Chapter 271 Xiao Long Bao

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(Continued from the previous article)

Huang Chao wakes up at dawn every day. After washing up, he uses his lightness exercises to go to the forest behind the Chongyang Palace, breathes the cool morning air, and conducts the necessary morning classes every day. His martial arts has already surpassed the three generations of disciples, and the second generation disciples may not necessarily be his opponents. In Quanzhen sect, his status is aloof, and no one cares about his practice.

He punched a few times, performed thirty-six weeks of breathing, and the sun had already risen very high. Facing the mountain wind, Huang Chao took out the bamboo flute and played a few tunes at will, practicing internal strength and music at the same time. The sonic skill of this era absolutely cannot shout loudly, even Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison, can play the iron zither. I can't play music first-hand, and I can't go out to meet people at all. Under the guidance of Huang Rong, Huang Chao began to learn to play the bamboo flute, inheriting the fine tradition of Peach Blossom Island.

His internal strength is so good that he doesn't need to be activated, and the sound of the flute can be heard far away. He is skilled, has a beautiful tune, and is not afraid to make noise to disturb the people.

A few days after Guo Jing left, Qiu Chuji suddenly summoned his disciples and said to them, "There is a big villain in Hebei area. Some fellows from all corners of the country sent a hero post and invited our Quanzhen Sect to help. I will go and see it with your uncle." Look. When I'm not around, you should practice hard. After a while, if you don't understand something, you can ask Master Ma."

"Yes." Huang Chao replied, and sent Qiu Chuji and others away with his master and uncles. Quanzhen Sect spreads all over the north, with countless believers and a lot of educational affairs. The Seven Masters of Quanzhen often have to come forward to help people solve problems, which is one of the reasons for their slow practice.

A few days later, Yin Zhiping called Huang Chao and said, "Guoer, I have something for you to do as a teacher. Do you know that we often help the neighbors of the Ancient Tomb Sect by sending them rice and vegetables. Now I want to help Uncle Ma handles educational affairs and has no time to spare, so you send things over there. Our two factions have deep ties, so you should be more polite to others."

Huang Chao looked at Yin Zhiping in shock, and quickly regained his composure: "Oh, that disciple is gone."

"Hey, I haven't told you how to get there yet?"

"I went with Master Qiu last time. Goodbye, master." Huang Chao carried a load of grain, vegetables and meat, and walked quickly towards the back mountain, he didn't know what expression to use.

He soon came to the gate of the Ancient Tomb School, and there was a beautiful sound of the piano in the forest. It seemed that Xiao Longnu was playing the piano. Huang Chao cleared his throat, and sent his voice into the forest: "Yang Guo, a disciple of Quanzhen Changchun Daoist, brought food here, and please invite friends from the Ancient Tomb Sect to receive it."

Three zither sounds sounded in the forest, and Xiao Longnu said that she had heard it.

Not long after,

A beautiful woman in white turned out from the forest and appeared in front of Huang Chao. At that moment, Huang Chao fell into a daze, and his thoughts drifted to nowhere. Countless memories of reality flooded his mind. The feeling of memories is half sour and half sweet, but they all remind him that it has been a long time since he left reality...

I still remember that he just entered college at the age of 18, and the cafeteria was still very powerful. Especially the Xiaolongbao in the morning, which is the conscience of the industry. It is about five centimeters in size, filled with meat filling, and oil juice spurts out when you bite it. Huang Chao was hit several times, and the oil spilled on his glasses, jacket and trousers. It wasn't until the end that he realized that he could blow the buns to cool them down and pop them all in his mouth. In this way, when the teeth are bitten, the warm oil juice will fill the teeth, leaving a mouthful of fragrance. Served with a bowl of sweet soy milk, or tofu nao with coriander, mustard, shrimp skin, chili oil and marinade...it is an incomparable feast.

This delicacy is an important reason for Huang Chao to get up early, thanks to the cafeteria. It's a pity that people don't have a thousand days, and flowers don't have a hundred days. The buns in the cafeteria are getting more and more frustrated, until the size is still the same, the filling has turned into an unknown paste, and the mouthful of oil is nowhere Searching.

There is no banquet in the world that lasts forever, and Huang Chao finally embarked on the road of no return without eating breakfast... Ah, Xiaolongbao, Xiaolongbao, when will we be able to eat the deliciousness when we first met at the age of 18?

Huang Chao used the scene to express his emotions, thinking of the twenty-five cents steamed buns and the three yuan chicken drumsticks in the school cafeteria, the more he thought about it, the colder he was: "Fuck, who is the director of the TV series, do you believe it or not? I will beat you to death when I return to reality? "

Xiao Long Bao, oh no, it was Xiao Long Nu who saw Huang Chao suddenly in a daze, her vision lost focus, and an expression of nostalgia appeared on her face, sometimes joyful, sometimes sad, sometimes angry, as if suddenly going crazy. She called: "Hey, hello, are you okay?" She looked at Huang Chaoshi with a murderous look, and cautiously did not come forward.

Huang Chao quickly regained his composure, looked squarely at the white-clothed woman in front of him, and said politely, "I'm here to deliver something. I'm the disciple and grandson of Master Qiu Chuji. Miss, are you Xiaolongnv?"

"Well, you put your things down."

Huang Chao looked at the other person's appearance carefully. Although her small face was round like a steamed stuffed bun, and her hairstyle was weird like two chicken legs, her skin was indeed fair, pale and bloodless, and she looked only sixteen or seventeen years old.

Because of his small appearance, although the other party is slightly fat, he still has a kind of cuteness. Huang Chao took a breath and said calmly, "My name is Yang Guo, and I have met Sister Xiaolongnv."

Xiao Longnv nodded expressionlessly, and Huang Chao explained: "Master Qiu said I should call you Auntie, but I think you are about the same age, so I'd better call you Sister."

Xiao Longnv is cold and doesn't care about this title issue at all. She still nodded silently, and was about to see off the guests when her eyes fell on Huang Chao's bamboo flute: "You play the flute every morning?"

"yes."

"It's too noisy, don't play it near the ancient tomb anymore." Xiao Longnv turned her head and left without saying goodbye when she mentioned something.

Huang Chao looked at her back helplessly, and complained in his heart: "Hey, you should not learn from the Bingshan Goddess, you can't do the last two words..."

Qiu Chuji walked away for a long time, Yin Zhiping kept asking Huang Chao to deliver the things, Huang Chao got to know Xiao Longnu a lot, and at the same time he got to know Grandma Sun.

On this day, Huang Chao came to deliver things again. The melodious sound of the piano echoed in the woods in front of the ancient tomb. The breeze was blowing, the vegetation was green, and the birds were chirping. It was a fairy scene. If he didn't know the appearance of the piano player, Huang Chao might still have countless beautiful imaginations.

He took out the bamboo flute and played a tune to the sound of Xiao Longnu's piano. Xiao Longnv pushed the tune up to a high level of difficulty, trying to shake off Huang Chao, but Huang Chao's musical skills were already at full strength, perfectly matching the sound of the piano. After a long time, the little dragon girl stopped playing the piano, and came to the outside of the forest in a fluttering figure.

"Looking from a distance, it's really a beautiful woman coming with the wind. Looking closer, it looks like a balloon." Huang Chao thought painfully, but the environment, the sound of the piano, and the atmosphere all gave him the illusion of a peerless beauty, which was too scary.

Xiao Longnv landed on the ground, her round face was full of indifference: "I told you that the flute is very noisy, so you mustn't make noise in the future. You mustn't come so close next time." Her voice was flat, without anger at all. There is only one kind of ice cold.

Huang Chaoxin said: "I have sent you things for so many days, you didn't even say thank you, I..."

With a heavy expression on his face, he said earnestly, "Miss Long, I know that your cultivation practice makes your feelings cold and indifferent, which is understandable. But you only have youth once in your life, and you have passed your eighteenth birthday. Haven't you lost weight? What do you think? As a girl, don’t you have a heart for beauty, and you are willing to waste your beautiful years with such a figure? Don’t let the good time go.”

When Huang Chao said this, he was on full alert and turned around to run for his life at any time. Once the opponent throws a lot of Jade Bee Needles, Huang Chao can only stimulate his mind to resist when he can't dodge it.

However, the little dragon girl still had an indifferent look on her face: "I'm fat, so I don't look good in your eyes, so what?" Ask me to help her eat three meals a day. Since then, I have been forcing myself to eat the amount of food for two people, and it has become a habit now. I have become like this, and there is nothing I can do..."

She didn't complain in her voice, just narrated a fact. Huang Chao was furious when he heard it: "Li Mochou, you are so scheming, you kill well!"