She was still searching her stomach to comfort the half-grown boy, but it turned out that it was in vain. There was no sadness on this kid's face at all, and he was busy pouring tea and water for Qingfeng! because the flush of excitement on his face just chatting with Qingfeng had not faded. "Let me tell you why Master keeps his hair. Not only was he not sad, but his eyebrows fluttered. She secretly sighed in her heart that she didn't lose the old man's apprentice, and she was ashamed.

Before Qingfeng could answer, the child said to himself, "I'll tell you, sister, my master has long hair because of ......"

"You have itchy skin, Wuzhen, dare to say bad things about me behind your back, how many punches will you do if I teach you the Meteor Seven Punch?" the old man came at the right time.

"Well, Master, that ...... Well, I ...... Hmmm......" The boy scratched his ears and cheeks, and lost his hippie smile.

"Go, look at you like this, it's still the fourth punch, no progress, old rules, know what to do, have the kung fu to say bad things about me, one more hour of horse steps today." The old man is arrogant and unstoppable. Seeing that Qingfeng wanted to punch him and bully the weak.

Fortunately, the boy seemed to be accustomed to it, and he didn't take it seriously at all, so he rushed out of the door and didn't take it to heart, she sighed again, the boy's heart was big and pretended to go down this mountain!!

As soon as Wuzhen left, the old man turned his head to Qingfeng and said, "Girl, Master said that you are tired after a day's work, and I want you to rest well tonight and chat with you tomorrow." Someone will arrange accommodation for you. You can stay in peace and walk around. Do you want me to take you around or do you want someone for you?"

She didn't expect that she wouldn't see her master today, because she was sick in bed!

But I thought to myself: this old man really feels good about herself, and she wants to take her for a walk, but she doesn't want to see him the most, and when she sees him, she thinks of being carried up the mountain like a bag, and it feels more dizzy than riding in a car! Maybe the old man saw her hostility and said, "I'll arrange someone for you, but you have to wait, everyone is busy now." After speaking, he was in a good mood and walked out with his hands behind his back.

Didn't listen to her from beginning to end. Qingfeng scolded him in his heart again, dead old man, why did he invite him to dinner at that time, there would be no bracelet thing, and there would be no blockage to go up the mountain.

Instead, she comforted herself, maybe this was arranged in the dark, maybe she would find Granny Sheng! She hadn't seen Granny Sheng since she moved away! It's been more than ten years, and Granny Sheng doesn't know if she's still alive? Thinking of this, she felt a little sad.

She controls herself not to think about these unhappy things, because life is hard enough, and we no longer need tragedy to embellish life, we need comedy to make life more fun, so that we don't feel too hard. The people who create comedy should be the saddest people, because they know that life is too bitter, life is too short, and there is comedy to entertain the public and fill their lonely hearts!

She began to observe the room in which she was staying, the chamber for pilgrims.

It's not basic, but it's not much better, the furnishings are old but clean and simple. A bed leaned against a slightly yellowed wall, and in the front door was a table and two chairs, both of which were old furniture, very old, and the dark red paint looked like it had been dropped and painted. The patterns on the side of the table and the side of the chair are carved in an ancient way, and if you look closely, it is very exquisite, and it must have been considered a first-class product in the era when the table was made.

She used to sit in a chair, very steady. Well, yes, she was going to move a chair to sit at the door, but she was surprised that she didn't. She didn't expect a chair to be so heavy, so she moved it a few more times, but it only moved a little distance.

Just as she was panting and moving her chair, Satoru came in, "Sister, what are you doing?"

"I want to sit in the sun at the door, I can't move the chair. She was happy to see the boy.

"Sister, you might as well move a chair or a table!"

"Huh?" she didn't react.

"I mean, a chair is heavier than a table"

"Oh, why?"

"I'll tell you, sister, come and see this chair, it's solid, but it's covered with wood, and it's full of solid thick iron rods!!" said the boy with a grin.

"Why?" she was a little dumbfounded. Can't figure it out.

"You don't know, sister, I don't know if it's the ancestor of the master or what, he was famous all over the world at that time, and he inadvertently got this expensive rosewood table, so he wanted the chair to match, and he didn't know where to find the rosewood to make the chair himself, the ancestor felt that it was a waste to make the chair like this, so he welded the iron chair into it, and asked the apprentices to lift the chair when they practice!!".

Qingfeng secretly smacked his tongue, such an expensive thing was placed in this simple guest room, and it was tyrannical. I also feel incredible, this ancestor is also brainy, but at the same time, he also admires Wuzhen, talking and working without interfering with each other, telling stories in his mouth, and really moving the table at the door with his bare hands!!

In her opinion, that's a lot of power!!