The rooster crowed and the dog jumped, Qin Wuwu threw the pillow out half-asleep and scolded, "Dog's son, what is the noise in the early morning." ”

The people scolded fiercely, and the dogs barked more happily.

Then quilts, mats, and even a broken shoe were thrown out of the dilapidated and tidy house, until there was nothing left to throw away, Qin Wuwu walked out of the house helplessly.

In the yard, a majestic rooster stood on the wall with its wings outstretched, staring at the big yellow dog that stood up straight and stuck out his tongue and kept barking at him, and then tilted his head and barked at the sky.

"Wangcai shut up, you're not a chicken, just by catching a mouse, you robbed the cat's business, could it be that you even have to rob the job of the chicken, shouldn't you lay eggs in a few days......"

Qin Wuwu didn't fight anywhere, just the rooster crowing every morning was enough for him to stand it, if it wasn't for the fence, Qin Wuwu would have to roast the chicken to eat. This was not enough, whenever the rooster crowed, the big yellow dog called Wangcai began his own show, barking.

This can make the sleepy Qin Wuwu suffer.

Who would have thought that a drunkard who would not die of hunger would be planted on a big yellow dog, and it would become a joke in the rivers and lakes when it was passed out, and it could add thick ink to the quotations of criticizing drunkards.

Wangcai couldn't understand Qin Wuwu's words, the tip of his nose twitched, and he found that it was a guest brought back by the little master. Spraying his nostrils, he rushed up, and the high cocked tail suddenly softened, no longer bothering with the big, swaying from side to side and playing around Qin Wuwu, a red tongue dragged out for a long time, and the dog's head kept rubbing against Qin Wuwu's legs, wanting him to stroke the dog's head happily.

Kicking Wangcai in disgust, listening to the sound of the dog screaming in a hurry, Qin Wuwu smiled, and finally taught the annoying dog a lesson.

"Mr. Qin, Mr. Qin~"

Listening to the voice, you know that the person who came is Bu Shabi, the loud voice, it is difficult for people to associate the owner of this voice with Bu Shabi's weak body, Qin Wuwu knows that this is Bu Shabi's self-disguise.

"Slow down...... I don't know how to take care of my body, and I still want to run as fast as the wind? Qin Wuwu pretended to be serious and scolded.

"Huh... Ha..."Bu Shabi gasped, dragged a plate of steamed buns, and said, "Mr. Qin, taste it, the mutton buns that have just come out of the pot are fragrant." ”

The two white and fat steaming buns were placed in front of Qin Wuwu, and the fragrance was smelled from a distance, where could Qin Wuwu endure it.

Take one and break it gently, you can see the minced mutton and vermicelli intertwined inside, the hot oil slowly falls, and the fragrance is exuded to the extreme.

Just as he was about to taste it, Qin Wuwu heard a cooing sound coming from Bushabi.

"Have you eaten?" Qin Wuwu asked, handing over half of the bun with a gesture.

"Eat...... Eaten. Bushabi said, shaking his head.

"Poof~" Qin Wuwu can still bear it, this kid has one thing to say, and he does another. stared at the bun pitifully and said that he had eaten it, how could Qin Wuwu eat alone.

"Eat."

Not allowing Bu Shabi to refuse, Qin Wuwu stuffed half of the bun into Bu Shabi's mouth, cutting off his idea of acting.

The soft bun skin penetrates the full meat and juice, and the auxiliary vermicelli firmly locks the essence of the mutton, and when he takes a bite, Qin Wuwu's whole stomach feels full of warmth.

"Delicious!" Qin Wuwu praised.

How could half a bun hold his gluttonous mouthful, his left hand touched Bu Shabi's plate, and he had already divided half a bun to Bu Shabi, take the last one and let me eat it.

Qin Wuwu thought in his heart, but his hand was empty.

I saw Bu Shabi puffing out his cheeks and stuffing a whole bun into his mouth in a huff, as if the bun was his biggest enemy.

"My steamed buns ......" Qin Wuwu felt that his speed of eating steamed buns was not slow, how could he be faster than his speed, it was strange.

"Mr. Qin~" Bu Shabi puffed out his face, it seemed that it was still a little difficult for him to swallow a whole bun, and he said inarticulately: "Hungry yo break mud and feed silk~"

"What are you talking about?" I don't know if it's because of Bu Shabi's dissatisfaction with snatching the last bun, or if Qin Wuwu doesn't like people who can't speak clearly, he slapped Bu Shabi on the back of the head and scolded: "After eating, let's talk about it, you see what you look like." ”

"Ahem~"

Maybe he was a little anxious to eat, Bu Shabi patted his chest and said solemnly again: "Mr. Qin, I want to worship you as a teacher." ”

Looking at Bu Shabi's resolute eyes, Qin Wuwu did not refuse, but asked, "Did your parents agree?" ”

You must know that Qin Wuwu has such an indecent title as a drunkard, and no one may know who he is when he mentions Qin Wuwu's name outside, but once the word drunkard is mentioned, not to mention that everyone shouts and beats, there are still one or two rotten cabbages and one or two rotten eggs.

Although Bu Shabi doesn't care about the matter of alcoholics, the attitude of Bu Shabi's parents is still in the eyes of Qin Wuwu.

Although he made a request to stay at Bushabi's house for a few days, the matter of accepting apprentices was just for the sake of Bushabi's similarity to him, and even Qin Wuwu never thought that Bushabi would really agree.

"No...... I do not know. Bu Shabi shook his head, Qin Wuwu sighed, and touched his head, "If you want to listen to your parents' words, we will be friends, and don't mention the matter of master and apprentice." ”

"But Mr. Qin, if I don't worship you as a teacher, are you still willing to teach me the water tune song head?" Bushabi asked anxiously.

Qin Wuwu coughed twice in embarrassment, looked at each other, and said, "Of course not, you are not my land, how can anyone hand over the housekeeping skills to outsiders." Even if you have a good relationship, there is no such statement. ”

Bu Shabi was more preoccupied and slightly tormented.

"Mr. Qin, take me as an apprentice. I have been weak since I was a child and could not practice martial arts, and I have no chance to work with my fists and feet, and I hope that Mr. Qin will see my heart in order to repay my parents and teach me to tune the song head. ”

Bu Shabi knelt on the ground and kowtowed, as if Qin Wuwu didn't agree, he wouldn't get up.

"Silly Boy ......"

Qin Wuwu's eyes were full of unspeakable helplessness and sighs.

Qin Wuwu's initial idea was that if Bu Shabi's parents agreed, it would not hurt him to accept Bu Shabi, and if Bu Shabi's physique was suitable for the exercises of his faction, it could be regarded as passing on the exercises, and he could also help Bu Shabi.

Bu Shabi's persistence made Qin Wuwu very uncomfortable, he was not a person who could persuade people.

The sound of kowtowing was endless, and Qin Wuwu shouted, "Enough." ”

Under Bu Shabi's surprised gaze, Qin Wuwu pulled out the sword full of nicks, and what surprised Bu Shabi even more was that Qin Wuwu only had the hilt in his hand but did not see the sword body.

"Mr. Qin, what is this?"

"Don't talk nonsense, since you are willing to worship me as a teacher, of course you have to give a meeting gift as a master. Look at it, how much you can write down depends on your creation. ”

In front of Bu Shabi, Qin Wuwu pulled out the gourd stopper, put his fingers together, and saw that the wine turned into a long stream with Qin Wuwu's mind, and it seemed to fall on the hilt of the sword, like a whip pressed on the hilt of a sword.

"This is a water cutting head, you have to watch it."

When is the bright moon? Ask the sky with a sword.

I don't know how many floors the sky is high, and I use my sword to control it.

I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable. With the wine sword in his hand, cut off the head of the road......

The sword move and water cutting head are not long, but they are not short.

When Qin Wuwu finished playing a set, Bu Shabi was still immersed in the sword move like the Yangtze River, the momentum was violent, and it was like the sword in his hand sweeping thousands of troops.

"Oops, I don't remember anything!"

I don't know how long it took for Bu Shabi to come back to his senses and find that he only remembered the momentum of the water tune song head, and he didn't write down a single move.

"Mr. Qin......"

"Huh?!"

Bushabi hurriedly changed his words: "Master." ”

"What's the matter, tell me." Since he planned to take Bu Shabi, Qin Wuwu didn't plan to hide his clumsiness, this era was about to change, and there was no need to hide the clumsy set in order not to starve the master to death.

"Master, I just remember that your sword moves are extremely handsome, but I haven't written down a single move...... Does this mean that I am not suitable for practicing water tunes at all? ”

Looking at Bu Shabi's expression on the verge of crying, Qin Wuwu couldn't help but laugh and corrected: "It's not the water tune song head, but the water tune cutting head, it's normal that you can't remember." ”