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Lingwa carried the wooden bucket, and the bottom of the barrel reached the calf, and it was inconvenient to walk, let alone carry the water uphill?

But he thought to himself, "You can't say you can't?" You must say you can! If you say you can, there is hope, and if you can't, there is no hope at all. I can carry less, run two more trips, anyway, the lame man doesn't limit how much I have to carry in one trip?

The time of the day is like the roller coaster, a moment of surprise, a moment of surprise, a moment of flat, a moment of steep, the spirit baby carried an empty bucket down the mountain took two or three minutes, seeing that the day was almost dark again, quickly went to the river to get a small half bucket of water, back to the back, and then, hehehe, panting to climb the mountain, branches and stones cut arms, blood stains all over the hands, sweat like rain, soaked.

It took all her strength to climb to the top of the mountain all day long, and the sun had already returned to the western mountain! Lingwa poured the precious water into the water tank, and there was only one more position, and the lame man got up and took a look, and scolded, "It's really useless, it's the same as not carrying it!"

But when he saw Lingwa, his face was flushed with tiredness, soaked with sweat, panting, and waved at him, "Go back, go back, forget it today, and talk about it tomorrow!"

Lingwa gasped and asked intermittently, "Uncle, uncle, can you teach me?"

"I told you to talk about it tomorrow, didn't you hear it? Stinky boy, remember, roast chicken, good wine, bring it tomorrow, learn kung fu to see how sincere you are? How can this handsome kung fu teach you casually? Go back, get out!" he knocked on the ground with his stick.

Lingwa saw that it was getting late, and she couldn't see anything in the forest, so she couldn't say anything, so she wiped her sweat and got out of the forest and walked down the mountain. When I walked to the mountain pass, I picked up two more stones, thinking that they were used by the lame man, and that they could cause fire, and that it would be much easier to light them when I took them home.

I walked halfway before I remembered, it seems that I haven't picked up a single firewood today!

In the morning, the duck was roasted and a big fire was baked, and so many people were attracted to go up the mountain, and in the afternoon, the water went black after carrying it, so what should I do with the firewood? Suddenly I thought that there was a small bundle behind the mountain temple down the mountain, and I don't know if it was still there? If I was still there, I would have to make a difference.

When she was worried, suddenly there was a sound from the bottom of the mountain, like the sound of horses' hooves? Lingwa was curious, and sped up her pace and ran down the mountain, wanting to see if it was the black donkey?

Sure enough, after turning a few corners, I saw a black donkey, walking up the hill alone with vigorous steps. Lingwa hurriedly flashed to the side to make way, for fear of being knocked down by the donkey, and the donkey buried his head in the mountain and didn't even look at him.

Lingwa probably helped me carry firewood and go down the mountain again, but my uncle didn't say anything?

When I went down to the bottom of the mountain, it was already dusk, and I saw a large pile of firewood by the bridge from a distance, and there was a figure squatting on the side of the road?

Running down the hill quickly, the shopkeeper looked confused and asked,

"Where's the firewood you kid picked up? I've been waiting for you here for a long time, and you're coming down empty-handed?"

Lingwa smiled, "Yes, yes, how much can you carry, some are!"

"Where?"

Lingwa pointed to a large bundle of dry firewood by the bridge, "This is the pile! There is still one behind the small temple!"

"This, this-" The shopkeeper was stupidly confused!

"This is someone, that donkey—the donkey threw it here! Someone else's, you dare to take it? I found you dead!"

"Oh, don't be verbose, hurry up and take it, or you won't see it when it's dark—" Lingwa didn't want to explain to him, thinking it would be better not to let him know everything. He stepped forward and started to dismantle the firewood.

Seeing this, Xiao Er was stunned, and he also started to move. He also thought that in this wilderness, which is often haunted, it is better to hurry up and take some home. It's been out for a long time, saving the boss from scolding.

Lingwa was too lazy to talk to him, and he didn't want to say anything he asked on the way. Why do you dare to take firewood from other people? Why do you go there when you don't pick up firewood in the mountains all day and night? Did you see the fire in the morning? Where were you at the time? Why did it go out all at once? How strange?

And Lingwa's heart pretended, how to get that chicken and wine, how to meet the lame uncle tomorrow?

Yesterday I got a duck, and I had a full meal, and today everyone is over, where can I get it? Hey, I'm so worried—

When I got home and put down the firewood, the boss saw this, one big and one small, two bundles, all of which were dry firewood, and I was happy and praised it, and the spirit baby was not in my heart.

When I returned to the small room in the backyard, I ate some dinner made by my grandfather, and then took out the two stones I had picked up from my pocket, and wanted to test the firepower.

He pulled the frame, pinched the stone with both hands, and wiped it hard, but there was no reaction at all? I wiped it again, but I still didn't see any sparks? I wondered, did I pick up the wrong stone, or didn't use enough force? I played twice, but there was still no response, I was very disappointed, I threw the stone, I think it would be better to let the lame uncle teach me another day!

He slipped out quietly. For his grandfather's cross-examination, he was also not interested, and he was impatient to deal with it.

At night, Wanlai Town returned to its former tranquility. The houses were closed, the dim candlelight peeked out from the wooden window lattices, there were not many people on the street, and they had just eaten Master Wan's wedding wine, and the business of all the taverns was very bleak tonight, and no one went to drink. They all close early. Only occasionally can I see a few children opening the door and calling for kittens and dogs. In addition to that, there is the silence of the night, with the sounds of neighbors and cats and dogs.

The courtyard of 10,000 homes also suddenly died down, last night there were red lanterns all over the street, tonight it was obviously deserted, most of the red lanterns were withdrawn, only a few strings were hung at the gate of the compound, and the rest of the place was black. But you can still hear a lot of people arguing in the compound, and you can hear the sound of cups and plates colliding, and there are still many people eating.

Most of these people are helpers, and it is a ritual for the master to thank him.

The door of the backyard was still wide open, revealing the red light in the house, and a few little girls who looked like girls, some took small tables, and some moved benches out of the courtyard and placed them at the gate of the courtyard;

Then they went into the house, some brought incense and candles, some brought lamps, some carried plates, and in the plate was a boiled rooster, and then an old woman of sixty or seventy years old with a ceramic flask in her hand, and finally came out!

It looks like it's a sacrifice to the family god!

The girls put the cups, tore the paper money, the old women poured wine into the cups, everyone had solemn expressions, no one spoke, and they did their own things in an orderly manner, as if they had been arranged in advance. Poured full of wine, set up the chicken, and then everyone gathered at the table, knelt down, kowtowed, silently, and the serious atmosphere was not affected by the noise in the front yard at all!

When the worship was over, everyone got up, and the maid was about to reach out to remove the things on the table, but the old woman stretched out her hand and whispered:

"Don't worry, let the ancestors enjoy more!"

So they got up and went back to the house! Outside, only two big red candles were burning, and the cooked rooster reflected by the candlelight seemed to be alive! There was a row of coarse incense on the ground, and smoke was billowing, as if the dead spirits were coming to collect the money.

Half an hour later, two maids laughed and came out to pack their things, and when they arrived at the table, they were dumbfounded.

"Ah, where's the chicken?" the two shouted in unison!

Take the candlelight table and look everywhere on the table, but there is no trace!

"Go tell your wife, hurry, or you'll think we've stolen it?"

After a while, the old woman came out with a big belly, and looked,

"Ah, the chickens are gone, eating so fast, who?" looked down at the table again, and screamed again,

"What about the wine? The wine is gone? Who is it? Who stole the sacrifice?"

Soon the entire front yard and backyard knew about it, and people were talking about it and there was a lot of excitement.

——

Don't guess, of course Lingwa did the chicken stealing!

Poor Ding Dangxiang, and the cold old man sent people under the fence, not to mention eating chicken, eating wild vegetables and sweet potatoes, it is a problem. But in order to learn the cripple's unique skills and not be bullied by others, that guy is young and unscrupulous in order to achieve his goals!

Do you say that he doesn't want to eat that duck and chicken? It's rare to see it once a year, and he is so stunned when he hears it, and he still doesn't want to eat it? But for the sake of that miraculous exercise, he forgot that he could eat it?

It seems that the magic exercises are more attractive than chickens and ducks!

Fortunately, God has eyes, and I secretly went to the old rich man's house with the mentality of trying it out, and tried my luck-

I don't want to touch it, God helps the baby, everything is going well.

The next day, early in the morning, he went straight to the forest under the big tree and saw the lame man sitting on a stone meditating and practicing.

It's inconvenient to scratch, so I sat on the side and watched quietly, watched for a long time, and was sleepy, and suddenly heard a lame cough, quickly stood up, laughed and greeted it,

"Uncle, look, chicken, good wine! Haha, it's all here!"

"Well, that's pretty much it! That's right, it can't be raw, right?" the lame man opened his eyes and glanced at the chicken and wine that Lingwa had placed on the stone slab.

"I guess it's cooked! It's soft, haha," Lingwa said with a smirk.

"Really?

After saying that, he stretched out his thick dirty hand and grabbed the chicken. Tear off a piece of chicken thigh, put it in your mouth and take a big bite. Nodding while chewing,

"Well, not bad, not bad!"

Then he handed the uneaten chicken leg to Lingwa,

"Boy, reward you, eat!"

Lingwa looked at his hand, it was black and shiny, and the chicken legs he pinched were as black as oil, as if he had never washed his hands!

"What's the matter, do you think I'm dirty?" the cripple glared at him again.

"No uncle, not dirty, not dirty!"

Lingwa hurriedly took it and took a big bite, it was really fragrant, only the chicken was fragrant in her mouth, and there was no other taste.

"If you think this handsome is dirty, you kid will be finished!"

The lame man pointed to the door of Lingwa's head and said. Then he tore off a piece of chicken butt and told Lingwa to eat it, and Lingwa was also unceremonious and ate it.

The lame man drank wine, and even said that it was good wine, good wine, and praised Lingwa a lot! Lingwa took the opportunity to quickly say, you can accept me as an apprentice today, right? It's time to call you master, right?

The cripple said, "Okay, no problem!"

Then he pointed to the water tank next to him and said, "Continue to fill this tank with water today!"

Lingwa was just excited for a while, and when she heard about the backwater, she was bored again!

The cripple said, "Stinky boy, are you afraid of hardship? Go back, forget it, who will teach you? You also deserve to learn kung fu? Also, return to the gods! You nerves, stinky boy! Hmph!"

After scolding, take a big bite of chicken and drink a big gulp.

Lingwa thinks that I have come to learn how to fly stones, to learn the "arrows that pierce the mountains," to learn how to make the black donkey obedient, and how to make a fire with stones! Who has learned to carry water? No matter how much water is carried on the back, what is the point?

"You don't want to learn, do you? Get out, you better go and collect your firewood, don't disturb Ben Shuai's rest. You don't want to learn it yourself, isn't it that Ben Shuai won't teach you?" the cripple repeated as he ate.

"I want to learn how to fight birds!"

Lingwa mustered up the courage to say what was in her heart. "Learned, I can hunt a lot of pheasants, then we can eat chicken every day!"

"Stinky boy, what a toad wants to eat swan meat—it can't leave, it just wants to fly, you? This spiritual mountain is so big, so high, can he be tall without the stones underneath? This tree grows so big, so thick, and has no roots buried in the ground, can it stand so high?" After the cripple man finished speaking, he took a sip of wine, suddenly slowed down his voice, and said,

"I think Ben Shuai learned kung fu from his teacher back then, all from chopping wood to burn fires, digging caves, no food, all to find by himself, no matter how hard it is, no matter how tired he is, he doesn't say it, gritted his teeth and studied desperately, and finally he had a little bit of craftsmanship; otherwise, he would have died in the chaos of the army——"

When the cripple man talked about the chaotic army, he was a little excited: "Do you understand the chaotic army? It's just that thousands of troops and horses are fighting, and they are all dead, and there is only one left, crawling out of the pile of dead people - you kid knows a fart!"

Seeing that Lingwa didn't understand a little, she scolded and turned back to the topic:

"Do you want to learn, don't learn to get out of the way! Waste Ben Shuai's time, anyway, you kid is running up this mountain every day, and everyone under the mountain thinks it's strange - in the future, others will bully you, don't ask Ben Shuai to help?"

When Lingwa heard that she was being bullied under the mountain, her heart became angry, and she thought that what Uncle Cripple said was right, let's learn from him! So, he knelt on the ground with a thud, kowtowed, and kept screaming,

"Master, master, I learn, I learn!"

"Excuse me, excuse me!"

Seeing this, the lame man was unmoved, and still lay down on the stone and drank, "Carry the water, first carry a full tank!"

Lingwa stood up, pulled up her loose sleeves, walked to the water tank, twisted the big wooden barrel, turned around and walked out of the woods—