When the drunkard Li Chaokuan came out of the house, he carried a small bag, and his wife came out with his little grandson, smiling and laughing

Zeng Qingping said hello. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe beautiful woman in the past has been mercilessly carved with wrinkles on her face.

Zeng Qingping answered, and walked out of the courtyard with Li Chaokuan one after the other and went home.

It was nearly ten o'clock in the evening, the temperature had dropped slightly, and most of the villagers who had been choked by the heat had already fallen asleep. Summer nights are actually very lively, except for the occasional dog barking in the open, the grass at the root of the wall and the lingering insect chirping, and the sound of frogs in the fields.

The moon hangs in the sky, the silver light spreads down, trees, courtyards, melon racks, firewood piles, and even fields and mountains near the water and far away, all quietly bathed in the clear light. There are fireflies fluttering and coiling, like stars falling to the ground, and the stars in the sky are even more sparse. There is a faint light flickering in the northern sky from time to time, it is the "dragon god" moving, it seems that the weather will change, maybe there will be rain in the next few days.

The two walked in a gloomy manner, and no one made a sound. They have no intention of appreciating the sounds of nature and the beauty of moonlit nights.

The two houses are less than two miles apart, and they will arrive in about ten minutes. Zeng Fanxing was still alone in a daze in the courtyard, and when he saw the drunkard and his father coming in, he was obviously stunned for a moment before he stood up and said hello:

"Uncle Kuan is a rare guest, how can he have time to come? It's almost midnight and it's so hot, sit down and rest

Yes. ”

"While it's cool at night, I'll come and see the spring girl." The drunkard replied.

Mr. Lao Shu said to his son: "You go ahead, go and open the door, and let Uncle Kuan help Chun Yanzi take a look." “

The drunkard was apparently invited by his father. Zeng Fanxing was surprised: When will this drunken maniac see a doctor? But he didn't say anything, and busily led the way, walked to the door of the left earroom, and opened it.

There was no light in the room, and at first glance it was a blurry black shadow except for a small patch of ground shining through the window lattice. Zeng Fanxing crossed the threshold with the door frame, polished the match with a "snort", and lit the small oil lamp on the windowsill.

The dim light dimmed, and I could barely see the furnishings in the room. The furnishings are extremely simple, one table, one stool and one bed. The stool was next to the table, the table was against the inner wall, a new shelf bed was placed on the window side, and on the floor at the head of the bed sat the crazy Zeng Mengchun, his feet locked to the foot of the bed by an iron chain.

Zeng Mengchun, who was shocked, turned his head to stare at the door, stood up tigerly, raised his left foot, and walked to walk, when there was a sound of "bang-la-la", his body leaned forward, and he fell heavily to the ground, which seemed to be able to splash dust.

Zeng Fanxing was so distressed that he convulsed, and hurriedly stepped forward and squatted down to help, but was ruthlessly pushed away by Zeng Mengchun, staggered back a few steps, and almost sat on the ground.

The drunkard who was standing at the door stretched out his hand to stop Mr. Lao Shu, who was about to step into the house, and after coldly beckoning Zeng Fanxing in the house to come out, he crossed the threshold and entered the house, but he was blocking the door and did not go inside.

Zeng Mengchun struggled to stand up, raised his legs and pounced forward, "bang" and "plop" fell down again, and only after three times did he stand on the edge of the bed and no longer tried to walk forward. Just wheezing and gasping and staring at the drunkard with fiery eyes.

The dim light shone on his unkempt face, and blood was dripping from the corners of his nose and mouth, looking hideous and terrifying. The drunkard was unmoved, his eyes were staring at him, and the two eyes silently clashed, as if they could burst into sparks.

Mr. Lao Shu's father and son who were standing outside the door and Zeng Liu's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law who had just come over all felt a palpitating cold, and they were all like cicadas, and they didn't even dare to come out.

For a full quarter of an hour, Zeng Mengchun retreated, avoided his gaze, shook his head, and sat back on the ground with a bent body, only to see the drunkard take a step forward and shout:

"Who told you to sit down? Stand up for me! “

Zeng Mengchun twisted and pinched, and stood up slowly. The drunkard shouted again:

"Do you know me, beast?"

Zeng Mengchun bowed his head and did not answer. The drunkard rebuked:

"Raise your head and reply to me, do you recognize me?"

Zeng Mengchun raised his head and said in a voice completely different from his usual voice:

"I know you. We don't interfere with the water of the well, so why should you meddle?"

"Evil animal, since you know me, you should get out of here, don't you have to force me to do it?"

Zeng Mengchun stretched out his hand and slammed it on his face for a while, smeared the blood on the corners of his mouth and chin all over his face, and muttered in a low voice with some lack of confidence:

"Hmph, I'm not a hundred-legged dragon (centipede), what can you do with a little long-singing captain (rooster)?"

"Good! You evil beast has to see the coffin and not shed tears, and force me to do it, then let you see Lao Tzu's methods. “

After the drunkard finished speaking, he opened the bag in his hand, took out a small wine bottle, unscrewed the lid, and drank half of it in one sip with his head up. Turning his head, he instructed Zeng Fanxing: "Fanxing, you go and fetch a bowl of water and come over to me." “

Zeng Fanxing and a few people were already dumbfounded, and when they heard the order, they hurriedly went to the kitchen to fill a bowl of well water, and the drunkard had already taken out a few pieces of rune paper from his bag, pasted one on the door, one on the window and one at the head of the bed, and then took the water bowl, lit the last one with an oil lamp, and burned it in the water bowl. Then he took out a hemp rope and a scraper from his bag to make paint, handed the hemp rope to Zeng Fanxing, and then walked up to Zeng Mengchun, pointed at him with a scraper and shouted:

"Beast, stretch out your hand!"

Zeng Mengchun's eyes showed fear, and he slowly stretched out his hands, and the drunkard asked Zeng Fanxing to tie it tightly with hemp rope, only to see his right hand stretched out like lightning, supporting Zeng Mengchun's chin, pinching and picking, Zeng Mengchun's mouth "ho ho" sounded, but his mouth was wide open but he couldn't close it.

The drunkard asked Zeng Fanxing to hug him tightly, and asked Mr. Lao Shu to come in and grab his hair to make him lean back, then took the water bowl on the windowsill, poured a bowl of Fu gray water into his mouth, and after he swallowed it all, he reached out and stuck his chin and pinched and pushed, restoring his bite function.

Zeng Mengchun was choked by the water and rolled his eyes, coughing and wheezing. The drunkard told the two to let go of their hands, only to see him staggered to the ground as if he had been pulled out of his backbone, and he inhaled "hiss".

"Untie the ropes from his hands, remove the chains from his feet, carry him to the bed, wipe his face, and let him sleep well."

The drunkard commanded while wiping the beads of sweat from his head and face.

After this toss, the drunkard was already sweating profusely, took out the wine bottle in his bag, and raised his head to drink it all in one gulp.

In the house, Zeng Liu hurriedly brought clean water, sobbing and crying while carefully wiping the blood stains on his son's face. Zeng Mengchun closed his eyes, except for the sweaty wheezing and wheezing, motionless, letting his mother wash and wipe it.

After changing three basins of water, he finally wiped his face clean, and in just two or three days, his son was so thin that he lost his shape, and Zeng Liu couldn't stop his tears. She went out to find clean clothes and pants, and asked Fan Xing to help him take off his soaked dirty clothes and pants, try them on with a towel, and then help him put them on.

The drunkard kept standing at the head of the bed, looking at Zeng Mengchun, whose breathing was getting more and more gradual and falling asleep, and took out a small black pill from his bag, stuffed it into his mouth, and then ordered everyone to go out, and after everyone went out, he closed the door with his hand.

After about a quarter of an hour, the drunkard opened the door and came out with a small bag. Mr. Lao Shu had already set up a small table in the courtyard under the moonlight, on the table was a plate of peanuts, a plate of watercress mustard, a large bowl of poached eggs and a pot-bellied blue and white wine jug.

Mr. Lao Shu hurriedly refilled another cup and said humbly:

"I'm tired of you, drink a few more cups to relieve your fatigue."

"That evil beast is not shallow, it really took my boss's strength, alas, it is also old, how can it be like this when you are young?" The drunkard laughed.

At this time, a person came in the courtyard, and several people turned their heads to look, and it was not very clear in the moonlight. Still Fan Xing's eyes were sharp, and he shouted: "Uncle Shanzhong." “

When I got closer, I saw clearly, the cow-nose shorts and single gown, shaking the broken fan, it was really Chen Shanzhong in the courtyard next door. Mr. Lao Shu got up to greet him, Zeng Fanxing hurriedly pulled over to the table and sat down, and then turned back to the room to bring dishes and chopsticks. Chen Shanzhong tried his best to refuse, where did he win the young people? I couldn't help but say that I poured a cup.

"It's a rare coincidence, so you don't have to be polite (polite). Why can't you sleep at this time of the night? Mr. Lao Shu said.

"People can't sleep when they are old and can't sleep, listen to the noise here and come and see. Hey, Chaokuan is willing to come over tonight? Chen Shanzhong said.

The drunkard "squeaked" another cup, picked up a few peanuts, and said with a smile:

"To treat Chun Yanzi, of course, you have to be at night."

"Yikes! You're a drunkard, you're hiding deeply! More than sixty, right? has been silent for decades, and it is a trick to make a move! “

"It's not that I'm hiding deeply, but I didn't need it before, with Master Yang in charge, I'll join in the fun?"

"Not the truth. I know Master Yang's ability, even if he is there, he may not be able to cure Chun Yanzi's disease, you can cure it, you are only stronger than him, not weaker. “

"Don't hold it, I'm not wearing a top hat, I'm afraid of fighting. The three-catty chicken woman said to herself, and she knew how many catties and taels she had. And the outcome of this matter is still uncertain, don't blow it around. “

Hearing what the drunkard said, Zeng Fanxing, who was sitting opposite, relaxed his heart sank again, and asked carefully: "Uncle Kuan, my brother is sick ...... him?"

Before he could finish speaking, the drunkard interrupted: "You don't have to worry about Chun Yanzi, it's useless to worry." I have already told your grandfather Lao Tzu that it is a poisonous snake that entangles the spring lady, the Tao is very deep, I am not strong enough, I can't drive it away for a while, I can only seal it in his body first, and then slowly try to try it in the future. As for how good it will be, he will know when he wakes up. “

He stood up, drank all the soju in the cup in front of him, and blurted out:

"Brother Chen, you're late, my business is done, the food is eaten, the wine is drunk, the body is tired, the eyes are sleepy, I have to sleep when I go home, so I will not accompany you for the time being."

Grabbing the small bag on the chair, the drunkard lifted his leg and left. This is a manifestation of his slight drunkenness, regardless of it, he acts willfully, maybe the classic quote will come out of his mouth.

Looking at his somewhat shaky body, everyone laughed. Mr. Lao Shu hurriedly followed him and grabbed him and said:

"It's hard for you to come here in the middle of the night, how can you leave like this?" Twisting and shouting to Zeng Liu, who was standing at the door, "Old woman, bring the things quickly!" “

The drunkard said, "Something? I don't want things to be things anymore, I just want north and south. Oh, by the way, you have to get some, mother, grandpa, a liter of fragrant rice. This is the inheritance, the rules of the master, the old sister-in-law put a liter of rice for me, and the rest is exempt. ”

Mr. Lao Shu didn't even say no. The drunkard grinned and said, "Brother, the two of us have been playing together for decades, and you are still polite to me?" Think about it, do you remember that moonless night on the mountain? It was a night when the moon was dark and the wind was high, but I became drunk and lying in the thatched hut listening to the rooster's crowing, old brother, brother is only in this life, and he is a passerby in the next life! Bring the fragrant rice, and I'm leaving. “

Stretched out his hand to take Zeng Liu's cloth bag, put the red envelopes and candy in her arms, took the cloth bag containing a liter of white rice, and staggered out of the yard.

The people in the courtyard all smiled rarely. Only Mr. Lao Shu stood in the courtyard in a daze, muttering to himself: "The moon is dark and the wind is high on the murderous night, drunk and lying in the thatched hut listening to the rooster ......"

Zeng Fanxing knew that his father was stunned again, so he didn't care about him, and hurried to catch up with the drunkard. After all, he is old, and he has become an old playboy after drinking, and he will be in trouble if he falls along the way.

The news spread in the village the next day.

The drunkard in his sixties has a unique skill, and his skills are higher than that of Master Yang. This made the villagers of Xinghua Village fiercely surprised.

Zeng Mengchun came out a few days later, but it was far from everyone's expectations.

He is no longer manic, quiet and well-behaved. He walks softly, slowly, and silently like a cat. Laugh when you see people, regardless of gender, staring at you, no beads, no sound, just smiling, baby-like ethereal and clean. You don't want to find out the reason for his laughter from his face. And he doesn't talk anymore, he doesn't say anything, he only laughs at you, including his parents and family. It's as if he's a mute who can't speak, but he can still understand what you tell him to do.

Eat when you should eat, sleep when you should sleep, and do farm work. It's just that his hands and feet are very slow when he works, and he is warmer than his father, Mr. Lao Shu, and it makes people panic when they look at it. There is also a daze, if no one calls him, he can be nailed to the ground like a stake, standing motionless for a long time.

In short, he is a different person, and he is completely different from the original him.

Mr. Lao Shu privately approached the drunkard, who was not drunk at the time, and said to him apologetically: "This can only be the case at present, and this result is not the worst." I told you at the beginning that I have limited skills and cannot kill or exorcise the snake demon. Only by finding a master and expelling the snake demon can Chun Yanzi fully recover. “

But where to find a master these days? Masters are often available but not sought, and it seems that they can only wait slowly. Mr. Lao Shu looked at the sky helplessly and lamented: What did I do in my previous life? Why does the heavens treat me like this?