Happy Days: Since the Beginning of the Night

Chapter 3 Entering the Cave, Wind Characters

The temple master is still floating in the South China Sea.

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Han Ye walked on the Qingshi street in the capital of the Tang Dynasty.

Vendors on the side of the road were hawking breakfast, and the white air in the steamer was rising. There was an endless stream of people going to the market on the road, and the vegetable baskets in their hands were full of vegetables.

A peaceful and quiet scene in the city.

"It seems that the country of Tang in this world is developing very well."

Han Ye randomly found a crowded roadside stall and sat down without wearing a mask.

"After eating peony fish all the way, it's time for a change."

"Shop, do you have hot and sour noodle soup?"

The boss, whose head was wrapped in a towel and was busy in the heat of the cart, raised his head when he heard the sound, and kept stirring it in his hands.

"Ma'am, I'm busy, so go and entertain me."

The woman who was washing vegetables at the back stood up and wiped her hands on the apron in front of her belly.

"Hey! This guest officer, yes, how many bowls do you want?"

"Try a bowl first, and add a fried egg." Han Ye said with a smile.

"Okay! My husband's handicraft is very good, this is the best in Xicheng!" The woman raised her thumbs up while speaking.

"I guarantee that you will want to eat the second bowl after one bowl." The woman accepted the broken silver that Han Ye took out from the system space, and went to wash the vegetables with a happy face.

Han Ye sat on the side of the street and picked up a chopstick to play with.

"This way, following the backward direction of the fishing rod, I bypassed the Golden Tent Royal Court and Xiling, and successfully walked out of the wasteland to the border of the Tang Kingdom. I guess it was the master who helped me."

Han Ye thought silently in his heart, but he was a little puzzled, why did Master pay attention to him?
"Ma Shixiang and his group are also quite fun. When they heard that they were coming to the academy, they even sent a carriage to take me here."

Han Ye also thought of the enthusiastic army soldiers in Weicheng on the way, so he picked up the special dried meat outside the Great Wall in his hand, which was ample.

"Ask me to take care of Ning Que?"

"I haven't figured out how to get into the academy myself yet."

Thinking about it, Han Ye pretended to take out the "Haotian Shenshu" given by Ye Hongyu from the system and watched it.

The noisy street suddenly seemed to be submerged in water, and gradually became quiet.

The dough is sliced ​​into thin slices by the paving master, and slides comfortably from the kitchen knife to the hot water in the oil pan, rolling in the rising air bubbles.

'Bo' The lid of the old altar sauerkraut made a crisp sound when it came out of the water.

A mass of dark green crystal-like pickles was picked up by the tip of the chopsticks, mixed into the noodle soup, and spread out like dancing butterflies.

The faint morning light shone on the hair of the shop owner, and the beads of sweat on his forehead appeared crystal clear.

Holding the scroll in his hand, Han Ye calmly watched the boss cook, feeling warm all over his body.

He seemed to see the motes around the shop turning into light spots and swimming around.

No, not just paving the surrounding area earlier, Han Ye's side, the streets of the capital, and the sky of Chang'an.

Countless light spots danced among them, like spirits.

Han Ye stretched out his hand to touch it, and those light spots seemed to find their home, walking along Han Ye's fingertips, drawing beautiful curves.

The paving owner sprinkled a few fresh scallions on the noodles in the bowl and finished his work. When he looked up, he saw Han Ye sitting in the halo, drawing something with his brush.

"guest···"

The boss made a gesture to shout, but was interrupted by an old man who appeared out of nowhere and covered his mouth with his hand.

"Don't interfere with this kid's entry into Taoism!"

The old man was wearing a greasy Taoist robe with a scruffy beard, squinting at Han Ye as if confirming something.

At this time, the store owner also became gossipy, put down his work, moved closer to the old man, and squinted at Han Ye just like him.

"Brother, what is that kid gesticulating there? He's talking about it." The shopkeeper was curious, and his wife also came up to him.

"Tsk tsk, he is drawing a talisman." The old man smacked his lips in amazement, his brows and eyes were bent, and the smile in his eyes couldn't be hidden at all.

"Finally let me, Yan Se, wait! Hahaha!" Yan Se appeared to be unfathomable, but actually laughed wildly in her heart, and Nianhu's hands trembled a little.

Han Ye was in a state of mystery at the moment, and he wrote the word "wind" in the air at will.

The white hot air steaming up from the original pavement began to tilt.

Everyone felt a gust of breeze blowing on their faces, driving away the heat of the scorching winter sun.

Han Ye suddenly felt that there was something wrong with the floating simplified Chinese character "wind" and seemed to be incomplete, so he adjusted the shape with his fingers.

Change the character "乙" in the middle into the character "虫".

The wind moves insects.

A group of ants crawled out of the soil and headed towards Han Ye, followed by groups of stove horses running around.

Seeing this, Han Ye's scalp became numb, and he quickly erased the word "worm" and wrote a word he didn't know, which seemed to be the right half of "flow" from a closer look.

"巟"!
As soon as the characters were formed, strong winds blew up on the street, and Han Ye saw the surrounding light spots frantically rushing towards the new "wind" characters.

"Hey! Where did the demon wind come from!"

The dust was flying, and the diners on the long street had to cover their tables with their sleeves to protect their breakfast.

The women's skirts are flying.

As the light spots continued to pour in, the intensity of the gale continued to increase.

The white cloth signboard with the word "early" was blown wildly, and it seemed that it was about to leave the mast and wander in the world.

"Certainly"!
At some point in front of Han Ye met a slovenly old man, and a word "Ding" made of light spots floated out of his palm.

It blended with Han Ye's word "wind" and then dissipated into the air.

Han Ye and the old man looked at each other.

"Little friend, use talismans to enter the Tao, and three breaths to enter the cave. This kind of talent is really hard to find in the world!"

"Which one is the respected teacher?"

Yan Se pushed the hot and sour noodle soup snatched from the shop to Han Ye.

"I haven't apprenticed yet." Han Ye thanked him by taking the noodle soup.

Yan Se breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words. When he saw the Haotian magic book in Han Ye's hand, he thought it was the arrogance from Xiling.

"You know, regarding Fu Dao, there is only one person in the world who can be regarded as a real master!"

Han Ye had a strange expression on his face, and he had already guessed the identity of the old man opposite him.

"Who is it?"

Yan Se approached Han Ye with a mysterious expression.

"That man is the elder on the seat of Xiling, the leader of the South Gate of Haotian Dao in the Tang Kingdom, and a world-renowned talisman master! He is so powerful!" Yan Se said with admiration.

"Could it be possible that the person the old gentleman mentioned is Master Yan Se?"

"That's right! You have even heard of his name when you first entered the cultivation world!" Yan Se was surprised.

"Rumor has it that Master Yan Se is suave and suave, with a jade-like face. At the age of 30, he swore the oath of pure yang to his life. The beauties in the world can't be messed with. He is a model of male virtue in the world! If it were me, I wouldn't be able to sit still." Han Ye was full of eyes. Little Xingxing looked up to the sky and praised.

Yan Se's face suddenly collapsed.

"..."

"Boy, you already knew it was me!" Yan Se complained.

"Han Ye, I met Master Yan Se!" Han Ye stood up and bowed.

Yan Se waved his hand to signal Han Ye to sit down, and the shopkeeper brought out another bowl of hot and sour noodle soup and put it in front of Yan Se.

There were two slices of fried eggs on top.

"Cold night..."

"Hmph! Is it true or not what you said before that you didn't have a teacher!" Yan Se was a little anxious at this moment.

"It's true, this junior has just entered the world of cultivation, and he hasn't found a master yet." Han Ye replied truthfully.

'Snapped'!Yan Se slapped the table excitedly.

"I will be your master!!!"

(End of this chapter)