At noon, a few wisps of smoke wafted out of the dilapidated courtyard, very light and white, and almost instantly melted into the air, and the faint fragrance of medicinal herbs came from the courtyard.

The surrounding courtyard is still a courtyard, as if following the rise of this light smoke, several courtyards around opened the doors at the same time, and the people who lived in the courtyard walked out, and invariably walked towards the dilapidated courtyard, but the courtyard was still the original courtyard, and the people living in it were no longer the original people.

The "Stop" sign hanging outside the door was still there, and the new owners of the courtyards walked up to the door, as if they had not seen the plank, and went straight into the house, which had not been erected for them in the first place.

Although the courtyard looks a little desolate from the outside, and even half of the walls seem to be collapsing at any time, the courtyard is still very clean inside, with a few emerald green bitter bamboos growing against the walls.

The soil under the roots of the bitter bamboo is wet, as if it has just been watered, and each leaf seems to have water dew, showing a faint red, like the sweat on the back of a cow, and it has soon seeped into the soil under the roots.

It's just that there is no dew at noon, so these water particles are not dew, but real water, it is easy to think that these bitter bamboos were covered with dust before, and the owner of the yard washed these bitter bamboos with water because he wanted to entertain visitors.

In the middle of the courtyard, there is a small welcome pine, and under the pine tree there is a small red clay stove, on which a pot of water is boiling, and there are several different leaves floating on it, I don't know whether it is herbs or spices, and the light incense before is coming out of this pot.

Around the stove is a square bamboo table. There are four identical bamboo chairs around the bamboo table, and there are still marks on the chairs that have just been cut out, and there is no trace of the friction of the years.

The tables and chairs are all new. Naturally, because the previous owner took everything he could with him when he left, the new owner of the courtyard had to entertain new guests, so he had to make new tables and chairs.

It's just that since even the tables and chairs are newly made, where did you get the hot water stove next to the tables and chairs?

The dilapidated wooden door was pushed open first, and a middle-aged man in a red robe walked in, holding a yellow gourd in his hand, casually tied with a thin rope, and walked in casually.

After a while. There was another man in a yellow robe, he was a little strange, holding four porcelain bowls in his hands, looking at the pot of hot soup that was a little muddy, his eyes flowed a fine light, and he walked directly towards the bamboo chair closest to the stove.

As soon as the two of them sat down, there was a creak at the door, but it was not the sound of the door opening. Instead, someone closed the door from the inside.

A middle-aged man in a gray cloth robe closed the door casually and walked towards the courtyard. Unlike the other two, he was carrying a black earth dog in his hand.

The next thing is extremely simple, the red-robed man puts the porcelain bowl on the table, as if he is asleep, and the yellow-robed man with the yellow-skinned gourd lifts the wooden stopper, and the strong aroma of wine comes from inside, which is the best blue and white carving treasured by Yanjing's most famous winery.

The gray-robed man sat on a bamboo chair and waited. When all the hot soup on the stove was boiling hot, it boiled like hot oil, and then he lifted the black earth dog in his hand.

The dirt dog screamed, and then all the fur and bones on its body began to fall, and the scene was very bloody. But there is a sense of beauty, and it is difficult to associate this picture with the scene of an ordinary butcher slaughtering pigs and dogs.

The gray-robed man threw all the flesh in his hand into the pot, and the soup then splashed, but it did not spill out of the pot, as if every drop of soup in it could not be wasted at will.

The red clay stove is full of the aroma of meat, the bitter bamboo in the yard sways with the wind, and a few dry leaves also fall with the breeze.

The three men sat on three sides of the table, silent, the scene was somewhat silent, only the sound of the wind and the sound of the soup rolling in the pot, and soon the meat was already stewed, and the fragrance began to waft farther away.

Chirping......

There was a creaking sound, and the door of the room in the courtyard opened, and a man in a blue robe walked out, and he did not speak, but sat down in the last remaining chair, as if this was his home, and this was his home now.

The sound of beeping is getting louder and louder, and the aroma of dog meat becomes more intense, I don't know what kind of spices were originally put in the pot, this small stove and a small black pot actually cook the meat taste more fragrant than the best chef.

"The dog meat is rolled three times, and the gods can't stand steadily", now the dog meat in the pot has been rolled twice, so the four middle-aged men are not in a hurry, they just wait very calmly, and they have enough patience to wait.

There are only four new bamboo chairs in the courtyard, so there are only four people who come to eat this boiled meat today.

Since it was meat, it was naturally indispensable, so the gray-robed man brought a black dog;

What he eats is boiled meat, of course, he needs to cook it, so the blue-robed man prepared such a pot of soup at home;

You can't eat meat directly from the pot, so the man in the yellow robe brought four porcelain bowls;

In the end, the blue and white carvings brought by the red-robed man, although they did not seem to be necessary, but wine, meat, wine, meat, only meat, how can it be called wine and meat without wine, so he poured all the blue and white carvings in the gourd into the pot, and the fragrance was stronger.

The man in the blue robe boiled a pot of soup, the man in the red robe carried a gourd and blue and white carving, the man in the yellow robe brought four porcelain bowls, and the dog meat in the pot was brought by the man in the gray robe, so there are only four of them who can eat this black dog meat today.

The charcoal in the stove was about to burn out, so the temperature at the bottom began to get lower, and the dog meat in the pot finally rolled three times, as if it was a little rotten, but it was not rotten, as if it was not fragrant, but it was all buried.

Four middle-aged men gathered around the stove and began to eat the dog meat in the pot, eating very slowly, as if they were enjoying it.

Although it is already early spring, but this year I don't know if it is because of the heavy snow last year, it is still very cold.

The last piece of minced meat was put into the mouth of the yellow-robed man, and he added half a bowl of soup casually, and the yellow-robed man drank it all, exhaled a long breath of turbidity, and his face was satisfied, and then he put down the porcelain bowl in his hand.

Like a signal, the other two also put down the porcelain bowl in their hands, and the blue-robed man raised his eyebrows slightly, and also put the bowl on the bamboo table that he hadn't finished drinking.

"If you can eat such boiled meat in such a place, I don't have many opportunities in the future!"

The yellow-robed man wiped the corners of his mouth casually, not at all like a cultivator, perhaps he didn't care about these things at all.

"There aren't many opportunities like that!"

The blue-robed man lowered his eyebrows, as if coping.

"So... The meat is gone, and now it's time to get down to business. ”

The red-robed man's tone was calm, but with these words, all four people in the courtyard became extremely solemn, as if they were holding a sacred ceremony.

"Kasa Qiusheng, can you represent the entire Chaoyang Sect?"

The gray-robed man who had not spoken was the first to speak, and directly revealed the identity of the blue-robed man, who was Li Qiusheng of Chaoyang Sect.

As if thinking seriously for a while, Kasaki Sheng said, "Can't!"

His answer was very serious, so the gray-robed man knew that he was serious, and he didn't speak anymore, but kept touching the string of beads in his hand, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Next was the yellow-robed man, and his question was strange;

"Is this the last time we'll eat meat?"

It's a strange question, but it's also very simple, as simple as a friend asking each other "will we see you again?" before parting.

It's just such a simple question, but Kasa Qiusheng has been thinking about it for a long time, at least for a longer time than the question just now.

He frowned, a little uncertain, and said, "Maybe!"

The man in the yellow robe was obviously not satisfied with this answer, but remained silent, perhaps silence was the best response at this time.

"Then this time, do you fight or not?"

The last man in the red robe to speak, he didn't explain what he was fighting for, but everyone understood what he was fighting for.

This question, Lisa Qiusheng seemed to have already thought about it, and said, "Don't fight!"

The red-robed man was slightly stunned, obviously unable to figure out why Kasa Qiusheng did this, but he didn't ask much, just nodded calmly, he knew that since Kasa Qiusheng had already said that he would not fight, he would naturally not fight.

A meal of dog meat, three questions, after asking, the three of them began to walk towards the door, as abrupt as when they came, and they also had no rules when they left, as if they came here just to eat a meal of dog meat and ask a few boring questions.

The yellow gourd, the four porcelain bowls, and the intact dog skin have all been gone, leaving only the red clay stove and the pot wall that are still warm, and the unfinished soup inside, like white jade and translucent.

Lisa Qiusheng shook his head slightly, and muttered in his heart: "The chess pieces also depend on whose hands they are holding." ”

ps: I want to eat it myself, it's beautiful to think about. (To be continued.) )