Distress: My Years in Defeng Ancient Road

Lin Chongyang read the stack of letter papers only once, and then was taken away by Ji Wuxia with a smile. She was very interested in the next few recipes for wine making, and the wine cellar built earlier happened to be useful.

There are many specialties in this mountain range, enough for her to find the materials.

However, before leaving, Ji Wuxia personally wrote a reply letter to Lie Hongjiao and the others, inviting them to come and have a sit down after going down the mountain.

Although some of the recipes are just ideas, based on Lin Chongyang's many years of experience, they are all unique and the taste is not bad.

As the saying goes, relying on mountains to eat mountains, relying on water to drink water, the recipes are just for reference, if you really want to get started, you still have to make some characteristic modifications according to the actual situation and personal habits.

As for the letter sent by Xia Chenglin and others, it is nothing more than talking about the affairs of the sect, and at the same time, it is stated that every month from now on, the recent major events in the world will be sorted out and sent together.

Just like when he was in office, Mu Ci would regularly sort out the information on the rivers and lakes for several masters and uncles, and send them to the place of retirement.

At his current state, it is useless to sit in the customs, and he must find something to do to pass the time, and at the same time, he must ensure that he is not out of touch with the times.

No one mentioned Lin Chongyang's successors in the sect, but he was able to make calculations from the letters, which was a kind of tacit understanding, and it was just a small trick in terms of heart and mind.

Seeing but not knowing will not only bring no negative impact, but also save a lot of unnecessary trouble, which is good for both parties.

There are also Fetions who ask for advice on cultivation and kendo. Generally, after reading the above doubts, he will reply with sword aura on the spot.

As we all know, the number of children picked up by a certain ex-principal is almost inversely proportional to the time spent teaching younger generations, which can be roughly summarized as——

Intermittent careful teaching, continuous hands-off shopkeeper.

He is very good at using excuses such as knowing people and making good use of them, working hard for those who are capable, and teaching students according to their aptitude, to pull other people into the water to help. That is to say, most of these juniors are talented, and it is not too difficult to teach, so he is a little more active.

This way of contacting by letter is very good, neither troublesome nor boring.

He has retired, and is just the so-called ex-principal, and his current status is an ordinary Confucian scholar without any position, which is different from his wife who holds the post of command.

Therefore, no matter whether it is the ancient way of virtue or the lineage of Confucianism and sage Mingde, now Cheng Lin is in charge, and he must believe in his successors.

Why do I, a retired Confucian scholar, take care of so many things?

Repacking the letters he had read in his hand and putting them on his right hand, Lin Chongyang shook his head helplessly, and picked up another letter from his left hand.

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The clouds are floating in the color of jade, with a bright head and a blue sky; the ancient times are high and cold, and the morning sun shines brightly.

Time passed, and when Ji Wuxia returned, she could sense the unusual atmosphere as soon as she reached the mountainside.

Suddenly, there was snow in the mountains.

The snowflakes are crystal clear, flying like jade butterflies, but there are traces of imperceptible coldness in them.

The plum blossoms on the treetops were blown off by the flying snow, and they fell to the ground into silk.

The sassy figure who had passed halfway up the mountain did not stop, and the snow falling from the top of the mountain did not hurt her at all.

Before stepping into Xueqingfang, I saw a very eye-catching figure appearing in the field of vision, with red hair and purple shirt, dancing with a knife in the flying snow, and the wind and snow gusted while the clothes were flying.

The knife turned with every step, but he didn't know which way it was.

When Ji Wuxia formally stepped into the courtyard, the first thing he saw was the pile of letters on the round table, which were neatly arranged, and he presumably had already read them all, and those who should reply also replied to the letter.

She didn't say a word to interrupt, but went straight to the piano case, sat down after tidying up her clothes, lightly stroked the sleeves, and her slender and white fingers fell on the strings of the Wanhe pine organ, trembling, pressing, sliding, kneading...

Zheng——

Then the sound of the zither sounded, ups and downs, deep, tactful but yet passionate, matching with the dancing figure holding a knife in the courtyard, and the streamer on the white jade knife gleamed.

When the body moved, three thousand jade dragons swayed from the sleeves of the clothes;

With the movement of the knife, the plum blossoms on the treetops bloom one by one;
Qingyue's saber chants spread across the sky, and the sound of the piano suddenly became sharper at this moment, but it was not harsh, but even more high-pitched and passionate.

The mind is moving, and the rays of the sun are reflected in the light of the knife;
The person wielding the knife is like looking at flowers through the fog, gradually becoming hazy, and the sound of the piano also becomes low and whispering.

Heartbeat...

The figure holding the knife stopped before the end of the song. At the end of the song, the long knife was thrown back into the scabbard, and the bright sun in the sky could be seen at the beginning of the wind and snow.

Ji Wuxia got up from the piano table, smiled lightly and said, "Isn't it just a few days that you can't be free?"

"It's not a few days." Lin Chongyang corrected this: "It's 100 years and three months, which is not a short time."

Time kills people, he has always been very sensitive to the passage of time, even if time can no longer leave traces on him, but life, old age, sickness and death in the world are not non-existent.

"So, how about going for a walk down the mountain with your husband in a few days?"

"Go and see today's rivers and lakes?"

"Go and see today's rivers and lakes."

He said he was going down the mountain with Lin Chongyang to take a look, but in fact, Ji Wuxia himself had the same idea. What he wanted to see was not only the current rivers and lakes, but also all living beings in the world of mortals.

This Xueqingfang on the top of the snow mountain is good everywhere, but it is a bit higher.

"Okay." Lin Chongyang nodded, and the itinerary was set just like that.

After inheriting the responsibilities on his shoulders, his spirit seems to be renewed. He should be 27 or [-] years old now, with a slender and powerful person, and deep and far-sighted eyes.

The blood is not cold, but there is enough precipitation.

"The matter of traveling down the mountain is temporarily pressed. I passed by the mountain and caught fish in the lake. I happened to try the recipe that Yan'er sent."

As he said that, he saw that Ji Wuxia had turned out the harvest of this trip, not only two plump white fish, but also some other mountain products, such as winter bamboo shoots.

This mountain range is indeed a good place. There are no people in the surrounding area for hundreds of miles. The ecology is intact and it is very suitable for seclusion. It is a pity that her family is a person who can't sit still.

"The white fish in the lake at the foot of the mountain is really delicious." Lin Chongyang lifted the bamboo basket containing the fish and said, "Then let's try a new dish."

The kitchen in Xueqingfang was only built two days ago, and it has not been used before today, so the first thing to do when cooking is to open the pot, and then start cooking.

There is no problem with the stove, Tukunlun Zhenyuan is the primary productive force in this respect, and now there is no need to chop firewood for cooking.

Now that the stove has been officially opened, it is not possible to only cook one fish, so I added another dish of pearl lotus leaf balls, a dish of raccoon meat in vinegar, a dish of dragon and phoenix prawns with three peppers, and white fish in two, barely making up four dishes and one soup.

When the dishes were served, the sky in the west just turned red.

The temperature in Xueqingfang is controlled by formations. Although the winter scene is preserved, it can be called a suitable climate during the time when the white dew is not out of its sheath.

Ji Wuxia warmed the wine, and the two sat at the table, savoring the leisure time.

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