There were plenty of mushrooms in the mountains, and in a short time the boy and girl had picked a basket full of them.

Meng Shi sent the bamboo basket and said: "The son is kind, and the old woman has nothing to repay." Just wild things, talk about the heart. ”

Fang Zhongyong thanked him, and the Meng family continued: "The old woman has also kept the child's entrustment in mind, and she will not dare to make trouble. And the clan is mourning, I only hope that a pair of children can live a happy life, where will there be any wishful thinking? Childe, but don't worry. The old woman went home to pack her belongings and set off for the county seat tomorrow. ”

When the Meng clan was far away, Fang Zhongyong checked the mushrooms in the basket. This is a wild mushroom, which will not be eaten by idlers in the future. Shiitake mushrooms, good; fungus, not bad; And the monkey head, which is rare.

What is it?

Fang Zhongyong picked out a few red mushrooms. The red canopy with small white dots on it looks very cute. But Fang Zhongyong knew that it wasn't cute at all. It has a big and transformed name - poisonous mushroom. To be precise, it is called Amanita phalloides, commonly known as poisonous fly umbrella. Adults who eat a small amount will feel like they are intoxicated, and eating too much can cause serious symptoms such as diarrhea and nervous confusion. Don't ask Fang Zhongyong why he knows this, he won't tell you that some black-hearted restaurant owner uses it instead of a forbidden shell.

That Meng has lived in the mountains for a long time, and must know which mushrooms are edible and which are poisonous. If the young child is ignorant and thinks that the color is brightly picked, it is okay; If the Meng clan intends to do so, it will make people have to guard against it. It's really chilling to do good deeds and end up like this.

Uncle Zhong saw Fang Zhongyong holding a few red mushrooms in a daze, so he asked, "Is there anything wrong?" ”

Fang Zhongyong said with some interest: "These mushrooms can make people insane!" ”

Uncle Zhong was furious: "That Meng clan is so femme fatale. The vain boy still has to plan a way out for them, this good man really can't do it. Li San, you went to kill her, don't let that demon woman harm people again. ”

Fang Zhongyong was taken aback, this is going to kill someone? By your standards, the merchants who add all kinds of "nutrients" to food in the future will have to be shot for five minutes. Besides, didn't we eat it either?

Just as he was persuading Li San, who was about to transform into a cold-blooded killer, the young man actually came back. The boy said, "My mother said that the red mushroom can make a person as drunk and inedible. ”

Fang Zhongyong said lightly: "I know, poisonous fly umbrella!" ”

The young man nodded, and took out two small paper bags from his arms: "My mother said that if Gongzi recognizes it, she will give these two paper bags to Gongzi." One is the dried powder of the poisonous fly umbrella just made this spring, and the other is garlic leaf fungus powder, Childe should know how to use it, right? ”

Fang Zhongyong nodded, his face was calm, but there were huge waves in his heart. This is a master! Fortunately, the Meng clan was eager to change his identity and had no ill will towards himself, otherwise it would have been easy to poison the three of them quietly. It's ridiculous that he is still unashamedly threatening others, and people are afraid that they have already put a "beep" hat on themselves in their hearts, right?

Fang Zhongyong bowed and said, "Mrs. Meng's kindness, I know it below, thank you here." I hope that Mrs. Meng will not live up to her kindness. ”

The young man replied, "My mother said, "I want it." By the way, my mother said that when she dies, let my brother and sister go to you and listen to you. Leave! After taking two steps, he turned around and said something without "my mother said it": "My name is Meng Rui, and my sister's name is Meng Qingping." ”

Uncle Zhong and Li San looked at each other and made eye contact:

What's the situation?

It seems that the old woman is not simple!

What can be not simple, at most three knives are enough.

I'm afraid we'll all have to give an account of this place. Or, you ask Fang Gongzi?

Why don't you ask?

Fang Zhong never ignored the frowning of the two, and only thought about it inside. The Son once said that you must not have the heart of harming others, and you must not have the heart of guarding against others. Today is a real lesson. The son once said that he often floated in the rivers and lakes, how could he not be stabbed. Although I am not ready to live a life of "licking blood with a knife", and I don't like to go to the cross slope of the big tree to eat "human meat buns", I don't want to be a bun stuffing anyway! There are still the means to protect oneself.

By force? He is still young and not strong, even if he exercises diligently in the future, I am afraid that it is unlikely that he will become a peerless general. Besides, he wants to be called outside the Donghua Gate, and fighting and killing people all day long is not quite in line with the identity of a literati. Literati, naturally, want to make their opponents disappear in the middle of talking and laughing, where can they get blood?

Fang Zhongyong secretly made up his mind, he needed to pay attention to collecting more similar things in the future, which could be regarded as an additional means of self-defense. As for whether to use it and how to use it, it depends on the situation.

After carefully putting away the paper bag, Fang Zhongyong said to Uncle Zhong of the "car navigation system": "I don't know how far this place is from that Shushan Temple?" ”

Uncle Zhong carefully looked at the terrain before saying: "Although there are only ten miles of mountain road left, but it is winding, and I am afraid that I will not be able to reach it today." It's better to find a place to rest before dark. ”

Fang Zhongyong said: "But it depends on Uncle Zhong's arrangement." ”

After walking for about four or five miles, the hospitable person Fang Zhongyong was looking forward to did not appear, and there was not even a single person who walked on his feet. As far as the eye can see, there are stones except for trees. The greening in ancient times was too good, didn't you know how to get a tourist attraction or something, and sell some prawns for 38 yuan? No matter how bad it is, it is better to get a thatched hut like the one in "Post Road Pear Flower", which is convenient for pedestrians?

Asked about Uncle Zhong, Uncle Zhong said: "There is a view! Isn't that the Shushan Temple in front? As for the hut you said, I haven't heard of it. Where did you hear that? Only then did Fang Zhongyong remember that the beautiful pear blossom seemed to be the plot of the novel. Isn't it normal to talk a little nonsense (artistic processing) in a novel?

It's not afraid to sleep in the wilderness, after all, it's not very likely that a group of robbers will come after just leaving. Eating and drinking is a big problem. How much Fang Zhongyong hopes that he will be followed by Wukong, who will soar through the clouds, and a sentence of "Wukong, you are hungry for the teacher, you go and eat some fasting" will solve the problem. But Fang Zhongyong still underestimated the ancients, only looking at Uncle Zhong's appearance of "becoming a bamboo in his chest", Li San, a cargo who can only be a driver and bodyguard, and also the underbeaten appearance of "his old Taishan collapsed in front of him, and his face did not change", he knew that these were not problems.

Uncle Zhong unhurriedly took out an iron pot (there was actually a pot?!). He boiled the water unhurriedly, and unhurriedly cut, blanched, and fried the hare that Li Sangang had just called......

As Fang Zhongyong ate braised rabbit meat and drank mushroom soup—removing the poisonous ones, of course—he realized that he was wrong, really wrong. Although there is no Wukong by his side, there is a Bodhisattva who saves suffering!

As the saying goes, think about it warmly. Now there is nothing to think about, so let's talk about "yesterday, today, and tomorrow" with the cool Li San. When he was studying in his previous life, Fang Zhongyong admired the masters in the martial arts world very much, and the sword book and sunflower book made Fang Zhongyong salivate. I want to give myself a knife in order to cultivate peerless martial arts, but I really can't do it. I finally saw it alive today, how can I let it go.

"Third brother, do you know the eighteen palms of the dragon descending?"

"I haven't heard of it. Can you say this casually? ”

"Then have you heard of the Nine Yin True Scripture?"

"I haven't heard of it."

"Then you've heard of the beggars, right?"

"I've heard of it. There is one in Bianliang, Tokyo, specializing in stealing chickens and dogs, and there is nothing to do. ”

Fang Zhongyong cried, fairy tales are all lies!

I am afraid that I will go to the battlefield in the future, and if I don't have a strong physique, I can't ride a horse, and I can't dance a sword or gun. Not to mention killing the enemy and making meritorious contributions, running away is slower than others, and you will be captured! How can you become an enemy of 100 people, no, an enemy of 10 people?

Li San gave the answer: "When I was a border soldier, I slashed 500 times a day with a knife, stabbed 1,000 times with a gun, and traveled 30 miles with a weight of 50 catties. I'm afraid that the child's fine skin and tender meat won't be able to endure this hardship, so forget it! ”

Fang Zhongyong was silent, but his heart was firm in his desire to exercise. Not to mention the requirements for physical strength in the era of cold weapons, even if it is to avoid getting sick and getting sick, you can't ignore exercise. In an era when a cold and fever can kill you, a good physique is always necessary.

Uncle Zhong said with a smile: "Childe wants to be a civil and military all-round talent who can write to calm the world and martial arts?" ”

Fang Zhongyong smiled: "No matter what, you can't be a weak scholar who is powerless, right?" ”

Just as a few people were laughing, they saw a Taoist priest singing. Those who walk on the song are accompanied by regular feet stepping on the ground, similar to tap dancing and humming in the mouth. Its song says: Hug the road in the mountains, wash the heart and things, raise the spirit of Taisu Haoran, should be the star of the upper realm, the nest is matched by the festival, and the Tao is obeyed by Huang Lao. Huai Jinglun's long strategy, not to the prince; Yun will be a genius, not the son of heaven.

I saw that the Taoist priest was dressed in tattered Taoist robes, and his feet seemed to be slow and fast, and he arrived in front of several people in the blink of an eye. At this time, you can see the difference between a veteran and a rookie. Fang Zhongyong was ignorant, Uncle Zhong was secretly on guard, and Li San was already holding the hilt of the knife.

The old man was not surprised to see the appearance of the three people, and said "Poor and polite" and sat by the fire with a grin. Fang Zhongyong looked at this self-familiar Taoist priest, but he didn't hate it, he just felt that it was too different from the "Immortal Wind Dao Bone". Look at that robe, it is the same color as a rag; Look at the beard, it flies with the roots. Are all the masters of the world like this? Fang Zhongyong glanced at Uncle Zhong inquiringly, and Uncle Zhong shook his head.

Seeing that Li San was already standing behind the old man, Uncle Zhong stopped going around in circles with him: "Dare to ask the Changzun number?" ”

The old Taoist said with a smile: "A poor Taoist priest, where did he come from." My name is Zhang Junlai, you can call me Zhang Laodao. ”

Uncle Zhong and Na Li San were taken aback, and hurriedly saluted: "But the Heavenly Monarch of Baolai is coming?" ”

Lao Dao scratched his head and said with some distress: "Some people also call it that." It's just that Lao Dao feels like he's scolding, little brother, you say yes, right? ”

Fang Zhongyong also scratched his head and said, "This, probably, doesn't seem to count." ”

At this time, Fang Zhongyong had already remembered. It is rumored that Chen Tuan has three disciples who are the most famous, the most mysterious one is called Huolong Zhenren (Zhang Sanfeng's master), the most noble virtue is Zhang Jun in the next life called Baolai Tianjun, and the most widely spread ancestor metaphysics is named Wei Li. Zhang Junlai has been wandering all his life, refining his Dao heart by entering the world and doing good, and Master Yuantong is a real master in the general realm. Although his reputation in later generations is not obvious, at present, he is really a moral model and a Buddha-like figure in ten thousand families.

Fang Zhongyong heard that such a great god was in front of him, and he was willing to let it go easily, so he begged hard to learn from a teacher. Lao Dao didn't expect that getting into trouble if he had a good time, and he was very helpless: "Lao Dao is not as good as the fire dragon in Taoism and martial arts, and Wei Li is not as good as Wei Li in terms of Qing talk and machine change." Although you have some reputation, how can you be taught? ”

Fang Zhongyong opened his face and begged: "The disciple is not picky, just ask the Heavenly Monarch to teach some Dao methods to strengthen the body." ”

"You're in good shape, why are you here?"

"Only by living long can we do more for the country and the people; Only if you are strong enough can you fight bravely. "Fang Zhongyong will never say that only if you are in good health, you can run fast and boil your opponent to death.

Lao Dao said: "If you want to practice the art of fighting and killing, you can only use the method of this strong man." I'm not good at it, and I can't give you a better proposal. I have a nine-turn Xuangong mental method here, which can borrow the power of others to fight back against the other party. There are four or two thousand pounds of wonder, but also have the power of prolonging life, you are good to practice! Let me show you! ”

Lao Dao asked Li San to attack him. Li San was very hesitant, and with a soft punch, he was blocked by Lao Dao's arms, and slid to the side with his hand.

Lao Dao shouted "Come again", and Li Sanyun had enough strength to punch again. The same recipe, different taste, Li San fell to the ground heavily. Li San hit the fire (was beaten?) A punch is as heavy as a punch, and the result is a fall that is as heavy as a fall. After seven or eight punches, Li San had a blue nose and swollen face, Lao Dao was calm and relaxed, and Fang Zhongyong was dumbfounded.

Finally, Li San lay on the ground, unwilling to move. Fang Zhongyong thought disdainfully, he thought he was a tough guy, shouldn't he be indomitable? Just a few times before scratching?

Lao Dao smiled and said to Li San: "You attacked in your early years, and you had many dark diseases. After this beating, it's already a good one. Get some sleep, drink some hot water, and you'll be pretty much right tomorrow. Of course, if you hit me a few dozen more times, it will be even better. ”

In the end, Li San did not accept Lao Dao's "kindness" and went to beat Lao Dao dozens of times. We are also a quality person, aren't we, how can we beat the elderly? Hiss, don't say it, it hurts!

Fang Zhongyong watched with admiration from the side. This is authentic Tai Chi, but it is not a fancy exercise for old men and old ladies on the side of the road. To learn! Be sure to study hard!

Since then, Fang Zhongyong has practiced the Nine Turns Xuangong and the art of fighting, and has repeatedly made military exploits, and when he is 100 years old, he still has red lips and white teeth, and is known as the "living immortal". This is not to be mentioned later.