Lan Ke Qi Yuan Chapter 170: You are partial!

Qingsong Taoist master and apprentice are not fools after all. Although Mr. Ji didn't say anything clearly, it is obvious enough whether these two brocade-robed men are mortals.

This era is not like the one in my previous life, where there were not so many reliable means of transportation. A bighead carp weighing several dozen kilograms from the Tongtian River was carried up the mountain alive, and its face could not be seen clearly. No matter what, it looked like a fairy.

Thanks to this big fish, the kitchen in Yunshanguan was bustling with excitement from killing the fish to cooking it.

Thanks to the big enough stove and pot, otherwise it would be difficult to cook that big fish head.

When it was time to have dinner, apart from vegetables, fruits and some bacon, the highlight was naturally all fish.

The wild old **** in the mountains is combined with the fresh sour cabbage purchased by the people at the foot of the mountain, plus old peppercorns and a variety of spices called chili peppers to create a salty and slightly spicy fish head soup.

An Eight Immortals table was placed in the front yard of the Taoist temple. Apart from the dishes arranged in a circle, the most eye-catching thing was a big pot.

That's right, because they didn't have a big enough bowl and didn't want to damage the integrity of the fish soup, Qingsong Taoist master and apprentice used a spare pot as a serving utensil, placed four suitable stones on it, and served it directly on the table.

This way of eating is relatively novel, and the seasoning is really good. With today's good mood bonus, Lao Long doesn't feel it, but Long Zi Yingfeng eats heartily, and feels that Taoist Qingsong's cooking skills are indeed good. passable.

For the two dragons, this meal is just a taste. It is impossible to feel full.

The food was home-cooked, and the wine was the local wine that Huang Xingye served that day. It was not a rare thing, but the atmosphere was better than that of the Shuifu birthday banquet. I just listened to Taoist Qingsong's stories of fortune-telling. , also makes the dinner table interesting.

By the time we had enough wine and food, it was already completely dark.

The father and son of the Ying family were chatting with Ji Yuan in the Guanzhong courtyard until late at night. The main conversation was between Ji Yuan and Lao Long. A reserve of all kinds of strange knowledge from the previous life was put there, plus the mood and perception of this life. , can say a few words about anything, and has his own opinions and opinions on everything based on his own conduct and experience.

Ji Yuanhui can't help but ask about things he doesn't know but is interested in, such as the current situation in various regions in the ten directions, and listen to Lao Long's views on some things.

Old Long would also ask what he wanted to know out of curiosity. For example, he casually mentioned the sword mark on the edge of Chunhui Mansion in Jizhou. Although the words were simple, they made both Long Zi and the two Taoists fascinated.

Of course, topics sometimes fly around. For example, because Ji Yuan casually mentioned the fish for dinner, it turned to how to cook water essence like Yin Qiaozi, which is also a bit off-topic.

Ji Yuan was interested in chatting. Whether it was his own curious questions or some discussion topics, Old Long could talk a few words. Ever since he came to this world, it was rare that he could chat so freely. He felt that Old Long was also able to talk. Almost the same mentality.

What's even more rare is that both of them have no worries about any minor details. They can show their true temperaments when talking to each other. They can talk about whatever they want. They can criticize immortals and despise other dragons.

Afterwards, we talked about everything from the stars, the sun and the moon to the growth of all things, from demons and monsters going astray to the correct path, from the change of dynasties to the rise and fall of aristocratic families.

Some truths will inevitably get stuck at the end of the discussion. At this time, those who are lucky enough to think about fate will recall one or two of Huang Ting's moral words from the previous life. If they blurt them out, their meaning will become apparent, and the conversation will become more and more interesting today. There is a feeling of discussing mysteries and Taoism.

As we got to the back, even Long Ziyingfeng didn't dare to interrupt casually, but just listened carefully.

……

"Ah...oh...I'm sleepy, I'm sleepy...Mr. Ji, you guys chat, I want to go to bed."

"Well, me too..."

The yawns from the two people put the topic on hold.

Qi Xuan and Qi Wen could only understand a little bit about many things, and most of them were confused. At first, they could sit with them out of curiosity, but now they can no longer hold back their sleepiness.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't go, don't go. It's good to hear. You two Taoists don't know what's good or bad. Do you know that tonight, there are so many high-ranking guys in the world who can't even ask for it? ”

Long Zi Yingfeng forced Taoist Qingsong and Qi Wen to leave. The two yawning people had no choice but to ask Ji Yuan for help. They were not fools. Of course they could distinguish some of the strange contents, but it was fine at first. The more I listened to it later, the more my head started to grow. I really couldn’t hold it anymore.

"Let them go to sleep. The two Taoist priests are no stronger than you, Your Highness."

After Ji Yuan said this, Long Zi had no choice but to let go of his hand and looked at Qi Xuan and Qi Wen with a look of regret.

As soon as the two people left, Long Zi, who was fully expecting to continue listening, found that his father and Uncle Ji had stopped talking.

Old Long slowly stood up and cupped his hands towards Ji Yuan.

"Mr. Tongji talked freely all night, and I benefited a lot!"

Ji Yuan also stood up and returned the gift solemnly.

"Ji also gained a lot from each other."

Longzi was slightly dazed, looking at the colors in the east. Although it was still gray, he felt that dawn was approaching, and it turned out that the night had passed without him realizing it.

At this moment, Lao Long and Ji Yuan have both left the table.

"It's almost time, and it's time for me to say goodbye. Next time I make new ambergris, I will be the first to come and drink with Mr. Ji."

"Well, next time I will also go to Yuanzi Shop to buy some old Qiannichun and let the old man taste it."

“It’s a deal!”

“It’s a deal!”

Old Long smiled broadly and looked at Long Zi who was still at the table.

"What are you still doing? Let's go!"

"Oh, ah? Dad, why are you leaving in such a hurry? There is a sister at Tongtian River, and you are not the God of the River."

Old Long shook his head, and ordered him to grab Long Zi and fly away. If he were to stay, his son would probably be too shameless to ask for trouble.

Ji Yuan watched Long Ying fly away and felt extremely comfortable. After chatting all night, Lao Long said that he had benefited a lot, and it was even more so when he was planning someone.

I plan to go see the sunrise, but there is one more thing before that.

Ji Yuan jumped lightly, and walked out of Yunshan Temple like floating catkins, and landed straight in front of a bush beside the kitchen outside the temple. He bent down and reached under the bush to feel around, and then he picked out two A small thing with grayish-white fur.

It was two minks that had not recovered from their old injuries and had already fallen asleep.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you two are also very lucky, but if you are eaten by bobcats and beasts while you are sleeping here, it will be too miserable. Let's sleep somewhere else."

He stood up again and jumped into Yunshan Temple. Ji Yuan used his soft strength to throw the two minks into the Taoist kitchen and under the pile of firewood. He walked on the clouds to Yunshan Sun Peak. And go.

When the sky is clear, watch the sun rise above the sea of ​​clouds. The power of the sun causes the heart fire to become strong. The heart fire causes the stomach earth. The stomach earth breeds the lung metal. The lung metal transforms into the kidney water. The kidney water nourishes the liver wood. The five elements reciprocate. Endless life...

Ji Yuan consciously practiced diligently without any hindrance, practicing in Yunshan Mountain to experience the magical magic, sometimes at Yanxia Peak, sometimes at Guanri Peak, and sometimes at other peaks.

Sometimes in the early morning, the sea of ​​clouds rises and the white mist rises. Sometimes, in the evening, I experience the changes in yin and yang when the lunar sun is balanced.

When no one is bothering me and there are no distractions, it often takes several days to experiment with an idea of ​​using the breeze to convey the spirit. Ji Yuan will even walk on the clouds to chase a breeze like a child, hoping to recreate the essence of the spirit.

And constantly trying to draw out the true fire of Samadhi is not something that happens overnight.

Ji Yuan spends a small amount of time watching and sleeping in Yunshan Mountain, and most of the time sits directly in the mountain. It's not that he doesn't want to sleep on the bed, but because he realizes the mystery of the magic and it's easy to lose track of time, and he really "forgets sleeping and eating."

Sometimes if you are not careful, time will jump by a decade. A year and a half have passed in a blink of an eye, and Ji Yuan has to sigh: "There are no years in the mountains."

During this period, there were also trivial matters such as Huang Xingye's visit to Yunshan Temple again, but they had nothing to do with Jiyuan.

As a party involved in the evil-seeking incident, Huang Xingye still had a lot of troubles. Even if Huang Xingye did not intend to publicize the matter of ghosts and gods without special instructions from the landowner, the fact that Chu Mingcai died in the Huang family still had to be I need to give an explanation to the Changchuan Mansion, and at the same time, I also need to deal with the government's corresponding matters.

Even though there were some troublesome and disturbing things in the middle, Huang Xingye still felt at peace in general. After all, the danger to his life was gone.

When everything was over, Huang Xingye once again took people to visit Yunshan to express his gratitude. Even though he knew that the person who went down the mountain with him was not Qingsong Taoist, he still sought a savior from Yunshan. The etiquette was indispensable, and he made up his mind to meet him. I send gifts to Yunshan during every year and festival...

As spring passes and summer solstice begins, cicadas chirp, and summer passes and autumn comes, the golden breeze rises.

It was the second autumn of Jiyuan Yunshan's Qing Dynasty. Far away in Ning'an County, Desheng Prefecture, Jizhou, this year in Ju'an Xiaoge, the jujube trees were blooming again but not bearing fruit.

In fact, the jujube tree in Ju'an Xiaoge was in full bloom last year but produced very few fruits. Yin Qing climbed up the tree countless times and counted the jujubes still on the branches. , there are less than a hundred fruits.

These jujube fruits are all big, red and very attractive, especially the earliest batch of jujubes saved two years ago, which are as bright as fire. Sometimes Yin Qing will mistakenly think that the jujubes have a shimmer at night.

On this day, Yin Qing sat on the stone table in Ju'an's small pavilion and read a book, because under the jujube tree, he felt that it was easier to concentrate and breathe more freely, and in this summer and autumn, there were always people under the jujube tree. There was a weak breeze blowing, which was very cool.

Yin Qing had already memorized a book called "Etiquette" by heart. She put down the book and looked up at the attractive dates on the jujube tree.

"Hey... you haven't allowed me to pick one for almost two years. How stingy... My father was a top scholar with three yuan, but in the end he failed to stay in the capital and went to Wanzhou to become a prefect and find a book. Yuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com My mother went to Wanzhou together, but I couldn’t go. I went. Who will clean the house and the small pavilion, and who will take care of the jujube tree? You, I have worked so hard, and you can’t give me anything. Let me eat some dates to comfort you!”

Yin Qing chirped and said that the jujube tree just swayed with the breeze and did not respond, just like an ordinary fruit tree.

"Hey...I'm going to the academy in a while. I can't see you every day. I can only come back once every half a month. Hey..."

Sighing, Yin Qing quietly raised his head again, the jujube tree was still swaying in the wind.

"Well, you are a jujube tree with a heart of stone, but no, you have a wooden head!"

While he was talking bitterly, when Yin Qing lowered his head, he suddenly noticed a flash of red coming from the half-open courtyard door.

"Little fox!"

A sound of surprise came out of Yin Qing's mouth. Before he could say the next sentence, he suddenly found a fiery red jujube falling and hitting the fox's head.

"咚~"

The red fox immediately jumped away as if frightened, holding his head and looking up, only to see another jujube enlarged in front of his eyes.

"咚~"

"Woo..."

The fox rubbed its nose with its fleshy paws, and before it could take a breath, there were three more "dong dong dong..." sounds above its head.

Yin Qing stared at this scene dumbfounded, pointing at the jujube tree with trembling fingers.

"You...you are partial! You are too partial!"