Another late autumn, the evening breeze blew through Qixia Town, swept through the maple leaf forest that spread from the mountainside of Jiulong Mountain to the top of the mountain, and raised the pensive Qingchen hair on the blood-red boulder on the edge of the cliff on the peak, and blew into the distance with a whistling sound like a ghost crying.

Although it is inevitable that there is a slight coldness, sometimes it even makes his body tremble.

But he still sat cross-legged on the blood-red boulder at the top of the mountain, not meditating, but holding his chin with one hand, and in the afterglow of the setting sun, let his thoughts blow out of the mountain with the cold wind of late autumn, blowing to the bigger, better, and more wonderful distance that he occasionally listened to his father's mouth but could never witness.

Actually, Qingchen was very angry at the moment.

On the one hand, he was angry with his father, since he told himself that the world outside the mountain was so wonderful, why did he keep his mouth shut when he was interested in asking for details? Even the mother who usually loves him the most sighed, and the eyes that looked at him clearly had something to say but didn't say it, which made people confused and angry.

On the other hand, I am angry about why I am so attracted to the outside world. Why can't I let go of wanting to know and even take a look?

Qingchen didn't know that at this moment, he was no longer the self-proclaimed chivalrous and straightforward chivalrous man, but more like a sentimental and taciturn scholar.

Qingchen has always dreamed of becoming a knight, even though he already has the strength.

But in fact, he was still just a scholar.

As long as he studied carefully to understand things, his father and mother were indifferent to his martial arts, and even stipulated that martial arts could only be practiced in the free time after studying, and he could not practice martial arts, but he could not stop studying.

This made Qingchen very puzzled!

After all, as the only successor of the martial arts family, Qingchen's talent for practicing martial arts is extremely high, and he is known as a rare occurrence in a thousand years, but no matter how talented he is, his father and mother just won't let him practice martial arts!

Since that beating, his father's attitude has become a heart disease for Qingchen.

So, every autumn, Qingchen likes to sit on the top of Jiulong Mountain on the blood-red boulder to blow the biting cold wind of late autumn. On the one hand, think about the unreasonableness of your parents' arrangements for you. On the one hand, let's recall the violent beating in late autumn.

Of course, there is also Zhang Yan's sister's "Xiaolin Guangji".

Now Qingchen is sixteen years old, but looking at the tightly knit brows and looking into the distance with a touch of sadness, loneliness and confusion, you know that Qingchen must not have forgotten the violent beating three years ago. And it seems that there are new injuries on his body, probably because he was beaten up in a gambling fight with Qing Tianjun again.

This goes back to three days ago.

Qing Tianjun was drunk for some reason, but he seemed to be quite happy, and pulled Qing Chen to say a lot of things.

Shang Qingrou was making tea on the side, and the scene was very warm for a while.

It was also this time that Qing Tianjun mentioned the outside of the mountain for the first time, and mentioned the bizarre world where people can fly in the sky.

Qing Chen was fascinated by what he heard, and he couldn't help but think about it, and he didn't even pay attention to the details that Shang Qingrou stopped Qing Tianjun from continuing to talk.

When he came back to his senses, Qing Tianjun had already rested, and asked Shang Qingrou, only to get the answer "That's the fairy story that your father told nonsense".

Qing Chen thought about waiting for Qing Tianjun to wake up and then ask, but he didn't want to wait for another violent beating.

It's not that Qing Tianjun has violent tendencies, but if Qing Tianjun doesn't beat Qing Chen, Qing Chen will always be pestering and asking.

In Shang Qingrou's view, it is not enough to cover up the past.

Qingchen was very dissatisfied with his father's concealment, but he had no choice but to come to this "secret garden in my heart" to heal.

However, with the angry howl of the cold wind, Qing Chen became more and more uncontrollable to yearn for the "fairy story" that Qing Tianjun said, and his intuition told him that his father's words were not lying.

Can't help but stand up, Qingchen shouted loudly to the empty valley in the distance: "I must go to the fairy world outside the mountain to have a look!"

"I must become a real hero in the Taoist scriptures!"

But I didn't want to, as soon as the words fell, there was a sudden thunder in the air, as if in response to Qingchen's vow, and as if he was angrily shouting Qingchen's ignorance of the height of the sky, in short, it was the thousand-year-old tree that served as a canopy next to the boulder, and at the moment of splitting the ancient tree, a white light flew towards Qingchen's eyebrows, and he didn't see it.

Qingchen, who was frightened, didn't have time to check what discomfort there was in his body, so he took a leap of conditioned reflex, turned seven hundred and twenty degrees in the air, landed perfectly and freely, and then ran towards the foot of the mountain.

Unexpectedly, he collided head-on with a huge ball of meat.

Although Qing Chen was thin, he was an innate realm martial artist, so he naturally continued to gallop without any major problems.

And the huge ball of meat was thrown out when it came, and before it could land in mid-air, it was caught by Qingchen.

With a series of groaning sounds, the two of them disappeared to the top of the mountain, and when they appeared at the foot of the mountain, they were all sweating profusely.

Qingchen bent down, put his hands on his knees, and gasped for air, completely ignoring the elegant image of a white robe.

The fat meat ball was even more unbearable, and he sat completely on the ground, and he didn't forget to wail: "Boss, what's wrong with you? When I came to look for you, I heard a thunderbolt, were you struck by thunder?"

After saying that, the fat meat ball said to himself, "It's not right, you're not injured, so who was struck by thunder?"

Fat Meat Ball's name is Liu Chengzhi, the only son of the richest man in Qixia Town, he has not learned and learned since he was a child, he knows how to eat, and he is Qingchen's small and dead friend.

Because it is always eating during meal time and non-meal time, and the stomach is full of food, it is nicknamed the fat meat ball.

Considering his self-esteem, Qingchen gave him the nickname Fat Man.

In the words of the fat man, the reason why he is like this is the result of the boss's dedication to the chef's career, if it weren't for the boss's preference for good food, he would never have been upgraded from a little fat man to a full-level fat man.

Hearing the fat wail, Qingchen didn't stand up, but his breathing gradually returned to normal, and he looked extremely calm on the surface, as if he was concentrating on something.

When Fat Man saw this scene, he couldn't help but admire, and thought at the moment, "The boss is the boss, not only talented, but also in danger, I want to learn from him." ”

He sat quietly aside, no longer bothered, and took out a braised chicken from the package with his right hand and nibbled on it.

Qingchen couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw the chubby movement in the corner of his eyes, but the embarrassment in his heart couldn't be relieved for a while, after all, he was a scholar, and he couldn't afford to take it and put it down like Fat Man.

"I really shouldn't always boast of the image of Mount Tai collapsed in front of the fat man and was moody!" Qingchen's composure on the surface could not completely replace the chaos in his heart, "Now that he is so embarrassed, this damages the image of tall, big, and superior that he has created on weekdays, how should he justify himself? ”

"But the fat man can see clearly, I have to make up a story, what to make up? Always bent over like this, it's really tiring, but straighten up, what do you want to say?"

Seeing that Fat Man was about to finish eating a whole braised chicken, Qingchen had to stand up, and after straightening his clothes, he said in a sonorous voice: "Just now I was experimenting with a new type of weapon, called a thunderbolt, there was a little accident, and the thunder you heard was the sound of the thunderbolt explosion." ”

"No, I've never seen you make weapons. Fat Man asked suspiciously, "Do you have time to make weapons? Uncles and aunts don't force you to study?"

"Books still have to be read, how can young people not read?" Qing Chen said seriously, "You also have to read." The book says: Time is like water in a sponge, squeeze it, there will always be. I happened to be interested in making a new weapon lately, so I squeezed it to try it out. ”

"It was extremely powerful, but unfortunately it was difficult to control, and in the end it failed. ”

After Qingchen finished speaking, he couldn't help but sigh and shook his head, and glanced at the fat man from the corner of his eye.

Seeing that Fat Man had such a regretful expression, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as he was about to become as calm and breezy as usual, he saw Fatman's face of disbelief and shouted sharply: "You said that this is the most important place for you, but now you are testing explosive weapons here, there must be a conspiracy! Boss, I don't read much, don't lie to me." Is there something good you don't want me to know?"

"And you've been running here so many times lately that you don't have time to cook food for me. ”

Qingchen was stunned for a moment, as if he couldn't figure out how Fat Man suddenly became smarter, and he was speechless for a while.

But when he saw the fat eyes that were not so sharp but still straight in the flesh, especially with the familiar confusion and expectation in them, Qingchen knew that this question had to be answered well.

Clearing his throat and recalling his favorite delicacy, Qing said seductively: "Do you know how to eat the most delicious elk meat? Do you know the secret recipe for roasting my pheasant? Do you know how to eat donkey meat to taste the best?"

Before Qingchen could finish speaking, Fat Man had already swallowed three mouthfuls of saliva and forcibly interrupted: "I don't know, but you will do it, let's go eat it now! When you went down the mountain just now, you hit me and pinched me, and you must compensate me." ”

Hearing this, Qing Chen couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, revealing an evil smile that had succeeded in his conspiracy, and hurriedly said, "Okay." Let's go. Today, in order to compensate you, I will catch a few more pheasants and give you a whole chicken feast. Let's go home when we're full. ”

"Yay......", in the fat cheers, the two quickly disappeared into the woods at the foot of the mountain.

In a short time, the two of them each came out of the woods with seven or eight pheasants in their hands.

When I arrived at the stream, I cleaned up, collected firewood in the morning, set up a fire, and barbecued.

Speaking of which, food is one of Qingchen's great hobbies, or Qingchen's love of food has reached a crazy level.

At first, I just liked to eat, then I liked to cook, and then I liked to create food and secret recipes.

And I never like duplicates, and the taste is ever-changing.

He even vowed to create the most delicious food in the world.

During this period, the most benefited is naturally fat.

So when Qingchen tempts Fat Man with delicious food, Fat Man will be so easy and happy to be fooled.

After a feast, the two lay down on the grass and chatted.

At this time, Qingchen remembered that Fat Man had come to find him, so he asked the reason.

Unexpectedly, when Fat Man heard this, he gritted his teeth and smashed his fist into the dirt.