My name is Wang Dao, the king of "the old Wang Xie Tang Qianyan", the Tao of "Tao Ke Dao, very Dao".

I am 20 years old and live in Wangjia Village. I am the second oldest in my family's generation, so I have a very popular and dedicated nickname, Wang Xiaoer. You can call me the second master, or the Taoist master, anyway, just remove the small characters.

My education is a master's degree in foreign philosophy at Yongcheng University, and you should guess that I must be a genius when you look at my age.

In fact, I thought so when I was a kid, and I always thought I was unique. I can't say where this uniqueness came from. But I'm not really a genius. I was able to graduate with a master's degree in foreign philosophy from Yenching University at the age of 20 because of hard work – that is, loss of hair.

Luckily, I had a lot of hair, and even though I lost a lot of it, I still didn't show any signs of baldness. Recently, I used to be a lecturer at a third-rate university, and I wrote poems and played the piano every day in my spare time.

But just yesterday, my grandfather called me and told me to go home and inherit the family property? Don't tease me, okay? It's just such an old mansion, is there any antique? Aside from the attic that I never let in, there was something I hadn't been to when I was a kid. Could it be that grandpa has read a web novel recently?

But that's it, after all, it's my grandfather. Since Grandpa made this joke with me, then there is a reason. Maybe my grandfather misses me. I'll just go back and play with him.

Speaking of my grandfather, although he has always been very good to me, I always find him very strange.

He kept telling me that he had never been to school and had no education, so he told me to study hard. But he has a special temperament, or charm, and the people in the village look for him for anything. They also called him the Ninth Master, which sounded like he used to be mixed with society.

You said that I also asked you to call me the second master, and I am also a mixed society. Can that be the same? And did I ask you to call you? Right?

Without further ado, it's time for me to get in the car. Blowing too much makes me feel like a tease. Although I also have a funny heart, I still have to maintain my demeanor no matter how I am a teacher.

Speaking of getting on the bus, I regret that I didn't learn to drive back then, and now I can only squeeze the bus with people. It was still more than two hours to get home from school, and this way made my weak body very devastated.

After getting off the bus, I still need to go up the mountain. Wangjia Village, how can it be worthy of such a majestic name if it is not on the mountain.

I bought a few bottles of liquor for my grandfather on the street. Then I went to town and ordered a motorcycle. I noticed that when I said that I was going to "Wangjia Village", the people around me all showed strange looks. But I didn't pay much attention to it, just rushed to the motorcyclist to drive up the mountain.

Sitting on the motorcycle, I began to reminisce about some of the things I had when I was a child. It's purely my personal habit. I love reflection and I love to reminisce.

Just when I was caught in my personal world and couldn't extricate myself, the motorcycle master in front of me asked: "Young man, I think you are a local from that Wangjia Village?" ”

I patiently and politely replied, "Yes, master, is it a long one?" ”

The motorcycle master said: "I heard that a little strange thing happened in your Wangjia Village in the past two days, saying that someone came out at night, and then saw a piece of clothing, as if he had been evil, and the wolf howled in the village for more than an hour, and his throat was roaring and bleeding." In the end, it was the ninth master in your village who led someone to knock him out and send him to the hospital. This matter is going to spread in our town. ”

"Ninth Master?" I thought to myself, isn't this my grandfather's nickname? Could it be that grandpa called me back because of this? But what age is it, and we have to believe in Marxism. Where else is there anything that is not evil, it is estimated that there is a mental illness, right?

I smiled and said, "Master, then you have heard this, you still dare to run to our Wangjia Village." Aren't you afraid of being evil? ”

"I'm afraid?" The motorcycle master seemed to have heard something funny, and said nonchalantly: "When Lao Tzu was as old as you, he was mixed with society, and Lao Tzu was afraid of a Chun Chuan." Lao Tzu still wants to see what this monster looks like. Believe it or not, when Lao Tzu saw it, Lao Tzu directly beat it so that he couldn't even recognize it. ”

"I believe it, I believe it, but your information is not reliable. Why didn't I hear my family talk to me? I said with a smile.

"That must be a very reliable Sa, anyway, there are still ten minutes to drive, and I will fight with you in the Dragon Gate Formation." Early this morning in the town, a lot of young people came to you on motorcycles, saying that they were going on an adventure. You also know that these times are too peaceful. We, the common people, want to have some fun when we are full, so everyone wants to come over and see it when it is a little lively. ”

"Then why don't you go and see it too?" I said with a smile on my face, I still didn't believe his words.

"Me?" The motorcycle master suddenly turned his head to look at me, his withered yellow face was full of traces of being ravaged by the wind and rain, "I am in my thirties, old and young, I went to see the lively one to earn money to support the family." ”

I looked at him turning his head, I was shocked, and hurriedly said, "I said master, you brag and brag, you still see Lusa." I don't want to die young yet. ”

The master turned his head to look at the road ahead, and said, "You're afraid of a kushi." Lao Tzu has been driving for so many years, and he has never had an accident. You say I'm bragging? Well, you don't believe what I'm saying. After saying that, the master turned his head to look at me again.

I quickly shook my head and said, "Master, I believe it." You're still looking at Haro. ”

"Hmph", the master turned his head again and said, "I know that you still don't believe what I say, anyway, when you get home and ask your family, you will know." Am I going to let you go? You don't get me any good. ”

"Yes, yes, yes. Master, you're right, you're coming, right? Master, hurry up, my grandfather and they are probably in a hurry. I said as I looked at the exit that was gradually appearing between the two hills in front of me.

"What the hell are you panicking? I can't fly. Although the master said so, he still steadied the handlebars of the motorcyclist and accelerated over.

When you pass through this exit, you will see a bunch of white-walled houses, mostly two-storey, and a few three-storey. But my home is not here, and I have to walk some way down to get there.

I got off the motorcycle, paid the money to the master, and carried my things and prepared to go down.

"Xiao Er is back?" I turned around and saw that it was Uncle Wang Guohua, so I replied with a smile, "Yes." Uncle Guohua, are you back too? "Uncle Wang Guohua has been serving as a soldier outside all the year round, and now he is serving in the Sichuan-Chongqing Military Region, an officer and a regiment commander, so it stands to reason that there is no time to come back during this period.