The Twelfth Episode of the Past and the Attained Monks (18)

The pen turned slightly, first pressed Xiaoqing and Fahai laughed and scolded angrily, and then said that he wore a silk soft hat sent by Wu Niangzi and returned home happily, the abandoned house was dilapidated, the leaves and mountains in the courtyard were stacked, stained, the sparks in the east house were indifferent, and the chrysanthemum candlelight came out through the window, igniting the fireflies in the dark courtyard.

I heard someone in the room say angrily: "I don't know how the sky is thick and the earth is thick, why didn't you fly away with the female thief?"

When he entered the house, he saw that the room was almost empty, and there was nothing conspicuous except for a wooden bed made of old bark. On the bed, a rude man carried a pot of old wine and drank it for a while, and glared: "Little beast, where have you gone to the wild? You and that girl eat wine and chew meat, but you abandon your father, and you are not afraid of karma in the future?"

The deceased hurriedly explained: "Daddy, don't bend the child, the child and that aunt hit it off at first sight, and they became friends for ten thousand years." But how dare you abandon your father and linger alone in the sea of wine and meat? In fact, it is a festival of lanterns, fireworks and dazzling colors, and the children are on a whim, so they get carried away and come back later. ”

The rough man can't read a few big characters, and the most disgusted reader on weekdays chews the words, and looks poor. Yizi and the old Xiucai next door didn't like to learn literature and research, looking at these sour and rotten literati shaking their heads all day long, sighing and sighing, and secretly laughing in their hearts: Can you be such a thin and sick man can withstand a few old punches from Zhang Sanqing?

Zhang Sanqing hated Wensheng Xiuru, and saw that his son and the old Xiucai who suffered from tuberculosis were in one place all day long, and he couldn't help but be furious.

Now in the middle of the night, his belly is deflated, and the colic is unbearable, but his son is still chewing words like this, what is the use of this set of poor and sour words? Zhang Sanqing sneered: "I call you this little evil obstacle and don't talk about people!" Jumping up from the bed, a hungry tiger pounced on the food, pressed the dead life to the ground, and picked up a fan-like slap It was a good beating.

In his last life, he was weak and could withstand Zhang Sanqing's hammer-like fist, but he knew in his heart that if he cried his father and called his mother, he would make his godfather angry and make him suffer more.

As expected, Zhang Sanqing slapped it a few times, but he didn't feel very interesting, and gasped and scolded: "The little evil obstacle that has no interest, how many beatings can make you pretend to be stupid and stunned, and be a dead fish?"

In his last life, he only felt that the Venus in front of him was surging in front of him, and his bones were sore, and he said: "Daddy, don't fight, the child knows that he is wrong." It was the dead of night, the stars were faint and the moon was scarce, and Daddy hadn't eaten yet, so the child went to cut some sweet potatoes and boiled them, and drank with Daddy. “

Zhang Sanqing saw that he was strong and did not lose, in fact, he was an alcoholic, strong outside, and he was strong in the middle, so he was angry and aroused a little "Shenwei" Now he has long lost his momentum, and he can't help but feel refreshed when he mentions eating, and scolds a foul sentence: "Lao Tzu taught you that this kid is also a little tired and tired, and cutting melons and cooking porridge is exactly what I want." Huh, what kind of thing? What a valuable hat, where did you sneak in?" he said as he took off the hat on his head and held it in his hand: "Hehe, this silk is a high-quality Jiangnan brocade, Lao Tzu Ming'er took this object to give some wine on credit, but it's wonderful!"

In his life, he was very afraid of his godfather, and at this time, he didn't know the strength from there, so he turned over, grabbed the brocade hat and said, "This is sent by my aunt, how can I go to drink on credit?"

Zhang Sanqing was accustomed to being powerful and blessed, and when he saw that he suddenly violated himself in his past life, he couldn't help but be stunned: Didn't this kid eat the gall of a bear's heart and a leopard? How dare he contradict Lao Tzu! After half a sound, his strange eyes rolled: "If I don't relax with you for three days, your kid will go to the house to uncover the tiles!"

It turned out that there was no mother's love since childhood, and deep down in my heart I eagerly longed for my mother to spoil her, although it was the first time I met Wu Niangzi, but I saw her gentle and beautiful, and I was even more caring for myself, and I unconsciously regarded her as a mother, and the things she gave herself were naturally extremely precious. When he saw Zhang Sanqing's strange eyes, he was about to pounce. I couldn't help but turn around and run, shouting in my heart: I can't give it to him, I can't give it to him!

The deceased ran into the courtyard and wanted to grab the door, but at this time the clouds were thick and foggy, the stars and the moon were not shining, and the yard was very dark. Zhang Sanqing chased after him with a cruel smile: "Tell your turtle son to run, and wait for Lao Tzu to be comfortable with you." ”

He was just about to teach his son a lesson with his fists, when he suddenly heard a cold voice drifting into his ears: "If you dare to move him, next year will be your sacrifice day at a time like this." “

He was overjoyed and said, "Auntie, you're here." I saw that under the dark night, there was suddenly a woman in black in the courtyard, she held a glass transparent lantern in her hand, and the characters of Journey to the West on the lamp were vivid, slowly like life, the Tang Dynasty was brilliant, and the fireworks in the prosperous era were like Izumo Luan Phoenix, as if she wanted to fly through the painting.

Wu Niangzi's figure fluttered, like a cloud falling in Chang'an, gently and skillfully landed beside the deceased, the slender jade hand was gently supported, and the deceased stood up.

He grabbed her sleeve and said, "Auntie, you came so fast!"

Wu Niangzi sighed and said, "If I come one step late, will you still let others die?"

The deceased little blushed and shouted, "Auntie!"

Zhang Sanqing felt very awkward when he heard it, but he was coarse and poor, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses, and he couldn't help but be furious: "Okay! You mother-in-law of unknown origin, dare to come to sow discord, see if I don't want you to look good!"

Wu Niangzi's footsteps faltered, easily avoided Zhang Sanqing's old fist, flipped her wrist, and there was already a long black sheath whip on her palm, shook it in the wind, drew an arc, and wrapped it around Zhang Sanqing's feet and neck, and said coquettishly: "Useless things, lie down for the old lady!"

The deceased hurriedly stopped him, but it was too late, so he saw Zhang Sanqing shouting and screaming, and fell on his back to the sky. But he was a man with rough skin and thick flesh, and he was tightened after a few falls, and with a strange scream, he got up and came to fight again.

Wu Niangzi sneered: "Don't you cry if you don't see the coffin?" The long whip in her hand swirled, and her wrist trembled, like a python whip rolling on the ground, hanging lightly and delicately on Zhang Sanqing's feet.