stardust

Distant mountains are like Dai.

There is a small lake nearby, about ten feet wide, the lake water is crystal clear, and you can see fish and shrimp swimming among the aquatic plants.

A black-clothed man wearing a bamboo hat was sitting quietly by the lake, fishing.

There was light rain falling from the sky.

A woodcutter came down from the mountain with firewood on his back, passed by a fishing man, looked at his fishing basket, and said, "Oh, I actually caught two big silver carp! Master Song, what are you doing today?" Free to fish?"

The fisherman - Master Song did not turn his head, staring at the fishing rod and replied: "There are few people in the tavern today."

"Oh, let me tell you, you don't usually have time to spare. It's raining lightly, so you have to go back early. Master Song, I'll go first, so that the firewood won't get wet." The woodcutter watched Master Song fishing for a while and then left up.

Master Song still stood still, and neither did the floats in the lake.

Today is Ming Xiyue's death day.

Song Lan comes to the lake to fish every year at this time, rain or shine.

The fishing rod was moving, Song Lan waited for a moment, then raised the rod, a red carp drew an arc in the air and landed on the grass by the bank.

He stood up, went to the big carp, took the carp from the hook, threw it into the fishing basket, then baited the hook and threw it into the lake.

The rain was not in a hurry, it was drifting finely, and there was a puff of water smoke on the lake.

Song Lan sat down again, with a stern face, looking at the lake, as if wishing to pierce the water. He still couldn't forget what happened in the lake in Qingyu City. To be exact, he still didn't believe that Yue'er was dead. Haven't seen it with my own eyes.

It's just that seven years have passed, and Yue'er has indeed been gone for seven years.

The fishing rod was moving again, Song Lan recovered from his contemplation, and quickly picked up the rod. The fish that was hooked this time seemed to be a little bigger, but the rod didn't get up as before, but was dragged forward by the fish.

Song Lan hurriedly mobilized his internal strength, but the pole still didn't get up.

"This fish is not easy, could it be a water ghost?" Song Lan thought to himself.

He managed to pull three times, and saw that the fishing rod was being pulled by two forces, neither moving forward nor retreating, and the fishing line was stretched straight.

"No, if this continues, the line may break." Just as Song Lan finished speaking, the fishing line broke with a "bang", and Song Lan was forced to take a few steps back, but did the hooked fish run away? A small piece of blood foam floated on the surface of the water, it seems that the fish was seriously injured.

After standing still, Song Lan looked at the ray of red on the surface of the lake, and felt very puzzled. He had been fishing in this lake for seven years, but he had never encountered such a fierce fish like today, and he had never heard that there was water in this lake. Ghosts and other evil spirits, what the hell is going on?

The fishing line was broken, and such a strange thing happened again, Song Lan didn't want to fish anymore.

He packed up his tools, picked up the fish basket, and walked home.

After returning home, Song Lan went straight into the kitchen with the fish in his hand, and started making a whole fish feast.

This year he plans to make eggplant fish with pine nuts, Xiangjiang fish with salt, sweet and sour season flowers, fish slices and crucian carp tofu soup. Every year he will make four fish dishes and one fish soup. He will not repeat it, just to show off what he has done this year The craftsmanship of the dish.

Today's Song Lan is the chief chef of Yong'an Restaurant, and also one of the best chefs in Yong'an City.

Song Lan was bored in the kitchen chopping and chopping. After an hour, the whole fish feast with four dishes and one soup was ready. He brought the food to his room and set it up. Then he took out Yue'er's Moon Spirit Sword and put it on the table.

"Yue'er, look, I have learned a few new dishes, I hope one day you can eat them yourself." Song Lan said softly to the Moon Spirit Sword, the Moon Spirit Sword emitted a faint light, as if hearing Song Lan like words.

"Yue'er, when will your soul wake up? Seven years have passed. Yong'an is a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, and outstanding people. I know, what will it be like when your soul wakes up? In fact, I am still very confused, raising the Moon Spirit Sword, and cooking your favorite food, can't I wake you up?" Song Lan said to herself with some frustration.

"I heard that Xingchen established the Xiaoyue faction in Taihe Mountain, accepting disciples and preaching. He really realized his ambition. You have always supported him. You should be very happy to hear the news, right? I heard that he is still looking for me. What do you want me to do? You are dead, we can never go back to the past, why should we meet again, alas!" Song Lan sighed.

The heat of the milky white fish soup gradually dissipated and began to cool down. A thin film of oil was formed on the surface of the soup. Song Lan didn't intend to move his chopsticks at all, but just sat there blankly.

"Song Lan, Song Lan, are you about to get sick? In the past seven years, you have cooked so many delicious food every year, seduced me, and then whispered in my ear, alas, you really can't see it." Yue Ling Seeing Song Lan's appearance, Yue'er's remnant spirit in Jianli couldn't help complaining.

"Actually, it was his wish for the little uncle to save the world and spread the word. He did it, and he did it very well. Didn't you, Song Lan, also fulfill your own wish? Abandoning the sword and retiring from the world, tasting the delicacies of the world, this is you Inner thoughts. Therefore, your choices have nothing to do with me, so why always use me as a shield. Living self is nothing at all." The Moon Spirit Sword flickered.

Seeing Yue Lingjian's reaction, Song Lan suddenly became happy, thinking that Yue'er was responding to him, so she picked up the chopsticks and began to taste the fish soup she made. Although it was a bit cold, it still tasted delicious.

"Yue'er, you like fish the most, so I learned to cook many kinds of fish dishes. It is estimated that you will not repeat the same dishes every day for a month. Shouldn't you learn to cook some other dishes? If you eat too much of one kind of dish, you will get tired of it. "Song Lan said to Yue Lingjian after eating.

"Hehe, you are actually tired of eating, but I haven't eaten a single dish." The Moon Spirit Sword flashed again, "Hey, it seems that I have to return to the human world as soon as possible, I am so hungry Me!"