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The topic about Mr. Ji passed quickly, not that people didn't want to hear more, but that there was not much to say, and there was nothing to talk about the "unofficial history" anecdotes from hearsay, so everyone's focus quickly returned to the Fa conference.

At this moment, there is an expert preaching in the center of the sea of ​​clouds, and his voice spreads everywhere in the sea of ​​clouds. Although it is not suitable for everyone, it is also a profound truth, which can make others understand each other and confirm each other.

Mi Huang was also listening carefully, but after all, what the preacher said didn't match his way, and he was also calculating his own affairs, a little absent-minded, and would keep playing with the beads in his hand, rubbing them for a long time, then took the biggest pearl from the beads, and then threw it away.

The pearl turned into a dull ripple and flew out of the attic. The people around were all highly educated, but not many noticed this ray of light, and some of the people who noticed it just looked sideways, and some didn't respond.

This ripple directly flew to the edge of the Luxuan Sea of ​​Clouds, and flew into the hands of a celestial monk, becoming a shining pearl again.

This is considered to be a message. After checking, the monk used his fingers to draw a few inscriptions on the Dharma light, and then sent it out to Luxuanyunhai. Messages like this are sometimes sent during the Dharma conference, so it is not surprising. After all, there are always people who do not want to leave the Dharma conference. After all, there are always people who suddenly want to send a message, and it is normal to use a magic weapon to send a message.

The pearl flew out again, and soon arrived at the Tianmen. After identifying and approving the inscriptions, the Tianmen's light shone slightly, allowing it to fly out of the heaven. The two gatekeepers did not even look sideways.

Hundreds of miles after flying out of Tianmen, Mingzhu's speed continued to increase. After flying for an unknown amount of time, Mingzhu had already flown over the Jiaoye Mountain. After staying in the air for a while, she immediately flew down.

The pearl flew past the place where the thunder had landed before, and finally flew into the mountain temple. The next moment, the stream of light above the pearl spread outwards, and soon turned into a person who looked similar to Mi Huang, but with vermilion hair, and a scarlet pattern between his eyebrows that looked like flames, and his clothes were more solemn and gorgeous.

"Chuck..."

This person stretched his body, groaned comfortably, his body crackled, and a divine light was born behind him, which made the surface of his body coated with a faint brilliance.

The man looked around the mountain temple, and finally landed on the statue of the mountain god. After looking at it for a while, he nodded slightly and opened his mouth to cast a spell to transmit sound.

"Please let the Mountain God Fang show up."

The sound spread far away, following the terrain and veins involved in the mountain temple, it reached Gong Weng's ears. The latter had been tense all this time and was in a state of constant preparation. Hearing the voice of "Please God", he immediately fled away.

After a few breaths, the mountain god appeared in his own temple, and when he saw the existence of an expert in front of him, he immediately bowed his hands and saluted.

"Little god Gong Muhua, have you met the fairy elder?"

The vermilion-haired man looked at the mountain god and said with a smile.

"The Thunder Department of the Heavenly Realm is very dissatisfied with the fact that you blocked the thunder before, but there is no need to worry, you are not here, I have already dealt with it, and no god will come to question you."

Gong Muhua's body shook slightly, he looked up at the man, bowed and saluted, the man accepted the salute with a slight nod, then turned and left.

The mountain god, who had a premonition, watched expectantly behind him, but the other party didn't say anything, and couldn't help but speak.

"Immortal Elder..."

The red-haired man paused, turned around and said something.

"I forgot to say, I shouldn't have come forward about this matter, um, don't tell Hu Yun that I have been here."

"yes!"

Gong Muhua responded quickly, but the excitement in his heart couldn't help but he couldn't get any response last time, so he planned to ask again this time.

"Elder Immortal, the little god dares to ask, how can the little god achieve consummation?"

The man thought for a moment and smiled.

"Don't say it! Hu Yun told you a lot? I'm going to remind her. How much did she talk about? Do you know where she is at this moment?"

Gong Muhua quickly shook his head in denial.

"Immortal Elder, Immortal Elder Hu Yun never said much, please don't get me wrong, I just talked a little bit about Empress Sheji, but she left before listening to it, and now she should go back to Ning'an County to see Sun Yiqiu."

Sun Yiqiu?

The red-haired man looked unreasonable, and nodded calmly.

"I believe in you, so that's good, then just pretend that I haven't been here, remember, good life practice, we will meet again by fate!"

After saying this, the red-haired man turned into a stream of light and disappeared after stepping out of the mountain temple, leaving only the mountain god in the mountain temple both a little excited and a little disappointed.

On the other side, the red-haired man was already flying in the direction of Ning'an County. At the same time, he was thinking quickly. Of course, it is impossible for him not to have heard of the name of Ning'an County. Then it is not surprising that Hu Yun went to Ning'an County.

'Sun Yiqiu? '

The red-haired man thought about it and realized that this was a very important person.

In the afternoon of that day, the red-haired man had already arrived in Ning'an County. He didn't fly directly into the county, but turned into a scholar outside the county, and took a carriage on the way and slowly drove into Ning'an County.

Which kind of foreigners come to Ning'an County the most? Undoubtedly a scholar.

Not long after entering Ning'an County, the red-haired man got out of the carriage, thanked the driver, and then walked to Temple Square, worshiped Wensheng Temple, visited Temple Square, ate cakes from Louwailou, drank flower carvings brewed in Ning'an County, and visited the so-called Hometown of Wensheng composed of a large number of mansions and buildings designated by the government...

The man went on a pilgrimage while playing in Ning'an County. It took him three or four days before he walked to the street outside Tianniufang. He saw the signboard of Sun's noodle stall from a distance, and then walked over with a smile.

Before anyone arrived, the voice had already passed.

"I heard that Sun's Braised Noodles have been passed down for a long time, and even sages had eaten it back then, but is it true?"

"Come, come, guest officer, please!"

Sun Yiqiu politely invited the visitor to sit down, and replied proudly.

"What the guest officer said is very true. The craftsmanship of our Sun family has been passed down for dozens of generations. Master Wen Sheng also ate it back then. You will know how good the taste is after you taste it. Many regular customers remember this taste. If you have been away for a long time and haven't returned for a long time, the first thing you do when you come back is to reunite with your family. Come here to eat noodles!"

"Yiqiu, don't be poor, guest officer, I made you laugh, what do you want to eat? Our shop is small, and we only serve braised noodles and some lo-mei."

The red-haired man glanced at Sun Yiqiu.

"Does the store have any recommendations?"

"It's better to have a bowl of braised noodles and another bowl of offal. Many regular customers eat like this."

"Okay, as you said, let's have a bowl of chop suey and a bowl of braised noodles!"

"okay!"

The Sun's father and son made noodles, made noodles and poured tea, while the red-haired man watched them back and forth without any trace. Suddenly, his heart moved slightly, and he looked to one side, and there were two big yellow dogs passing by the booth.

‘Interesting, it seems that this is indeed the case! '

When the noodles were ready, the scholar immediately began to taste them, and he was full of praise. After eating and paying, he chatted for a while before leaving without delay.

For several days in a row, the scholar came to eat noodles, either in the morning or at noon, sometimes twice, sometimes once, and got acquainted with the Sun family a lot. On the evening of the fourth day, the scholar chatted with the Sun father and son, and it was time for them to close the stall.

"Mr. Hong, we are going to close the stall. We will continue to talk about outside affairs tomorrow."

"Hahaha, I accidentally forgot the time, do you want my help?"

Grandfather also called out over there.

"Don't bother Mr. Hong, Yiqiu, move quickly and stop chatting."

"Yes Yes Yes!"

The scholar hurriedly got up to make room for Yiqiu to tidy up the tables and stools, and then watched them fold the oilcloth to arrange the things, and put the things on the cart like an arhat.

When the cabinet car moved and turned, the scholar's eyes flashed, and he keenly found a wooden sign on the inside of the cabinet car. The moment he saw it, he was shocked.

'Keep a copy? The aura of this technique is so strong, and the artistic conception is extraordinary, that he didn't realize it before? Is it left by Wensheng? Or... Mr. Ji? '

"Hey? The technique on this wooden tablet is very ingenious, whose calligraphy is it?"

The man showed the interest that a scholar should have, and hurriedly approached for a closer look, Sun Yiqiu answered with a smile.

"Oh, it's inherited from our ancestors. There is a rule in our booth. No matter how good the business is, we must keep a copy of the materials, which is also compared with this brand."

"Uh, why did someone keep it?"

The scholar was very curious, Sun Yiqiu scratched his head, but Sun's father spoke first.

"Hahaha, Mr. Hong, this brand has been passed down for dozens of generations, and now it's just a symbol. I don't remember who it's for, and it's meaningless."

"Oh, indeed, it's just that, wouldn't it be a waste of pasta?"

"Of course we go home and eat it."

"That's troublesome, I have to eat hahahaha every day, oh, Xiaosheng Menglang."

Grandpa replied with a smile.

"It's okay, it's okay, what Mr. Hong said is also true, it is true, but we are all used to it, let's do it today."

"Okay, come to eat noodles tomorrow, Xiaosheng will leave first!"

Mr. Hong bowed his hands and saluted, looking not far away, Sun Yiqiu was already facing another cart, there was an old man and a girl over there, he was chatting and laughing very intimately with the girl.

The scholar smiled, shook his head slightly, then turned and left, still muttering regretfully.

"Hey, it's a pity that this calligraphy is an ancestral property of the Sun family. It will definitely not be sold. I don't know which famous artist it is. It may even be kept by Wen Sheng. Well, it's not right. If Wen Sheng kept it, I'm afraid it would have been taken away by the court..."

The scholar went all the way back to the inn, greeted Xiao Er, washed and went to bed normally, and at midnight, he left his false body on the bed, and then his real body quietly slipped into the underworld.

The official records of Ning'an County in Yangjian are mostly incomplete. The more time goes by due to insects, rats, damp rot, man-made disasters, etc.