What?

Let the future generations not know how many martial arts powerhouses, legendary figures, living fossil-level existences, and frightened Fang Lao Mo looked confused.

When Cao Yi's figure disappeared completely, he came back to his senses.

With a pair of small hands behind his back, while walking around the room, he repeatedly recalled in his mind the demeanor of Cao Yi when he patted him just now, and the gestures that might have any special meanings.

It's been a long time, and my head is about to explode when I think about it, and I don't understand what it means.

At the same time, on a small building on the side of the street a few miles away from the square house.

King Sam, who had already ordered the wine and food, poured wine for Cao Yi and said with a smile: "I don't know, I thought it was the beautiful monkey apprentice Bodhi ancestor."

After Cao Yi glared at it, he picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and put it down again: "Fang Han, this person, his background is not very good, he is used to seeing the warmth and coldness of people, and he has developed a complex character of inferiority, selfishness, boldness, bending, strong, cruel and vicious, villain and other complex personalities, very similar to the monkey who just debuted, if he hadn't corrected it a little when he was still weak, I would have hindered him that day, and he might have killed me together." ”

King Sam patted his thigh and said: "Don't say it, it's really similar to a monkey, when the monkey was just born, there was only wildness, to put it bluntly, it was selfish, ferocious, the TV series beautified the monkey, and later for immortality, the monkey left Huaguo Mountain, drifted all the way across the sea, ran to the land, wandered in human society for a long time, used to seeing the warmth and coldness of people, when following the Bodhi ancestor to practice, there was no time, more out of awe, after the teacher, his nature was exposed, I don't know how to forbear, whoever bullied him, he was just who, In the end, it ended up being suppressed. If Fang Han hadn't had an author open a plug-in, he would have been born against the sky, and he would have been worse than Sun Wukong's fate. ”

Speaking of this, it glanced at Cao Yi with meaningful eyes.

Cao Yi is not a protagonist who is open everywhere in life and always survives in a desperate situation.

Cao Yi ignored him and continued to drink wine and eat vegetables.

Speaking of which, this kind of life with fireworks is the real life, those ascetic protagonists who practice every day, don't know the spring and autumn, and don't know the various states of life, life is too boring.

In a flash, half an hour passed.

The food is finished, and the wine is drunk.

"Dao Chief, if I go and show him clearly, I guess he is not as smart as a monkey."

Sam said in a low voice.

Cao Yi snorted.

He was also a little worried that Fang Han was confused.

……

In the room, Fang Han didn't even eat in order to think about what Cao Yi meant.

My stomach croaked with hunger.

Now it's too late to go to dinner.

He remembered that there was also a piece of pastry in the cupboard next to the bed.

It was when he was born not long ago, he gritted his teeth and spent money to buy it, but he was reluctant to eat it, so he kept it there.

He rummaged through the cabinets, found the key, opened the cabinet, and was dumbfounded.

The pastry inside was gone, only a little bit of minced pastry.

In the corner not far from the box containing pastries, I don't know when there was a small mouse hole.

"Damn rats, dare to steal my osmanthus cake"

He was so angry that his head was smoking.

Just then, a small head popped out of the rat hole.

Fang Han had practiced for so long, it was not in vain, he was very agile in reaching out, and suddenly reached out and grabbed the little mouse's head.

"Squeak ......"

The little mouse screamed in a panic.

Fang Han carried the little mouse with an angry face, walked to the bucket, scooped up a little water, walked outside, and poured it in the depression.

Then, squat down and press the little mouse inside.

The little mouse squeaked and struggled.

Just when the little mouse was dying, Fang Han stopped.

When I went back to my room, I found tools to make a fire and lit a fire at the door.

Put the little mouse on the fire for a while, and bring it for a while.

The little mouse was tortured worse than dead.

Fang Han was still angry, and found a small knife, he was going to peel off the skin of the little mouse.

After watching King Sam outside the courtyard for a long time, the corners of his mouth twitched.

This kid is too vindictive, don't offend him in the future.

Fang Han still hadn't finished peeling the little mouse after all.

His methods were too rusty, and the little mouse was too badly injured, and he died with a single knife.

"Fang Han, what are you doing?"

King Sam attached himself to Fang Dayu, who lived in the same courtyard as Fang Han, and walked out with an oiled paper bag.

"This rat stole my osmanthus cake"

Fang Han said depressedly.

"It's okay, I have roast chicken here"

King Sam smiled and shook the oiled paper bag in his hand.

Fang Han was a little surprised, in his memory, Fang Dayu was not a very generous person.

"You have to take out that half of the bottle of wine you hid"

King Sam deliberately licked his lips and said.

"I'll go now"

Fang Han turned around and went back to the room.

Soon, he came out with half a bottle of wine.

The two were on the stone table in the small courtyard, drinking wine and eating roast chicken, chatting and farting.

Fang Han wanted to speak several times and stopped.

The king was anxious for him.

"I, I have something to ask you?"

Fang Han finally couldn't help but say.

"What's the matter?"

The king did not lift up his head.

"I have a friend who met a master who wanted to worship a master as a teacher, but the master patted him on the shoulder three times and left, what do you mean by that?"

Fang Han asked calmly.

I also have a friend, you should be making up stories in Zhihu.

King Sam complained in his heart.

"I don't know if I pat it three times on the shoulder, but I know it when I tap it on the head three times."

Sam said.

Fang Han's eyes brightened suddenly, "What does it mean to pat your head three times?" ”

The wine glass on the stone table of the Sam Dynasty pursed his mouth.

Fang Han immediately understood and poured a glass of wine for King Sam.

After drinking it beautifully, King Sam said: "It's a long story, this is a monkey story......"

Fang Han has been working in the Fang family, and when he heard such a mysterious story as Journey to the West, his eyes were about to pop out.

Heard that the monkey came from an extraordinary background. He was very envious that he was born a slave.

When he heard that the monkey was unrestrained in Huaguo Mountain, he longed for it very much.

Over the years, he has been trapped in the Fang family like a caged bird.

Hearing that the monkey was distressed for immortality, he thought of himself who had always wanted to truly cultivate.

When he heard that the monkey had suffered all the way in order to apprentice, he felt the same way.

When he heard that the monkey was apprenticed, he wanted to learn the real skills, so he refused the Bodhi Ancestor again and again, and he was hit three times on the head, and his expression was very strange.

Why did that Taoist master act so similarly to Bodhi Ancestor?

"How smart the monkey is, he quickly figured out that three times is the meaning of the three watches, and when he went to find the Bodhi Ancestor during the third watch, the ancestor was really waiting for him, so from that day on, the monkey embarked on the path of cultivation, and soon learned to somersault clouds, seventy-two changes ......"

King Sam kept talking until the monkey made a big fuss about the heavenly palace before stopping.

"And then, what happened?"

Fang Han asked anxiously, just like those readers who couldn't see the following because the author suddenly broke off.