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He had to find a way to calm this woman down, so that he could teach his pavilion master the ability to confuse men, otherwise if he made the pavilion master unhappy, he would have to suffer together.

On the other side, when he saw Di Liang leaving, Hongluan turned his attention to the rest of the people and asked, "Yours?"

When Changqin and Mudi heard this, they looked at each other, knowing that this matter could not be fooled, so they no longer hesitated, and stepped forward together, and took a large bag from their backs, which was full and seemed to be extremely heavy, but they did not know what it contained.

"Huh, this is?" Hongluan was also stunned, she stepped forward, stretched out her hand and pulled open the bag brought by Changqin, which turned out to be a brand new book. Hongluan became more and more confused, she picked up a copy casually, opened it, and saw that the title page was written with pen and ink "Jade Roast Chicken" four big characters.

"Recipe?" Hongluan asked, his face growing more puzzled.

"Tell the Pavilion Master, it's the recipe. Changqin hurriedly responded.

Hongluan looked at the other books in the bag, and they were all kinds of recipes without exception.

She didn't rush to question the piano with her previous experience, but turned around and walked to the package that Mu Di had brought, and opened it with her hand, and the things in it turned out to be all kinds of books. Hongluan rummaged around casually, but found that the things brought back by this shepherd flute were much richer than the long qin, such as poetry, music scores, tea scriptures, and chess paths.

"What do you mean?" Hongluan looked more and more puzzled, wondering what it would do her to bring these things back to her?

"Pavilion master, the younger one walked in the world sixty years ago and heard that there was a couple in Jiangdong, who were white-headed and old, and they were still in love until the old age, and then the woman left first, and the husband was martyred with the woman the day before she was buried, and hanged himself at home. Later generations saw that the two were so affectionate and buried them together, and three years later, a kapok tree grew on the grave of the couple. Changqin said slowly, with a respectful expression, and there was no arrogance when questioning Qingluan before. Even the undertaker can only choose to give in in the face of absolute power.

Later generations wanted to cut down this tree, but there was a master who said that this tree was the soul of the two couples, and the descendants would believe it, and the matter was delayed for a year, but this year, the kapok tree grew as tall as it was, and the people around came to admire it, and some people heard about the origin of this tree, and felt that this tree had a spirit, so they prayed to it for marriage. But I don't want this tree to really manifest its spirit and match people with fate, and there is still no shortage of young people who come to that place to worship and pray. ”

"Is it really so amazing?" Hongluan's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said, "Where is that tree, why don't you leave it in the Star Pavilion?"

When Changqin heard this, he immediately smiled bitterly.

The pavilion master smiled. The spirit of this world is nothing more than a collection of the will of living beings, coupled with the influence of the Heavenly Dao, the pavilion master is a true god, how can your marriage be formed by just one true spirit?"

"Well, that makes sense. Hongluan came back to her senses when she heard this, she nodded, and asked again, "Then what are these recipes that you brought back?"

"Tell the Pavilion Master. Seeing that Hongluan seemed to be extremely interested in this matter, Changqin immediately overjoyed, and hurriedly said: "After hearing the request of the pavilion master, the little one went to the former residence of the old couple. But time has passed, the old couple has passed away for more than 60 years, don't say that they are their sons, grandchildren have all passed away, and today's descendants have only heard about it, but they don't know the inside story, and the little heart thinks that even if it is so difficult, it can't bear the trust of the pavilion master, so ......"

This Changqin eyebrows danced for a long time, telling how difficult it was for him to go along the way, but he never got to the point.

Hongluan was obviously not a patient person, she waved her hand and said with great displeasure: "If you don't explain it clearly, you can accompany that Yun Lao to revisit Tianmen Mountain." ”

As soon as these words came out, dense sweat stains suddenly appeared on Changqin's face.

With the cultivation of their mourners, it was only a matter of time before they wanted to fly to Tianmen Mountain, and it was not difficult to say. 、

But the reason why this Tianmen Mountain is called Tianmen Mountain is actually what this mountain top refers to, and the top of the head where the Xingchen Pavilion is located is the heavenly gate that links the heavenly realm and the world.

This mountain is protected by the rules of heaven, and the mourners can enter and exit because they have the approval of heaven and can climb this mountain.

At that time, even if Kaiyang wanted to go to this mountain as a Taishang, it took a long time.

Hongluan asked him to re-walk Tianmen Mountain, so he would naturally strip him of the Dao from Heaven and let him walk up Tianmen Mountain like an ordinary person, even if he was a mourner, he didn't dare to guarantee that he would not die on this road.

He didn't dare to talk nonsense, and hurriedly said: "Small, in... After several twists and turns, he found the granddaughter of the two couples, who had not yet passed away, but was already quite young, and asked her why the two couples could be so affectionate. ”

"The old woman said to me that in fact, the two couples could not only be so affectionate, but also because the relationship between the two parties was excellent, and because this woman was very good at cooking, she once told her juniors that if you want to capture a man's heart, you must first grasp a man's stomach, so she often talks and thinks about cooking all kinds of delicacies for men. ”

And her descendants have also learned this skill, and passed down these recipes from generation to generation, and now, their descendants are quite happy to marry, so the little one spent two silver taels for the pavilion lord to get all kinds of recipes from them, which is from this. ”

As if he was afraid of annoying Hongluan again, this time Changqin told everything he knew in one go, and he didn't stop for half a minute until he finished speaking.

Then, he lowered his head, but his eyes were slightly raised, and he looked at Hongluan who was contemplative, as if he was very afraid that what he had brought would make the pavilion master dissatisfied.

Hongluan held his chin with his hand and did not speak.

She pondered for a long time, and the Pavilion of the Stars was also quiet because of her silence. Even the sound of breathing disappeared under the deliberate control of everyone, as if he was afraid that his breathing would affect Hongluan's thinking.

In fact, it is only a dozen breaths, but for Changqin, it is as long as a century.

Hongluan finally raised his head.

"Well, that's right. She nodded, and said this, affirming Changqin's advice. "So you put it here first, and you go down the hill and prepare the ingredients for me for these dishes. ”

When Changqin heard this, as if he had been pardoned, he hurriedly clenched his hands into fists and said, "My subordinates obey orders." Then he slammed out.

And Hongluan also turned his head to look at the shepherd flute on the side at that time, and the only remaining mourner in the hall was suddenly sweating profusely. The fear of Hongluan is already beyond words.

He didn't wait for Hongluan to ask, so he knelt down on one knee and said: "Tell the pavilion master, the little one has visited a matchmaker who is famous in Shu in the past few days, this matchmaker seems to be ordinary, but the ability to match people is extremely good. The younger one asked him about the way of marriage. She said that what men in the world want, there are nothing more than three points. One of them is the appearance of beauty, this is about appearance, the pavilion lord is beautiful and fragrant, and it is difficult for the world to have a person who is out of his control, so this point is not to worry about the pavilion master; the second is the desire for power, the pavilion master is the lord of the star pavilion, and the reincarnation of the true god, when it comes to this right, there is no one in the world who can control it; and then it is the third, which is also the most important point that the matchmaker said. ”

"The country is fragrant, and the appearance of the shy flowers in the closed moon is beautiful, but after watching it for a long time, there will be a boring day. The power of the world, or the rich party, in the end is only a loss of loess, but to make a man love a woman forever, the most important thing is to do what he likes. ”

"Do what you like?" Hongluan asked after a moment's pause.

"Well, that's exactly what it likes. Mu Di nodded emphatically: "The skin of appearance alone can attract a man for a short time, but if you want to stay with him for a long time, you must do what he likes." ”

"Then how can you do what you like?" Hongluan wondered.

Mu Di's face immediately turned a little smug when he heard this, but as if he remembered the usual ruthless methods of this pavilion master, that touch of color was quickly restrained by him.

He hurriedly said with a respectful expression: "In this world, all the things that men with some status like are the word elegance." And the elegant thing is nothing more than this poetry, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. ”

Hongluan is naturally not stupid, and when Mu Di said this, she naturally woke up.

She hurriedly walked to the pile of books and picked up the poetry in it and began to read it, she looked very seriously, with her knowledge as a true god to figure out the way of poetry is naturally not difficult, not a small hour of the situation she will understand the way of the door, although not as good as those writers and poets, but no longer a layman who knows nothing.

So she turned her head to look at the music sheet music tea scriptures again, but after reading them for a while, her brows furrowed slightly.

Seeing this, the purpose of the service on the side chuckled for a while, and hurriedly asked cautiously, "What's wrong with the pavilion master?"

Hongluan shook his head, thought for a while, and then said: "This music score tea scripture is not as good as poetry, and it is shallow on paper, you go to the bottom of the mountain and me to find some musical instruments and tea sets." ”

As a mourner, in fact, the rhythm of music is not a difficult thing for Hongluan, but after all, she is still shallow in her knowledge, and she still wants to practice it in order to be safe.

Hearing this, the shepherd naturally didn't dare to slack off, and after nodding his head, he also walked out of the attic and flew towards the foot of Tianmen Mountain.

After Hongluan said this, he didn't look at the shepherd's flute.

She lowered her head and rummaged through the books that Mu Di had brought, and she read the books very quickly, saying that she could not forget them at a glance.

Soon she read these books, and she knew them all. At this moment, she suddenly noticed that there seemed to be several unusual books at the bottom of the book.

It is different because the book has no words, but some pictures.

She was curious, so she took out a copy and flipped through it casually.

And she looked at it, and she didn't realize that a red cloud suddenly surged on her pretty face.

She hurriedly closed the book, only to find that the title page had three big characters written on it: "Spring Palace Map".

"That's like... Fengya?" she muttered to herself, not knowing what she thought, and her face became more and more ruddy.