Lan Ke Qi Yuan: Extra: The Unbroken Past 23

The topic about Mr. Ji passed quickly. It’s not that everyone didn’t want to hear more, but there wasn’t much to say, and the interesting “unofficial history” stories heard from hearsay were nothing to talk about, so everyone’s focus quickly returned to Arrived at the Dharma gathering.

At this moment, an expert is preaching in the center of the sea of ​​clouds, and his voice spreads throughout the sea of ​​clouds. Although it is not suitable for everyone, it is a profound truth that can make others connect with each other and confirm each other.

Mihuang was also listening carefully, but after all, the preacher’s teachings were not in line with his approach. In addition, he was also calculating his own affairs and was a little absent-minded. He kept playing with the beads in his hand. After rubbing it for a long time, he took out the largest pearl from the string of beads and threw it away.

The pearl turned into a lightless ripple and flew out of the attic. The people around it were all profound, but not many people noticed this light. Some people who noticed it just looked sideways, and some didn't react at all. .

The ripple flew directly to the edge of the Luxuan Cloud Sea, flew into the hands of a heavenly monk, and became a shining pearl again.

This is considered to be a message. After checking it, the monk used his fingers to draw a few inscriptions on the Dharma light in the air, and then sent it out into the sea of ​​Luxuan clouds. Messages like this also appeared from time to time during the Dharma assembly. Sent out, so it is not surprising. After all, there are always people who do not want to leave the Dharma assembly and suddenly want to send a message. It is normal behavior to use a magical instrument to send a message.

The pearl flew out again and soon arrived at the Tianmen. After identifying the seal, the Tianmen's light flashed slightly and allowed it to fly out of the heaven. The two gatekeepers looked at it without squinting, as if they didn't even look at it. .

A hundred miles after flying out of the Tianmen, the speed of the pearl continued to increase. After flying for an unknown period of time, the pearl had already flown above the Jiaoye Mountain. It stayed in the air for a while and then immediately flew downwards.

The pearl flew past the place where the thunder had fallen before, and finally flew to the mountain temple. The next moment, the light above the pearl extended outwards, and soon turned into a person who looked similar to Mi Huang, except that The color is vermilion, and there are vermilion lines on the eyebrows that look like flames, and the clothes are more solemn and gorgeous.

"La la la..."

The man stretched his body and let out a comfortable groan. There was a crackling sound on his body, and a divine light was born behind him, which coated the surface of his body with a faint brilliance.

The man's eyes swept around the mountain temple, and finally landed on the statue of the mountain god. After looking at it for a while, he nodded slightly and opened his mouth to cast a spell to transmit his voice.

"Please ask this Fangshan God to appear and speak."

The sound came from far away, following the terrain involved in the mountain temple, and extended to Gong Weng's ears. The latter had been nervous and in a state of constant preparation. At this moment, he heard The voice of "Please God" suddenly disappeared.

A few breaths later, the mountain **** appeared in his temple. When he saw the person in front of him who looked like an expert, he immediately raised his hands and saluted.

"Little God Gong Muhua, have you ever seen an immortal?"

The man with red hair looked at the mountain **** and said with a smile.

"The Thunder Department of the Heaven Realm is very dissatisfied with your previous blocking of the thunder, but there is no need to worry, your calamity is not here, I have taken care of it, and no gods will come to question you."

Gong Muhua trembled slightly, looked up at the man, bowed and gave a big salute. The man nodded slightly and accepted the salute, then turned and left.

The mountain **** with a premonition looked behind him expectantly, but the other party didn't say anything more and couldn't help but speak.

"The Immortal..."

The red-haired man paused, turned around and said something.

"I forgot to mention it. I shouldn't have come forward in this matter. Well, don't tell Hu Yun that I was here."

"Yes!"

Gong Muhua responded quickly, but he couldn't help the excitement in his heart. He didn't get a response last time, so he planned to ask again this time.

"The immortal, the little **** dares to ask, how can the little **** achieve perfection?"

The man thought for a moment and smiled.

"You can't tell! It was Hu Yuntong who talked a lot to you? I would like to remind her, how much did she talk about, but where is she at this moment?"

Gong Muhua quickly shook his head in denial.

"Immortal, Immortal Hu Yun never said much. Please don't misunderstand me. I was only slightly interested in Empress She Ji, so I talked a little, but she left without listening. Now she should be returning. Went to Ning'an County to see Sun Yiqiu."

Sun Yiqiu?

The red-haired man looked inappropriate and nodded calmly.

"I believe in you. That's fine. Just pretend I've never been here. Remember, practice well and we'll meet again by fate!"

After saying this, the red-haired man stepped out of the mountain temple and disappeared into a stream of light, leaving only the mountain **** in the mountain temple who was a little excited and a little sad.

On the other side, the red-haired man had already fled in the direction of Ning'an County. At the same time, he was thinking rapidly in his mind. Of course, he had never heard of the name of Ning'an County. It is the hometown of the literary saint and is known as the origin of the world's literary heritage. So it is indeed not surprising that Hu Yun went to Ning'an County.

‘Sun Yiqiu? ’

The red-haired man thought about it and realized that this was a very crucial person.

In the afternoon of that day, the red-haired man had already arrived in Ning'an County. He did not fly directly into the county, but turned into a scholar outside the county, and caught a carriage on the way and slowly drove into Ning'an County.

What kind of foreigners come to Ning'an County the most? There is no doubt that he is a scholar.

Not long after entering Ning'an County, the red-haired man got off the carriage, thanked the coachman and walked to Miao Sifang, where he worshiped Wensheng Temple, looked at Miao Sifang, ate pastries from Louwailou, and drank Huadiao brewed in Ning'an County. , and then visit the so-called hometown of literary saints composed of a large group of mansions designated by the government...

The man was on a pilgrimage and playing in Ning'an County. It took him three or four days to reach the street outside Tianniufang. He saw the signboard of Sun's Noodle Stall from a distance, and walked over with a smile.

The voice has already passed before anyone arrived.

“I heard that Sun’s Braised Noodles have been passed down for a long time, and even literary saints ate them, but is it true?”

"Come on, come on, please come in!"

Sun Yiqiu cordially asked the visitor to sit down and replied proudly.

"What the guest said is absolutely true. The craftsmanship of our Sun family has been passed down for dozens of generations. Master Wen Sheng also tasted it back then. You will know how good it tastes when you try it. Many regular customers remember this taste. , if you have been away from home for a long time and the first thing you do when you come back is to reunite with your family, you will come here to eat noodles! ”

"Yiqiu, don't be poor. Sir, I made you laugh. What do you want to eat? Our shop is small and only serves braised noodles and some braised noodles."

The red-haired man glanced at Sun Yiqiu.

"Do you have any recommendations from the store?"

"How about a bowl of braised noodles and a bowl of offal, as many regular customers eat like this."

"Okay, as you said, let's have a bowl of offal and a bowl of braised noodles!"

"Okay!"

Sun and his son were making noodles and pouring tea. The red-haired man was observing the two of them back and forth without leaving a trace. Suddenly, his heart moved slightly. He looked sideways and saw two big yellow dogs coming from behind. Pass by the stall.

'Interesting, it seems to be true! ’

The noodles were ready, and the scholar immediately began to taste them and praised them profusely. After eating and paying, he chatted for a while before leaving without any delay.

For several days, the scholar came to eat noodles, either in the morning or at noon, sometimes two meals, sometimes one meal. He got to know the Sun family a lot. By the evening of the fourth day, the scholar came to chat with the Sun family and his son. When they close the stall.

"Mr. Hong, we have to close the stall. Let's continue talking about outside matters tomorrow."

"Hahaha, I accidentally forgot the time, may I help you?"

Sun’s father also shouted over there.

"Don't bother Mr. Hong, Yiqiu, please move quickly and stop chatting."

"Yes yes yes!"

The scholar quickly stood up and made way for Yiqiu to clear up the tables and stools. Then he watched them fold the oilcloth, arrange the things, and stack the things on the cabinet cart like an Arhat.

When the cabinet car started to move and turned, the scholar's eyes flashed and he keenly noticed a wooden sign on the inside of the cabinet car. The moment he saw it, he was shocked.

‘Keep a copy? The aura of this technique is so strong and the artistic conception is extraordinary, but you have never noticed it before? Is it left by Wen Sheng? Or... Mr. Ji? ’

"Hey? The magic on this wooden sign is very wonderful. Whose calligraphy is it?"

The man showed the interest expected of a scholar and quickly took a few steps closer to take a closer look. Sun Yiqiu answered with a smile.

"Oh, this is passed down from our ancestors. We have a rule at our stall. No matter how good the business is, we must keep a copy of the materials. It is also based on this brand."

"Uh, why did he stay?"

The scholar was curious. Sun Yiqiu scratched his head, but Sun's father spoke first.

"Hahaha, Mr. Hong, this brand has been passed down for dozens of generations. Now it is just a symbol. I no longer remember who it was for, and it has no meaning."

“Oh, indeed, it’s just that, isn’t it a waste of pasta?”

"Of course we should go home and eat it."

"That's troublesome, I have to eat it every day, hahahaha, oh, I'm so young."

Sun’s father answered with a smile.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, look for Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com What Mr. Hong said is not bad, it is true, but we are all used to it, so today we are."

"Okay, let's come back for noodles tomorrow. I'll take my leave first!"

Mr. Hong bowed his hands in salute and looked not far away. Sun Yiqiu was already heading towards another cabinet truck. Over there was an old man and a girl. He was talking and laughing very intimately with the girl.

The scholar smiled, shook his head slightly, then turned and left, muttering regrets in his mouth.

"Hey, it's a pity that this calligraphy is an ancestral property of the Sun family. It will definitely not be sold. I don't know which famous artist it is. It may even be left by the Wen Sheng. Well, that's not right. If it was left by the Wen Sheng. , I’m afraid it would have been taken away by the court long ago..."

The scholar returned to the inn all the way, greeted the waiter, washed up and went to bed normally. At midnight, he left the fake body on the bed, and then quietly escaped into the underworld.

Many of the official written records of Ning'an County in the Yang world are incomplete. Insect infestation, rat gnawing, damp rot, man-made disasters and other reasons make this more so as time goes by. If you want to read the complete Ning'an County Chronicle, the Yin Division is the best place. ideas.