Storytelling is a boring act to amuse everyone in your spare time, and you can't do anything because of your leg injury, so you can only pass the time by shaking your lips and drumming your tongue. Every three days, I had to go to the trouble to change my medication for more than a month, until the injured muscles healed. I didn't take a shower for a month because of my leg injury, I just simply wiped my body, which made me smell more and more. The next few days were really a bit too stinky, and I couldn't smell it myself, so I had to eat some stinky tofu durian or something to cover myself up.

I sat in the potato patch, still scurrying around me with all sorts of little bugs, probably my behemoth blocking their way. I leaned against the delicate branches of the trees, looking at the sun that was about to disappear on the horizon. I watched the sunset for a moment, until the last glimmer of light disappeared before I patted my ass back.

On my way back, I passed by the Thousand Water House, fetched a bucket of water from the well and drank it all, and the hungry and thirsty appearance was like a big buffalo returning from the desert, which stunned the disciples passing by. I've long been accustomed to the way people surprise me, and I can always scare people when I was a child, whether intentionally or not. I remembered that my father once said that only ghosts are scary, and only those who have ghosts in their hearts will be frightened.

Thinking of this, I held Gujing alone and giggled.

Suddenly, the Hundred Beast Bell of the Valley of Despair was rung three times, implying that all the disciples of the Valley of Despair had gathered in the martial arts field. Together with the disciples who poured out of the Thousand Water Room, I hurried towards the martial arts training ground. Everyone chattered while hurrying in a panic, you must know that the Hundred Beast Bell is rarely ringed, and I have heard it a few times when I am so old, so everyone acquiesces that there must be something big in the valley as soon as the Hundred Beast Bell rings.

In the martial arts training field, the disciples of the Valley of Despair stood in an orderly manner according to the department they belonged to and saluted their master. I often see Master on weekdays, so I don't feel anything, and the big salutes are quite casual. But these disciples are different, most of them may not be able to see the valley master once a year, this time they are naturally very respectful, and their waists are almost on the ground.

Master was dressed in white, but the access was pale pink. He held a folding fan in his hand, stepped on a small light gong and flew to the high platform around the martial arts field, and stood fluttering on the viewing platform.

Master asked, "Have you all arrived?"

The main wind of the West Hall, who was standing next to him, replied: Yes, there are many people.

Master said, "Let's start."

Feng made a salute and announced to everyone: The North Hall Master of the Ruthless Valley has been vacant for a long time, and in order to give all the disciples a fair chance to compete, the Valley Master will accept registration from today for a period of three days.

The martial arts field was full of cheers.

Feng continued: But the position of the hall master can not be tarnished by ordinary people, you need to weigh yourself, and do not sign up recklessly.

Everyone was deflated all of a sudden, and the content was nothing more than who was qualified and who was not. One of the disciples asked loudly in a loud voice: Then what do we need to do after we finish registering?

Feng was about to answer, but the master opened his mouth first: kill.

Everyone gasped in unison.

The man asked again, "Who are you killing?" and ask the valley lord to explain it.

Master said, "Kill your competitors first, and then kill those who Xue didn't kill, so that you still have a life......

The disciples were in an uproar, and when everyone heard that they needed to kill the people who the previous North Hall Master had not killed, their hearts suddenly stopped. There is no doubt about the strength of the snow, no one is confident that it will be better than the snow by a few points, since even the snow can't kill the people, where is the sacred?

Of course, my focus is slightly different.

I shouted: We are not going to kill each other for the broken position of the hall master.

Master looked at me with amusement and said, "Oh, is it you or you?"

I justifiably said: Of course it's us!

But I was immediately slapped in the face by the other disciples: Go aside, it's all your own thoughts, don't want to involve others.

Many disciples echoed the voice.

I was speechless for a while, but in this spring and summer season, I actually felt like ice. I always thought that the people of the Valley of Despair were united and in love, a family living in the barren mountains and mountains, relying on each other's temperature for warmth. Unexpectedly, the position of a hall master lured everyone's demons, and those who were usually amiable tore off their hypocritical masks in an instant, showing sharp fangs, and became hateful.

I suddenly felt a headache and nausea.

Master said, "Three days later, we will have a competition here."

All the disciples held their heads high, raised their swords in their hands and shouted: Yes!

After the meeting ended, I followed behind the master with a small light gong in a daze, bowing my head and not speaking. When I returned to Tongtian Pavilion, the master ignored my intentions and went back to the room on his own. I was obviously angry and sad and in a bad mood, but not only did Master not comfort me, but he actually put on a stinky face that was more stinky than mine.

I didn't want to give up, and followed the house cheekily. I tried to draw attention by coughing, panting, and farting, but it didn't work. So I walked up to the master, changed his clothes respectfully, then licked my lips and said, "Master, there is something unknown about the apprentice."

No one answered.

I muttered something in my heart, and I whispered again: Master?

At the moment, I was very submissive, with my head down, looking directly at the floor.

Master said, "There is a fart to release quickly."

As soon as I heard Master's magnetic voice, I was immediately relieved.

I said, "Master, why do you want the disciples in the valley to compete, this is really cruel."

Master said, "You just practiced martial arts, and you haven't figured it out yet?"

I said, "I can see those who lack heart, but I can't understand Master."

Master said, "You are still young, and it is normal to not understand that being a teacher, and I don't blame you for being a teacher."

I rolled my eyes at the ground.

I complained: The disciples in the valley are like your children, how can you bear to watch them swing their swords at each other.

Master said, "The old man can't give birth to so many children."

I stomped my feet angrily.

Suddenly, Master pulled out his belt and blindfolded me, and I fell into darkness all of a sudden, with a sense of imminence that I was about to be persecuted by the Diao people.

I'm afraid: Master, are you going to punish me again?

The master said, "You have to change your clothes for the teacher, and don't look at it."

I heard the sound of the wind rubbing against the hem of my clothes, and my face turned red, as if it were a drug that would spread, and in a few moments it infected my ears and neck. I was also a big rebel, and all that came to my mind was Master's proud figure, snow-white skin, and that ageless face like a teenager.

Master took off the blindfold for me, as if he had already changed into a set of clothes, but most of Master's clothes are the same, and in my eyes they are all the same.

Master asked, "Shan'er, you are sick, you are blushing like a monkey's ass."

After speaking, he put his hand on my forehead to test it, and muttered in his mouth: This temperature can be used to cook.

I felt a slight coolness coming from the back of Master's hand, like a piece of white jade sticking to my forehead, which made people fascinated.

I couldn't help but murmur: it's so comfortable. I subconsciously took Master's hand with both hands and pressed them to my cheeks. But I suddenly thought that this was Master's hand, and I had just thought about Master and his old man, and now I was holding someone's slender jade hand and refusing to let go, and suddenly I jumped up as if I had been struck by lightning, and I shook off Master's hand and slipped away without looking back.

I rushed back to my room almost like a tornado, locked the doors and windows, threw myself on the bed, and grabbed a pillow and pounded my head. I actually thought about it in front of my master, to be precise, I was a suave young man who played hooligan on an old man...... Pray that my fathers and fathers will spare me for the sake of my youth, ignorance, and my first crime. Come to think of it, you can do anything after being single for a long time.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door, and I trembled with fright, because I was afraid that the master would come back to my senses to settle the score, and second, I was afraid that the ancestor would appear and clean me up.

I asked, "Who?"

The voice of the little junior sister sounded outside, still familiar and cold: It's me, open the door.

A false alarm.

I said, "Ah, little sister...... I'm not feeling well right now, you go back, I'm going to rest.

Yiyi said: Master said that you are sick, so I asked me to invite a doctor.

I asked, "Which doctor?"

A familiar male voice sounded outside the door, and as soon as I heard it, I knew that it was sick.

I only allowed one person to enter the house, and the little sister was turned away by me. Although she was not happy, it didn't matter, and she went back with a pout. When I see that going to illness is like seeing a loved one, when we meet, I ask for a hug.

Go sick and say: What is uncomfortable this time?

I said, "I don't feel well."

He looked at me with strange eyes and said: I can cure any problem, but I can't cure my heart disease.

I said, "What is the use of you?"

I packed up the medical box when I went to the sick, moved to the dining table to drink tea, and ate a few pieces of osmanthus cake. It didn't look like it was coming to see a doctor, but like it was coming for afternoon tea. I simply sat down across from him and ate and drank with him.

Go sick and say: Look at your ruddy complexion and rapid palpitations, isn't spring coming.

I chewed on the osmanthus cake and vaguely replied to him: nonsense, spring is almost over.

Go sick and say: That's strange, this spring is leaving, but some people are starting to think about spring.

As soon as I heard Sichun, I knew that this was hurting me. Osmanthus cake and tea sprayed him in the face. I wiped my mouth and twisted my head to the side in a daze. It's also a good temper to get sick, and if you wash your face, the world will be peaceful.

I looked for a heart-to-heart talk, I touched his hand and asked him if he had a girl he liked.

Ignore the illness.

I said to myself: You often see the disciples in the valley, but you don't fall in love with a certain senior sister or sister at first sight? Let me tell you, if you like it, you must act quickly, otherwise you will see that there are many monks in the valley and there is little porridge, and you will really have to take refuge in Buddhism too late. Don't look at Senior Brother like that, Senior Brother is all for your good!

Go to the sick beckoning: Come on, come on, senior brother, sit closer.

I staggered over to it.

Go to the sick and say: Sichun This is a disease, and it must be cured.

After speaking, he opened the medical box, took out a set of acupuncture needles, spread it out, and put on a professional smirk.

What a good guy, what a bad thing to learn is to study medicine!

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