Xiang Que left, and looking at his back, many Qingshan disciples sighed in their hearts.
"Sure enough, it's Master Xiang. What he said is right. He is different from us. His experience may not be suitable for us. Yes, who else would suddenly change from Hedao to Hedao in the blink of an eye?
It’s time to ask God.”
"Uncle Master, others may not be suitable for us, but one thing he said is right...that is, we must do everything quickly."
After Xiang Que came down from the square, Lu Pin happened to come up and met him. When he saw Xiang Que again, the corner of his mouth twitched several times. He first bowed and saluted: "I've met Master Xiang."
"Um"
It had only been a few days, but Xiang Que's seniority had been rising steadily, and Lu Pin couldn't adapt to it.
Lu Pin then said: "Uncle Master, someone is coming to the Xiang family. Your uncle Xiang Mingtang is leading a convoy of vehicles and is waiting outside the sect. He is not a disciple of Qingshan and cannot enter and leave Qingshan at will, so?"
Xiang Que didn't really want to see Xiang's family, because from his point of view, after he changed his name to Xiang Que, he had nothing to do with the Xiang family. But after thinking about it carefully, he discovered that his soul was indeed not Xiang Ping.
, but the blood flowing is still the blood of the Xiang family. Although he is unwilling to admit it, the truth is still the same.
You don’t have to be too close, at least it’s acceptable in terms of face.
Xiang Que then followed Lu Pin down from the mountain. The Xiang family's motorcade was waiting outside the sect. A total of four cars came. This was the Xiang family's wealth that had been accumulated for many years. Half of it was taken out and sent to the Qingshan Sect.
.
It was Xiang Mingtang who came, and he was inevitably a little excited after seeing Xiang Que, because throughout the history of the Xiang family, his father Xiangtang has the highest level of cultivation so far, let alone whether there is anyone else on the Qingyun List.
Although the relationship with Xiang Que seems unhappy, it cannot be denied that he is still a descendant of the Xiang family.
"After your story reached home, your grandfather was very happy. He drank a lot of wine that night. He said that the Xiang family could finally shine on the family lintel, and he would be able to rest in peace when he saw his ancestors after his death. Xiang Ping.
…”
"My name is Xiang Que now, sorry Que," Xiang Que said with a frown.
Xiang Mingtang was stunned for a moment, a little embarrassed, but finally sighed and said: "You still don't want to forgive your family? After your parents passed away, you had no one to govern you and finally left Xiang's family to go to the suburbs. The family members have some responsibilities, but your grandfather
He has never forgotten you, otherwise he would not have spent a lot of money and connections to send you to the Qingshan Sect after you were hunted down by Qingyun. Grandpa is thinking about you, although the way may be a bit subtle,
But he has never let go of you in his heart."
Xiang Que shook his head and said: "The past is the past tense after all, there is no need to mention this matter again."
"Grandpa said, I want you to go back to Xiang's house when you are free. Even if you don't do anything, just have a meal."
"Then there will be space"
"These are some gifts raised by the Xiang family and sent to the Qingshan Sect. Your current development is very good, but you also need to make some connections or accumulate some connections for yourself. You can use these things."
Xiang Que opened his mouth, hesitated for a long time, nodded and said, "Okay, I'll accept it."
Xiang Mingtang breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that the relationship between the Xiang family and Xiang Que had not yet eased. He was really afraid that the other party would reject these loads of things. Since he was willing to accept them, this was a good start.
Xiang Mingtang chatted with him for a few more words, then said goodbye and left. Lu Pin asked the disciples from the outer hall to push the carts of things in, and said, "I will have someone send them to the lake, uncle?"
"No, just leave it here in the outer hall. Anyone who needs it can use it. I won't be able to use it anyway..."
After not enjoying three small barbecue meals and a few drinks a day for a few days, Xiang Que felt a little nostalgic. After collecting a lot of ingredients from the kitchen, he returned to the lake.
The hot pot we are having today is because the beef, mutton and vegetables delivered from the mountain are very fresh. In addition, the weather may be getting a little cooler. There is nothing in life that is more pleasant than eating a hot pot.
The sauce was prepared by himself, and the pot was just a casserole. Although it felt a little different from the hot pot in his previous life, the advantage was that the ingredients were purely natural and pollution-free green food, and the taste was definitely something he could not enjoy in his previous life.
As usual, after the steaming hot pot started, someone came over after smelling the smell. The elegant middle-aged man was still dressed in a blue shirt and strolled over with his hands behind his back.
Before Zhao Ping could sit down, Xiang Que put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hand smoothly, then wiped the stone bench twice with his sleeves, stretched out his hand respectfully and said: "Master, please."
"As the youngest junior uncle of the Qingshan Sect, shouldn't you maintain a somewhat aloof demeanor?"
Xiang Que blinked and said, "It's okay in front of others, but forget it in front of the leader."
Zhao Ping said: "How do you know that I am the leader of the Qingshan Sect? No one will come here to talk to you alone, and no one has seen me come to your place to eat and drink."
"Apart from me, you are the only one who can ignore the Qingshan Guard, and it will be behind you. No matter how stupid I am, I can guess it."
After all, Xiang Que was not stupid. After returning from Qingyun, he had already figured out Zhao Ping's identity when he saw him again, so he actually had a lot of things he wanted to ask him about.
Xiang Que picked up the bowl and chopsticks, mixed another sauce for Zhao Ping, then stretched out his chopsticks to pick up two thin slices of meat, put them in a casserole, rinsed them, and said, "It's a pity that there are no duck intestines, beef intestines, etc."
Tripe and loin slices, otherwise this might taste better.”
Zhao Ping asked in surprise: "What is the way to eat this? It looks like it is stewed randomly?"
It's a pity for the people in Dongtian Paradise. They don't have barbecues, barbecues and hot pots. I don't know how they live their daily lives. They just eat meat and vegetables, either stir-fried or stewed. It's too monotonous.
"This is called hot pot. It looks like a random stew, but it has a unique flavor."
"Is this how you eat it in your hometown?"
"Yes!" Xiang Que cooked a few pieces of meat and handed it to Zhao Ping's bowl, saying, "Come on, head, eat meat, eat meat."
"You don't have to be too polite to me, after all, we can be friends on equal terms now," Zhao Ping said reservedly, lowering his head.
Xiang Que picked up a few more green vegetables, rolled them in the pot twice, put them into his bowl and said: "This is not polite, but respectful. After all, I am now a member of the Qingshan Sect, and you are the head, so I must
Be respectful”
Zhao Ping continued to lower his head, and the corner of his mouth twitched a few times, and said: "What I mean is, you don't have to pick up food for me. I'm a bit mysophobic. I might not be used to eating the food that others pick up."
Xiang Que suddenly had a black line on his forehead, do you want to be so hurt?