Section 6, the wonderful use of the flower chicken

One day after noon, in the woods near the martial arts training ground in the back mountain, Li Dayou took out a large piece of dog meat, and the three of them ate it separately.

.“ Three days later, it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival, Our named disciples have a day to rest, where do you say to play" Li Da asked, "Let's go to the county seat, it's no problem for me to say hello to the senior brother" Wu Song said vaguely, swallowing the meat into his stomach, Wu Song secretly thought, As the boss, you can't always eat the younger brother's, you have to make money, how to make money? . Watching Li Hu finish eating the meat and painting indiscriminately on the ground with a branch, yes is painting, in his previous life, he saw a school flower of an art academy in the Normal College, so he ran to chase it, she loves to paint, let's also learn to paint, I learned a sketch, my girlfriend didn't catch up for half a year, but the skill of sketching is great, especially face sketching, even the teacher of the Academy of Fine Arts said that 4 points is enough, 5 points are almost...

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If you want to do a good job, you must first make a pencil, Speaking of Master Luban, the layman is a carpenter, When he arrived at Shaolin Temple, he was still a carpenter, lived in a large house, and was responsible for repairing the wood in the courtyard, Most people don't know the name of the law, Everyone calls him Master Luban, is a kind old man, Wu Song very politely described the shape of half a piece of wood of the pencil, "This is easy to do" After speaking, he used a small axe, and began to cut it on a small wooden strip, Li Da brought ink and bamboo charcoal mixed into black mud, Squeeze into a thin strip and put it on top of half of the stick, and when it was dry, use the sap to dip the other half of the strip together, make ten pencils in one go, and give two to the old monk, Wu Song sharpened the pencil with a knife, and drew a Mickey Mouse on the woodblock in three or two strokes, and the old monk's smiling beard grabbed one by one.

The next day, on the street of Dengfeng County, Wu Song, Li Da, Li Hu, who ran more than ten miles early in the morning, looked left and right, people came and went on the street 8 meters wide, Wu Song looked at this ancient market and sighed, there are only three polished marble pavements in the middle, uneven, occasionally walk through a few ox carts, bumpy not like words, the road is a dirt road, many stores are occupied by hawkers, a better door is paved with bricks, are wooden façade, the old and new are different, the 2nd floor is a little better hotel just a few places, the fat man wearing silk has not yet seen, That's the sign of nobles, most people are as short as themselves, lean and lean, but people tie their hair with cloth belts, or put on wooden hairpins, and their own bald heads, who said that the people of the Northern Song Dynasty are rich, and the rich are the officials and lords of Tokyo, and thousands of small county towns are just like that, and they found a vacant street corner, "That's it" Wu Song put up his easel and said, clipping the painting he prepared yesterday on the drawing board.

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A high-resistance voice suddenly sounded, "Walk by, don't miss it, Superb God Painting, Copy on the spot, 199 Wen Yi" Wu Song shouted loudly, "Oh, this great official, Look at your heavenly court, The earth pavilion is round, A painting has been passed down from generation to generation, and the descendants bow and bow, supreme honor, come and take a look, take a look", Wu Song pointed to Li Da's bust head and said, "Look at how much it looks like, how much can each beard be drawn, It's not like you don't need money",

. A member in a robe, squeezed in front of the painting carefully, and then looked at Li Da next to him, "Yes, paint me a picture", The cultural accomplishment of the Great Song Dynasty people is indeed high, in this Northern Song Dynasty, the emperor likes to paint, love the house and Wu, the level of folk art has risen in a straight line, but unfortunately most of the paintings, there is no three-dimensional sense of the characters at all, the scale is very chaotic, the painting is basically a 7-point portrait, to this similarity can be painted to 9 into 5 in place of the character sketch, it is definitely a fine product in the painting, and there is really a knowledge.

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The sun is just a little westerly, Wu Song has already painted 6 portraits of human heads, Around a large circle of people, stomach growling, "Call it a day", Wu Song shouted, Li Hu carried the money bag, just laughed,

.“ Big brother, there are really you, there are a few splashes who want to cause trouble, see that we are young * monks, and run away, haha" Li Da said,

.“ Let's go, open the meat, and eat mutton steamed buns", Wu Song said magnificently

Came to the Great Song Dynasty for three months, finally ate a real meal, must be full of food, for the little monk who has not been ordained on the head, the store is also willing to sell, Wu Song ate and ate and remembered that he had to bring back some condiments, Go back to the roast chicken and put the spice packets, that is delicious, so I went to the pharmacy to buy some big ingredients, licorice, cumin, and bought salt, dried ginger and some condiments on the street, looked at the blacksmith shop on the side, and picked out three straight knives and three iron nails, tied in the calf to practice the hidden weapon, I bought a wolf hair and a piece of fragrant ink in the paper and ink shop, and I was going to find time to give it to the master, so I went back to Shaolin Temple.

.“ Speaking of that crazy monk, I was angry, big brother, when did you say we could beat him", one day in the forest to practice freely, Li Da asked

.“ I heard that Nasi specializes in cultivating the Buddha Palm and Mixed Yuan Gong for 20 years," Wu Song said

.“ Practice, practice, Shaolin Temple is so conservative, when will it be able to practice well", Li Da kept chattering,

.“ It's not easy to practice, he was in a hurry, I heard that that time in the cave of the back mountain for 3 days and 3 nights, non-stop continuous exercise to break through, haha, he became a crazy monk" Wu Song said, while thinking, I have to think of a way, I have to get the next volume of the mixed Yuan Gong out, Wu Song thought about the next volume of the mixed Yuan Gong, and the future generations will be lost, I have to rescue the national culture, Rescue the quintessence of the country is not...

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.“ Did the mad monk's daily habits be clear? In a forest in the back mountain, Wu Song asked in a low voice,

.“ He often jogged and boxed on the trail in the mountains behind Tallinn in the afternoon," replied Li Hu.

.“ We're doing it around there," Li Da whispered.

.“ It's a little close to the Shaolin Temple, we have to bake it first, and open it as soon as he appears, the time must be fast, and the acting must be serious," Wu Song said,

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On the fifth day of the ninth month, the sun is in the west, Li Hu put down a message tree on the top of the mountain, Li Da immediately picked up the flint and lit the dry wood, reheated a round ball of dry mud the size of a football, Wu Song touched his index fingers with each other - "Here he is", After a while Wu Song made a gesture, Li Da fished the dry mud ball out of the fire with a branch, opened it with a stick, A fragrance immediately drifted downwind, and the mad monk immediately ran over and stretched his neck, and sniffed,

.“ Fragrant, I want to eat, fragrant, I want to eat, fragrant, I want to eat,"

.“ Stop, stop, change things," Wu Song stretched out his arms to stop him, shouting

.“ I don't, I don't have anything, fragrant, I want to eat, fragrant, I want to eat", the mad monk said

.“ If you twist a piece of scripture, I will give it to you" Wu Song said,

.“ I won't twist the scriptures" The mad monk said,

.“ You can say that a scripture of mixed yuan gong is okay", Wu Song whispered,

.“ Senior brother won't let me say" The crazy monk stared at the chicken and said,

.“ Then you will carry it" Wu Song whispered,

.“ Back, uh-huh, back, can you eat it when you carry it?" The mad monk asked,

.“ Yes, you can eat it if you carry it" Wu Song whispered,

.“ Then back, you listened to the first chapter of the Qi Luck Dantian, the ten fingers exploded, stretched out the arms, the qi walked the acupoint, and the eight doors ....... ’”

Wu Song immediately listened attentively, It can be said that he never forgot it, and the crazy monk actually memorized the 8th chapter in one breath,

.“ Okay, my brother told me to memorize these back then", and after speaking, he immediately pounced on the warm flower chicken,

Wu Song closed his eyes and recalled it carefully twice, The first 4 chapters are definitely right, the last 4 chapters are not easy to say, confirm that he has memorized it to death, opened his eyes, saw that the crazy monk had even bitten the last chicken bone, ate it, wiped his grease mouth and said: "Xiang, I still want to eat, Xiang, I still want to eat"

.“ You have made a mistake, don't say anything, after punching, drink more water and go back, otherwise your senior brother will definitely beat you, and you won't be able to eat anymore" Wu Song whispered,

The crazy monk looked around, "No, no senior brother, I'll go back after my punch."