After spring returns, all things resurrect.

The mountains and rivers are not demonic soil, and the climate is normal, especially in the southwest, which is even milder. When spring returns, it will naturally be a new green.

The eyes were full of green.

There is a small town located in the southwest of Zhou Kingdom. A small river passes through it, dividing the entire town in half. Because there are mostly white fish in the river, the name of the town is called Baiyu Town.

There are not many residents in Baiyu Town.

No major incident has happened over the years. The people in the town are doing well, but there is one thing they are not used to. The young man who used to be a storyteller in a restaurant in the town has never come back one day after leaving Baiyu Town.

Although later, there were other storytellers who soon came to the top, everyone felt that something was missing and what was missing. In fact, no one could tell clearly, just like the same ingredients, the dish was still the same dish, but the chef changed.

There is no butcher Zhang and butcher Li.

Even though the price of pork is a bit expensive, many people can still eat it.

But without Mr. Li, whether Mr. Wang or Mr. Zhang, it was not satisfactory.

Speaking of which, without Mr. Li’s influence, I’m afraid only the shopkeeper of that restaurant had the deepest experience.

How could he not know that those white silver came less than before?

Looking at the horizon, another light rain was as moist as soft as a slight rain.

The shopkeeper sighed with a frown, "This is a damn bad weather."

But the next moment, a black shadow appeared in the shopkeeper's sight.

The shopkeeper raised his head and heard a gentle voice, "There are still free seats?"

The owner of the voice is a middle-aged man with a plain expression. This man spoke, which was exactly the same as when he first came here.

The middle-aged man revisited his hometown and remembered everything clearly. Although the shopkeeper had never seen any other person, the first time the middle-aged man appeared here was several years ago, and he really couldn't remember the things in his head.

But if you can't remember it, you can't remember it, and the next moment he was stunned.

Behind that middle-aged man, there was actually a monk!

The shopkeeper listened to the storyteller in the restaurant every day. There was no need for monks in those stories. No matter how he talked about it, he had never seen a monk.

It is said that there are no monks in this mountain and river.

If you want to meet these monks, you can only go to the Buddha land in the west.

There is a Buddha's country and a spiritual mountain.

There are even two Buddhist saints on the Lingshan Mountain.

The monk was wearing a big red cassock and stood behind the middle-aged man. Behind the monk there was a girl and a scholar carrying an oil paper umbrella.

As for the other boy, he had already run to the restaurant and looked around.

The middle-aged man knocked on the counter and repeated his words, "There is still a seat?"

The shopkeeper came to his senses and then nodded with a smile, "Some are some."

The group of four people picked a seat next to the window.

Then ordered hot pot.

This is the dish brought in by the restaurant shopkeeper from outside in the past two years. At first, the guests were really unacceptable to it, but later it became popular, making the restaurants in the town follow one after another.

"This master is afraid that he can't eat hot pot."

The guy looked embarrassed.

Butter is essential in the base of hot pot. If this thing is missing, it will be much worse. But the bald man wearing a big red cassock is obviously a monk. He has heard the storytellers all year round, so he naturally knows the precepts of those monks.

You cannot marry, eat meat, or drink alcohol...

The guy looked at the monk and was a little confused. How could he persist in this?

The monk whispered, "Please give me a vegetarian dish."

The guy nodded, said nothing, turned around and prepared the hot pot.

Monks shouldn't have appeared in this mountain and river. If one of them occasionally appeared, then it would be the only one who appeared in Beihai and later stayed in the academy until now.

This Buddhist monk, who is famous for his erudition, has been in the academy for several years. He not only read a lot of books, but also read some magic within the scope of the academy.

The state of Zen today is far better than that of the time.

But I still can't catch up with Ye Shengge.

After Ye Shengge left Luoyang, he occasionally took action in a certain place, which has been confirmed that she had already broken through Tai Chiang Mai and entered the morning and evening.

He has even walked very far in the morning and evening.

She is the strongest young man in the mountains and rivers, and even in the world, and it is almost a foregone conclusion.

Zen master occasionally realized something over the years, and he is still only in Taiqing. There is still a step away from Chaomu. As for Gu Yuan beside him, he is only Taiqing. However, Yan Yu’s qualifications are not too high. Before, many people thought that this was the case in his life. But who would have thought that later, Mr. Yan, who was not optimistic about the people in the palace, actually took a new branch from the old tree, crossed the threshold of Taiqing, and reached Chaomu.

But after the morning and evening, even Yan Yu himself knew that this was the case in his life. It was almost nonsense to think about becoming a monk in the Spring and Autumn Period. However, when he entered morning and evening, his life spanned many years. Although he could not see the end of the road, he could at least see Gu Yuan walking far away.

Moreover, today's generation of young people are better than the previous young people, and they don't know how much faster they are.

Those young people before became morning and evening in less than forty?

It is possible to cross the morning and evening and enter the spring and autumn even before the age of fifty.

This world is really hard to understand.

Thinking of this, Yan Yu put his eyes on Huang Jin, who was aside. This scholar had been reading the classics in the library after going up the mountain and had not practiced any magic. If the uncle Zhou Xuance had not been very optimistic about Huang Jin, this young man might have been driven down the mountain long ago. The rules in the academy still vary from person to person.

If you have no backer, just like those monks who have no hope of entering Taiqing or day and night in their lifetime, they will naturally leave the mountain to practice. At that time, they will go to Luoyang City to serve as a worshiper of the Ministry of Justice, or go to the mountains and fields to practice until they die, or find a mortal to marry and live their lives.

But compared to mortals, these monks have a long life span.

The hot pot was served, and the side dishes were also put on.

There were even oil dishes in front of them.

Yan Yu smiled and said, "If you want to eat hot pot, you really need hot pot from Yizhou. However, there are two places in Yizhou, and you have been arguing about which hot pot is better. I think the hot pot from Qingzhou Prefecture is better, but there are many people who prefer Duzhou Prefecture."

The young man Song Pei bit a bite and said vaguely: "I don't know if it's delicious from Qingzhou Prefecture or the hot pot in Duzhou Prefecture is delicious, because I haven't eaten it before. Anyway, I think the hot pot here is not bad."

The young Song Pei has read a lot of books and copied a lot of classics in the past two years, especially one day after he walked into a broken hut and met an old man, and there was an additional debate in his later homework.

It's just a debate, but a quarrel.

As the only disciple of the head sect, no matter who sees him on the mountain, he will be polite. Even the elders will not be angry with him for no reason. But it was the old man who knocked him on the head if he had nothing to do. When he had something to do, he would just serve him directly.

But he did not refute at all. After all, that old man is not only capable, but also has a high seniority. What's more direct is that he is also the husband of Song Pei's family!

Speaking of this, wouldn’t Su Ye, who is the number one scholar in the world, have to lower his head in front of him?

Song Pei thought that when his husband was punished, he would not dare to say anything. What is Song Pei? He is more knowledgeable than knowledge. How could he argue with the old man more?

Since it was impossible to avoid it, Song Pei had to bear it honestly, so he cherished the opportunity to go out very much, especially following his senior sister Gu Yuan.

Song Pei lowered his head and ate, not caring about other things for the time being.

Gu Yuan knocked on Song Pei's forehead and frowned and said, "Junior brother, what's wrong with you? How can you just eat yourself?"

Song Pei realized it later, then scratched his head before cooking a few duck intestines for his senior sister.

Gu Yuan patted Song Pei on the shoulder with satisfaction, "I am worthy of being my junior brother. I know my senior sister's preferences. I will continue to report my senior sister's name on the mountain in the future. There is no problem."

In fact, on the mountain, Song Pei's identity may be a little stronger than Shang Gu Yuan, but if everyone wants to distinguish between Gu Yuan and Song Pei, then Gu Yuan must be more favored.

After all, it is a reading seed.

Compared with Song Pei, who has good qualifications, he is more concerned.

After all, Song Pei may become the next head teacher in the future, but Gu Yuan may become the next saint.

And he is also a female saint.

How long has the three religions been established? I am afraid it has been more than eight thousand years.

How many female saints have appeared in these eight thousand years?

There are more than one hand?

I'm afraid there is really not.

As for one who is born in the seeds of study?

No.

If there is really a day when Guyuan climbs the vast ocean, it will be a day that can be recorded in history.

They who have no hope of becoming a vast ocean do not want to witness the birth of a vast ocean, and are also a female saint who is the seed of reading.

After Song Pei picked up a few chopsticks for Gu Yuan, he asked carefully: "Senior sister, we finally went out of the school, why didn't we go anywhere to see it, but we just came to this small place?"

Gu Yuan glared at him and frowned and said, "Do you know, this is probably the homeland of a sword immortal. Let's take a look. After that person becomes a sword immortal, you can't even come. Maybe you will be surrounded by these local people on the fence. If you don't give it money, you can't come."

"You kid would be more than happy. You will thank me in the future."

Song Pei said oh, then lowered his voice and said in a panic: "The teacher in the school said he was not allowed to talk about these things."

Gu Yuan looked at Song Pei like this and knocked him on the head again, angrily said, "Other people are afraid of the teacher. Are you a student of the head teacher? Can't you have some momentum?"
To be continued...