Ning Yu nodded without asking further questions.
The meals are all ready.
There are usually three meals a day on Huiliu Mountain with a certain time. If anyone misses the time, the kitchen will not provide meals, and he can only starve. The food on the mountain is usually very simple, mainly vegetarian vegetables and fruits. Most of them are grown on the mountain. Now that guests are coming, the preparations are more generous than usual. It is said that relying on mountains to eat mountains, there are not many around Huiliu Mountain, but there are still many mountain treasures.
But I don’t know if I want to entertain the distinguished guests too much. All the dishes tonight are too salty, even the radish soup served at the end is salty. Ning Yu said bluntly: "What's wrong with the cook today? No salt Is there any money?"
Jiang Fan felt the same: "I have to talk to him about it later."
Mo Chen didn't say anything, just poured a large glass of water for everyone, so as to deal with the meal first.
Xiaodong didn't raise his head, and silently lowered his head to pick up the rice.
Ning Yu didn't notice anything unusual about Xiaodong either. The two didn't know each other well at all, he only thought that Xiaodong was extra shy because of the presence of outsiders.
In fact, Xiaodong secretly looked at Ning Yu two or three times. When he just entered the room, Xiaodong took a quick look at him.
When Ning Yu bowed his head to eat and drink soup, Xiaodong also took the opportunity to secretly look at him.
It seems that Senior Brother Ning did not see him in the afternoon.
Xiaodong breathed a sigh of relief.
Mo Chen slowly finished the food with water.
He didn't feel relaxed at all.
Junior brother's previous dreams were different from this one.
Whether Jiang Fan forgot about hand oil or what happened on Lunjian Peak, they all happened during the day, but Xiaodong only dreamed about it at night, and there was an interval of several hours. But this time, things were different for Ning Yu. When Ning Yu stood on the stone pagoda, Xiaodong was dreaming, so Ning Yu's compass found him.
What about next time? Will it be different from this time
Because of his preoccupation, Mo Chen didn't taste the saltiness of the dishes at first, he didn't even know what he ate, it was Ning Yu and Jiang Fan who talked about it, and he realized that today's dishes were indeed saltier than usual .
Seeing that the younger brother didn't raise his head, Mo Chen told him softly: "If it's too salty, don't eat it."
Eating too salty will definitely make you thirsty at night.
After going back, find some fruit to pad his stomach.
The lights on the mountain are scattered, making it look very lonely.
Zheng Huilin came in with the food, and called into the room: "Brother Zhai, let's eat."
Zhai Wenhui responded, came out from the back room, took the bowls and chopsticks from Zheng Huilin's hand, and helped to clean the table briefly, and the two sat down to eat.
Zheng Huilin didn't talk much, and Zhai Wenhui didn't talk too much. Among the courtyards where the disciples of the outer sect lived together, their courtyard was the quietest. After eating, Zheng Huilin put the bowls and chopsticks in the tray and put them outside the door, and took them away when the kitchen servants came.
After dinner, they did their own thing, Zheng Huilin was meditating, Zhai Wenhui went outside to practice swords, and when he came back from the training ground, he also met Mo Chen and Xiaodong.
This is not surprising at all.
The junior brother is like the tail of the senior brother, as long as he meets the senior brother, seven or eight out of ten times he will see the junior brother follow him.
Xiaodong didn't know why, but when he saw Zhai Wenhui, he always felt guilty. Knowing the other party's secret, it seemed like he had done something wrong.
When Senior Brother Zhai walked away, Mo Chen looked at Xiaodong thoughtfully.
He could see Xiaodong's strange behavior just now.
"Let's go."
Xiaodong quickly responded and followed Mo Chen's pace. The night was dark and the road was uneven, Xiaodong stretched out his hand to hold Mo Chen's sleeve, at first he was a little sneaky, but later he became blatant.
Mo Chen sent Xiaodong to the gate of the courtyard, and told him: "Don't run around, and review the method twice. If you haven't eaten enough for dinner, there are dates, persimmons, and shortbread in the room, and you can add some by yourself." .”
"I know." Xiaodong nodded honestly, "Brother, come back earlier."
Mo Chen also nodded seriously and agreed to him: "I know."
After finishing this matter, he turned around and went to the guest courtyard to look for Ning Yu.
Xiaodong held onto the door and looked out, until he could no longer see Mo Chen's back, then closed the courtyard door. The moon has risen, illuminating the coldness of the ground.
Mo Chen and Ning Yu have known each other for more than ten years, because Li Zhenren and Hu Zhenren are familiar with each other and have been in contact with each other for a long time. When Mo Chen first met Ning Yu, he was probably eight or nine years old? Younger than my junior brother now. When Ning Yu was a child, her health was even worse than now. She had to lie down for eight out of ten days, and her body always smelled like medicine.
At that time, Ning Yu didn't like to talk.
Mo Chen didn't have a good friendship with Ning Yu at the beginning, but he was polite to him because of Hu Zhenren's face. Later, Ning Yu's body became better than before, and she became more cheerful, and the two gradually became acquainted with each other.
Ning Yu obviously also has something on his mind, this Mo Chen can see it.
It might have something to do with Xiaodong, it's not hard to guess.
Mo Chen tapped on the door twice, and Ning Yu raised his voice in the room and said, "Come in."
Ning Yu was tidying up the papers he had drawn one by one, when he saw Mo Chen coming in, he happened to pick up a helper: "Come on, give me a hand."
Mo Chen took the stack of papers from him, feeling a little dazed.
"According to the order I wrote on it, just lay it on the ground for me." Ning Yuduo explained: "I wrote it down when I used the compass to measure the spiritual pulse in the afternoon. There is such a pure and rich flavor at the bottom of Huiliu Mountain. spiritual veins, but the spiritual power on the mountain is very thin."
In Ning Yu's view, if the spiritual pulse of Huiliu Mountain is compared to a large tank of oil, then standing on the mountain can only sense a little oil on the water.
Mo Chen helped Ning Yu spread those papers all over the floor. Fortunately, the room is spacious enough, otherwise these dozens of papers would not be able to be spread out.
I couldn’t see anything just now, but now that the paper is put together according to the marks, Mo Chen realized that those curved ink lines on the paper were not drawn casually. After laying them, Mo Chen found that the ink lines on the paper were continuous When it rises, a huge and complete distribution pattern of spiritual veins is formed.
Ning Yu spread the last piece of paper by his feet, and when he raised his head, his eyes went dark, and his feet staggered, if it wasn't for Mo Chen's quick-sighted hand to help him, Ning Yu would have fallen headfirst to the ground.
"Be careful yourself, don't force yourself."
"I don't force it, I know it." Although his body is weak, Ning Yu is full of energy at the moment, his eyes are shining brightly, and he has no intention of resting at all.
"Look at this." Standing in the middle of the paper-covered room, Ning Yu took out the compass: "I was at the stone pagoda in the afternoon, um, that's the right location." (To be continued)