By the end of the day, the pastries and tea on the table were almost finished.

Li Ping'an invited a few people to stay for dinner, and the old cow put on an apron and sharpened his knife.

A table of dishes, simple and unpretentious.

Four dishes, soybean roasted pig's trotters, garlic roasted eel, cold salad belly strips, cold salad pork ears.

The staple food is flatbread and rice.

That night, Wushan Zhenren and Lin Xiao left the small pavilion and went back to the palace.

Because I drank a lot of wine, my face was rosy.

"No matter how many times my husband cooks, I won't get tired of eating." Lin Xiao touched his stomach and said with emotion, "I feel that the cooks in the palace are not as good as Mr. ”

Wushan is truly humane: "Back to basics, the road is simple."

Characters like Mr. Li no longer pursue any rare treasures, and Langya is full of eyes.

Instead, he treats himself as an ordinary person in the purest form, pursuing the meaning of pure innocence.

It's just ordinary cooking, and it's the same, it's everywhere!! ”

Today's first sight made Kiriyama very satisfied.

If you think about it, if your husband's house is full of rare treasures, the things you use and see are priceless and rare in the world.

Then Kiriyama will not be surprised.

But what he saw was something so ordinary that it couldn't be more ordinary, and what he saw was a casual person, not a mysterious and advanced monk.

Know how to make trade-offs and not be trapped by the mortal dust.

Back to the roots, back to nature.

This is the most perfect state of purity, non-action, and the unity of heaven and man according to Taoists.

Wushan Zhenren waved his sleeves, but he didn't know what kind of realm this Mr. Li had reached.

But when I saw it today, I seemed to have solved a lot of confusion for myself.

.............

There was no candle in the house, and the last candle flame was blown out by Li Ping'an.

It's a waste of money saved, in fact, whether there is a candle flame or not is the same for him.

But I still insist on using this thing, and life needs some sense of ritual.

A sense of ritual is all about making a certain day different from other days, and making a certain moment different from others.

Li Ping'an pushed open the window and let the moonlight shine in with the breeze.

Holding a hexagram book lent to him by Miaoshan Zhenren today, there is also a cup of hot tea next to it, and he has to take a sip from time to time.

Fortune-telling, eating talent.

Those who have Tai Chi noble stars are born with integrity and dedication, and they are blessed and long-lived.

Smart and studious, especially spiritual.

Moreover, the study of hexagrams must have a diligent and solid mind, and cannot be ambitious.

Have a compassionate heart.

The heart should be good, and those who are not good will be harmful.

Li Ping'an has all these points.

[Personality: Single-mindedness]

[Personality: Diligence can make up for clumsiness]

With the blessing of the two types of life, Li Ping'an can get twice the result with half the effort no matter what he learns.

Every time the hexagram is started, at the moment when the result of the hexagram appears.

Li Ping'an could feel that the vitality in his body was a little less, which seemed to be the cost of communicating with heaven and earth.

At the beginning, Li Ping'an could only count some trivial things.

By the winter of the following year, certain people and certain things can be counted.

It's just that the more complicated the matter is, the higher the cultivation of the person counted, and the more vitality will be consumed.

At the same time this is linked to causal relationships such as distance, relationship, weather, etc.........

This year, the capital city of Daxia was full of snow.

Li Ping'an pinched his fingers and wondered when the bun shop would open today.

I was able to grab the steaming buns that had just come out of the pot for the first time.

Hey, Lao Zhang, who sells steamed buns today, is sick? It looks like it's not going to be able to open.

Li Ping'an frowned, he knew where the old Zhang family lived, not far from the attic.

Soon, he and Lao Niu arrived at Lao Zhang's house.

Lao Zhang was lying on the bed, estimating that it was raining a few days ago and suffering from a cold wind.

"Dad, let's rest at home today."

It was Lao Zhang's son, Xiao Zhang, who spoke.

I can't rest today, yesterday Li Ping'an chose fritters and soy milk between fried dough sticks and steamed buns.

It's been arranged a long time ago, and today I'm going to eat steamed buns.

The ice skate hanging on the eaves dripped, and Li Ping'an stretched out his index finger to catch it.

Flick your fingers lightly.

"Huh~"

The water droplets silently crossed an arc and fell on Lao Zhang through the doors and windows.

Lao Zhang suddenly hit a spirit.

"Sneeze!!"

After sneezing a few times in a row, Lao Zhang suddenly felt much better.

Obviously, I felt dizzy just now, but now I suddenly feel much more comfortable.

"Baby, how do I feel better."

"Dad, you can rest and rest."

Xiao Zhang didn't believe that his father's illness would be cured if he said it would be cured.

"I really think it's good." Lao Zhang felt refreshed.

At this time, Li Ping'an, who was squatting outside the window, wrapped his hands around.

Xin said: "That's right, not only are you much better, but you don't think you will get any more diseases in the next few years."

So, whether the buns can be made today or not. ”

After waiting for a while, the father and son in the room were still discussing.

One tries to convince his son that his illness has been cured.

One comforted his father and quickly lay down to rest.

Li Ping'an's fingers drew boringly on a thin layer of snow.

The old cow pressed a mark with his hooves, which was very good-looking.

So....... Are you going to make buns today?

One man and one cow waited boredly.

What boring cultivator in the world would squat on someone's wall in order to wait for a breakfast?

Li Ping'an and Lao Niu may be the scorpion baba - the only one.

Maybe I'll make buns today, or maybe I won't.

God doesn't know until the results come out.

Li Ping'an named it: "Schrödinger's bun~"

In the end, it was almost noon, and I finally decided not to sell steamed buns today.

Xiao Zhang muttered that his father had worked hard all day and had to be strong even if he was sick, and he was ready to go out to buy some things.

"Huh?"

He suddenly noticed the marks on the snow outside the window, but he didn't care.

..............

didn't eat steamed buns, Li Ping'an and Lao Niu casually drank a bowl of hot and sour soup.

Hot and sour soup is extremely spicy.

"Moo~"

The old cow suddenly remembered the leap soil, and the leap soil was very fond of spicy food.

I don't know what it's doing now, but the old cow suddenly misses this little brother a little.

Li Ping'an took the chopsticks as a bamboo skewer and prepared to do the math.

Zhongzhou Dasui, Shu Mountain, Tongtian Peak.

Dressed in a robe, Runtu sat on the top of the main peak, looking at the horizon in the distance.

After so many years, it is no longer a little leap earth wallowing on the grass and chasing butterflies.

Instead, he became the admirable senior brother of Tongtian Peak.

"Second senior brother, a disciple came to report that the person we sent to negotiate came back, and he was beaten."

"Punched? Did you mention me? ”

"Uh...."

"Say!"

The disciple hesitated, "...... Originally, I wasn't beaten, but because I mentioned you, senior brother, I was beaten. ”

"Ride neck - the bear is on the head, it's too deceitful!!"

.......

(I'm coming to work today, niCe, the intern knows how to dress)

(My decision was too wise)