Song Qing'a's departure was like a stone falling from a high altitude, splashing ripples and then completely sinking to the bottom of the lake, the process of the stone sinking to the bottom of the lake was like the crystal nails on a woman's slender fingers cutting across his chest, it would not hurt, but it was a little itchy, and then left a shallow red scratch on his heart, like a slender red rope swimming in his heart lake, like a water snake.

It irritates his nerves and his heartstrings.

It's like plucking a string, the first feeling is okay, the second string is moving, followed by the third, then the fourth.....

After plucking all the strings, it was like playing a tune, and if you wanted to listen to it again, it was like waking up from a big dream.

The whole Caotou Village seems to have calmed down like this, except that there are outsiders coming in and out as always.

What made Dai Yunong look at it but didn't pay attention to it was that Liu Daqing's house had been going out early and returning late lately recently, and he couldn't see anyone.

Liu Daqing controls the so-called Caotou Village's 'city gate', which is a wealthy business, you must know that Liu Daqing can't wait to eat and sleep at the entrance of the village, so as to not only fill his stomach but also fill his pockets.

Liu Daqing loves money because he is very short of money.

He also wants to go out, from Caotou Village, from Diaoyutai to the world.

When he learned that Tian Shuhou would go to the West Heaven to break through the realm, he secretly vowed to go out for a trip and become an earth immortal outside.

Now when I learned that Dai Yunong would also go out, I was even more red-eyed.

He didn't like to read much, but he liked a few heterogeneous novels hidden in Zhan Yancheng's house, and he looked and read and read, and knew very well what money was a good servant, and a living person who could be bought fell to the ground!

Then divide a sum of fairy money to the old man, after all, I don't know if I can come back after I go out, the sky is high and the road is far away, and when the ghost knows, will anyone be willing to pass on the message for him.

But after all, his arms can't twist his thighs, and Tian Shuhou can't help him if he wants to pull him to practice boxing, scolding him is like scolding a stone, and he can't win the fight.

So when the two asked each other about boxing, Tian Shuhou deliberately restrained his strength, but Liu Daqing punched with all his strength.

But the final result was still Tian Shuhou's hatred of iron and steel, and ridiculed Liu Daqing's punch, which was as soft as a girl's big ass.

Today, it is rare that Liu Daqing did not take a beating while turning all kinds of bends and changing all kinds of methods to Tian Shuhou's yin and yang weirdness, but he didn't expect Tian Shuhou's fist to be heavier than before, this will make Liu Daqing's face swollen, and they all said that beating people is not slapping their faces, how will this make him go back to see people? The neighbors saw it, and the whole village knew that he Liu Daqing was beaten by Tian Shuhou, but in the eyes of those outsiders, they couldn't think that he Liu Daqing was a paper tiger?

But Liu Daqing didn't say this in his heart, he didn't say it today, he was beaten so hard, if he said it again, he wouldn't be able to get out of bed?

If you slap your face, it's better than getting out of bed, after all, his family has a big business, but it's a pity that there is no servant like You Yanji around to help him manage it.

But Liu Daqing is a master who can't keep his mouth shut, and when he saw Tian Shuhou put away his fist, he couldn't help but ask: "Why didn't Tian Yi's mother serve you comfortably last night?

Immediately afterwards, Liu Daqing was thrown directly into the Fushui River by Tian Shuhou from Tangting Mountain, and plunged into the bottom of the river like a green onion, exposing a pair of ankles.

Tian Shuhou went back to Caotou Village and went to sit at the door of the old village chief, which came quite frequently these days.

Although the old village chief was very relieved at first, he also felt annoyed after many times.

I remember which old lady of Tian Shuhou, when she was young, she was also very good-looking, but somehow she fell in love with Tian Shuhou's father, and I still remember that on the day of Tian Shuhou's father and his mother's big day, most of the unmarried men in the village did not go to the banquet, and several young and vigorous young descendants still shouted to pick up a hammer stick to lift the table, but in the end it is still a person in a village, although it is divided into three villages, but Caotou Village has always been a family, and there is no less money, and those blessings hidden in the heart because of jealousy have also been heard by God。

But the next day, something happened that made the old village chief smile bitterly, and flowers were planted on the cow dung of the whole village.

Hearing this story, Tian Shuhou had a dark face.

The old village chief also sighed, it had been too long, and those children who had been in the past were now also dusty and dusty.

The old village chief inexplicably felt a trace of melancholy and said: "Sometimes death may really be a thing that can be relieved. ”

Tian Shuhou turned his head and glanced at him, and said with some displeasure: "The old man is also a lot old, and the old yellow calendar is also a big stack, so I haven't seen someone like you who looks drooping all day long, and you have to die and live at every turn." ”

The old village chief snorted coldly: "Do you think he doesn't want to die for a hundred?" He just looked at those future generations and was not at ease, and he was willing to change his life for them one day when he could survive. ”

"Then you are relieved of your juniors?"

The old village chief was silent, and the dry smoke was put in his mouth for a while before it went out by itself.

After being silent for a long time, the old village chief sighed, and said with mixed feelings: "Your mother was a big girl from Huanghua, and when she lost Huanghua and was just a big girl, she is very similar to you now, you may not remember that you don't rest assured, your mother will be Tian Yiniang when she is young, gentle and virtuous, but as you children get older, people also become nagging, and all day long you don't complain about whose dog barks and disturbs people to sleep, that is, whose cat's estrus voice is particularly terrifying and will scare people." Actually, it's not for you kids?"

Tian Shuhou glanced at the old village chief, I don't know how many years have passed, and once again from the old man's cloudy little eyes, he saw the loving and harmonious gaze of their generation.

Tian Shuhou lowered his head, Tian Shuhou, who has always posed as a tough guy in front of the old village chief, seemed a little calm, and the whole person was relaxed from the inside out, just like leaning on the arms of the elders when he was a child, and he never guarded against anything.

The old village chief leaned out and knocked Tian Shuhou's head with a pipe, and scolded with a smile: "It's a pity that your mother is so good-looking that a woman gave birth to such an ordinary son as you, looking at Tian Yi's mother, it's not bad, but Tian Yi can't see where to go, the dogs say that they are poor for no more than three generations, but I hope the same is true for being ugly!"

Tian Shuhou retorted: "Then I have to blame my father, according to what you say, I am also a victim." ”

The old village chief smiled: "When you are a son, you will blame Lao Tzu, but when you are an elder, you will not blame the younger generation, as long as you stand up straight, you will not be worthy of your ancestors and ancestors, and you will not be able to say anything shameless." ”

Tian Shuhou was silent.

Yan Qing is gone, Lu Kang is gone, he should have left too.

It's just that he has been saying this all the time, but he has never stepped out of the boundary of Caotou Village, at most he walked to the back mountain.

He was worried that he was getting farther and farther away from Caotou Village, so he went directly to the dome.

He was still a little reluctant and uneasy.

In taking care of the old man, the eldest is not very careful, and the third is too careless.

I finally waited for Dai Yunong to be such a good boy, but unfortunately he had to go out after all.

Today, Tian Shuhou's fist hit Liu Daqing, his eyes were swollen, and his face was swollen because Tian Shuhou made a decision last night.

Since Liu Daqing wants to go out for a walk, then it's up to him to forget it, he can wait a little longer for the immortals of the Twelve Realms or something, anyway, he is now a middle five realm primordial infant.

He hoped that Liu Daqing could understand that being outside was no better than being at home, and that he couldn't control his mouth in Caotou Village.

But outside, there will be no less time when people are slapped in the face, and it is even possible to lose your life.

But Liu Daqing didn't understand Tian Shuhou's meaning at all, just like a child who had just been whipped by an elder with a feather duster, and forgot the pain when he turned around.

Tian Shuhou felt that he and the boss and the old man spoiled him too much.

Caotou Village is not a brilliant person, but there is no fool.

Tian Yi is simple-minded at most, Dai Yudai is not stupid, otherwise he would not be able to enter the eyes of the old man, maybe he is more pure and kind, and Dai Yunong has his own city and ravine.

Liu Daqing is too, he is just lazy, but he is actually proficient.

Tian Shuhou was just a little stunned, and he needed to think about one thing and one sentence for a long time.

He sat quietly for a long time before he understood what the old village chief meant.

Caotou Village will not be less lively and less populated because of the lack of people.

His old bones will not fall apart because there is one less person around him, and he can't get out of his throat in one breath, can't swallow it, and dies.

He has lived for so long, sent away many contemporaries with him, and also sent away all the ancestors of every family in Caotou Village, he was there when the Shanjun Temple between Zhaoyao Mountain and Tangting Mountain was not built, and he was still there when it was ruined, and Shanjun became a city god, and he was still there.

The old village chief sighed and said: "Your kid didn't inherit your mother's appearance, but inherited your mother's stinky problem, always worried about this, worried about that, worried that your brothers went out hunting and lost their lives because they lost their arms and legs, worried that Dai Yunong would be at the mercy of others, but he would be like a man on his back, and he would lose his life if he was not careful." Speaking of which, aren't all the things you worry about that the old man can solve? If you have the ability, you will be able to enter an iron-clad god-hugging realm, and in the Chong Immortal Realm, the bad old man doesn't expect you to be among the fourteenth realm, but you have to trample on the Flying Ascension Realm, right? Can you worry about some things that the old man can't solve? Even if Liu Daqing really dies outside, you, who are a senior brother, can take revenge when you collect the corpse by the way, right?" The old village chief said seriously, he was really worried that this nerd would not be able to taste the meaning.

The old village chief's teachings are on the lips.

Zhan Chengcheng's teachings are in the book.

On the day Song Qing'a left, Dai Yunong was distracted, and happened to meet Ying Yue, and happened to go to Zhan Yancheng's house, and it happened that Dai Yunong saw that paragraph.

These days, Dai Yunong practices very little boxing and reads more, if it weren't for the fact that he has already practiced, he really can't bear his waste of sleep and food, and he reads at night.

Interestingly, the book with the phrase 'so the words are poor, because the coming days are long' is not a literary classic or a Taoist classic.

It's more like Zhan Xiaocheng's miscellaneous notes, I remember that they are all trivial chores.

The first page Dai Yunong read was not the first page of this miscellaneous book, but the page where the note was clamped.

It was also from this page that Dai Yunong learned that Zhan Xiaocheng still had a senior sister, and his senior sister was an apprentice on behalf of the teacher.

It was also from this page that he learned that Zhan Xiaocheng was once a Taoist priest, born in a small and nameless Taoist temple called Tieguandao.

His sister's name is Begonia, a begonia from a pear tree pressing a begonia.

At that time, Zhan Xiaocheng was still very young, but his senior sister was already an old woman, and led him to walk more than a thousand miles from Tieguan Road to a village called Shangjiang Village, and then the lyricist who had only learned the past and the present never walked out of Shangjiang Village and was buried under a pear tree.

The old woman sat cross-legged on the bed with her back to him, and Zhan Xiaocheng combed her hair with a mahogany comb.

"Do you have anything to say?"

Zhan asked her.

The old woman shook her head, Zhan Xiaocheng couldn't see her expression, but he could hear that she was very indifferent.

"So the words are poor, because the coming days are long. It turned out that Zhan Xiaocheng had also heard others say it to him.

At that time, Zhan Xiaocheng was still a disciple of Taoism, and he was wearing a Taoist robe, not today's Confucian shirt, he was a little puzzled, and he didn't shy away from asking directly: "Can you see each other again when yin and yang are separated?" If this old woman was a Buddhist Bodhisattva and said such a sentence at the time, he would naturally not have such a problem, whether it is Mahayana Buddhism or Hinayana Buddhism, after all, cultivating a blessing in the next life, just pay attention to crossing sentient beings and crossing oneself.

Like a turtle, she turned around and smiled at me with difficulty and slowly. That's how Zhan Chengcheng described her in words.

"Mr. is a kind person, he misses the old very much, he knows that after I leave, he will miss me very much, and then I will appear in his dreams, meet him, ask him for advice as before, and talk to him about family things by asking for teaching, and by the way, secretly scold some old writers who sell their reputations behind their backs. ”

"Sir must often look at the words I wrote, what I want to say is actually written in the words a long time ago, and Sir understands it. ”

"My husband will come back to Shangjiang Village to see me at that time, leaning against the pear tree and talking to himself and talking to me a lot, but unfortunately I can't hear it. This is the old woman's answer to Zhan Yancheng. It turns out that this is also a kind of long-term future.

"Don't you know the Dao? Can you turn me into a little bit of size? The best thing is to turn me into a begonia flower and bury me under the pear tree in the village. Isn't that the answer to the phrase 'a pear tree presses a begonia?'" she smiled and her face wrinkled to her neck.

She added: "Sir, in fact, this will seem much younger than me, and I should be the pear tree." She was a little sad again: "When I was young, I didn't dare to tell my husband that I liked him, and now I don't dare to say it when I'm old." Don't tell him when you go back yourself, I said that. She glared at Zhan Yancheng angrily, not a girl, but a girl.

"I'm sorry. She turned her head sideways in the direction of Wu'an City, this is the first time I have seen my senior sister a little sad, her eyes slightly lowered.

At that moment I thought she was gone, but suddenly she raised her hand again, gave me a chestnut for the head, and then she was gone.

Zhan Xiaocheng wrote below: She is always like this, she talks a lot like other old women, but more of them are meat words, old and improper, and she is simply a hooligan. A scoundrel who can write lyrics and poems. Later, I read her words, but they didn't look like her at all, it turned out that the lyricism of poetry was really fake, so I didn't write much poetry and lyrics, and what I wrote was fake.

Because she is always like this, so along the way, I really want to go back to the Iron Crown Road, I feel guilty in my heart, what kind of gentleman can be a gentleman who can teach such a disciple? But the master's instructions are still in my ears, and I dare not disobey.

At that time, I was not deeply involved in the world. I don't think a reader should be like this, and I've seen many readers who have never seen a reader like her, and she is still an old woman who is over the age of six.

Later, I realized that a real reader should be like my senior sister, who is more real and free.

If you like a person, you like it, if you want to see someone, you will go to the mountains and rivers, if you want to see the truth, you will go to clear the clouds, and if you are bullied, you will either swallow it, or remember, it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, and it is said that the waist of the wrestler is hard, but the pen of my generation of scholars is not so easy to break, what do you think?

This is the last sentence on this page, Dai Yunong raised his head, as if he saw Zhan Xiaocheng asking himself, and his ears seemed to remember Zhan Xiaocheng's voice. I thought I was asking him again.

Dai Yunong looked at it very carefully, one by one, so he didn't let go of the blackened piece of the bottom line.

In addition to Zhan Xiaocheng, who wrote this miscellaneous book, Dai Yunong is actually the second person to read the book, the first one is Song Qing'a.

Dai Yunong knew with his knees that this line should have been written by Song Qing'a, but he didn't know what was written and erased it.

He didn't know that Song Qing'a was very serious like him at that time, and he couldn't help but write this sentence: 'He knows a fart.' When he came back to his senses, he painted it again.

The next page was only half written, and when he saw the end, he realized when these two pages were written, on the day his parents died. It turned out that Mr. Zhan came very early. Perhaps he had been taught in this room with the old storyteller.

Because at the end, Zhan Xiaocheng wrote like this: The moon is cloudy and sunny, and people are gathered and dispersed, Dai Yunong, you have to be strong, you have to believe that your parents are like my senior sister, they went to the sky to pick stars for us, so there is the word 'fall'.

I'm sorry I was late and let the parting go ahead of the separation.

There are more differences in the back, I hope you remember, if the reluctant person is separated by thousands of mountains and rivers with you, don't be reluctant, don't be sad, with a belief that you can still meet, cross a heavy mountain, wade through a river to meet.