For the master who was slightly drunk and sang Peking Opera last night, Zhang Liuliang could only comfort himself with a habit.

I got up early and swept the temple, boiled millet porridge, served a plate of cold vegetables, and went into the house to wake up the master for breakfast.

Huang Bajin rubbed his worried eyes, washed his face, sat on the table, lowered his head and drank millet porridge, and swallowed pickles, but his expression was different from before.

A bowl of porridge was drunk quickly, and he didn't mean to ask for a second bowl, so he put down the bowl and said, "Go down the mountain after breakfast, and don't come back in the future!" ”

Liuliang, who had just finished drinking a sip of porridge, was surprised: "What? What do you say in your dreams? It's broad daylight! ”

"Finish breakfast and go down the mountain!" Huang Bajin repeated this sentence stiffly.

Zhang Liuliang got up and reached out and touched his master's forehead, tried his forehead again, and wondered, "Don't burn, why is this nonsense?" Don't think the porridge tastes good? Or do you want to drink and eat meat? I'm going to the mountains to catch game for you! ”

"Down the mountain!"

"You're crazy!"

"I'm eighteen years old, what's the point of guarding this old man like me, go down the mountain and break through, don't say it's my Huang Bajin's apprentice!" Huang Bajin said loudly.

Zhang Liuliang was stunned and said, "Master, are you really here?" ”

"Yesterday I drank with your Uncle Lang for this matter, there is a box on the right side of the courtyard gate, take it down the mountain, go to Tiandu City to marry Sui Dayan's daughter, the metropolis is insidious and cunning, the master has prepared a weapon for you, and it is you who have been practicing kung fu for the past 18 years, flying knives."

"I'll just say why Uncle Duan didn't go up the mountain for five years, and he dared to come to pick me up from the mountain."

"Don't talk nonsense, what is the rush in Beiliangshan, a place where birds don't, go out early to see the world."

"I'm not leaving!"

"No way!"

"When I leave, whoever pours you a night pot, who makes porridge for you, who washes clothes for you, who chases mosquitoes for you, I won't leave. You always drink and have a bad stomach, you eat too, and you can't cook yourself, who will take care of you when I'm gone? ”

"Mountain people have their own tricks!"

"There's a fart plan, I'm not leaving!"

"Everything is packed for you, there is a yard, you don't have any luggage, a burden is enough. Your Uncle Lang is waiting for you at the bottom of the mountain, take the baggage and the box and get out! "Huang Bajin is unusually domineering.

Zhang Liuliang never dreamed that the master would drive him down the mountain this morning, and for the first time in eighteen years, he heard the word "get out" in the master's mouth to himself.

"If you think that I don't practice hard enough, just say it, and if you can say something like let me go down the mountain to get angry, I don't think the breakfast is fishy, I'll go and stew meat for you!"

Huang Bajin smashed the bowl, and the bowl that smashed on the ground was shattered.

"Grab the baggage, take the box and go down the mountain!" Huang Bajin roared.

Zhang Liuliang was dumbfounded, it was the first time he saw his master so angry.

"Don't be angry, I'll go down the mountain!" Zhang Liuliang endured it for a long time, but he still didn't hold back his stubborn tears.

Silently walked out of the house, carrying a burden in the courtyard, and found the box that Master Bajin said at the door, and did not open it to see what was inside, and walked out of the temple with the box in a few steps.

At the top of a towering poplar tree at the entrance of the temple, a Haidongqing blinked, flapped its wings, squeaked and took off, and ran mercilessly towards the rising sun in the distance.

Zhang Liuliang tightened his burden and slowly walked down the thousand steps.

The autumn Xiao Suo hit the stone steps, and the lonely figure began to fall slowly at the top of the parabola.

Looking back again, there was no old man smoking dry cigarettes at the door of the dilapidated temple, nor the sound of erhu and Beijing accents resounding through the valley, only the cool autumn breeze.

"The apprentice is gone, why bother if you want me to go down the mountain, drink less, smoke less, and take you to enjoy happiness when the apprentice is famous!"

Zhang Liuliang muttered such words, didn't look back, and began to run.

Accompanied by the rushing figure, there are also falling tears and eighteen years of nostalgia for the eighteen catties master.

At the door of a black Audi at the foot of the mountain, Uncle Lang, who had been drinking with Master Bajin last night, leaned on it, and Zhang Liuliang greeted him.

"Don't blame your master, they are all big children, and they don't have any interest in staying on this Beiliang Mountain, go to the metropolis to break through, don't let your master be embarrassed!"

Duan Shilang stretched out his hand to remove the burden on Zhang Liuliang's back and threw it into the car, pointing to the box in Liuliang's hand and said: "Your eight-catty master exchanged the coffin book saved for sixty-six years for such an object, take care of it, use it well, it's in you, it's dead!" ”

After saying this, Duan Shilang walked to the front driver's cab and urged Zhang Liuliang to get into the car.

Liuliang got into the car and opened the box with tears in his eyes.

A golden knife was lying in a card slot with a yellow glow, and at the moment it didn't look like a knife, but it was the cheek of the eight-pound master.

"Take this golden knife and go to the city to make it shine!"

Huang Bajin, who was chewing peanuts, walked out of the temple and stood at the top of a thousand steps looking into the distance, and said loudly: "My apprentice wants to be a sword among ten thousand tigers!" ”

Zhang Liuliang in the black Audi car was silent all the way, but took the golden knife out of the box and tucked it behind his waist.

He made a heavy decision in his mind.

"Eight catties Master's apprentice is not just as light as six taels!"

Duan Shilang, who was driving the car, glanced at the silent Zhang Liuliang through the rearview mirror, took out a folder from the small drawer in the front row and handed it to Zhang Liuliang in the back row: "Go to work in this place in Tiandu, exercise yourself, don't embarrass your master!" ”

Zhang Liuliang silently took the folder bag and was still on the side.

Duan Shilang shook his head and didn't continue to speak, driving with peace of mind.

A silver gallop turned into the avenue from the mountain road, with a bald head in the car with a headset plugged into his ear, and said to a man with gold glasses in the back row: "Where to do it?" ”

The man with golden glasses said: "Let's follow a little bit of the road first, and see if the contents of the box have been found!" ”

The bald head is not talking, and he can drive with peace of mind.

Zhang Liuliang in the black Audi car was thinking about the eight-catty master, whether the old man who liked to drink with peanuts squatted at the door, sat cross-legged and played an erhu and sang a Peking Opera.

Whether he smoked dry cigarettes one after another, showing his yellow teeth and singing the loneliness of an old man full of Beiliang Mountain.

Master Bajin once told himself that he had already chosen a good foothold in Beiliang Mountain.

A good feng shui land, there are mountains, water, flowers and trees, there is full of money coming in, and there is a wind of transshipment blowing, what kind of land is this, the curious six taels have secretly seen it.

However, the six taels who don't understand feng shui remember that it was a small hill the size of a palm.

But the eight-catty master persuaded Liuliang with only one sentence.

The phrase is 'I have eight pounds of life'!

Liuliang said with questions: "Then is my life good or bad?" ”

"The lighter a person's life, the better, so that when he walks, he will not sink, and he can go to the fairy world, and my eight-pound life is the heaviest life in the world, and I have to go to hell!"

This is a sentence that Master Bajin said seriously to Zhang Liuliang.