Chapter 756 Pastries made by the concubine back then
Outside the house, drizzle was beating on several clusters of beautiful treasures. Inside the house, Huang Taigai said in a strange tone: "Sandie Valley, you should know that there are many monsters in it. Widow Liu from Weiyang City went to guard it before. "
Xin Zhuo suddenly remembered that he had heard Zhe Feiyan talk about that place, but it was not far from here?
Huang Taigai said again: "The seventy-two gates of the Nine Valleys of the Triassic Valley are like a maze. It was originally an ancient martial arts battlefield in the early Middle Ages. There were great martial arts masters and countless dead bones were left behind. and terrible anger, monsters have been chasing each other for many years. Gradually, Li Guangling was born, and Li Guangling was at the deepest place. Although this person was just an ordinary person who faked his death, he was extremely knowledgeable, and I was willing to admit it. He knew that the ultimate in death was the secret of life. Perhaps he had regained his longevity over the years. !”
After a pause, he then said: "I discussed with Master Zhiming of Baixiaolou. After the Confucian sage left the jade, I will send you there. You go to Li Guangling. That old boy not only has many ideas, but also has the skills to change his appearance. He has No one in the world can seek his help, not only You can get rid of the entanglements of Daluo and Dayan, and you can also guard against the attacks of those who were interested in the past. In the future, if you devote yourself to practice, your future achievements will all depend on your destiny. Remember! A gentleman should not stand on a dangerous wall and must not act impulsively. Go ahead! ! ”
Xin Zhuo stood up, bowed his hands, walked a few steps, and then turned back and asked: "Why is Master Huang helping me like this?"
Huang Taigai waved weakly: "I am happy!"
"Very good!"
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Xin Zhuo walked out of Huang Taigai's hut. The four Taixun Gongs had already left. Under the lotus leaf tree in the yard, I don't know where they were. There were four more old masters sitting cross-legged, looking at them with a bit of curiosity.
Xin Zhuo nodded, walked out of the yard, looked up at the gloomy sky, and saw fine raindrops pouring down. He felt that the truth in this world was a bit ridiculous.
The decline of heaven and man is no longer my goal.
Holy Land!
Do everything to the best of your ability and become a saint in a hundred years.
I don’t believe I can’t achieve what you think you can’t achieve.
Even if it's not for myself, the children buried in Changshou Village should be reasonable, right?
He raised his feet and walked forward. Not far away, Ling Yayue hurriedly ran over holding an oilcloth umbrella to protect him from the rain and said: "The room is ready, Your Majesty."
Xin Zhuo asked Said: "If you don't come, I am going to share a room with Master Zhiming."
"How can I?"
Ling Yayue chuckled and said, "Even if there is no Master Huang and Master Zhiming, , it is impossible for us people to wrong the king.”
The two walked forward along the exceptionally bright bluestone road washed by the rain, and turned around an attic. Two people stood quietly in front of them, holding two oil-paper umbrellas.
The first one was a young man with a square face and stubble on his chin. He was dressed in a blue-gray robe, with his long hair tied casually with a hemp rope. He had a simple sword hanging on his waist and a drum in his arms. The head of a milk baby is exposed.
His eyes are very deep, like eternal glaciers.
Behind him stood a woman, wearing a pink skirt, a flying bun, and a little makeup. She seemed to be particularly respectful to the man.
Think about it!
Xin Zhuo couldn't help but stop, bowed his hands to the young man, and said with a chuckle: "Junior Xin Zhuo, I have met senior Yan Kaishan!" , coupled with the sharp sword intent that this person still exudes even if he stands quietly and the iconic baby in his arms, there is no doubt that he is the Dry Bone Yan Kaishan back then.
The young man said with a cold tone: "You are indeed a smart man!"
Xin Zhuo said: "You are not worthy of being in front of seniors!"
For those who have been kind to me, He has enough patience and respect.
Yan Kaishan said: "I live next door to you."
After saying that, he turned around and left, as if he was tired of saying another word.
Guansi bowed and saluted, and hurriedly followed.
Ling Yayue looked at Xin Zhuo and whispered: "This person is very strange. It seems that he doesn't give face to anyone. Yesterday he drove away the talented disciples of the three major sects with one knife, and then said "go away", which is very interesting. ."
Xin Zhuo said nothing.
The courtyard where he lives is in the northwest corner of a group of high-rise pavilions, a private courtyard covered with crabapples. In addition to crabapples, there is also a lush new weeping willow tree in the yard, and the furnishings in the room are quite warm.
After Ling Yayue left, Xiao Huang ran to "retreat" under the bed carrying the golden bones on his back. He sat cross-legged alone, staring at the drizzle outside the window in a daze.
Inexplicably, he remembered that when he was in Fulong Mountain, Cui Ying'er and the others were arrested and taken to Qiugong Pavilion. He was helpless and helpless, so he drank to relieve his sorrows. That quiet, handsome, eyebrow-shaped man A woman with flowing water and flowers also came out of the rain.
Thinking of that woman, his mood became extremely complicated again.
At this moment, out of the corner of my eye, I suddenly noticed a graceful figure among the begonia flowers outside the window, staring at me. After a closer look, it disappeared again.
His heart tightened, and he dodged to the begonia flowers outside the window. He faintly smelled a scent that was very different from the begonia flowers. He flashed again and jumped across seven or eight yards, but the figure completely disappeared. "Who are you?"
He couldn't help but stand there and sighed.
Although it was just a glimpse, he still recognized the identity of the figure.
One of his concubines back then.
In those days, Yi Ni was fed iced bayberry soup mouth to mouth. Now it seems unspeakably ridiculous.
After a while, he turned around and walked back. As he passed the courtyard, people came out one after another.
“Senior Xin, what a coincidence!”
Four or five people came up to us, and it was Deng Shanqing, Zuo Mengyuan, Mr. Gu, and Zhao Li. Somewhat embarrassing.
Xin Zhuo was not surprised that Deng and Zuo appeared here. Only Mr. Gu and Zhao Li appeared here, something was not right. With their status, they were probably not qualified.
Could it be that everyone can enter Rushan regardless of their origin?
He had no intention of being polite at the moment, nodded slightly, and returned to his small courtyard.
The rain fell harder and harder, and soon the layers of buildings in Confucius Mountain were completely white.
When I walked into the room, I couldn't help but be startled. I didn't know when there were two bottles of wine and three paper-wrapped cakes on the table.
This was obviously not sent by Ling Yayue. It was not yet time to go to Rushan to offer delicacies and snacks.
When he walked to the table, he found a person standing outside the back window, Yan Kaishan.
"I didn't send it."
Yan Kaishan said with a straight face: "I just smelled the aroma of wine!"
Xin Zhuo sighed and sat down. At the table, waving.
Yan Kaishan walked into the room and sat on the other side. He opened a jar of wine and lifted it up.
Xin Zhuo had no choice but to open another jar of wine and the two of them had a drink.
The cakes in the paper bag on the side exuded a burnt aroma, which may not be a good thing. Yan Kaishan opened a bag on his own. The four square snacks inside were indeed a bit dark. He took a taste. Vomited: "It's not delicious!"
Xin Zhuo had a complicated expression. He picked up a piece and put it in his mouth, chewing it slowly, as if tasting something special.
Yan Kaishan was a little surprised: "You are a person who can endure hardships, this thing is painful to the heart."
Xin Zhuo said vaguely: "It was made by one of my concubines. In fact, I have been very careful.”
Yan Kaishan's eyes widened: "You were killed everywhere, and you brought a concubine with you?"
Xin Zhuo said: "She is not now. I don't know who she is now."
Yan Kaishan thought for a while and said: "I don't understand, it's a mess."
"Yeah."
Xin Zhuo swallowed it, picked up another piece and ate it, chewing slowly .
Yan Kaishan raised the jar, swallowed the jujube in one gulp, wiped his mouth and said, "The wine is pretty good. Forty-eight sects have come to Confucianism Mountain, including six holy lands and super sects. There are countless masters. Tomorrow's Confucian saints will be broken." How sure are you of Bi?"< br>
Xin Zhuo replied bluntly: "I don't know."
"That's right!" Yan Kaishan stood up and walked out, "After all, you don't know if you can survive tonight!"
What you say has no beginning or end.
The night outside gradually deepened, and soon nothing could be seen clearly.
Ling Yanyue did not come to deliver the meal. After all, the Hunyuanxu warriors had already gone away from the grain. It didn't matter if they had one more meal or one less meal. Confucians didn't seem to care too much about these secular rules.
Xin Zhuo did not have the lighting stone. He was thinking about what Yan Kaishan said when he left.
At this time, he looked outside and felt a creepy murderous intent entering the room through the rain curtain.
(End of this chapter)