In winter, just after the light rain, a carriage left deep ruts on the muddy land.
The driver who drove the carriage was a middle-aged man who looked like a dark farmer in the country, but he was slightly taller than ordinary people.
His stubble is very dense, probably a beard, but he didn't grow the beard.
What is more abrupt is that he has a pair of squinting eyes on his dark and rough face.
If Lu Xun saw it, he would pay special attention to it. He has watched a lot of anime, and in his impression, squinting eyes are all monsters!
The dark man seemed to have seen something, suddenly stopped the carriage, jumped down, and said, "Hey, this wild vegetable is not bad. I can make soup for my husband later, so that he can taste my newly researched dish."
Although his culinary skills are unanimously disliked by everyone, and he also likes to develop some speechless new dishes, he has always been passionate about cooking and feels that he can become a peerless chef one day.
Therefore, along the way, once he sees good ingredients, he will always stop.
Inside the carriage, a middle-aged scholar in an old white shirt sighed. He leaned against the window, glanced outside, and then sealed his sense of taste with spiritual power.
The dark man parked the carriage on the side of the road, took out a whole set of kitchen utensils and tableware from the storage ring, and began to do what made him happiest.
It didn't take long for him to cook a pot of thick green vegetable soup.
He took a sip himself, and then his face darkened even more.
After tasting, he tasted it, feeling that he didn't taste anything, and then he tasted it carefully, feeling that he tasted the fragrance of nature.
"It's not bad, at least it's improved compared to before. It doesn't matter if it tastes good or not, what Mr. cares about the most is always this intention." He said in his heart.
Holding the soup and rice, he stood outside the carriage and said, "Sir, it's time to eat."
"Bring it in." The middle-aged scholar who had already prepared said.
But when he saw the appearance of this soup, he immediately felt that his preparation was still not enough.
"Forget it, mind is the most important thing."
The big dark man is right, Mr. is such a person, he pays more attention to his heart, as long as everyone remembers him and thinks of him in everything, he will feel happy.
"Third brother, how far is it from the Demon Sect?" the gentleman asked.
The dark man, that is, Zhuge Laifu, replied: "If we continue to travel like this, it will take another seven days."
"It's still seven days away, slow down." After thinking for a while, the gentleman glanced at the sticky vegetable soup in his hand, and said involuntarily, "Fly back."
"Okay." Zhuge Laifu nodded and said, "It's been several months, and I haven't seen my junior yet."
On the contrary, the gentleman had an indifferent expression on his face.
After the meal, Zhuge Laifu listened to his husband and released the horse.
The amazing thing is that this horse still refuses to walk, and it seems to be quite spiritual.
"Let's go, let's find a place to practice hard." Zhuge Laifu waved at it again.
This time, the big black horse knew that it would be useless for him to persevere, so he didn't dare to play tricks anymore. He lowered his horse's head, knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times as if saluting, then got up and ran towards the forest.
A carriage without a horse looks a bit weird. Zhuge Laifu sat on it and muttered: "Hey, drive!"
Then, with a wave of his rough hand, the entire carriage floated up. Then it flew higher and higher, faster and faster, until it turned into a black light and disappeared.
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Mr. has returned to the sect, but the news did not cause much disturbance in the Mo sect.
For the disciples of the Demon Sect, the whereabouts of the master are beyond what they can understand. When the master is in the back mountain and when he is not, the Mozong disciples don't know at all.
Including Shen Yan and the others didn't know that the master returned to the clan at first, but they sensed the aura of the third uncle Zhuge Laifu, so they guessed that the master had returned, and hurriedly got up to greet him.
Shen Yan stood in a row with the four peak masters, saluted the carriage suspended in the air, and said, "Welcome sir to return to the sect!"
After finishing speaking, he still did not forget to salute Zhuge Laifu: "I have met the third uncle."
Zhuge Laifu nodded with a smile, and the curtain of the carriage was lifted, revealing a palm with orchid fingers raised slightly. The gentleman poked his head out of the carriage, waved his hand casually and said:
"How many times have I told you, don't come here anymore, let's all go back and do our own business."
He didn't ask anything like "Is the Mozong still stable recently", and he didn't care about it. To be precise, there are not many things worthy of his concern.
Shen Yan and the others looked at each other with a smile when they heard the words, and hastily made way for the gentleman, letting the carriage continue to float in the direction of the back mountain.
In the small study in the back mountain, Maonanbei was lying on her big wicker chair, basking in the warm winter sun. Suddenly, her cat ears moved slightly, and she sat up from the rattan chair, startling the little mute beside her.
Maonanbei turned his head towards the room: "Lu Xun! Come out quickly!"
Lu Xun was a little confused, so he ran out and asked, "What's the matter, Fourth Senior Sister, I was taken aback."
"I sense the aura of the third senior brother. Mister should be back." After Maonanbei finished speaking, he stretched out his little hand, grabbed Lu Xun with one hand, and Lin Chan with the other, and flew towards the bamboo forest. go.
In the bamboo forest, the second senior sister was still sitting high on the boulder, but she was obviously waiting for something.
"Did you come back so soon, sir?" Lu Xun was slightly surprised.
He raised his hand and straightened his robe, wanting to make a good first impression on Mr.
Of course, with a natural charm 10, Lu Xun is very confident, and feels that there is no reason to make a bad first impression.
A simple black carriage landed in the bamboo forest, and the dark man driving it jumped off the carriage.
He glanced at Lu Xun and couldn't help but froze for a moment.
Then, the curtain of the carriage was raised, and an ordinary middle-aged man in an old white shirt stepped out of the carriage.
He was not tall, and was shorter than Lu Xun. His temperament was not as outstanding as Lu Xun's, he was a bit like a poor and down-to-earth scholar who didn't pass the exam.
And Lu Xun could clearly see his upturned orchid fingers and the small steps he took when he walked... a little gay.
The most important thing is that all the members of the Demon Sect wear black robes, and the female disciples also wear black shirts or black skirts, but he is the only one who wears white clothes.
To say something disrespectful, Lu Xun felt that the gentleman revealed a bit of coquettishness inside and out...
And when he was looking at Mr., Mr. was also looking at him.
The gentleman just glanced at him, and couldn't help frowning slightly, and let out a cry:
"Um?"
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