Zhuxian Ertianhuo

The blazing flames can never drive away the tide-like darkness of the night, but the loneliness of a person's journey only needs a friend of the same age, even if they have only just met each other not long ago.

I don't know when the moon has broken the clouds and the moonlight is bright, shining directly into people's hearts, until they talked...

"What!? Qingyunmen...doesn't have food to eat?" Yan Xiaoan let out a roar of disbelief, his face full of ghosts.Holding the branch with boiled meat in his hand, he stared blankly at Zhang Xiaoding, without moving for a long time.

Xiao Hui's legs moved slightly, as if she was disturbed from her sleep by a scream, she scratched her belly, turned over, and continued to sleep.

Zhang Xiaoding grinned, feeling his ears hurt.He didn't expect Yan Xiao'an to have such a big reaction at all, he was stunned for a moment, swallowed the meat in his mouth with a grunt, scratched his head in embarrassment, and said with a smile: "The uncle and uncle on the mountain said that since people say that we If you are a fairy, then the fairy must look like a fairy, and not be so smokey like ordinary people."

Yan Xiaoan blinked vigorously, as if she had just woken up from the shock, and said anxiously: "No! No! Then what are you eating?"

Zhang Xiaoding smiled mysteriously, and said: "You wait." As he spoke, he reached into his bosom for a while and groped for a while, while the other hand held a steaming pork leg, but he didn't feel that his hand was hot.

After groping for a long time, he seemed to have a lot of things in his arms.But ever since Yan Xiaoan saw his magical and weird bag, he just stretched his neck and waited eagerly, even forgetting to eat the meat in his hand.

"Here, that's it!" After waiting for a long time, Zhang Xiaoding finally took out a handful of pills from his arms, about seven or eight pills, yellow and round, and stuffed them into Yan Xiaoan's hands.

Yan Xiaoan took it in a daze, only to hear Zhang Xiaoding say indifferently; "This is called Bigu Pill. It was refined by Uncle Zeng on the mountain. After eating it, you can go without food for a few days, and it will be distributed to the disciples of Qingyun Sect as rations. These are all given to you."

Of course Bigu Danyan Xiaoan has heard of it, but this is the first time I have seen it, but when he took it in his hand, he didn't look at it curiously first, but suddenly looked up at Zhang Xiaoding, Zhang Xiaoding suddenly Shocked, Yan Xiaoan's horrified expression gradually turned numb, and after a while, he saw his lips open and close, and said word for word: "That means, not only are there no dishes, but there are also no steamed buns and rice. gone?"

Zhang Xiaoding was stunned for a moment, then nodded his head twice, looking very difficult, and said flatly: "That's right!"

"Huh." Yan Xiaoan sighed and lowered his head, no one could see what expression he had now.

Zhang Xiaoding couldn't help but comforted him and said, "Well, actually, you don't have to go to Qingyun. Qingyun has many rules, which make you almost want to go crazy. You won't be allowed to do this, and you won't be allowed to do that. The mountains are full of people. Uncle and uncle, senior sister and senior brother are all in charge of you, and you want to touch your head all day." As he said, he touched his head, his face full of resentment, his tone suddenly paused, he realized that his words were lost, and he straightened his appearance again , took a bite of the meat, and continued: "Although those uncles and uncles have profound Taoism, they don't necessarily have good medical skills. Uncle Zeng claims to be a master of alchemy. Ten furnaces of alchemy can break nine and a half furnaces. How about... wait I'll go back to the mountain to help you inquire, and it's not too late to make plans. Look, how is it?" Zhang Xiaoding patted him on the shoulder again with a smile.

Yan Xiaoan was shocked, raised his head in a daze, his eyes were distracted, he shook his head lightly twice, and said softly: "Qingyun must go, my uncle himself is a master in medicine, he said that only Qingyun's ghost... "Yan Xiaoan's voice faltered, and he immediately continued, "If he can save me, he must be the only one who can save me."

"Ghost? Where did the ghost come from on Qingyun Mountain?" Zhang Xiaoding said casually, but he didn't take it seriously. He patted him on the shoulder and said, "If that's the case, wait until Qingyun Mountain to worry about it!"

Yan Xiaoan let out a long sigh, and thought: This is the only way to go.So he sat up straight, sniffed the meat on the branch in his right hand, and grabbed the salt with his left hand, and then suddenly remembered that he was still holding the bigu pill in his left hand, which might make him unable to eat in the future.

Yan Xiaoan suddenly held up the seven pills, his eyes flickered again and again, glowing with anticipation again.

He put down the branch, held the elixir in both hands, and looked over and over in his hands.Look at it by moonlight, look close to the firelight, smell it with the tip of your nose, and finally can't help but lick it with your tongue.Close your eyes with great anticipation and savor the taste carefully.

"Uh" Sure enough, when Yan Xiaoan stuck out her tongue, her whole face wrinkled, like ten thousand evil spirits dangling in front of her eyes, the taste was self-evident.

Zhang Xiaoding looked funny and couldn't hold back his joy, but he didn't forget to remind: "Don't eat it, the taste is very bad, and" suddenly lowered his voice,

Leaning closer to Yan Xiaoan, he said: "Besides, after eating, you will be full, and you won't be able to eat anything else."

"Ah? Let's eat the meat first." Yan Xiaoan felt a gust of wind blowing and shivered, obediently put the Bigu Pill into his arms, sighed secretly, and decided to cherish the present.He forced a smile again and said, "Thank you, Brother Xiao Ding."

"Haha." Zhang Xiaoding laughed and said, "Small things, small things, Bigu Dan is not a good thing, it's better to eat meat." Zhang Xiaoding grabbed a handful of salt, sprinkled it on the pork leg, and then ate it in big mouthfuls up.

Yan Xiaoan sighed, and picked up a pinch of salt and sprinkled it on the boiled meat finely. Fortunately, the salt bag was big enough and there was enough salt in it, otherwise Zhang Xiaoding would have picked it up with a few handfuls.

The pot on the iron support was bubbling and bubbling, and the aroma was also overflowing.

The same eats meat, but the mood is very different, the stronger the aroma, the more uncomfortable Yan Xiaoan feels, and is quite worried about his life after he enters Qingyun.If the life is a little bit harder, it’s okay to be disciplined a little bit more, but this... this... eh, I’m worried at the moment, I just feel that eating meat doesn’t taste good anymore.

And look at the other side. "Smells good, smells so good!" Zhang Xiaoding repeatedly called out good smell, and sat on the stone carelessly, with his hands on his legs and a bone thrown by his feet, he had already started to eat another pork leg.But seeing the salt gradually decreasing in the salt bag, he suddenly slapped his head and said, "By the way, I just put the salt into the pot and cooked it."

Yan Xiaoan also felt the same, but still feeling lost, he just nodded and said: "Well, it was my negligence."

Zhang Xiaoding was not pretentious, and said: "It's okay, let's eat it." He started eating again.

"That's not right!" Yan Xiaoan raised her head suddenly, as if she suddenly remembered something.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Xiaoding was startled.I just think that Yan Xiaoan may have opened his eyes, and there are always wild ghosts swaying in front of his eyes.

Yan Xiaoan frowned and said, "You said your father is a cook?"

Zhang Xiaoding was startled, then nodded in a daze, and said puzzledly: "Yeah, what's the matter?"

"Then how do you say there is no food on Qingyun Mountain? What does the cook do?"

"Uh." Zhang Xiaoding suffocated, then laughed, scratched his head and said: "I forgot to say, I live in Dazhufeng, only Dazhufeng has a cook, and only Dazhufeng's disciples have normal meals."

"Oh," Yan Xiaoan suddenly realized, nodded again and again, but did not forget to ask: "Why is the Big Bamboo Peak so special?"

"This..." Zhang Xiaoding scratched his head, wrinkled his nose and tilted his head, "I don't know either. Maybe it's because there are few people in our Dazhu Peak?"

A trace of doubt flashed in Yan Xiaoan's eyes, and he asked, "I have something else I want to ask you."

"Ask, as long as I know, I'll tell you." Zhang Xiaoding waved his pork leg, and said so boldly that he almost slapped his chest.

"14 years old, how did Qingyunmen let you go down the mountain?" He looked into Zhang Xiaoding's eyes without blinking.

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Xiaoding shrank his neck, and immediately became wilted, choked by a large piece of meat, hammered his chest, coughed for a long time and did not speak.

I thought Yan Xiaoan was just asking about Qingyunmen, after all, he was going to Qingyunmen to learn from his master, so he didn't expect him to ask this suddenly.

Zhang Xiaoding looked at Yan Xiaoan's watery eyes full of longing, and at this moment when the cold wind was blowing, he was almost sweating.Suddenly there was a flash of light in his eyes, he straightened his back again, coughed lightly, and said confidently:

"You can travel north and south at eleven years old. Why can't I go down the mountain and travel around because I'm three years older than you?"

Yan Xiaoan didn't give him any chance to breathe, and immediately asked: "If that's the case, why don't you go to the city, but sleep here?"

Zhang Xiaoding froze, complaining incessantly in his heart, rolling his eyes back and forth, his thoughts spinning, but he really didn't know how to answer.While turning his eyes, he suddenly stared at the sky behind Yan Xiaoan, raised his hand, and exclaimed: "Meteor!"

Yan Xiaoan was startled when he heard the words, blinked but didn't move, but looked at Zhang Xiaoding with disdain, and thought to himself: This method of changing the subject is too low-level!But after seeing it for a while, Zhang Xiaoding still maintained that movement, as if a shooting star really flew by, waiting for him to turn around and look.

He thought again: "It really looks like it."

But after a long while Zhang Xiaoding still did not change his movements, Yan Xiaoan became suspicious, took a closer look at Zhang Xiaoding, and found that his pupils were gradually shrinking, Yan Xiaoan was startled, turned around suddenly, the fangs were already in his hands.