Lan Ke Qi Yuan: Extra: The Unbroken Past 7

Zao Niang saw Lu Shanjun, and the latter naturally saw her. The latter and Qingfeng landed on the stone platform together, nodding slightly to each other as a greeting.

"I haven't seen you for many years. Are you okay with the tiger?"

"While practicing, I suddenly felt sleepy. I had a dream for thirty years, and when I woke up, it was already the end of the year!"

Lu Shanjun didn't answer the question. He looked out into the distance outside the mountain with emotion, looking in the direction of Ning'an County. The lights, which were slightly dim compared to the big city, were a place of peace of mind.

"Zao Niang!"

As soon as Mr. Lu Shan finished speaking, a cry of surprise rang out, and a red shadow swept quickly from the bottom of the mountain, and in a moment he had turned over on the stone platform.

The person who came had a graceful and youthful figure, and his movements were full of energy, like a bright flame. The flame was still burning when it stopped. It was Hu Yun with a happy face.

"Little fox!"

Zao Niang was also very happy and couldn't help but take a few steps forward.

“I’ve seen a tiger!”

"Yeah."

Lu Shanjun responded, looked at Hu Yun for a few times and then shook his head slightly.

"I haven't improved much in my cultivation, but I have paid more attention to my appearance."

"Pfft..."

Zao Niang couldn't help but laugh. Although Hu Yun was wearing a red Confucian shirt and a bun, his fringed sideburns, softly curly black hair, and his delicate face under the bangs, There is an air of heroic beauty that makes many women feel ashamed.

Hu Yun grinned and muttered softly.

"You think everyone is you, it's so perverted to practice..."

"Huh?"

Lu Shanjun turned his face slightly, making Hu Yun seem to see the shadow of a tiger behind his calm face, which frightened Hu Yun.

"I mean, I'm going to grow a beard next time."

Zao Niang thought about that scene and immediately shook her head.

"Don't, it's best if you let nature take its course."

"Indeed, actually I thought so too. By the way, Zaoniang, I just went to Ju'an Xiaoge to look for you, and found that you were not there. I didn't expect you to be here, and the tiger is also here. It's the husband who is back. ”

Zao Niang smiled and shook her head slightly.

"Since you are here, let's go back to the small pavilion together, and I will make nectar tea for you."

"Okay, let's go!"

Hu Yun transformed directly into a cloud-riding red fox and disappeared into the distance in a flash.

"Tiger please!"

After Lu Shanjun handed over, he and Zao Niang walked away in the wind, blowing into the sky over Ning'an County, and soon arrived in front of the small pavilion.

Over the years, even if it is a peaceful place, Ning'an County has changed a lot, but the area where Ju'an Pavilion is located seems to have changed independently. It is still a quiet alley and a peaceful pavilion.

Lu Shanjun raised his head and looked at the courtyard gate. Ji Yuan's inscription was clearly visible, but the seemingly weathered plaque had remained unchanged under the erosion of time.

Zao Niang opened the door in person. In the cold weather of the twelfth lunar month, the jujube trees in the courtyard had both fruits and flowers. There were also bees busy among the trees. Plus there was some snow in the courtyard, it was winter and spring.

Rather than entering the house, the three of them preferred to gather under the tree, and the topic they talked about was naturally related to fate.

"Tiger, I haven't seen you for a long time. Have you seen him?"

Hu Yun drank honey tea and ate jujube cakes, pastries and tea in his mouth. A burst of flame-like light flashed across his face. He looked very charming and charming. Lu Shanjun frowned slightly, but he still answered Hu Yun's question. .

"After I woke up, I heard Lao Niu say that he seemed to have met the Master on the coast of Beihai a few years ago. Although he was not sure, it felt very similar, but he could not confirm it. When I rushed there, he had already met the Master. Can't find it."

"How many more years can you, sir, stay where you are?"

Hu Yun complained, and Zao Niang on the side rolled her eyes and smiled.

"With Mr.'s temper, I really can't say for sure."

"Yes, I thought so too. By the way, Lao Niu also mentioned you to me and said he would take you to get together some other time."

Lu Shanjun's expression was inappropriate, but he said "casually" full of malice. Hu Yun, who was chewing jujube cake, paused for a moment, then trembled slightly, and whispered with some fear.

"Alright, I still don't want it...Uh, by the way, Zao Niang, how long have you been out and what were you doing?"

Zao Niang then put down her tea cup and elaborated on the recent events. When she finished speaking, Hu Yun already spoke with some indignation.

"Okay, where does the evil thing come from? I dare to plot against the descendants of the Sun family. I really don't know how to write the word "death", but if the love between a man and a concubine is really good, a love between a human and a demon will be achieved, Mr. You don’t know how to beat a mandarin duck, you say so, tiger!”

Hu Yun knows Bai Ruo's story, and has met many kind-hearted monsters. He still has good thoughts and wishes for the love between humans and monsters. After all, listening to Zao Niang's description just now, the monster doesn't look that bad. Vicious.

But what surprised both Zao Niang and Hu Yun was that Lu Shanjun had no reaction when he heard this. He just sipped the tea quietly and spoke slowly after a long time.

"It is not easy to pass on good fortune to many generations. The shadow of our ancestors cannot be immortal forever, but since we have bumped into each other, we cannot ignore it. Let's see."

Today, the Sun family has long forgotten who the remaining materials at the stall are for, and the formalism left behind will not last long. In fact, Sun's noodle stall has been closed a long time ago, but there are always people learning the craft, or The surname was passed down to other people or re-established by the Sun family. It was not completely passed down continuously and would eventually disappear.

Lu Shanjun put down the tea cup, ripples rippled in the tea cup, and some pictures seemed to be reflected in the ripples. The courtyard was grand and the house was magnificent.

This is a very possible future in calculations. It seems to be a prosperous one. The tablets of heaven and earth and the tablets of ancestors are all there. Everything is beautiful. It's just that somewhere in a dusty corner full of cobwebs, it falls. Holding a wooden sign saying "Leave a portion".

The tea cup rippled again, and the picture disappeared. Lu Shanjun smiled faintly, picked it up again and drank it all in one gulp. He turned around to reach for the jujube cake, but found that the plate was empty. Hu Yun's cheeks were bulging and he was chewing hard. .

"His, hoo..."

Lu Shanjun’s mouth twitched, trying not to get angry.

"I'll get some more."

Zao Niang stood up and went to the kitchen while holding back her laughter, while Lu Shanjun said to Hu Yundun coldly.

"It's extremely rare to have a plate of this jujube cake, but you don't know how to restrain yourself? You must know that fate can never be repeated..."

"Then do you still want to eat?"

Zao Niang's voice came from the kitchen, and Lu Shanjun's face straightened.

"Eat!"

Even Lu Shanjun has a craving for food. There is only one place in the world for this jujube cake. Within and outside the Three Realms and Five Elements, there are only a handful of gods, gods, Buddhas, and masters who can eat it.

Hu Yun covered his mouth and almost burst out laughing at the Zao Cake, but seeing Lu Shanjun’s unkind expression, he quickly turned away, winked at Zao Niang who came out with a plate, and spoke with his mouth movements - he was imitating Mr. Got it!

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The New Year's Temple Fair in Ning'an County is extremely lively. Half of the temple fairs are decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations in the lively atmosphere to become part of the temple fair. As the hometown of Literary Saint, Ning'an County is well-known, but the temple fair also has an extraordinary atmosphere. significance.

The scale of this year's temple fair is also quite large. From as close as Desheng Prefecture to as far away as thousands of miles away, people came to Ning'an County in various ways at this moment to pay homage to the transition between the old and the new. literary spirit.

To be honest, there are still many talented people in Ning'an County at this time, but they just stick to the rules and don't show much.

Although it is the Chinese New Year, the Sun family still pushes the noodle stall at the temple fair. This is not because the Sun family really has to make money. To some extent, it is also the need of the temple fair. For such a large-scale temple fair, why How can there be no food stalls? The stalls are open for three days at this time every year, but they are all recorded in the Yamen, which will provide a lot of convenience, and this temple fair is also very informative.

Fireworks bloom in the sky, red lights are everywhere on the ground, children are running around with lanterns, and sparse or crowded crowds flow in the temple square, where young men and women can have a tryst... ..

Whether they are tourists or locals, their faces are flushed by the lights.

"Selling braised noodles, delicious braised noodles and haggis, a time-honored brand in Ning'an County, braised noodles that have been eaten by literary saints~~~"

Sun’s father shouted loudly, which was also part of the atmosphere of the temple fair. Just as he shouted, many outsiders gathered around him, mostly young Confucian scholars.

"Store, have you ever tasted Braised Noodles?"

"That's natural. Our family's craftsmanship has been passed down for many generations. Wen Sheng has eaten the noodles made by our ancestors. Can you guys try it?"

"Okay, let's have a bowl to try." "Then I'll have a bowl too."

"I also want to be inspired by the literary sage." "Hahaha, I also want to get lucky!"

"Okay, gentlemen, wait a moment!"

Several Confucian scholars took their orders one after another, and the Sun family immediately became busy. Sun Yiqiu also hurriedly helped and started preparing materials to check the charcoal fire. Just as he finished adding charcoal to the fire, he looked up and saw a Confucian scholar sizing him up.

Different from others, this Confucian scholar was dressed in fiery red clothes and had an extremely handsome face. Sun Yiqiu was stunned for a moment, and he knew at a glance that he was a woman disguised as a man. After all, women's scholarly attire was different. After a moment's hesitation, he He asked.

"Sir, do you want noodles too?"

"Brother, I think the writing on this sign is pretty good, would you like to transfer it to me? I'm willing to pay fifty taels of silver."

Sun Yiqiu's eyes suddenly widened.

"Fifty taels are not enough? What about five hundred taels?"

Perhaps fearing that his words would be unfounded, the scholar in red took out his money bag and poured out a certain amount of gold.

Sun Yiqiu took a breath and repeated it subconsciously.

"Five hundred taels!? Dad..."

Sun Yiqiu has never seen such a large amount of money in his life.

"What are you yelling about? Hurry up and make the noodles. I'm too busy. Uh, this young master, this brand and cooking skills have been passed down together. They are worshiped during the New Year and are not sold. Do you want noodles?"

The scholar in red nodded.

"A gentleman doesn't take what others like, so I'll have a bowl of braised noodles."

After Hu Yun finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the tables and chairs set up in the stall, looking for the bookstore www.zhaoshuyuan． com There are Confucian scholars watching over there.

"Girl, I have a free seat here!" "Girl, please sit here!"

Hu Yun grinned, ignored them, and stood at the edge of the stall tent. He stretched out his hand and saw snowflakes falling slowly from the sky. After a moment, one of them fell into Hu Yun's hand.

This scene is beautiful against the backdrop of the colorful lanterns of the temple fair, but it also makes a few discerning Confucian scholars quiet down. They lean on the building and watch the sky quietly, watching the wind and snow fall. They have already coincided with the way of heaven and man, whether it is literature or Taoism. Whether it is other practices or other practices, they are definitely not people to be underestimated.

Hu Yun looked carefully at the snowflakes in his palm, clearly seeing the sharp edges and corners, and watching them melt slowly, and then whispered.

"Ordinary life is just like this snowflake. It falls from the sky and touches the earth, and will melt quickly. It is short-lived, fragile, and very beautiful. But I reach out to catch the snowflake and enjoy the snow myself to see its beauty, which makes this beauty It’s even more fleeting and disappears at the fingertips in an instant.”

After saying that, Hu Yun looked to one side. In the dimly lit area over there, a beautiful woman was standing there. At first she looked at the noodle stall quietly, but now she looked at Hu Yun.