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On a winter day, just after the light rain, a carriage left a deep rut mark on the muddy ground.

The driver who drove the car was a middle-aged man, who looked like a dark farmer in the country, but was slightly taller than ordinary people.

His stubble is very dense, it is estimated to be a beard, but he did not store his beard.

What is more abrupt is that his dark, rough face has a pair of squinting eyes.

If Lu Xun sees it, he will pay special attention to it. He has seen a lot of anime, and in his impression, his eyes are all monsters!

The dark man seemed to see something, and suddenly stopped the carriage, and then jumped down, said: "Hey, this wild vegetable is not bad, I can stew the soup later, and let him **** newly researched dishes.

Although his cooking is unanimously rejected by everyone, and he likes to develop some new dishes that make people speechless, he is always keen on cooking and feels that he can one day become a peerless chef.

So, along the way, once he sees good ingredients, he will stop for a while.

In the carriage, a middle-aged scholar wearing an old white shirt sighed. He leaned against the window, glanced out, and then closed his taste with spirit.

The dark man stopped the carriage on the side of the road, took out a set of kitchen utensils and cutlery from the storage ring, and started to do the things that made him feel most happy.

Soon after, he cooked a pot of thick green vegetable soup.

Took a bite of his own, and then his face became darker.

After tasting, he tasted the product, he felt nothing, and then he tasted it again, feeling that he tasted the fragrance of nature.

"Not bad, at least there is progress than before. It doesn't matter if it's good or not, what the husband cares most is always this intention." He said in his heart.

Carrying soup and rice, he stood outside the carriage and said, "Sir, it's time to eat."

"Take it in." The middle-aged scholar who was already prepared said.

But when he saw the selling of this vegetable soup, he immediately felt that he was still not preparing enough.

"Forget it, mind is the most important thing."

The dark man is right. Mr. is such a person. He pays more attention to his mind. As long as everyone remembers him and thinks about him, he will feel happy.

"The third boy, how far is it from Mozong?" Asked the gentleman.

The dark man, Zhuge Laifu, replied: "If you continue to hurry like this, it is estimated that it will be seven days."

"It will be seven days, slower." After thinking for a while, the gentleman glanced at the thick vegetable soup in his hand and couldn't help saying: "Fly back."

"Okay." Zhuge Laifu nodded and said: "It's been several months, I haven't seen the younger brother yet."

Mr. has an indifferent expression.

After dinner, Zhuge Laifu listened to the husband and released the horse.

Amazingly, the horse refused to go, and it seemed quite spiritual.

"Let's go, find a place to practice well." Zhuge Laifu waved at it again.

This time, the big dark horse knew that it was useless to persevere. He bowed his horse's head and sat on the ground on his knees, knocking his head three times like a salute, and then got up and ran towards the forest.

The carriage without horses looks a little weird. Zhuge Laifu sat up and muttered in his mouth: "嘚 儿 ～ 驾!"

Then, his big rough hand waved in the sky, and the whole carriage floated up. Then flying higher and higher, flying faster and faster, until it turned into a black light and disappeared.

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Mr. returned to the sect, but this news did not make much waves in Mozong.

For the disciples of Mozong, the whereabouts of the husband are not what they can understand. When Mr. is in Houshan and when not, Mozong disciples don't even know.

Including Shen Yan and others did not know Mr. Huizong at the beginning, but they felt the breath of the third master Uncle Zhuge Laifu, they guessed that Mr. came back, and quickly got up to meet him.

Shen Yan lined up with Siweifeng's main station in a row, facing the carriage floating in the air and saluting: "Mr. Respect, Mr. Respect!"

After speaking, he did not forget to salute Zhuge Laifu: "I have seen Uncle Sanshi."

Zhuge Laifu nodded with a smile, the carriage curtain was lifted up, revealing a slightly raised palm with orchid fingers. The gentleman poked his head out of the carriage and waved casually:

"How many times have you said it, don't come to this set, go back to each busy."

He didn't ask anything like "Mozong can be stable recently", and he didn't care about it. To be precise, not many things deserve his attention.

Shen Yan and others heard the words, smiled at each other, and quickly gave way to the husband, let the carriage continue to drift towards the direction of Houshan.

Houshan Xiaoshuzhai, the cat was lying on her big wicker chair and was basking in the warm winter sun. Suddenly, her cat ears moved slightly, then sat up from the wicker chair and startled the little dumb beside her.

The cat turned north and south toward the house: "Lu Xun! Come out!"

Luxun was a little unclear, so he ran out and asked, "What happened to the four sisters, I was surprised."

"I feel the breath of Brother Three, and the sir should be back." Mao Nanbei said, extending his little hand, grabbing Lu Xun with one hand, and Lin Chan with one hand, and flew in the direction of the bamboo forest. go with.

In the bamboo forest, the second sister still sits high on the boulder, but it is clearly waiting for something.

"Is Mr. coming back so soon?" Lu Xun was slightly surprised.

He raised his hand and sorted out his robe, wanting to make a better first impression to his husband ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Of course, with his own inherent charm 10, Lu Xun is very confident, and feels that there is no reason Make a bad first impression.

A black simple horse-drawn carriage landed in the bamboo forest, and the dark man driving leaped from the carriage.

He glanced at Lu Xun and couldn't help but froze for a moment.

Then, the curtain of the carriage was lifted, and a middle-aged man in an old white shirt, dressed in an old white shirt, walked out of the carriage.

He is not tall, shorter than Lu Xun. The temperament is not as outstanding as Lu Xun's, but it is a bit like a poor scholar who can't pass the test.

And Lu Xun clearly saw his cocked orchid finger, and the small broken steps while walking ... a little gay.

The main thing is that everyone in Mozong wears black robes, and the female disciples also wear black shirts or skirts. Only him is wearing a white coat.

Saying a great disrespect, Lu Xun felt that a gentleman was revealed inside and out ...

And when he was looking at Mr., Mr. was also looking at him.

Mr. just glanced at him, but he couldn't help but frown slightly, and made a sound:

"Ok?"

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