"Oh, the tea smells so fishy, make a new pot. ”

Xiaobu just looked at Luo Wusheng quietly: Grandma's, does this girl really want to find fault? It's been more than a month, either disgusted that the food he cooked is unpalatable, or disgusted that his tea is unpalatable, and he really wants to hang someone up and teach him a hard lesson, even if she is a woman! But ...... I really want to come to something!

Luo Wusheng saw Xiao Bu looking at himself motionlessly, and naturally knew that this guy was slandering himself in his heart, although she was nearly ten years older than this kid, but this kid should not be too powerful. In addition, when she entered the watch that day, she was also hit by this kid's bamboo stick in her hand, even if it was an unintentional move, and then let her pull her ears and not fight back, but he still didn't let her in, she was definitely a villain who had revenge and did not revenge a gentleman, so Luo Wusheng tore his throat, "Master, master......" The word 'Fu' behind it has not been spoken, and there is no trace of Xiaobu.

In less than a moment, Xiaobu put the freshly brewed tea on the stone table with a stinky face, and when he took away the old teapot, he didn't forget to say: "Master, master, I don't know anything else except the master!"

Thinking about who Luo Wusheng is, the person he can bully is the person who can hear no matter how whispered he is, "What did you say?"

Xiaobu ignored Luo Wusheng and turned around to leave.

Luo Wusheng opened the lid of the pot and sniffed it, and said lazily and arrogantly to Xiaobu: "Stop!" There was an order in his voice, and there was no room for the slightest resistance.

After all, Xiaobu is still a child, his mind is not yet fully mature, hearing Luo Wusheng's voice, the fire that has been suppressed for more than a month has erupted like a volcano at this moment, turned around and glared at Luo Wusheng with angry eyes, and said loudly: "This is already the 1,764th tea, except for the hundred kinds of tea collected by the master of Guanzhong, all the flowers, plants, insects and trees on this Fengqing Mountain and even bird feces, I have already collected them and soaked them for you, if you still feel that the taste is not good, then you can pick and pick them yourself." Today, you just called Shizun, and I won't make you any other tea. And you're embarrassed to hold a grudge? I inadvertently knocked you on a bamboo pole that day, and I didn't see you, which was a subconscious move. If it's really my fault, I'll admit it! I'll apologize to you now, I'm sorry. After saying sorry, Xiaobu's body bowed forward ninety degrees, which can be regarded as completing the apology ceremony. He didn't stop to wait for Luo Wusheng to accept his apology, but continued: "Later, I didn't let you in, and it wasn't that I deliberately embarrassed you. Obviously, you don't remember the name of the master, you don't know the name of the master, and you don't have any tokens, if everyone in the world says that they are the apprentices of the master, I have to let them in, then what is this Fengqingguan still doing with so many formations? If the above punishments do not seem enough in your eyes, then add to this, I have been waiting for you for more than a month. From now on, I won't serve you anymore!" he left Luo Wusheng's line of sight without looking back.

Luo Wusheng looked at Xiao Bu's disappeared figure in great astonishment, and he didn't know whether to be happy or angry: That kid actually dared to use bird feces as tea for me to drink?! This is not the point, the point is that I don't even know the name of the master until now, let alone the name of the master. Well, that's not the point, the most important thing is that I think Xiaobu is definitely the kind of person who is silent and not good at words, no matter how I usually get angry with him and tease him, he always looks like he can't say anything, who knows that this guy said so many things in one breath today, and he still talks the truth. This can only show one situation, this kid deliberately made a stupid appearance to tease her before. Thinking of this, the little abacus in her heart quietly fought.

The sunset takes back the light of today, and the morning light takes away the dark night of yesterday.

Everyone and everything has its own trajectory, no matter how well the abacus is played, what cannot be counted as changing is the unknown in motion, just like the earth, no matter whether the space where Luo Wusheng is now coexists with reality or transcends reality, it cannot escape its own changing trajectory.

Luo Wusheng stretched his long waist and tried to call 'Xiaobu' several times, but no one answered. Yesterday's plan came to mind at the right time: Do you really want to go to the wicked to sue first? Crying, making trouble, and hanging yourself will work for that guy?...... The questions in her heart kept pouring out, but her feet were already standing in front of the door of the meditation room where Ghost-faced Guyu often meditated. Without knowing where to start, Luo Wusheng subconsciously pushed open the door, as if the door had magical power, attracting her to push it open and walk in. "Hey, are you embarrassed? Take a girl of mine to this broken Taoist temple in the barren mountains and mountains, and ignore it for more than a month, are you really sure that you are embarrassed?"

In the meditation room, as far as the eye can see, there is no one. A scarlet wooden table has not lost its charm because of its age, and stands proudly in the middle of the meditation room. Next to the wooden table are two old cushions, clean and independent like two door gods guarding the wooden table. There are three stacks of books on the wooden table, and the three colors distinguish them very clearly, dark red, old brown, and ancient blue. Next to the book is a golden incense burner, and in the furnace is the usual three incense sticks.

Luo Wusheng slowly walked into the room, the room gave people the feeling of quiet, this silence was not because there was no sound, but the atmosphere of the room made people's hearts quiet. Luo Wusheng looked at everything in the meditation room, whether it was the crushed dirt floor or the old and strong walls. She knelt on the cushion and caressed the wooden table, caressing the book, a sense of familiarity arose spontaneously from the depths of her heart, the words on the cover of the book were beautiful and powerful, Luo Wusheng couldn't help but read it softly: "Bright Moon Tianya Song, Wangwu Valley, Feng Qingguan......" Every time she read the title of the book, the familiarity in her heart would deepen a layer, and when she finally read 'Feng Qingguan', the familiarity was so strong that she was a little breathless.

Luo Wusheng shook his head vigorously, his hand quickly left the books, and stood up. The moment she raised her head, a painting appeared in front of her eyes, the painting was the old man she had seen in her dream, the difference was that the person in the painting was black-haired, the old man was white-haired, and the person in the painting was much younger than the old man in terms of face. Take a closer look, it's really a beautiful son, and that handsomeness is not lost to Ye Qingjue and the fifth ink.

"There is no time for panic, worrying about the red dust. The pen --- dust-free. Luo Wusheng tilted his head and looked at the text in the lower left corner, "Why don't you call it Wunian?" It seems that Wunian is more suitable for this sentence than Wuchen. ”