The autumn wind rises and the dragon sings

Chapter 82: Accept the cakes and find the person with a secret method

The sky is vast.

Feng Chou woke up from bed and tidied up his clothes, and his mood was complicated. After all, he stole the chickens raised by his senior brothers and sisters last night, but he was caught by Cang. Moreover, he also noticed the aura of Cuishanxing last night. This was caused by two All the senior brothers have seen it.

At this time, Dao Wuyu had gone back to the piano to rest. Feng Chou didn't plan to act according to the situation. The main reason was that he didn't want to have much to do with Xuanzong now. The longer the contact, the more flaws he would have.

Putting on the curtain and hat, Fengchou pushed open the door and went out. The No.1 he saw was Cuishanxing sitting on the shore of the wave, playing the pipa alone.

Fengchou didn't remember that one of his friends also carried a pipa with him, but the tone of the pipa she played was different from that of Cuishan Xing. Her pipa sound was always lazy and casual, as if she didn't care about anything.

The sound of the pipa in the Cuishan Mountains contains too many emotions and thoughts, but it also carries a bit of enlightenment and freedom, just like the mist in the forest in the early morning. Although it obscures the eyes for a while, the sky will soon be clear and clear.

The last sound fell, and the sound of the waves echoed with it. Cuishanxing looked up, nodded in greeting, and asked politely: "Young hero is awake. How did you sleep last night?"

"It's okay, the calming charm at the beginning of the string is very useful."

"That's good, Xian Shou is waiting in the kitchen right now. If you want to leave, young hero, please go to the kitchen to talk to Xian Shou first." Cuishan Xing smiled gently, and did not mention the incident he bumped into last night. Feng Chou Bie felt a little regretful, so he took the initiative to ask: "Can the vast sky raise some animals?"

Cui Shanxing heard what Feng Chou said, and naturally saw his embarrassment. He was considerate and did not say it clearly: "My junior brother who has not returned home until now would also wake up in the middle of the night due to nightmares when he was in Xuanzong. When I woke up with a start, and when I couldn't sleep, I would run into the bamboo forest to catch pheasants to eat. Occasionally I would be bumped into by me and Xianshou and the others, so I got used to it unconsciously."

Speaking of the latter, Cuishan Xing couldn't help but show a sense of nostalgia on his face: "Although people who practice Taoism should be pure in mind and not pay too much attention to the desires of food and drink, if my junior brother can come back, these will not be important. No. It's actually okay to come back, I just hope he can be safe."

The last sentence brought a sigh of deep expectation and helplessness. Feng Chou's heart tingled uncontrollably, but he could only pretend to be a stranger and asked curiously: "Listen to what the Taoist Master said, could it be that it has already happened?" We know the Taoist priest’s whereabouts, but we just can’t call him back?”

"If that's the case, it would be enough to see him safe and sound from a distance. Unfortunately, there is no news so far, and Lian Xian Capital has been unable to find the life star of my junior brother."

"Ah! This... I'm sorry." The fate star disappeared. For most people, it is probably that he is no longer alive, but who calls him the protagonist?

"It doesn't matter, I believe that the junior brother is just having fun for a while. He will come back after he gets tired outside." Cuishan Xing forced a smile and didn't want to talk anymore: "Young hero, let's go to the kitchen first. We can't keep Xian Shou waiting for a long time. .”

"Ah, okay." Feng Chou secretly apologized in his heart, raised his hands and saluted: "Taoist priest, take your leave."

"Young man please."

kitchen.

The moment he stepped into the kitchen, an indescribable burning smell directly brought the absent-minded Fengchou back to his senses. He raised his head and glanced at the kitchen, but found no signs of being burned. The steam was coming from the steamer, probably coming from inside.

Fengchou didn't have to worry about causing a fire if it continued to steam, so he bent down and took out all the firewood that was still burning inside and put it aside.

Faintly feeling that there was someone behind him, Feng Chou turned around and saw the purple-robed Taoist standing behind him indifferently with one hand behind his back, so he saluted and asked, "I heard that Xian Shou is looking for me?"

Cang nodded and took out a handful of drawn calming charms from his hand behind his back: "Cinnabar is not easy to dry when wet with water, so you can only draw so much temporarily. When you are done with it, Young Master Feng can come to Tianbo Haomiao to find me again."

"Ah, that's enough. Thank you Xianshou." Feng Chou took the thick stack of peace charms. The cinnabar on it was still a little wet. It was probably not long after the painting was completed. A warm current slipped through his heart inadvertently. .

Cang nodded and accepted Fengchou's farewell thanks, but stepped forward and took off the lid of the steamer. Although there was a burnt smell, there was a neat row of pastries inside, which looked exactly like the pastries eaten on Baiyun Mountain.

"I asked Cuishan Xing and tried to make some. Do you want to try it, Young Master Feng?" Cang invited with a calm face, as if it was very natural, but he didn't know that doing this would be a big deal in Feng Chou's eyes. How horrifying, looking down at the pastry that looks perfect, it would be even more perfect if there wasn't a lingering burnt smell.

Feng Chou was just thinking about how to refuse, but he caught a glimpse of a pile of failed products secretly hidden in the corner, and his words were swallowed.

Maybe the taste is the most important thing?
Feng Chou reached out and picked up a piece of pastry, and before putting it into his mouth, he quietly looked at Yan Cang's expression, which was still as calm as ever, as if it was really just a whim.

As soon as the pastry was taken into the mouth, an unspeakable bitter taste exploded on the tip of the tongue, staining the entire mouth with bitterness.

If he hadn't known that Cang hadn't met Su Huanzhen at this time, Feng Chou would have almost suspected that the water used by Cang to knead the dough was Su Huanzhen's tea. It turns out that everything on the outside is just clouds, but the inside is the most real!

He was complaining endlessly in his heart, but when he touched Cang's unintentional expression of expectation, he suddenly softened his heart and ate every last bit of pastry in his hand, smiling gratefully: "It tastes pretty good, thank you Xian Shou for taking the trouble."

The expression on his face unconsciously softened, and his tone became a bit softer: "If Young Master Feng likes it, just take a drawer of pastries and leave, so that you can cushion your stomach on the road."

"Okay, thank you Xian Shou for your kindness." My senior brother's wishes must be accepted gladly, even if they are stomach-breaking things.

So Fengchou, who looked grateful and happy on the face, but actually wanted to cry without tears in his heart, quickly left the bounds of the vast sky without carrying the food box full of pastries. Cang suggested that he would come back next time.

It happened that Chuan Yuxiao and Jiufang Qi also got up, and they only heard Feng Chou's praise of the pastries. Besides, they had never seen Cang Xia cook before, so they eagerly took one to try. The pastry was in his mouth. Both of them turned around to get some water to rinse their mouths.

Cuishan Xing also took a piece of pastry to try, and was surprised by the burnt smell before he even took it into his mouth. His expression after taking it... was troubled for a long time. Cuishan Xing said euphemistically: "Xianshou, fire cannot be burned intermittently, and , you seem to have confused salt and sugar."

Cang's calm expression froze, and Chuan Yuxiao said with admiration: "Senior is worthy of being a senior, and I am not as good as I am." Jiu Fangqi was a little worried: "Senior, could it be that you have some problem with your sense of taste?"

Cuishan Xing understood. Jian Cang silently looked at the remaining cakes and interrupted the conversation between the two juniors with a smile: "Go and ask Bai Xuepiao and the others to come over. We can't waste it."

The two usually calm Taoist priests couldn't help but collapse at this moment, but thinking that there was still someone to eat with them, they ran to call for someone.So, Xuanzong Liuxian and Huandou Xingyi ate a few with difficulty, and then went to find some water to rinse their mouths. At the same time, they deeply admired Feng Choubie for being able to praise the delicious taste of pastries.

Remnant forest.

Mu Shaoai, who had not met the owner of the residual forest, brought Qiu Yu in first, planning to wait for the owner of the forest to come back before going to apologize.

After the sword that was attached to the arm was still being cultivated, he was still a little confused when he saw that Qiu Yu's personality had returned to the previous one. Mu Shaoai explained in a low voice: "Qiu Yu is drunk now."

Jianzi looked at the expressionless Qiu Yu below with a sense of novelty. After receiving a look back without any emotion, he subconsciously looked away and joked in a low voice: "After living for so long, this is the first time I have seen someone drunk. Not only will he be so sober in the future, but he will also regain his previous personality."

Mu Shaoai also smiled and said: "They all say that telling the truth after drinking, but with Qiu Yu, it has another effect."

"But it's rare. Please tell me how to make Qiu Yu drunk. I will try it next time I have a chance."

"It's simple, you just have to have a friend who's going through something sad."

……

The two of them started talking almost as if no one else was watching. Although Qiu Yu heard every word, his original indifferent character did not make him take it to heart. He just poured the water originally used to make tea with an expressionless expression. In the cup, he drank it expressionlessly.

After the two of them were almost done joking, they said expressionlessly: "Don't see Kuanghua, the one who broke your arm, is dead." Jianzi couldn't help but was startled, and looked at Mu Shaoai, but heard that Qiu Yu continued to be cold. Leng said: "She died at the hands of the demon world because she put her feelings on someone she shouldn't have. I am responsible for this."

After hearing this, Jianzi naturally guessed what was going on. He didn't know how to reply for a while, so he finally said: "Uh, Qiu Yu, please give me my condolences."

Qiu Yu looked at him with a strange expression and asked, "You don't hate her?"

It turns out it was for this... Jianzi relaxed after learning the meaning of Qiu Yu's words, and his tone became lighter: "It's just a different stance. Besides, my arm has been connected now, and the demon has also Now that I'm gone, holding a grudge in my heart makes me look like a petty person."

Qiu Yu was stunned, but asked seriously: "Aren't you?"

"Hey! I don't like hearing what you say, Qiu Yu. I, Jianzi Xianji, act in an upright and aboveboard manner. When did I have such a small belly?"

"That's it..." Qiu Yu nodded, thought about it for a moment, and said expressionlessly: "Then the money you owed me before..."

"Cough cough cough! Suddenly I feel that the injury in my body has recurred. Qiu Yu, can you have the heart to collect debts from an injured person? You must know that I owe more to Long Su. Look at how many times Long Su has not given generously. It is said that money is something external to the body, Qiu Yu, you must study more like Long Su!" Jianzi advised with sincerity, as if he was thinking about you.

Qiu Yu narrowed his eyes slightly and raised the folding fan in his hand slightly.Jianzi knew in his heart that this was a sign that the other party was going to take action. When they had just met, he had lost his sense in what he said. That was what Qiu Yu did at that time. Then, under the watch of Long Su who seemed to be sympathetic but was actually happy to see it, he was chased by Qiu Yu. He was beaten back to the state of suddenness.

Sure enough, the gentle and polite Qiu Yu before was fake... Jianzi secretly cursed in his heart, but he pretended to moan a few times before Qiu Yu's attack. Seeing this, Qiu Yu softened his expression and put down his hand: "You Get a good rest and don’t go out to show off before your injury is healed.”

"The money I owed before..."

"Ok?"

Qiu Yu's eyes darkened, and Jianzi had to temporarily let go of Xiao Jiujiu in his heart. Although he and Qiu Yu were not familiar with each other before, it was better to have less exposure to his one-for-one personality.

Mu Shaoai, who was on the side, was happy to see the person embarrassed, and asked jokingly: "Now, Jianzi, are you still thinking of finding an opportunity to get Qiu Yu drunk next time?"

Jianzi pretended to be annoyed and retorted a few words, but behind him, he looked at Qiu Yu who was drinking water expressionlessly and sighed longly: "But if Qiu Yu only regains his previous personality after getting drunk, It’s not a problem for me to pay for the wine.”

Mu Shaoai naturally understood the helpless mood. Looking at Qiu Yu's confused expression, he and Jianzi sighed together. After a few brief chats, he heard that the Lord of the Remnant Forest had returned, so he took Qiu Yu with him. Yu said goodbye to Jianzi.

As soon as the Lord of the Remnant Forest and Zilan came back, Zilan excused himself from not sleeping all night and ran away looking for an opportunity.Although Shentu Dongliu wanted to go and spy on her, the dark blue under her eyes didn't seem to be fake, and he didn't want to spy on a little girl while she was sleeping, so he gave up in frustration.

The owner of the residual forest was worried about the strange wound on Zilan's hand. When he heard that a guest had arrived, he planned to let the guest have a good rest and check again when he had the opportunity.

Then he stood up from the wheelchair. Although one foot bone was twisted, it was no different from a normal person. If Zilan saw it here, he would know what the so-called abnormality was.

Shentu Dongliu didn't say much about this, and followed behind him silently, following the master of the residual forest to see Mu Shaoai and Qiu Yu, who came to thank and apologize for breaking the rules.

Over there, Zilan returned to her room, and after letting the surrounding plants help keep watch, she carefully removed the blood-stained bandage.The bone-deep wound on the palm of his hand was exposed to the air. For some reason, blood still slowly flowed out and dripped onto the floor.

Zilan took out a piece of black hair from her waist and quickly dipped it in the blood from the wound. Then she took out a bandage and tied it thickly several times. After making sure that the blood would not seep out for the time being, she gave it a firm blow. Knot.

After doing all this, Zilan looked at the black hair stained with her own blood in her hands, and thought to herself: "With this hair of the forest owner, I should be able to find the relatives that the forest owner has been looking for for so many years."

While talking, the man was lying down on the bed, placing the black hair between his hands, and slowly closing his eyes.

But he saw a shower of peach blossoms falling around the bed, and the black hair turned into a white butterfly and flew out from Zilan's hand. Then, a transparent figure separated from Zilan's body and chased the butterfly.

(End of this chapter)