What should I do? You Shifang felt bitter, he knew a way, but he didn't want to use it. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Still not leaving?" the old man was furious again.

You Shifang gritted his teeth, took out another three hundred taels of silver tickets, respectfully handed it to the old man and said, "Please take me as an apprentice, I want to follow you to learn the talisman Dao." ”

With a wave of his sleeves, the old man said with a smile: "You kid is still on the top, so for the sake of the face of these three hundred taels of silver tickets, he can barely accept you as an apprentice for three months?"

"Three months, three months, you charge me three hundred taels?" You Shifang said angrily, he really hated itchy, he exchanged his life for this money, and before he could enjoy it, he was deceived by the old man for six hundred taels.

"Why didn't you change it to a smaller silver ticket in the first place? It's all a silver ticket of one hundred and one taels, how good is a silver ticket of ten taels. You Shifang thought to himself, he was very suspicious, if he took three silver tickets of ten taels, this old man would also let himself draw a stroke on the yellow talisman.

The old man squinted at You Shifang, and said disdainfully: "Just three hundred taels, let me teach you for three months, and if I don't do it, then two months." ”

"Don't you care, I'll just say it casually. You Shifang immediately nodded and bowed, there was no way, he was under the eaves and had to bow his head. His heart was itching with hatred at the moment.

"Hmph. The old man snorted coldly. No longer pay attention to You Shifang, You Shifang stands next to him, it is not to go, it is annoying to look at the old man if he does not go.

So the people who went to Qingyang Palace to ask for talismans all saw that next to the old man who had spent more than ten years here, there was a young man with an ordinary face, and the young man was holding a branch in his hand and drawing circles on the ground.

Finally, it was dusk, and there were no pilgrims left in Qingyang Palace, so You Shifang helped the old man clean up the table and talismans, and prepared to follow the old man back to the place where he lived.

"Master, where do we live?" asked You Shifang.

"Master, do you want to count the days from now on? That's fine. The old man said.

You Shifang waved his hand again and again, and hurriedly corrected: "Senior, senior, I made a mistake for a while." Tomorrow starts, tomorrow starts counting. After speaking, he bowed his head and smiled at the old man.

The old man looked at You Shifang's face with a look of contempt. Said: "Where to go? I live in this Qingyang Palace, this Qingyang Palace is opened by me, you say I will go there?"

It turned out that this Qingyang Palace was opened by him, no wonder the incense of Qingyang Palace was so good, but it was so broken, it must be that he was an iron rooster.

Wait, I just saw that there is only one bedroom in this Qingyang Palace, right? I originally thought that the four Taoist priests lived together, but I didn't expect the old man to live with the four Taoist priests and five people, so after adding myself, wouldn't it be six people? Six people in a room?

As Sanwen Qian monk said, You Shifang is a person who eats mutton noodles and does not drink noodle soup, and has suffered poverty, but has not suffered hardship. The hardest days should be when he was taken away by Old Man Su and traveled day and night. But at that time, he either slept in the wilderness or lived in a room with Old Man Su. I haven't slept in a bunk, and I've never slept in a room with six rough men.

How can there be a person who learns to learn things and does not endure hardships, You Shifang comforts himself like this.

When You Shifang was thinking nonsense, I saw four Taoist priests walk in, and now the place where You Shifang and the old man are is the place where the Qingyang Palace puts sundries, the old man's table and chairs, talisman pens and yellow talisman paper are all in this room, and in the corner of the room, there are a large number of Taoist books.

The four Taoist priests bowed respectfully to the old man, and then they all took off their robes, hung their robes in the house, and the four "Taoist priests" walked out of Qingyang Palace together.

"Where are they going?" asked the old man.

"Go home. The old man's answer was simple.

In an instant, You Shifang figured it out, blaming himself for having too strong preconceived notions. I thought that the Taoist priest wearing the Taoist robe in the Taoist temple was the Taoist. It turns out that there are no Taoist priests in this bullshit Qingyang Palace at all! No wonder those three Taoist priests will stand at the door, in the main hall, and in the courtyard, because there are merit boxes there!

You dare to take the money of the gods! Sooner or later, you will get retribution!

Although You Shifang secretly scolded the old man in his heart, he immediately rejoiced when he thought that he didn't have to live with six rough men.

At night, You Shifang fetched water from the well in the temple, and brought it to the old man to wash his feet, which he learned when he followed Old Man Su, and now he can reach out and come, without the old man opening his mouth.

The old man accepted it calmly, stretched out a pair of black feet for You Shifang to wash, and You Shifang almost vomited out the two steamed buns he ate at night. It's so smoky.

"Senior, you haven't told me what to call you, you can't even know your name!" You Shifang asked tentatively when he washed his feet, for fear that the old man would have something wrong, so the pair of stinky feet kicked him in the face.

The old man was silent for a long time, and finally said, "For the three-month master-apprenticeship period, you call me master." After three months, you can call me whatever you want, and as for my name, you just need to know my surname Shang. ”

"Shang senior, as the saying goes, one day as a teacher, a lifetime as a father. I'll call you master in the future, okay?" You Shifang said while washing the old man's feet.

The old man glanced at You Shifang and said, "One hundred taels of silver a month, I'll let you call me master, don't call me if you don't have money." ”

"Then I might as well worship money as a teacher. You Shifang said in his heart.

Without discussing the name of the master and apprentice with You Shifang, the old man lay down on the bed, put his feet under his nose and sniffed them, as if to test whether You Shifang had washed his feet cleanly.

You Shifang cleaned up a vacant lot on the floor of the bedroom, found a broken mattress, and wanted to lay on the ground.

"Why are you sleeping on the ground?" asked the old man surnamed Shang.

You Shifang thought to himself, there is only one bed in the whole bedroom, can I sleep with you if I don't sleep on the ground? You Shifang is even more convinced of laying the floor.

"I said, why do you sleep on the floor of my room, did I let you sleep in my room?" said the old man.

You Shifang finally couldn't suppress it, and said angrily: "The entire Qingyang Palace is only one bedroom, you don't let me sleep here, can't I sleep in the main hall?"

"Yes. Old man Shang nodded, and said to You Shifang with a serious face: "Recently, there have been thieves in this area, I'm afraid that someone will steal the real martial arts statue, so you can go to sleep in the main hall." ”

"Why don't you say that there are thieves who will steal sesame oil money?" You Shifang definitely didn't believe that someone would come to steal the real martial arts statue. The old man simply wanted to toss and travel in all directions.

"Hey, hey, I took out the sesame oil money from the merit box a long time ago, and it's safe now. ”

“。。。 ”

The cold moon was bleak, and an ever-bright lamp stood in front of the statue of Zhenwu, and You Shifang looked at the three-person-tall statue of the Emperor Zhenwu beside him, and smiled helplessly. The evil way of the world is dangerous, and today I can be regarded as knowing.

The flame of the ever-bright lamp swayed slightly, and the person under the lamp gradually fell asleep.

The next day, before dawn, one foot kicked You Shifang out of his sleep, covering his aching thighs, You Shifang asked in a daze: "It's so early, senior, it's not dawn yet?"

"Hmph," another kick was kicked on You Shifang's thigh, You Shifang screamed, only to hear Old Man Shang say in an unkind tone: "Who is your senior? I am your master! Get up and work for me, don't be lazy for me." ”

"Yes, master!" You Shifang knew that his hard life had begun.

Where can anyone learn the ability to do things without enduring hardships? You Shifang comforted himself like this.

But these days are really bitter!

(PS: The style of writing chapters of daily life is different from the chapters of important plot directions, and the point I hold now is that "there are usually laughs, there are highlights in fights, the plot is clearer, and the pit is deeper.") "I think that's my style. Isn't reading novels just reading these, I hope you like it. ）