The grass grows and the warbler flies in the February sky, and the early spring scenery of Kyaukjiao Island is no worse than that of Nanzhan Zhou, somehow, when it comes to the boundary of Kyaukjiao Continent, Sect Master Xie no longer uses the sword immortal method of the sword, and goes out early and sleeps at night, really like a wandering Taoist.

Wang Yuanbao followed behind the sloppy Divine Monarch Sect Master Xie, he didn't know what he was thinking, his faith collapsed, if it was an ordinary scholar and those mountain monks, I am afraid that he would have fallen into the realm a long time ago, his mind was lost, and he fell into a madness.

This is inseparable from the laurel leaves in the brocade bag hanging around Wang Yuanbao's neck.

Sect Master Xie casually folded a willow branch and bit it into his mouth and said, "Why, the monk who is still vulgar has started thinking about spring so quickly? Isn't it stupid to drink a cup of daughter red for you?"

I don't blame Wang Yuanbao, a fifteen-year-old boy who has experienced such a big change, and has the opportunity to see the passage of time, Ren is a monk of the fourth realm, and after experiencing such changes, he has to be silent for several years, after all, the most difficult to understand and the most difficult to detach in the world, one is the joys and sorrows of life and death, and the other is the deceased, who is reluctant to give up the years and nights.

Wang Yuanbao stared at Sect Master Xie and said, "I want revenge!"

walked all the way, but the first thing Wang Yuanbao said was revenge.

Sect Master Xie seemed to have known what Wang Yuanbao was thinking and said with a smile: "Boy, I owe the old bald donkey's debt, but it doesn't mean that I owe you, I will help you avenge it, wouldn't it be a loss." ”

Gu Liangchan, the thief's bald debt, Sect Master Xie owes a lot, but the top priority is to send this little oil bottle king ingots to Longchang Town, besides, the Qingxu Dao Sect is basically dead, not to mention the Wuxiang Temple, according to Zhao Qianzhi's wrist, on the territory of the Beiyang Dynasty, there will never be the Dao system of the Qingxu Dao Sect and the Wuxiang Temple, where to take revenge?

With that, Sect Master Xie continued to walk forward slowly.

Wang Yuanbao said: "I want to know what the relationship between you and the old monk is the abbot!"

"Boy, don't get an inch!"

"If you don't say it, I'll annoy you!!"

"I'll wait. ”

The grass grows and the warbler flies, Grandmaster Xie still didn't keep his mouth in the end, some stories really need to be told, and when the province arrived in Longchang Town, the old man scolded himself for being a trouble-free ghost.

After all, stealing the old man's wine is not once or twice, and eating other people's mouths is short.

Anyway, this long road in early spring, in addition to causing people to be sleepy, is also the most suitable time to plant seeds in people's hearts.

What Wang Yuanbao wants to know is nothing more than the past of the old abbot Gu Liangchan.

If you talk about unintentionally or unintentionally, there will be some results after all.

Wang Yuanbao's empty eyes began to glow, and at this time, the harbinger of getting out of the haze was like a person who had lost his mind, once he had a thought, he would want to live, and it would no longer be difficult to come out again.

Grandmaster Xie said that there is one of the most frustrated martial artists in the world, who practices boxing millions every day and fights until the clouds dissipate; there is one of the most infatuated sword fairies in the world, in order to please the girl he likes, he goes to be the bookkeeper who runs the hall in the wine shop in the market, and he must compare baht every day; the most skilled chess player in the world is a blind beautiful boy, who wins three mountains of a continent of saints with one hand......

This is what Grandmaster Xie thought to Wang Yuanbao, which young man in the hot-blooded age did not yearn for those legendary romantic figures.

The abbot old monk Gu Liangchan told Wang Yuanbao that he was to live well.

Up and down the mountain, there are obviously two worlds.

"I want to drink the strongest wine and love the most beautiful people!" Somehow, Wang Yuanbao remembered the most heart-warming sentence in the play, and his originally empty eyes lit up with a raging flame.

Even Fang Liang, the most stable disciple of the old man, once copied the unedged sword strip when he was young, secretly ran out of Longchang Town, and began to explore the rivers and lakes, and started to be the ranger martial artist who was happy and hateful, and wrote swords chicly.

In the end, Fang Liang did not break into the rivers and lakes, but instead suffered a solid meal of fried meat on a bamboo board by the old man of Shizun.

Wang Yuanbao listened excitedly, the teenager's understanding of the world under the mountain is all from the drama text, the red sleeves of the green building, the fast horse Chang'an Road, such the most heart-wrenching things, how not to indulge?

Grandmaster Xie's narration and walking experience are like opening a door in Wang Yuanbao's heart, and all the people in the door are attracting Wang Yuanbao, a little monk who is not deeply involved in the world.

......

Longchang Town is a small town, just because the old man in the town spent a hundred taels of silver to donate a petty official who is not in the stream, and Longchang Town has become Longchang Town.

The remote people are simple, and the scholars will not stay long in Longchang Town, so they will flee by taking advantage of the immorality of the women in the town, leaving behind some children who have just learned and leaving Longchang Town in a hurry.

But there is an exception to everything.

"Old Xiucai, you bastard, did you steal the wine in my backyard?!"

If it weren't for the Confucian shirt on his body to show the identity of a scholar, if outsiders saw it, he would only think that he was an old farmer with a monkey crown.

Lao Xiucai shouted as he ran: "Nonsense! I didn't steal your wine at all, no, can you call it stealing a scholar's business?"

Hearing this, the woman scolded angrily: "Okay, peek at the old lady taking a bath and steal the old lady's wine, don't knock out your dog teeth today, the old lady has your surname!"

Lao Xiucai's face turned red, and he hurriedly quickened his pace, running towards a remote alley in the town, and in the remote alley, the sound of reading aloud appeared.

"If you have a kind, don't come out!"

The folk customs are simple, and the enthusiasm of the women is so bad that it is immoral, probably that's it.

Lao Xiucai entered a courtyard in the alley, and the children in the courtyard stopped reading, and looked at the old master who jumped off the wall in amazement, not knowing what to do.

"Look at what, double your homework today!"

Hearing this, the sound of reading was deafening.

The environment in the small courtyard is elegant, with two grass houses hidden under two ginkgo trees.

Lao Xiucai took a breath, took out a wine gourd from his arms, took a sip of wine and said, "Sure enough, the stolen wine is the most suitable for me." ”

"What, you still want me, an old man, to invite you out?"

A hearty laugh came from behind the tree, and the person who came was a young Taoist who was as rich as jade, with a lotus crown, a purple silk robe, and two unopened altars of daughter red in his hands.

Lao Xiucai squatted under the tree and said, "It's really rare that you don't comb your luck in the city on the twelfth floor of Bai Yujing, but come to give me wine." ”

The Lotus Crown Daoist heard the sarcasm in Lao Xiucai's words, and said disapprovingly: "Gu Liangchan is dead. ”

Lao Xiucai put down the wine gourd in his hand and said lightly: "If you die, you will die, everyone will die, you and I will die, sooner or later, you will have to do something, and your third child is also afraid of being stripped of merit and Chinese clothes?"

The Lotus Crown Daoist naturally knew Lao Xiucai's mood at this time, in addition to protecting his shortcomings, he valued any disciple: "The gambling game in Qianlong Land, every family has bet, can you afford to lose this game?

Lao Xiucai took a sip of wine and scolded: "Get out, don't bother me, I'm alone, what can I do if I can't afford to lose?" I'm not afraid of fighting, I'll accompany you if you're reasonable, don't bother me here, get out of here, don't come to your boss, I'm not free!"

The Lotus Crown Daoist sighed and said: "It should have been listed as a meritorious person in the Temple of Literature, but Shengsheng was rejected by you, I said why does the boss always say that he is not as good as you." ”

Lao Xiucai didn't speak.

Scholars in the world are proud to enjoy the Temple of Literature, but the only one who can really enter the Temple of Literature is the old talent who teaches in Longchang Town.

Dare to reason with the four saints and three sages and do not fall behind.

The moon on the horizon is full of stars, and if you talk too much about the truth, it will become empty talk, but if you don't say it, you will forget it to the world, and you will suffer from gains and losses.

"Master, the third Dao is gone. ”

"And what about the wine he brought?"

"Took it away, too. ”

"Bastard!"

Fang Liang looked at the old Xiucai who was scolding with a headache, and didn't know how to comfort him.

Lao Xiucai seemed to remember something and said, "Is there any wine that I stole from Lao Lin's house last night?"

Fang Liang smiled bitterly: "It's gone." ”

"Tomorrow I'll go to the East Divine Continent. Your little junior brother will be handed over to you, don't let the teacher down!"

After that, Lao Xiucai walked out of the courtyard with his hands behind his back, the children finished their homework, and naturally went home from school.

The truth is not only to submit to others, but also to make people laugh and cry, and few people will like it.