Chapter 756 – Pastries Made by the Concubine Back Then
Chapter 756 – Pastries Made by the Concubine in Those Years
Outside the house, the fine rain patted on a few clusters of spiritual wonders, inside the house, Huang Tai Gai’s tone was strange: “San Diei Valley, you should know, there are extremely many demons inside, and that Liu Widow of Weiyang City went to guard it in front of her.”
Xin Zhuo indistinctly, remembered that year had heard folded Feiyan said that place, surprisingly not far from here?
Huang Taigai also said: “Three Diego Valley nine valleys seventy-two doors, is a labyrinth in general, there is a martial arts cultivation of the early years of the Middle Ages ancient battlefield, there are martial arts great power to sit down, leaving countless withered bones and terrible hostility, this many years of demonic creatures were gradually born, and Li Guangling in the deepest part of the person, although this person is just an ordinary person who pretends to be dead, but the insights of a very wide range of people, the old man is also willing to bow to the next best thing, he knew the death of the ultimate is the secret of life, perhaps the death of a person is the ultimate is the secret of life. The ultimate is the secret of life, perhaps these years have already made up for the longevity of life!”
After a pause, and said: “I discuss with the wisdom of the Hundred Dawn Tower Master Ming, after the Confucian Sacred Bits, send you there, you go to find Li Guangling, that old boy not only more ideas, but also the art of changing the face, with his help, the world can not find you, not only can you get rid of the entanglement of the Dala, the Diffractive, but also to prevent the target of the year’s intentional people, the future of the cultivation of the future what achievements The future is all up to you, remember! A gentleman does not stand on a dangerous wall, never act impulsively, go!”
Xin Zhuo got up, arched his hand and saluted, walked a few steps, and then turned back to ask: “Why is Mr. Huang helping me so much?”
Huang Tai Gai waved his hand feebly and said, “I’m happy to!”
“Very well!”
……
Xin Zhuo walked out of Huang Tai Gai’s hut, the four Tai Seekers had already left long ago, and under the lotus leaf tree in the courtyard, at some point, there were four more old men sitting in a cross-legged position, their gazes looking with a little curiosity.
Xin Zhuo nodded, walked out of the courtyard, tilted his head to look at the dusky sky, the fine rain drenched down densely, he felt that the reasoning of this world is a bit ghostly.
Celestial Five Failures, not my goal anymore.
Sacred realm!
Nothing is extremely useful, a hundred years into sainthood.
What you think you can’t achieve, I don’t believe I can’t.
Even if it’s not for my own sake, the children buried in Longevity Village should be reasoned with, shouldn’t they?
He lifted his feet and walked towards the front, not far away Ling Yayue hurriedly ran with a tarpaulin umbrella, shielding him from the rain and said, “The room is ready, Great King.”
Xin Zhuo asked, “If you don’t come, I’m going to go make up a room with Master Zhiming.”
“How can I?”
Ling Yiyue lightly laughed: “Even if there is no Husbandman Huang and Master Zhiming, there is no way that those of us can condescend to the Great King.”
The two of them walked towards the front along the green stone path that was exceptionally bright by the rain, clutched a loft, and in front of them stood two people quietly, two oil paper umbrellas.
The first one is a square-faced, chin full of stubble youth, a green-gray robe, long hair tied casually with twine, hanging a simple ancient sword at the waist, pocket bulging, revealing the head of a milkmaid.
His eyes were very deep, as if they were glaciers that would not melt for eternity.
Behind him stood a woman with a pink jacket, a flying bun, slightly powdered, who seemed to have extra respect for the man.
Favorable thoughts!
Xin Zhuo couldn’t help but stop in his tracks, arching his hand at the youth and smiling lightly, he said, “Senior Xin Zhuo, meet Senior Yan Kaishan!”
Fondness Siliang worshipped under Yan Kaishan’s door, and now respectfully stood behind this person, coupled with the fact that even though this person stood silently, he still exuded the overpowering blade intent and the iconic baby in his arms, it was undoubtedly the same withered bone Yan Kaishan from back then.
The youth’s tone was icy cold as he said, “You really are a smart person!”
Xin Zhuo said: “You can’t be in front of seniors!”
He had enough patience and respect for those who had once been kind to him.
Yan Kaishan said, “I’ll live next door to you.”
After saying that, he turned around and left, like he was too tired to say one more word.
Favored Thinking bowed and hurriedly followed.
Ling Yiyue looked at Xin Zhuo and whispered, “This person is very strange, it seems like he doesn’t give face to anyone, yesterday he forced back the talented disciples of the three major clans with a single sword and then said get lost, it’s very interesting.”
Xin Zhuo did not make a sound.
The courtyard he lived in was in the northwest corner of the group of high and deep eye gaze buildings, a single courtyard covered with begonias, in the courtyard, besides the begonias, there was also a lush new-toothed weeping willow, while the furnishings in the room were also quite cozy.
Ling Yiyue left, small yellow back golden bones and ran to the bottom of the bed “closed” to go, he sat alone, looking at the rain outside the window daze.
Inexplicably, he recalled the year in the Volsung Mountain, Cui Ying’er they were captured to the Autumn Palace Pavilion, his own helpless, no one to rely on, borrowing wine to dispel their sorrows, that quiet, handsome, eyebrows have a water flow flower tin woman, also came from the rain.
Thinking of that woman, his mood became extraordinarily complex again.
At this time out of the corner of his eye suddenly found a delicate figure in the cluster of begonias outside the window, is gazing at himself, gazing at, and disappeared.
His heart tightened, flashed to the window in the begonia clusters, vaguely smelled a very different from the fragrance of the begonias, the figure flashed again, leaped over seven or eight courtyards, however, the figure completely disappeared. “What kind of figure are you in the end?”
He couldn’t help but stand still and sighed.
Just now, even though it was only a glimpse, he still recognized the identity of that figure.
One of his concubines back then.
The charming, mouth-to-mouth feeding of chilled prune soup back then was unspeakably absurd in today’s eyes.
After a while, he turned around and walked back, pathway to the courtyard, there were people coming out.
“Senior Xin, what a coincidence!”
Four or five people greeted him together, and it was clearly Teng Shanqing, Zuo Mengyuan, Elder Gu and Zhao Li.
Xin Zhuo didn’t feel surprised that Deng and Zuo appeared here, only Elder Gu and Zhao Li appeared here, something wasn’t quite right, with their status, they were afraid that they weren’t qualified.
Could it be that all of the Ru Mountain can enter regardless of their origins?
He didn’t have the mind to be polite at the moment, nodded slightly and went back to his own small courtyard.
The rain is getting heavier and heavier, soon Ru Mountain layers of pavilion building has been a white blanket.
Walked into the house, could not help but stare, the table did not know when more than two pots of wine and three pieces of paper wrapped pastries.
This is obviously not Ling Yiyue sent, at this time has not yet arrived at the time of Ru Mountain offerings of mountain treasures, snacks.
When he walked to the table, he realized that there was someone standing outside the back window, Yan Kaishan.
“It wasn’t sent by me.”
Yan Kaishan slatted his face and said, “I just smelled the scent of wine!”
Xin Zhuo sighed and sat down at the table, waving his hand.
Yan Kaishan walked into the room and sat on the other side, opening an altar of wine and lifting it up on his own accord.
Xin Zhuo had to open another altar of wine, and the two clinked glasses.
The pastries in the paper bag on the side emitted a burnt aroma, probably not something good, Yan Kaishan opened a packet by himself, inside the four sides of the snacks were really a bit dark, he tasted a bite and spat: “Not good!”
Xin Zhuo, however, looked complex, pinched up a piece and put it in his mouth, slowly chewing, like tasting something special and delicious.
Yan Kaishan was a bit surprised: “You are a person who can suffer, this is bitter to the heart.”
Xin Zhuo vaguely said: “It was made by one of my concubines back then, this is actually already very heartfelt.”
Yan Kaishan stared wide-eyed: “You’ve been killed everywhere, and you still have a concubine with you?”
Xin Zhuo said: “Now that she isn’t, I don’t know who the hell she is now.”
Yan Kaishan thought for a moment and said, “Can’t understand, it’s a mess.”
“Hmm.”
Xin Zhuo swallowed and picked up another piece to eat, chewing slowly.
Yan Kaishan lifted the altar, gulped it down and dried it in one mouthful, wiping his mouth and said, “The wine is not bad, this Ru Mountain has come with forty-eight forces, of which there are six holy places and super sects, with countless experts, how much do you grasp of tomorrow’s Ru Sheng remnants?”
Xin Zhuo bluntly said back, “Not sure.”
“Just as well!” Yan Kaishan got up and headed out, “After all, you don’t know if you can survive the night!”
The words that were spoken had no head or tail.
Outside, the night was deepening, and soon nothing could be seen.
Ling Yiyue did not come to deliver the meal, after all, Hunyuan Void Martial Artist has long been abstaining from food, more than one meal, less than one meal, it does not matter, Confucianism does not seem to care too much about these earthly and mundane rules.
Xin Zhuo did not light the lamp stone, he was pondering what Yan Kaishan had said when he left.
At this time, he looked outside, only to realize that a creepy killing intent had passed through the curtain of rain and entered the room.
(End of chapter)