Penglai delusion

After staying in the back mountain for almost half a year, Xi Mo realized that there was really too much rain here.

But when he first arrived, he didn't realize it, only half of his heart was immersed in the joy of entering the immortal sect.

On the way here, Lu Jiayuan had already explained to him that although Dao Qingxu belonged to one school, the rules of each mountain were different.The old man is fully in charge of the affairs of the back mountain, which is much clearer and more intuitive than the structure of the peak master, elders, stewards and many disciples among the five peaks.

Saying goodbye to him at this moment, as if thinking of something again, I just said in a hurry, "Yes, I remember that there should be an elder Keqing in the back mountain. I don't know what his temperament is, but no one has seen it. good."

Xi Mo's feet were stagnant, and his palms were already sweating.Lu Jiayuan threw away the jade ruler in his hand, stepped on it and waved goodbye, "Goodbye, Junior Brother! If there is anything you don't understand, you can come to Zhufeng to find me!"

"Senior Brother Lu..." He raised his head and wanted to confirm with Lu Jiayuan, but when he saw that he had already left in the fog, he couldn't help feeling a little panicked.

Xi Mo clenched his fists, sat down on the bluestone slab, and tried hard to recall the conversation in Chai Yuan just now, thinking that he probably really admitted the wrong person.

All of a sudden, many thoughts ran through his mind.

For a while it was what Elder Gandu and Cui Yangqing said, and for a while it was what Lu Jiayuan said just now.

Although all disciples are treated equally after joining the sect, the peak masters and elders will also accept disciples according to the situation.Those who can be selected are outstanding disciples with excellent talents who need to focus on training.

In general, most of the disciples are only assigned to the elders, and they can ask for advice when they encounter doubts in the practice, and there is no special guidance.

In addition, there are so-called outer disciples.They are people with poor qualifications, but are kept because of other outstanding performances in the assessment.Although they don't have a name, they can also receive guidance and practice Taoism. In addition, they need to work under the steward and handle the miscellaneous affairs of the school.Just like Gan Du and Lu Jiayuan's intentions for Xi Mo.

Xi Mo felt that he could try his luck.If he can become the apprentice of that elder, no matter whether the old man refuses him or not, he can stay anyway.

He took a deep breath and climbed up again, but his legs and feet were not as light as when he came, but as heavy as lead.

There was no sound in the garden, the shadow was still imprinted behind the gauze curtain, and there was only a slight movement when turning the pages of the book.Xi Mo took a few glances into the room and saw a very delicate water dropglass, so he said, "It's almost time to feed, senior, do you want to eat?"

The shadow pondered for a moment, "Okay."

Xi Mo went to a nearby hut, opened the door and looked, and suddenly lost his voice.The stove hadn't been used for an unknown period of time, and the doors and windows were closed tightly, so a layer of fluff ash had been suffocated.

He pulled up his sleeves and picked out half a bag of round-grained rice, several cans of black beans, half a strip of bacon and a bunch of dried peppers hanging from the fly ashes.He didn't know much about meat cooking before, but at least he knew the basic procedures, so he first found a wooden barrel and cloth to tidy up the house.When splitting bamboo poles from the back of the house, I dug a few bamboo fungus along the way and washed them together with the previous ingredients.

After finally heating up the stove, he found that the bottom of the purple clay pot was cracked a few times. He frowned and thought for a while, then took a bamboo pole and trimmed it a few times, filled it with chopped food, and made it into a bamboo tube. Rice processing.

The unremarkable dried pepper was the best ingredient, and it made his eyes sting a little.During this period, he came and went in and out of this room, but there was no response from the other side of the study.

Xi Mo let the bamboo tube simmer in the fire, and when he went out to wash his face, he found that it was already dark.There was no light in the courtyard, but the mountain wind was stronger.Dark clouds rolled over the top, and it was about to rain again.

He soaked his hands in the water for a long time, looking at the bamboo curtains in the study room moving, there was no one there.

Are you leaving?Xi Mo had a lump in his throat, and when he passed by again, the man was gone.

He lowered his eyes, staring blankly at his red and slightly swollen palms, then leaned forward again, and tied up the plain gauze that was fluttering in the wind.On the wooden table in the couch is a copy of "Ling Fei Jing", the volume is covered with yellow, and it is obvious at a glance that it is an old thing.

Xi Mo thought, he left because he had finished reading the book.

Suddenly a thunder rolled outside, and there was a rustling sound in the sky and the earth.

Xi Mo came back to his senses, took advantage of the rain, hurried to the kitchen, saw the only bright color burning in the dark night, and suddenly felt comforted in his heart.

The smell of the rice is very strong, the bacon is salty, the bamboo fungus is sweet, the dried pepper is pungent, the black beans are fragrant, and the japonica rice is fragrant.The tea and fruits that I ate at the top of the mountain before were no longer counted. Xi Mo looked at the fire with his legs crossed, thinking that when the rain fell heavily, he would just be able to start eating.

It's a pity... no one can taste his craft anymore.Xi Mo touched the tip of his nose, sneezed, and felt a cold wind blowing from behind, shaking the stove halfway.

When Xi Mo turned his head, he was a little dazed.

The man came dressed in mist and rain.It is the same color as the screens in the mother's house.

Flying catkins in the setting sun, late smoke and spring sorrow.When the east wind blows, the ten miles of bead curtains are covered with luxuriant curtains, and the black clouds drag the rain across the fishing boats.

——The scenery is in Yangzhou.

Xi Mo has never been to Yangzhou, but when he was a child held on his mother's lap, he had read the picture book of Jinling Gudu.

Mother is from Yangzhou.She pointed to the smudged paintings on the silk, and said that there were gray walls and black tiles, always surrounded by misty rain.People walk on the street with oil-paper umbrellas of various colors, which are wet flowers that bloom in the rain.

He thought that the taste of the rain over there must be different from that in Yongzhou.

It is very gentle.It is emerald green stained with smoke.It's my mother's green shirt, and it's also Mr. Cao's bean green robe.

Now, it's his Misty Rain color.

"...Senior." Xi Mo only said two words, and his throat seemed to be choked again.

The man didn't make a sound, but took out a piece of candle from his arms and handed it to him.

It turned out to be looking for Liangzi.Xi Mo hurriedly turned around, and quickly stretched his hand into the furnace. Then he felt a pain in his hand, but his mind froze. The man asked suspiciously, "What are you doing?"

Then he shook his hand away in shock, but threw the candle into the fire.

Silent for a while.

The man pondered for a moment, "Candles, that's not how they are lit." He was also dumbfounded when he saw Xi Mo's hot mature powder's fingers, and then stretched out his hand.

His hands were flawless, like green and white jade, and the flames reflected on them, jumping and jumping, making Xi Mo dizzy, "Senior, I..."

The man had already folded his hands under his palms.

Simerton felt the stinging pain in his flesh and blood being trapped in a puddle of cold water, as if it really didn't hurt that much.

He felt better, and seeing this man bent his knees and lowered his eyebrows, looking very serious, he felt that the snow-like breath came from his clothes, almost soaking his eyebrows and eyes.

It was very strange, although it was as cold as ice and snow, the warm misty rain outside did not freeze, it remained the same.

...Then, he is actually a gentle person.Xi Mo thought, it's the same with my mother and Mr. Cao.

Thinking of this, Xi Mo's heart became a little more at ease, and his mind was no longer confused, "Thank you, senior."

Seeing that the man did not speak, he was not as disturbed as before. Seeing that the man withdrew his hand, he took out a stump of candle from his pocket, moved it to the hearth to rest for a while, and then got up and put it on the stove, "So Come on, don't burn yourself any more."

Xi Mo's ears turned red, "Disciple understands." He touched his lips, trying to say something, but finally they closed.

His right hand was as good as ever, and even the redness and swelling from the pepper sting earlier were gone.Clasping his still itchy left hand, he hesitated and said, "Senior, this disciple's other hand is also broken."

The man was moving the candle to a higher place, when he heard this, he glanced at his left hand, and then looked back at the candle, "No problem, it will be better tomorrow."

Xi Mo: ...

He felt that he might not have calmed down yet, and after thinking for a while, he realized that the meal was already cooked, so he pulled a few bamboo tubes out of the fire, beat them on the ground, and opened one with a knife.

Really spicy.It's just that he never imagined that the rice had been dyed burnt red, and it was very... hard to swallow.

Xi Mo was a little embarrassed.I guess I can barely accept this taste,

but……

It's too late to do it now, and Kuang can't eat it by himself and teach others to wait on the sidelines.

How excited he was just now, how much he wanted to hide the bamboo tube now.But the smell was really appetizing, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that the man was also staring at the bamboo tube intently.

But he couldn't laugh, and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Would you like to try it, senior?" After a pause, "You may not be used to the taste of Yongzhou."

"You can try it." The man took it and took a bite very calmly, "It tastes good."

Xi Mo was stunned, opened the second one, tasted it himself, tears were about to fall immediately.

Peppers that can sting and swell your hands should not be underestimated!Only this person...he looked at the other side chewing slowly with hesitation, there was no difference on his face, so he could only put his head down and take another bite.

Now he's really warm.No, not only is it warm, but the whole body is going to burn up.

Xi Mo didn't dare to take a closer look.Although the dried chili tasted very pungent, he had never tried such a heart-burning meal.

He went to the cauldron to scoop up two tubes of water, drank a sip of water, and ate half a mouthful of food, but felt that the spicy taste was even worse, and his entire mouth was numb.

But the man still ate carefully, and never took a sip of water.Xi Mo was so hot that his eyes were blurred with tears and he even thought he was hallucinating - how do you see him getting happier as he eats?

The man was eating the same as when reading a book, he didn't make a sound at all, and he didn't even turn his eyes.So when he heard the breath on the other side gradually becoming flustered, and saw a fiery little face dripping with tears, he was naturally stunned.

"you……"

"Disciple...incompetent." Xi Mo said with his tongue swollen, "I didn't expect... this pepper..."

"You've been poisoned." The man concluded calmly, "Close your eyes."

Xi Mo closed his eyelids, feeling a coolness blowing over his face, he couldn't help sniffing, and felt that the burning nasal cavity was much more comfortable.

Today he lost his composure frequently like an evil spirit, but now he simply calms down and just wants himself to feel better.

There was a bone-piercing pain on his face, he frowned and let the man do what he did.After a while, I heard humanity say, "Okay."

Xi Mo opened his eyes dejectedly, and saw that he picked up the bamboo tube and began to eat in one bite. Then he was sure that this seemingly innocuous person was really hiding his secrets, and even the thin lips were still pale, not showing the slightest bit. Redness and swelling.

"Senior, there are still two cans of this meal." Xi Mo said, "If you appreciate it, then accept both."

With a "hmm" on the other side, Xi Mo heard a hint of joy.He had no food to eat, so he could only stare at people. After watching for a while, he remembered something important, "Senior, what should I call you?"

The man swallowed his last mouthful of food, but said indifferently, "Anything you want."