Daoist, I am not fragrant!

It was late at night, and the officials surrounded in front of the murals finally couldn't bear the hunger and exhaustion, and their voices became smaller and smaller, and finally they were completely replaced by snoring.

Zhong Tang finally added some firewood to the brazier, hugged Huang Lier against the wall, and seemed to have fallen asleep.

Li Bizhi was still sitting in the corner, meditating intently.

The rain outside the temple did not know when it became lighter, and the surrounding gradually quieted down. Even the snoring of the officials seemed to be covered by something, and it became muffled.

However, Li Bizhi gradually frowned, the sweet and greasy aroma that had been lingering in his nose suddenly became more intense at this moment, as if in this small temple in the dark night, weaving a fine net, slowly engulfing Li Bizhi Shrouded, and then tightened silently, thread by thread penetrated into his lungs and soaked into his mind.

"Zeng——" The wooden sword placed beside the dark green Taoist robe suddenly made a short buzzing sound, and the porcelain bowl that originally contained the custard shattered, and Li Bizhi opened his eyes Frost eyes.

The small temple in front of him is completely different from what it was before he entered meditation.

Official posts, braziers, murals, everything disappeared without a trace, replaced by dark gray curtains everywhere, hanging from the cobweb-covered beams of the small temple, like hanged corpses, Entangling and fluttering, it casts a treacherous and terrifying shadow onto people's hearts.

Li Bizhi didn't move, just looked at the curtains calmly, without any surprise or fear in his eyes.

The unsharpened wooden sword stood up in front of him, the blunt point of the sword was suspended three inches above the ground, and a narrow sharp shadow fell, as if suddenly, it would break through the air.

However, the wooden sword never moved.

With one hand, he pushed aside the heavy gray curtains, grabbed Li Bizhi's shoulders, and the sweet fragrance that disappeared with the broken porcelain bowl permeated again.

"Daozhang, do you feel hungry and cold late at night?"

Li Bizhi turned sideways suddenly, and saw a smear of vermilion suddenly appeared in the endless gloomy dark gray, it seemed to be splashed with blood, it seemed to be stained with spring, and it fell scatteredly on his green robe.

Yubai's arm stretched out from the vermilion, and wrapped around Li Bizhi's neck, his warm fingertips touched the Taoist priest's cold chin.

"Let go." Following Li Bizhi's low reprimand, the wooden sword hanging in front of him suddenly burst into a dazzling cold light, and the dark blue sword energy instantly tore apart the surrounding curtains, but it was only on Zhong Tang's Zhu Yi. On, leaving a faint mark.

Zhong Tang seemed to be ignorant, he chuckled, and continued to wrap around the Taoist priest's body in Tsing Yi, his slender fingers hooking his neckline and belt.

Li Bizhi was restraining something, but when he lowered his eyes, for some reason, he met Zhong Tang's hollow, red eyes.

"Master Daoist, shall I help you warm up?" After only a moment's absence, Zhong Tang had already slipped into his arms, and the faint sweetness concealed the aggressive hostility.

——Only on his lips, there was a cool, addictive and lingering kiss.

"You..." At some point, Li Bizhi's hand supported Zhong Tang's back as if unintentionally.

The tossing and deep touch on his lips was blurred and indulgent, and his frosty eyes were full of scarlet that slowly faded.

But at this moment, the chains hidden under the Tsing Yi Taoist robe suddenly trembled, making a heavy metallic sound, as if it was about to be strangled into Li Bizhi's wrist.

Li Bizhi suddenly came to his senses, sword energy surged out of his body, and a cloud of black energy erupted from Zhong Tang's body in an instant.

As if feeling something, the wooden sword turned around and flew forward, the tip of the sword went straight to the cloud of black air, gray faces rose and fell everywhere it passed, turned into flying ash and scattered, revealing the original appearance of the small temple.

The black energy still didn't give up, and fled dying. Li Bizhi protected Zhong Tang behind him with his backhand, and raised his dark green Taoist robe to cover his half-cloaked body. The two fingers condensed the state of Liangyi, and came out sharply, mercilessly holding the wooden sword, piercing the black air, and nailing it into the wall.

After the heavy rain, the eastern sky finally turned white. Li Bizhi walked slowly to the wall where the wooden sword was pierced, and the chains under his feet made a heavy sound.

The men and women who met on the wall broke into countless fragments as the skylight shone into the small temple, and fell to the ground rustlingly.

Li Bizhi glanced over, moved his right hand slightly, and the wooden sword was withdrawn from the wall, and fell steadily back into his hand.The original black air, at this moment, only turned into half a black feather, and fell lightly into the fragments. .

Li Bizhi bent down, reached out to pick up the feather, and put it under the skirt of his inner robe.

Then he turned around and returned to Zhong Tang's side.

He stood there, looking down at Zhong Tang, motionless.

Until the sound of rain outside the temple could no longer be heard, until the newborn sun shone into the dilapidated temple, until he knew that it was time for him to leave.

The officials who were also bewildered by the illusion last night were lying on the ground in disorder, all of them disheveled, with wretched smiles on their faces.

Li Bizhi frowned, stretched out his hand and threw all the people on the ground, including Zhang Shunzi beside him, outside the temple.

Then he also stepped out of the threshold of the Baizi Temple, and the green sleeves attracted the wind, and the door of the small temple was closed, and the vermilion color was carefully hidden.

The wind also brushed over the shabby window paper of the small temple, and gently lifted a corner of Zhong Tang's green robe, causing him to curl his lips quietly.

"Shopkeeper, why am I outside?" Zhang Shunzi squeezed his trouser legs that were soaked by the accumulated water on the ground, and looked at Zhong Tang who was pushing the door out of the temple with some resentment.

The yellow raccoon was also shaking his wet fur, rubbing against his legs, meowing at Zhong Tang aggrievedly.

He obviously fell asleep next to Zhong Tang last night, but when he woke up early this morning, he found himself lying in the muddy water outside the temple... Oh, he wasn't the only one, those officials were also outside.But the shopkeeper is actually sleeping in the temple well!

"Oh? How would I know?" Zhong Tang came out wearing a Taoist robe in a good mood, and the jade beads and golden bells hanging around his waist also made a crisp sound following his movements: "Maybe it's because of your sleeping appearance." Too bad, I offended the Taoist leader, so they invited you out."

After finishing speaking, he raised his eyebrows, and with an inquiring smile, he approached Zhang Shunzi: "I'm afraid you dreamed of something unclean?"

Zhang Shunzi's face instantly turned red, and his eyes evaded to cover up: "You, the shopkeeper, what nonsense are you talking about... Besides, there are also those officials who have been thrown out. Why did the Taoist leader only keep you?" Yes, and this robe!"

"Because he doesn't want to part with me." Zhong Tang laughed more recklessly, and with one hand he picked up the yellow raccoon who was still loitering by his legs into his arms, and the hem of the red and green clothes fluttered with the breeze, and fell on the ground after being swept away. Raindrops on blades of grass.

The rain stopped, and there was no reason to delay. Soon Zhong Tang and Zhang Shunzi got into the carriage and continued to drive in the direction of Jiangzhuang.

The road was bumpy and bumpy, but fortunately, after the weather cleared, the scenery in the outskirts of Lin'an was also very good. Zhong Tang was no longer drowsy like the day before, but looked around with great interest while hugging the yellow raccoon.

After getting off the official road and heading south again, the fields outside the car meet, and looking into the distance, you can see a low slope that is not high and steep, and the slope is full of green mangosteen, forming forests and seas.

Where the wind blows on the bamboo slope, you can still see the courtyard wall surrounded by green eaves and white walls, spreading along the gentle bamboo slope to the field below the slope, and the exquisite and neat houses and pavilions are drawn in it, which is elegant and elegant. A great place to hide away.

Needless to say, the house among the bamboo groves is the Qingping Villa of Jiang Yuanwai.

To say that this member of Chiang Kai-shek is really not an ordinary squire. He was born in the imperial examination. He entered the court for more than [-] years and became a minister of the Ministry of Rites. After building this Qingping Villa, he became a family man in the countryside.

But this time, Zhong Tang was invited to the villa precisely because of the marriage of Jiang Yubin, the second son of Yuanwai Jiang.

Zhang Shunzi drove the carriage quickly, and finally entered the boundary of Qingping Villa after noon that day.

Zhong Tang winked and didn't ask Zhang Shunzi to call the main entrance, but walked around to the side door on the west side, and knocked on the door with a food box.

"Who is it?" Soon, the boy's inquiry came from inside the door.

Zhong Tang raised his eyebrows at Zhang Shunzi, and Zhang Shunzi replied in a clear voice, "We are Lin'an pastry chefs, and we are here to make desserts for the second young master's wedding banquet in your mansion."

Just as Zhang Shunzi finished yelling, the side door opened a crack, and a man in his fifties, who looked like a manager, leaned out with a smile: "The two of you are finally here, but the trip was delayed by the heavy rain last night?"

This Jiang family can be regarded as a scholarly family, and the servants are very polite in their speech. After hearing this, Zhong Tang restrained his laziness, and said politely: "It was delayed all night because of the heavy rain, and you have been waiting for a long time." .”

"It's all right," the man said while welcoming the two of them through the door, "My surname is Zhang, and I'm in charge of catering chores."

"Originally, the chef in our village also knows how to make dim sum. It's just that a few days ago, the family discussed the matter of the second young master's wedding banquet. The third young master kept praising Master Zhong for his craftsmanship, so we invited the two of you over."

"That's thanks to the kindness of the third young master." Zhong Tang seemed to smile again, but when Steward Zhang turned his head to look carefully, Zhong Tang saw that he had taken the food box from Zhang Shunzi's hand, and carefully arranged: "It's about the second young master's marriage. Zhong doesn't dare to be negligent. When he came this time, he also brought a few special wedding cakes. Guanshi Zhang can see if he likes it."

As soon as Manager Zhang heard this, he put all his thoughts back on the dim sum: "Okay, I don't want to bother shopkeeper Zhong... The two of you will follow me to the small kitchen in the east courtyard first, and we will discuss in detail."

The author has something to say:

Li Zai'er, you are so disappointing, people throw themselves into your arms and take off your clothes by the way, but you can bear it!

Familiar everyone has appeared again, thank you for throwing mine, thank you for your support~

感谢在2020-06-0122:11:33~2020-06-0222:04:50期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 2 for Yi Yulu; 1 for Zi Yiyan;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!