Three-pot porridge and naan

Chapter 29 Grandpa Plum Blossom 7 3 pots of porridge and naan to eat dagger

Wandong even suspected that Monk Xuanji had already settled down when he entered the table, and what was sitting here was just a shell, so Wandong stretched out his hand and poked Monk Xuanji's arm.

"..." He didn't even move a bit, which was amazing.

Zou Wu'an was already tasting his third cup of tea, Wandong wondered why Zou Wu'an didn't even say he wanted to show respect after drinking three cups.

After an unknown amount of time, Wandong felt that the sun was already setting, and only then did he hear a young monk shouting outside: "Master, the time is up."

Only then did the master slowly open his eyes.

Zou Wu'an also pretended to stand up and bowed to Xuanji: "Thank you Xuanji for accompanying me today."

Xuanji also stood up and bowed: "Wu An is polite."

The two saluted back and forth in front of Wandong, and Wandong couldn't do it unless he stood up.

Wandong followed obediently.

Monk Xuanji looked over and said with a smile: "Benefactor Wandong, you and I are destined."

"Ah?" Wandong was stunned for a while, then raised his eyebrows and asked, "How do you say that?"

The monk just laughed: "We will know later."

Hell, I'll know later... Wandong's face turned black in an instant.

On the other side, Zou Wu'an covered his mouth and smiled for a long time.

Coming out of the Wanguo Temple, Wandong only felt that his whole body was soaked in the smell of burning incense.

However, today he is rarely at ease, and the internal energy in his body is not restless.

Hey, did he really have a relationship with Monk Xuanji?

Don't you want him to become a monk?

Wandong thought about how he would look with his head shaved.

"...It's better not to."

Zou Wu'an called him several times but he didn't answer, so he stretched out his hand and shook in front of him: "Wandong!"

"Ah" he came back to look at Zou Wu'an.

"I'll go back first, you go back early."

"Okay, farewell."

At the end of September, Wandong went up the mountain with her aunt again to pick up chestnuts and walnuts.After returning home, Roche fried walnut oil and left two big pots for Wandong.

At night, Luo made a big bowl of duck blood vermicelli for Wandong and Xiaobai, and Xiaobai was very satisfied.

It was rare for Wandong to drink up all the soup.

"Wandong still has fried meat, eat it slowly, and I'll fry it in a while!" Luo Shi laughed.

After Mei Xiaobai finished eating the duck blood vermicelli, he washed the bowl and waited for his mother to make fried meat.

The fried golden meatballs were brought to the table, Mei Xiaobai picked up one with chopsticks, Luo Shi didn't clap his hands at this moment.

Wandong used to eat more mutton and less pork, because mutton slightly suppressed his illness, and now he couldn't eat the duck blood vermicelli, but he still took a bite.

Luo's craftsmanship is very good, and he can always make delicious food in different ways for Wandong and Xiaobai to eat.

After Luo Shi fried the meat, he used the bottom oil in the pan to fry the chestnuts with sugar.

Mei Xiaobai went to bed until he was so full of food. At night when the two brothers were lying on the bed, Mei Xiaobai asked Wandong how Monk Xuanji was.

Wandong was speechless, what's wrong with it, it's not just one nose and two eyes, but he still replied seriously: "It's pretty good, I don't like to talk, and I'm not noisy at all."

Mei Xiaobai let out an "ah" and suddenly thought, does my cousin despise him for making noise?

Winter is coming soon, and the days after winter go by very quickly. At the end of winter and the beginning of the twelfth lunar month, Wandong often goes back to Xuejiazhuang. The bills of the blacksmith shop are about to be settled, and the long-term workers in the family have to pay their annual salaries. After all, the New Year is coming at the end of the year. .

Wandong got a headache from the counting room, and was trapped in the counting room for several days and couldn't go out. He really wanted to borrow the counting room from his aunt's house.

In the middle of the twelfth lunar month, heavy snow fell, and many roads to Beijing were blocked.

Wan Dongwo didn't leave the stall at home, and didn't go back to Xuejiazhuang. At this time, Zou Wu'an suddenly came to look for Wandong on horseback.

Wandong was puzzled, and only heard Zou Wu'an say: "Xuanji is looking for you."

Wandong suddenly remembered what Monk Xuanji said that day, he said that the two were destined.

No comment, it's been a long time since the fate...

Wan Dong put on his cloak and followed Zou Wu'an to Wan Guo Temple.

Among the lights of Wanguo Temple, Xuanji held a letter in his hand.

This letter was sent by Fang Zixian, and it was a letter asking for help.

He and Miss Zhu's family escaped from the Demon Palace, but they were caught up by the young master of the Demon Palace after Longwai. Fang Zixian had no other choice, and the only person he could think of as soon as he could ask for help was Monk Xuanji from Wanguo Temple.

Fang Zixian is a smart person, he understands that his letter cannot be delivered to Xiaohe's martial arts lord at this moment, except for Xuanji who he recognizes, no one can save him and Zhu Lenghe.

"Longwai?" Wandong narrowed his eyes, "Now that the road is blocked by heavy snow, it will take half a month to get there at the fastest. Whether we can save people by then depends entirely on God's will."

"The poor monk knows that Benefactor Mei is a kind-hearted person."

By saying that, Mei Wandong is willing to save people.

"No, I'm not a kind person for no reason, I just think that the martial arts leader owes me a favor, this Fang Zixian is his nephew, if I can save him, it would be good to save his life, but, Xuanji, when will I leave? "

"Leave tonight." Xuanji replied, "The luggage is ready."

"I'm even more surprised. Monk Xuanji, are you familiar with Fang Zixian or Zhu Lenghe?" Wandong asked after receiving the luggage from Xuanji.

"Not familiar."

"Then why save them?"

"Because the Zhu family and the Fang family can get the medicine of the ancient golden soup." Xuanji replied without reservation.

Seeing Wandong choking for a while, Zou Wu'an found it amusing for no reason.

Naturally, Wandong blushed and didn't ask any more questions. Thinking about the eternal golden soup that Xuanji created in ten years, it went directly into his stomach...

Zou Wu'an sent Wandong and the others out of the city, and lent Wandong his beloved horse, and told him to be careful on the way.

Xuanji smiled and said, "I'm here."

Zou Wu'an: "It is because of you that I let him go with you."

With Zou Wu'an's fast horse, Wandong and the others arrived at Yingchuan on the [-]th and Longchuan on the [-]th, as expected.

At this time, Xuanji received a message from a monk outside the customs, saying that the young master of the Demon Palace had appeared a few days ago. Fang Zixian and Miss Zhu's family failed to win the battle. The Lord took Fang Zixian away.

After listening, Wandong couldn't help asking: "What happened to Miss Zhu and Fang Zixian in the Western Regions, why are they the only ones back?"

The monk replied: "Miss Zhu took the twelve guards of the Zhu family to kill the 22 holy sons and daughters of the Demon Palace. outside."

Wandong and Xuanji have understood the whole story this time.

"From Gao Lili's case... I said it's a big trouble." Wandong sighed, the grievances in the world are the deadliest...the grievances are reciprocated, and there is no end to it.

Their Mei family suffered from this kind of suffering, and his parents also died after fighting with others.

It's just that the devil is dead, and the grievances between the Mei family and the devil are completely settled.

Xuanji asked the monks to look for Miss Zhu's family, while he and Wandong went to look for the young master of the Demon Palace and Fang Zixian.

If it is said that Fang Zixian and Zhu Lenghe are no match for the young master of the Demon Palace, then this is the young master of the Demon Palace, isn't he another devil-like figure...

People in the Jianghu, if they are decent and strong in martial arts, they will not be called devils, but those who are independent and do all kinds of evil will be called devils.

Xuanji caught the power of the monks outside Longwai and searched for about five days before he found the trace of the young master of the Demon Palace.

The young master of the Demon Palace brought Fang Zixian to King Jie's tribe three days ago.

Wandong: "So he probably wants to return to the Demon Palace."

In such a cold weather, if you still go west, you can travel more than a hundred miles.

"They can't go fast." Wandong said again.

Xuanji agrees with his opinion: "In this way, we should be able to catch up with the young master of the Demon Palace within three days."

They chased all the way to the west, and on a Gobi Desert called Vulture Ridge, they chased the young master of the Demon Palace and Fang Zixian, who had been cut off by the young master of the Demon Palace.

"You have followed me for more than three days, because of this person?" The young master of the Demon Palace in a fiery red robe looked particularly dazzling on the gray Gobi Desert.

Wandong is extremely sensitive to red, almost staring at this person for a long time before recovering.

The young master of the Demon Palace has deep eyes, a high nose bridge, and light-colored hair, which is very different from the Central Plains man. This is not his old friend.