"Of course, the nickname must be taken, who is the sky bypassing." Xue Meng appeared enthusiastic and enthusiastically introduced to Chu Wanning, "I think you are not old, should you be no more than five years old? Then you have just come to the top of life and death, and you are not familiar with everyone, you will know that there are twenty elders here, and almost all of them have nicknames among the disciples."
"Oh." Chu nightning gave him a meaningful look, "For example?"
"That's what I said. But it's getting late, and I'm a little hungry. Thank you for your suggestion today. I'll take you down the mountain to have some supper and talk while you eat."
Chu nightning lowered his head and thought about it, smiled and said, "Well, okay."
Xue Meng put away Longcheng, pulled Chu Wanning's hand, and the apprentice who was in the dark and the master who had shrunk the body walked along the long bamboo stone steps to the mountain gate.
"Little brother, what's your name?" Xue Meng asked as he walked.
Chu nightning replied calmly: "My surname is Xia."
"Xia what?"
"Xia Sini."
Xue Meng was unaware of the deep meaning, and asked happily: "Yes, it sounds good. Which two words are they?"
Chu nightning glanced at him like a fool: "... Situ's secretary, the reverse of the disciple. Xia Sini."
"Oh." Xue Meng asked again with a smile, "How old are you this year? I guessed right before, isn't it more than five years old?"
"..." Chu nightning had a dark face. Fortunately, Xue Meng looked at the road and did not look at his expression, otherwise he would be frightened. "No, the young master guessed wrong.... I am six years old this year."
Xue Mengdao: "Then you are really talented, although it is a little worse than I was in the past. But with a little training, it must be a great descendant. So, if you don't study in Xuanji, you call me a teacher. Brother, I'm going to ask my master to accept you as a disciple, do you like it?"
Chu nightning tried his best not to roll his eyes: "What do you want me to call you?"
"Brother Shi." Xue Meng bent down with a smile and flicked the forehead of Chu nightning, "This opportunity is not for anyone."
Chu nightning looked complicated: "..."
"What's the matter, are you too happy to speak?"
Chu nightning: "..."
The two were talking and laughing, at least Xue Meng thought they were walking "talking and laughing". Suddenly, a voice came from behind, ending the conversation and talking about Xue Meng's life.
"Huh? Mengmeng, why are you here?"
The whole peak of life and death will be guilty of calling Xue Meng Mengmeng, who else can it be? Xue Meng didn't even turn his head, and his mouth was already scolded.
"The ink burns your dog, you call me like that again, believe it or not, I pulled your tongue."
As soon as he turned around, the ink burned the light clothes and fluttered, standing under the bright moon, grinning at the two of them. He originally wanted to tease Xue Meng again, but suddenly noticed that there was a beautiful and beautiful child standing beside Xue Meng, and couldn't help but stunned: "This is..."
Xue Meng pulled Chu Wanning behind him and raised his eyebrows at the ink: "Can you manage it?"
"Don't, don't, don't hide." Mo Ran went around and grabbed Xue Meng's hand, dragged Chu Wanning out, squatted down and looked at it carefully, suddenly snorted and murmured, "This child He looks so familiar."
Chu nightning was alert: "..."
"It always feels like I've seen it somewhere."
Chu nightning secretly said that it is not good, if the identity is seen through this, what face will he have in the future? Thinking about subconsciously, he took a step back and turned around to escape.
"Don't go!" The ink burned and pulled him with a bad smile, stretched out his finger, swiped on Chu nightning's nose, and whispered slowly, "Come on, little brother, tell your brother what's your name?"
The bridge of the nose he touched was straight and greasy, and Chu nightning was embarrassed and guilty, and stepped back.
Mo Ran thought he was afraid, he laughed and said: "What are you hiding, dear, tell my brother if your surname is Xue?"
Xue Meng: "???"
Mo Ran pointed at Xue Meng and asked Chu Wanning with a smile: "Is this person your father? You have to tell the truth, so that your brother will love you and buy you candy."
"You're sick, Mo Weiyu!!" Xue Mengdeng exploded, his face flushed red, and he shouted with a prickly tail, "You, you, what are you thinking? You, you are dirty! You, you Dirty! You, you, you are shameless!"
Chu nightning was also speechless for a while, but his heart was a little wider: "... My surname is Xia, I am a disciple of Elder Xuanji, Xia Sini."
"Scared you?" Mo Ran smiled and bent his eyes, but he was not stupid. He heard the meaning of the name when he heard it, "Haha, it's interesting."
"… "
"You are sick!" Xue Meng pushed the ink away fiercely, and said angrily, "He is my new friend, and it has nothing to do with you. We are going to have supper, you give me way."
"Oh." The ink burned away. But soon he put his hands behind his head again, and followed them with a smile.
Xue Meng roared at him: "What are you doing?"
"I'm going down the mountain for supper too." The ink burned innocently, "Isn't it allowed?"
Xue Meng: "..."
Impermanence Town.
Since the establishment of the sect on the top of the dead and life, this town that used to be haunted by ghosts and ghosts has gradually returned to its former peace, and now it is even a bit lively.
At this time, the night market was open, and Xue Meng and his party walked among the stalls, found a shop selling antique soup, and sat at the low wooden table in the open air.
"Antique Soup" uses a copper kettle as a cooking utensil, which is placed on a burning charcoal basin. When eating, the fire does not go out, and the soup in the kettle is boiled. The soup is often spicy and spicy, and the table is full of fresh ingredients. Because food falls into boiling water, it will make a "gu-dong" sound, hence the name Antique Soup.
This is a famous dish of Sichuan and Shu, but Chu Wanning has never eaten a clear soup pot that does not put spicy food.
Xue Meng was born in Shu, and Mo Ran grew up in Xiangtan. Both of them were accustomed to spicy food, and naturally felt that "Xia Si Ni" must be able to eat spicy food.
When sitting down to order, Xue Meng called out several dishes with familiarity, and came again: "There must be more pepper in the soup, and the red oil must be put on the ground."
Chu nightning suddenly pulled his sleeve, and said quietly: "I want a mandarin duck pot."
"What?" Xue Meng thought he had heard it wrong.
Chu nightning has a dark face: "I want a mandarin duck pot, half spicy, half not spicy."
Xue Meng: "...You are not from Shu?"
"Um."
"Ah." Xue Meng nodded, showing a clear look, but also a little surprised, looked at Chu Wanning's eyes, and said, "Then you are so young and far away from home, it's really... ah, forget it. That's it." He sighed, turned his head and said to Xiao Er, "Okay, let's just use the mandarin duck pot."
Chu nightning did not know why he heard a trace of unwillingness in Xue Meng's tone.
Then he found that this was not his hallucination. Xue Meng was really unwilling. When he was waiting for the dishes, he was talking: "Junior brother, since you have come to Shuzhong, you must learn to eat spicy food. You can't mix with others if you don't eat spicy food. It's hot, do you know? You can't speak Sichuan dialect, but you can't eat chili peppers. By the way, where are you from?"
Chu nightning said: "Lin'an."
"Oh." Xue Meng thought about it and felt that he was not familiar with the Jiangnan water town, so he bit his chopsticks and asked squintingly, "Then your hometown, do you eat rabbit heads?"
Before Chu nightning could answer, Mo Ran said with a smile: "Of course I don't eat it."
Xue Meng glared at him, and Chu nightning also glanced at him.
The ink burned a tripod on a long bench, with his elbows on his knees, and fluently turned the chopsticks in his hands. Seeing this, he tilted his head and smiled: "What's wrong? Look at me like this, don't eat."
Xue Meng turned his head and asked Chu Wanning: "Do you really not eat?"
"Um."
Xue Meng stared at the ink again: "How do you know? Have you been to Lin'an?"
"I haven't been there." Mo Ran made a grimace, "but Brother Xia and our master are from the same town, don't you know that the master doesn't eat rabbit heads? When he took cold dishes in Meng Po Tang, he didn't mix it with shallots. Tofu, just take sweet-scented osmanthus lotus root, if you don’t believe me, you should pay attention to it next time.”
Chu nightning: "..."
"Ah, I didn't pay attention. Since the last time I saw Master's breakfast, I didn't dare to look at his plate. It's really scary." Xue Meng touched his chin and slowly showed a disgusting expression. "Master's taste is really indescribable. You know what? He actually eats salty bean curd."
Chu nightning: "..."
Speaking of Xue Meng, he turned his head and looked at him. He said earnestly: "Little brother, you must not learn from the elders of Yuheng. No one will want to eat with you in the future. Remember, rabbit heads and peppers must be eaten. , eat bean curd in the morning, don't pour sauce into it."
"There are also seaweed and dried shrimp." Mo Ran added.
"Yes, there are seaweed and dried shrimp." Xue Meng rarely shares the same hatred with Mo Ran, "It's simply unbearable."
Chu nightning glanced at the two fools and said expressionlessly: "Oh."
The dishes will be ready soon, the frozen bamboo shoots are crispy, the green vegetables are green, the tofu is crystal clear, the fish fillets are fresh and tender, the lamb slices are rolled into thin rolls, neatly arranged in a white porcelain plate, and the crispy meat is fried to a golden brown and crispy. , sprinkled with cumin and pepper, a pot of freshly ground soy milk was placed on the side of the table, and the short table was creaked.
Friendship daughters are eaten at one meal, not to mention the hot antique soup, three or two rounds of fat sheep are put into the pot, and one or two soy milk is in the stomach. Rao is the cold feeling of Xue Meng and Mo Ran, It couldn't help but temporarily softened in the dense steam.
Xue Meng's chopsticks were rummaging in the spicy oil soup: "Hey, what about the brain I left behind?"
"Isn't your brain resting on your neck." Mo Ran smiled.
"I'm talking about pig brains!"
Mo Ran bit his chopsticks and smirked: "Yes, I'm talking about pig brains."
"Dog son, how dare you scold me—"
"Hey! Your brain is floating! Eat fast!"
Xue Meng was excited and was caught by him, shouting: "Take your dog's paw away! Don't grab me, this is my brain!"
Chu nightning was sitting on the small bench, holding a porcelain jar of sweet soy milk, and while drinking it, he looked at the two naive ghosts next to him leisurely. He Shi Shiran was not in a hurry, anyway, half of the clear soup pot was his.
After drinking the soy milk, the child licked his lips with a sigh of relief, and the ink burned when he saw it, and asked him with a smile: "Little Junior Brother like this?"
Chu nightning digested the title of "little junior brother", and silently estimated the possibility of getting rid of this title, and found that it was almost zero, so he had to say dryly:
"Well, not bad."
The ink burned so he turned his head and said: "Little Er, this soy milk, get another can for my junior brother."
Chu nightning then drank the second can with satisfaction.
He is naturally fond of sweets, but before he had tooth decay because he ate too many pastries, it took a lot of work for Elder Greedy Wolf to fix it for him. After that, Chu nightning was obstructing face and didn't eat more every time.
At this time, he turned into a child, which was convenient for him to eat dessert.
The ink burned and looked at him eating and said, "Your taste is similar to that of the master."
Chu nightning was choked, but his face was still very calm, calmly: "... Senior Brother Yuheng?"
"Yes." Mo Ran nodded with a smile and pushed a plate of steamer to Chu nightning's hand, "Come and try this. I think you will like it too."
Chu nightning picked up the leaves in the bamboo steamer, took a small bite, and the soft and white skin revealed a hole, and the steaming bean paste stuffing inside was soft and sweet.
"Is it delicious?"
Chu nightning took another bite, and then nodded: "Well."
The ink burned and smiled: "Then you eat more."
The three of them were eating and chatting, and Chu nightning suddenly remembered the previous conversation. He pretended not to care. After eating the fourth Ye Erpa, he asked Xue Meng: "Young Master, you were on the mountain before. Tell me, every elder has a nickname, since my master, elder Xuanji, is called the King of Ruin, what is the nickname of elder Yuheng?"
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The stalk of the mandarin duck pot comes from the joke "How to see that a Sichuanese is so disappointed in you", the following is an adapted version of some characters in the article-
How to see that the young master of the top of the dead is extremely disappointed in you
Xue Ziming: Alright, let’s make a mandarin duck pot.
How can you tell that Elder Yuheng is so disappointed in you
Chu nightning: Yes. No sugar, no sugar.
How do you see that the handsome little brother at the top of the dead is very disappointed in you
Shi Mingjing: Oh... well, if you look like a mother, you should look like a mother.
How can you tell that Young Master Ye of Linyi Confucianism is so disappointed in you
Ye Wangxi: If you don't play, you won't play.
How can you tell that the senior elder brother of Kunlun Taxue Palace is utterly disappointed in you
Mei Hanxue: Oh, the same upstairs is the same upstairs.
How to see that the protagonist of this article is completely disappointed in life
Mo Weiyu: Humph! Big scumbags are big scumbags.
Meat Bun: … Wait, someone above seems to have given up on himself