Chapter 4 The Burning of the Cottage and the Night Thoughts

"Huh...... What kind of spell do you need to use as a teacher? I promise you, don't use spells, and have Lao Zaifu as a witness. Ling Kongzi smiled.

"Okay! That disciple is about to be offended, please don't be embarrassed by Master. As he spoke, Yeli hurried to the bonfire, took a burning match from his left and right hands, walked back to the hut, and shouted, "Master, come out quickly!

Fu Xinbo was shocked when he heard this, and hurriedly pulled Ye Li and said, "Second Prince, how did you set fire to your master?"

Yeli smiled slyly: "As long as the master comes out, he won't be able to burn his old man's house." ”

Yinguang said with a stunned face: "Brother, how could you come up with such a solution?"

Yeli ignored Yinguang indifferently, and continued to shout: "Master, come out quickly; ”

After a while, when the master did not answer the words, Yeli really lit the hut with matches, and "whirred" twice, he threw the two matches on the top of the hut, and then brought two more matches and continued to light the fire everywhere.

The hut was built of thatch and trees, and it was very dry over time, and it burned when it caught fire, and in an instant the smoke of the hula was rolling, and the tongue of fire was raging, and the whole hut was on fire.

Yinguang, Fusingbo and others were terrified, shouting and hurrying to put out the fire.

Yeli stopped everyone: "Don't panic, everyone, it's just a gamble, Master will definitely come out." ”

Yinguang was worried about the safety of the master, where would he listen to Yeli say? The night left to pull Yinguang and not let the fire extinguish. The two of them stared at each other and pulled at each other.

Ling Kongzi stood in the hut, and when he saw that the little apprentice Yeli actually used such a hand, he didn't expect it, and only then did he know that he didn't want to cast his own tricks! Hearing the two apprentices outside arguing loudly, their words were very fierce, as if they were about to turn against each other, he couldn't help but sigh, paced out of the hut, and shouted: "You two stop, don't argue anymore, so as not to hurt the harmony of the two brothers." ”

Ye Li saw that the master really walked out of the hut, he was very happy, and hurriedly stepped forward to flatter, and kept patting the smoke and dust on his body for Ling Kongzi, and said with a smile: "Master, let your old man be frightened, this is also a helpless moment, so he came up with this method that is not a way, I hope that the master will forgive the sin." ”

"Okay, you smart Li'er, it seems that you must go down the mountain!" Ling Kongzi gently brushed away Yeli's hand and wiped the cigarette ash on his face.

"The apprentice has been in Yanjing Mountain for 16 years, and he is so bored that he still hopes that the master will be fulfilled. "The night is happy and fearful.

Ling Kongzi didn't say anything, and watched coldly as the hut was burned by the raging fire, and turned over to the five-flavor bottle in his heart, which was not a taste in every way.

Yinguang and his four followers went back and forth to carry water to put out the fire, but their efforts were in vain.

The hut leaned and collapsed, crackling, sparks exploded, smoke billowed and flames soared, turning into a pile of ashes in a moment.

The main peak of Yanjing Mountain is very high, and it seems to be connected with the sky from afar, so it is called the Sky Ridge.

As soon as this mountain is high, night will come late, although the dawn will come early.

The next day, in the twilight of the sky, Yinguang tied the coil diagonally around his shoulder, held the Jing Demon Sword in his hand, and came to the outside of Ling Kongzi's dormitory with Fu Xinbo and others, ready to resign.

Unexpectedly, Yeli was already sitting under the wooden steps of the dormitory, holding a small fish intestine sword and scribbling on the ground, very bored, and there was a package and a demon slashing knife beside him, this demon slashing knife was the same as the Jing Demon Sword, all of which were portable weapons created by Ling Kongzi for the two of them.

Yeli had been here for about half the night, and suddenly heard footsteps, so he hurriedly stood up, pinned the fish intestine sword to his waist, and sure enough, he saw his brother and Fu Xinbo and others coming.

"Brother, I'll go down the mountain with you. Yeli said happily.

Yinguang said: "Brother, didn't you already discuss it last night, let's follow the master's orders." ”

Fu Xinbo also persuaded: "Second Prince: The eldest prince went down the mountain on the order of Botuo, and the second prince still stayed here, and he will have his own time to go down the mountain in the future." ”

"My brother didn't beat me yesterday, why didn't you let me go down the mountain?" said Ye Li slightly angrily.

Fu Xinbo said: "The old national teacher has made a decision last night, and the eldest prince going down the mountain to 'supervise the country' is also the meaning of Botuo, so the second prince should not embarrass the old minister." ”

"Hmph, are you afraid that I will think of the position of 'prison country'? I am not uncommon for the position of 'prison country'! Do you have to go down the mountain with you, I can't go down the mountain by myself?" Ye Li said angrily.

The arguments outside the dormitory were endless, and the volleys in the dormitory had long been heard in their ears. He got out of the wooden bed, opened the door, and walked out slowly, standing under the eaves with his hands behind his back, his eyes like lightning as he surveyed the crowd, and said nothing.

Yeli suddenly changed his humble face, his heart was pounding, and he saluted and greeted him.

Yinguang and everyone also bowed one after another.

Ling Kongzi opened his mouth and said: "Old Zaifu, the mountain people will return Yinguang to Botuo." Yinguang went down the mountain for the first time, there are still many things in the world that I don't understand, and sometimes it's not appropriate, Lao Zaifu, you have to teach him well, and in the future, let him be a virtuous Botuo. ”

"The old national teacher is serious, and Fusin Bo must do his best to assist the eldest prince, and he will not give up. Fusingberg said.

With Lao Zaifu's words, the mountain people are relieved. Ling Kongzi said, and replied to Yinguang Dao, "Guang'er, you have studied art in Yanjing Mountain for 16 years, and after you go down the mountain, don't forget the master's teachings: 'The people are important, the king is light, temper your own desires, and give fraternity'." This is the way of the wise king, you can do it yourself. ”

"Yes, Master. Yinguang responded cautiously, "Master's teachings, Yinguang always keep them in mind. ”

Ling Kongzi smiled and said, "Just remember it." The road is far away, so you might as well go down the mountain with Lao Zaifu. ”

The eldest prince Yinguang responded, bent his knees suddenly, knelt on the ground, and tears rolled down unconsciously: "Master take care, when the apprentice is done, I will go back to the mountain to serve the master." ”

"Go, go, go......" Ling Kongzi suddenly felt a sour nose and waved his hand.

Yinguang said goodbye to Ling Kongzi three times and nine times, and after getting up and leaving the night, he let out a long roar at the peak of Motianling.

The howling sound was strong and high-pitched, and it spread far and wide.

Suddenly, a big bird flew down from the peak, with a body of more than six feet, wings spread nearly six zhang, a head with red claws, and a golden body, which was the mount of the eldest prince Yinguang - the golden-winged bird.

I saw the golden-winged bird spreading its wings and hovering in the blue sky, and the sound was continuous, shaking the sky.

Yinguang summoned the golden-winged bird, reluctantly followed Fu Xinbo and others out of the fence gate, and went straight to Jingshan.

The golden-winged bird fluttered its wings in the sky, drifted away, and finally disappeared into the mountains and ravines.

Yeli already knew that the master would not let him go down the mountain, hoping to fill his hunger with a cake, and wishing to quench his thirst, a burst of sadness swelled in his heart. When Yinguang came to say goodbye with tears, he only treated his brother as a bargain and behaved, pretending to be a fool, only cold-eyed and indifferent.

When everyone came out of the fence gate, the golden-winged bird flew away, and the night couldn't bear it anymore, so he asked angrily: "Master once said that if the apprentice wins the brother, he can go down the mountain, why doesn't the master let the apprentice go down the mountain?"

Seeing the hidden resentment in Yeli's eyes, Ling Kongzi was unhappy in his heart, so he said earnestly: "Li'er, how have you ever won your brother? ”

"The apprentice has never lost to his brother, why does the master say that the apprentice has lost?"

"Who wins and who loses, you go to the cave in the back cliff face and think about it. If you can figure it out, the teacher will let you go down the mountain, and if you can't figure it out, you can stay in the cave in the face wall all the time. After Ling Kongzi finished speaking, he turned around and went into the bedroom.

Although Yeli was full of slander, the master's words did not dare to disobey, so he had to pick up the package depressedly, carry the demon slashing knife, and walk towards the back cliff cave.

The face wall cave falls on the side of the cliff behind the mountain of the Sky Ridge, the valley on the west side is unfathomable, the fog is swirling, the cave is very narrow, but there is a table and a bed and a pine resin oil lamp, and the daily necessities are readily available, it turns out that when the two princes make mistakes, they face the wall and think about the place.

Yeli walked into the cave in the face of the wall unhappily, put the package and the demon slashing knife on the table, fell on the head of the bed, and looked at the clouds outside the cave depressedly, and his thoughts were like a mess and I don't know where to go out.

He tossed and turned in bed, meditating, but he didn't understand where he was losing. The more I thought about it, the more I was unconvinced, the more I thought about it, the more annoyed I became, as if thousands of iron horses were coming on the ice, and the rumbling sound was non-stop, and the skull was almost about to burst. Later, there was only one left to complain about the master's volley: he was just eccentric. When I think about it, I grieve for myself very much.

At this moment a mouse climbed on the head of the bed, and Yeli waved it away listlessly.

The rat just went round and round on the bed, squeaking and squeaking in circles with him, and not leaving.

After thinking about it in the past, I thought that the mouse was a good thing to pass the time, and this time I was bored, so I poured all my resentment and anger on it. He glared, stomped his feet, and pounced on the mouse viciously, as if it were a pleasure to put it to death.

The rat was frightened, and became terrified, and jumped on the table, and then under the bed, squeaked and screamed, and then burst out of the hole.

Yeli angrily chased to the entrance of the cave, and saw the agile figure of the mouse jumping a few times, and he had already run away. He just wanted to step out of the cave, but suddenly retracted his steps, but he thought of the master's precept: face the wall and think, don't go out of the cave!

He returned to the cave sullenly, and fell back on the bed, looking at the top of the cave in a daze.

At some point, he sighed to himself: "A mouse can still roam around, but I am locked in this hole, and I am not as good as a mouse! If the master is biased, I will think about it for a hundred years, and it will be useless." ”