In the early morning, the sun is faintly visible, and the rooster's crowing becomes a "swish" sound, probably because the noisy sound of the people in the city is earlier than it, and the chicken "sound" has lost its meaning, and returns to the nest to sigh, and greets this kind of "chicken" day after day.

Yun Jiang has been open for more than two months, and there are already some regular customers. A month ago, the weather was already getting cooler and winter was about to begin. Shu is rich, and everyone on the street has changed into thick clothes.

A sturdy middle-aged man in a single coat walked into Yun Sauce, Motoda had actually been here when the store first opened, and had tasted the hot sauce sold in the store, when he sighed and left, it was a month later when he came back.

Because it was still early, there were no guests in the store, only Chu Sleeve was sitting in the store fiddling with a few small clay pots, and when he saw a guest coming, he smiled and nodded, and did not say anything to entertain.

Yuan Tian's body trembled a little, I don't know if it was because of the cold or what, and he was a little trembling when he spoke, "The shopkeeper, whose name is Yuan Tian, is actually a reluctant request from the shopkeeper, can you take a step to speak." Glancing at Chu Sleeve as he spoke, his somewhat hesitant heart calmed down.

"This guest inside please. After listening to the reluctant invitation, he didn't even say a word, and the person he brought in, Motoda, was really the first time to see it, and followed him into the inner room like a child who had done something wrong. Halfway through, I heard what looked like a conversation between two children:

"Little lamb, what are we going to eat today?"

"We're here to read, not to eat. ”

"Got it, got it, what are we going to eat?"

"We've eaten almost all of us in the west of the city this month, so let's go to the city today. ”

"Okay, okay. ”

After the two finished speaking, Chu Sleeve and Yuan Tian also walked to the door of the inner room, the door was open, obviously the two children didn't know the reason to close the door when discussing bad things.

Yang Xiaoyang was just about to lead Xiao Di out, but he happened to run into Chu Sleeve, glanced at Yuan Tian behind Chu Sleeve, and felt weak and didn't dare to speak for a while.

But Xiao Di didn't do anything bad, "Mother, Xiao Yang and I are going to go to the city to eat delicious food, and we will definitely bring it to my mother when we come back." Feeling a nod on his back, he added, "Oh, I'm going to read and write, and I'm going to eat delicious food by the way." Yang Xiaoyang raised his eyebrows and smiled bitterly.

In fact, what Xiao Di said is really right, the two of them went out to taste the delicacies and really did not forget the task of literacy, although they did not know a few words on the three-character scripture this month, most of the surnames of these hundred families were recognized, what Zhao's roast chicken, Qian Ji baked cakes and the like can be recognized as soon as they see it on the street.

Yang Xiaoyang has not changed much in such a life, Xiao Di's yellowish hair has become black in the past two months, and her emaciated cheeks have become rounded, and it is estimated that she will soon remove the word run, and her face will become white.

Chu Sleeve knew the temperament of the two of them, and said that he would take the silver two and leave it alone. Chu Sleeve never made a fuss about Yang Xiaoyang's money, and gave enough silver taels every time, and although Yang Xiaoyang said that he always brought a lot of silver taels on his body, he never spent it indiscriminately, and never asked for extravagant enjoyment, probably because he was used to being simple.

Before the two left, they asked the two of them to go to the cabinet to get a letter and give it to Uncle Xu, Yang Xiaoyang answered and took Xiao Di's hand and left.

After the two left, Chu Sleeve pulled a chair and sat down, and beckoned Yuan Tian to sit down. Who knew that this Yuan Tian knelt down with a thud, his head hanging to the ground, "Please give me the method of making sauce!"

Chu Sleeve stood up quietly, staggered a step, and said softly, "Why do you want my sauce making method?"

Yuantian's shoulders seemed to be a little lower, "Our family of more than ten generations of farmers, relying on the land to eat, a few years ago outside the war, our family made a little money by selling grain, my lady gave birth to a girl, named Yuan Yuanyuan, I hope to be reunited and live a good life together." After two months, my mother wanted to pick herbs for Yuanyuan to go up the mountain to replenish her body, but she never returned, and my father finally fell ill because of excessive grief and was in a coma for a long time. I had many doctors who couldn't cure me, but one day my father suddenly woke up and muttered sauce, sauce, sauce...... I remembered that my father loved to eat my mother's hot sauce, so I went to various stores to buy hot sauce and came back, and every time I brought the hot sauce to the bedside, my father would wake up, but he would say that it was not right, and he would faint again. Not long ago, I realized that my mother was from southern Xinjiang, and I heard that my wife was also from southern Xinjiang......" said this Yuan Tian was speechless, and his body trembled slightly on the ground.

"I heard that my husband used to talk like a scholar, but so?"

"I can't be called a gentleman, but I had some extra money in the family before, so I found an old gentleman for Yuanyuan to teach her to read words and sentences, and I listened to it for a while. It's just that there is no money at home now, so I didn't let Yuanyuan go to the old man's house. ”

"No wonder Mr. said a lot of things at the beginning. ”

Yuan Tian smiled bitterly, knowing that Chu Sleeve did not mean to be sarcastic and ridiculed, so his mood calmed down a lot, "Please give me the method of making sauce, because the family has almost no money, I have to be a cow and a horse in this life to repay this favor." ”

"Well, that's a bit level, let's get up first. It's just to teach you to make a hot sauce, and it's not a unique study in the world, just teach you, and you won't be a cow or a horse, but I have a condition. ”

Yuan Tian was overjoyed when he heard this, but he was a little worried, for fear that it would be an unacceptable condition, so he raised his upper body slightly, and said, "Madam, please speak." ”

"Let my family Xiaodi and Yuanyuan go to the old gentleman's house to study together, you have seen my two unreliable children before, someone has to discipline and discipline, I will pay for the tuition, Mr. rest assured." ”

Yuan Tian was silent, ignored the title of Mr., got up and bowed again, and Chu Sleeve returned the salute.

......

At this time, Yang Xiaoyang and Xiaodi were listening to the story in a teahouse in the city, but they didn't know that their happy days were coming to an end, and they were smiling and sipping melon seeds.

In fact, it was Yang Xiaoyang who was peeling melon seeds, putting all the melon seeds in a small dish, Xiaodi listened to the story and listened to it fascinated, and occasionally came back to his senses and grabbed one and pinched it into his mouth, chewing slowly, as if he was tasting some peerless delicacy.

The storyteller is not talking about the popular story of General Yang's rebellion against the Eight Kings, but the story of the sword immortal on Shu Mountain in Shuzhong.

"It is said that six hundred years ago, late one night, a bright light suddenly lit up on the Nashu Mountain in Sichuan, and the moon was intertwined. This light woke up many people in their dreams, and the fathers and villagers came out of their homes one after another, pointing at the bright light in the sky. Some say that the immortals descended to earth, and some say that the mortals provoked the wrath of the heavens, and for a while there were different opinions. Suddenly, I don't know who said someone, the villagers wondered, what kind of people, where are people, aren't they all people? and suddenly realized something, and looked at the pillar of light, there was indeed a figure in the pillar of light, and the eyes were good and you could see that person holding a sword, but the sword was waved by that person and disappeared, and then the figure also rose to the sky and disappeared, so do you know why?" the storyteller shook his head, and then picked up the teapot next to him and took a sip.

"Captured by a youkai from the sky!"

"Fell and died!"

For a moment there were different opinions, but the storyteller just shook his head and laughed without saying a word. Some of the tea guests understood, and threw a few copper coins into the bowl in front of the storyteller. The storyteller arched his hand and smiled before continuing, "Do you know what cultivation is?"

The tea guests didn't understand what cultivation was, and they didn't understand what this question was for, so they shook their heads one after another.

The storyteller sighed, "Cultivating the Tao is to transform the spirit of heaven and earth into one's own body, and to solve the righteousness of the world and cultivate the soul of the gods, so that you can seek immortality and ascend to the Tao." ”

The tea guests didn't understand the front, and only understood the last two words, "Did the person on Shu Mountain soar?"

"Our Taoist priests in Shushan are a little different from ordinary Taoist priests, ordinary Taoist priests are self-cultivation, while Taoist priests in Shushan are preaching the Tao by sword. They practiced using the sword as a substitute for the body on weekdays, and when they finally preached the Tao, they melted the sword into their bodies, so in the end, the Taoist priest waved his sword and disappeared. ”

There was an exclamation from the audience, and a wealthy tea guest threw a lot of money into the bowl, and the storyteller picked up the bowl and arched his hand and left.

In the end, Yang Xiaoyang didn't know how the storyteller left, so he asked Xiao Er for a paper bag, put the melon seeds in it, and led Xiao Di away.

......

Shu Mountain, Pingyun Peak.

It is said that it is Pingyun, in fact, it is a small peak that is not high, there is a bamboo building on the small peak, there is an old man sitting in the bamboo building, the old man sits cross-legged on the bed, a sword-shaped hairpin is pinned on his head, a gray sword is horizontal on his knee, and he can vaguely see that the sword is engraved with a simple "Bu" word.

The old man's closed eyes slowly opened, and there was a cloudiness in his eyes that ordinary Taoist priests did not have, and he sighed softly.