After rebirth, the master became the white moonlight

Fang Yuan had no dreams last night, and slept very well, and when he woke up in the morning, he felt better.He sat on the edge of the bed and put on his shoes. The two people across from him had already finished their quilts and went out. Only Wu Cang was still putting on his clothes.

Yawning, Fang Yuan got up and fetched a basin of water: "Where are they?"

"The experience is over. In the morning, the brother sent everyone a task. Here, yours is next to the bed." Wu Cang, with his belt in his hand, pouted towards the bed.

Putting down the water basin, Fang Yuan walked to the bed, and pressed a piece of red paper under the pillow. When he opened it, there were only two words on it: Purchase.

Fang Yuan knew at a glance that it was Xuanwen's characters, the handwriting was very delicate, and every stroke and stroke was quite distinctive.

"Why don't you call me?" Fang Yuan looked at the paper in his hand, a little embarrassed, where to buy it, and what to buy?

Wu Cang got dressed and said, "I wanted to call you. Brother Xuan Wen said that you have nothing to do today and asked you to sleep a little longer. He said he would come and find you later." He stepped forward and took the paper in Fang Yuan's hand: " Let me see what your mission is today."

As soon as he saw Fang Yuan's task paper, he immediately shrugged and shook his head: "Partial, brother is really partial, why are we all going to the nearby town to get rid of evil spirits, and you are the only one who is going to buy things."

Fang Yuan patted him on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "Someone needs to do the logistics work!"

"Okay, I'm leaving." Wu Cang flicked his hand away, and hurried out with his sword in his hand.

After Fang Yuan settled himself, he sat on the bed for a while, the door of the room was pushed open, and Fang Yuan saw that Xuan Wen had come.

"Brother."

With a smile on his face, Xuan Wen threw a vegetable basket to Fang Yuan: "It's packed? Let's go."

Fang Yuan took the basket and followed Xuanwen out without asking any further questions.

It was still early, and the morning fairs on the street hadn't all ended yet. The vendors on the street were selling all kinds of dishes, some of which even Fang Yuan had never seen before. Xuanwen walked in front of him, looking at what he was doing. Looking around, he asked, "Xiao Yuan, is there anything you want to eat?"

When Xuanwen said this, Fang Yuan suddenly remembered that his favorite food in Fang's house was the stir-fried pork slices with winter bamboo shoots made by Aunt Wu. , and then add two drops of chili oil, a bowl will make people feel warm all winter.

Seeing Fang Yuan in a daze, Xuan Wen called him softly: "Xiao Yuan?"

"Huh? I don't have anything special to eat. Let's buy something that everyone eats."

In the past, Fang Yuan had a very picky taste, he liked meat but not vegetables, he liked heavy food rather than bland food, his parents doted on him at that time, and the problem of picky eaters was also developed at that time. Later, when he came to Xiaoshan, he ate everything clean Xiao Zijun scolded Xiao Zijun for being picky eaters, and his faults were almost corrected over time.

Xuanwen knew that Fang Yuan didn't like to eat a lot of things, so he confirmed it again: "I really don't have anything to eat? Senior brother will cook for you."

Fang Yuan raised his eyes and met Shang Xuanwen's gaze. He couldn't help but smile: "Senior brother, I want to eat fried pork slices with winter bamboo shoots."

"Winter bamboo shoots? It's still early in the beginning of winter, and there may not be any ones for sale in the street market. I saw that there were a few vendors selling fresh bamboo shoots in the street market I just came to. Senior brother, make you a fried pork slice with fresh bamboo shoots?"

Fang Yuan smiled and said, "Okay."

From East Street to West Street, after buying bamboo shoots, meat, and all kinds of vegetables and fruits, Fang Yuan ran with Xuan Wen's feet weak, and almost ran half of the city in Jiangbei.

At first, Fang Yuan wanted to ask Xuanwen, why everyone went to the surrounding towns to get rid of evil spirits and left him here to buy things. Later, he realized that his senior brother just took him around the city. Maybe Xuanwen felt that This was Fang Yuan's home, he hadn't come back for a long time, and he wouldn't stop here after training, so he took him around for a while.

Thinking of this, Fang Yuan felt a lot of emotions in his heart. He tugged at Xuanwen and showed him the full grocery basket: "Brother, are you almost done buying it? Let's go back?"

"Tired?" Xuanwen asked him.

"Well, kind of."

"Let's go."

When Xuan Wen and Fang Yuan returned to the big courtyard, they happened to meet Song Jian coming out of the kitchen. He wore an apron and carried a spatula in his hand. When he saw the two of them coming back, he said unceremoniously: " What have you two been doing all morning? Did you go shopping or planting vegetables? If you don’t come back for lunch, you can eat it as dinner! Vegetables, bring them.”

Fang Yuan was stunned, and reluctantly handed the basket in his hand to Song Jian. Song Jian took the basket and went back to the kitchen.

"Brother, is Brother Song here to practice cooking?"

Xuanwen coughed dryly, pointed to the kitchen, and said helplessly, "No way, what he wants."

At lunch time, most of the disciples didn't rush back. Only the three task points that were close to each other came back to have lunch, so Song Jian didn't do too much. As a result, the three of them took the initiative to ask for tomorrow's experience point to be allocated far away. One point, it is said that Brother Song has worked hard to lead the team, so don't cook again next time.

Fang Yuan suppressed his laughter the whole time. He was afraid that Song Jian would get angry and let him eat all the dishes. When Song Jian was cleaning up the dishes, he was still a little puzzled, so he asked Fang Yuan sincerely: "Is the food I cook really so good?" Unpalatable?"

Fang Yuan was sorting and cleaning the vegetables he bought in the morning. He said tactfully, "Senior Brother Song is more suitable for fighting."

Song Jian snorted, and before leaving, she did not forget to rectify her name: "I think it's pretty good."

On the first day of training, Fang Yuan spent buying, picking, and washing vegetables. Today, he and Xuanwen went to the street to buy only a part. I don’t know when there will be two baskets of vegetables in the kitchen. It is probably yesterday and Brother Song bought it together.

The weight of more than 20 people made Fang Yuan's waist sore after washing. He has been busy in the kitchen since lunch, and until the evening, people who went out came back one after another.

There is no table in the yard that can accommodate more than 20 people at a time, so Fang Yuan can only arrange the tables one by one, forming a long table. After everyone goes back to rest, they can come out to eat.

Xuanwen drove Song Jian out of the kitchen, and cooked a large table of dishes by himself.He did the last one very carefully. He peeled the skin of the fresh bamboo shoots and cut them into shreds, and sliced ​​the pork into thin slices. After the pan was fried until fragrant, he put some out, and added the rest to the broth.I made two full pots, put one pot on one side of the table, and pushed it in front of Fang Yuan.

Fang Yuan was overjoyed, there really was soup.After scooping up a bowl, the broth tasted fresh and salty, and I couldn't help giving Xuan Wen a thumbs up: "Senior brother's cooking skills are really good!" Xuan Wen smiled and was busy again when he went back.

After eating for a while, Song Jian came towards this side. He looked a little serious, and asked the disciple who was eating: "Who is in the same group as Wu Cang today?"

Everyone looked up, but no one answered him.

"Fang Yuan, didn't Wu Cang contact you today?" When Song Jian asked him, Fang Yuan was gnawing on a rib, and he raised his head when he heard his name called. Fang Yuan shook his head and swallowed Meat: "No."

Wu Cang would definitely not contact him normally, unless he had no money to spend.

Xuanwen heard Song Jian talking outside, and his tone was not very good. He came out and asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Jian asked Xuanwen again: "Has Wu Cang contacted you?"

"No."

"The sound transmission spell can't contact him, not only him, but also two people, they are in a group." Song Jian looked at the table of food with her hands on her hips, unable to take a bite.

Before Xuanwen made a rule with all of them that they must come back before Haishi, and if they couldn't come back on time, they must use the sound transmission spell to notify him or Song Jian.

Xuanwen said calmly: "Wait a minute, maybe he is not familiar with the use of sound transmission spells. The Jiangbei area is considered peaceful, and they should be able to deal with some little monsters and monsters."

"Whoever sees them come back later, let them come to me." Song Jian left after saying this, and waited until midnight.

When approaching Zishi, the light was still on in Fang Yuan's room, and he was sitting on the bed wiping his iron sword, and the other two were a little worried: "Wu Cang hasn't come back yet, so something really happened to them, right? "

Fang Yuan blew on the blade of the sword, and said: "Whatever can happen, I have learned it anyway, and I have said that Jiangbei is considered peaceful."

Another asked: "Will they go to the snow-capped mountains in the south to hunt for treasure?"

Fang Yuan paused, raised his head and asked, "How do you know that there are treasures in the snow-capped mountains to the south?"

This is all false. It is a rumor that has been circulating in Jiangbei for a long time. It is said that many Taoist priests with strong spells went to the snow mountain to hunt for treasure, and eventually died on the mountain.

Fang Yuan had always been fascinated by the snowy mountains in the south when he was a child, but later he realized that there were no treasures at all. There were packs of snow wolves on the snowy mountains, and they were extremely ferocious. Because there were too many of them, those Taoist priests couldn't beat them, so they were naturally eaten.

"Didn't you say that last night?" The man asked Fang Yuan back, "Last night before going to bed, Wu Cang asked you where the fun is in Jiangbei, and you said there are treasures in the snowy mountains in the south... Hey Fang Yuan, why did you go?"

Before the man could finish speaking, Fang Yuan ran out. He patted his head. Last night, he just casually said that in a daze. He forgot, but Wu Cang is a foolish and bold person. He dared to snatch any treasures. , Doing things regardless of the consequences, if you really run to the snow mountain, it will be over!

Fang Yuan ran to Xuanwen's room, the door was ajar, he knocked and pushed it open, only to find that Song Jian was there.

Seeing that Fang Yuan was panting a bit, Xuan Wen asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"Brother, is there any news about Wu Cang?"

Xuanwen looked solemn, and said: "There was a sound transmission just now, we don't know where he is now."

Fang Yuan asked anxiously, "What did he say?"

"I didn't say anything, I just heard that there seemed to be a lot of wind over there." Xuanwen recalled.

The climate in Jiangbei is warm, and the sun is shining brightly these days. There is not even a cool breeze at night, and the wind is very loud... Fang Yuan felt a little bit in his heart, and he said: "Brother, I probably know where he is, it should be On the snowy mountain in the south." He told Xuanwen what happened last night, Xuanwen's face tensed up, he took the sword, got up and walked out, Fang Yuan chased after him: "I know the way, brother, I'll follow you Together."

"I'll go too." Song Jian said.

Xuanwen stopped him: "Song Jian, don't go, there is a new training task tomorrow morning, you arrange other people, I will send you a voice transmission if there is anything."