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Although he has returned to his residence these days, Li Yunsheng has spent most of his time in the study building.

Every morning, Li Yunsheng will get up and steam steamed steamed buns, in order to make his body better faster, he will cut meat every time and add some flour to the ordinary flour, I don't know if it's because of the distress of the fairy grain, this was originally a very ordinary steamed bun Li Yunsheng made extremely carefully, the fermentation time is good, the kneading strength is good, and even the wood used to steam the steamed buns at the end has to be carefully selected, and the heat is naturally needless to say.

"This steamed bun and cultivation don't seem to be much different. ”

Li Yunsheng, who was sitting under the old locust tree with a sip of tea and a sip of steamed buns, muttered to himself.

"Speaking of which, why did this old locust tree disappear overnight?"

I haven't seen it at the senior brother's house before, and I haven't paid much attention to it in the past few days, but I always feel that something is missing at the door, and today I suddenly found that the flowers of the old locust tree that can bloom in the cold winter are actually withered when spring comes.

Li Yunsheng may not know that the day when the flowers on the old locust tree withered was the time when he broke through the realm on the night of the sting.

"Go back and ask Master. ”

Clapping his hands and shaking off the crumbs of the steamed buns on his body, Li Yunsheng wrapped the remaining steamed buns in a clean cloth, and went down the mountain to the study building.

The road from the back mountain to the study building is very familiar to Li Yunsheng.

However, looking at the scenery of this mountain road in spring, it is very different from autumn and winter, the scenery of autumn water in spring and mountains is like the ink painting of famous artists, and the clouds and mist in the mountains are as if they have spirituality, gathering and scattering, and sometimes they will "deliberately" block a path up the mountain.

Looking up from the foot of the mountain, it is both awe-inspiring and fascinating.

Li Yunsheng looked at the scenery all the way, walked to the foot of Guangling Peak where the study building is located, and was about to go up the mountain, but saw a child dressed in white and carved like pink and jade standing there bored.

However, Li Yunsheng stared at the child, and the child immediately glared back with a vigilant and vicious expression.

"Goo......

It's just that his fierce expression, which seems to be like a god, was immediately ruined by the sound of his stomach screaming.

I don't know where the child came from, Li Yunsheng only thought it was interesting, so he took out a steamed bun and handed it to him.

Although the child looked embarrassed, he still turned his head proudly and did not pick up the steamed buns handed to him by Li Yunsheng.

"It was delicious. ”

Li Yunsheng tore open a piece of steamed bread, and a faint aroma unique to rice grains came out with a stream of heat. Because a Juyan charm is pasted on the wrapped steamed bread cloth, the steamed bread inside is still steaming steamed bread.

As he spoke, Li Yunsheng handed the steamed bun to the kid again.

He is a hungry person, so naturally he will not be angry with a hungry child.

Under the temptation of the aroma of steamed buns, the child just hesitated, and then reached out and snatched the steamed buns from Li Yunsheng's hand.

Li Yunsheng smiled and didn't speak, turned his head and walked directly to the mountain.

Not long after Li Yunsheng left, an old man with white hair and pockmarked face walked out of the woods, holding on to his pants as he walked this way.

Looking at his appearance, the little boy's face turned red and said:

"Why are you so old, you are not ashamed!"

The old man smiled and said:

"People have three urgencies, what is there to be ashamed of. ”

Giving him a blank look, the child turned his head, took a bite of steamed buns, and complained:

"What's so fun about this autumn water except for the mountain is the mountain, you want to pull me over, and you have to walk with your feet when you go up the mountain!"

"You know what? It's autumn water!"

The old man slapped the child on the head.

"What's wrong with Qiushui? We're Kun...... Ahh

The child touched his head and glared at the old man fiercely, but before he finished speaking, the old man slapped his head fiercely.

"Who gave this steamed bun?"

The old man acted as if nothing had happened, ignoring the grievances on the child's face, but was extremely curious about the steamed buns in his hand.

"Don't worry about it!"

The child hid the leftover steamed buns in his arms, skimmed his head and walked up the mountain.

"Ahh

The little boy only walked a few steps when he found that the steamed bun in his arms was missing, and he couldn't help screaming.

"Delicious!"

The pock-faced old man's cry to the little boy was completely in his ears, and he tore half of the steamed bun and put it in his mouth, and suddenly exclaimed in high spirits.

"Give it back!"

At this time, the little boy had already walked over, snatched the old man's remaining steamed buns with tears in his eyes, and turned his head angrily to ignore the pockmarked old man.

"You haven't bought me food for days, and you're robbing me. ”

The little boy said with a look of grievance.

"It's really useless, crying like this for something to eat. ”

The pock-faced old man said with disdain.

"I'm going home, go home and tell my grandmother that you beat me and won't give me food!"

When the little boy heard this, he immediately turned his head and walked down the mountain.

This time, the pock-faced old man was in a hurry, stopped the little boy, licked his face and said with a smile: "Don't don't, Che'er, you have something to say." ”

"I want to go home, why don't you let me go home, I don't even know what to do in this autumn water!"

The little boy cried.

"Ugh..."

The pock-faced old man sighed and said, "You're home, who will help your grandfather collect the body?"

"Collecting corpses?"

Hearing this, the little boy immediately stopped crying and looked at the old man blankly.

"Yes, your grandfather and I may die today. ”

As he spoke, he stood up with his hands behind his back.

And in his mouth, I don't know when he stuffed half a steamed bun!

"Stinky old man, I knew you were lying to me again!"

The little boy shouted again.

...

Just when the two grandchildren were arguing about going up the mountain, Li Yunsheng had already arrived at the study building, greeted Mr. Big, and then sat down in a corner on the second floor.

In the eyes of a group of astonished people, he put more than a dozen jade slips on the table, which were all books to read today.

He took a deep breath, then picked up a jade slip, knocked the ring on it, and immediately closed his eyes and looked at the books in the jade slip with relish.

It's like entering another world entirely.

In a side room of the study building, Mr. Big looked at his tea bowl intently, and saw that in the white porcelain tea bowl, two tea leaves stood straight in the center of the tea.

"It seems," Mr. Big smiled and continued, "There's a guest today." ”

Before he finished speaking, an inexplicable gust of wind suddenly blew into the study building.

"Looks like we're still old friends!"

Mr. Big's face sank.