After Lu Yan left Donghuang Taiyi's place, he walked all the way back to Luli Hall. On the way, he met many disciples of the Yin and Yang family, who were heading to one place in an orderly manner.
"Huh? That direction is Yinglu Hall."
This is the characteristic of the Yin Yang family. No matter where it is, even if it is the dining hall or the martial arts arena, it must be named with a beautiful word.
Yinglu Hall is where the disciples of the Yin Yang family eat. The name comes from, "Drinking in the morning is like the falling dew of magnolias, and eating in the evening is like the falling flowers of autumn chrysanthemums."
Lu Yan thought of the delicious and tasty meals that Dong Yu, the Five Spirit Xuantong, brought to him every time, and couldn't help but become a little interested in the Yin Yang family's cafeteria.
Feeling excited, he slowly walked towards Yinglu Hall.
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The Yinglu Hall is spacious and bright. When you step inside, you will see a whole row of food shops. Many Yin-Yang disciples are queuing up in front of their favorite food shops.
"Oh, this is really, really avant-garde, a bit like when I was in college."
Seeing such a scene, Lu Yan's memory came to mind. In a trance, he was swiping his meal card more than 20 years ago, holding a bowl of roast duck rice with both hands, not forgetting to say "thank you", and then carefully
Holding a big bowl, I looked for a favorite place to eat in the cafeteria hall.
"Hoo~"
After coming back to his senses, he pursed his lips and looked at the food shops in this row one by one, preparing to take a stroll to see if there was anything he liked.
In the Yin Yang family, there are clear levels of hierarchy, and the uniforms of the disciples are strictly particular. The uniforms of Wuling Xuantong, the uniforms of ordinary disciples, and the uniforms of handymen. Unless you have the status of the five elders, you are not qualified to dress freely.
So Lu Yanzhen was walking in Yinglu Hall as a stranger, dressed uniquely. Not only did no one dare to disturb him, but not many people even looked at him.
"Soup, Qianjin Delicacy Soup."
Lu Yan suddenly found a familiar wooden sign, Qianjin Zhengou Soup, which Dongyu had given to him when he was trying to please him. It was delicious and nutritious.
The owner of this soup shop is an old woman with silver hair. Her eyes are closed, her face is covered with wrinkles, her skin is yellow with black, and she is as motionless as a dead tree.
Lu Yan could feel that this old woman was very unusual.
It's not that this old woman has hidden inner strength, but that her whole person has a sense of decay from the inside out. Generally, only people with a despairing heart can feel this way.
But she still lives stubbornly.
There should be someone in the Yin Yang family who is responsible for the canteen. There is no way they would let an old man who might die at any time open a shop here for a long time. There is something strange about this.
Lu Yan walked forward, intending to ask for a bowl of soup.
Phew~
He only took two steps, and a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, standing under the wooden sign of Qianjin Zhengou Soup.
She has long purple-pink hair that falls down to her waist. She wears a light-colored green robe with a skirt that reaches her thighs. She has a black girdle that highlights her slim waist. Her legs are straight and slender. Her back is beautiful.
It is none other than Mube Wuling Xuandong, Xiaoyi.
The old woman opened her eyes at the right time, stood up straight, opened the lid of a pot, and the aroma suddenly started to smell.
She made the soup very slowly and steadily, and her hands looked very rough.
Xiaoyi stood and waited quietly, without speaking or even shaking his head or nodding. He seemed to be very familiar with this soup shop.
Lu Yandan looked at this beautiful figure from behind and recognized her as the childhood goddess Shao Siming. Feeling deeply in his heart, he casually recited: "It's like a branch of flowers from another life, half a face in the wind as promised. I don't know how long it has been in this life. Huh~
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Xiaoyi in front heard a man's voice behind her, frowned slightly, turned around, and stared at Lu Yan with her gorgeous purple eyes. Suddenly, her pupils trembled, as if she remembered something.
Xiaoyi recognized this man. This man was the guest that Lord Xinghun personally received a few months ago. At that time, he was at a disadvantage in a fight with the Fire Department Wulingxuantong, and he gave him a few words to help him make some progress.
She blinked and nodded slightly at Lu Yan.
"Okay, let's take it away." At this time, the old woman had already filled the soup and reminded her loudly.
Xiaoyi didn't turn around to get it immediately, but looked at Lu Yan with watery eyes, as if asking for instructions.
Lu Yan suddenly felt that his thoughts were complicated and he waved his hand half-heartedly, "Go ahead."
Xiaoyi then went back to pick up the soup and left steadily.
However, before leaving, she glanced back at Lu Yan's back.
"The rain beats the frost and deceives the sky with hatred. The clouds and brocades have no title. There should be no room for lovesickness in the world."
Lu Yan walked to the soup shop and chanted the next three sentences in front of the old woman. His voice was so magnetic that it could linger for three days.
The old woman raised her head, completely revealing her withered face. It seemed that just opening her eyes was enough for her.
"Sir, do you want to try this old woman's soup?"
"Small bowl, thank you."
"Hey, sir, please wait a moment."
Perhaps due to his different state of mind, this time Lu Yan tasted the Qianjin Delicacy Soup, and it seemed as if he was recalling the taste of home.
After nearly twenty years of travel, the original taste of home was almost fading into memory. Today's short time in Yinglu Hall made Lu Yan's buried memories come back to his mind.
Father, mother, and sister, how are you after all these years...
His Adam's apple rolled continuously. Lu Yan drank a small bowl of soup and put down the bowl with one hand. There was a sad glint in his eyes.
"Old man, the soup you made is delicious."
"Thank you for your compliment, sir."
The old woman hesitated for a moment, then looked at Lu Yan and said tremblingly: "My lord, are you from the Qin country?"
"Oh? Why do you ask?"
"Because the people here rarely speak Qin's official dialect up to the standards of adults."
"So, the old man is also from Qin."
"Yes. However, everyone in the family and I have been here alone for nearly ten years."
Probably two people who shared the same deep homesickness and longing for family had an emotional resonance. The old woman and Lu Yan gradually began to communicate.
In fact, there should be another person in such an atmosphere. However, she just left.
It’s a wonderful thing that food has emotions. I can’t really explain the reason for it. But there is no doubt that many times I really eat food that tastes like home.
Lu Yan misses his parents and sister in his previous life. That is a family relationship that can no longer be restored.
Xiaoyi misses her brother whose whereabouts are unknown, and her family members who have passed away.
As for the old woman's thoughts, I don't know who it is.
Lu Yan asked her to serve him a bowl of soup again and prepared to pack it up and take it away.
And in an inconspicuous corner of Yinglutang, there is a pair of eyes staring at this ordinary but extraordinary soup shop.
Xiaoyi’s brother, Xiaoling.
My sister met an unidentified big shot of the Yin Yang family. The man stood behind her and stared at her for a long time, and even talked to her!
Xiao Ling wished he could rush out right now and expose Lu Yan. He would never let his sister be threatened by any unknown person.
Brother Zuo's eyes were a little fierce, and Lu Yan's senses immediately became alert.
"Huh?" He immediately looked back and followed his feeling.
Looking around, there were countless Onmyoji disciples eating in the Yinglu Hall. Xiaoling was just an ordinary member of them, and there seemed to be nothing unusual about them.
Of course, his disguise was of no use to Lu Yan.
"Oh, it turns out it's you."
Lu Yan shook his head, smiled and didn't care. He picked up the packed Qian Jin Zhen delicacy soup and left Yinglu Hall.