When the afterglow of summer shone on the eaves of the Zhenwei Mountain Temple, the dilapidated statue of the god enshrined on the altar in the mountain temple suddenly shook, and then I saw the statue slowly move to the right, and finally in the center of the altar, where the mountain god was originally sitting, a hole the size of a face plate appeared. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

When the statue stopped moving, and the hole in the platform was fully revealed, a slightly thin boy slowly emerged from the hole.

The first thing that appeared at the entrance of the cave was a thick black curly hair, and then a pair of large bright eyes were seen revealing the entrance to the cave. At this time, I saw those big eyes carefully look around, and found that all around were empty, without any threat, and then the whole head slowly poked out of the hole. After both shoulders were exposed to the hole, he stretched out his hands and pressed them on the edge of the hole, and then his whole body jumped out of the hole and stood on the altar.

Yellow skin, thick eyebrows and big eyes, square face, the bridge of the nose is not very high, but the tip of the nose has flesh, and the whole body is slightly thin This is Hu Qiong, his first impression is a typical Dakang person's appearance.

But if you only look at his black and lush curly hair, it seems to have the blood of the Western Regions, because only the people of the Western Regions are born with natural curls, and the natives of Dakang have straight hair.

The typical physiognomy of the Dakang people, coupled with the curly hair suspected to be of Western Regions origin, constitutes Hu Qiong's distinctive appearance, which according to the old saying is that perhaps Hu Qiong is an excellent hybrid breed.

Since Lao Dao passed away, Hu Qiong has become more and more fond of staying in the tunnel, eating, drinking, and sleeping, and everything is solved in the tunnel. This one is because there are too many traces of living with Lao Dao in the entire mountain temple, which is not very obvious to Lao Dao before his death, but once this person leaves, he will inevitably touch the scene.

There is also a reason that there are ventilation holes in the tunnel under the mountain temple, and there are boiling water, dry food, quilts, and lamps inside.

Lao Dao passed away last year, and today is just one anniversary, Hu Qiong is ready to wait until Sister Feng arrives to go to Lao Dao's grave to pay respects.

For the people of Panlong Town, death is like a light going out. Since everyone is dead, why do you still toss so much, so few people came to pay tribute in the first seven days after Lao Dao's death, and now it is the anniversary festival, and no one can remember it. In the entire Panlong Town, maybe only Hu Qiong and Sister Feng can remember that Lao Dao has passed away for a year today.

Lifting the basket containing the sacrifice from the tunnel, and seeing the wine jug in the basket, Hu Qiong couldn't help but think of the days when she lived with Lao Dao.

For a long time, Lao Dao did not let Hu Qiong call his father or master, whether it was a stinky old man, a dead Taoist, or a bull nose, this Lao Dao gladly accepted it, so Hu Qiong's title to Lao Dao was an old man.

Although Lao Dao squinted most of the time with a pair of presbyopia eyes and looked groggy, if he came back after winning money in the casino or Sister Feng came, he would still take advantage of his happiness to pull Hu Qiong to him, teach Hu Qiong to read and write, teach the emperor's mind, the way of the ministers, and dissect human nature.

The more she knew about Lao Dao's past, the more superficial Hu Qiong found that her understanding of Lao Dao was more superficial, just like seeing flowers in a fog, obviously feeling that she had a certain understanding of him, but in a blink of an eye, she found that she was completely wrong before.

Every time after success, Lao Dao will change his vest and start over again, and he has changed his appearance a lot, even he himself has forgotten what his original name was, let alone Hu Qiong, which also led to the fact that Lao Dao did not leave his place of origin, name and so on on the inscription after his death. The stele is simply engraved with these big characters: Here is buried a Taoist priest who brought disaster to the country and the people. That's an epitaph.

Although the old way of education is sometimes based on pictures and truths, and will give examples, most of the time is to force his knowledge to Hu Qiong, and how much he can master and understand depends on Hu Qiong's creation.

There is no one to compare around, and Lao Dao is only responsible for teaching but not commenting, so Hu Qiong doesn't know what he has mastered, and whether he already has the talent of the champion.

Lao Dao's only specious comment was two years ago, when Hu Qiong occasionally saw the six arts of a gentleman described in a book, and asked Lao Dao curiously why he didn't teach himself Yuhe shooting?

When Lao Dao heard this, he blew his beard and asked with a glaring eye:

"Since you know the six arts of a gentleman, then you tell the old man, am I a gentleman?"

After drinking and asking, Lao Dao did not stop, but suddenly lowered his voice and muttered in a low voice.

"I don't know how Lao Tzu found such a cheap thing, and what kind of cheap thing the old man has learned all his life. If there is a heaven who enters the court as an official, it is so cheap, he will not be able to become a loyal minister or a traitor, at best he will be a courtier. ”

The voice is very small, and fortunately, Hu Qiong's ears are relatively sharp, so he can barely hear it, but after hearing it, Hu Qiong felt confused, and he didn't understand what kind of level this cheap sample was equivalent to, whether it was equivalent to Hanlin or equivalent to the level of Liubu.

"Xiao Qiong, are you thinking about the dead old man again?"

When Hu Qiong recalled the days when he was together, a middle-aged beautiful woman in her thirties and forties walked through the temple gate, carrying a bamboo basket with paper money, candles, incense and other worship supplies in the basket.

I saw that the corners of her eyebrows and eyes were delicate, and her voice and smile were gentle. The posture of ice and snow is beautiful, and the passage of time has not taken away half of her beauty.

It was Sister Feng who walked in, a beautiful woman with a pretty face like a peach in three springs and a chrysanthemum like a chrysanthemum in nine autumns.

"Hey, Sister Feng, it's like every other autumn if you don't see you for a day. When I saw it at first glance just now, I was still wondering where the big beauty came from, this is really a hibiscus like a willow and an eyebrow, how not to cry about this. It ticked my heart away. ”

After seeing clearly that it was Sister Feng, Hu Qiong stepped forward quickly, naturally took the bamboo basket in Sister Feng's hand, and laughed at the other party.

"You little monkey, don't you want to beg for a beating, and often eat my mother's tofu. ”

After handing over the bamboo basket in her hand, Sister Feng cocked her orchid finger and scolded Hu Qiong with her index finger. Although it was scolding, the corners of his mouth were upturned, and the smile he showed was more love. looked at Hu Qiong like looking at his own son, full of doting.

The index finger poked on the door of the head, the force was very light and light, like a mother facing her son, after seeing her son's naughtiness, she couldn't help but want to clean it up, but she was afraid that she would hurt her child.

Bent her knees slightly, so that Sister Feng could poke her head relatively easily, her eyes were slightly closed, and a faint smile appeared on her mouth, Hu Qiong was enjoying this moment very much at this time.

"Do you want to go to the building today?"

After the two of them joked with each other for a while, looking at the cyan gown that Hu Qiong was wearing, Sister Feng suddenly asked.

"I don't want to go in my heart, but Sister Feng, do you know? Just my boss lady, bitter and mean, if I don't go today, I will definitely be nagged in her ear for half a year. This is really no way, you have to serve people to take care of their jobs. ”

After hearing Sister Feng's inquiry, Hu Qiong immediately complained, complaining about how unbearable her boss was.

"Okay, so in your mind, your boss lady is so bitter, mean, and unreasonable? It seems that you don't want this month's salary. ”

Hearing that Hu Qiong was arranging their boss, Sister Feng suddenly raised her eyebrows and her pretty face was cold, as if she was upset for Hu Qiong's boss.

"Who is it? Who dares to speak ill of our beloved proprietress ? Our proprietress is so gentle, kind, beautiful, and generous, how can anyone be willing to speak ill of her? Sister, do you say?"

This Hu Qiong seems to belong to a dog, and when she saw that Sister Feng seemed to be displeased with the choreography boss, she immediately changed her face, and bowed to Sister Feng while saying this.

"You're just a macaque, and if you don't fight for three days, you will go to the house to uncover the tiles. Okay, wait until you finish worshipping this old ghost and go back to Fengyi Tower with me. ”

After chuckling, Sister Feng half-covered her cherry mouth with the handkerchief in her hand, and scolded Hu Qiong with a smile.

The cyan gown worn by Hu Qiong is the standard uniform of the little guy in Fengyi Building, and the guy who is in charge of pouring tea and water in Fengyi Lou wears such a uniform cyan gown.

Now Sister Feng is no longer the top brand of Xiaoyao Cave, the former Xiaoyao Cave has been taken down by Sister Feng, and renamed Fengyi Building, and at the same time is the boss and boss of Fengyi Building.

And Hu Qiong came to Fengyi Building to help after Lao Dao died, although he was just doing the simple work of pouring tea and delivering water, but in the eyes of others in Fengyi Building, he was regarded as a young owner. This is because in Fengyi Building, Sister Feng treats Hu Qiong as if she were her own son.

According to Sister Feng's original intention, Hu Qiong moved directly to Fengyi Building to live, so that he could also take care of him, but Hu Qiong insisted on returning to the mountain temple, and in the end, although Sister Feng reluctantly agreed to his request, she also came to the mountain temple from time to time to bring Hu Qiong some food and clothing.

"I said, sister, you see that I praise you so well, will you add some labor to me later?"

After seeing that Sister Feng was amused, Hu Qiong licked her face and stepped forward again and asked for a raise.

"For your performance, you still want to give you a raise, and you want me to say that your salary will be halved in the future. ”

"Sister, my sister, don't reduce my labor, now that prices are so high, I still rely on this meager salary to buy a house, buy land, marry a wife and have children!"

"I'm still thinking about marrying a wife and having children, come and tell my sister, which girl you like, and let my sister help you be this matchmaker. Is this peach, or is it Emerald?"

"Cough, cough, sister, it's not too early for you to look at the sky, let's go to the grave of the old way first, or it will be dark in a while. ”

"Then we'll have to hurry. By the way, bring more wine, this stinky Taoist priest is not happy without wine, don't let him drink without wine below. Got everything?"

After bringing all the offerings, the two of them joked as they walked out of the mountain temple in the direction of Lao Dao's tomb.