After a day of exhaustion and paralysis, Chubby dragged his tired body and fell headlong into a stone cave. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The cave is dry, close to the waterfall and water source, but it is not damp, and a bonfire is lit and covered with several layers of animal skins, which is warm and comfortable.

Pulling a piece of animal skin and covering his body, Xiaopang looked at the top of the cave without saying a word, his two hands were not idle, grabbing a large handful of snacks and stuffing them into his mouth.

After just a few strokes, the two big bags of candied fruit were eaten up by Xiaopang alone.

Xiaopang let out a light sigh that did not belong to his age, and it seemed a little vicissitudes.

Tightly tightening the belt, the hunger in his stomach did not decrease, but the empty sound became louder and louder.

"I'm hungry!" The little fat shouted to the sky, shaking the mountain, the leaves fell in a slump, and suddenly there was a noise from the outside world, and the man was dressed in a coat. Suspiciously, he walked around, and dozens of doll cries resounded through the quiet mountains.

The slug pale from a stone cave of more than 200 zhang above hung down in the air and landed on a flat ground in front of the little fat hole.

The slug sat down on the ground, his throat moved and moved, swallowed a few times of saliva, his hands trembled, his legs trembled, and finally calmed down, and then he whispered into the cave: "Chubby, Chubby......"

The little chubby ears moved, like dog ears, closed his eyes, turned his head, sniffed his nose, and immediately pounced on the hole, and lifted the slug up at once, like shaking dice, so that a large bag of oilskin paper bags fell from the slug's arms.

The chubby's eyes glowed like a jackal's green light, and the slug almost screamed when he saw it.

Fifty buns, swallowed by the little fat wolf, were eaten up in an instant.

Looking at the hopeful look on Xiaopang's face, the slug shook his head and said, "No, speaking of Xiaopang, you can also eat some, fifty buns, enough for seven or eight adult men to eat for one meal." ”

Xiaopang's face suddenly fell, he pulled the strap again, took a toothpick, picked his teeth, his eyes were filled with tears, he patted the slug's shoulder heavily, and choked up: "It's still a slug that is righteous enough, and I didn't give you this brother in vain." ”

"Actually, these buns are made up by Xiaozhu, Goudan, and Xiaozhu, and the food in the mountains is tight, and our children still eat a meal of meat for six days."

The chubby mouth became an "O" shape, and he couldn't believe it: "It takes six days to eat one meal of meat?" ”

The slug looked very strange, looked at Xiao Fat, and said, "What's the matter, could it be that the grandfather of the village owner deducted your meat and food?" Well, actually, don't blame the owner of the village, everyone is for your good, look at you so fat, if you are really like the pig of the dog egg, fat to death, it is really the first strange thing in the world. ”

The slug comforted Xiao Fat bitterly, looking at the latter's fat flesh, he felt a toothache, how did he eat, why did he become so fat like a pig?

Xiao Fat didn't say a word, ran back, pushed away a bunch of weeds, lifted a thick animal skin, and took out a bronze small tripod, which was filled with ginseng, blood lingzhi, ambergris, bacon and other blood-replenishing things.

"Well, these are for you and the little girl." Chubby was reluctant to glance at the bronze statue, and finally resisted the urge to take it back and pushed it into the slug's arms.

"Xiaopang, I remember that you distributed all the inventory to the friends in the village, this Ding Ding food should be your last bit of surplus food, right?" The slug hesitated a little, swallowed his saliva, gritted his teeth, and did not accept it.

Chubby hooked the slug's neck and said angrily: "Slug, we are brothers!" If you want to eat and drink spicy food together, you treat me like this, how can I enjoy the delicious food alone and forget about you? ”

When the slugs heard this, they cried profusely.

Looking at the crying appearance of the slug, Xiaopang felt very embarrassed, and couldn't tell him that he would eat the food in the bronze statue, right? And it seems to be a lot!

Xiaopang didn't want to fight slugs, and felt that he would have to ask Grandpa Lao Dao tomorrow why he ate meat and Linggu blood medicine all at once, but Xiaozhu and them could only eat a mouthful of meat in six days?

Full of thoughts, Chubby tossed and turned, and he had insomnia!

This is a very bad thing, he used to be able to fall asleep with a pillow in his hands, but now after five breaths, he still has his eyes open, looking at the top of the cave in a daze.

"One drumstick, two drumsticks, three drumsticks...... Goo~~~"

Hungry again, Chubby sniffled, furrowed his faint eyebrows, and had the idea of eating a big meal in his dream, and in an instant, Chubby fell asleep.

Look at the corners of his lightly curled mouth, the look that showed a silly smile, salivating crystally, like crystal, dripping down, a dream and a water......

The next day, Xiaopang got up on time, put on an animal skin without hesitation, rushed out of the house, and went straight to Fang Meng's residence.

Fang Meng was still slow, and was rushing to Xiaopang, when suddenly a ball of meat pounced in front of him, and after a closer look, he found that it was Xiaopang.

Fang Meng looked at him with strange eyes, and wondered, "It's only the third day, you are so enlightened?" Say, what are you going to ask for from Lao Dao? ”

Xiaopang grabbed Fang Meng's shirt, tilted his head, his fat little face was red, like a ripe apple, and asked loudly, "Old Dao Grandpa, why do you and the owner of the village abuse them?" ”

Fang Meng wrinkled his brows, patted Xiaopang, and said: "Xiaopang, slandering the master is a big disrespectful sin, although your grandfather is not a person in the village, but your grandfather is a native of the village, and he has always regarded you, Xiaozhu, Xiaoya, and the children in the village as his own, how can he abuse them?" ”

"Then why do you only distribute the small pillars to them every six days? Three meals a day, eating vegetables and drinking white water, the buns I was given last night only had a little minced meat, which was still added by sluggs and their fathers and mothers. Tears overflowed from the chubby eyes, his tears were very worthless, and he always loved to cry his nose.

However, looking at Xiaopang's sincere and angry eyes, Fang Meng's words were stopped.

"You want to know?" Zhang Qingzheng was hunched on his back, and he was obviously much haggard than when he first saw him.

Xiaopang wiped the corners of his eyes, tilted his head, and opened his eyes wide, wanting to hear an explanation from Zhang Qingzheng.

"Brother Zhang......" Fang Meng understood Zhang Qingzheng with his eyes, and shook his head secretly.

Zhang Qingzheng turned a blind eye, pointed at Xiaopang, and said, "That's all because of you!" ”

Xiao Fat was surprised and shouted: "The owner of the village is deceiving!" ”

Zhang Qingzheng ignored it and continued: "...... All the resources in the village have been hoarded by the old man, countless ginseng, deer antlers, blood lingzhi, etc., how do you think they came from? That's your aunts and aunts, who go out early and return late every day, go to the wilderness and fierce mountains, and dig them out with one hand and one hand. Those pieces of bacon were all made by your uncles and brothers, regardless of the danger, who went into the mountains to hunt demons and exchange their lives for their lives. You may not know that to date, twelve people have died because of you, and they have become the belly of the demons. ”

Xiaopang was stunned, although he knew in his heart that Zhang Qingzheng would not lie to himself, but he couldn't believe that the root of all this was because of himself?

"Last night, if it weren't for the little girls and their parents, who secretly contributed to the troubles, do you think that with those few little children, they would be able to be a thief at home?"

Zhang Qingzheng sighed lightly: "Little fatty, now the hope of the whole village is pinned on you, and now Zhangjiazhai is trapped in the wilderness and forest, the road ahead is extinct, and there is no way back." Recently, the old man is always worried, always feeling that something big is going to happen, and since you have mentioned this topic today, the old man no longer hides it, I hope you think about it yourself, how to be obedient in the future, listen to your old grandfather, and practice seriously. ”

Zhang Qingzheng touched the little fat head, quite upset, took a few puffs of cigarettes, choking white smoke spread, in the past, at this time, he always had to cover his nose, trying to snatch the cigarette stick in Zhang Qingzheng's hand, but the latter kept teasing the little fat, but now, like a wooden stake, standing straight in place, not moving.

Chubby stood silent, sat on the hard ground, hung his head, and looked depressed.

"Give you a day off today, and start practicing with me tomorrow." Fang Meng's stiff face was slightly relaxed, and his tone was light, not as serious as before.

Xiaopang is Zhang Qingzheng and Fang Meng's life's work, and it is their persistent sustenance for cultivation.

Zhang Qingzheng came out of the army in his early years, his talent was acceptable, and he originally had the hope of becoming a master of the Yijin Realm, but unfortunately, his roots and bones had fully developed and he missed the best time to practice, so he was trapped in the Quenching Blood Realm all his life.

Although Fang Meng has the official position of the head of the divine temple, but his mana is weak, if he is not proficient in astronomy, geography, feng shui and traditional Chinese medicine, and becomes a great wisdom master, how can he be on an equal footing with those martial marquis who are easy to muscle realm and rebellious?

Every day, Fang Meng is like walking on thin ice, and the slightest carelessness is a situation from which he will never recover.

In a world where the strong are respected, there is no strong force to rely on, and the official position in a high position and enjoying the worship of the people is tantamount to death.

saw through and understood, so Fang Meng decisively abandoned the government and the opposition and fled, planning to be a rich man and live his life for the rest of his life.

Xiao Pang raised his head, his eyes were blazing, and he strode towards Fang Meng's residence.

"Old Grandpa!"

"Huh?" Hearing the shouts outside the door, Fang Meng put down the tea he had just brewed and walked out.

Staring at the serious and serious chubby face, Fang Meng stroked his beard and nodded, with a look of relief.

"You figured it out?"

"Well, I figured it out."

Xiaopang looked at Fang Meng seriously, his eyes didn't blink, and said: "In the future, those ginseng, blood lingzhi, deer antlers, bacon pieces and the like, I won't eat them, and give them all to the slugs, if I am hungry, I can go into the mountains alone to collect some game." ”

Fang Meng was stunned, shook his head, and said, "You may not understand what the old Tao meant. ”

Xiaopang stretched out a hand, stopped Fang Meng's words, and said to him: "These days, the hard work of the old Taoist grandfather's teaching to me, from today on, I will go into the mountains to practice, get some game, and improve the food ...... our village."

As he spoke, Xiaopang took out a thick mule-sized book from the Qiankun bag, handed it back to Fang Meng, and without waiting for the latter to speak, he spread his feet and rushed directly into the place where the demon lived.

Vaguely, Fang Meng heard the excited immature wolf howl of Xiao Fat, like a sense of joy when a tiger returned to the mountain.

"Actually, Chubby was born to live in a desolate land." Zhang Qingzheng twitched and glanced at Fang Meng with slanted eyes.

Fang Meng's face was dark, completely drooping, and between his eyes, there were two clusters of anger burning.

Without waiting for Fang Meng to attack, Zhang Qingzheng smeared oil on the soles of his feet, slipped away, and kept shouting: "It's not my fault, that little fat man, maybe he has long wanted to find a reason to escape from Brother Fang's clutches and enter the forest to be the king of the mountain, right?" ”

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