Chapter 5: Brother, why are you crazy!

Jin Yong's novels are very popular now, from celebrities to pawn vendors, there are almost no ones that you don't like to read.

With the explosion of TV series adapted from Jin Yong's novels such as "Blue Blood Sword", "Smiling Proud Jianghu", and "Heavenly Sword and Dragon Slayer" a few years ago, the afterglow of this martial arts style has not disappeared, but has set off another layer of waves.

According to the grapevine, Mr. Jin Yong's "Dragon Babu" will be adapted into a TV series in the next two years.

However, no matter how popular Jin Yong's novel is, Huo Yunting has not read a few pages.

It's not that he doesn't want to read it, it's that he's allergic to "stories".

In addition, he doesn't participate in other people's nonsense on weekdays, and he has few friends. is full of calculations, maybe except for Sister Mo, there is only the little fat next to her.

Let's just read a book, and research your own condition is the most important thing.

Flip it over, and the sections are detailed and neat. The small words of the fly's head come into view.

…… Seeing that the sky was getting dark, there were still more than 60 miles away from the Dragon Temple, and I wanted to find a place to rest.

Suddenly, I heard a child's voice in the woods crying, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I have already worshiped you, why don't you give me candy?" ”

When everyone heard this, they were all surprised: "How can anyone recognize Your Majesty?" ”

When he went to look into the woods, he heard someone in the forest say, "You will say, 'Long live my emperor, long live, long live!' There's candy to eat. ”

This voice is very familiar, it is Murong Fu......

This paragraph is the fragment of Murong Fu's tomb going crazy.

Even if Huo Yunting didn't know the antecedents, he could roughly guess that this Murong Fu was trying to restore the country and not go crazy.

I don't know if the old man Jin Yong's writing is too hard, or if his illness is serious, Huo Yunting feels that someone is whispering in his ear at this time, and the bed he is sitting on has also become a grave bag.

"Tsk, poor man, poor man, go to sleep."

Sensing the hallucination, Huo Yunting picked up the enamel cup and poured out the charcoal stove, pulled down the lamp rope, and went to bed to wrap the quilt.

Closing his eyes, with the faint whisper in his ears, he was also going to see Zhou Gong......

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, we have already worshiped you, why don't you give us candy?"

Zhou Gong didn't see it, just because he was cut off by a group of children in the middle of the road.

When he came back to his senses, he was sitting on the grave bag in coarse cloth clothes, a group of drooping children were kneeling down to him, and not far away a woman in light green clothes was looking at him sadly.

In an instant, the great cause of restoring the country became an empty dream, and my cousin's soft words were long gone, and all kinds of thoughts came to my heart.

His face changed, confused, shocked, panicked, sad and angry, and finally transformed into a smug picture.

"No, no, no, you have to say long live my emperor, long live, long live, so that there is sugar to eat."

"Long live my emperor, long live!"

"Give me the candy, I want the cake!"

"Long live the emperor, long live the emperor."

Murong Fu grinned, and the green-shirted woman took out all kinds of pastries from the basket and distributed them to the children.

"Eat slowly, don't grab it, it's all shared. Wait for tomorrow again, come back to play, pastries, woo, and. As he spoke, a tear fell and wet the cake.

"Why is Concubine Ai crying? Come into my arms. ”

A smile erupted from Abi's haggard face, and she walked slowly, gently holding his face with both hands.

"Your Majesty, the concubine is fine."

But at this time, Murong Fu ignored her anymore, facing the south and muttering to himself......

“!”

He opened his eyes violently, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

The basement has no windows, no light, and the surroundings are dark. But Huo Yunting's biological clock was telling him that it was 5 o'clock in the morning.

Practicing boxing at the time of the day, this is the rule set by his father. Since beating him at the age of 8, he has never been in bed, just because his father's bamboo stick beating people is really ruthless.

Listening to the slight and rhythmic snoring not far away, Huo Yunting knew that he was still in the basement.

Take a long breath of relief and lean against the wall to reminisce about last night's dream. Today, he can be regarded as having learned what it means to have a big dream.

He actually played a heartless madness in a dream, and he has never encountered a heartless mania in his life. However, I have seen a few split personality disorders in the mental hospital in Cangzhou.

Noticing that there seemed to be nothing wrong with his spirit, he went out to practice boxing as usual.

Danshan style, doppelganger monthly, step up across the ear, and work hard through the ear......

At this time, it was not yet dawn, and it was impossible to see its body movements, but it could hear the gusts of fist wind.

This boxing is also known as Huo's practice hand boxing. It integrates Tai Chi, Changquan, Tanquan and other martial arts in one furnace. Pay attention to the use of both hands and feet, strict round work, and pay attention to strength.

It's just that Huo Yunting always felt that his father left a hand and taught him this hand of martial arts, which was somewhat mixed with martial arts.

Impurity!

But it should be barely enough for the current society where almost no one practices martial arts.

Feeling a little sweat on his body, Huo Yunting went back to the basement to light the charcoal stove again. After a while, the fire was baked, and around 6 o'clock, the sky was bright.

Then I trotted all the way to the entrance of the community, and after a while, a morning stall car came slowly from a distance.

"Auntie, two, three servings of soy milk, three fritters."

"Okay. Why do you want more today? ”

The lady wrapped in a jujube red turban got out of the car, and she was familiar with soy milk and fried fritters.

This tall young man is here almost every day, and the first business of the stall is done for this young man nine times out of ten.

"Haha, the amount of food is big again."

"Or do you want to pack it separately?"

"Separate packs."

After chatting for a while, three servings of soy milk fritters were packed and stuffed into Huo Yunting's hands. The aunt also picked up her stall again and walked towards the city.

I went back to Building 3 and Gate 4 and did not go to the basement first, but came to the 5th floor step by step.

A portion of fried dough sticks and soy milk were placed on the foam cushion behind the 501 door, and then I went back to the basement.

The snoring is still there.

Pull the lamp rope, take out the aluminum box from the bottom of the bed, the chopsticks pierce the plastic bag containing soybean milk, and streams of steaming bright white liquid flow into the aluminum box.

I sucked and ate and drank to my heart's content, washed the aluminum box, and the snoring was still there.

He didn't plan to go to Beijing Film Studio so early today, mainly to see if he could learn acting skills in reality.

How does that feel?

Huo Yunting pondered cross-legged on the bed, and after a while, this feeling was in place.

"Hehe, I am the emperor of Dayan, and I want to canonize the ministers when I ascend the throne today!"

He muttered to himself, occasionally letting out some weird laughs.

The snoring was gone.

The sleepy Yue Longgang was woken up, and as soon as he tilted his head, he saw the crazy figure in the opposite shop, and those strange words that he couldn't understand.

What are the words "shouting long live to eat sugar", "I want to canonize you as the queen".

Then a spirit of agitation was completely sleepy.

"Brother Yun! Brother Yun! ”

Yue Longgang panicked and shook Huo Yunting's hands. Facing the scattered and chaotic eyes, the nose was sore, and a sadness welled up in my heart.

"I'm a goler! Why are you so crazy!! ”