Nightfall Chapter 22: Look at each other and weary (middle)

Ning Que won't let Ning Que see the cliff, but Ning Que wants to see it. He stared at the clouds and mist between the cliffs and the looming stone windows between the gatherings and dispersal. His eyes became sore and sore. In the end, he seemed to have been hit by a sword. No matter how difficult it was to support, he closed his eyes and began to cry. He looked extremely sad when he opened his eyes. It's red and swollen like a peach.

He didn’t know the name of the formation between the cliffs, but he really felt the magic of this formation. He thought that Dao Sect really deserves to be the first school in the world, with a profound foundation. Although it has been a little decayed over the years, At least there is no sign around Xiling Temple.

The formation between the cliffs is to prevent people from peeping into the heavy ground of the secluded pavilion. As long as you keep a sufficient distance or don't insist on seeing through the cloud, it will not produce too terrible lethality.

Ning Que is not afraid, just thinking that the formation of Xiling Temple is so powerful, and the formation in Zhishou Temple is even more amazing. In the late autumn of last year, the big brother went to Zhishou Guan. If Chen Pippi hadn't done anything in the Zhishou Guan in advance, it would be difficult for him to enter the Guan, not to mention the sacred books in the Zhishou Guan, which entangled the viewer. Long time.

I don't know how Chen Pipi is now. He looked at the flowing clouds and the sunny sun between the cliffs of Taoshan, and he missed his best friend in the world. Then he thought of Chen Pipi’s father, who had been cut out of Chang’an City by him with thousands of knives. Now he does not know the life or death of Guanzhu. There is no news from him whether it is Tang Kingdom or Xiling Temple. He doesn’t know that the great figure is Hui. After Zhi Shouguan, he was already dead on the journey home, becoming an icy corpse in the straw mat.

Ning Que hasn’t seen the little uncle, and the master is the most powerful human being he has seen after the teacher. At this time, recalling the battle on Chang’an Xue Street, I still have awe, if so powerful. The human beings disappeared into the long river of history silently. He welcomes such an ending, but he will regret it.

Leaving the edge of the cliff, passing through the peach blossoms of thousands of trees and returning to the Tianyuyuan Shudian, he went around picking up the temple maintenance files of the old year, trying to find some clues about the formation on the cliff, but he did not gain much . When he woke up from the sea of ​​books, it was too early, but there was a feeling of hunger in his belly. Then he remembered that he didn't eat breakfast today, and he walked into the kitchen and looked at the rice dishes but didn't want to do it.

Since Sangsang grew up, he seldom cooks himself, especially now in the Xiling Temple. Whenever he stands in front of the stove and looks at the Huanghuang Temple outside the window, he feels very annoyed.

However, people always have to eat. Even in his current state, it is not a big deal if the grains are not fed for more than ten days, but the psychological and spiritual needs must be met. Just then he remembered that last summer, when the Master took him and Sangsang to the Western Tombs, he had taken himself to eat a good thing.

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There is a stone bridge with flowing water outside the town, and the scenery is beautiful. You can see Taoshan more than 20 miles away when you look up, but this is not the right way, so there are not many believers who come to worship the mountain.

There is an old man with wrinkles in the shop opposite the Taoist Temple. There are several iron barrels sealed with yellow mud on the door of the shop, and some broken barrels exude a sweet and greasy fragrance from the edges. The old man was drinking, and his fingers full of yellow calluses pinched a pinch of peanuts into his lips to chew. The wrinkles on his face were full of black ash, and the ash floating in the iron bucket had accumulated for decades. It's clean.

An ordinary carriage stopped in front of the shop. The white-clothed girl stared at those tin buckets, a little curious, wondering what kind of sweet potato was baked inside, how could it be so sweet and so fragrant, even some people would eat it in the hot summer, so even the saint had to leave Taoshan to buy it?

They came a little later, and the roasted sweet potatoes were bought by two deacons from the Temple of Heavenly Oracle, so they had to wait outside the shop. The process of waiting was really boring.

Sangsang was sitting in the carriage. She didn’t feel bored. In her opinion, the emotion of boredom is a boring emotion that only humans have. For her, time is just the sequence of things happening, not meaning, and Her time has always been useful. For example, looking at the heat and fragrance coming out of the roasted sweet potato bucket through the curtain, she is actually feeling those thermal rules, that is to say, feeling herself. If someone knows what she is doing at this time, she will definitely think that she is very narcissistic, but in fact, she does not even have such an emotion as narcissism now.

More than a dozen guardian cavalrymen from Xiling Temple escorted a priest from outside the town. Seeing their direction, they should cross the stream and head back to Taoshan.

The priest is He Mingchi.

He studied under Li Qingshan, the national teacher of the Tang Dynasty, and was the most important person in the Xiling Temple in the Tang Dynasty. Chang'an Blood Fire was his method. The most important thing was that he destroyed the Jingshen Array in Chang'an. When teaching rewards, he alone is more important than Xiling Temple Cavalry combined.

Xiling Shrine knew that He Mingchi must be the object Tang Guohe wanted to kill most. When the temple negotiated with Tang Guo, they consciously did not include his safety in the conditions, because they understood that Tang Guo, especially the academy fundamentally It was impossible to accept this condition, so after the war, for safety's sake, the temple sent He Mingchi to the south to avoid the limelight for a while, and only now let him return to Taoshan.

Sangsang looked at He Mingchi in the distance through the car curtain. There was no emotion on her face, but there was an extremely disgusting emotion in her body for some reason. She knew that this person was extremely loyal to herself, and she was the teacher. A faithful friend of the loyal dog will be given a heavy responsibility after returning to the temple, but she just hates this person.

In fact, she didn't know why, she knew why she hated the ant in the red robe, but she didn't accept this reason, so she thought she didn't know, then she didn't know.

The sweet potatoes were finally baked. The old man squinted his eyes and took out three hot sweet potatoes with his bare hands. He didn't seem to feel the hotness from his fingers at all, and wrapped them in paper and handed them to the girl in white standing in front of the shop.

The girl in white took the money from her waist and put it down, holding the hot sweet potato back to the carriage, raising the curtain and passing one in, and then handing the remaining two to her companion.

The whip sound was crisp, the wheel sounded gradually, and then suddenly stopped.

The girl in white stopped the carriage. Because she felt the irresistible will from the carriage, she and her companions sat quietly in front of the carriage, waiting for what might happen.

After a while, a young man wearing the costume of the temple walked to the shop and looked at the old man and asked: "Your store has really been open for a thousand years?"

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Ning Que saw the ordinary carriage outside the shop, but didn't care much, but when he saw the two girls built like snow, he couldn't help but think of his former little black maid, and silently thought, since It’s for the host’s work. Black is better than white. No matter how you clean it, it won’t show up dirty, isn’t it?

The old man squinted his eyes and said: "My grandpa's grandpa's grandpa's..."

Ning Que was not ready to listen to him memorizing the ancestral tree, and took out the copper plate and said: "Bring me three."

The old man said: "My sweet potatoes are so big, you can't finish three of them alone."

Ning Que's purchase of three sweet potatoes was purely a subconscious behavior—the teacher, one for himself, and one for Sangsang. He understood this and said, "Those two are good."

The old man took out two sweet potatoes with his bare hands and passed them to him, put the copper plate away, and started drinking again.

The Master once said that when eating sweet potatoes in the hot summer, you must eat it while it is hot, just like eating ice in winter. What you seek is the ultimate in the ultimate, the excitement in the stimulation.

Ning Que is not a pure filial disciple. He has forgotten a lot of what the teacher said, but he has not forgotten all the things the teacher said about eating, because he insisted that he be the greatest person in the world Compared with this title, the title of the world's greatest gourmet is more suitable for teachers.

He held the sweet potato and sat on the threshold, squeezing the skin of the potato slightly with his fingers. The red and yellow soft potato flesh was steaming and exposed in the midsummer air, and the sweet smell filled the surroundings.

He endured the hotness and began to eat the potato meat, sticking out his tongue.

In the carriage, Sangsang looked at the man on the threshold through the curtain. There was no emotion on her face, she was absolutely indifferent, but she herself did not notice that the sweet potato in her hand was crushed.

She frowned in disgust, looked at the steaming potato meat, raised her hand to take a bite, and then began to eat, seemingly not feeling any heat at all.

The small town in the deep summer is hot but quiet. The cicadas screamed on the tree behind the house. The cicadas who had finished their nap began to celebrate the half-hour meeting with their companions.

He sits on the threshold and eats sweet potatoes.

She was sitting in the carriage eating sweet potatoes.

There is a thin curtain in between.

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It was quiet in front of the sweet potato shop. The old man drank a few glasses of wine and chewed three pinches of peanuts. When he was slightly boiled, he tapped the rim of the barrel with his gray fingers and began to hum.

Ning Que sat on the threshold and listened to the song, although it was simple, but it was a bit pleasant, especially since the word was common, but it had a bit of meaning when it was carefully tasted, and he gradually became fascinated.

"On the line of picking hatchets, I was terrified of the moving mountain ghost. The rain beat the banana leaves, and the cicada from last year fell on the shoes. The vines went up, and the ridicule on the cloud came from the monkey's mouth. Jing Xian For many years, Tao Fan under the rotten leaves has accumulated old ashes. Hongluodongyuan, Baixue regarded the paw prints as a burden. Looking at the sky, the clouds disappear like clouds."

Ning Que held the sweet potato and said startledly: "Something interesting."

When the guests praised, the old man became more and more proud, his singing voice gradually became louder, but the tone suddenly became calmer, as if people in the countryside were talking.

"Chopping wood for fences and planting three peach trees. Picking weeds for rice, then brewing two urns of sake as light as water. Picking flowers and twisting juice makes the bride’s eyebrows drunk. The sound of firecrackers makes the old house crying and the new one never feel tired. Xiaolu Yoyo, ask Xiaoya to cut a few plums and heat two pots of wine. Remember those childhood sweethearts, who could bear to abandon a cup?"

Ning Que remembered that last summer, in front of the shop in this small town, the teacher and her were still with her, but now she was alone, and she couldn't help feeling sentimental.

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(These two paragraphs are from the twenty-seven glasses of wine that I made up at the request of a reader a few days ago. Please refer to the book review section for the full text. I didn’t pay attention when I wrote it. I found that I was writing after I finished writing. Jiang Ye. Then this chapter is really tiring. If you are not capable and have high demands on yourself, you can only squeeze yourself constantly. There is still a chapter today. I don’t know when I can write it. .) (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to subscribe (this site), rewards, and your support is my biggest motivation.)