So Feng Xiaoya picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece and put it in her mouth, and then she was stunned.

When I took the first bite, it was still a persimmon, but after another bite, I tasted the walnut powder. After that, the taste changed. After a whole piece was finished, I felt soft and fragrant, which was indescribable.

"This dish is called Ten Evils. Choose the best fire crystal persimmon, hollow it out, stuff it into your belly, stuff it with ten ingredients such as walnuts, peanuts, osmanthus, bean paste, roses, etc., mix it with honey pomelo sugar, and then fry it. Therefore, the taste will change countless times in one bite." Qiu Jiang looked at him with a smile, "I said, the young master will definitely like it."

"You know me."

"Understanding the tastes and preferences of customers is the key to a chef's success. You are a distinguished guest of Toothless Master, how dare I be negligent? But..."

"And but?"

"But the young master is too sweet and it's not good after all. So this last dish is for digestion." Qiu Jiang said and delivered the last dish to Feng Xiaoya.

Since the last dish is to conform to the meaning of "flat", it is naturally made smoothly, and it looks like an ordinary vegetable rice. However, there are so many dishes inside, and there are more than twenty kinds of them at a glance. The taste is clear and light, and it is even warm and moist after entering the stomach, and it feels extremely comfortable.

In this way, Feng Xiaoya has tasted all these six dishes. He especially liked the last rice soaking and ate the whole bowl.

Meng Buli and Jiao Buqi followed him for many years, and this was the first time he saw him with such appetite, both surprised and happy. When he looked at Qiu Jiang again, he had a little more recognition in his eyes.

Feng Xiaoya put down her chopsticks and looked at Qiu Jiang: "What reward do you want?"

Qiu Jiang's eyes flashed: "Can any reward be possible?"

"As long as I think I can afford this vegetarian meal, it's fine."

"Okay, I heard that He Gong's music is unparalleled in the world, known as one of the three treasures of Yujing, and many people are flocking to it. Today is the opportunity, and the little girl wants to be filled with her ears."

As soon as these words were spoken, Meng Buli and Jiao Buqi exchanged meaningful eyes.

Over the years, there have been many women who have appeared in front of the young master in various postures and opportunities. The thoughts of those women are actually not difficult to understand, they all have plans and seek something. Qiu Jiang cannot avoid suspicion, and it seems that she is a difficult person to deal with.

However, after the young master made such a promise, Qiu Jiang was the first to ask for gold and silver or ask for marriage to him.

She wants to listen to the young master playing?

It's really unique.

Feng Xiaoya's brows frowned slightly, and she didn't seem to want to agree.

Qiu Jiang suddenly turned around and kicked gently on the door. A piece of Bai Lian flew out of the door. She kept pulling Bai Lian to the sycamore tree three meters away, and tied one end to it. In this way, from the door to the sycamore tree, a Bai Lian, which was three meters wide, suddenly hung up from the door to the sycamore tree.

Qiu Jiang turned around, smiled at Feng Xiaoya, then danced on Bai Lian and started dancing.

The wide monk's robe was flying, and her steps were as light as falling flowers. Wherever she clicked, there would be a wave of white training, like the lake water stirred by the wind, spreading layer by layer.

Her hair was so black and her clothes were so white, and there was no other color except a little bright red on her lips. And that little bright red turned into a curse of soul-catching poison, making people unable to turn their eyes away, and they were reluctant to turn their eyes away.

The little monk next to him did not dare to look at him again, quickly lowered his eyes and chanted Amitabha in his heart: "It's over, the mantra of Modengga's ancestors is about to begin..."

And as he was worried, Feng Xiaoya moved.

Feng Xiaoya pulled out a flute from under the seat and began to play in response to Qiu Jiang's dance.

The sound of the flute was crisp at the beginning, light and agile, just like a graceful butterfly flying in the spring light; with a few turns, it became excited, and the butterfly met the flowers of longing and rotated around the branches; then, there was a beautiful scenery, with deep feelings and thoughts pushing upwards one by one...

Suddenly, a gust of wind broke the flower branches, and the flowers fell and fell into the mountain stream. The butterfly was shocked and wanted to save the fire, but watched the flowers washed away by the stream.

A series of high notes were densely filled with rain, and the autumn ginger on the white leg was spinning rapidly, like a butterfly chasing the flowers. After that, the sound of the flute gradually became sluggish and was about to stop. After several struggles, they were powerless.

Accompanied by the last long drag, Qiu Jiang leaned softly and bonelessly above Bai Lian, and did not look up for a long time.

For a moment, everything was quiet.

The followers and the little monk were both shocked and silent.

Needless to say, the little monk was shocked by the followers, Yu Qiujiang was able to keep up with the young master's tune! The song they collaborated on can be said to be seamless, as if they had practiced countless times before.

Meng Buli and Jiao Buqi were still intoxicated, and suddenly heard Feng Xiaoya say, "Let's go."

The two of them were stunned for a moment, what? What was the young master saying? Leave? Just leave? Turning back, they saw that Feng Xiaoya had inserted the flute back to the bottom of the couch, closed her eyes and looked like she had nothing to do with her. So they knew that they heard it right, the young master was really leaving.

Meng Buli and Jiao Buqi immediately moved the dishes away, pulled the wall of the car back, and then turned the horse's head and left.

Qiu Jiang stood up from Bai Lian and looked at them without saying a word.

Seeing that the carriage was about to walk out of the temple gate, a group of villagers suddenly rushed in from outside and shouted: "Qiu Jiang Qiu Jiang, go back! Go back--"

Qiu Jiang jumped off Bai Lian and asked, "Uncle Chen, Aunt Lu? What's wrong?"

"Oh, my good boy, you must hold on, poor..." The village woman, known as Aunt Lu, hugged her and cried.

Uncle Chen said in a deep voice: "Your family... accidentally caught fire, your father and your mother... were unfortunately gone..."

Qiu Jiang ran away.

Meng Buli and Jiao Buqi, who were sitting on the shaft of the car, felt a gust of wind passing by. When they looked closely, Qiu Jiang had already rushed out of the temple gate. Her long hair and monk's robe flew straight up in the wind, and her feet... were naked.

Looking back, I found that I had two shoes off when I was in the air. The shoes were also men's shoes for monks, and they were obviously big, so they fell off when they were excited. Qiu Jiang was wearing such a big shoes just now - dancing?

Meng Buli and Jiao Buqi looked at each other again, with complex eyes.

In the car, Feng Xiaoya looked at Qiu Jiang through the curtain, and there was no expression on Jingshu's face, but she just ordered: "Go."

The carriage swayed down the mountain. From a distance, I saw that the fire in the Qiu family's wine house had been extinguished, but it was still smoking. The burned broken walls flooded the original prosperity. Before the crowd had dissipated, the autumn ginger in the moon-white monk's clothes was particularly eye-catching, and suddenly bloomed in the dark background.

Jiao Buqi sighed: "It turns out that she is Boss Qiu's daughter... She doesn't look like her parents... Poor, now both parents are dead..."

Meng Buli nodded again.

As she got closer, she saw Qiu Jiang kneeling in front of two charred corpses, her snow-white barefoot was covered with blood. She did not cry, but just lowered her head and used an unusually calm expression to tear off her sleeves and cover the corpse's face.

The carriage slowly ran through the wine house.

Qiu Jiang stood up and bowed to everyone one by one, and the villagers returned their greetings.

The picture was extremely quiet, as if the whole world was observing silence for it.

The carriage left the wine house.

Qiu Jiang thanked everyone and carried the body to the cart pulled by the villagers beside him, and then pushed the cart in the opposite direction.

Whether it was Feng Xiaoya on the carriage or Qiu Jiang pushing the corpse up the mountain, they never looked back and didn't look at each other again...

***

Under the lamp, Qiu Jiang knelt in front of the chessboard, staring at the chess game above, holding a black chess with his fingertips, pondering for a long time.

In a corner of the room, Master Yiya and his disciples were still tied.

The little monk was in tears: "The little monk has done what you said, why did he go back on his word and not let my master go?"

Qiu Jiang sighed, her eyes still gelling in the chess: "Strange..." After thinking about it, she turned her head and asked the little monk: "Isn't my vegetarian food good?"

The little monk was stunned.

“My dance is not good?”

The little monk was stunned again.

"Isn't my life experience miserable enough?" At this point, Qiu Jiang got up and walked back and forth a few times. "Feng Xiaoya's ten wives have three common characteristics."

The little monk couldn't help asking: "What are the characteristics?"

"One, they all have a skill. The eldest wife Gong Xiaohui is good at doing business and is known as the female Bai Gui; the third wife Shang Qingque is good at all enjoyment; the fourth wife Wang Fuya is good at raising flowers and plants; the fifth wife Luo Ying is good at chess; the sixth wife Duan Jin is good at embroidery; the seventh wife Shen Yanzhi is good at writing; the eighth wife Zhang Ling is good at medicine; the ninth wife Pei Xiyu is good at martial arts. Only the second wife Li Wanwan is more mysterious and I don't know the director's strength for the time being."

The little monk thought about it carefully and it was indeed the case.

"Second, they are not good girls in the eyes of everyone. Gong Xiaohui is eight years older than him; Li Wanwan abandons him; Shang Qingque is a widow and lame; Wang Fuya is a dwarf; Luo Ying is someone else's escape concubine; Duan Jin's eyes; Shen Yanzhi is a prostitute; Zhang Ling is also a widow; and Pei Xiyu is even more outrageous, once a female prisoner..."

The little monk glanced at her: "You are in line too."

"Three, before marrying Feng Xiaoya, they all lived a miserable life. Gong Xiaohui was in great debts; Li Wanwan was a beggar; Shang Qingque was a laughing stock in the famous show of Yujing; Wang Fuya was sent by a magnificent official and tycoons together with flowers and plants; Luo Ying was beaten by her husband; Duan Jin was exploited by a tyrant merchant; Shen Yanzhi took over fifty benefactors in one day; Zhang Ling was harassed by a bully; Pei Xiyu was betrayed by her lover... Tsk tsk tsk tsk, it was really a tragedy in the whole world."

"And now both of your parents died in the fire house, which is also very miserable."

Qiu Jiang nodded: "Yes. So, I first showed his superb cooking skills and proficiency in Buddhism in front of him, and then showed his accomplishments in music and dance. Finally, he created a miserable appearance... but he still failed. Why?"

The little monk was speechless.

He lowered his eyebrows and looked toothless, and then he opened his eyes slightly. Just as he was about to speak, Qiu Jiang pressed his hand on his face and blocked it back.

"Don't talk, I'm impatient to listen to your longing." Qiu Jiang said, snapping his fingers, and two men in black came in outside the door immediately. "Since the first day of June is over, the old monk should travel far away again. If he leaves this time, he doesn't have to come back."

When the little monk heard this, he immediately became anxious: "How can this work? Our Yuanmu Temple..." Before he finished speaking, the man in black stuffed his mouth with a cloth and dragged it out with Master Toothless.

Wuya looked at Qiu Jiang with compassion in her eyes, and couldn't help but say: "If you do what you want, you will be like asking for fish from a tree. Amitabha Buddha, turning back is the shore."

Qiu Jiang laughed and said, "The master has been outside for a long time and is well-versed everywhere. I may have forgotten that there are many people in the world and there is no way back."

"If you have the will, you will have a way back." As he spoke, the man in black dragged Wuya out of the threshold, closed the door again, and the room suddenly became quiet.

The mocking expression on Qiu Jiang's face, which seemed to be a little bit dissipated. She lowered her head and looked at her naked feet, covered with scars. Her eyes were deep and it was difficult to tell the joys and sorrows.

"If you have the will, you will have a way back..." Qiu Jiang stepped on her feet on the ground, and blood immediately oozed out of the wounds and cracks. She seemed to have walked through the cold bluestone floor step by step, facing the direction of the wind.

Finally, it turns into a smile—
Chapter completed!