Phoenix Dance Nine Heavens [Comprehensive Martial Arts]

No one is god.

And how could mortals not make any mistakes?

Even though it is a full moon night tonight, the moonlight is slightly blurred because of the slightly heavy clouds.

There are more and more mistakes.

The night wind slowly dried away the trace of moisture on Gong Jiu's cheeks.

It seemed that a little bit of embarrassment had been blown away.

Gong Jiu suddenly said:

"The taste of these chestnuts is really good. It's a pity that the chestnut seller was not left behind."

Isn't it a pity?

Obviously when they were peeling and eating chestnuts, they actually walked extremely slowly.

I'm afraid it's only a shot away from the place where I bought chestnuts before.

But at some point, the old woman who was nodding and bowing her head to thank her had disappeared into the night without a trace.

On the contrary, Gong Jiu, who eats chestnuts, is also interesting. If you want to buy a cook at a high price, you can't buy it, and if you want to raise more cooks, you can't get it.

Xiang Xiaojiu listened casually, kneading the old bamboo basket little by little into fine bamboo ash,

He also used some kind of kung fu method to throw out the rubbed bamboo ash, and it started to burn little by little in mid-air.

The light of the fire has a strange color that is impossible for ordinary firewood, coupled with the pattern that Xiang Xiaojiu casually raised, it is even more dazzling than the moonlight in the sky.

Gong Jiu could see that he forgot to regret not leaving the chestnut seller behind.

However, after Xiang Xiaojiu burned the bamboo basket clean, he opened his mouth to pick up the topic again:

"The method of making this chestnut is nothing worth worrying about.

The heat is well controlled, and the chestnuts are selected in the same way.

It's just a few more ingredients added, which ordinary people can't eat, but we feel that it tastes better than the usual way..."

Having said that, Xiang Xiaojiu pursed his lips.

In the end the stuffing was revealed.

Although Gong Jiu hadn't noticed it yet, Xiang Xiaojiu had to admit his negligence.

In his twenty years of life, after all, he has only flirted with such a person.

No matter how you put it, it is not as intense as it was at the beginning of the heartbeat, but it is still distracted.

Mingming always remembers that this is no longer his own world.

But still under a negligence, he regarded the people who peddled poisonous chestnuts along the street as small pranks like the disciples of the Five Poisons.

He actually forgot that in his own Tang Dynasty, a prank that only took a few days to have a stomachache, in this place where the common weak chickens, it can really kill people.

Like Xiang Xiaojiu and Gong Jiu, people who use poison as an ingredient to enhance flavor are really rare here.

Lu Xiaofeng didn't even dare to eat a bowl of wild mushroom soup from the Double Nine Group.

Not to mention the poisonous chestnuts sold by the old woman in red shoes on this full moon night?

"...Speaking of which, that Shangguan Danfeng seems to be wearing red shoes too."

At this moment, Xiang Xiaojiu would rather that the guy who disguised himself as an old woman came here to seek revenge, and the full basket was just for realism.

Otherwise, what kind of perverted murderer would he be who slipped through his hands in a daze?

After all, according to Xiang Xiaojiu's estimate, this kind of sugar-fried chestnuts is at Lu Xiaofeng's level, and eating a whole one can take a life away.

And the basket of chestnuts, although there are many details that can be faulted, but the method of thoroughly integrating the poison into the chestnut kernels...

Xiang Xiaojiu looked a little dignified.

Ordinarily, he didn't take half a copper's salary from the imperial court here, so the people in the Central Plains were not his responsibility.

But after all the years of Tiance's strategy and the spirit of Zhu Xiaoxiao, it still melted into his bones.

No responsibility.

It's just that there are always some people who just can't watch them get away with it.

Gong Jiu sighed.

After chatting with Xiang Xiaojiu these days, he also got to know this guy better.

——It’s like living in a paradise of peach blossoms.

——Not only is a body miraculous and hard to find in the world, but also this kind of mind is also something you can only see in your life.

But who told him that he is not interested in anyone but him now?

Even the latest trouble-making plan is because the inspiration comes from him, so getting along with it is a bit more interesting.

Gong Jiu doesn't care about the old woman who always loves to come out to sell poisonous chestnuts on the night of the full moon, but since Xiang Xiaojiu is paying attention, he can only tell what he knows:

Grandma Xiong's sugar-fried chestnuts.

A woman who wants to kill every time the moon is full.

There is no hatred.

In fact, in the deeper and more dewy months, people who would stop to buy a handful of fried chestnuts in sugar from a bad old woman on the side of the road.

Except for poor souls who really need a handful of warmth to warm their hands,

There is also no shortage of kind-hearted people who look at such an old man peddling on the street and want to help her so that she can go home early.

However, Grandma Xiong's sugar-fried chestnuts harvested the most were the lives of such poor and kind people.

The more kind-hearted, the more tragic the disaster will be.

How many tragedies has Grandma Xiong caused in these years?

No one can tell.

When Gong Jiu noticed Grandma Xiong, she had already died in the farce of Prince Nan's attempt to replace the emperor.

Naturally, Gong Jiu would not know too much about a useless dead person.

But in the information that Gong Jiu didn't understand carefully, about the tragedy brewed by Grandma Xiong, there was a case in which a family of 37 people and four generations died in one breath.

Because that kind-hearted man was a businessman who had worked hard for half a year and finally came back with some money.

I was rushing home for the Mid-Autumn Festival, but seeing the old woman who was still peddling along the street during the big festival was really pitiful, so I bought her whole basket in one go.

He was cruel and gave the old woman a small string of copper coins.

But this merchant is very family-oriented, smelling the sweetness and deliciousness of chestnuts, thinking about the old people, children and their mothers at home, he suppressed the hunger in his stomach, and he was not willing to eat any of them first.

Unfortunately, this businessman misses his family, and his family also misses him.

Even though it was late at night when he returned home, several generations of the family, from grandparents to nephews in swaddling clothes, were still guarding and waiting for him in the yard.

Then the family ate those fried chestnuts together.

"Except for the infant who couldn't eat, he was lucky enough to survive. The other 37 people were all reunited underground."

Well, Gong Jiu didn't take it seriously when he read the information back then.

When I thought about it just now, I didn't feel anything.

But at this moment, with Xiang Xiaojiu's sudden burst of momentum, at that moment there was a majestic and murderous look in his eyes...

While enjoying Xiang Xiaojiu's murderous excitement, Gong Jiu couldn't help feeling that the old woman selling sugar-fried chestnuts was really not a good thing!

...Gong Jiu likes Xiang Xiaojiu's instantly bursting aura, but how could such a cute aura be provoked by that kind of old woman?

In an instant, Gong Jiu unlocked the special posture for causing trouble.

The people of the Central Plains will also usher in a safer and more stable living environment.

Probably it can be regarded as the positive energy effect of being close to Zhuzhechi.

I don’t know if you are tired of eating chestnuts?But even if you are tired, there is nothing you can do.

It's really a river crab crawling over, what else can I do without eating a chestnut?

It's very strange to say it, obviously I didn't have much interest in stewing meat when I was cooking casually before, but now it's restricted everywhere, but I always feel that from time to time, if I don't talk a few words, I'm in a panic.

Covering my face, I don't even understand what kind of mentality I have o()o