When it comes to unitary, the flat ground is dyed with frost, the temperature gradually drops, and the plum fragrance forest is deep and the bonfire is swaying to lead to the sun. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The mountain breeze is light, and the four of them sit around, and a roe deer on the fire rack has been yellow and oily, and the fragrance is overflowing. Qi Yan held the roe deer in one hand and flipped it regularly, and in the other hand he held the spices and smoked them regularly, and his movements were smooth, and he looked extremely skilled.

"This roasted whole roe deer, stuffed with concentrate in the belly, with wine to remove its hernia, roasted until the oil comes out, must be flipped properly, let the oil and water spread all over the roe deer, so that the meat will not be too dry, and the outside is crispy and golden. It is crispy and tender when chewed, and it has a unique flavor with flavors and condiments from the Western Regions, well, this is ready to eat. ”

On the side, Wanxi stared at the roe meat, moved his ten fingers, and after listening to Qi Yan's words, he was even more impatient to take the lead.

"Wanxi, where do you look like this, don't! Be careful of burning your hands. ”

Before the senior brother finished speaking, he saw that Wanxi wanted to tear the roe deer meat with his hands, so he hurriedly stopped his hand and passed the dagger that had been prepared in the fire, only to see the knife light flashing obliquely, leaving a broken bone gap in the roe deer body, and then grabbed the leg and pulled it gently, and a steaming roe deer leg broke away from the roe deer body. Mo Fangwen inserted the knife into the leg bone of the roe deer with his backhand, handed it to Wanxi, and said, "Oh, take the handle of the knife, eat slowly, be careful of scalding." ”

Wanxi listened to the instructions and carefully ate the roe deer legs, looked at the senior brother's slightly red thumb, and suddenly his face was flushed, and he was like dyed rouge makeup against the firelight: "That, senior brother, Fang Cai, aren't your hands hot?"

Mo Fang heard that Wanxi cared about himself softly, and his heart was tight, and even the burning pain in his hands suddenly felt a little cooler, but the senior brother couldn't show his identity, so he deliberately put on a straight face and said: "Senior brother's martial arts are better than yours, it's not hot, why is the roe meat not delicious?" After speaking, he covered his reddish fingers and took a sip of plum wine, and hurriedly changed the topic: "This wine is really good, the plum fragrance is overflowing, the stomach is half-gu, the spirit is uplifted but not the slightest drunk, I don't know what kind of material Mr. Qi uses?"

At this time, Qi Yanzhi was washing his hands with plum wine, and when he saw Fang Wen's question, he said with a smile: "Carving insect skills, this plum fragrance is just the aroma of the red plum fruits and plum blossoms in the bones here. However, Fang Wen's penchant for wine and a friend of mine can be a companion, and he will definitely not lose in wine. ”

It turns out that the plum blossom forest here still has such a name, why is it called red bones?"

Zhong Qing was originally fiddling with those porcelain vases with blue prints and white backgrounds, and from time to time he would dip a little of the essence in the bottles and send them to his mouth to taste them. And Wanxi, who was eating roe deer legs beside her, was surprised and said: "Red in the bones? This name is a bit crazy, even if it's a plant, the whole plum forest here is named, don't say it." ”

"Well, this name is a little weird, but it is appropriate, when Zhong Qing has time, he can go to the bookshelf of the medicine house to find the "Jianxuanlu" and turn to the grass and trees to take a look, and it is more detailed than the oral description at this time. ”

"Is Jianxuanlu the book that records a brief description of the common people in the Three Realms? There is actually a chapter on grass and trees, I thought it was just some fabrication that recorded more than 100 years of ancient people's realm. ”

Qi Yanzhi smiled and said, "You don't believe it?"

Mo Zhongqing paused and said, "Fang is peaceful today, and the demon clan has nowhere to hide, even if it is true, it is a matter of the past." ”

Senior Brother Fang Wen echoed: "Yes, what is recorded in Mr. Qi's "Jianxuan Lu", in fact, my Cloud Trace Sect also has the same account. Now the saint is working hard to govern the upper and lower effects, the world is peaceful and the wind and rain are smooth, and there is no demon rampant turmoil, even if there are two or three little demons, it can't become the climate. ”

Qi Yanzhi said: "Your faction's "Cangyun Sutra" and this "Jianxuanlu" have a long and detailed history compared to this, I have borrowed some time from your faction, and I have been appreciated by the head of your faction, and I am also fortunate to see the Cangyun Sword Duel recorded in it, although Qi is not proficient in martial arts, he must have just cut the roe deer meat to break the bone with a short blade, it is difficult for ordinary people to do, it should be Cangyun swordsmanship?"

Seeing Qi Yanzhi's praise, Senior Brother Fang wanted to be humble, but was robbed by Wanxi: "This is actually not difficult, I will too, but Senior Brother has a lot of strength, don't say how boring these are." By the way, Uncle Qi, when will we go out this time? In a few days, we will also go down the mountain to buy daily necessities, we have not been with us in previous years, why don't we stop by this year?"

Qi Yanzhi paused and responded: "The time has not yet been set, and it will be the end of the spring month at the latest." ”

"So, then let's let me know when we go down the mountain, if Uncle Qi is here, let's go together?" Seeing Wanxi say this, Senior Brother Fang Wen drank the last sip of wine, and said in a deep voice: "Senior sister, what kind of ghost are you trying to do, do you want to rely on Mr. Shang? No, no." After speaking, without waiting for Wanxi to refute, he bowed his hand to Qi Yanzhi and said: "Thank you Mr. Qi for your hospitality today, it's not too early, let's go back and stop bothering us more." ”

Qi Yanzhi looked up at the sky, at this time the afterglow was gone, and it would be night in a short time, and it was early spring at this time, and the mountain breeze was steep and there were no longer guests, so he stood up and straightened his sleeves and saluted: "That's fine, thank you on my behalf for Master Mo and Mrs. Mo for their kindness." By the way, Zhongqing, you have been here a few times in the past few days, I will teach you some medical skills, pick up some medicine for bruises, and be prepared when you go out. ”

"Yes, sir, Zhong Qing will come to bother in a few days. ”

Qi Yanzhi stopped to watch the three of them leave before returning to the ice room. At this time, it was already the twilight of the wilderness, the moon dew in the east sky, the mountain wind struck, and several plum fragrances covered the embers.

Xiongzhou fog column, Juncai Xingchi.

In the Cloud Mountain, there are not only Merlin's wonderful hands, but also the Cloud Trace Sect living in it.

At the beginning of the Cloud Trace School and the Legend School, the first generation of leaders was the ancestor of the Mo family. His people are good at swordsmanship, good at self-cultivation, and are famous for numerology. This person entered the world by divination, and after attaining the Tao, he was born to avoid living in the cloud mountain, how can the people of the world be dull, and always want to know his uncertain things. Therefore, the Bully Cloud Mountain was extremely prosperous back then, with large officials and dignitaries, and small ordinary traders all rushing to come here, in a vain attempt to spy on the heavens and avoid evil.

And the ancestors of the Mo family knew that the art of numerology was really against the way of heaven, and it was easy to know fate, but it was difficult to get lucky. People in the world often suffer from gains and losses after knowing their fate, and they try to steal the sky and change the day for my use. As everyone knows, this is a mirror after all, and he asks in blindness. Even if the master is willing to live for him, the price he pays is usually heavier than his own life, and sometimes even his own life! Everything has cause and effect, and numerology is also in it, and the ancestors of the Mo family do not want the world to get the cause of effect, so they set up a school and teach it to use numerology and numerology supplemented by the art of vomiting to help him strengthen his body, so that he can participate in research on his own.

At the beginning, everyone was overjoyed to see that the ancestors of the Mo family were not destined for people, but they were willing to accept disciples, so they flocked to it, and many of them funded to expand their doors and temples for them. After that, scholars became scarce and left the mountain one after another, all because of the difficult and difficult understanding of numerology. The sergeant heard that he practiced diligently, but he did not know the cause and effect, and he often failed to calculate for others at the foot of the mountain; when the sergeant heard this, he had gained enlightenment and sighed and forced himself to come, so it was better to go with the flow and go down the mountain and mingle in the dust. Therefore, if you can follow the ancestor of the Mo family to comprehend and cultivate yourself, there are only a dozen people in the final column, and when the Yunxian faction is the largest, there are only more than 100 people, together with the child servants and horsemen, until the ancestors of the Mo family go to the immortals, and the people in the back door are becoming more and more rare, and it is difficult to be as famous as the big faction in the world.

And what's even worse is that in the battle with the demon clan three hundred years ago, the demon emperor kissed the elite of Wanshou Mountain and was also slaughtered, and the scattered remnants were scattered in the four realms of Dongyi Beidi and Xirong and Nanban, and then the monastic sects outside the world were almost destroyed in this battle, and the head of the Cloud Trace faction was Mo Yu who used the "number of Dayan" to determine that the demon emperor would eventually be defeated and repeatedly used the number of Dayan to predict the whereabouts of the demon army, so the demon emperor kissed and held a grudge and died at the foot of Wanshou Mountain, at the age of forty and three, he was the shortest-lived one among the heads of the past dynasties. Therefore, in addition to the "Number of Great Yan", some of the Iron Mouth Golden Breaking Techniques of the Cloud Trace Sect were also not passed on orally in time due to Mo Yu's early death.

After that, the Cloud Trace faction collapsed, the world looked at each other coldly, his son Mo Qingzhu was dissatisfied with the hot and cold state of the world, the people's hearts were not ancient, and the second complained about his father's mystery, and the fake demon emperor was short-lived. Therefore, in order to repeat the mistakes of the past, we have set up a rule of 'three counts and three counts': "Every year, only in the upper, middle and lower yuan for people to calculate and look at the gold, it is not considered an auspicious thing, it is not a rich life, and it is not a person who has no fate." The world even more sneered at this strange rule, until in the end few people cared about it.

Mo Xing, the head of the current generation, has withered, the scriptures are scattered, the eaves and high pavilions have been in disrepair for a long time, and the mountain paths are deserted. The head of Mo Xingze's wife Zhang Ya was originally a rich child of a ten-mile foreign family, because of her admiration for Mo Xingze's talent and character, so she was committed to marrying, and gave birth to a beloved daughter Mo Wanxi, and her three disciples, Fang Wen, Shaoying, Zhongqing was an orphan, and Mo Xing was brought back to the mountains to teach the number of techniques from an early age.