Wave your sleeves and don't take away a cloud.

The handsome pot, the painter, the little monk, and the roaring dog drove away from Hezhong Mansion early in the morning.

There is no banquet in the world, Wu Dao and Lu Yun did not follow Shuai Guo, but stayed in Hezhong Mansion, and when the time is right, they went to walk the rivers and lakes, although it took less than ten days to meet from the 'There is an Inn' to the present, but they have a certain understanding of the rivers and lakes.

It's no longer as one-sided as it used to be.

As the saying goes, read 10,000 books, travel 10,000 miles.

On the other side, the painter held the reins and drove the carriage, Shuai Guo and the little monk sat in the car, lying on their sides, who let Shuai Guo not drive the carriage.

As the painter drove the carriage, he thought to himself, if only my four apprentices were here.

The four ghosts in Guanzhong were taken away by his father, the old man in Guanzhong, and there was no news.

If those apprentices were there, someone would drive, someone would serve, someone would protect, and it wouldn't cost money. Along the way, don't mention how cool it is.

If his apprentices knew, they would definitely complain, you are not looking for apprentices, but for servants.

You don't miss us, you don't miss us...... Don't say it, sad.

The carriage traveled westward, and there were some bumps on the road.

The sun rises overhead from the east.

Shuai Guo couldn't stand the bumps and shouted, "Stop." ”

The painter pulled the reins, and the carriage came to a slow stop.

I saw Shuai Guo rushing off the carriage, squatting on the ground, vomiting...... Spit on the ground, a mouthful of bitter water.

The painter smiled, "It's okay." ”

"It's okay, just take it slowly. ”

The painter looked up at the sun and said, "It's noon, so let's rest here for a while and replenish some dry food." ”

A few sat down, and the painter said, "Take out the dry food you bought yesterday." ”

The handsome pot didn't move, so the little monk got into the car, took down a box, opened the box, and inside was osmanthus cake.

Painter, "That's it, osmanthus cake, can you eat enough?"

"You gave me that little money, what can you buy? Can you buy these, or I have been grinding with the vendor for half an hour. The latter sentence was exaggerated, so I asked the price, and then bought it, it was as simple as that, I didn't even pay back the most basic counteroffer, I was worried about the free dinner of the 'River Restaurant', but in the end I grabbed a few steamed buns.

Lost.

Three people sat there, one took one to eat, in fact, the most painful was the roaring dog, it lay there, looking at the osmanthus cake, one came it didn't like to eat, the other was not full, he wanted to eat meat.

Forget it, just endure it, stretch out your paws, and go get an osmanthus cake.

Shuai Guo scolded, "There are not enough people to eat." ”

The roaring dog walked away in a gray manner, human pet, you give Uncle Ben to eat, Uncle Ben doesn't eat it, Uncle Ben wants to eat meat.

Whoosh, rushed into the grass.

The little monk said, "Why did the Howling Dog run away?"

Shuai Guo smiled, "There will be meat to eat soon." And quietly followed.

Heaven and earth are endless, thousands of miles of tracking.

The whistling dog had a pair of dog noses, and soon smelled the smell of a hare from the grass, and swished, chased after it, only to see a large hare grazing.

The hare heard the movement, and when he saw it, a big black dog was whining, and looked at it, and seemed to say, Come to the mouth.

The hare panicked, ran away, panicked, crashed ——, into a tree, and fainted to the ground.

With a smile, the roaring dog walked over, and said in his heart, if you don't give me osmanthus cake, the uncle won't give you meat to eat.

The roaring dog opened its mouth and wanted to swallow the hare in one gulp, but Shuai Guo saw this situation and said in his heart, "This dead dog wants to eat alone." ”

Shadow-like, moving with the wind, whoosh - one step ahead, snatched the hare.

The whistling dog bit down, teeth to teeth, and it hurt, and then he froze, where is the hare?

When he looked up, he saw a man he hated, carrying a rabbit, standing there, gritting his teeth.

Get in a good position and be ready to pounce on him at any moment and bite him to death.

Shuai Guo said provocatively, "You want to bite me, come on." ”

The Howling Sky Dog weighed the strength comparison, and I will let you go this time. Wagging his tail, he stepped forward and rubbed his trouser leg towards Shuai Guo, his eyes staring at the rabbit in Shuai Guo's hand.

"That's good!" touched the head of the Howling Sky Dog with one hand.

The howling dog licked his hand obediently.

Shuai Guo's backhand is a slap, "It's disgusting, it's all saliva." He wiped his hand against the back of the Howling Dog.

The heart of the roaring dog is cold, I'll go, your uncle's. You still have no humanity, you are crazy, and there is no cure.

"The world is so beautiful, the howling dog is so cute, but I'm so irritable, not good, not good!" Shuai Guo is doing deep self-reflection.

And stroked the howling dog, sincerely apologized.

I'm not Erha, missing a string, do you think I'm going to be fooled, lick your hand again, and you slap me again?

"Howling Dog, won't you forgive me? I'm so sad. ”

"It's my fault, I'm not going to hit your dog's head, just forgive me. ”

The Howling Dog hesitated a little, tentatively stuck out his tongue, licked it, and saw that the handsome pot did not wave his hand to pump it.

Just a few more strokes, licking and licking, the howling dog was a little intoxicated.

Smack-

A slap came over.

"Sure enough, it's still a little uncomfortable. After Shuai Guo finished speaking, he carried the rabbit and returned to the carriage.

The whistling dog stood there dumbfounded. Woo woo, the human routine is too deep, I'm going back to the kennel.

The painter, the little monk looked at the rabbit, all drooling, I remember the first time I met the little monk, he was still a good monk who was a vegetarian, and now he drools when he sees meat.

Wherever there is still a monk's appearance, it's all my fault.

The painter put down the half-bitten osmanthus cake and looked at the hare, this guard was not invited in vain, and he was actually a good hand at catching hares.

The painter was very interested in picking up wood, and the handsome pot was there to kill rabbits, peel them, and wash them by the stream.

The fire burned, and the rabbit rack roasted on it.

Grey walked over and crawled there. After baking, the handsome pot first tore a rabbit leg, the painter also tore a rabbit leg when he saw this, the little monk tore off a front leg, and the roaring dog saw this and stretched out his head to bite off the last rabbit leg.

The three of them looked at it in unison.

Shuai Guo said first, "The bones we eat are enough for you to eat." ”

The painter also said, "Yes, we eat meat, and the bones are left for you." ”

Wow wow, tears are swirling, you all bully me.

"The bones are all left to you, and you have nothing to be satisfied with. ”

"That's right. ”

The Howling Dog's heart is cold.

It's better to have than nothing, though there is their saliva in the bones, although they spit on the ground, although ......

I saw Shuai Guo throw the rabbit bones into the sky, and the roaring dog had quick eyes and mouth, and before it landed, it was caught and swallowed in one bite.

Then he lay there again, looking intently at the painter and the little monk. Xindao, can you eat quickly.

That's what a dog goes into every day.

Even if it is a dog that knows martial arts, it can't change the habits of a dog.

After eating, a few people walked on the grass, rested for a while, and had nothing to do, Shuai Guo asked, "What are you doing in Dunhuang?"

The painter replied, "Look at the mural." ”

Shuai Guo was puzzled, "Mural?"

"Today, on the way to painting, there is no one else who can enter my eyes except for painting Saint Wu Daozi, but it is a pity that he drove to the west early. Otherwise, I'll have to compete with him to see who is the best in the world. ”

Later, I heard that he made a mural in Dunhuang, which was his pinnacle and his last painting, and after the painting, he died not long after.

It was rumored that the mural was psychic and holy, and the painter laughed when he heard it, but he didn't take it seriously until some time ago, when he realized something.

"I want to see if his painting is as it is rumored, psychic and holy. ”

Do you think this is talking about fasting, but also psychic, manifestation, handsome pot power when the story is listening.

But looking at his piercing eyes, there seemed to be a fire burning.

Shuai Guo couldn't bear to hit him, so he didn't say the sentence 'You talked too much'.