Kneel and beg for flowers, collection!

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Yin Rock Jewish Ancient Snow, White Stone One Turns Three Thousand Autumns. Cangshan Snow Peak, but that's it. Duan Zhong touched his nose, stepped on the snow under his feet, and let out a long sigh.

Cultivation is a very boring and hard thing, but Duan Zhong is an extremely lazy person. Compared with sword practice, Duan Zhong is more willing to hum a small song to talk to Su'er, or tell Li Chan'er ghost stories. However, since climbing Cangshan with Zongzi, it is destined that this period of time will be the hardest days in Duan Chong's life.

However, these are an indispensable part of Duan Chong's life, so Duan Chong has always been able to endure loneliness and hardship, and be able to survive between this heaven and earth. However, Duan Zhong couldn't believe it at this moment, after that old ancestor returned to the Chongsheng Temple, he stayed on this sword wall for a full year and a half.

The sword in Duan Chong's hand had become broken, and the countless gaps on it, large and small, had witnessed the hard years of this sword in the past year and a half.

Duan Zhong touched his nose, caressed the sword that had been with him for three years for the last time, and threw it into the abyss with both hands. Looking up at the smiling sword marks on the sword wall not far away, he couldn't help but look up to the sky and howl three times. After a year and a half, he finally fulfilled the master's entrustment to himself, although the sword marks on the stone wall were a little shameful. But Duan Zhong has always been a shameful person.

Duan Zhong naturally took small steps at this moment, humming a little song happily: "Elephant, elephant, why is your nose so long"

Duan Zhong looked up at the plaque that was already mottled, and sighed, this Chongsheng Temple is really still the same. Walking to the mountain gate, the two little novices were still sweeping the snow in front of the door, and when they saw Duan Zhong coming over, they did not run into the temple gate in a hurry as before, but showed a look of surprise, one small novice rushed into the door to report, and the other one was still sweeping the snow in front of the door.

Duan Chong happily said hello to the little novice in front of the door, and during the year of cultivating Buddha in Chongsheng Temple, Duan Chong told a lot of stories to the monks in the temple. Of course, Duan Chong will not tell the meat joke, and the story of your love and my love is not good, so Duan Zhong chose a very interesting story: "Rest, rest, this is such "Brother Yixiu". ”

When Duan Chong finished telling the story, he saw the expressions of adoration on the faces of the little monks in the temple, and sighed silently: Who said that monks don't have idols?

Walking into the temple gate, the first thing Duan Chong saw was Li Chan'er rushing over. Xiao Nizi hasn't seen her for a year and a half, and her figure has been raised. Duan Zhong licked his lips evilly, and then hugged Li Chan'er very happily. This is a monk's temple, but what about Duan Chong?

And the second one pounced on him like a vicious dog, Duan Chong thought with his buttocks, and knew that it was a zongzi. So in the face of Zongzi's chest flutter, Duan Zhong naturally turned sideways, and made Zongzi flutter in a very chic manner, and by the way, he had a close contact with the earth.

Zongzi howled twice, and didn't see Duan Chong come over to help him, so he got up with a disgraced face: "Boss, are you out of the customs?" ”

Duan nodded his head: "Zongzi, have you finished your meditation?" ”

"This" Zongzi shook his head shyly.

"Then you don't have a story to hear."

"Boss, don't be so cruel, okay?"

Duan Zhengjing's room was still full of smoke, and incense of all sizes was burning in front of the Buddha statue, exuding a faint mailbox. Duan Zhong lightly buckled the door and called "master".

Duan Zhengzheng sat on the couch and didn't move, but said softly: "I've practiced." ”

Duan Zhong walked to Duan Zheng's couch and nodded, "Yes." ”

Duan Zhengzheng nodded with satisfaction: "Not bad." He beckoned again, pointing to his bed, "Come and sit." ”

Duan Zhong sat down. Duan Zhengzheng smiled with satisfaction: "I remember when I was leaving, you said that you wanted to tell me the story of Wei Xiaobao when you came back." You can now get started. ”

Duan Zhong is back. This is a great joy for this holy temple. After all, in the days when there was no heavy period, the monks in the temple felt that life was much sader. Especially after our Kongming ** master has also become a loyal fan of Ikyu Xiao Master.

So as soon as Duan Chong came back, no matter whether he was fat, thin, tall or short in the temple, he would say hello to Duan Chong intentionally or unintentionally, and by the way, ask Duan Chong if there was any update on Duan Chong's joke about Brother Yixiu.

And when the moon hung on the branches, Duan Zhengjing took out a bottle of vegetarian wine from his private collection, accompanied by a few plates of side dishes, and got up in the small courtyard. This time, the zongzi was also stained with a heavy light, and a large bowl of vegetarian wine was shared. Zhengmei pouted.

After a very pleasant little wine, Duan Zheng criticized Duan Zhong with righteous words. Because "The Legend of the Deer and Ding" is too vulgar for an old mage like the ancestor of our Duan family. So Duan Zheng seriously criticized Duan Chong: At a young age, he has a crooked mind.

Then, our old Duan was very happy to discuss with Duan Zhong the question of whether our Wei Xiaobao went to three or four wives. When he learned from Duan Chong's mouth that the last Wei Xiaobao had married seven wives, Duan Zhengzheng burst into a foul sentence very unbelievably: "Damn, there are more emperor's wives than our old Duan family!" ”

Li Chan'er and Zongzi on the side only stared.

Good times are always short-lived, after accompanying our Duan family's ancestors to eat and drink and talk about the "hook girl" event, the ancestor went back to the house to worship the Buddha, saying that he wanted to repent of the sins committed this night. And Zongzi read the Buddhist scriptures for a day, but he was also tired, and Duan Chong's "Black Cat Sheriff" and "Gourd Baby" refused to update for a long time, so they had to sleep. Li Chan'er? Just kidding, in the middle of the night, a pair of "dog men and women" who are less than ten years old are alone in the Chongsheng Temple, this is if we let the Kong Ming ** Master know, I am afraid it will be a more terrible thing than Duan Zhengzheng's madness.

So there is only one person in the courtyard at the moment. Duan Zhong sighed, it was time to go back.

Duan Zhong remembers one day very clearly, three years. This is the day agreed with Su'er, and I have to go back no matter what, otherwise Su'er will get married, and Duan Chong's intestines will probably regret it.

Three years was originally an approximate number given by Duan Chong, thinking about how he could learn something in three years, where did he think that this trip would be really three years. In another month, it will be three years.

So Duan Zhong decided to go back.

After telling the story of "Black Cat Sheriff" and "Gourd Baby" to Zongzi, he gave our old Duan the head of "Tianlong Babu", played chess with Kong Ming** Master for two days, and by the way, dug the big pit of "Smart Yixiu", Duan Chongcai ended his story career in Chongsheng Temple with satisfaction. Of course, the ghost stories told to Li Chan'er every day have to be counted separately.

And Duan Zhong finally packed his bags, slowly pushed open the mountain gate of Chongsheng Temple, and walked down the mountain.

Zongzi has not even completed his meditation, so he naturally wants to stay on the mountain and continue his penance. And Li Chan'er also wants to follow her down the mountain, but how can she explain to her emperor Lao Tzu and Lao Niang after she goes back? Did your son pick up a daughter-in-law for you?

Zhu Siwen yawned, slapped the mosquito lying on top of him and sucked blood, and lay under a big tree to avoid the sun. This is the third year, and Zhu Siwen is a little broken.

It's been three years since our little prince ran away from home. The four great ministers of the Duan family have suffered a lot in the past three years. Since the stinky beating outside the unknown temple on the top of the mountain, our Emperor Zhengkang of Dali gave the order. The four retainers of the Duan family have to guard this Cangshan, when our little prince goes out of the temple gate and goes down the mountain, and sends him back to the palace in Dali safely, when will this task be completed.

After waiting for several months above the snow line of Cangshan, these four retainers could not bear the cold and retreated below the snow line. It is also stipulated that each person will be on duty for one month, waiting on the road that Duan Chong must pass down the mountain.

The previous month was the eldest Qin Xiaofeng on duty, and this month it was naturally the second Zhu Siwen on duty.

It's a bit boring to wait on the side of the road every day, except for basking in the sun and looking at the stars, there's no fun at all. So Zhu Siwen couldn't understand one thing, how could our second prince, who had been clothed and fed since childhood, endure the loneliness and desolation on the mountain, and stay on the mountain for three years?

Zhu Siwen took a piece of grass in his mouth, chewed it for a while, and spit it out again. It's the ultimate nirvana he's ever invented to pass the time. However, footsteps were heard not far away.

Footsteps! That's right, it's footsteps!

Zhu Siwen was excited. This mountain is rarely visited, and in recent months, no one has climbed the mountain at all. That is to say, the person who came down from the mountain is likely to come out of that temple. And since it came out of the temple, it is naturally very likely to be our prince.

Zhu Siwen raised his head and naturally saw a person walking down the mountain. And this man, very, only looks like he is ten years old. Zhu Siwen burst into tears, he waited for three years, wasn't he just waiting for this person? But there should be another one by the little prince's side, why is there only one person at the moment?

Whatever. As long as our little prince is safe and sound. At this moment, Zhu Siwen almost cried and shouted thank God to greet our second prince.

However, as soon as Zhu Siwen took a few steps, he saw a black shadow flying towards him, smashing towards his front door, and the speed was extremely fast, and he couldn't dodge it at all. Therefore, Zhu Siwen was hit the head, and he was a little dizzy for a while. This extremely ruthless secret weapon is the straw sandals under the feet of our little prince.

However, as soon as Lao Zhu reacted, a figure had already flown in, punching and kicking our Lao Zhu, not giving Lao Zhu a chance to fight back at all.

When our Lao Zhu covered his head and crotch and shouted "Little Prince, spare your life", our Duan Chong was stunned for a moment, turned over the body of the person who fell to the ground, and carefully examined the swollen pig face, before revealing a surprised look: "Are you Lao Zhu?" ”

Zhu Siwen wanted to cry without tears at the moment, rubbing his swollen face, thinking to himself, how could our little prince suddenly be so able to fight? Turning around, he looked at Duan Zhong with tears in his eyes, and nodded, bursting into tears