Tiansheng 15 years

Mr. Qianwei smiled and said: "In the water, in the tea, and in your heart. Dong Su, you are too impatient." Still too young.

Liang Feiqin said humbly: "What Master Uncle taught me is that Dongsu will change."

Lord Qianwei smiled reminiscently, and said: "It doesn't matter whether you change it or not, when you reach a certain age, you will calm down if you don't change your mind."

"Really? Uncle Master is very knowledgeable!"

Mr. Qianwei raised his hand and knocked on his head, and said: "The pot will come later, you three have to finish eating, you don't need to drink the soup, but you must finish eating, you know?"

Liang Feiqin shrank his shoulders and said, "Master Uncle, I always feel bad when you say that." And the feeling is getting worse.

Lord Qianwei said: "Nonsense, I am doing it for your own good, be obedient." Turning the teacup in his hand, he said again: "If you can't use it, then give it to Luo Yang, after all he needs nourishment more than you."

"You say that, the disciple is even more curious about what is in the pot." I always think it will be something bitter but beneficial.

Lord Qianwei said: "What else can it be, but the meat of some spirit beasts, spirit vegetables, and some very rare things that are good for you."

"what?"

Mr. Qianwei smiled meaningfully, and said narrowly, "Dong Su might as well guess." The teasing in the words was obvious.

Liang Feiqin smiled and said: "I don't guess, I will see it with my own eyes when I come here." Then I will decide whether to eat or not.

While talking, Bo Yan had already put the pot on the round table, and the servants following behind put the trays of fruits, meat and vegetables around the pot, and bowed back.

The most eye-catching thing on a plate are three bowls of clear red pomegranate-shaped fruit. "Master Uncle, you brought all the mountain master's collection, is it really all right?" Pearl Liuxia, shaped like a pomegranate, tastes like a grape, a small one is worth thousands of gold.Along the Songhe River, only the small courtyard of the mountain owner has planted it. This is a spiritual fruit that even the small mountain owner has no chance to taste.

Lord Qianwei said: "It's okay, this is given by the mountain owner." Although the mountain owner was reluctant, he did take it from the mountain owner.

"The owner of the mountain is so generous." Sitting on the Luohan bed to the round table, he took a spoon to eat, but his eyes were placed in the boiling pot of 'Gululu'.Tai Chi is divided into red and white, and sometimes the millennium Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng surge up with the soup.

It's pretty good, but Master Uncle, don't you worry about making it too much?Liang Feiqin glanced at Qianwei Jun from the corner of his eye, and saw that his brows were slightly wrinkled, and he didn't know what he was thinking, so he swallowed his doubtful words in his throat.

The elders are always in trouble for the elders, so he should be good.

The meat was served first, followed by the vegetables. Even though Liang Feiqin was not hungry, the gluttons in his belly suddenly appeared when he was hooked by the smell of the pot.

"It smells so good!" Liang Feiqin turned to Lord Qianwei, and said, "Just now, I heard the meaning from what my uncle said just now, and I thought this pot would be very bitter."

Mr. Qianwei put down his teacup, put his face on one hand, and asked curiously: "Why does Dongsu think so?"

Liang Feiqin said: "Because Master Uncle, you said that this pot Luo Yang is suitable for more use, he has never been afraid of hardship."

"How do you know that he is not afraid of hardship?"

"The disciple just knows."

When he was a teenager, he got a pill by chance. He had seen it with the uncles in the medicine hall. The uncles said that the medicine could increase the realm, but it was too bitter, a thousand times more bitter than Coptis chinensis. many.He pondered for a long time before tricking Luo Yang to eat it.He watched Luo Yang finish taking it without changing his expression, thinking that the elixir was actually not that bitter, so he curiously licked the index finger holding the medicine, but it turned out to be so bitter that he felt bitter even after taking it for several days.

Luo Yang is not afraid of hardships or the cold. He has never seen Luo Yang show any fear after all these years together.He always had a cold expression, just like the snow in that winter.

It's cold and cold, and you can't get close to it, but he just likes it and can't extricate himself.

Mr. Qianwei shook his head helplessly, and said: "You guys eat quickly, you can't eat meat when it's old."

"Master and uncle also use some." Liang Feiqin issued an invitation.

Lord Qianwei said: "At my level, these foods are useless. It's better to give them to you. I hope you can advance as soon as possible."

At this time, Luo Yang, who came in from Qianweijun and only said hello, spoke.He said: "Is it because of the last battle between the heaven and the devil a hundred years ago?"

Lord Qianwei took a meaningful look at Luo Yang, nodded, and said, "Exactly. The passage from the demon world to our world is blocked, and the demon clan in the demon world will naturally worry that it will be their turn someday..." A wry smile soaked the corners of his mouth, He sighed slightly, feeling unspeakably sad.

From ancient times to the present, the human world has suffered disastrous defeats against the upper demon world and the demon world, and only when the heaven world joins the battle can they draw.But even if it is a tie, there will be rivers of blood and mountains of bones.

The passage is blocked, which is of great benefit to the human race, but to the monster race, it means that their own back garden is blocked, so naturally they are not angry, and naturally they will not sit back and watch this happen.

Therefore, when they learned that the connection between the demon world and the human world was blocked, they felt very grateful, but at the same time, a lot of worry came to their hearts.

The war between the two worlds, which lasted ten thousand years, may take place in the past thousand years, and it will be unstoppable.As for the people who are wrapped in it, it is unknown where they will go, and everything is unknown.

Luo Yang said: "Several major passages of the Yaozu are guarded by immortals from the heavens, so it should be fine for hundreds of years." With dexterous fingers, he peeled the shrimp out of its shell and put it in Liang Feiqin's bowl.

Liang Feiqin had a prawn in his chopsticks, but he said mockingly, "Hehe, that's not necessarily true." Maybe the guarding of the celestial lords actually provoked the desire of the demon clan to fight.

Luo Yang said softly: "We are not alone this time." Since he is in the human world, his heart is naturally biased towards the human world, not to mention that his blood is not very pure, even if one day he cannot stay in the human world, Even if he went to the demon world, his life would not be any easier.

It's just a half-demon, it's hard to be tolerated by the father, it's hard to be tolerated by the mother.No matter the ends of the earth, he never had a real home.

Liang Feiqi thought: That's because the celestial lords of the heavens first confronted the demon clans of the demon world.He gave Luo Yang a chopstick of blood-enriching meat, and said to him, "You are suffering from blood loss, so eat more."

What Bo Yan said is that the meat on the chopsticks is not to be eaten, nor is it not to be eaten.After thinking about it, he still felt that it was better to eat, otherwise the third son would not be able to see him, and he would inevitably do something arrogant.

He didn't care, but Mr. Qianwei was here, if he saw something, he would turn around and mention it to Peak Master Liang.Bo Yan felt that the rain-wet sleeves were quite cold, and he was so cold that he shivered all over.

Cold turns cold, trembling turns trembling, but you still have to eat what you should eat.The meat should be left to Luo Yang, so the dish should be his, anyway, the third son doesn't like to eat it, the only thing in the pot that can be eaten by him is mushrooms and river fish.

Holding the chopsticks down, Luo Yang extended the chopsticks into the pot again, and he ordered: "You eat yours, don't worry about me. Bo Yan, peel the shrimp."

"Yes, Third Young Master." Bo Yan smiled sarcastically, and cast an ambiguous look at Luo Yang.

Luo Yang ate at a leisurely pace, abruptly eating from Sishi to Sishi's end, then abandoned the bowls and spoons, and cleaned up the table with Bo Yan.

The rain was still falling, but it was a little lighter. Although his injuries were fine, he couldn't go out against the rain, so he had to stand on the porch and watch the figure gradually go away under the umbrella held by the guards.In the small courtyard, the lilies with green pistils stand tall and graceful. After being blown by wind and rain, they don't show a slumped posture, but instead become more straight.

"The rain is wet and cold. You should be hurt. You should not watch too much." Qianwei Jun said with concern behind him.

Luo Yang turned around and replied in a low voice: "Yes." Then he asked Qianwei Jun who was holding an umbrella in his hand, "Where are you going?"

Mr. Qianwei chuckled, and said: "The feast of the heroes is over, I think Deyou will come to my place to ask for a cup of tea to sober up."

When something like that happened yesterday, Daoist Deyou naturally came back to have a chat with him.

"Can the disciple also ask for a cup of tea?" Liang Feiqin interjected when he came over.

Qianwei Jun smiled and said, "You can come if you want."

Liang Feiqin thought for a while, and said: "Forget it, I should practice swords more when I have time. After all, the ruins will be opened soon, and strength is the last word."

"Dong Su is diligent." Lord Qianwei praised him, opened the umbrella, left the words "Go in" and walked out of the small courtyard through the stone path in the courtyard.

"Didn't you hear what Master Uncle said? How long are you going to stay?" Liang Feiqin put his arms around his chest and looked at Luo Yang who was talking in the courtyard with a displeased face.

Luo Yang sighed, and said flatly: "Please, young master." His ocher red eyes were half closed, showing a rare tired look.

"what happened to you?"

"A little sleepy." His eyelashes closed like a crow's feathers, and he said sleepily: "Sorry, son, this subordinate is a little sleepy."

"Then you go to sleep." But I was wondering if it was the reason for the soup.In the Nascent Soul Realm, not drinking, eating, sleeping, or resting are the basics.Luo Yang, why do you feel sleepy?It shouldn't be!

Liang Fei and Qin Shun helped the man with closed eyes to the bed. Seeing him collapsed, he leaned over and pulled the brocade quilt to cover him. Then he sat down in front of the bed and felt his pulse.

Well, calm and powerful, there is nothing wrong with it.

"Is this weird?"

Fluttering petals, gorgeous rainbows, crimson clouds, and verdant bamboos in the snow.Moxuan Peak along the Songhe River has different scenery throughout the year, but he and the same person have watched the scenery countless times.

In spring, the peach blossoms planted on the top of Moxuan Peak are fluttering, blowing down the ground with colors.In summer, it is pleasant and refreshing to watch the rainbow formed by the top of the waterfall flowing down from the water at the foot of the mountain.In autumn, strolling casually on the small scenery in the mountains, you can see the Liuxia.In winter, sweep the light snow on the bamboo leaves into the altar, and seal it up for future brewing of fine nectar and jade dew.

This kind of life has passed for more than ten years. After going down the mountain at the end of the fifteenth day, I seldom see the scenery of Moxuan Peak when I run around Manliang Yuzhou.

He murmured unconsciously: "Think, bamboo raft, drift down."

"it is good."

In a daze, he heard someone answer, and after a few satisfied smiles, he shrank into the quilt and continued to sleep.

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