Xu Yingxiu's green pepper fish and potatoes are hard to eat, but Cong's small potato cakes are very good.

In the year when I was in the antique shop in Fubai City, my favorite thing to eat was this potato cake.

"It's been a great year. ”

In the squatter room, Cong Xiaoxiao stood in front of the window and looked at the rain outside the window, and said softly.

From birth to now, she was destined to be a bargaining chip in a trade, and it was a sad time like that.

Li Xiu sat at the table, there was a green lamp on the table, and he was holding a book in his hand, which was the Demon Xinglu.

The collection of books in the Wuliang Temple is not much, it is not as good as listening to the Snow Building, it is not as good as the Sanqi Cliff, but it is unique, many of the unique scriptures of Buddhism are not available elsewhere, among which the demon Xinglu Li Xiu has never read.

"Every year after that will be happy. ”

Li Xiu didn't look up, Fubai City is a small city, the town is quiet enough, but there is no joy and no sorrow and no fluctuations, the past year has been very peaceful, there is always rain to see the rain, no rain to blow the wind, the snow in winter is always better than the sunshine in summer, and the splendid spring is still not as good as the scattered leaves at the end of autumn.

There are only four seasons in a year, and even if you live for countless years, you will end up living with these four seasons.

Fubaicheng is very bland, the antique shops are also bland, and life is even more bland.

Nothing will happen in a dull day, but when you look back after this time, you will find that the dull itself is something worth remembering.

Because in the memory, people will always ignore the unpleasant, so as to make the good even better.

"When will you return to the Tang Kingdom?"

The sound of rain outside the window was very loud, especially at night, the weak night wind blew through the window into the dormitory, making the green light flicker, the shadows in the house flickered back and forth, Cong Xiaoxiao closed the window and walked behind Li Xiu and gently pinched his shoulder, no matter how cold the girl married, she would become much gentler.

Li Xiu thought for a while and said, "In a few years." ”

There are a lot of things going on in the wasteland, and you always have to go through some more before you go back.

"Mr. Chen Luo once said that Su Sheng entered the Five Realms late and doesn't know where he is now. ”

Satoshi said softly.

Li Xiu said: "Mr. Su is determined to walk the world, and now after entering the Five Realms, I am afraid that he will go further, and no one knows where he went." His voice paused, and then he asked curiously, "Why did you suddenly remember him?"

Su Shengwan is a very stubborn person, with a romantic and talented mastery of painting, but at the same time he has the pride of a literati from the bottom of his bones.

It's like he obviously likes Liang Qiu, but he will never admit it.

Cong Xiaoxiao reached out and put his arm around Li Xiu's neck, gently pressed his face against his head, and said softly: "Mr. Su is the best painter in the world, I want to ask him to paint a picture on the day we get married." ”

Li Xiu said: "When you and I return to the Tang Kingdom to get married, Mr. Su will definitely not miss it, but if you want to paint a painting, in fact, my painting skills are not bad." ”

Not only the Tang people, but also the people of the world are proud of being proficient in qin, chess, calligraphy and painting.

That's what life is all about, it's always good to have a little more skills, because you don't know when you'll be able to use them.

Li Xiu's best is naturally chess, followed by the qin, and calligraphy and painting.

But this second is only compared with himself, and it is also superior among the people in the world.

Cong Xiaoxiao straightened up, walked to the window, stood down, raised his hand to open the window, and happily tidied up his hair and clothes, and then stood there quietly, his eyes like crescent moons.

She turned her back to the night rain outside the window, tilted her head slightly to look at Li Xiu, and showed a somewhat playful smile.

It's beautiful.

Li Xiu closed the book and put it aside, then took out the drawing paper and brush, looked up at Cong Xiaoxiao, and did not look away for a long time, until the sound of the rain outside the window gradually became much quieter, and then he picked up the paintbrush and began to sketch.

"Have you finished drawing?"

Cong Xiaoxiao raised his hand and rubbed his somewhat stiff face, and asked out loud.

"Alright. ”

After a few last strokes, Li Xiu put down the brush, Cong Xiao trotted over and looked down at the drawing paper on the table, that was the appearance of this room, not the whole picture, only the window and the wooden walls on both sides, through the window, you can see out of the window, there are a few stars hanging in the dark and bright night sky, you can't see the rain outside, but you can see the rain curtain falling outside the house, Cong Xiaoxiao looked up at the window, and knew that it was the rain flowing from the eaves.

There was a woman standing there before the rain curtain with a smile on her face, she had never been so happy.

"Not bad!"

After staring at the painting for a long time, Cong Xiaoxiao nodded with some satisfaction.

Li Xiu raised his eyebrows: "Not bad?"

Cong Xiaoxiao raised his hand and rubbed his face, correcting, "Very good." ”

Li Xiu nodded with satisfaction: "I rarely paint for people." ”

Cong Xiaoxiao squinted at him, saluted a little playfully, and said happily: "Then I want to thank His Royal Highness the Prince for the painting." ”

Playfulness and coldness are two completely different personalities, but they are not in conflict, especially in the body of Congxiao.

Xiong Fat hung on Li Xiu's waist, and rolled his eyes a little impatiently when he saw this scene, since these two people have been together, they have always been so crooked, for some reason, it makes people angry when they see it.

The rain fell overnight, suppressing the heat of summer and making the next day a lot cooler.

There are a few people standing in front of the gate of the Wuliang Temple.

They are Li Xiu, Liang Xiaodao, Cong Xiaoxiao, No Right and Wrong, Fang Liang, Bu Qu and Chess Demon.

The sun had not yet fully risen, only half of its body was exposed, but the sky was already very bright, making it difficult to feel sleepy.

In addition to being too hot, the days are too long, and people can't help but complain about summer.

Li Xiu walked to the side of Wu Zheng, reached out and took the coffin, and carried it on his back.

Looking back at the inside of the temple, his eyes were always fixed on the stupa, never moving away.

The key to victory this time is whether the stupa can successfully lure the demon.

The door of Wuliang Temple was always open, and there were several monks in the courtyard who cleaned the remnants after the rain, and a lotus flower appeared from the ground, and then countless lotus flowers paved a straight line on the road, and Master Yuan Death walked on the lotus and stood in front of everyone.

Behind him, the light of the Buddha lit up, and there was a hidden Sanskrit sound between the heavens and the earth, and the six monks appeared from the sky, each stepping on a lotus flower floating in the air.

Fang Liang looked up at these six monks, even if he was as arrogant as he was, he couldn't help but show a trace of horror in his eyes at this moment.

The six Venerables of the Wuliang Temple, could it be that they want to go together?

Master Yuan Yuan spread out his palm, in his palm when ** appeared a Buddha seal, the Buddha seal trembled and echoed with the stupa, and then everyone saw the huge stupa rise from the ground and finally turned into a small tower was held on top of his palm.

He raised his hand and lifted them into the air, then set his gaze on the distant sea.

"Let's go!"