Martial arts Dazhutian

Chapter 16 Return to Chang'an

Huashan School Gate

"Senior Brother Ning, Junior Sister Ning, please wait for a long time."

When they came to the mountain gate, Ning Bumu and Ning Zhong were already waiting here.

I made an appointment with Ningzhong before, and we will go back together today and meet here.

Fatty and Wang Xuerong's home was too far away, so they didn't go home for a while.

"I've seen Senior Brother Fang, and he's still as chic as ever."

Ning Bumu greeted Fang Buwen first, and then praised Huang Lin:

"Uncle Feng was right at the time, Junior Brother Huang really is a talent from heaven (Chapter 2)."

As the son of the head of the sect, Ning Bumu can be said to be the second generation of serious children, a little unconsciously arrogant, but not domineering, easy to deal with, very gentle.

"Tsk, let me tell you, one of you hasn't reached the crown yet, and the other is still the leader. Why are you pretending to be old? You're only going to Huayin, and I have to accompany this kid to Xi'an."

Fang Buwen looked impatient, he was most afraid of dealing with this kind of serious person, he said one thing after another, but the two little devils are better at pretending than the other.

"Puchi. I told my wife yesterday that senior brother and senior brother Ning are similar."

Seeing the two being scolded, Ning Zhong covered his mouth and laughed beside him, his eyes were crooked, which was really cute.

Several people took the horses at the mountain gate and went straight to Huayin.

On the way, three fine horses trotted along the official road.

Yes, four people and three horses.

Ning Zhong leaned in Huang Lin's arms, his face was flushed, Fang Buwen and Ning Bumu protected him from left to right.

She doesn't know how to ride a horse, so after discussing with them, they let Huang Lin ride with her since they were young.

"Senior brother, my teacher's wife said she wanted to take me in as a foster daughter."

Ning Zhong had no place to put his embarrassed little hands, so he found a topic and whispered.

"Huh? What do you think?"

Huang Lin was not much better, his body was stiff, and after riding for a while, his whole body felt sore.

"My master and my wife are very kind to me, but all of a sudden."

"I'm already your teacher's wife, why do you want to be your foster mother? Aren't they all the same."

He was a little surprised. These days, apprentices are going to die for their masters. Masters and masters are no less important than blood parents.

Ning Zhong shook his head to express his ignorance.

"Well, you can ask your cousin when you go back, it's not a trivial matter after all."

What Huang Lin was thinking about was that Ning Zhongze's cousin, Wang Jiufeng, was going to be tested for fame. If he entered the officialdom in the future, it would be affected if he was found out that his family members and people in the world were too deeply involved.

"Junior Sister, did your master ask you to change your name into your seniority?"

He thought, Ningzhong didn't change it to "No" in later generations, so there is something particular about it.

"It doesn't work. Our female disciples in Huashan are different from male disciples. They don't force you to change your name."

Fang Buwen was humming a ditty, secretly listening to the two little guys whispering, and couldn't help making fun of it.

"Brother, you are not kind, eavesdropping on children's speech."

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Huang Lin's face. Although he had known about such a day since he entered Huashan and had been building his heart for a long time, it was still a little unnatural to hear someone shout.

"Tch, who wants to listen to you two brats talking about such nonsense."

After finishing speaking, he ignored them both and continued humming his song.

Ning Bumu couldn't stop laughing on the other side.

Ning Zhong's complexion turned red again, and he stopped talking now.

After half a year, he entered Huayin City again.

I didn't stay long this time.

Send Ning Zhongze home, chat with Wang Jiufeng for a few words, whether he is the adopted daughter of the head wife or not, he is not an outsider who can participate casually, because he was in a hurry, he ate a light meal and said goodbye to his senior brother and go.

After being away from home for a long time, I do miss my elder brother a little bit. I don't know how the Escort Bureau is doing now, and whether Uncle Fu is in good health.

"drive"

After sitting down, the steed was finally able to let go of its hooves and gallop, and it ran extremely happily.

In the evening, the sky is getting dark.

Fang Buwen took Huang Lin to a detour, and after running for several miles, they came to a ruined temple near the river.

This is the place to spend the night.

After the two tied up their horses, Fang Buwen said to Huang Lin:

"Go and collect more firewood. I'll look for pheasants and rabbits, and get some food."

When Huang Lin came back from collecting firewood, Fang Buwen happened to bring two pheasants over.

Good stuff, all natural.

"Brother, what's wrong with this pheasant?"

He has never cooked in two lifetimes, he only knows how to eat.

"What else can you do with this barren mountain? Let's bake it. Brother, I'll show you my hand in a while."

When it comes to food, Fang Buwen shows off.

Huang Lin remembered the beggar chicken in the novel, and suggested:
"How about making it into a beggar's chicken? There is no need to pluck the hair, and it is simple and convenient."

"Beggar chicken? What's the matter?"

Fang Buwen was obviously moved, not because he was too lazy to handle the ingredients.

"First kill the chicken, um, then make some mud to wrap it up, throw it in the fire and roast it. After about half an hour or so, smash the mud and the chicken feathers will be brought down, and then you can eat it .”

Huang Lin recalled it a bit, and talked about the process a little uncertainly.

He didn't know whether it was true or not, and he didn't pay attention to the way it was written in the novel in his previous life.

"Okay, I'll dig some mud, and you'll light the fire."

It sounds really simple, there is no need to handle the ingredients, and there is no need to keep turning them over, so Fang Buwen squeezed his hands and killed two pheasants that were still thumping.

When he came back from digging, he saw Huang Lin was still squatting on the ground wrestling with a pile of firewood.

"It doesn't work, you can't, I have dug all the mud back, and your fire hasn't started yet."

"This firewood is a little too familiar. If you don't accept me, you can't light it no matter what."

"Yes, yes, I raised this firewood, and I will convince him."

Fang Buwen didn't talk nonsense, seeing that it was getting dark, he turned on the fire switch and blew, then grabbed the hay and lit the fire.

Huang Lin looked at the two abandoned fire folders on the ground, a little suspicious of life.

It's all about blowing fire, why can't he blow it for a long time?
After the two wrapped up the chicken, Fang Buwen took out a porcelain bottle from his pocket and sprinkled it around the temple. Huang Lin knew that it was to prevent mosquitoes, snakes and ants.

"Brother, how long has it been?"

Huang Lin swallowed, he was hungry, and poked the mud ball in the fire with a wooden stick, the mud had been baked hard.

Moreover, he became less and less confident, as if there were lotus leaves in the way of beggar chicken, and he was too embarrassed to tell his senior to start over.

"I have asked this more than ten times, and it will be half an hour soon. Can you make it a little earlier?"

Fang Buwen was very helpless, if he hadn't known that this little junior couldn't keep time, he would have slapped him long ago.

"Be safe, half an hour, as much as possible."

Huang Lin's own skills are not as good as cooking skills, so he is not sure at all. No matter whether the method is right or wrong, he will be familiar with it in an hour.

"It's almost time for me to go outside to set things up. Stay here and don't run around, and don't eat alone. Wait until I come back."

When Fang Buwen came back from outside, he saw that Huang Lin was already eating.

"Didn't I tell you to wait for me, why don't you eat first."

"I'm so hungry, I took the cooked food my wife gave me to make a cushion first, and I didn't eat that."

It's definitely not because I'm afraid that the Beggar Chicken will be useless, um, that's it.

"Okay, let me see what the beggar chicken tastes like."

"bang"

Fang Buwen pulled the two mud balls out of the fire, and patted them casually, and the mud balls split immediately.

Suddenly, a strange smell filled the dilapidated temple.

Aroma, burnt smell, mixed with the smell of burnt plastic.

The two looked at each other with big eyes.

The chicken feathers are burnt and sticky on the pheasant, and some
When Huang Lin saw those two balls, he couldn't look directly at them.

There was nowhere to put his eyes dodging a little, and Ben didn't dare to look into his senior brother's eyes, silently gnawing on the food in his hand.

"Is there any more?"

Fang Buwen was stunned for a while, then swept the two chickens out of the temple gate, and said.

Why did I believe this kid's words, wouldn't it be delicious to bake?Did you eat and sleep well?It's almost the time of day!
"Anything else?"

Huang Lin was also a little dazed by the weird smell.

"The cooked food my wife gave you, do you have any more, eat it early and go to bed."

"Uh, there's half a chicken left, I'll bring it to you."

Huang Lin honestly handed the last half of the chicken to his brother.

The two of them felt the strange smell in the temple, did not speak, and ate in silence.

Xi'an, formerly known as Chang'an, was changed to Xi'an by the Taizu of this dynasty
At si o'clock the next day, the two rushed to reach the bodyguard bureau before noon.

"Little master?"

"The young master is back?"

The passers-by guarding the door were a little surprised when they saw Huang Lin. They knew that he had gone to Huashan, but they didn't expect to come back only half a year later.

Judging by his attire, he has become a disciple of Mount Hua and has returned home in fine clothes.

A clever person hurriedly ran and shouted inside.

Handing the horse rope to the sideman, Huang Lin looked at the gate of the Escort Bureau.

After leaving for more than half a year, the gate has not changed much, the plaque has not been removed, and the door paint looks like it has just been painted.

The stone lion at the door is still so tall, and there are no missing teeth or eyes.

The tripper who was guarding outside didn't have any frowns, and it seemed that nothing happened at home.

What he has been worried about is his identity, whether he will really make the whole family feel uncomfortable, after all, the reputation of the orphanage is too great.

Seeing that nothing bloody happened at home now, a stone fell from my heart.

"The young master is back. After being out for half a year, he has grown taller and stronger."

Uncle Fu was already getting old, and he almost trotted over. Huang Lin hurried forward to help him.

"Uncle Fu, don't look at how old you are, walk slowly, I'm not the emperor's old man, so there's no need to rush."

"Hey, don't talk nonsense, why don't you have a clue in your mouth?"

Fu Bo nervously looked around and scolded Huang Lin.

After all, in these days, the emperor is a big deal, so you can't make jokes.

"All right, all right, Uncle Fu, let me introduce you. This is my senior brother, Fang Buwen, take care of me."

"Senior Brother, this is Uncle Fu. Now, all the big and small things in the family are taken care of by Uncle Uncle Fu."

After coaxing Uncle Fu, he introduced the two of them each, and then helped him into the gate. The elder brother guessed that he was still squatting in the backyard and couldn't come forward.

"You can't say that. Now the young escort has managed the escort agency in an orderly manner, and he is very successful."

The family always called his brother Young Escort and called him Young Master.

One is that he has been calling his brother Young Escort for a long time, and it is difficult to change his words. In addition, he must not call him Young Escort.

Of course, it is also possible that his father had the idea of ​​establishing an heir earlier.

Uncle Fu is still old, it has only been half a year, and since his father passed away, he has been very old. When Huang Lin first came here, Uncle Fu was still very agile.

(End of this chapter)