Black Lotus Tactics Manual

Autumn in Wufang Town is cooler than anywhere else.

There is a biting moisture in the white mist, which seems to contain countless needle-sized ice flowers, which immediately melt away when it touches the skin.

In front of him, the Qutang is a small tributary of the Wanjiang River. The banks are covered with bushy cattails, which are higher than people's knees, like thick and dry hair on the ground.

The protagonist rushed to the road and always loved to copy the way, drilling into the jungle and wasteland. There was no decent stone bridge in the pond, only a few sharp stones exposed the top.

"A Sheng," Mu Yao looked back, with a slight surprise in his eyes, "This ... is not an underworld."

This is just a ... ordinary, shallow, small pond without any danger.

Mu Sheng carried a half-sleeping and awake **** her back, and stepped into the water without looking up: "She can't go."

Mu Yao was dumb for a moment.

Ling Miaomiao hugged his neck, eyes closed. He was willing to carry it, and she was too lazy to wet the skirt, and went with him.

The dangling legs wobbled, and she suddenly leaned over, Mu Sheng turned her head slightly, and from her angle, she could see the curvature of his eyelashes.

"what happened?"

"My shoes ..." She lifted her right foot, barely revealing the slender ankle under the skirt. "It's about to fall."

She shook her ankle and wanted him to help him hook it.

"..." He paused, and quickly took off her pair of shoes with her backhand, and formed a pair, and rushed into his arms, "can't fall."

"..." Ling Miaomiao curled up a pair of barefoot in shame and hid in a skirt, not wanting to care about him anymore.

His hand was down again, holding her right ankle and rubbing twice, his eyes black, "Is it cold?"

"It's not cold." She shrank her legs and broke away angrily, stepping on a hand that he didn't have time to retract.

The teenager suddenly let her step on her foot, her eyelashes fluttered, and silently caught her knee, and obediently stopped talking.

Once quiet, Ling Miaomiao fell asleep immediately.

I noticed that the girl's breath on the back was flattened, the warm body was soft, and the hand around his neck was getting looser. His arms tightened and he called her: "Don't sleep, fall."

Ling Miaomiao awakened suddenly, hugged him subconsciously, and couldn't open her eyes, patted twice on his collarbone, and hummed impatiently: "It won't fall, isn't you holding it."

"..." Mu Sheng stepped over a slippery stone, the corner of her robe was already submerged in water, and her bright garnet red skirt rubbed like a handful of soft petals, pressing tightly under his cuff.

As the boy walked, he looked at the flowing stream and became enchanted. He thought that he might be crazy, and even this casual sentence, he felt dizzy with happiness.

Mu Yao had crossed the river long ago, standing patiently on the shore and waiting for Mu Sheng to come slowly. He carried the man across the river, put her down lightly, and changed her back to hug. He hugged himself to the shade of a banyan tree with a large crown and sat down steadily.

The young man raised his eyes, his dark eyes looked at Mu Yao: "Sister, let's rest for a while."

This negotiated sentence uses a plain and decisive tone.

"... Okay." Mu Yao sat on the side with a complicated look, watching him lower his head, patiently helping her to put on her shoes, and no one was playing with the curly hair of the girl in her arms.

Ling Miaomiao awakened from her dream. When she opened her eyes, she saw the gorgeous sunset sky, and a group of wild geese flew southward into small spots.

Her shining water, Kyoko stared dullly at the sky, and then turned around, seeing the dusk of the sky.

She found herself lying in Mu Sheng's arms, his fingers still lingering around her hair, itchy.

The back was faintly hurt by keeping a movement for a long time.

She was still a bit chaotic, and clearly remembered that when she went out she was still in the hot sun ...

She suddenly sat up, her face flushed, startled and scared: "I ... am I sleeping till night?"

The black lotus let her fall asleep, not wake her up.

As soon as I turned around, I saw Mu Yao leaning against the tree not far away, watching them motionlessly and lifelessly, seemingly waiting to be a stone for a watchman.

For her alone, actually delayed the progress of the entire protagonist's investigation.

"..." The self-blame in Ling Miaomiao's heart suddenly flooded into the river, "I'm sorry, sorry, I blame ..."

"It's okay." Mu Sheng responded indifferently, reaching out to help her straighten her hair upright.

"Who talked to you!" Ling Miaomiao snapped his hands and climbed up with his hands and feet, very frustrated. "Sister Mu, I'm not good ..."

"It's okay." Mu Yao smiled helplessly, whispering and pitying, "Miao Miao may have been tired in the past few days ... rest as long as you are sleepy, and it's the same to go later."

It was almost dusk when I walked into the town of Wufang, and the lanterns on the street were lit up one after another.

Mu Yao stopped the pedestrian who hurried home: "Do you know where the" flower break "is?"

The man smiled abruptly, as if he had heard a joke: "Have you seen these lanterns?" He reached out to the bright lights of the restaurant next to him, and spoke with a characteristic accent of the south. "Following these lights, naturally I can find it. "

"Really?" Mu Yao looked back at the street, seeming a little doubtful.

The man gave a sneered smile, not very satisfied with her expression: "People in the town may not know where the Imperial City is, but the restaurant and restaurant must be able to find it."

The three of them thanked him and walked towards the depths of the street.

Wufang Town is a small town, and there are not many people in total. Even the wharf is particularly bleak, but there is a whole street of restaurants and restaurants, full of lights and nights.

This city, hidden in the mist, lives and dreams.

Moving along the lanterns on both sides, Mu Yao suddenly stopped and pointed to the plaque above his head: "Here he is."

Ling Miaomiao looked up, and she saw the two flat script scripts on the shabby plaque "flower fold", the door was open, there was not even a door to welcome, but from time to time there were people in groups of two and three After stepping in, the business was obviously good.

The three-storeyed building is a full circle larger than the buildings on both sides. From the undamaged jade pillars, it can be seen how magnificent it was in the past, only a little-too run-down.

The lacquer surface on the gate and the plaque is peeling off, the metal is rusted, the lion carved on the two stone pillars at the door, covered with moss on the top, looks unrepaired, even the hanging red lantern looks better than the side The store is darker, like the old antiques on the new street.

Mu Yao and Miao Miao looked at each other, their faces dimmed: "Go in."

The place Liu Liuyi chose was really extraordinary.

Entering along the winding main corridor, the north and south patios cast a bleak night. The lights and candles on the corridor glowed and flickered, extending all the way to the distance, and Mu Sheng's eyebrows fell slightly.

It seems that on the side of the main gallery, there should be countless figures shaking, Yixiang Yingying, Qinggemanwu, Guanghua flowing.

But look at it, only the night is silent, and the door is left out.

"What's wrong?" Miao Miao looked at his face.

"It's okay." He drew back his gaze, looking at her yellow candlelight reflected in her eyes, especially soft.

After a wonderful meal, he lowered his voice: "Uncomfortable speaking."

His eyes moved, half a while, watching her nod.

The scenery on this road is quiet and sad, and it looks like the misery of the restaurant's insufficient funds and before the collapse. Until the hall, Ling Miaomiao's impression has changed-

The first floor of the restaurant was full of people, noisy and noisy, and strategizing, a lively popularity mixed with the aroma of wine and vegetables, suddenly diluting the dilapidated and bleak before coming in.

The tables and chairs in the hall have been saturated, and people must walk sideways when passing through the table. The diners twisted around, and it is possible to rub the back of another table person at any time.

There is only one second, with both hands holding the tray. I ca n’t wait to put another one on top of my head. I walked around in this labyrinthine hall quickly. It was about coping with too many people, and there was no smile on my face. Impatient.

"Brother Li, this restaurant is good or not. How come there is a word 'fold' in the name, which is not good to listen to." The two people at the table behind were arguing, and they needed to speak loudly to make the other person hear clearly.

"You don't know, this building was originally the" Flower Break "of the Qinlou Chu Pavilion, the largest in Wufang Town. It took the meaning of" there is a flower that can be broken and must be folded. " The noble prince, who came from a distance from the capital, ran to Wufang Town, bowed down for the flower. "The head son also shouted with difficulty in his voice," You think everyone is here for something, but to see this "Fold" style! "

"Is there a girl in this building?" The man leaned forward, obviously interested.

The first answerer shook his chopsticks without raising his head. "It's gone. It's gone. I've changed four or five bosses here. It's not a brothel anymore."

"Oh ..." He sipped his wine in disappointment.

"However, there is a repertoire." The son sold a pass with a smile, "I won't say it first, you will know it later."

The scene was already in chaos. The people in the hall were eating in full swing. When the protagonist saw that Xiao Er could not wait, he found the empty table and sat down. He poured tea personally, and Mu Yao picked up the recipe on the table and handed it to him. Miao Miao.

Miao Miao looked at the recipe, and the dense version of the small head of the flyhead was still in a vertical row. The first time she fainted, she stuffed the recipe to Mu Sheng: "You order."

Mu Sheng paused and dropped his long eyelashes: "What do you want to eat?"

She couldn't think of it for a moment, he already whispered intimately: "... brine duck, assorted vegetables, sweet-scented osmanthus cake, iced wine, red bean Lantern Festival ..."

"This." She called out.

He stopped: "Which?"

"Chidou Lantern."

"Well." He nodded, put the recipe together, and handed it to Mu Yao.

Ling Miaomiao blocked his hand, and the black and white Xingzi stared at him, "Don't you order?"

Mu Sheng said slightly: "No need."

Miao Miao's eyes blinked: "Don't you like to eat?"

His black eyes gleamed, and he was a little dazed under the water.

"Then I'll order one more." Ling Miaomiao looked at him like that, and snatched the recipe without hesitation. He glanced pretendingly. "Xingyun cake." After he finished, he looked at him obliquely, paying attention to observe his reaction.

……Sweet.

In the memories, Aunt Rong brought him a plate and said that it was something he liked to eat when he was a child.

Mu Sheng heard that there were no waves in his eyes, only some doubts: "I didn't read Xingyun Cake just now."

Ling Miaomiao's pretense was dismantled, and he flushed the recipe to him with a blushing face, and said crisply, "I just want to eat, so look for it."

Mu Sheng lowered his eyebrows and looked at them in ten rows. He actually found these three words in a row of pastries. The word "Xing" also had a round point on it, presumably recommended.

There was a faint smile in the boy's eyes-she would eat it. His fingertips stopped at the dot: "Yes."

"That's it."

Suddenly, Mu Yao exclaimed, Miao Miao raised her head, and there was an extra black Liu Fuyi on the seat.

After drinking it, I looked at Mu Sheng with condemnation: "A Sheng, I burned the communication symbols all the way for you. Whatever did you ignore? I chased my leg and broke."

"A Sheng?" Mu Yao turned his head to look at Mu Sheng in amazement. The teenager's eyes were half drooping, deaf, and the arc of the end of the eye was cold and charming under the lamp, faintly sneering.

Ling Miaomiao is very excited: "Brother Liu, are you and Sister Mu going to be married tomorrow?"

"Ah?" Liu Fuyi almost choked in his throat with a sip of tea.

Mu Yao's eyes turned to Ling Miaomiao again, and they looked at each other with shock.

Suddenly a crisp clapper sound came from behind, and the room immediately seemed to be silenced as if the mute button had been pressed.

An old man with a red nose, wearing a torn robe adorned with colorful cloths, stood gaudy in the center of the hall, knocking on the clapper in one hand and stroking the white beard in the other: "Let's meet again."

Everyone stopped eating, put down the tableware and clapped their hands, and the cheers thundered.

He nodded slightly with a smile on his face and saluted: "Today, we are telling the story of Murong Family and Prince Zhao in Wufang Town."

The voice did not fall, and there was a wave of applause and whistles in the hall, as if a big star had opened his voice.

The table behind lowered the voice of the chopping person. There was a smug smile in his tone: "Have you seen it? This is the repertoire."