this small town on a spring evening, the young man had thought about those things, so he didn't wait for tomorrow, so he took a pot of peach blossom wine and hurried away.

It's just an intuition thing.

It is nothing more than a judgment of rational experience.

Cheng Lu and the boy are probably just generally acquainted.

Reason cannot be detached from experience.

So Cheng Lu couldn't figure it out.

So he turned and left the place.

.......

It was raining lightly.

The rule of the demon clan flowed away in the rain.

Mei Xiyu walked quietly on the street with an umbrella in the sound of the opportunity that gradually subsided.

The umbrella was given by the people of Hell.

After Mei Xiyu walked out of the black gate, she looked back and saw that Liu Qinghe and a heavenly prison official were still there, looking at her with a slight smile.

Meaning unknown.

This Daoist from the Blue Heaven Dao with the black cauldron on his back frowned, but he didn't know what it meant, so he turned around and walked through the demon clans and the people of the world who came and went, and walked towards the outside of the long street.

The official of the Chenghu Division waited on the street, holding a booklet in his hand, and saw the Taoist who came out of the heavenly prison, tilted his head and put the umbrella between his neck, lowered his head and opened the booklet to carefully compare it, and then greeted him with a very decent smile.

"Lord Meixi Yumei?"

Mei Xiyu suddenly couldn't adapt to this title, why did she suddenly become Master Mei?

Shouldn't it be Mei Zhenren Mei Dao people?

It was a moment of resignation, and then he looked at the official of the city household division and nodded, and said, "Yes." ”

Mei Xiyu did not question the title of adult.

After all, the small officials of the Chenghu Division naturally still belong to the category of the world.

The world is a small person, and he is the cultivation of the avenue, so it is not surprising that he has an adult.

The official of the Castle Household Division handed the delicately made pamphlet to Mei Xiyu.

"This is your real estate book in Huaidu, adults must remember not to get lost, although there is a base book on the side of the Chenghu Division, but in the end it will be a troublesome matter."

Mei Xiyu took the booklet, looked at the city household official with some curiosity and said, "Why is it troublesome?" ”

The official smiled and said: "Because Huaidu lives, it is not easy, although this courtyard is not big, but it is worth 90,000 yuan, if it is lost, the adults will probably have some trouble at noon." ”

Mei Xiyu was silent for a while.

"Midday?"

"These days, when the demon clan is under control, some adults will strictly check the register of the city household, and they will also search the dwellings of the world."

The priest glanced around, then spoke briefly.

Mei Xiyu quietly looked at the booklet in her hand, and then looked at the city household official, and didn't say anything more.

Naturally, the little official of Huaidu didn't say anything, and said that the adults would come with me, and then turned around and walked towards the rain.

The streets and alleys of Huaidu are ever-changing, and it is often difficult for people who do not live in the city for a long time to distinguish where to go.

As the city household division in charge of the household registration residence of the world, it is natural to be familiar with this.

Although Huaidu is lively, the two of them walked extremely smoothly, walking through the streets and alleys all the way, going to the sky and the earth.

It's like crossing the mountains and rivers of the world again.

It's Meixi rain, if it weren't for the cultivation of the avenue, it would probably be dizzy in the middle.

Even so, Meixiyu had to exclaim a good Huaidu.

When he first came, the people from the Heavenly Hell were already waiting outside the city, and Mei Xiyu went directly to the Heavenly Hell with him, naturally he didn't take a closer look at this human male city around the Qingtian Dao.

When the officials of the Chenghu Division heard Mei Xiyu's sigh, they were probably a little proud.

"Yes, this is Huaidu."

And in such a magnificent and unpredictable capital, it is naturally a matter of pride for people who can still find their destination at any time.

The two walked to the spring rain, and finally appeared on a long street on the ground of Huaidu.

The official took Mei Xiyu to a courtyard house.

"This is the courtyard that the Joto Division prepared for adults."

Mei Xiyu stood on the side of the street, raised her umbrella, and quietly looked at the courtyard door.

As the official said, the courtyard is indeed not big, but there is a sense of low-key luxury in it.

Maybe it's worth 90,000 yuan.

Mei Xiyu lowered her head, looked at the officials on the side, and thanked her.

"Thank you."

The official smiled slightly: "Your Excellency doesn't have to be polite. ”

This smile made Mei Xiyu frown subconsciously.

I don't know why, he remembered Liu Qinghe's smile when he left the heavenly prison again.

When he came back to his senses, the official had already held an umbrella and slowly left in the rain.

He is indeed a man of the world.

Mei Xiyu quietly looked at the little official of the city household.

It's just that I don't know why, there is always a faint uneasiness in the heart of this Qingtian Dao Daoist, and I don't know where it comes from.

After a long time, Mei Xiyu withdrew her gaze, and was about to push the door in, but she felt something again, and turned around with an umbrella.

Not far away, across the long street, a young man in white clothes with a green umbrella was parked there, looking at him with the same smile.

That kind of gaze is completely different from Liu Qinghe or that official.

Just like when I was standing in front of that Qingtian Dao teacher uncle.

It seems that with just one glance, you can see your own sea of gods clearly.

Mei Xiyu's expression was grim, and Daowen appeared around her, covering those sights.

The young man under the green umbrella didn't care, just smiled, turned around and walked not far away.

There was a magnificent mansion, and the door slowly opened, and some servants came out and welcomed the young man in.

Mei Xiyu was silent for a long time, and her gaze moved upwards and landed directly above the mansion.

The big characters like the sword blade appeared in Mei Xiyu's eyes.

Midday.

The kind of word that can make Mei Xiyu's eyes tingle at a glance is obviously from the hand of Kamigawa, one of the three swords in the world.

The door closed silently.

Mei Xiyu was silent for a long time, dispersed her whole body of rhyme, and stood outside the long street for a long time.

Pedestrians hurried past here with umbrellas.

Mei Xiyu stopped him and pointed to the mansion across the long street.

"What's that?"

The man glanced at Mei Xiyu strangely, probably with a sense that you don't even know.

"Siwu Mansion, the mansion of Lord Zhongshui!"

Mei Xiyu fell silent again, let go of her hand, and let the pedestrian look back at her all the way away with that strange gaze.

This Daoist from Qingtian Dao is very complicated in his heart.

I roughly understood what Liu Qinghe's smile meant.

Turn around and look at your own yard.

The mansion in such a place is more than 90,000?

Mei Xiyu wanted to scold her mother very much.

......

Chen He's tofu today is not sold out.

After all, the spring rain is quite inconsistent with the bright and rich taste of sizzling tofu.

Tofu is something that will turn sour in the afternoon if it is not sold out in the morning.

Teppanyaki tofu has a distinct taste, but for this tender tofu, the inside is not flavorful, and after the spicy skin has passed, the sour taste hidden inside will spread between the lips and teeth, which makes people feel irritated.

Chen He naturally wouldn't do this kind of self-destructing sign, so he put away the stall, put the unfinished tofu in the water and soaked it, pushed the cart and walked back.

Although the remaining tofu has not been sold, you can also take it back to make some spicy tofu to eat, Xu Chunhua, a girl from a small town in the north, likes to eat such things very much.

As for some more, you can use oil to fry them and make them into fried tofu, so that they can be kept for a long time, and some of them can be made into fried tofu skewers, and they will be sold together with the iron plate tofu tomorrow, if there are too many, Chen He will sell them to nearby restaurants, and the fried tofu pieces will be extra oil and salt, and they will be put into the hot pot, which is naturally a very delicious thing in the world.

Since coming to Huaidu, Chen He has begun to make careful calculations.

After all, to buy tender tofu back, it also requires capital, and it can't be wasted, and you can earn a little bit.

The owner of the restaurant near the alley was not bad, and after eating Chen He's iron plate tofu, he was shocked and enthusiastically invited Chen He to eat hot pot.

Chen He wanted to go back and wait for Xu Chunhua to come back, so naturally he didn't eat hot pot there.

So the owner of the restaurant asked Chen He to take Xu Chunhua to eat with him.

Chen He smiled and said okay.

It's just that I probably know it in my heart.

If Xu Chunhua didn't find Meixiyu, she wouldn't be free.

If you find Meixiyu, you won't be free.

It's just not a sad thing.

So Chen He did smile sincerely.

When pushing Tianyan's car all the way back to the alley, Xu Chunhua did not come back.

Chen He is not surprised.

As the two of them stayed in Huaidu for longer and longer, they became somewhat familiar with the streets and alleys, and they also felt some of the laws of change in this vast city.

So Xu Chunhua went farther and farther.

I also came back later and later.

Maybe one day, at a very late hour, she will run back hungry but excited with a lantern and tell Chen He that she has found where Mei Xiyu is.

So the little white flower in the world bloomed into the right spring rain.

Chen He didn't wait for Xu Chunhua outside the courtyard anymore, opened the courtyard door directly, moved everything in, and then set up an oil pot under the locust tree in the courtyard, began to cut the tofu into pieces, and after pouring the oil, he began to pour the tofu in, holding a mesh sieve, sitting next to him and watching the spring rain in the courtyard.

The courtyard was full of water, and Chen He made several large tanks in the courtyard to catch water.

It's a pity that the rainwater in Huaidu is not enough, and so far no half tank of water has been received.

Chen He looked at the spring rain for a while, and there was gradually a sizzling sound in the oil pot on the side, Chen He turned his head, and the tofu already had some bright yellow color, like a pot, and the sound was the sound of the water in the tofu coming into contact with the oil that was gradually getting hot.

When Chen He first fried tofu, he first boiled the oil, then picked up the tofu and poured it into it, but almost scalded himself half to death.

So he learned to be smart.

Put the tofu and oil in the pan together.

While Chen He was there carefully watching the tofu heat, the door of the courtyard was pushed open.

Xu Chunhua, who was holding a small white umbrella, walked in wearing a skirt that was a little wet by the spring rain, and saw Chen He frying tofu there, walked over again, and looked twice.

"Didn't you sell out today?"

Chen He nodded.

Xu Chunhua sighed with some pity.

Chen He didn't care, after all, if he couldn't sell out, he could go to the restaurant to sell fried tofu.

"I'll go cook later, I left a piece of tender tofu over there, and I'll make spicy tofu for you to eat today."

Chen He said, picked up the mesh sieve and fished out a piece of tofu that was almost fried from the oil pot, strained the oil and dipped it in some salt and handed it to Xu Chunhua.

"You eat a piece of fried tofu first."

"Good. Then I'll go cook some rice first. ”

......

In the small alleys of the spring rain and Huaidu, it is naturally a very simple story.