There are no four seasons in the valley, even if the valley is covered in silver, this head is warm and warm.

Fu Qing sometimes thinks that his body is generally extremely cold. Otherwise, when you are outside the valley, every time there is frost and snow, it will be cold to the bones.

One day, Fu Qing held a bamboo branch and gestured in the quiet forest. One move and one style, under the guidance of Fu Cang, it was as powerful as holding a sword.

For a while, among the bamboos, only the sound of thin branches being torn apart and falling leaves being broken was left.

"Good, good! However, although the shallow water strength of your trick is good, you can be confined to a thought, and it is inevitably a little stiff. Fu Cang pointed out the shortcomings pointedly, but there was a smile on his face. When you were young, you were always reluctant to learn martial arts, but this time you came back from outside to open your mind, which is not a good thing. You see, Dad didn't lie to you, if you are willing to learn, it will be a momentum of rapid progress. ”

Fu Qing was silent, but he memorized the old man's words in his mind, and practiced that move again with bated breath.

This time, the broken leaves were like butterflies, but the noisy old man was silent.

Fu Qing Fang felt strange, and when he turned his head, there was still a trace of the old man on the side! She gathered the bamboo branches, and was about to look for the stinky old man, but there was a slight sound a few feet away.

I have to mention that since she practiced martial arts, her sensory organs have really become more acute, and the sound of rustling is leaning towards her, which can't help but make her vigilant.

I saw that the bamboo branch flashed like a knife, and it was about to pierce the living creature that was sneaking under the dead leaves. But that thing was also extremely flexible, not only dodging Fu Qing's strength, but also winding up along the bamboo branches.

"Little thing!"

As soon as Lan Lin emerged from the dead leaves, Fu Qing saw it clearly, and then stopped the attack and climbed up by it.

"Why are you here?"

The little snake would not respond to her, but only happily wrapped around her forearm, very clingy. Fu Qing gently scraped its jaw with his fingertips, and the little snake looked so comfortable that it couldn't even hide six pairs of fangs.

Fu Qing looked at the few pairs of sharp teeth that Lan Lin showed out, and an extremely complicated light flashed in his eyes.

In the evening, Fu Cang brought out a pot of fragrant broth from the stove. The soup is milky white, accompanied by green onions, and the meat is so tender that just one glance will make people's appetite move.

Fu Qing filled two bowls of soup and sprinkled some spices to enhance the flavor. Fu Cang consciously took a bowl, and saw the bottom in the blink of an eye, and didn't forget to smash his mouth after drinking.

"Fresh! Extremely fresh! After drinking, the mouth is fragrant, and the aftertaste is endless. Thinking about the Tang monk meat that is remembered by the demons of everything, if it is boiled into soup and drunk, it will be nothing more than that. ”

"Dad, where did you get the game?"

Fu Qingzhen practiced every day, eating more and more, although he sought knowledge and answers, but the movements in his hands were non-stop.

"Hehe, when you practiced, a stupid roe deer came out of nowhere, and as soon as I saw that dinner was over, I chased after it."

Fu Qing's movements of picking vegetables were slow for a moment, but after all, the desire to keep his stomach was important, so he lowered his eyes and ate silently. Fu Chen eats happily and chews vigorously, he has always been good at this bite, while eating, while persuading,

"Eat quickly, it will be fresh when it cools in a while."

Lan Lin's appearance may not be a good thing for the old man, so Fu Qing put this little thing in her pocket, but she only cares about holding the bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other, and she is too busy to take care of it.

The little thing is not honest at all, and spiritually comes out of its pocket. Along the rosewood legs, it didn't take long for them to get on the table, and they were probably attracted by the pot of broth.

I saw Fu Cang's old face smiling and smiling, and then froze, pointing directly at the uninvited guest on the table, and asked in surprise,

"Where did this little thing come from?"

"Just when I practiced."

Fu Qing looked at him a little speechlessly.

If the old man had been in the forest before, Lan Lin wouldn't have dared to come over, let alone the trick of getting under the fallen leaves, the old man would have been injured by mistake and hammered it flat.

That roe deer came at a good time... Or rather, it's too deliberate...

Turn the tiger away from the mountain.

It seemed that the stupid roe deer was just a bait, and after luring him away, Lan Lin could sneak back to his master's side.

Fu Cang's face was like earth, and the mountain fresh in his mouth became tasteless for a while, and he felt in a trance that he was the real stupid roe deer.

The sun is rising, the sun is setting, the days are passing day by day, and Fu Cang seems to be getting sicker day by day.

"Moss white, qi stagnation, heavy pulse." Fu Qing let go of his hand from the old man's veins and said sickly, "Dad, you have eaten too many fried beans." ”

"It hurts Lao Tzu to death."

Fu Cang was lying on the bed sickly, unable to even speak. It seems to be ten years old again, and it looks like he is dying.

Fu Qing carefully put away the cloth bag where the silver needles were placed, and sighed,

"Since the day I said I was going down the mountain, you either had an unbearable toothache, or you sprained yourself with medicine, your face was abnormal, your hair was yellow, and you changed your pattern every day."

"Going down the mountain, it's not for that person." The old man, who was clearly sick and lying on the bed in front of him, and was mourning again and again, instantly became alive and looked at her and said angrily. "It's been a year, and you still can't forget that stinky boy."

"If it weren't for me, he wouldn't have been bitten by the dragon dragon, and the pain of retrograde meridians would recur every year," Fu Qing pursed his lips, and his eyes turned to the side, but his words were very firm, "I will definitely get the dragon grass, and I owe it to him." ”

"Both brothers and sisters are as stubborn as cows! Lao Tzu's words have never been heard! Fu Cang's eyes were red with anger, and he angrily tore through the fluffy futon and wrapped his whole body in it. The voice that came from the futon was muffled, with some children's temperament, "Let's go, the old man won't live long, I can't control you, my wings are hard, fly!" Fly! ”

Fu Qing listened to his angry words, and his heart was extremely uncomfortable.

"Daddy," she patted the bulging futon and softened her voice, "will you come down the mountain with me?" ”

Fu Qing saw that the lump stopped shaking, and knew that there was a play, so he continued to persuade him,

"Dad, since you have tried your best to pass on my kung fu, isn't it a waste to compare and contrast with different people? But I'm wandering alone, and you can't let go of your heart, so it's better for you to take me to wander and see the world. As for Foggy Bottom... I see that Senior Brother Fu Chen is often worried in his heart, let's look for him, let him come back and watch! ”

The futon pondered for half a second, then stretched out a gray head. Fu Cang's eyebrows were full of wrinkles, and he asked with extreme disgust,

"Just want to get out?"

"Dad," Fu Qing raised his eyebrows and hypothetically, "if you are in your youth, but you are trapped in this valley for the rest of your life, are you willing or not?" ”

"It's not entirely unreasonable." Fu Cang crossed his legs, sat up from the bed, touched his gray beard, and thought about it seriously, "But you have to make an appointment with Dad for three chapters." ”

"You say."

"First, you must follow your father honestly, and you can't run away secretly."

"No problem."

"Second, don't go to that kid Fu Ning again."

Fu Qing frowned almost inaudibly,

"But I'll have to rid him of the poison."

"The antidote is ready, just send someone to send it." Fu Cang was particularly insistent in this matter, "Anyway, you can't go and see him. ”

"Okay then." Fu Qing couldn't screw him, so he had to let go and agree. "And the third?"

"Keep it a secret for now."