I open a restaurant in Xiujie

As dusk moved westward, Xue Lang was smashing things in the room.

Therefore, monks are just stronger mortals, and their behavior when angry is no different from ordinary people. Xue Lang smashed the wooden tables, wooden chairs and screens in the room, but this did not change the fact that he was "fouled".

Because when he tried his best to refute, the surrounding monks all agreed with Xue Lang's attempt to attack.

Xue Lang recognized many of these people who had bought his lunch boxes, especially a certain strong man who shouted at the referee with a naive face: "Immortal Chief, I swear it was this kid who did it, he not only wanted to hurt the opponent Life, you still want to kill us together!"

Xue Lang was furious: "There are so many of you, and I have the ability to silence people, so I can't make it to the finals? Look at your arms, they are as thick as my thighs, whoever silences you is not sure!"

The strong man surnamed Niu lowered his eyebrows in front of the referee, and was very cute: "I haven't stepped up the seal power on my body, how can I beat you?"

"And the referee, think about it, if he can seal the principles of the Golden Core Stage on his body today, tomorrow someone will follow suit and use the methods of the Nascent Soul Stage. If things go on like this, how will this newcomer fight? Cultivation, or sealing technique?"

"That's right," the people around echoed repeatedly, "Severely punished, must be severely punished!"

Xue Lang: "..."

Then he was not only expelled from the big competition, but also blacklisted by the referees, and he would never be able to come next year. His deeds were even regarded as negative models and widely circulated among the crowd.

...It will definitely be heard by the third elder of Xuanshengzong.

After a few days of dreaming of becoming a master, it burst like a boiling bubble in Xue Lang's life.

Except for the pain of burning, there is no trace.

"Asshole, all fucking assholes!"

Xue Lang smashed and cursed in the room, his mouth filthy.At dusk, he was finally tired of cursing, and called the servant in a hoarse voice: "Go, bring me some beautiful servants to Fengyi Building!"

His anger was pent up in his heart, and he had to find another way to vent it out.

But everything was quiet, Xue Lang looked around in surprise and anger, but there was no one.

In the empty room, apart from the messy floor, there was only the cold wind that was oozing and cooling.

As early as Xue Lang uttered the first sentence, the boy found an excuse and slipped out.

He couldn't be more clear about his master's virtues. It won't be long before those shattered porcelain fragments will stick to him. Xue Lang has always been like this.

Huddled in the corner with his head in his arms, the boy wondered if he could find a way to run away. Serving Xue's family is really not a human job. Now he is also a monk in the Qi training period, so he can't go anywhere and be happy. Do you want to stay here and be a dog for something that is not as good as a beast?

The only problem is that his family is still in the hands of the Xue family.

The boy gritted his teeth, listening to the louder and louder smashing sounds in the house, at a certain moment he thought painfully that he should just give up his family and run away by himself.But in the next moment, reason pulled him back again - if he really did this, what would be the difference with Xue Lang, the scum he despises?

Just as the servant was struggling with pain and Xue Lang in the house was getting more and more angry, clouds drifted across the sky.

Someone came from the sky against the wind, and the spiritual light fell, and it stopped precisely in front of Xue Lang's door.

He was wearing a mask, and ice blue patterns spread across the mask, like a vine supporting a flower bud, and holding a raindrop in his palm.

The boy had never seen such a person.

But he is familiar with the runes on the mask.

That is the symbol of Guanghuazhai.

……

Xuanshengzong is located on the hills on the southeast side of Qingzhou.

Next to it is a basin, blocked by high mountains on all sides, the rain gathers, and the four seasons are like spring. Spiritual energy from all directions flows into this place continuously with the wind.

At this time, there was a steady drizzle in the valley, and the wisps of aura were also full of spiritual energy. In a small pavilion to the north, two people were playing chess. The good Yinyuehui tea on the table was steaming, and there was a beautiful maid holding a hand. Holding the fan, shaking it gently with plain hands, her skin is as white as snow.

On the table is Go.

One of the two players in the game is a middle-aged man, and the other is a young man in white.

The young man's face was a little ordinary, but no matter the snow-colored brocade robe or the crescent moon silver pattern on the robe, no matter the gold-trimmed headband or the emerald-coloured finger rings on his fingers, there was a coquettish and noble air quietly.

As for the middle-aged man, he kept bowing his head while playing chess, and there was only flattery in his eyes.

The young man played a few moves of chess, pouting to the side, and immediately a maid stepped forward holding a teacup.After drinking a few sips of tea, the young man sighed with emotion: "Xue Gui, it's been a while, Xiao Langzi's competition should be over soon."

Xue Gui lowered his eyebrows and looked pleasing to the eye: "It's still early, if we want to talk about the finals, at least the day after tomorrow."

The young man smiled and said, "He really intends to come back with a ranking?"

He seemed to be playing chess and drinking tea, but when Xue Gui got closer, he could still clearly see that the other party's left hand was sticking out under the maid's skirt, and the maid's face was blushing, her back trembling, and emotions of shame, anger and fear emerged in her eyes one after another.

Xue Gui hurriedly turned his eyes away, pretending not to see, and only echoed with a smile: "With Brother Li's Blazing Fire Dragon, won the first place among the newcomers, isn't that easy?"

Li Siwen nodded in agreement, and there was a smug look in his brows and eyes, obviously very satisfied with the red dragon he cultivated.

Just at this time, a sound transmission talisman in Xue Gui's arms lit up and flickered rapidly.

Xue Gui took out the talisman and said cheerfully, "Look, the good news is here."

As he spoke, he couldn't wait to activate the talisman, and the young man on the opposite side tilted his head slightly, focusing on the talisman.

The spiritual light flickered and communicated thousands of miles away. From the talisman came Xue Lang's voice, whether he wanted to cry or not: "Father, come and pick me up, send someone to pick me up!"

Xue Gui: "..."

Li Siwen frowned slightly.

Xue Gui awkwardly squeezed the sound transmission talisman into a ball, but he was reluctant to extinguish it—one talisman was expensive, and Xue Lang only carried two this time. When winning, or in extremely dangerous situations.

It is obviously not a big victory now, so it can only be...

He looked up awkwardly.

The young man also looked a little ugly, but he still nodded slightly at him, motioning him to continue.

Xue Gui held the talisman tightly, as if he hoped that this method would make the sound quieter, but the high-quality talisman was not what he wanted, and Xue Lang's desperate sobs could be heard clearly.

Was beaten up, threatened, framed, Chi Jiao was exposed...

In the end Xue Lang said pitifully that he had no money, not even the money to ride the spirit boat, could his father send someone to pick him up.

After a lap, Xue Gui heard the veins on his forehead tense, it was so embarrassing, what kind of embarrassing thing is this, he thought his son was in danger, so he listened patiently, who would have expected that the conversation would change in the end, It turned out to be money.

If you want money, you can't finish it in one sentence, so you have to foreshadow so much?

Good thing now, Li Siwen fully understands what kind of trash Xue Lang is!

Xue Gui lowered his voice and hurriedly said, "Didn't I bring you three thousand spirit stones before going out? Where did you spend them?"

Xue Lang stammered: "All, all were taken away by the people from Guanghuazhai..."

"fart!"

Xue Gui's face was as black as iron: "Where is Guanghuazhai, where can you steal your spirit stone for no reason?"

"Xue Lang, let me tell you, if you throw all the spirit stones on the young man in Fengyi Building, you can walk back by yourself!"

After saying that, he angrily cut off the spiritual power circuit, and the talisman turned into a wisp of green smoke in his hand and dissipated in the air.

Looking up again, seeing Li Siwen's probing gaze, Xue Gui felt sweat all over his body.

"Well, Senior Brother Li..." He said in a low voice, "I'm going to make you laugh at me because I'm self-willed."

Li Siwen was also in a bad mood. After all, the Chi Jiao, whom he was quite proud of, was seen through, and it was a severe loss of face for him.But after a moment of silence, the young man still pretended to be magnanimous and waved his hands: "Small matter, small matter. I see Xiao Langzi crying very sadly, you should go and pick him up, but do you need me to send you a spirit boat?"

Xue Gui hurriedly waved his hands: "No, no, how dare you bother Senior Brother Li?"

"It's a small matter, just find someone to handle it."

……

Returning all the way from the north, Yu Xiaotan felt that the weather was obviously getting hotter, and thick water vapor wrapped his body. It was midsummer, and the cicadas on the trees were neighing day and night.

Ji Chuchen released the spiritual energy in his body, turning it into ice and snow sword intent, lingering all the way around.No matter how hot it is outside the carriage, the inside of the carriage is like entering an air-conditioned room, so refreshing.

At first, Yu Xiaotan was very worried about Ji Chuchen's lack of spiritual power, but then he gradually discovered that this person's spiritual energy seemed to be endless, and the law of frost was maintained at an appropriate temperature by him, and the precision was no less than that of a real central air conditioner. The precise control also made Che Yunwen and others praised repeatedly.

The sour plum juice they brought before they went out has been used up.When passing through several towns, Yu Xiaotan bought a pack of mung beans while inquiring about the news of his father, and cooked them in a pot on the side of the road.

The mung beans were hydrolyzed to detoxify summer heat, Yu Xiaotan shared some with the family, and packed the rest in earthen jars for drinking on the road.

But that's not what he's cooking mung beans for.

Yu Xiaotan continued to simmer the mung beans in the pot over medium heat until the mung beans cracked and the skins of the mung beans floated on the surface of the soup. He filtered the skins out with a gauze net, and the remaining mung beans had become muddy after a long time of cooking.

Add a little milk, a little sugar, and a little butter—in fact, there was cream in ancient times, but it was the original milk fat made by beating and kneading the milk skin.But Yu Xiaotan has Bai Junda. Once the wind blade comes out, the stirring speed is extremely fast. It is mixed with the mung bean paste before, and the final shape is a semi-solidified state like a cake.

According to Yu Xiaotan's description, Qiongqing dug up the strong vines to make a mold.

With previous experience in making lunch boxes, Qiongqing is very familiar with making these now, and even carves some patterns in the mold, Yu Xiaotan wants to feel what is engraved, but Qiongqing is not sure, just smiles and talks for a while Just know.

Pour the batter into the mold, and Ji Chuchen is responsible for freezing it.I saw the blue light flickering in the sky, under the scorching sun, snow drifted down one after another, and the mold in Yu Xiaotan's hand immediately condensed.

It was snowing in summer, this was a new scene, and the family they settled ran out to see, including two seven or eight-year-old children.

Children surrounded them, eyes bright as obsidian.

They are at the age when they are curious about everything, and there is no allusion to "Flying Snow in June" in this world. Yu Xiaotan had an idea, and suddenly said: "It has to be frozen for a while, or I will tell you a story about "The Injustice of Dou E" ?”

……

After a cup of tea, the two children blinked their red eyes and licked their popsicles while blowing their noses.

The mung bean popsicles have been frozen, and there is still a little white mist when they are taken out of the mold. The frozen mung bean soup is a reddish brown color, and the mung bean paste is a beautiful light green color. The former has more water Some taste more cool and sweet, and the latter are more like ice cream than popsicles. The mouth has the smooth taste of mung bean paste and a touch of milk.

The pattern carved by Qiongqing was also revealed, it was actually Yu Xiaotan's smiling face, with gentle eyebrows and raised lips, it made people feel good when looking at it.

Licking the popsicle mouthful, the sweetness penetrated into the throat and into the lungs.

The mold was made by Qiongqing, and the popsicles frozen by Ji Chuchen with Dao Yun undoubtedly carried a trace of spiritual power, like a cool wind sweeping across the face, the scorching sun seemed to be separated from the world by an invisible barrier, and a cool breath flowed smoothly With their chests all the way up to the inspiration of the sky, the two children were so excited that their bodies trembled.

It was as if they were in the mountains, with layers of leaves covering the harsh sunlight, and in front of them was a crystal-clear stream with gurgling water and orioles singing in their ears, while they stepped on the fallen leaves and jumped excitedly towards the pool——

too delicious.

Have they ever eaten such a delicious thing?

You must know that ice itself is a luxury in summer, and only monks and dignitaries have the right to enjoy it. The two children never thought that they would be lucky enough to eat ice in summer, and...

Not just any ice.

Sweet, refreshing, not like the earthy smell they ate in winter.

The white-clothed young man who made the ice must be a monk. This is the ice made by the fairy. If you eat it, you may become a fairy... The two children were reluctant to bite, so they just held it in their hands and licked it. It didn’t take long for the popsicle There were signs of melting, and they hurriedly licked the remaining juice, and they were in a hurry.

Seeing their terrified looks, Yu Xiaotan smiled and said: "It's okay, eat quickly, and you can get another one after you finish eating. But you can only eat two, and you can't eat too much if it tastes good. If you eat too much, it will hurt your stomach." of."

The children nodded one after another. Although there was still desire in their eyes, they all obediently obeyed Yu Xiaotan's words.

Yu Xiaotan glanced at Bai Junda who was chewing next to him, looked at the four wooden sticks thrown down by the other party's feet, and said dumbfoundedly: "Xiaobai, why are you even worse than a child."

"What are you afraid of?" Bai Junda said vaguely with a mouth full of ice cream, "I'm not afraid of spoiling my stomach, so I can eat as much as I want."

"It's not just me, they all ate several of them."

Yu Xiaotan turned his head slightly, only to realize that several people held no less than three molds in their hands, even Ji Chuchen was no exception.

"...you should save some, and eat on the road later."

Yu Xiaotan hurriedly put away the remaining popsicles.

If he didn't accept it, his batch of popsicles would be chewed to pieces.

After inquiring about his father's news, and having finished making popsicles, Yu Xiaotan called the two children aside, stuffed a potato into each of them, and immediately bid farewell to the master.

As soon as they walked out the door, the hostess of the house suddenly ran out again, holding a few colorful silk ropes in her hand.

"Thank you, all the fairy masters," the woman looked nervous, but her gaze was still soft and warm, "I, our family doesn't have any good things to hand out. After much deliberation, I can only give the fairy master these few ribbons. Also, please don't dislike the immortal master."

Although the colorful rope is inconspicuous, it is very beautiful. The silk thread uses six or seven colors, and there is a very small sachet hanging at the end, which looks good on the wrist.

Yu Xiaotan keenly discovered that the colored ropes sent by the other party were also different in his own eyes. His own and Ji Chuchen's were of the same style, Che Yunwen's and Qiongqing's were of the same style, and Bai Junda's was of a separate style.

The woman lowered her head in embarrassment, and twisted her hands together cautiously: "It's all made by me, it's not worth a lot of money, and the fairy is definitely not bad for this. It's just that tomorrow is a blessing, after all, it is a blessing..."

Several people were stunned for a moment.

Qi Qiao Festival?