I practice ruthless way

A faint glow of spiritual power overflowed from Yan Wushu's fingertips, dancing and whirling lightly, dissipating in the burning evening scene.

The setting sun is sinking inch by inch towards the western mountain, the tired birds are returning to the forest, and the mountain wind is growing.

Xiao Man lay back in the rocking chair, Yan Wushu leaned forward, met his dark eyes, and said with a smile: "I asked you before, but you said you were not interested in learning swords, and now you suddenly changed your attitude, so I'm curious."

The distance is too close, all the details of the opponent's face can be seen clearly, Xiao Man turned his eyes away.But the next moment, he realized that he couldn't retreat like this, forced himself to straighten his back, fixedly looked at Yan Wushu, and said, "The reason is very simple."

"Oh?"

"I just want to change some things that are preordained by the heavens." Xiao Man said, Yan Wushu's appearance was reflected in his dark eyes, his eyes and tone were extremely indifferent.

This time, Yan Wushu remained silent.

The so-called destiny is nothing more than the first-line marriage.

Yan Wushu pondered for a while, then said softly: "Little Phoenix, it is very difficult to change this matter."

"It's just against the sky." Xiao Man's tone was indifferent.

Xiao Man's realm couldn't bear the spiritual power of too many high-level people, and when he was about to reach a critical point, Yan Wushu withdrew his hand.Xiao Man got up without saying a word, and walked out of the corridor.

"You are really angry with me." Yan Wushu followed behind Xiao Man.

"Ling Guang-jun misunderstood." Xiao Man said softly.

"Although you are stubborn, you are never stubborn on important matters." These words refer to Xiao Man going to Bai Huafeng to learn swordsmanship regardless of his physical injury and disobedience.

"Besides, if you are not angry, why do you call me so unfamiliar?" This means that Xiao Man called him "Ling Guangjun".

Xiao Man stopped in his tracks, stared down at the flowers and branches not far away in the dark shadows, and thought carefully: "It's not appropriate to call you Ling Guangjun directly, but according to my current generation, I call you Yan The peak master is right."

"..." Yan Wushu said, "They used to call me Senior Brother."

"But I'm not your junior brother." Xiao Man smiled with a short and cold smile.

The mountain wind blew up his robes, and the dim sky made a deep outline of everything in the courtyard. Xiao Man shook his sleeves, turned his head to Yan Wushu and said: "It's not early, I'm going back to the hermitage to prepare for tomorrow's homework, thank you, Peak Master Yan, for healing me. "

After saying that, without looking back, Yufeng returned to the courtyard that nominally belonged to him in Xueyi Peak.

The green lotus in the pond has withered, only a few red fish are left to shuttle between the rhizomes; the evening candle in the stone lantern has been lit, and the figure of the child in front of the door is illuminated.Rong Yuan squatted on the stone steps to decoct the medicine, under the medicine pot there was a faint light of fire, the bitterness overwhelmed the delicate fragrance of the tuberose in the corner.He kept pinching his nose, and when he noticed Xiao Man, he hurriedly stood up and saluted.

Xiao Man looked at the stove, and remembered what he ate at Wugulou at noon.

Since Bigu, he has never eaten this kind of pyrotechnic food—of course, it may be because the fast food in the Jokhang Temple is not delicious. Today, he ate the food in Gushan and felt that the taste was very good, but he was a little helpless. Let go.

After hesitating, Xiao Man asked aloud, "Can you cook?"

Rong Yuan tilted his head: "Your Highness, do you mean steamed rice?"

Xiao Man has seen others steam rice, it is nothing more than a few bowls of rice mixed with a small amount of water, and then served on the stove.Of course he was not referring to this, and corrected Rong Yuan: "It's cooking."

"It will be something homely."

"for example?"

Rong Yuan counted with his fingers: "For example, vinegar potato shreds, hot and sour radish shreds, green pepper shreds pork, pickled pepper beef shreds, fish-flavored pork shreds, cold chicken shreds."

"Why is it all silk?" Xiao Man was rather curious.

"Cutting into shreds is not an easy job, it's very suitable for sword practice." Rong Yuan put his hips on his hips, his brows were quite proud.

Xiao Man thought for a while: "Then let the shredded chicken be served cold, not too spicy, and make some soup, so it's quicker."

"Now? But here..." Rong Yuan raised his chin towards the stove, looking a bit embarrassed.

Xiao Man took the fan and tongs from him, "I'll do it."

"How can I bother you with such a trivial matter!" Rong Yuan was shocked.

"I don't know how to cook." Xiao Man said.

Rong Yuan responded, turned around and took half a step, realizing a problem: "But Your Highness, there is no pot in our retreat!"

"Borrow it." Xiao Man gave him advice.

"Oh."

Rong Yuan quickly walked out of the far door, looked around, and chose the road leading to the Taoist Hall.

He clearly remembered that there was a time when Yan Wushu fell in love with studying recipes when he had nothing to do, so the temple was full of pots and pans, even oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.

On the way there, Rong Yuan stopped by to hunt a chicken in the forest, dug some radishes and picked a handful of vegetables. (Hunting wild game endangers life, the plot of the article requires it, and the audience should not imitate it.)

Arriving at the Taoist Hall, I saw Yan Wushu sitting in a rocking chair on the corridor, staring at the distant sky with deep eyes.The moon rises in the east, and it is more complete than last night. The mountains and plains are filled with bright light, so clear and bright that it is not eye-catching.

Rong Yuan saluted Yan Wushu.The latter had already noticed that he was coming, but only then turned his head to look over: "What are you doing here?"

"Your Highness said that he wants to eat shredded chicken in cold salad, but there is no cooking utensils in the hermitage, so Rong Yuan came over to borrow the kitchen." Rong Yuan held up the pheasant to Yan Wushu to read.

Yan Wushu glanced over the chicken, and asked, "Where did your Highness go and who did you meet during my retreat?"

Rong Yuan thought for a while and replied: "Except for the trip last night, His Highness has been in Xueyi Peak all the time, and he has never seen anyone."

"Understood." Yan Wushu frowned inconspicuously, waved his hand at Rong Yuan, and signaled him to go to the kitchen.

The wind that didn't know when to stop in the courtyard picked up again, and the flowers and branches trembled unceasingly. Yan Wushu looked back at the moon in the sky, and beat his palms with his folding fan.

"Then why did you get angry all of a sudden? He was injured so badly? There was a brawl on Baihua Peak yesterday, but the participants were only a group of low-level disciples, and he was in Xueyi Peak, so no one could help alarming me Next, go beyond the restriction and hit him hard..."

Yan Wushu muttered in a low voice, then closed his eyes, concentrated his thoughts, and began to deduce the backtracking.

With a snap of his fingers, Xiao Man lit all the stone lanterns in the hermitage, lighting up the courtyard as bright as day.He sat down where Rong Yuan had been sitting just now, and glanced at the stove, the fire that was blown up by the wind immediately turned into a thin strip, jumping slowly.

Xiao Man showed a satisfied expression, took out another Qiankun Ring from the Qiankun Ring, and sank his consciousness into it.

This is the one given by Bai Huafeng. Xiao Man remembered that there was a course schedule in it.He took a look and found out that tomorrow morning is the formation class.

Same as today's talisman class, the books used in the formation class are also preliminary explanations.Xiao Man is more interested in the formation than the talisman. He has studied it for several years. Although he is not very proficient, his level is at least above average. This book is too simple, so after reading the table of contents and the first and last two pages, he put it aside go back.

He took out other books and flipped through them one by one, and finally stayed outside to read carefully, which was Gu Shan's mental method and beginner's sword method.

About half an hour later, Rong Yuan returned to the hermitage with the food box, entered the door and said, "Your Highness, the food is ready, where do you plan to eat?"

Xiao Man got up and pointed to the stone table in the southeast corner of the courtyard.

"Come on!" Rong Yuan shouted imitating the waiter in the restaurant at the foot of the mountain, walked quickly to the place, lifted the lid of the box, and laid out the dishes.

The first dish is the cold shredded chicken that Xiao Man ordered, a sharp plate, the shredded chicken is bright in color, coriander, chives and chopped red peppers are sprinkled on the surface.

The second dish is stir-fried green vegetables, Xiao Man didn't quite recognize what it was, but it was green and translucent.

The soup is chicken soup, with jujube and wolfberry added, and the soup is golden in color.

"I specially chose the chili peppers sent from the north. Although it looks red, it is not spicy."

"The chickens on Xueyi Peak are all grown up eating Lingmi Lingzhi. They taste different from ordinary chickens, and the meat is very tender."

"Although the chicken soup didn't take long to cook, it used talismans. I tasted it before it came out of the pot, and the taste is not bad."

Rong Yuan said while setting the table and chopsticks for Xiao Man.

Xiao Man sat down and said softly, "You eat together too."

"Thank you, Your Highness, but I just took Bigu Pill not long ago, and I won't be hungry for half a month." Rong Yuan shook his head, served Xiao Man a bowl of soup, and went back to the stove where the medicine was boiled.

Rong Yuan's cooking skills are not bad, but compared to the chefs in the Five Drum Towers, they are still a little less hot, Xiao Man put down his chopsticks after eating some, and continued to read the book just now.

Gushan's mentality is excellent, even if he is just getting started, there are many things to appreciate.Xiao Man read it carefully, and unconsciously, the moon was in the sky, and the midnight was approaching.Looking to the side, the fire went out early, the boiled soup was placed in the food box, Rong Yuan sat on the steps with his knees hugged, sleeping soundly.

Xiao Man stared at the food box for a while, finally got up and drank the medicine, then sent Rong Yuan back to the house, and extinguished the lights in the courtyard with his sleeves.

On the next day at Maoshi, when the sky first dawned, Xiao Man left Xueyi Peak.

There was still some time before the morning class started, Xiao Man didn't control the wind by himself, and took the flying beast like yesterday.He likes the feeling of walking slowly among the clouds, and he can take a leisurely look at the world one by one.

The morning breeze was blowing, and the sleeves of the clothes were flying up and down. The disciples of Gushan were as diligent as ever.Xiao Man heard the sound of swords again, starting from the bank of the stream, from the forest, and from everywhere, the symphony formed one piece.

Not long after, Ting Yunfeng appeared in front of him.This is the loneliest and most unique peak in Gushan, like a sword that goes straight into the sky.There is no one on the peak, except for the chirping of birds and insects, no sound can be heard.

The peak masters and elders here are the most mysterious existences in the lonely mountain. It is said that they have been playing outside all the time, leaving a large formation to guard this place, so that birds can cross, but people try to stop them.

Xiao Man stared at Ting Yunfeng for a long time, until he completely disappeared from his field of vision, then turned his head back.

A few minutes later, Bai Huafeng arrived, and there was an endless stream of people walking towards Chaoyu Tower.Xiao Man didn't notice the figures of Qu Hanxing and Mo Juntian, and the back row was empty, so he sat alone in the seat from yesterday.

He put the books to be used on the table and raised his hand to open the window.A familiar chickadee flew in again, this time holding a round and huge spiritual fruit.

Titmouse put the fruit on Xiao Man's table, approached briskly, and rubbed his head against his fingers and wrists.Xiao Man rubbed the top of its head with his backhand, and suddenly heard a voice from beside him:

"Can I sit here?"

The voice was not very unfamiliar, but it was not familiar either. Xiao Man turned his head and saw that the person who was asking the question was dressed in Jiqing robes, with clear and handsome features, and a gentle and polite expression.

It's Wei Chuyun.

Xiao Man looked around inside the building, and there were still a lot of vacant seats. This person obviously came here on purpose.

"Wei really wants to make friends with Young Master Xiao." Wei Chuyun's tone was sincere.

Xiao Man took the tit with both hands, sent it out of the window, raised his eyes and said: "I am not the owner of this seat, so I don't think I have the right to refuse it for it."