"You're here?" Nobuya sat in a rocking chair in the back kitchen, his eyes closed and enjoying the sun. The horrible scab on his right cheek seemed to tell the story of the night's danger.

Shanfeng nodded, and walked between the stoves, his hands touching this and that. Shanfeng came to Shaolin Temple for four years, entered the temple at the age of sixteen, and is now 20 years old. Not counting the more than a year of coma, most of the rest of the time is spent in this Shaolin kitchen. Shanfeng looked at those big stoves and smiled in his heart, thinking of many, many memories.

"Body fragrance says you're awake and can move. "Body incense is the name of the monk who said he didn't eat coriander, Wang Jinze. "I thought you were a natural martial arts prodigy, but it seems that I was wrong. ”

"If you really can't move for the rest of your life, will you hate me?"

Shanfeng walked over to the oversized tank and sat down. As for the question of Shinku, there is no need to answer it, because the mountain peak is already standing here, and there is no if. The answer has long been in the hearts of the two people, and Xinkong just wanted to pass this level by asking it.

"All my life, I've been making mistakes. As a monk, fell in love with a woman. Breaking the color ring is a betrayal of the Shaolin Temple, and it is unscrupulous. For that woman, I did not take responsibility for failing her, it was for infidelity. For Xin Yuan, I failed to find out in time that he had escaped into the demons in my heart, and I failed to pull him back, because it was unjust. For you, I secretly taught you the Yi Jin Sutra, and used you as a weapon against Xinyuan, so that your muscles and veins were cut off, and you could no longer practice martial arts in this life, which was unkind. ”

Xinkong opened his eyes, looked directly at the mountain peak, his eyes were blazing, and asked: "Are you disappointed that I am such a disloyal, unkind, and unrighteous person." ”

After listening to the mountain peak described by Xinkong, he jumped off the water tank, knelt down and kowtowed, and shouted two words: "Master." ”

As soon as these two words came out, Xinkong burst into tears. Got up from the recliner and bowed deeply to the kneeling peak, "I'm sorry I couldn't teach you more." ”

The kneeling mountain peak looked up at Shinkong and smiled, "Enough." Shaolin is still that Shaolin, that's enough. After saying that, he got up from the ground and told Shinku of his intentions.

After hearing this, Xinkong nodded, instructed him to be careful on the mountain road and left the back kitchen. Shan Feng continued to wander around the back kitchen, returning to the small firewood room where he and the sports were two.

The small firewood house has not changed much, it is exactly the same as when he lived at that time. It's been more than a year, and there are no cobwebs or dust. Xin Yuan is still the only one living here in the back kitchen, and the person who cleans it is naturally Xin Yuan.

Removing the pillow, the books that had been hidden underneath were still there, and there was a relatively new piece of yellow paper on the books. Shanfeng picked up the paper and couldn't help but laugh when he saw the words on it.

This is naturally a note left by sports to the mountain, and the note reads: I know you will definitely see it, I just want to say that the poems you wrote are really rotten.

"Stinky boy, are you so sure I'm going to wake up and move?" Shan Feng shook his head, still smiling.

"Yes, because I believe, just as you believe in me. If sports were here, it would have answered. Putting down the note, Shanfeng came out of the firewood room and returned to the back kitchen, saw the pointed bottom wooden barrels made by sports piled at the foot of the wall, turned over them, and found a note from inside. Then under the big tree that usually practices martial arts, on the roof of the firewood house, under the iron gate of Muren Lane and other places have found notes, although some of the notes have been damaged by the wind and rain, and the handwriting has been blurred and cannot be seen clearly, but the peaks are still found one by one.

The notes were full of sports jokes, mostly in the face of some bad things that damaged the past peaks.

After reading the notes, Yamato started to light a fire, threw those notes into the fire, and Yamato began to cook. Although he has been lying in bed for more than a year, the matter of cooking has been engraved into Shanfeng's body, and the moment he picked up the knife, his body has recalled everything.

Shred, chop bones, slice meat, put into a pot, stir-fry, and put on a plate. A series of actions, the mountain peaks are getting faster and faster, and the more they are cooked, and in a short time, four dishes and one soup have been cooked. Four dishes and one soup is the standard for the kitchen trio to eat together infrequently, although the sports are down the mountain and he is leaving, he wants to cook it one last time. After placing a small table on the edge of the rocking chair in Xinkong, after placing the dishes, Shanfeng left the back kitchen to find Guo Xiang after only putting a pair of dishes and chopsticks.

Near dinnertime, Shinkong, who stepped into the back kitchen, was stunned when he saw the small table next to the rocking chair, and then sat down on the rocking chair and began to eat. The vegetable soup was already cold, but Nobuya still ate it with relish, as if the vegetable soup was fresh out of the pot.

"Ha, Shanfeng, your craftsmanship has regressed, it's a little salty. Looking at the bottom-out basin in front of him, Shinku reached out to wipe the tears from his face.

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At the same time, Guo Xiang and Shanfeng went down the mountain and returned to the hut by the tomato field, and as soon as they entered the door, they found Ouyang Xue sitting at the table with her chin propped up.

"Master?" As soon as Guo Xiang spoke, Ouyang Xue was startled, and hurriedly crumpled a piece of paper on the table and stuffed it into his clothes. Guo Xiang saw Ouyang Xue's haggard expression and strange movements, and asked worriedly, "Master, what's wrong?"

Ouyang Xue stood up and smiled: "It's okay, by the way, let's cook a few more dishes today." Even if it's to celebrate this kid's recovery, I'm going to pick some tomatoes. With that, he walked out of the house.

Guo Xiang and Shanfeng exchanged glances, knowing that something must have happened. "Just ask when you're eating. Shan Feng said, and his body involuntarily reached out to touch the top of Guo Xiang's head, wanting to appease Guo Xiang, who was a little worried. Who knew that Guo Xiang was still taken aback, and became unfamiliar with the mountain peak. The two of them stood awkwardly, and they didn't return to normal until Ouyang Xue came back.

At dinner, Guo Xiang wanted to ask what was going on, but Ouyang Xue didn't know where to take out a few bottles of wine, saying that it was called celebration only if she drank to celebrate, and pulled Shanfeng and Guo Xiang to drink. Both of them drank for the first time, and where could they stand it, they were already drunk after a drink. The more they drank, the more they drifted, and they were already delirious when they drank it.

"Master, what do I think you have two. Guo Xiang's face was flushed, drunk. The mountain peaks on the side are pointing at a boiled egg, shaking their heads, and talking nonsense about sports, why are your heads so small, etc.

Ouyang Xue's cheeks were also slightly red, and she drank a glass of wine in her hand in one gulp, and replied: "Two, when did you have two masters? Where is he? Dare to rob my apprentice, first ask me about the rose sword in my hand." As he spoke, he grabbed a chopstick in front of him and made a sword drawing motion as a sword, and he seemed to be drunk.

"Master, is this wine? How do I feel that I have been poisoned, I have become so abnormal. "It's not a loss that I've been studying medicine with Zhijin for more than a year, and I already have the thinking of a doctor.

Ouyang Xue slapped the table, burped a long wine, and said angrily: "Poison! Where did the poison come from, do you know what kind of wine this is?"

"What kind of wine, it can't be the emperor's drink, right?"

"Hey, little apprentice, you are so smart! Palace jade liquor, one hundred and eighty glasses. Ouyang Xue straightened her body and compared her right hand to eight.

"Hey, the emperor drank it, then I want to drink more. Guo Xiang smirked, grabbed the wine cup and poured himself a glass.

When Ouyang Xue saw it, she also smirked, and picked up a piece of food and gave it to Guo Xiang. It's just that I drank too much, and my eyes looked at the flowers, and the dish didn't get caught in Guo Xiang's bowl and fell on the table. "Hey, don't just drink, eat vegetables. Come and taste your master and me, Hiccup...... Your master and I have made this secret collection of heroes. "That piece of food is also coincidental, it seems to have grown legs, and it actually rolled to the edge of the mountain bowl with a clatter.

The drunken mountain peak over there picked up the dish and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it a few times and scolded: "What a gathering of heroes, it's a radish meeting!"

Ouyang Xue slapped the mountain peak on the head, and the drunken mountain peaks fell to the ground with a snap, not moving. Ouyang Xue's originally intoxicated eyes suddenly became clear, and she looked at the mountain peak, confirming that she was relieved to just sleep. "Is the food I cooked so unpalatable?" Ouyang Xue angrily picked up a piece of radish and stuffed it into her mouth, and immediately spit it out.

Ouyang Xue, who still didn't admit that it was unpalatable, turned around and found that Guo Xiang, a little cutie, was already snoring with a wine cup. Ouyang Xue shook her head with a smile on her face. got up and walked to Guo Xiang's side, picked him up, and put him on Guo Xiang's bed. Looking at Guo Xiang's sleeping face, Ouyang Xue couldn't help but kiss Guo Xiang on the face.

Half squatted beside Guo Xiang's bed and stared at Guo Xiang for a long time. Ouyang Xue returned to the table, pulled the mountain peak up, and threw it on the mountain peak bed at will, and didn't care. After sitting at the table, Ouyang Xue picked out the wine cup that was still left over and poured herself a glass. This time, Ouyang Xue didn't pour it in one go, but sighed carefully.

The moonlight shone into the hut from the door and shone on Ouyang Xue's back, indescribably lonely and lonely.

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Dizzy and dry, Guo Xiang frowned and sat up from the bed, staggered to the basin, and finally woke up after scooping water with both hands and washing his face. The memory of last night is intermittent, and I can't remember it clearly, but I remember as if I had drunk wine from the palace.

"Ah, it seems that alcohol is really not drinkable, no wonder my mother always quarrels with my father after drinking. Guo Xiang smiled helplessly, turned his head and walked out of the kitchen, and found that the table was clean.

"Huh?" Guo Xiang is a little strange, her master is a rough woman, and what she usually hates the most is cleaning up. Rubbing his eyes, which were still a little uncomfortable, he suddenly realized that the table was not clean, and there was a piece of paper on it.

Guo Xiang picked up the paper and looked at it, and his previous confused expression first changed to a smile, and then to horror. Guo Xiang turned around and began to shake the mountain peak that was still sleeping, and shouted urgently: "Shanfeng, get up quickly." Something big is wrong. ”

Guo Xiang shook too violently, how could the mountain peak continue to sleep again. As soon as his eyes opened, it was the note that Guo Xiang stuffed in front of him.

"Not good, let's go. The mountain peak was sobered up by the letter and drank overnight, pulling Guo Xiang and hurriedly running to the mountain.