Qing Yang was a little puzzled, why did he suddenly return to this place? Is the lotus platform in Heart Valley so magical? Can you directly send people to where you want to go? No, I seemed to be in the heart of the valley before, and participated in the third level of the questioning challenge. Could it be that all of this is illusory, and it was made by Wenxingu in his own heart to conduct the questioning test?

If this is the case, you must be careful. This little Taoist temple is a taboo in your heart, and it is the most problematic place in your mind. Don’t overturn the boat in the gutter. It’s better to leave this place as soon as possible. Thinking of this, Qingyang Hastily turned around and walked down the mountain.

Before stepping out a few steps, an old voice suddenly came from behind him: "Xiao Za Mao, where are you going? Don't cook when you arrive, do you want to starve me to death?"

Although he hadn't heard this voice for more than a hundred years, Qing Yang was still stunned when it rang in his ears, and a mist of mist rose in his eyes.

Qing Yang didn’t know that he was undergoing Wenxingu’s test. He didn’t know that all of this was fake. He didn’t know that Wenxingu turned out to confuse him, and that he didn’t know that after he stopped, he might challenge and fail. , But he still couldn’t help turning his head, because he had fantasized about this scene countless times, because this voice made him unable to move, and because he wanted to look at the owner of this voice again, no matter what the cost .

At the entrance of Xiaodao Temple, a sloppy old Dao was leaning against the wall, looking lazily at Qing Yang. This old Dao had white beard and hair, thin, and wearing a shabby Taoist robe, but his face was extremely ruddy. If you don’t think about the sloppy and shabby one. Dao robe can be regarded as a childlike face.

Isn't this the old way of Master Songhe, who has depended on him since he was a child? Qing Yang couldn't control himself anymore. He walked quickly to the old man, his eyes were foggy, and he looked at Songhe old man with affection, and said, "Master, it's really you? I've been thinking of a dead disciple these years. ."

Old Songhe seemed to be a little uncomfortable with his apprentice suddenly becoming so enthusiastic, and he said with all his doubts: "You little messy hair, you usually call me an old liar, why did you change your name to Master today? Didn't you do something bad for fear of me being punished? Are you? Could it be that you secretly drank the good wine treasured by Master Tao?"

Songhe Lao Dao is addicted to alcohol like his life, how can he tolerate such a thing from happening? He quickly turned around and entered the room. After a long time tumbling, he found a wine jar and sniffed it with his nose. He found that the good wine he treasured had not diminished. Then he was relieved and said in doubt: "This is strange. He didn’t secretly drink Dao’s good wine, but he was so diligent. Is it just lazy and not wanting to cook?"

Thinking of this, Old Songhe glanced at Qingyang and said, "Master Dao, I haven’t eaten for more than a day, so I’m just waiting for you to come back to cook. It’s not good to be lazy. Today is good luck for you and you have a chance to taste Master Dao. This jar of fine wine that has been kept for many years, hurry up and don't waste time."

More than a hundred years later, being able to be guided by his master to do things again, and to be able to cook a meal for him again, Qingyang was so happy with this kind of thing, he quickly got into the Taoist temple, began to prepare meals for the two, and watched Qingyang's trot. For fear that the master would not let him help, Song He scratched his head straight behind, what happened to his apprentice? It's not like it used to be at all.

The food was ready soon, and it was placed on a shabby wooden table on the side of the Taoist Temple. A dish of tofu mixed with shallots, a dish of boiled broad beans, a dish of fried wild vegetables, and a dish of cold pickles. Vegetarian can no longer be vegetarian. , But this is already a rare snack for the two of them.

Songhe Lao Dao found two porcelain bowls, opened the wine jar and filled the two porcelain bowls, and then carefully collected the wine jar. Only then did he hand out a bowl to Qingyang and said, "This jar of wine is for the tenth teacher. Many years ago he saved a master brewer. He specially gifted it to me to thank me for his life-saving grace. Since then, it has been treasured by me in this Taoist temple. It is older than your age, how many years has been, as a teacher. I can't bear to take a sip, take it out today, and let you open the meat."

Qing Yang took the wine bowl, took a small sip, and a pungent taste rushed into his throat. Qing Yang closed his eyes and savored it carefully. The taste was so familiar, and the familiar made people almost cry. Over the years, Qingyang has tasted many good wines. There are countless spirit wines and immortal wines, all of which can be called Qiongyeyuye. Almost every one tastes better than this wine just now, but those good wines are lacking some. Things, lacking some feelings in it, lacking a trace of longing, lacking a touch of aftertaste, make people just think of drinking as drinking, but they won't think of more things.

And today’s wine, although the taste is not very good compared to the spirit wine and fairy wine that Qingyang has drunk, but when it is tasted carefully, it is so familiar, so warm, and so intoxicating. The aftertaste is endless, making people immersed in it and reluctant to wake up.

After a sip of wine, Qing Yang picked up his chopsticks and ate a few more mouthfuls of dishes. Although the dishes on the table were simple, they tasted very good, which seemed to be better than any delicacy. These small dishes are made by Qingyang, and the taste is almost the same as that made by Master. At the beginning, Qingyang was taught by Songhe Lao Dao. Since leaving Songhe Lao Dao, Qingyang has never eaten Master’s dishes, and very few. It's not that I can't cook this kind of dishes by myself, but I don't want to ~lightnovelpub.net~ and even dare not. Now that he tastes the familiar taste again, Qing Yang almost shed tears with excitement.

Seeing the apprentice’s face full of emotion, Songhe Old Tao was a little surprised, and said: "Isn’t it just a bowl of good wine? How can I become so excited? I am an old drunk as a teacher, but I didn’t expect the apprentice to be a little drunk. If you like it so much, I won’t keep this jar of wine. Let’s finish it all in one go, but we only need to keep the stock as a teacher. You can rely on the apprentice to pay tribute to the wine in the future."

After speaking, Old Songhe took out the wine jars that had just been hidden, and filled their respective wine bowls. There was a stance that they would not give up until they finished drinking. It was a rare opportunity to get drunk with Master. Qing Yang was not welcome, so he drank with Song He's old ways.

After drinking most of a jar of wine, Qing Yang was already drunk and dim, Song He Lao Dao slowly said: "My apprentice, my life is rare in the past seventy years, and I am already over 80 years old as a teacher this year. Even after years of martial arts training, I've been living well in a few years, and I'm going to pass this Xiping View to you. Would you like to accept it?"

Although Qing Yang was drunk, he was still sober in his heart. He knew that all of this was fake, and he was transformed by Asking Heart Valley, but in the face of this situation, he really didn't know what to say, and he was worried in case of rejection. , There will be unexpected results.