When the two left, they didn't dare to pant loudly, and Zhu Yang, who was trembling, made a move and began to roll up a stream of landscapes and put them away.

The two old men, one is the world-famous painting saint Beuve, and the other is the world's well-known book saint ram ru. These two people may not know each other, but how can he not understand. I thought that the landscape picture scroll sketched in brilliant colors by finding another way would be appreciated by the second elder, but I didn't expect it to be ignored.

It doesn't matter, the days in Qingyang Academy are still long, and he still has a chance.

Zhu Yang took a deep breath, put away the scroll, turned to Zichu and the others and said, "Let's go!"

"Hmm"

Zichu nodded to Gongliang, then sat on Hualu with his companions and left.

Only Gongliang, Gu'er, and rice grains remained by the stream, and rabbits, white-headed pheasants, shrimps and crabs on the ground were still beating on the boulders. After thinking about it, Gongliang took the drum to deal with the wild things that Ji Yuyong caught. Since the master is gone, it is up to him to do it, so as not to waste these things.

From Yanbu to the Great Wilderness, and then from the Great Wilderness to the Eastern Soil, and through the Eastern Territories, Gongliang didn't know how many dishes he had made along the way, and how many techniques he had used to not get tired of eating.

Now there are only rabbits, white-headed pheasants, fish, shrimp and crabs by the stream, but it is enough for him to make a lot of dishes.

Three rabbits, one roasted with heavenly nectar and soy sauce, one stewed tiger bean, one braised in braised blood, five big fish, three salt-baked, two boiled in soup, spicy fried crayfish, snow crab fruit wine, and some new tender wild vegetables on the side of the stream, he picked some and fried a large plate, and also cooked a large pot of rice with pickled animal meat.

The conditions are simple, but the things made are delicious and delicious, and the drums are drooling when they see it.

Mi Gu screamed that she was hungry and wanted to eat.

Gongliang took out the dishes and chopsticks from the space and set them up, seeing that they were impatient, he smiled and said, "Eat!"

When Mi Gu heard that he could finally eat, he immediately grabbed the honey rabbit leg that he had been staring at for a long time and ate it in a big gulp, "Mmmmmmmm, it's delicious." ”

The drums were so focused on eating that they didn't have time to speak.

Gongliang took a bowl and filled a large bowl of thick fish soup for each of them, and ate it himself. The honey rabbit meat is grilled crispy, and the soy sauce brewed with heavenly nectar and animal meat is well immersed in it, so that every rabbit meat has a taste, crispy with sweet and salty, just right, rare.

The big fish in the stream have no scales, soft as boneless, wrapped in spiritual salt and baked, salty with fresh fish, extremely beautiful.

The crayfish are carefully cooked by Gongliang with a slightly super spicy wild pepper brought out from Yanbe and added with ginger, green onions, garlic and other ingredients, which is fragrant and spicy, and crispy, and the taste is incomparably delicious.

After each snow crab above the palm is soaked in fruit wine, the delicious crab meat has the freshness of fruit wine, and it tastes a little winey, which can be described as the best.

Mi Gu and Gu'er ate fiercely, and they ate with sharp stomachs, like a woman who was pregnant for ten months, and looked very funny.

After eating, Gongliang finished cleaning up the dishes, chopsticks, long table and other things, and when he saw the appearance of the two of them, he said, "Let's go, I'll take you to the Fang Market for a walk, and by the way, you can eat and eat." ”

Wherever Baba goes, Migu goes. Hearing Baba's words, she naturally had no opinion. And Gu'er, who has been captured by Gongliang for a meal, of course will not have other opinions.

Gongliang didn't know where Qingyang Xuegongfang City was, so he asked someone on the way before walking to Fang City.

As the only place to buy and sell things in Qingyang Academy, Fang Market naturally has a large flow of people.

When Gongliang arrived, he saw a forest of shops and people staggering. However, in the end, it is a Confucian sect, and it is a bit reserved in its bones, so there are no merchants shouting at the door to attract customers, and the people who buy things are also very well-behaved.

Gongliang looked at it, so he hugged Mi Gu and slowly walked around the market with drums.

Qingyang School Palace is a Confucian sect, most people do not cultivate the body, only with the spirit or Haoran righteousness quenching the body, there are very few people who need the spirit stone elixir, so what is sold on the market is something related to qin, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Gongliang watched as he walked, planning to buy something and go back.

Jingshu will practice calligraphy when she is fine, Yanshu likes to draw and make symbols, and needs pen, ink, paper, inkstone and other things. Qingyang Xuegongfang City must sell these things at the most and best, since you are here, how can you not bring a little back.

Mi Gu lay in Baba Baba arms, looked around curiously, and when he saw a word hanging on a small stall, he suddenly had a headache, and hurriedly lay back in Baba arms to rest.

"Gu Moxuan. ”

After walking for a while, Gongliang saw a shop on the street with three big characters written "Gu Mo Xuan", so he walked in. It goes without saying that this must be a shop that sells ink.

As soon as he walked in, he was dazzled by the various ink ingots in the store.

Looking around, I saw that the walls around the store were nailed with cabinets separated by small grids, and ink ingots were placed on each grid, which were engraved with flowers, birds, fish, insects, water, wood, stone beasts and other scenes. Although the scent of ink emanating from the ink ingots makes people smell literary and angry, but I don't know what's going on, Gongliang always feels as if he has entered a golden pagoda full of tablets, which is a little creepy.

"Excuse me, is there anything you need?"

Suddenly, someone asked in my ear.

Gongliang was startled, turned to look, and saw a charitable old man dressed in Confucian clothes with a slight beard under his chin looking at him kindly.

"Excuse me, is there anything you need?" the old man asked again.

Although it is a bit like the Lingtai Golden Pagoda, Gongliang is not even afraid of ghosts, how can he be afraid of these. After calming down, Gongliang said, "I want to buy some ink ingots, I don't know what the old man recommends?"

"I don't know if it's for my own use, or if someone else wants to use it?"

"Is there a difference?"

"There is a natural difference. ”

The old man nodded and said: "If the guest uses it for his own use, he only needs to buy an ink ingot that meets his own cultivation, and if he wants to use it for others, he needs the guest to say that person's cultivation." ”

"Do you still have to look at Xiuwei to buy things?" Gongliang was a little confused.

"Nature,"

The old man pointed to the various ink ingots placed in the small lattice on the counter around the store and said: "Guests, please see, the ink ingots in those small lattices, each ingot is made of good spiritual objects, and the spiritual energy contained in each piece is high and bottom, and it is different. If a customer buys an ink ingot with a high level of spiritual energy, the painting will contain less spiritual energy in the words he writes; if he buys an ink ingot that is higher than his own cultivation, and he cannot control the spiritual energy contained in the ink ingot, then the spiritual energy will be scattered, and it will be a bit more than worth the loss to buy it back. ”

Gongliang had never heard of such a thing, and he felt very fresh, so he couldn't help asking, "Which piece of ink ingot in your store contains the highest spiritual energy?"

"The top one. The old man gestured.

Gongliang followed the direction of the old man and looked towards the top of the cabinet, where there were not many grids like below, and the whole floor was empty, but there was an ink ingot.

The ink ingots are crystal clear and jade, revealing a faint light, standing at the highest place like a towering mountain, magnificent, and extraordinary at a glance.