In Ruyang City, in that unknown alley, there lived an unknown old man, who had weak legs and feet, and could only move sideways with a cane.

The old man is dressed no different from other people of the same age, wearing a black shirt and a black hat, most of the old people who are dying are dressed in this attire, after all, black clothes and hats are easier to cover the bones of the body.

The old man is the only reader in this alley, and usually when there is a happy event, he will ask the old man to help write couplets and hang gift lists.

The old man loves to talk, but also very good at talking, the people in the alley often invite the old man to accompany the guest after the guest, the old man is also very good, the meat and vegetarian dishes on the table should clip a few chopsticks on a few chopsticks, only the rule of eating less, there is no time to eat more.

Recently, there are a few men in the alley who have made money, in addition to buying houses and guys, they will also buy two sets of clothes for the old parents at home, and the daughter-in-law has not been left behind, and they have spare money to buy rouge gouache, and the children in the family who used to only run crazy in the alley and play with urine mud also follow the old man to read and write, in the end, it is only those who have seen the world who want to read to their children, and their coolies who have not read must have suffered a lot of losses outside without reading.

The old man is not very concerned about the studies of seven or eight children, not because the children's families do not give money, but when people are old, they feel that the children are too noisy, and when the children come home after school at night, the children's voices are still buzzing in the ears of the old man.

The old man took care of the osmanthus tree in the small courtyard, and he was more diligent than the old rich man took care of his new concubine.

However, one is an old rich man who has no power to the bed, and the other is a concubine full of spring, and the old man can't take care of it at all.

The unknown old man is dizzy and sleepy, lying on the recliner and sleeping in the sun for an afternoon, and the laurel tree is really growing too well, and a few branches have just been picked off by the pleasing scholar of the spring a few days ago.

The old man moved a recliner every day to lie under the laurel tree and bask in the sun, from time to time to drink a refreshing strong tea to ensure that he would not doze off, and the crutches were also placed within reach of the side, as long as someone dared to touch his laurel tree, he would swing a stick hard to let those scholars break two long bones.

In the evening, the sunset was shining, and the old man who had slept for a day and a night pulled the laurel branch down the tree, and his clothes were slightly ragged, and he patted his yawning mouth and asked, "Is this your bureau?"

The old man, who had been awake all day, did not speak, nor did he see the quietness, so he sat dryly.

Qingjing poured tea by himself, only a small half bowl, after drinking it, he couldn't eat it, and he couldn't drink it comfortably, and opened the lid of the white teapot, grabbed the brewed tea residue and put it in his mouth and chewed it.

The unknown old man was carrying a cane and was about to hit Lao Dao's arm, but he was worried that he would break the teapot by mistake, so he could only put down the crutches and hold it with both hands, and said with a smile: "You still haven't been able to get rid of the stinky problem of eating tea residues." ”

Qingjing swallowed the tea residue in his mouth, sat on the recliner and said to himself: "It's much more powerful than before, after killing the prince in Pingshan County, the emperor inexplicably came out of nowhere." Twin peaks to twin peaks, a grand event in the rivers and lakes, really have to respond to the nonsense of the old bald donkey. The will is to Chi Chongfeng to enter Beijing to be the crown princess, and the East Palace has no owner and chooses a fart princess, which is nothing more than to let the illegitimate son who has no dragon luck absorb the luck of Xiao Nizi that complements the dragon qi of Ruyang City, and it is natural to inherit the unification in the future, and no one criticizes it. Wang Yin has lived to a dog all his life, what a loyal dog, and his granddaughter can also do it. The Hebi Sword Sect, Changchu Palace, Qionglu Academy, White Horse Academy, and many other forces have all been involved, and the undercurrent of the Nine Counties is surging, what a big game of chess! Are you not afraid of drowning in the game?"

Just now the old man squeezed on the recliner when the unknown old man let half of the buttocks, now the old man needs his legs to help to sit firmly on the recliner, he squeezed the old way butt seat, the old man did not give an inch of land, the old man had to get up on crutches, basking in the sun for a day he put the crutches on his crotch, slowly pulled his clothes, squinted his eyes and looked at the sunset on the horizon, and sighed: "People are old, the sun is still on the mountain, and the bones of the body are a little cold." ”

Seeing that the old scholar didn't speak, the old man said quietly: "Old man, what do you say?"

The old scholar held the recliner with one hand and crutches in the other and said with a smile: "It is indeed the old man who asked me, how old do you say you are older than me, and you are not dead?"

Qing Jing looked proud, got up and said with a smile: "Not much, not much, that's it, this is not waiting for you to see you off first, and then the poor road will soar." ”

The old scholar, who sat back in his recliner and was about to spare an inch of land, asked unconvincedly, "Ascension?"

Lao Dao didn't care about the gains and losses of the recliner, and hummed lightly.

The old scholar looked incredulous.

Qing Jing looked back at the scholar's expression and couldn't help but say, "What kind of expression do you have, why don't you fly to the poor path and live for one hundred and fifty years?"

The old scholar lay on the recliner, leaned sideways and held the cane in his arms, and then rocked the recliner rhythmically, and said leisurely: "I thought you just didn't want to die." ”

Qing Jing laughed and echoed, "It sounds like that's the truth. ”

The unknown old man lay on his chair and shook the chair while humming a hoarse tune.

Qing Jing paced back and forth for two steps, and couldn't help but ask, "Is it really your bureau?"

The old man said proudly: "No, it's my disciple who laid it, what's the matter, it can be called a national hand, right?"

When people get old, those who have children begin to compare with their children, and those who have no children and daughters are compared to apprentices.

The old man looked at the speechless Qingjing, and said with a hearty smile: "My disciple is much stronger than yours." In fact, you don't have to be presumptuous, my apprentice will also arrange some little shrimp to kill him, and his life should not be because of the help of nobles, but because we don't care about him at all, or don't care. ”

Qingjing grabbed the tea leaves from the teapot again, put them in her mouth and chewed and swallowed, "Your mouth is as poisonous as ever. ”

The old man turned his head to look at Qing Jing and chuckled, "I've been wondering if we can still be friends if I, the poisoner, end your family's Great Xia Dynasty." ”

Qing Jing looked at the last afterglow of the sunset, just like the afterglow he looked at Daxia a hundred years ago, the difference was that his heart was cold at that time, and his body was cold now.

Lao Dao remembered the father who didn't fall in love with the court, the mother who liked to visit her sons and daughters after becoming the queen mother, the brother who wanted to become an immortal and wanted to go crazy, the sister-in-law who became a plaything under the crotch, and the uncles, brothers and sisters, nephews and nieces who were poked to death in all corners of Ruyang City......

Lao Dao came back to his senses after the last afterglow of the sunset disappeared, he turned his head to see that the old scholar had already put the recliner into the room, and at this time he stood side by side with his hands on crutches, the difference was that the old man looked at the afterglow of the sunset, and Lao Dao looked at the old man who was poisonous.

Qingjing, who had figured everything out, patted the old man on the shoulder and chuckled: "You have accepted a good disciple, and you can also look at it under Jiuquan, but what about me, if you accept a disciple who is not good or bad, if you die, you must not close your eyes, so you have to retreat and ascend to become a heavenly immortal." ”

Qingjing, who has been working in Xuankong Mountain all year round, didn't know how serious it was, and the old man who was patted in pain shrugged his shoulders to relieve the pain and asked, "Really?"

Qing Jing stretched out his hand to pat the top of the old man's head, the head didn't hurt but the hat was slapped off, revealing the old man's bald head with few gray hairs, Qing Jing, who missed his hand, smiled dumbly, picked up the hat on the ground and buckled it on the old man's head, and said softly: "Fake." ”

Hearing that the old Taoist said that it was fake, the old scholar laughed, "I'm relieved that you will die too, after all, it's only fair that everyone has become a ghost." ”

Qingjing muttered: "It's true that you will die, whether I will die or ascend will only know in the end, since I can live so many years longer than you, I will naturally live a few years longer than you." ”

Qingjing sighed in her heart that she was indeed old, and she almost forgot to ask about some things.

Just now the old man praised his disciple for most of the day, and the old man didn't know who the old man's disciple was, since he had handed over the disciple, then he also had to "take care" of it, and asked curiously: "Who is your disciple?"

As soon as the old scholar who had been scheming all his life heard this, he knew that this bull's nose was not at ease, and waved his hand and said: "Don't say it, I said that his life is difficult to protect." ”

Lao Dao shrugged his shoulders and said, "I don't know it, Li Shiyu." ”

The old scholar was a little curious, how could this bull nose know about this, and said with a smile: "This posterity is smart and smart, the layout is not very good, the shot is too stingy, there is no national hand, I used to think about teaching the old man this mastery after accepting him, but this posterity is too famous, it is not suitable for this at all, I found another good one in Guozijian." ”

Speaking of the disciple's affairs, the old scholar looked pleased.

Hearing the old man say that his apprentice was in the Guozijian, he said quietly: "Then I will kill the entire Guozijian prisoner." ”

The old scholar reminded unhurriedly: "As a Taoist real person, you are not afraid that after provoking cause and effect, you must not be small, and you can afford to lose the luck of Taoism?"

Qingjing hugged his fists and said, "Thank you for reminding me!"

The old man was very angry when he mentioned Qingjing, and asked: "As an outsider, aren't you about to soar, what does the affairs of the world have to do with you?"

The old scholar thought to himself that his family was strange, and he saw him like this when he was young, talking every day and being busy chiseling stones, but running down the mountain every day, of course, it was when he was young, not when he was quiet.

Qing Jing smiled: "The poor road in the world also has to fight, you see Qinghui's bull's nose." ”

The old scholar mended the knife and said: "You are also a bull's nose." ”

Qingjing said to herself: "Don't interrupt, the kid Huang Ling collected is a good seedling." ”

The old man couldn't keep up with Qingjing's rhythm, and asked: "I just said Qinghui, why did it become Huang Ling again, Qinghui and I won't either, how good are you talking about Huang Ling's apprentice?"

The old Taoist who chiseled two Jiazi stones on Xuankong Mountain didn't know how to describe it, he knew that the child was very good, but he didn't know how to say it, and he held it for a long time before he said: "That Huang Ling accepted that child, and it is also a good seedling, the kind that comes out once in five hundred years." ”

Qing Jing talked about the people who came out once in five hundred years, and the old scholar immediately thought of the palace secret files he had seen before, and took the opportunity to joke: "It seems that you used to come out once in five hundred years, why did you only chisel stones on Xuankong Mountain?"

The old man said: "It's okay not to mention the old things, and it's okay not to mention the old things." ”

The old scholar turned around and walked sideways with his cane, approaching the door in small steps, the tiles on the eaves were loosened by the spring breeze, and they were crumbling, and the old man held the crutches and wanted to push them, but he couldn't reach the tiles.

Qing Jingpi stomped close to the old man, jumped up and stuffed the tiles tightly into the cracks, and nodded smugly.

The old scholar couldn't cry or laugh, and said sourly: "If you don't find an apprentice, Xuankong Mountain may really be renamed Kongxuan Mountain." ”

Qingjing blew his beard and glared: "The dog can't spit out ivory in his mouth, and my Taoist prosperity should have this number." ”

After finishing speaking, Qing Jing hurriedly stretched out five fingers.

The old scholar walked step by step with his cane and approached the laurel tree, and said with a smile: "Five hundred years, it's too long, maybe there will be a few variables in the middle, there are thousands of reasons for prosperity, but there is only one reason for defeat." ”

Qingjing is full of indifference.

The old scholar stuffed his crutches into the branches of the laurel tree and chuckled: "Let's talk about Huang Ling's heir, I'll listen to how amazing it is, and see if I can jump out of my disciple's layout in the future." ”

Qingjing took off the crutches and looked at them carefully, and said to herself: "His heir's name is Han Dou'er, and he is only more than ten years old. ”

The old scholar smiled: "These are not important, you were in your thirties at that time." ”

The old scholar disliked him, and he couldn't find the point every time he spoke.

Qingjing's eyes were infinitely tender, and he must have forgotten that he was now an outsider, and said softly: "At that time, the poor Dao was in his thirties, and the concubine of this king was a top beauty. ”

The old scholar asked a question that he wanted to ask many years ago but didn't ask, and it was not suitable to ask at that time, "To be honest, did you want your daughter-in-law when you first went to Xuankong Mountain?"

Qingjing Lao Dao said helplessly: "I think, why don't you want to, I missed it very much when I first went to Salu Mountain, after all, I have experienced everything." ”

The old scholar snatched the crutches and asked, "Did you almost break your Dao heart?"

Qing Jing raised her eyes to look at the old scholar and asked with a smile, "How do you know?"

The old man pointed to his heart, and then to his head.

Lao Dao wiped the dust left by the seva just now on his hand, and said helplessly: "It's really boring to talk to you." ”

The old man smiled: "You don't know if you say something wrong." ”

Lao Dao returned to the main preacher: "Isn't it strange that you say that a teenager doesn't have any luck on him?"

The old scholar replied, "It's okay." ”

Qingjing roared softly, "Say 'strange' will die?"

The old scholar stuffed his crutches into the branches of the laurel tree again, and said with a smile: "I don't know if it will die, I know I don't want to say that." ”

Qingjing, who was full of feet, straightened his clothes and said: "The old way pinched his fingers." ”

Qingjing originally wanted to show off her skills, but she never thought that the old scholar's words would make him almost angry.

The old scholar casually asked, "How many days have you been going?"

Lao Dao replied casually: "Sixty years." ”

The old scholar gloated with schadenfreude and happiness, and laughed and said: "You have been practicing Taoism for so many years at once, aren't you just cultivating the Tao for two years, and you don't feel distressed?"

Qing Jing said with a painful face: "I feel distressed, there is no hope of soaring in this life." ”

Qing Jing suddenly came to her senses, pointed at the old scholar with her index finger and said, "What the hell are you talking about poverty!"

The old scholar laughed heartily and said, "Woke up?"

Qingjing smiled: "It's really boring to talk to you. ”

The old scholar said: "This is the second time you have said it. Let's continue to talk about the little Taoist boy who has made you leak for 60 years. ”

Qingjing was really in a bad mood today, and said lazily: "Before he went up the mountain, he sealed a little snake that turned into a python, and the five thunders thundered on the top to scatter the luck as thick as the dew mountain, leaving his own luck like incense sticks, not counting, his own luck has gradually dissipated, and there is no trace left after going to the mountain of sass." ”

The old scholar made a guess, "It should be the reincarnation of a certain emperor." ”

Lao Dao chuckled and said: "When the thunder tribulation was like, he seemed to know his previous life, and said wildly: 'I, Han Dou'er, carry the Heavenly Dao, destroy the Heavenly Dao, resist the Heavenly Tribulation, and squint at the Heavenly Tribulation. In my previous life, I didn't care who my surname was. It doesn't matter who I will be in the Hereafter. I have cultivated the Dao, not the Heavenly Dao of this day, not the Dao of this earth, nor the humanity of all living beings, I have cultivated my Dao. This way does not seek to transcend life and death, but only to lean over to look at the common people, and the flying sword points to the world. Jiazi, Yichou, Bingyin, Ding Mao...... After reading the sixty Jiazi, the coercion of the Heavenly Tribulation no longer exists. ”

The old scholar smiled: "Sixty Jiazi has this divine power, this is strange." ”

Qingjing said that she was also puzzled.

The old scholar said: "You really should find another disciple, otherwise I don't know if this Xuankong Mountain will not be renamed, the incense in the south will slowly be more prosperous than your mountain, what is wrong with your apprentice, you old boy is dizzy and looks away?"

Qingjing smiled: "It's not clumsy, he has his way, and the old way can't control it." ”

The old scholar asked curiously: "The north and south mountains are separated by thousands of miles, how do you know so much?"

Qingjing smiled: "Guess." ”

The old scholar was a little worried: "You won't see my student too, will you?"

"Don't dare, the way of the world has changed, what if I leak my sixty years of Taoism again" Saying this, the old Taoist wanted to scold his mother, what kind of world-breaking way is this?

The old scholar proposed: "Then don't forget it, find another apprentice, and have a companion for chiseling stones." ”

Qingjing nodded and agreed: "That's the reason." ”

After Qingjing finished speaking, he left with a gesture, and said angrily: "'The wind goes to the mountains and mountains, and the sound of the bell is ten thousand bamboos and bamboos', why is it not good?

The old scholar fell into the well and said: "Vulgar is vulgar." ”

The old scholar did not take the crutches placed between the branches of the laurel tree, and began to move towards the door of the house, and walked quietly towards the alleyway, and the two old men with bad legs and feet walked in opposite directions, and neither of them looked back.

After walking away quietly.

The old scholar dragged out the recliner and put it under the laurel tree, the old man looked at the laurel tree, thinking about when Li Shiyu's kid would send Xinfeng wine, and the life of a person after thinking about it was not too difficult.

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In the Guozi Supervision School, the cyan clothes of the same system make it impossible for outsiders to distinguish who these students are, many of them are holding books by the small lake, and the only alternative who does not bring books is Li Shiyu, the Guozi Prison Supervisor who sees the head and does not see the tail.

There were a lot of ants by the lake, Li Shiyu squatted with his hands and watched the ants come and go searching for food, took a candy full of sweat stains and put it on the ground, the ants touched the candy and went to the ant nest.

The scholar squinted his eyes for a while, and many ants rushed here, and the scholar took the candy and rubbed it on the line with stones tied to the thread, and hung the line into the water, and the ants who couldn't find the candy in the previous position sniffed the food all the way to the line.

The scholar waited and waited, and the sun set for a long time before the scholar trembled and crawled all over the lines of ants, and the water was full of fleeing ants.

The little scholar who ran in the distance shouted, "Childe, it's time to eat, and the dishes are cold." ”

The scholar didn't look at the scholar either, and replied casually: "I know, I'll come right away." ”

The scholar shook the lines of the hanging stones in a circle, hummed the drama and left. Tomorrow it's time to send wine to the old man, this time I want to send one less jar, after drinking too much wine, he doesn't care if he can't stand the laurel tree, what he is worried about is the old man who has lived in treacherous calculations all his life, and one day he will burp when he has no thoughts.