"Just because I am a senior brother, Master's bad old man has set me up as a benchmark for all his disciples. If there is a little bit of discord with etiquette, the bad old man will beat me to death. ”

The half-clothed elder brother was crying as he spoke, as if he was about to cry. But when the tears were about to burst out, the senior brother held back the tears again.

The elder brother continued:

"If you don't have good manners, you will be beaten. Walking unsteadily, beaten. Improper sitting posture and beatings. glanced at the beautiful woman crookedly and was beaten. Say a word more to your sisters and get beaten. That old perverted old man was a bad old man, and he gave me a wound. Ladies and gentlemen, look. ”

The half-open elder brother tore off his half-open clothes as he spoke, exposing his entire chest. But the pectoral muscles on the chest are still quite strong, but the traces of the scars are not visible at all.

There was nothing awkward about the three junior brothers completely opening their chests to the senior brothers. But the two junior sisters were extremely embarrassed.

Although the children of the rivers and lakes do not pay as much attention to whether men and women give or receive kisses, after all, there is a difference between men and women. In the café of the inn, open your clothes for people to see your chest, how can you not be polite to some extent.

What's more, Yan Lumen pays the most attention to etiquette and rules, if this is known to the master. There is absolutely no good fruit to eat.

The round-faced woman persuaded:

"Senior brother, hurry up and tie your clothes. So much unsightly. Besides, you don't have any scars on your chest. ”

When the elder brother heard that there was no scar on his chest, he looked at his chest in disbelief. Indeed, there are no scars. The senior brother instantly became very embarrassed, cleared his throat and said:

"The reason why there are no scars is because Senior Brother I have clear bones and strong blood. Otherwise, I don't have a good place in my whole body, and even whether I can live as a person is unknown. ”

As soon as Senior Brother said this, the five junior brothers and sisters instantly laughed.

The laughing elder brother was very embarrassed and depressed, and said angrily:

"How many of you still have a smile on your face! You said it yourself, I haven't been beaten for any of you?" As soon as the senior brother said this, the five of them didn't dare to speak again. The rules of the strict law gate are strict, and the senior brother has all his strength to punish the junior brother on behalf of the master.

The senior brother saw that several people were already honest, and he was no longer arguing with himself. Most of the resentment in my heart has dissipated.

With a wicked smile on his face, he said with a slightly obscene look:

"Senior brother and sister, is there a place like Lichun Building in Yihong Courtyard in this Fuguang Town? Senior brother, I let Master's bad old man beat him up almost abnormally, I want to enjoy it." ”

As soon as the senior brother's words came out, the five of them didn't care about anything else, and directly joined hands to arrest the senior brother. The five of them dragged the senior brother back to the inn room, and said in unison:

"Senior brother, what are you going to go to Lichun Mansion in Yihong Courtyard? If you really dare to mess around with such an excessive thing, don't blame us for reporting it to Master! When the time comes, what criminal law will Master and his old man use, we won't count!"

After the five of them finished speaking, they didn't care about the senior brother at all, and went out of the room directly. Leaving the senior brother alone in the inn room, he muttered and cursed:

"People are good at being bullied, and horses are good at being ridden. My senior brother is too good and kind, and he has no majesty at all in front of his junior brothers and sisters. My younger brothers and sisters have all started to bully me, and I really can't live this day! In the future, if Master's bad old man wants to pass on the head to me if his head has a convulsion, I can't suppress these unconscionable things. Wouldn't the hundreds of years of inheritance of Yan Lumen be in my hands? No, I have to plan ahead. Never be the head of the bullshit strict law gate!"

The poor senior brother of Yan Lumen is thoughtful, and others say that they will do everything possible to grab the position of the head of the house. Zhou Quan, but because he is too good, likes freedom, or is tired of the life of the sect, he even kills him and doesn't want to be the head, no matter whether he is in charge of Zhou Quan in the future, Zhou Quan has already made up his mind. Never be the head, and die will not be the head!

......

Yuemei Mountain is located in the southwest of the land of the three departments. It has been a holy place of Buddhism since ancient times, and it is respected as one of the four great places and is the dojo of Fuxian Bodhisattva.

At the end of the morning, five teenagers came to Yuemei Mountain to play. These five people are the elite disciples of the Five Authentic Sects, Dian Mo Zhai.

The five teenagers are three men and two women, all dressed as Confucian scholars, and their every move is angry with an elegant book. Even the two girls are dignified and gentle. As if a smile, there is a faint fragrance of ink.

Although the dress and temperament are similar, there are still many differences in appearance.

One of the three teenagers was of medium height and had a thick face. It looks quite calm. It's the elder brother of Dian Mo Zhai, Kong Hui.

One with a fair face and a peaceful gaze. It is the most successful disciple of Dianmozhai today, the third senior brother of Dianmozhai, Yan Feng.

The last one has a thin face and long eyebrows, and at first glance it looks a little foxy. But if you look at it with the whole person, it's quite thoughtful. It's the fifth junior disciple of Dianmo Zhai, Ziping.

One of the two girls wore a light green silk robe. The eyes are smart and the nose is small. The face is delicate, and it looks particularly lively and cute. Although it gives people the feeling of a little girl, the proud twin peaks on the chest are too eye-catching. Such a little girl, if that man sees it, she will like it, and she will be fascinated from then on, and she doesn't think about tea and dinner. It's the second senior sister of Dianmo Zhai, Ran Si.

The last one was dressed in an aqua blue robe, with a slender body and a bumpy figure. The face is soft, and the eyebrows are clear. The long hair is simply tied at the back of the head and scattered naturally. It shines with a satin-like luster. It is Shang Yue, the sixth junior sister of Dianmo Zhai.

Five teenagers went all the way up the mountain road of Yuemei Mountain, slowly playing and enjoying the scenery. As the holy place of the four major avenues of Buddhism, there are more than a dozen large and small temples on the mountain. Regardless of size, they are all beautifully built, and the Buddha statues in the temple are gorgeous and solemn. The five people thought that they were the disciples of the Confucian sage, who read the books of the sages and became the pillars of the people. For Buddhism, although there is also a dabbling. But the portal is different, and the five will never be regarded as child's play.

Therefore, although they will go in to enjoy the scenery when they pass by the temple, the five people have no intention of visiting.

The five people only sighed that the scenery of Yuemei Mountain was beautiful, like hidden in the clouds. The mountains are green, and the dew is painted. Praise the Buddha statue in the temple is gorgeous, and the treasure is solemn. But he didn't say a word about Buddhism.

Before the five of them knew it, they had come to the top of the Ten Thousand Buddhas on the top of Yuemei Mountain. At this time, it was noon, and the golden sunlight on the top of the Ten Thousand Buddhas was shining directly. The sun shines into the sea of clouds around the top of the mountain, and where it enters the eyes, the golden light and the clouds are mixed together, which is really like a fairyland of Buddha.

The five brothers admired it for a while and chose a different way down the mountain from just now. There was no scenery all the way, and the five of them had reached the halfway point of Yuemei Mountain. It is in a natural flower among them. A hundred flowers bloom here, and the fragrance of flowers strikes people. All kinds of flowers, all kinds of flowers. Unabashedly bloom their own coquettishness and flamboyance.

The five brothers were a little hungry, so they sat on the spot to eat and rest. The dry food for the five brothers is very simple, just baked cakes and buns, and drink some water. Confucianism pays attention to self-cultivation and advocates restraint and moderation in eating. So the five of them ate very casually and made a living.

After eating, the five of them were interested. The five-person senior brother Kong Hui, who was thick-faced, proposed:

"Ladies and gentlemen, such a good scenery of Yuemei Mountain, if we don't write a few poems, I'm afraid it won't be reasonable. And I'm sorry for the beautiful scenery of Yuemei Mountain. ”

The fair-faced third senior brother Yan Feng responded:

"Senior brother, good suggestion! In addition to practicing martial arts in the sect, we are also reading, so I think it is more interesting to read. Since it is so beautiful, of course we have to write poems, and we have to race poems!"

The thin-faced and long-eyebrow Fifth Master disciple Ping frowned slightly, and said:

"Two senior brothers, do you want to compose poems here? Do you want to compete in poems?

Ran Si, the second senior sister with a delicate and small face in Shuangfeng, had a happy face, sat on the ground, crossed her legs, and said:

"Saishi's proposal is good! Senior sister agreed! Let's take the scenery of Yuemei Mountain as the theme, without marking the text, and win with meaning. But it is not permissible to write words that do not make sense. ”

Shang Yue, the sixth senior sister with a soft face and long hair like a waterfall, said in a flat tone:

"I wonder who started first?"

Senior Brother Kong Hui said:

"Since it was Senior Brother I proposed, of course I came first. Listen up, junior brothers and sisters!"

Flowers bloom in thousands of colors, and there is a stick of incense in front of the Buddha.

The clouds and mist turn over the waves, shining through the golden flames.

There is a society in the country, and the gentleman is the pillar.

Ancient and modern spring and autumn events, the wind and bones are only as usual.

Senior brother Kong Hui's poem has just been recited, and several junior brothers and sisters have applauded. Praise the elder brother's poems are full of family and country feelings. From the scene to the love, from the love to the wish, by the wish to write the person. It's really good.

The senior brother was a little modest, and immediately spoke:

"Which brother and sister are next?"

Third Senior Brother Yan Feng said:

"Then my third junior brother will be ugly!"

Flowers bloom for a season, and there are three incense sticks in front of the Buddha.

The country is infinitely good, but it is hidden in the heart.

No one asked, and Yuan Haibo was crazy.

If you want the wind and bones, the tea is impermanent.

The poems of the third senior brother Yan Feng are a little helpless and lonely compared to the senior brother Kong Hui. It exudes a sense of dust. The realm is higher and the level is richer. Several senior brothers praised the third senior brother Yan Feng's poems, although they were not as heroic as the senior brothers, but they had a deep rhyme and a wonderful world. Naturally, several senior brothers applauded the same.

Yan Feng was also humble and said:

"Next, Fifth Senior Brother, it's your turn. ”、

The slender and long-faced disciple of the Fifth Master said reluctantly:

"Okay, junior brother, I'm not good at poetry in the first place. Brothers, don't laugh at me. ”

The flowers bloom and the bees and butterflies lead, and the clouds kiss the streamers.

The thousand-year-old Buddha was a guest, and a stick of incense was continuous.

The pillars are burdened, and the country is so busy.

On the moonlit night lanterns, joy is not dead.

As soon as the poem of the fifth master disciple Ping came out, several senior brothers laughed. The laughing Fifth Master disciple was stunned and very embarrassed.

It was the senior brother who relieved the siege for Ziping, and said:

Although Senior Brother Ziping's poem is really realistic, there is no lack of desolation in it, and it is sad but not sad. There is also an aftertaste. It's also a rare masterpiece. ”

The fifth disciple of the senior brother who said this turned to joy again, and said happily:

"Senior Sister Ran Si, Senior Sister Shang Yue, which of you will come first?"

Shuangfeng's proud second senior sister Ran Si took the lead and said:

"Of course, I will come first, all the senior brothers have cheered up and sat upright. Enjoy my sister's masterpiece. ”

The flowers bloom unintentionally, seducing the soul.

A true gentleman in front of people, chasing bees and butterflies.

The temple is difficult and dangerous, and the pillars are not killed.

A few wisps of cooking smoke rose, and the porridge was normal.

The poem of the second senior sister Ran Si has the careful thoughts of children, and there is no lack of thinking about the people of the community. At the same time, there are thousands of sails over, and the usual artistic conception of porridge talk. It's a good poem, indeed. After the praise of several senior brothers, they all looked at the sixth senior sister with long hair like a waterfall and a peaceful face, Shang Yue.

The sixth junior sister Shang Yue did not twist and said directly;

"My sister is ugly. ”

The flowers bloom more delicately, and they are better lined with the pillars.

Sandalwood is elegant, often offered to the hall.

There is a society in the country, and the family and the country will always be safe.

If the wind and bones are empty, who will talk as usual

Shang Yue's poem, compared with the poems of several others, is the most ordinary, but it is also the most rare.

What the poem describes is what everyone wants, but it is difficult for anyone to actually do it. Even if it is difficult for anyone to do it, it still does not prevent everyone from doing it. In this way, it is probably called the eternal pursuit of the yearning for beauty.