Jie Du Embassy House, Gang Room.

"Lao Li, you really invited God. ”

Early in the morning, the cooks, helpers and apprentices in the room saw the cook Li Fuming slowly walk in with a few people, carrying a statue of a god, and put it on a clearing to prepare for haode.

"Lao Li, is this the stove gong you mentioned yesterday?"

Immediately people gathered around them.

Li Fuming said with a smile: "It's the old man of the stove, didn't you ask, why did I go back to my hometown this time, why did I improve my cooking skills? ”

Li Fuming said, took the incense candle and lit it, and then took out the incense and distributed it to the others.

"We are in Yuanning City, now every restaurant and restaurant has to worship the stove master, that is, many people's families, all invite the stove father, every day incense, offering to the gods, there is the stove master blessed, not to mention the side, the dishes made of this, the taste is not said. ”

"It's still Brother Li who is generous. When the other cooks heard this, they immediately smiled.

Since Li Fuming came back from his hometown two days ago, and when he returned to Fuzhong, he has shown amazing cooking skills, and he has no more skills than before, but the dishes he can make taste far better than before.

When others asked, Li Fuming simply told him about the stove, he knew that he couldn't hide it for long, so he revealed it in advance and did a personal favor.

A group of people put incense on their minds one by one, and the incense was faintly inhaled by the nostrils of the idol.

Suddenly, a voice came from outside the door: "What are you doing? Today's ingredients have arrived, why don't you hurry up and count them?" Li Fuming, you are the supervisor today. Then, a middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears walked in, also dressed as a cook.

When the people in the room heard this, they all did as they were told.

The person who spoke was the number one chef with superb cooking skills, but this time Li Fuming returned. But it was a threat to him.

When most of the people went out, there were only a few small workers left in the room, and the middle-aged man looked left and right a few times, and then lit a pillar of incense, and went to the statue of the stove to worship sincerely and recite words.

"The old man of the stove is on top, and the little one has been learning cooking since he was a child, but he doesn't know that there is a great god like you, and he will double the compensation in the future. I just ask the stove master to have mercy on the villain and bless the villain......"

After some rhetoric, the idea of incense floated up, and it was actually richer and more quintessential than others, even Li Fuming's!

Suddenly, a warm breath descended on his body, making the panic and uneasiness in his heart gradually dissipate, and the feeling of being watched by others arose in his heart.

When the others returned, the middle-aged man collected his thoughts. Regained his majesty, shouted, commanded several people to work, and began to take charge of the spoon himself.

"Huh?"

This one holds the scoop. Suddenly he had a different feeling, handy, which made him overjoyed, and he shouted "Stove Father's blessing" in his heart.

It's just that. No one in the room noticed that on the statue of the god Stove, thoughts and perceptions were stretching out.

"I didn't expect the sacrifice to spread. It can also produce a group effect and a comparison effect, this person is the back of me, but the idea is the most pious of all people, so it seems that it is effective to simply use divine power and thoughts to feed back to the believers, but if the competition mechanism can be introduced, it may be more effective, and you may wish to study and study it in the future. ”

This idea that extends from the statue of the god of the stove belongs to Qiu Yan, of course, it originates from the divine pool of the god himself, and through the connection of the legal domain, it pokes out from the statue.

The incense burning in front of the statue suddenly had smoke rolling over, combined with the thoughts and perceptions of the gods, and from a distance, this thought and perception were just a thin layer of smoke, slowly wafting and extending out of the room.

The smoke spread, thinner and thinner, but the thoughts and perceptions inside did not subside, gradually enveloping the corner of the Jiedu Envoy's Mansion.

In this area, the servants are flowing back, the nursing courtyard is going back and forth, and the maids are everywhere, a prosperous and prosperous scene, and Qiu Yan can feel a kind of artistic conception of wealth and compelling.

With the spread of smoke, more and more places are perceived, and lofts and courtyards continue to appear, and every corner is clearly sensible.

If someone speaks, it is as if whispering in Qiu Yan's ear, he captures it, transmits it back to the god deity, and analyzes it in the divine pool, and finds useful information from it.

Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in Qiu Yan's perception-

In a courtyard, Song Qian was boxing, her movements were very slow, but her fists were windy, her feet were moving, her body was steaming, her majestic qi and blood were rising, and even the smoke that wrapped her thoughts was forced back and dispersed a lot.

"When I saw her before, I just felt that I walked lightly and silently, but I couldn't catch the breath, qi and blood, I already had a guess, and now it seems that this woman's life path cultivation is really extraordinary, and the strength of qi and blood alone is almost incomparable to that of a scholar. ”

Just as Qiu Yan was thinking, Song Qian suddenly frowned, as if she had noticed something.

"Strange, just now, I had the feeling of being watched, but when I looked closely, I found nothing. Whispering, she gathered her fists and feet, took a moist towel from the basin carried by the maid next to her, and wiped her face.

"Go and prepare hot water, I'm going to bathe. With a command, Song Qian walked into the room, sat down, and seemed to be thinking about something, Qiu Yan took advantage of the situation to retract his attention.

With the smoke of thoughts and perceptions, it has spread to a small half of the Jiedu Embassy, and Qiu Yan has also discovered several characters with a strong demonic spirit.

"There are a lot of big demons in this mansion, in terms of momentum alone, they are on par with wolf demons and sheep demons, at least they have refined the three spirits, they should be the subordinates of the Tongshan Demon King, but Song Yuan doesn't look like a person who can be blinded, and he actually allows the goblins to live in the mansion, there are a few demons in it, or are they dressed as guards, huh?"

Qiu Yan was about to probe the reality of several big demons, and one or two of these demons also reacted, as if they were aware of the peeping, and at this moment, a cloud of smoke suddenly spread to a strange place.

This is an ancestral hall, built in the depths of the Jiedu Embassy, surrounded by ancient trees, covered by layers of branches and leaves, exuding a gloomy and dark atmosphere.

When the smoke of the stove god spread outside the ancestral hall, it immediately stimulated the faint divine power that enveloped the ancestral hall.

"What people!"

Screams came from the ancestral hall, and the next one, the light and shadow on the surface of the entire ancestral hall were distorted, and it was actually covered with divine power, which boiled and surged towards the area.

"It turned out to be hiding here. ”

Feeling the swarming divine power to smash the smoke of the Stove God, Qiu Yan did not choose to retreat, but gathered the smoke and thoughts, twisted them into a strand, and rushed forward!

Burst!

With a soft sound, the smoke broke through the divine power blockade and entered the ancestral hall.

In a trance, Qiu Yan saw two figures in the ancestral hall, and then his perception was broken.

..................

"Just now, I saw two familiar figures, one of them was full of demonic energy, chaotic qi and blood, mixed with mottled divine power, it should be the king of Tongshan, and the other was rich in qi and blood, it was a human and not a demon, but I couldn't remember where I had seen it for a while. Thinking in his heart, Qiu Yan took a bite of food.

"Brother Qiu, are you really planning to leave?" asked Luo Jiayun across the table.

The two of them were sitting in the tavern opposite the inn and eating lunch.

Since the end of the meeting, two days have passed, and the things at the meeting have spread in the city, which can be described as a stone that stirs up a thousand waves, the most obvious change is that the Confucian students in the post house, now zaijian to Qiu Yan, no longer dare to point at will, but bow his head and hurry up.

Even the Confucian students, who have some friendships on weekdays, are a little uncomfortable when talking to Qiu Yan, only Luo Jiayun still looks as usual, whether it is full of rumors a while ago, or fame, his attitude towards Qiu Yan has not changed at all.

Hearing Qiu Yan mention that he might have to leave in a few days, Luo Jiayun felt a little pity and persuaded him again and again.

"Your poem has been circulated, and many farmers and soldiers have praised it after listening to it; Mr. Zhao admires you very much, and came to discuss with you yesterday, you are now famous, if you stay, Zuihou may be able to hold the beauty. ”

A poem left by Qiu Yan that day has also spread these days, and the poetry is straightforward, even if an illiterate person listens to others read it a few times, he can roughly understand the meaning of it, and he knows that it is a poem that speaks for a poor farmer, and he immediately has a sense of intimacy with the author of the poem.

Ordinary poems are all high up, how could there have been such a sentence of Yongnong, that is, those brave soldiers, soldiers, most of them were born in poor families, they all remembered these four poems, and they also resonated.

For a time, it gathered a lot of people's wishes, to Qiu Yan's surprise, he left a poem "Compassion for Nong" that day, in fact, he also listened to a lot of words, and did not agree with it in his heart, so he made a casual move.

"That poem was just a poem that I listened to others chant and remembered in my heart, and I felt it that night and wrote it down," Qiu Yan put down his chopsticks, "And the purpose of my coming here is not to hold a beauty, but Brother Luo, when are you going to leave?"

"The family is poor and has no books, and the opportunity is rare, so I can browse the books in the post house, and I estimate that I will stay in the ...... near the autumn season."

Luo Jiayun was talking, and suddenly there was a chaotic sound outside, and he saw several swamp people led by Song Gaosu swaggering through the market, and went straight to the front of the post house, shouting Qiu Yan's name.

"This ......" Seeing such a scene, Luo Jiayun stopped talking, his face was worried, and he turned his head to look at Qiu Yan, he had also heard about the grievances between Qiu Yan and the prince of the swamps, and knew that it was not easy to solve.

"Brother Luo, don't worry, I have my own plans. Qiu Yan waved his hand, he knew Luo Jiayun's worries, but he swallowed a few mouthfuls of Zuihou without realizing it, then stood up and walked towards several swamp people.

"It's finally here, and this Gloren can bear it, and he waited for two days before he started. However, since his people had been found, they were able to arrange all the preparations before the Taoist priest could do it. ”

Thinking about it, the others had already walked behind Song Gaosu and said hello, but Song Gaosu, who was three heads taller than him, was startled and hurriedly retreated.

"What are you going to do?" he said, wary.

Qiu Yan smiled: "You came to me, why did you ask me what I wanted to do?"

"Yes, yes!" Song Gaosu calmed down, "Don't be arrogant, it's my prince who wants to see you, if you refuse......"

Qiu Yan didn't wait for the other party to finish speaking, and said, "Then lead the way." (To be continued......)