The sun is getting higher and higher, and more and more people come to the inn to make a point. The ink is burning and the building is noisy, so that Xiao Er will deliver the dishes to his room.
In the end, he still invited Chu Yuning, after all, the master is the biggest, he is not the human king, the rules still have to be kept.
There are three bowls of steamed noodle soup on the side of the coffin. The noodles are made by myself. Unlike the ones bought outside, the noodles are smooth and smooth. The top is covered with thick sliced beef slices, oily sausages, fresh pea seedlings, full. Green vegetables, golden egg silk, bright and attractive color, it is beautiful to look at.
But the best of the three bowls of noodles is not the water leaves, nor the bulk of the meat, the extravagant material, but the bone soup that has been slowed down for four hours, poured in the noodle bowl, and the milky white soup floats. Sesame red oil, ink-burning stone scorpion has developed a spicy and spicy seasoning, boiled in the soup, aroma, full of flavor.
He pondered that the teacher loves to eat spicy, and the red oil and the oily pepper are all quite enough. Seeing that the teacher buryed his head and ate it very fragrantly, the curvature of the mouth of the ink burner became more and more sorrowful, and he couldn’t help but ask: "Is it delicious?"
The teacher said: "It's delicious."
Chu night, Ning did not speak, still owes the gloomy expression of his 100 Jinshan Yinshan.
The ink burned some smug smugness: "Then you want to eat and talk to me, I will do it."
In the eyes of the teacher, there was a thin layer of water mist in his eyes. He smiled and burned his eyes, and the eyebrows were soft. The beauty is in front, if it is not sitting next to a snowy night, the late night, the ink burning must be somewhat uncertain whether he should eat the teacher, or should eat the noodles in the bowl.
The pea buds, the fat intestines, the priests did not eat much, but the beef and greens quickly saw the bottom.
The ink that has been quietly observed next to it stretches out the chopsticks, pulls the pea sprouts and the fat intestines into their bowls, and clips several pieces of beef from their noodle bowls to fill the gaps.
The disciples of the dead and the dead all eat at Meng Po Tang, and often change the dishes with each other. Therefore, the teacher did not feel anything strange. He smiled and said: "A burning does not eat beef?"
"Well, I love pea sprouts."
Said to bury his head and scream. The tip of the ear is slightly reddish.
Chu night Ning noodles with chopsticks picking the bean sprouts in his bowl, all thrown into the ink burning bowl.
"I don't eat bean sprouts."
I also threw all the beef in my bowl to the teacher: "Do not eat beef."
Then frowned, staring at the rest of the bowl, licking his mouth, silent and not talking.
The teacher carefully said: "Master is... is it not your appetite?"
Chu nightning: "..."
He did not answer, bowed his head, silently clipped a green vegetable, biting a small mouth, his face was even more ugly, and he slammed the chopsticks.
"In the rain, you knocked the jar of hot sauce in the soup?"
I didn't expect the hard-boiled breakfast to be greeted with such a white rush, and the ink burned and looked up. There was still a noodle in the corner of his mouth. He stunned his eyes in the evening, and some of them couldn't believe their ears, so they swallowed the noodles and said: "Hey?"
This is not to give face to this evening: "Do you do what people eat? Can people eat this?"
The ink burned and smashed the eyes several times. I finally decided that Chu Yuning was swearing at himself, and said: "Why isn’t it what people eat?"
Chu night Ning's eyebrows twitched, and sighed: "It's really hard to swallow."
The ink burned, and it’s a trick that the drunken jade sneak out.
"Master respects you too... too picky."
The teacher also said: "Master, you have not eaten in a day, even if you don't like it, you can eat some."
Chu night Ning got up, cold and cold: "I don't eat spicy."
After turning around, I left.
The two people who stayed at the table suddenly fell into a silent silence. The teacher was a little surprised: "I don't know how to eat spicy? I don't know... Ah, you don't know?"
"I……"
The ink burned and looked at the noodles that Chu Yuning had left on the table. It was almost untouched, and he stayed for a while, then nodded.
"Yeah. I don't know."
This is a lie, and the smoldering is that I know that Chu is rather not spicy.
Only he forgot.
After all, the past life and this person have been entangled for most of the life, Chu night Ning loves to eat what does not like to eat, he is clear.
But he doesn't care, he doesn't remember.
When a person returned to the room, Chu night Ning was lying down, facing the wall, squinting but could not sleep.
He lost more blood and lost his spiritual power. One night and the morning grain was not finished. In fact, the stomach was long gone, and it was very uncomfortable.
This person does not know how to take care of himself. If he is in a bad mood, he will simply not eat it. He seems to feel angry and can give his stomach full of gas.
He didn't know what he was mad at, or he didn't want to know.
Just in the silence, there was a face in front of the blur, a smile, a splendid mouth, a pair of eyes with a black translucent, shiny and flowing, is a gentle dark purple.
It looks warm and lazy.
Chu night Ning tightened the bed, because it was too hard. The knuckles are slightly white. He was not willing to fall into this, closed his eyes and wanted to get rid of this sly face.
However, after the eyes closed, the past events became more and more turbulent, and the tides poured into the heart...
He first saw the smoldering, in front of the towering tower of the dead.
On that day, the sun was shining, and the twenty elders were all in one, and they were whispering to each other.
The elders of Yuheng are an exception. He is not so stupid, and he is willing to stand there to roast the sun. Instead, one person has been hiding under the flower tree, holding a finger absently, and looking at whether the newly-made black iron nail cover is stretchable.
Of course, he himself has no need to use nail covers. This piece of iron-cut gold is forged for the low-level disciples of the dead and the dead.
It’s often dangerous to have a lower-level disciple’s death. The late-stage disciple’s death is not a rare thing. Chu’s night is in his eyes. Although he doesn’t say it, he always thinks about the solution and wants to make one. A lightweight, easy-to-use weapon.
Others talked about it in the side.
"Is it heard? The scorpion who has been lost for many years is rescued from the sea of fire. In the building where the water is going, everyone else is dead. If the Lord is to take another step, I am afraid that the little one will become one." It’s a blessing to make the ashes.”
"It must be that he cares for the child in the midst of it. Poorly he has been lost since childhood, and suffered so much, hehe..."
"Is the child called ink burning? Is it fifteen years old? The weak crown should take the word, does he have a word?"
"Hey elders, you don't know, this kid is a small kid, he grew up in the music hall, can have a good name, there will be words."
"I heard that the Lord has given him a few words, he is choosing it, and he does not know which one will be selected in the end."
"The Lord respects the little nephew."
"Isn't it? Don't say respect to the Lord, even the lady is distressed by him, and it hurts to be terrible. Hey, I see the only unhappy person in this life and death, probably only the pride of our heavens-"
"Elder Wolf! This can not be said!"
"Ha ha. Lost words, lost words! But our arrogant son of heaven is only arrogant, do not put the elders in the eyes, all day, fighting, walking, a natural and wealthy appearance, and indeed lost control."
"Elders of the wolf, you drink more today..." The person next to him gave him a wink, and the chin pointed to the late night, standing in the distance, the meaning is obvious.
Xue Meng, the proud son of Tian, is a disciple of Chu Yuning. He said that Xue Meng lost his control. Isn’t it just that he is ruthless in the evening?
This elder of Yuheng, do not look at the usual slow and reasonable, the bones of the fairy wind, as if floating in the world, a style of high school. But everyone knows that his temper is very bad. If anyone accidentally touches his scale, then wash his neck and wait to be killed alive.
Their words, Chu nightning has long heard.
But he was too lazy to pay attention. He asked his people how to evaluate his interest. He probably didn't have the thick pattern on his nail cover.
It is good to say that this set is good, but the toughness is not high enough. If you encounter a thick-skinned demon, you may not be able to tear open the other's flesh and go back and add a little keel powder. The effect should be better.
The elders saw that there was no reaction in the evening, and they relaxed a little and began to talk quietly.
"The Lord is calling us today, is it to give the ink son a master?"
"It’s strange, why don’t you respect the Lord?”
"It seems that the roots of the little nephew are not suitable for practicing the Lord's mind." Someone yelled, "But that wouldn't bring all the elders together, let the little son pick it up?"
Lu Cun elders sighed and sighed, dialing their own elegant and smooth long hair, and grievously said: "Under the next moment, I feel like a cheap cabbage at the moment, on the desk, waiting for the ink to pick."
Everyone: "..............."
So can this sissy not say this kind of truth in such a way?
After waiting for a while, the Lord has finally arrived. He walked thousands of steps and came to the Tongtian Tower, followed by a teenager.
Chu nightning only glanced at it casually, and looked at it before he saw it. He turned his eyes away and continued to study his nail cover. I am too lazy to go to the second look.
When it comes to apprenticeship, you have to talk about the fact that there are many unconventional and ruthless deaths. Other sects are Masters who are tall and touch the head of a new disciple. They say, "You, I think you have a Huigen. From today, you are my apprentice."
The apprentice did not even have a chance to say "no".
Either Master is indifferent and disdainful, waving his sleeve and saying: "Youth, your skull is too high, your eyes are not god, your back is anti-bone, and you should have a look. You are not with me, I will not accept you as a disciple."
Then the apprentice did not have time to express himself, and the master slammed the sword and flew away, running faster than the dog.
The difference between life and death is different. Master and disciple choose each other.
What does that mean?
There are twenty elders in the dead and dying. After all the disciples are getting started, through a period of comparison, they can piously hand over the teacher’s post and express their willingness to follow the elder’s practice.
If the elders accept it, then they are all happy.
If the elders don't accept it, the disciples can soften their hard bubbles and stalk them until the elders soften, or the disciples give up.
As far as reason is concerned, Chu Xi Ning is highly skilled and handsome. He should be in the market, and all the disciples must break his head and worship him as a master. But this is not the case.
Chu’s face is long and beautiful, but his temper is horrible. It is said that he is annoyed to be able to beat a female disciple as a male disciple and to sink the male disciple directly. There are really few people who have the courage to worship.
Therefore, under the elders of Yu Heng, the horse was deserted.
Except for Xue Meng, the son of Heaven, and Xue Meng’s friend, he has never received it.
Everyone would rather respectfully call him: "Elders." I don't want to kiss him hot and call him a "master."
Chu night Ning said with a cold face that he was not upset, bowed his head indifferently and continued to smash the cold armor weapon. What sleeves and arrows are used to design for others. When you do it earlier, more people can get rid of the pain earlier.
So he did not think that the ink would choose himself without hesitation.
At that time, he was frowning, rubbing the thorns on his fingertips, thinking about how to improve, and not paying attention to what the Lord and everyone said.
I don't know when, but the surroundings are gradually quiet.
After thinking about the improvement of the recipe for the thorns, Chu Xiaoning suddenly realized that it was just too silent.
So he finally took his eyes off the fingertips, with some impatience and inquiries, picked up the eyelids.
Then he saw a face.
It’s almost dazzling in the sun.
It was a beautiful young man who was looking up at him. The young man’s mouth curled up with a hint of laziness. If there was a smile, the dimples on the cheeks were deep, some of them were smokey and innocent. A pair of black and purple eyes are staring at themselves with enthusiasm and enthusiasm.
He first came to see, did not understand the rules. The distance of the station, near can be called rude.
Suddenly, the person suddenly came out, and Chu was rather surprised. It seemed to be burnt, and he subconsciously stepped back. With a bang, his head hit the trunk.
The teenager slightly widened his eyes: "Oh..."
Chu nightning: "..."
juvenile:"……"
Chu nightning: "What are you doing?"
The teenager smiled and said: "Xianjun Xianjun, I have been watching you for a long time, why don't you ignore me."
The author has something to say: Every day, I feel that feeding a fish is like a second brain with a brain-like circuit, and the master is like a super-smooth, very gentle Satsuma...
Ah, suddenly I want to change my name to "Two Ha and his Satsuma Master"