Sword knocks the door of heaven

Chapter 114 Old friend?

If you can't work or practice, you can only read books.

Although he returned to his residence these days, Li Yunsheng spent most of his time in the library.

Every morning, Li Yunsheng would get up and steam steamed buns with noodles. In order to make his body recover faster, he would add some fairy grain flour to the ordinary flour every time. I don’t know if it’s because he loves fairy grain. , Li Yunsheng made this very ordinary steamed bun with great care, the fermentation time is good, the strength of kneading the dough is also good, even the wood used for steaming the steamed bun is carefully selected, and the heat is naturally not to mention.

"There seems to be no difference between making steamed buns and practicing."

Sitting under the old locust tree, Li Yunsheng, who sipped tea and steamed buns, muttered to himself.

"Speaking of which, why did this old locust tree lose all its flowers overnight?"

I have been recuperating at the elder brother’s house before, but I haven’t seen it. I haven’t paid much attention to it these days, but I always feel that there is something missing at the door. Today, I suddenly discovered that the flowers of the old locust tree, which can bloom in the cold winter, actually come in spring. When the time comes, not a single flower remains.

Li Yunsheng probably didn't know that the day when the flowers on the old pagoda tree withered was the time when he broke through on the night of Jingzhe.

"Go back and ask Master."

Clapping his hands and shaking off the crumbs of the steamed buns on his body, Li Yunsheng wrapped the remaining steamed buns in a clean cloth and went down the mountain to the library.

Li Yunsheng couldn't be more familiar with the road from the back mountain to the book building.

However, looking at the scenery of this mountain road in spring, it is very different from autumn and winter. The scenery of autumn water and mountains in spring is like the ink painting of famous artists. The clouds and mists in the mountains seem to have spirituality. "Deliberately" blocking a section of the path up the mountain.

Looking up from the foot of the mountain, people are both awed and fascinated.

While looking at the scenery, Li Yunsheng walked to the foot of Guangling Peak where the library is located, and was about to go up the mountain when he saw a white-clothed, powder-carved jade-like child standing there bored.

But Li Yunsheng just stared at the child, and the child immediately stared back vigilantly.

"Gu..."

It's just that his ferocious expression, which looks like a god, is immediately destroyed by the sound of his stomach growling.

I don't know where the child came from, but Li Yunsheng just thought it was interesting, so he took out a steamed bun and handed it to him.

Although the child looked embarrassed, he still turned his head proudly, refusing to pick up the steamed bun that Li Yunsheng handed him.

"delicious."

Li Yunsheng tore open a piece of the steamed bun, and a faint aroma unique to rice grains came out along with a burst of heat.Because a polyflame talisman was pasted on the wrapped steamed bun cloth, the steamed buns inside were still steaming.

As he spoke, Li Yunsheng handed the steamed buns to the child again.

He is a person who has been hungry, so naturally he will not be angry with a child who is hungry.

Enticed by the aroma of the steamed buns, the child hesitated for a moment, then reached out and snatched the steamed buns from Li Yunsheng's hand.

Li Yunsheng smiled and said nothing, turned his head and walked directly up the mountain.

Not long after Li Yunsheng left, an old man with white hair and pockmarked face came out of the woods, holding up his pants as he walked this way.

Seeing his appearance, the little boy blushed and said:
"Why do you always look like this, don't be ashamed!"

The old man chuckled and said:

"People have three urgencies, there is nothing to be ashamed of."

After giving him a blank look, the child turned his head away, ate a mouthful of steamed buns, and complained:

"What's so interesting about this autumn water is that there are mountains and mountains, but you want to drag me here, and you have to walk up the mountains with your feet!"

"What do you know? This is Qiushui!"

The old man patted the child on the head.

"What happened to Qiushui? We are Kun... ah! You hit me again!"

The child rubbed his head and pouted and gave the old man a hard look, but before he finished speaking, the old man slapped him on the head again.

"Who gave this steamed bun?"

The old man acted as if nothing had happened, regardless of the grievance on the child's face, he was very curious about the steamed bun in his hand.

"Don't worry about it!"

The child hid the leftover steamed buns in his arms, turned his head and was about to walk up the mountain.

"Ah! You stinky old man, steal my steamed buns!"

The little boy only walked a few steps when he realized that the steamed buns in his arms were gone, and he couldn't help but yelled.

"good to eat!"

The pockmarked old man ignored the little boy's cries, tore off half of the steamed buns and put them in his mouth, suddenly cheering up and exclaiming.

"give me back!"

At this time, the little boy had already walked over, grabbed the old man's remaining steamed bun with tears in his eyes, and turned his head angrily to ignore the pockmarked old man.

"You haven't bought me food for several days, and you still robbed me."

The little boy said with a grievance on his face.

"It's really worthless, crying like this just for some food."

The pockmarked old man said with a look of disdain.

"I want to go home, go home and tell grandma that you won't give me food after beating me!"

Hearing this, the little boy immediately turned his head and walked down the mountain.

This time the pockmarked old man became anxious, stopped the little boy, licked his face and said with a smile: "Don't, don't, Che'er, if you have something to say, speak up."

"I want to go home, why don't you let me go home, I don't even know what I'm doing here in Qiushui!"

The little boy cried.

"Ugh…"

The pockmarked old man sighed and said, "You're home, who will collect your grandfather's body for you?"

"Collect the corpse?"

Hearing this, the little boy stopped crying immediately, and looked at the old man blankly.

"Yes, your grandfather and I may die today."

With that said, he stood up with his hands behind his back.

And he stuffed half a steamed bun in his mouth at some point!
"Stinky old man, I knew you were lying to me again!"

The little boy yelled again.

...

When the two grandparents were fighting up the mountain, Li Yunsheng had already arrived at the study building, greeted Mr. Da, and then sat down in a corner on the second floor.

In the surprised eyes of the crowd, he put more than a dozen pieces of jade slips on the table. These are the books to be read today.

He took a deep breath, then picked up a jade slip, tapped the ring on it, and immediately closed his eyes and concentrated on looking at the books in the jade slip with relish.

It's like entering another world completely.

In a wing room of the study building, Mr. Da looked at his tea bowl in a daze, and saw two tea leaves standing straight in the middle of the tea in the white porcelain tea bowl.

"It looks like..." Mister Da smiled and continued, "I have a guest today."

As soon as he finished speaking, an inexplicable gust of wind suddenly blew into the study building.

"Looks like an old friend!"

Mr. Big's face sank.

　Ask for a recommendation ticket, although it is a bit late, it is still two shifts.

　　


(End of this chapter)