The weather was slightly cool, and the five people who stayed overnight in the mountain temple walked back to the mountain road without hurrying.

Summer cicadas chirp and make a lot of noise. Wang Fugui was distraught when he heard this, so he picked up a small pebble and threw it at the top of a willow tree beside him, where many visible cicadas clinged to it. The power of two stones, even if it is thrown with a small stone in hand, the power cannot be underestimated.

"Smack. There was a crisp sound, and several willow branches snapped and fell to the ground. A few cicadas clinging to them hurriedly flapped their wings and flew in search of other willow branches.

"Screaming, annoying to death. Wang Fugui was indignant and scolded lightly, and his heart was more comfortable.

Seeing this, Mo Shiping frowned slightly, he wanted to directly tell Wang Fugui that this move was inappropriate, but after thinking about it, after pondering for a while, he smiled and said, "I have heard such a statement. Speaking of this cicada, it has to stay in the mud for more than ten years before it breaks through the soil, jumps on the branches, and the cicadas sing all summer. When autumn comes, after holding back the last breath, it will fall down peacefully, turn into dust, and feed back the mud that gave birth to it. Dying in the twilight of life, holding back the strength for decades, it is also interesting to quarrel for a summer to come out. ”

When Wang Fugui heard this, he glanced sadly at the willow branches scattered on the ground, and regretted his actions a little. He turned his head and saw Mo Shiping's chuckling face, and said with some anger: "This is interesting, it is obviously a pitiful thing, how can you say it so lightly." ”

It's just that when he saw Mo Shiping's smiling and silent appearance, Wang Fugui knew in his heart that he was obviously changing his way to admonish himself. Wang Fugui snorted, raised his right fist, and hammered it on Mo Shiping's shoulder, which seemed to be powerful and heavy, but it was actually not heavy.

Qi Qingfeng turned his head and looked at the two of them with interest, especially at Mo Shiping.

"Listen to cicadas during the day and enjoy fireflies at night. A quiet and quiet, a hot and a cool, is the most favorite summer music. Brother Wang, it's so funny, but it's not bad. ”

Wang Fugui scratched his head and replied softly. In fact, since Mo Shiping said that, although Wang Fugui is still noisy listening to the cicadas, he has a little more understanding, or respect.

Wang Fugui once felt that the heavens and the earth were big, and the fists of cultivators were the biggest. But now, he has changed, the sky and the earth are big, and the fists of cultivators are still the largest, but there should be some restraints on the fists. From this, Wang Fugui also somewhat understood, why Mo Shiping picked up the jade slip and returned to Zhang Ziwei, why the snake that originally went straight to the throat rushed to punch, but Mo Shiping deliberately moved down a little when practicing boxing.

Above the fist, there should be morality. or kindness, or humility, or respect, or generosity.

Therefore, the sages handed down a rule that you should hold your fist before throwing a fist.

Wang Fugui smiled and sighed, he was glad that he had met the good old man Mo Shiping more than once. But he couldn't help but wonder if such Mo Shiping was tired or not.

In fact, he is not tired, Mo Shiping just carved what his grandfather taught him since he was a child into his bones, and he naturally did it.

Zhang Ziwei was silent, walking with the few people in front of him, he felt quite comfortable. Originally, he was worried that he was straight, and if he had something to say, he would not be able to get along. But now, he can't find fault with it at all, how can he say it directly? Qi Qingfeng and Mo Shiping, meeting the two of them, are like a spring breeze.

Qi Ze glanced at a few people, but he didn't urge, folded his hands on his chest, and waited patiently. It's just that he felt a little strange in his heart, Qi Qingfeng, who had met a lot of strange people and strange things along the way, but he was blue-eyed at Mo Shiping, and he was a fellow believer? However, Qi Ze didn't bother to think about it, as long as it wasn't the love of men and women, it was fine.

Not long after, before noon, a group of five people walked out of the continuous Tugou Mountain and entered a small town attached to the end of the mountain.

The town is not big, much smaller than the big turtle town, but it looks like a slightly larger small village.

The town is not bustling, but it has a rustic taste. There are no inns or wine shops, only some scattered noodle restaurants, tea stalls, butcher shops and so on. I think that because of the remote location, there are few foreign tourists, and second, because the town is poor, naturally there will be no places for recreation. Work at sunrise and rest at sunset, earn some copper plates that are enough to feed a family, and you are already secretly happy, how can you still pay spare money?

Qi Qingfeng, who was walking in the forefront, saw a shop not far away, called "Joy Cake Shop", and knew at a glance that it was a pastry shop.

Qi Qingfeng immediately quickened his steps and rushed forward. There are two sides of the pretense hanging in front of the shop, one is "Tong Su is not bullied", and the other is "no two prices". Qi Qingfeng stopped and took a look, especially liking the second "Words Are Not Dual". Although he has a big temper, he claims to be genuine. Although people don't like it a little in their hearts, they can get a peace of mind.

There was no one in front of the shop, only a lonely counter. Although it is old, it has been wiped clean and does not stain a little dust, which shows its sincerity.

"Knock knock".

Qi Qingfeng smiled and knocked on the table, similar to knocking on the door to remind the shop that the guests were coming.

The curtain was lifted, and a young man in his early thirties walked out, dressed in a simple linen robe. He glanced at everyone and was a little surprised, "How many faces, are they outsiders?"

Qi Qingfeng nodded with a smile and replied, "Indeed." Passing through this place, rest your feet. When I saw this pastry shop, my mouth was itchy and I came to buy some to satisfy my cravings. ”

The man scratched his head and said apologetically: "I'm afraid I've disappointed a few people, and today's pastry shop is not for sale." ”

"Why?"

"Yesterday I didn't have the rice in good condition. I'll go to the farther market later tonight, and if there is, I'll sell it tomorrow as usual. ”

Qi Qingfeng looked puzzled, and wondered: "Isn't it okay for ordinary Mi to live? ”

The man waved his hand again and again, pointed to the two fronts, and said with a smile: "No." There are rules in the ancestors, and they have to be worthy of their conscience in doing business. ”

"That's right. Qi Qingfeng replied thoughtfully, then stayed longer, turned around and left the shop.

It was noon, and since there was no hope for pastries and no wine store, the five of them found a noodle shop stall and survived to deal with it.

Wang Fugui sat down on the wooden stool, and there was still some mustard in his heart, so he said: "That man is really dead-eyed. Listening to his tone, his ancestors have been making pastries for generations, but now there is still only a small shop, no wonder it is not big. ”

Mo Shiping nodded and said with a smile: "It's really not big." But in the pastry shop, the taste is really fragrant, and the pastries must be made worthy of Tong Suo's nonsense. ”

Wang Fugui thought about it after he mentioned it, and it was indeed the case. There are no pastries to sell today, and they are still so fragrant, it must be the fragrance of noodles accumulated over time.

"Alas. Thinking of this, Wang Fugui sighed slightly, a little regretful, he couldn't take a bite and taste it. The taste of the pastry must not be wrong.

Qi Qingfeng took the teapot, poured a bowl of lightly fragrant barley tea, and took a sip. He didn't step into the cultivation after all, and along the way, it was inevitable that his mouth would be dry.

Putting down the tea bowl, Qi Qingfeng said with a smile: "The pastry shop just now reminded me of two interesting things I encountered. ”

"The first one was that I had harassed an unknown dilapidated village in a col. There are not many villagers, only twenty or thirty, all of them are facing the loess with their backs to the sky, and they make a living by relying on one acre and three points of land. There is no spare money, but it does not hinder their hospitality, and they pulled me and Qi Ze, saying that it was not easy to hurry, and they left after eating a hot mouth. ”

"There were a few simple dishes of vegetables and a braised chicken. The vegetables and the chicken were raised in the woman's backyard. At first, when we learned that the woman was going to kill the chicken, Qi Ze and I didn't agree. The woman insisted again and again, and I did not shirk it again. However, when the braised chicken was served, I saw the woman's child secretly wiping her tears, and I realized that the chicken was the only chicken in the woman's house, and it was still the hen that laid the eggs, and she wanted to point to it to earn money. At that meal, I was ashamed and embarrassed. To this day, I dare not forget, I dare not forget. ”

"I was born in the Zhongming Ding Food Family, and I don't care about an insignificant chicken. When the woman insisted, I didn't think much about it, and even had the idea of self-comfort that I could leave some silver taels to compensate for when I left. Later, when I heard the boy speak, I realized how ridiculous that thought was, and the greatest insult to the woman's sincerity. When I was leaving, I hurriedly said goodbye, not daring to look at the woman with a happy face, let alone her child, and fled from the village in disarray. ”

"The second one was a wanderer I met on a country road. He carried a load full of chickens, crossed the mountains and mountains, and went to one small village after another, and gave chickens and chickens on credit. The so-called chicken cubs on credit means that the villagers buy chickens from him in the way of first owing and then repaying. He wrote down a few chickens on credit to every household. When he returns the following spring, the villagers will have to pay for the eggs, and of course, there will always be more eggs than the chickens. ”

"I thought it was very interesting, so I walked with him for a while. During this time, I wondered if his deal was not worth it, so I smiled and asked, what if the villager who gave the chicken on credit did not admit it?

"I replied, no, I made an appointment to come to spring, and I will come to spring. ”

"See you in the spring. See you in spring. I'll see you in the spring. The most simple idea, the simplest agreement, is made into the most naïve business, without a lot of twists and turns. ”

"Now, from time to time, I still see that big basket of chicken cubs in front of me, and I will unconsciously think of his shouting. ”

Speaking of this, Qi Qingfeng shook his head with a smile, he was still unsatisfied, and he really learned the wanderer's shouting, "Chicken on credit." "The tone is long, fluttering, like a mountain song.

It happened that the old shopkeeper of the noodle stall was serving noodles on the table, and when he heard this shout, he immediately glanced at this dignified rich boy with a strange face. Back in the back hall, the old shopkeeper couldn't help but whisper, "Poor, it's an idiot." ”

Qi Qingfeng's face flushed slightly, a pair of peach blossom eyes swept shyly, and he hurriedly lowered his head and took a sip of barley tea. On a whim, he shouted loudly, and he was embarrassed.

Qi Ze and Zhang Ziwei were still silent, bowing their heads and eating noodles, but they had different thoughts.

Qi Ze didn't expect that Qi Qingfeng would remember these insignificant little things, and he remembered them clearly. He went farther and farther on the road of cultivating immortals, and in order to climb to the top of the mountain, he unconsciously or even deliberately ignored these trivial matters. This is probably the difference between his talent and Qi Qingfeng. If Qi Qingfeng embarks on cultivation, he doesn't know the final achievement, but he must be an immortal cultivator who is willing to be contaminated with the breath of red dust, and he is a good immortal in the eyes of ordinary people.

Wang Fugui on the side stretched out his hand, patted Qi Qingfeng's shoulder, and said with emotion: "I never thought that Brother Qi is also a lover, very good, very good." ”

Qi Qingfeng shook his head and said softly, "It's nothing." I walked all the way, looked at the whole way, and the scenery was good, so I wrote it down. ”

"yes, it's good to write it down. If there are more people like Brother Qi who are willing to write down good things, this day will get better and better. Wang Fugui picked up his own tea bowl, drank it all, and put this barley tea into his stomach as a drink. After saying something emotional, I always feel awkward if I don't drink something.

Mo Shiping nodded, recognized Wang Fugui's words, and said with a smile: "I have mentioned in many novels and books I have read before that the higher the cultivation, the more the people who are through the heavens, the more unwilling they are to pay attention to the interesting things in the world, and feel that they will mistake their own cultivation." But I feel that even if I have some cultivation in the future, I still have to learn from Qi brothers, walking through a place, and then writing down a scenery, isn't it also very interesting. ”

Qi Qingfeng twisted the folding fan and sighed lightly, "If only the great monks could think like this." Unfortunately, most of the monks had seen the beautiful scenery at the top of the mountain and forgot that they had also walked on the muddy road at the foot of the mountain. became an immortal who looked up to ordinary people, and forgot that he was also one of the people who looked up. Although I have never practiced, I have also heard that the martial arts realm, the rock realm, the sky-breaking realm, and even the fairy realm are said to cultivate immortals. After the rock realm, it can be regarded as breaking away from the body of ordinary people, and you can do Bigu, and most of them will not eat the fireworks in the world. ”

Speaking of this, Qi Qingfeng smiled softly, "If I also enter the ranks of cultivation one day, I will definitely not be able to quit the fireworks in the world." For example, if the bamboo shoots are boiled meat, I won't agree to taste a bite. ”

When Qi Ze heard this, he couldn't help but the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. This is the pearl of the Qi family, the gluttonous girl of the Qi family, what Qi Qingfeng should say. Qi Qingfeng's heavy words before made Qi Ze feel a little distressed when he heard them.

Mo Shiping sneered, but he didn't expect Qi Qingfeng to still miss the bamboo shoots and boiled meat. Even Zhang Ziwei, who was eating noodles honestly with his head down, was amused by his words, and almost choked.

Wang Fugui patted his head, and then remembered that Qi Qingfeng still owed him a good meal of wine and food, and silently repeated it in his heart at the moment, but he couldn't forget it.