Now that he has gone out to eat, Li Canglan doesn't care about tasting this or two more bites, he finished eating the cabbage in the bowl and sandwiched the green eggplant with chopsticks.

Unlike the sweet tooth-losing taste of other vegetables, this eggplant has gone to the other extreme - sour to the point of tooth loss. can add so much vinegar to a plate of eggplant and boil the purple eggplant into green, Li Canglan already has that candidate in his heart.

My senior sister is a jealous expert, and when she eats steamed buns on weekdays, she can't wait to pour a few taels of vinegar. This sour eggplant is also from her hands.

Li Canglan seemed to glance at Lan Ruyin inadvertently, and then turned his head and praised his master: "This eggplant is really delicious." After saying that, he grabbed a few more chopsticks and feasted on them.

Wang Luoxi couldn't help but be happy, looked at Li Canglan's delicious appearance, and said with a smile: "This eggplant is made by Yin'er, I was worried that she added a little too much vinegar." Now it seems that it tastes good. ”

Hearing her mother mention this stubble, Lan Ruyin couldn't help but blush, and said secretly in her heart: "I also said that I added too much vinegar." Your old man fried a cabbage by himself, and he couldn't wait to add half a jar of sugar. ”

Although she complained secretly in her heart, seeing that Li Canglan seemed to really love food, Lan Ruyin couldn't help but feel a little happy in her heart, and smiled sweetly at Li Canglan.

The senior brothers were really deceived by Li Canglan's superb acting skills, and they heard that it was the little junior sister who cooked in person, so they dropped their chopsticks and gave it a try.

Feeling the thick sourness fermenting in their mouths, the senior brothers couldn't help but smile bitterly, this is really the same "wonderful" as the teacher's "sugar fried cabbage". Is this a little extra vinegar? I'm afraid it's more than half a bottle.

Helplessly, everyone barely finished eating the rice in the bowl with the sweet cabbage, sour eggplant, and burnt pig's trotters. With a burst of false admiration from the senior brothers, the dinner finally came to an end.

Since Lan Qinmu said those two witty words at the beginning of the dinner, he has been eating silently on the side, as if he was not interested, and he seemed to be preoccupied.

Wang Luoxi has been married to him for many years, and naturally found that there is something wrong with her husband today, but at this moment, all the apprentices at the dinner table are present, and it is inconvenient for her to ask directly.

After the meal, the senior brother Tang Gong took all the junior brothers to review again, Kunlun Qionghua faction punishes evil and promotes good, and takes the common people as their own responsibility. and specially confirmed that Li Canglan had recited the ancestral teachings clearly, and the group was led by the master Lan Qinmu to the ancestral hall in the backyard.

The senior brothers, along with the new junior disciples, worship the portrait of the patriarch of the mountain, which is a rule that has been handed down since ancient times.

Facing the portrait of the patriarch Xuan Daozi on the wall, the master and apprentice all bow and kneel on the ground, the senior brother who has entered the door kowtows three times, and the new Li Canglan needs to kowtow a full nine times.

It stands to reason that the master can be exempted from this kneeling ceremony in front of his disciples, but today, Lan Qinmu knelt down with several disciples, chanting words at the portrait of the ancestor master, and worshipping was particularly pious.

In front of the master and brother, Li Canglan slowly made a heavy oath dictated by the previous brother before the portrait, not to abuse force, to punish the evil and promote the good, and then slowly inserted the three spices in his hand into the incense burner before the portrait.

Looking at the handsome young man in the portrait wearing a Moqing Taoist robe and holding a Qiushui long sword, Li Canglan felt in a trance in his heart, is this the founding patriarch of the Qionghua faction?

How can you be so young? A trace of warmth came from the jade plaque on his chest, and he felt a natural sense of closeness to this portrait for no reason, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Li Canglan hurriedly shook his head in his heart, leaving this ridiculous idea behind, he was only a few years old, how could he have seen the ancestor of the Kai sect who had become an immortal a hundred years ago?

Out of the ancestral hall, the sky outside has completely darkened, a bright moon hung in the sky, Li Canglan has seen such a big and round moon for the first time in his life.

The five peaks of Kunlun are extremely high, and the main peak is the highest one among them, rising from dry land and towering into the clouds. Standing on the top of the mountain, the bright moon above the head seems to be within reach.

Lanqin Mu didn't seem to have anything to explain, and instead of immediately letting everyone go back to the house to rest, he turned back to the house and took out a rosewood guqin.

The senior brothers suddenly realized that today is the middle of February, and the moon and stars are scarce. On the fifteenth day of the month, the master will play a song on the piano under this month.

The master's piano skills are already superb in the world, and the disciples are naturally willing to accompany them to the extreme, quietly sitting down on the stone chairs in this courtyard, and waiting for the master's wonderful song tonight.

Although Li Canglan had never touched this guqin before and knew little about music theory, he still knew the dragon beard that Wang Qinxuan gave to his master on the way up the mountain that day. The rosewood guqin in the master's hand at the moment, I don't know when, has already installed this dragon whisker as a string.

The blue qin wood set up the guqin, did not say much, sat down, then flicked his fingers, and the melodious sound of the qin floated on the ancient mountain in the near moon. The blue qin wood played it was the ancient score "Guangling Youshen Song" that made him think about it day and night and troubled him for many years.

Long Xuxian really lived up to his name, and the second senior brother Song Shang secretly praised in his heart. In the first half of this "Guangling Wandering God Song", I have also heard the master play many times, but the rhythm has not been once, it is as melodious as today, and the aftersound is lingering, but it is magnificent.

In a trance, it seems that you can see and see, a young man in fresh clothes and angry horses, between the mountains and flowing waters, met a confidant, and the two joined hands to swim in the red dust with a sword.

Everyone listened to the heart, and the gods moved with the rhythm. Li Canglan couldn't help but indulge in the song, he had long forgotten where he was at this time, as if he had also turned into the bamboo sword in the hand of the swordsman, with the beautiful woman as his companion, waving wantonly between the mountains and rivers, invincible in the world, so unhappy.

The blue lyre wood did not stop in his hands, the strings were plucked faster and faster, and the sound of the piano became more and more urgent. At this point, the previous pieces came to an abrupt end due to broken strings.

Today, with this dragon whisker string, everyone is finally fortunate to hear the second half of this "Guangling Wandering God Song", and the blue qin wood can also be saved in one fell swoop, but the long-cherished wish of his life.

It's just that the score in the second half of the original section is completely different from the chic and comfortable in the first half. The style of the song changed in an instant, and then turned into endless slaughter and solemnity, revealing sadness, despair and endless anger.

The picture in everyone's minds also changed from the green mountains and green waters, light boats and bamboo rafts in an instant, to a sea of corpses and blood, and bright red with stumps everywhere.

The sound of the piano suddenly stopped, not that the ancient song was over here.

It was really because the performer Lan Qinmu was too moved by this music, and he was immersed in the tune, and he couldn't help but think of the tragic situation of the villages he visited during the day today.

It's still too late for me to come after all, and those villages can be taken seriously, turning into a human purgatory like a tune, full of corpses!