"not yet eat?"
Chang Ming looked at the roasted sweet potato in his hand.
I don't know how long the sweet potatoes have been kept, but they are not fresh at first glance.
The boy didn't say a word, and withdrew his hand behind him.
Chang Ming took out a plate of fresh bamboo shoots and fish fillets from the stove, scooped some leftovers, and put them on the table.
The food is cold, and if you want to eat something hot, you have to add firewood to make a fire, and Changming is too lazy to make it.
Who wants to embark on the road of cultivation, who has not gone through hardships and obstacles, and it is better to eat leftovers than roasted sweet potatoes that have been left for some unknown time.
As expected, the teenager stared straight at the meal, shoved the roasted sweet potato into his arms, and threw himself to the table. He didn't even need the chopsticks, and went straight to devour it, not knowing how long he had been hungry.
When he finished eating and raised his head, he realized that Chang Ming was gone.
The teenager wiped his mouth with his sleeve, hesitated for a moment, got up and washed the tableware and chopsticks, pushed open the door to leave, but couldn't help standing still.
Under the moonlight, two little paper figures were taking turns chopping firewood and picking up firewood.
And Chang Ming, who was supposed to be working, sat on the reclining chair by the table, drinking tea and looking at the moon, lazily and uncomfortably.
The teenager was stunned.
He had also heard that there was a newcomer next to Chef He. He was diligent and could do any job, and he was fast and good. He was very pleased with Chef He. work method.
Whoever changes this can be fast and good!
"What's your name?"
Chang Ming suddenly spoke, pulling back the fascination of the boy staring at the puppet.
The boy whispered: "Xiaoyun."
Chang Ming: "Which cloud?"
Teenager: "Clouds with blue sky and white clouds."
Not only do they look alike, they even have a cloud in their name.
Chang Ming really wanted to suspect that this man was the illegitimate son of his unworthy scoundrel.
"Who are your parents? Your father's surname is Yun?"
Teenager: "My parents are hunters in the mountains, they are all dead, and my distant cousin is in charge of the outer door. Seeing that I am pitiful, let me come in and do some chores."
Chang Ming frowned: "Have you heard of the name Yun Weisi?"
The young man shook his head without hesitation, not seeming to be fake.
He stood with his hands tied for a long time. Seeing that Changming didn't say anything, he couldn't help but look at it quietly, only to feel that no matter what the other party's expression was, even if he pondered and pondered, he was more beautiful than anyone he had ever seen.
But the young man didn't dare to stay for too long, for fear of causing the other party's disgust, he hesitated for a while, and couldn't help but whisper.
"Senior, if you don't have any orders, I'll go back first. Many, many thanks for helping me today..."
"Where do you live?" Chang Ming returned to his senses.
"It's halfway up the back mountain."
It's not far away.
Chang Ming: "I remember there was a forest halfway up the mountain, and some mushrooms in it were delicious."
Teenager: "There are some, you have to go early to pick them. There is a kind of morning dew mushroom that only appears before sunrise and disappears after sunrise."
Chang Ming: "I did hear Lao He say that the morning dew mushrooms are hard to pick but delicious. It's getting late, you should go and rest."
The young man left.
He walked a long way and couldn't help but look back.
Across the leaves, the figure of the other party in the moonlight was already a little blurry, but it seemed to be clearly imprinted in his eyes.
The young man did not know why he was so obsessed with Changming.
Maybe it's a reunion after a long absence.
Or the glazed phantom that haunts dreams.
Tonight was destined to be an adventure in his barren life.
Early the next morning, as soon as Chang Ming opened the door, he saw a basket full of morning dew mushrooms on the table in the yard.
The dew on the mushroom umbrella has not scattered, and the grass and trees are fragrant. It can be seen that it has not been long since they were picked.
There is only one person who will deliver this basket of mushrooms.
There was no one outside the yard, so it could be seen that the other party had no intention of staying to seek merit.
Chang Ming pointed and directed the two paper puppets to stay and clean up the house, while he carried the basket to Chef He.
This kind of mushroom is common but difficult to pick. Chef He has been thinking about using it for cooking several times, and he is not happy when he sees this basket.
As for these two puppets, as long as someone gets a little closer, the puppets will sense and automatically return to their original shape without being discovered.
It is not difficult to say this kind of art of imperial transformation, but there are very few people in the world who really master the trick. All of them are mountain masters who founded the sect. Unless they see it with their own eyes like Xiaoyun, no one can guess such a brilliant person. The transformation of the imperial object actually came from the hand of a helper.
When I went to Chef He, I learned an important piece of news that made Qixianmen feel uneasy—
Seeing that Xu Jingxian, the master of Lingbo Peak under the blood sect master, was ordered by the sect master to come to congratulate Liu Xiyu on her wedding, and asked Qixianmen to ask for someone alone.
"We are a small family, how can anyone be attracted to them?"
When Changming arrived, he heard Chef He asking someone else.
"I heard that what they want is Uncle Liu!"
The other party lowered his voice, but he didn't notice that Chang Ming was beside him.
Chef He jumped up immediately.
"What? We Qixianmen finally managed to produce talents, and they dare to attack Liu Shishu's idea?! What does it mean to want Liu Shishu?"
"Are you really stupid or fake? Seeing the blood sect master, the devil, men and women are not taboo, who is the person he asked for in the past, who came back? Either they were treated as a furnace and they were wiped out, or they became his seat. Pampering! What can we do when we go to Uncle Liu?"
"Then, then Master Liu is the best choice for the next head! Also, he's about to get married, so why... Seeing the Blood Sect Master really destroys humanity?!"
"I can only blame Liu Shishu's reputation as a gentleman, and it attracted the attention of the devil, hey! I heard that some time ago, there was a lot of trouble because of the selection of the next head."
"Why don't I know?"
"Is that something you can know? I also heard what the maid next to the head lady said. It was Hua Qingming, the uneasy junior brother of Liu Shishu, but I didn't feel that Liu Shishu was appointed as the next head, and ran to the head. There was a commotion in front of me, and I left the door after I was done. Before I left, I threatened to make Uncle Liu look good. I wondered if he went to see the blood sect and said something, otherwise, how could it be so coincidental, Hua Qingming just left on his forefoot. , after seeing the people of the blood sect, they will come!"
"What about Uncle Liu's marriage?"
"The person who saw the blood sect said that he should get married first, and then take his new wife to see the blood sect as a guest. The people of the Xiao family were terrified and wanted to regret the marriage. They are quarreling with the head and Uncle Liu in the hall. Woolen cloth!"
"Then tomorrow's wedding..."
"It's all messed up. I'm afraid the wedding won't happen. Seeing the blood sect interfering with this, who would dare to marry their daughter?"
When that person saw Chang Ming coming, he didn't bother to cover it up. Sooner or later, everyone in the family would know about the trouble.
If you see that the blood sect messenger is determined to ask for someone, then the head will have to face a dilemma.
If you don't give it, you will offend the blood sect.
With the strength and style of seeing the blood sect, it is an easy thing to want to wash a sect like Qixianmen.
But if Liu Xiyu was handed over like this, Qixianmen would not be able to raise his head since then, and Qixianmen would not even have the slightest hope of rising.
Chang Ming didn't interrupt from beginning to end, just listened silently.
He thought that his several apprentices were all mixed up, and everyone was afraid of others, but he was the only one who was helpless and depended on others.
He also thought that in those days, Zhou Ke could act erratically and be extreme at every turn. After so many years, his nature was hard to change, and he became more and more "grow-up".
The person gossiping with Chef He quickly left, leaving Chef He sighing.
"Did you hear that too?"
He glanced at Changming.
"Don't look at this sect, there seems to be a lot of people, it's really not enough for a little finger in front of others. Unless the sect master can persuade the blood sect messenger to change his mind, otherwise, hey, you say, if this really sends people over , will we Qixianmen be able to raise our heads and be human beings outside in the future?"
Chef He didn't expect Chang Ming to come up with any ideas, he was just looking for someone to talk about.
Chang Ming said: "Can Liu Xiaoyu win the blood sect to envoy?"
Chef He was about to say that he didn't know, when he heard a loud noise coming from the direction of the main peak.
The two looked at the sound, but saw that the sky above the Sanqing Hall on the main peak was dazzling and bright, like a rising sun in the sky.
Jian Po Changkong turned into a loud noise, and the bells were crisp and sweet, but the two voices intermingled at this moment, but there was an indescribable harshness, which made the eardrums tingling, and couldn't help covering his ears.
Chef He hissed and gasped, and immediately showed an uncomfortable look.
At this time, the two figures were looming, fighting in the air, and a man and a woman could vaguely be seen.
The man holds the sword, the woman dances.
"It's Uncle Liu!"
Without waiting for Chang Ming to question, Chef He revealed the identity of the other party.
"The other one seems to be seeing the demon girl from the Blood Sect, and they have handed it over?"
The farther away is, the more comprehensive the macroscopic view is.
Although Chang Ming is in poor health and his cultivation has not yet recovered, his eyesight has not disappeared.
In just a moment, he could conclude that Liu Xiyu was going to lose.
Sure enough, after a stick of incense, the sword light became weaker and weaker, Ling Duan took advantage of the emptiness to enter, and firmly twisted the body of the sword.
Liu Xiyu flew backwards and landed, disappearing from the sight of the two of them, and he must have been seriously injured.
Chef He let out a sigh of turbidity from the boss, and his expression was indescribably disappointed.
But this is expected in Chang Ming's view.
The genius of cultivation in the eyes of Qixianmen disciples is, after all, only a genius of Qixianmen.
What's more, seeing this envoy from the Blood Sect is indeed a bit unusual.
The victory or defeat of this battle is irrelevant to Changming, but it is a crucial battle for Qixianmen up and down.
Afterwards, not only Chef He sighed, but almost everyone Chang Ming had met was overcast and frowning.
Everyone knows very well that Liu Xiyu may not be able to avoid the fate of seeing the blood sect.
In the eyes of outsiders, Qixianmen can even hand over the eldest disciple of the direct line, and I am afraid it will be difficult to do anything.
Seeing that Chef He was not in the mood to test whether the Chaolu Mushrooms were fresh, Changming put down the basket, and suddenly his chest hurt.
His current body is like a candle in the wind, it's in a state of dilapidation, and it can't stand even a breath. Although it's slightly better, and on the surface it looks like an ordinary person, it's violent and sometimes even he can't control it.
He endured all the way, and when he pushed open the door, Changming staggered forward, and fell to the ground half-body, directly unconscious.
In another place, he would definitely not dare to pass out like this. Even if he clenched his teeth, he would have to hold on to a trace of Qingming, but Qixianmen has an advantage. It is hidden from the world. Rarely come here, it is an excellent place to rest, but it is much safer than when he heals his wounds elsewhere.
I don't know how long ago.
Chang Ming only felt like a drum was beating in his heart, and the shock made his heart and eardrums hurt, and his consciousness was suddenly pulled up.
Someone is screaming!
The sound is so familiar!
And it's not far away!
Chang Ming suddenly opened his eyes, his face was pale, and his body hadn't recovered from the attack just now.
But he already remembered who it was.
It's Xiaoyun, that boy!
The author has something to say:
Xiaoyun has a very, very, very important connection with Yun Weisi.
But neither father and son, nor rejuvenation.