Zao Niang saw Lu Shanjun, and the latter naturally saw her. The latter fell on the stone platform with Qingfeng, and nodded slightly to each other as a greeting.

"I haven't seen you for many years, so why are you safe?"

"After practicing, I suddenly felt confused, and I had a dream for thirty years. It was the end of the year when I woke up!"

Lu Shanjun answered the question irrelevantly, looked at the distance outside the mountain with emotion, and looked at the direction of Ning'an County. The lights that were slightly dim compared to the big city were a reassuring place to return.

"Dao Niang!"

As soon as Lu Shanjun finished speaking, a surprise scream rang out, and a red shadow swept quickly from the bottom of the mountain, and had turned over to the stone platform in a moment.

The person who came was graceful, youthful and beautiful, and his movements were full of vitality, like a bright ball of flames. When he stopped, the flames were also burning, just like Hu Yun with a happy face.

"Little Fox!"

Zao Niang was also very happy and couldn't help but take a few steps forward.

"See Shanjun!"

"Um."

Lu Shanjun responded, looked at Hu Yun for a few glances and shook his head slightly.

"I haven't improved much in my cultivation, but I've been careful in dressing up."

"Puff..."

Zao Niang couldn't help laughing. Although Hu Yun was wearing a red Confucian shirt and a small bun, his soft and curly hair and delicate face under the bangs showed a heroic beauty, which really made Ruduo's woman feel ashamed of herself.

Hu Yun grinned and muttered in a low voice.

"You think everyone is you, and you're simply perverted when practicing..."

"Um?"

Lu Shanjun looked slightly sideways, making Hu Yun seem to see the shadow of a tiger behind his calm face, which scared Hu Yun so much that he was shocked.

"I mean, I plan to grow a beard next time."

Zao Niang thought about the scene and shook her head.

"Don't, let it go naturally and it's the best to look."

"Indeed, I actually think so too. By the way, Zao Niang, I went to Ju'an Pavilion to find you just now and found that you were not here. I didn't expect that I was here, and Shan Jun is here too. Is the gentleman back?"

Zao Niang smiled and shook her head slightly.

"Since you are here, let's go back to Xiaoge together, and I'll make honey tea for you."

"Okay, then go!"

Hu Yun directly turned into a red fox on the cloud, and disappeared in a flash.

"Please, please!"

After Lu Shanjun bowed his hand, he walked with Zao Niang to the wind, blew into the sky above Ning'an County, and soon arrived in front of the small pavilion.

Over the years, even the most comfortable place has changed greatly, Ning'an County has changed a lot, but the area where Ju'an Pavilion is located seems to be independent and there is still a quiet alley or a pavilion.

Lu Shanjun looked up at the gate of the courtyard. Jiyuan's inscription was clearly visible, but the seemingly weathered plaque remained unchanged under the erosion of time.

The jujube girl opened the door in person. In the cold winter, the jujube trees in the yard have both fruits and flowers, and bees are busy among the bushes. In addition, some snow in the yard is in the same frame as winter and spring.

Compared to entering the house, the three of them prefer to gather under the tree. The topics they talk about are naturally related to plotting.

"Shanjun, I haven't seen Mr. I've seen him for a long time?"

Hu Yun drank honey tea and ate date cakes. When the pastry and tea were in his mouth, a flame-like inspiration appeared on his face, looking delicate and charming. Lu Shanjun frowned slightly, but he still answered Hu Yun's question.

"After I woke up, Lao Niu said that he seemed to have met his master in Beihai's shore a few years ago. Although he was not sure, it felt very similar, but it could not be confirmed. I could no longer find him when I rushed there."

"How many years can you stay there?"

Hu Yun complained, and the girl on the side turned her eyes and said with a smile.

"With the gentleman's temper, I can't tell."

"Yes, I think so too. By the way, Lao Niu mentioned you to me and said he would take you to gather somewhere else."

Lu Shanjun's expression was not right, but he "lifted it casually" maliciously. Hu Yun, who was chewing the jujube cake, shaking it slightly, and whispered in fear.

"Yes, I'd better not want it... uh, Zao Niang, how long have you been out and what have you been doing?"

Zao Niang then put down the teacup and talked about the recent events. When she had finished speaking, Hu Yun was already indignant.

"Okay, where did you get the evil? You dare to plot against the descendants of Sun's family. You don't know how to write the word "death". However, if you really have a love affair with a wife, you won't be able to break up the couple here. You said that's right, Shanjun!"

Hu Yun knew Bai Ruo’s story, and had seen many kind monsters, and he still had beautiful ideas and wishes for the love of the monster. After all, after hearing what Zao Niang just described, the monster didn’t look very ferocious.

But what surprised Zao Niang and Hu Yun was that Lu Shanjun had no reaction when he heard this. He just savored tea quietly and spoke slowly after a long time.

"It is not easy to pass on blessings for many generations. The ancestors' Yu Yin cannot be immortal forever. But since they have bumped into each other, I cannot ignore them, let's see."

Now the Sun family has long forgotten who the materials left in the stall are for, and the formalism left behind cannot last long. In fact, the Sun's noodle stall has been closed for a long time, but some people have been learning craftsmanship, or they have been reopened by the Sun family. It has not been completely passed down continuously, and there will always be a day when it disappears.

Lu Shanjun put down the teacup, and the ripples in it were rippling, as if some pictures were reflected in the ripples. The courtyard was magnificent and the house was magnificent.

This is a future with great possibility in the decisive calculation. It looks like it is so prosperous. The heaven and earth tablets and the ancestor tablets are all there, and everything is beautiful. It is just that in a corner where dust is thick and full of spider webs, a wooden sign "Leave a copy" fell.

The ripples in the teacup were revived, and there was no picture. Lu Shanjun smiled faintly, picked them up and drank them all again, turned to reach out to get the date cake, but found that the plate was empty, Hu Yun's cheeks were bulging and he was chewing hard.

"Hiss, huh..."

Lu Shanjun's mouth twitched, and he was so angry that he didn't get angry.

"I'll get a little more."

Zao Niang stood up and went to the kitchen, while Lu Shanjun said to Hu Yun coldly.

"It's extremely rare to have a plate of this jujube cake. You don't know how to restrain yourself? You must know that the fate method must not be repeated..."

"Then do you still eat?"

Zao Niang's voice came from the kitchen, and Lu Shanjun's face turned upright.

"eat!"

Even Lu Shanjun has a desire to have a mouth and stomach. This jujube cake is only one place in the world, inside and outside the Three Realms and Five Elements. No matter how you are, you are a few of them, you can eat this.

Hu Yun covered his mouth and almost burst out laughing. But seeing that Lu Shanjun looked bad, he quickly turned his head away, and frowned at the Zao Niang who was holding the plate, and spoke oral with his mouth-shaped mouth-shaped - he was studying for the teacher again!

......

The New Year temple fair in Ning'an County is extremely lively. A small half of the temples and temples have become part of the temple fair in the lively atmosphere of lights and decorations. As the hometown of the Wen Sheng, Ning'an County is famous and has extraordinary significance.

This year's temple fair is also quite large. From Desheng Mansion to thousands of miles away, people have come to Ning'an County in various ways to admire the literary spirit rising from the Confucian Temple when the new and old changes.

To be honest, there were still many talented people in Ning'an County at this time, but they would stick to the rules and not reveal them much.

Although it was the Chinese New Year, the Sun family still pushed a noodle stall truck to set up stalls at the temple fair. This is not that the Sun family really had to make this money. To some extent, it was also a need for temple fairs. How could such a large-scale temple fair be without food stalls? It has been recorded in the yamen for three days every year, which will give a lot of convenience. Moreover, the temple fair is also very knowledgeable.

Fireworks bloom in the sky, red lights are everywhere on the ground, children run around with lanterns, sparse or crowded streams of people flowing in Miaosifang, and there are even young men and women who can have a secret meeting...

Whether it is a visitor or a local, his face is blushed with lights.

"Selling braised noodles, delicious braised noodles and yangzao, a time-honored brand in Ning'an County, and the braised noodles that Wen Shengdu has eaten."

Sun's father shouted loudly, which was also part of the atmosphere of the temple fair. As he shouted, many foreigners surrounded him, most of whom were young Confucian scholars.

"Shopkeeper, have you eaten this braised noodle Wen Sheng?"

"That's natural. We don't know how many generations of craftsmanship have been passed down. Wen Sheng has eaten noodles made by his ancestors. Please try it?"

"Okay, come and have a bowl." "Then I'll have a bowl too."

"I also want to share the literary spirit of Wen Sheng." "Hahaha, I'll get a prize too!"

"Okay, wait!"

Several Confucian scholars ordered orders one after another, and the Sun family immediately got busy. Sun Yiqiu hurriedly helped prepare materials to check the charcoal fire. Just as he finished adding the charcoal fire, he looked up and saw a Confucian scholar looking at him.

Unlike others, this Confucian scholar was dressed in red clothes and had a very handsome face. Sun Yiqiu was stunned for a moment. He saw that he knew that he was dressed as a man. After all, women were still different in their literary costumes. After hesitating, he asked.

"Young master, do you want noodles too?"

"I think the words on this brand are well written, but are you willing to transfer them to me? I am willing to pay fifty taels of silver."

Sun Yiqiu's eyes widened.

"Fifty taels are not enough? So what about five hundred taels?"

Perhaps because he was afraid that he would make no sense to say anything, the red-clothed scholar took out his wallet and poured out some gold.

Sun Yiqiu took a breath of cold air and subconsciously repeated.

"Five hundred taels!? Dad..."

Sun Yiqiu has never seen such a large amount of money in his life.

"What are you shouting? I'm so busy with the noodles. Uh, this young master, this brand and cooking skills are passed down together. You have to worship during the Chinese New Year, and it is not sold. Do you want noodles?"

The red-clothed showman nodded.

"If a gentleman doesn't take away the favors of others, then I'll want a bowl of braised noodles."

After Hu Yun said that, he turned around and walked towards the tables and chairs set up by the stall. A Confucian scholar had already watched it.

"Girl, I have a free seat!" "Girl sit here!"

Hu Yun grinned, ignored them and stood on the edge of the stall shed, reaching out his hand, and snowflakes slowly fell in the sky, and after a moment, one of them was falling into Hu Yun's hand.

Against the backdrop of the colorful lanterns of the temple fair, this scene was very beautiful, but it also calmed down several eye-catching Confucian scholars, leaning on the building and watching the sky quietly, the prophet of the wind and snow fell, which was already in line with the way of heaven and man. Whether it was literary or other practices, they were definitely not underestimated.

Hu Yun looked at the snowflakes in his palm carefully, saw the edges and corners clearly, and also watched it melt slowly, and then whispered.

"Ordinary life is like this snowflake. It falls from the sky and touches the earth, and it will melt quickly, short, fragile, and very beautiful. I reached out to catch the snow and admire the beauty of the snow myself, but this beauty is even more shorter and melts into my fingertips in an instant."

After saying that, Hu Yun looked to one side. In the dim lights, a beautiful woman was standing there. She was quietly looking at the noodle stall at first, but now she was looking at Hu Yun.
Chapter completed!