"Giggles!"

The breeze dews the rising sun, obliquely reflecting the prosperous Yueyang.

The early sun is shining, and the summer of Yueyang is different.

It is cooler than the Western Regions, warmer than the Northern Regions, more moist than the Eastern Regions, and more abundant sunshine than the above three regions.

Therefore, since the beginning of summer, the flowers and vegetation on the Wentian Mountain have begun to grow irrepressibly.

The first to attack was the wild bamboo, which turned into a flood beast with wild flowers and grasses, and swallowed half of the mountain roads in just a few days. Fortunately, the chairman of the Wentian Pavilion was very experienced, and before entering the summer, he arranged for many Confucian disciples to go to various mountain passes to take care of the reduction. Even so, the Tianshan Mountains are too big, often the vegetation at this end has not been cleaned up, and the newly cleaned ones at that end have begun to grow new shoots, and the manpower is limited, far from being able to suppress the pace of flowers and plants growing cocoons. Until recently, starting from the foot of the mountain, the green plants have been connected to the mountain, and the entire Wentian Mountain is almost covered by green plants, and it is difficult to see the sun again. The hiking trail to the west is even more so, with vines climbing up and down all the way, making it difficult to walk an inch, and even the small bamboo hut at the top of the mountain is buried in a green vine orchid, completely devoid of its original appearance.

"Giggles!"

“......”

Colorful butterflies fly in the flowers, and the crystal morning dew condenses into pearls, hanging on the eaves, and the reflection is deep and faint. A few small finches attracted by the rooster's cry stopped at the corner of the bamboo building and made two "shouts" from time to time.

Cross the vine orchid, enter the small bamboo house, and go to the ground hall.

The freshly washed sackcloth robe was dried on hemp rope, swaying gently in the wind.

A big rooster with colorful wings, majestic and high-spirited, standing arrogantly on the stone steps of the patio. With his head held high, his eyes glared angrily, and he despised the blue bird that was not much bigger than a date under the shadow of his ribs. The mouth of the blood basin opened into scissors, and from time to time it let out a "roar and low roar", as if threatening something.

The little blue bird is very different from the big rooster.

Although it is inferior to people, the small mung bean-like eyes are as still as water, wooden and without waves. With his little wings folded and a small roll of paper tied to his little paws, he stood quietly in the shadow of the big. Stunned, coldly, without even blinking his eyelids, completely ignoring the large mouth and noise of the blood disc that can be cut off at any time on the top of his head.

"Sha..."

Old man, I woke up very early today.

It's nearly half a quarter earlier than usual.

After getting up and washing, I went to the ground hall most of the time before and dried my clothes. Like a little blue bird ignoring the big rooster, the old man also turned a blind eye to this little blue bird. Taking care of himself, he clenched the tiger's claws into a fist, bowed his waist and leaned forward, raised his legs and walked slowly, and set up a boxing frame for morning practice in the faint morning light.

In fact, it's no wonder that the old man is stingy.

After all, it is indeed the little blue bird that is at fault today.

The mistake is that it came half a quarter earlier than usual. Since it came half a quarter earlier, it caused the ferocious big rooster to crow half a quarter earlier than usual. The big rooster crows half a quarter early, which also leads to the bell of the morning exercise on the mountainside, which is half a quarter earlier. The old man on the top of the mountain woke up half a moment early. And the intimate peony girl had to wake up from her sleep half a moment ago, after the first rooster crow. Hurriedly ran to the kitchen in the backyard, boiled the stove, boiled porridge, washed lotus seeds, cut bamboo shoots, and got busy.

Half a moment is not much, it seems to be dispensable, but it is really a lot, and it can disturb many things without a trace.

For example, Peony boiled porridge into gruel in the kitchen, and the old man on the edge of the patio washed his nightgown and linen clothes, and opened the boxing rack for morning exercises. There is no more time, no less, and it is just right for the little girl's mind. After half a while, the old man's fist frame came to an end, and the peony girl's lotus seed white jade soup was boiled.

Take out the pot and serve the bowl, pull up a steaming white tail, and bring it out of the kitchen.

To the Ground...

"Giggles. ”

The small broken steps are lightly stepped on, and the rooster sees the noise.

The peony that was approaching was very careful and did not disturb the peace of the old man's house. As usual, he raised his hand slightly, and carefully placed the lotus seed white jade soup on the edge of the patio, so that it could be naturally cooled by the breeze. He dropped the noisy rooster to the ground, and did not forget to take some delicious dried fruits from the fruit plate that was served, and put them in front of the rooster, firmly blocking its noisy beak.

After a few things are done, the peony will be free.

From the little paws of the blue bird, he lightly untied the letterhead and spread it out to look at it carefully.

The letter paper is not large, and when it is spread out, it is only a finger long and wide, which is enough to read at a glance, but not all of them. Just because, the words on the letter paper are intriguing and too many and too small, densely crowded, like a nest of ants being pocketed on a small piece of paper. It's dazzling to look at, and it's dizzy before you can look closely. It is hard to imagine how the young man who wrote this letter wrote the words into fine sand, and how he condensed thousands of grains of fine sand into a small piece of paper in a regular manner. If Si Danqing attainments, it is not an ordinary calligraphy that everyone can have...

"Sha..."

I read the letter carefully and fold it in the palm of my hand.

In the process of reading the letter, Peony did not show much emotional change from beginning to end. If she had to say that there was, it could only be said that when she read the letter to the end, her beautiful eyes had deviated a little from the direction of the old man without a trace, and that was all.

However, knowing the son is more than the father. No matter how delicate Peony's mind is, how can she hide the old man's delicate heart?

What's more, since the first rooster crow half a quarter early this morning, the old man has already guessed the clues that may happen next. It's like now, you don't need extra foreshadowing to get straight to the point...

"That little scourge is in trouble again, isn't it?"

"Something happened. ”

"Sha..."

The golden rooster is independent, Dapeng spreads its wings, and then sets up a crane-shaped fist frame along the exhibition trend.

Looking at the morning light reflected on his fist, the old man said sourly: "Eh, why do I think that I owe this kid in my previous life? Just pity my bad old man, who can't get a good night's sleep at a very old age. Hey..."

“......”

Words, sour.

The small mouth pouted slightly, and the peony seemed to be stuffy, so she didn't answer immediately.

The slender hand gently brushed the blue bird's head, picked up two fresh sour bamboo shoots from the plate, and placed them in front of the blue bird. After it had tasted the taste and began to peck at it, the peony medicine pulled up the hem of the sackcloth and sat cross-legged on the steps along the patio. Looking at the two pecking birds, he said sullenly: "Sir knows in his heart that this is not his intention, so why blame him? If there is no urgency, how dare he disturb you?"

"Heh..."

was refuted by his own disciples, and the sour taste of the old man became even stronger.

glanced at the peony angrily, and then looked at the lotus seed white jade soup placed on the edge of the patio, still emitting white smoke, and said sourly: "Protect this outsider everywhere, I see that there is no teacher like me in your eyes." If this kid is still in Yueyang City, I'm afraid you'll have to make a bowl of white jade soup, right?"

"It's not..."

Peony decisively denied it, and said quietly: "The disciple is reasonable, Mr. knows." Since childhood, to this day, Mr. has been the most respected person in his life, and there is no comparison. Even if he is still in Yueyang, the white jade soup that he wants to burn in vain will not take too much effort to dig out a handful of fine rice, where can any gentleman say it is unbearable?"

"Oh, that's a nice thing to say. ”

Anyone can say flattery, but no one says the same thing.

is like the old man in front of him, who has an iron pimple mouth, a tofu heart, and can't bear the soft and weak flattery of the little apprentice. All of a sudden, he got rid of the sour taste.

"Just your sharp teeth. ”

I didn't have the anger to say a word, and I didn't dwell on it. The old man turned his hands into monkey scratches, slowly stretched out his feet, and asked calmly, "Say, what is he doing again?"

"Sha..."

Liu Mei'er was crooked when she heard the words, her mouth was cute when she heard the words, and the peony smiled triumphantly.

As if afraid that the old man would change his face in the next moment, Peony pulled up the hem of the hemp of the sackcloth, stood up, and walked to the old man with neat steps. Spread out the letterhead in the palm of his hand, bit his little lip, and asked in a quiet voice, "May I ask what Mr. understands this?"

"Oh?"

The old eyes narrowed and glanced at it.

The old man read it very quickly, densely packed with thousands of small words, and he just glanced at it hastily. After a glance, he withdrew his divine light, and several wisps of indescribable doubt opened from his eyes. I seem to see some clues...

"Tsk, why is it him again?"

After a few breaths of doubt, the old man couldn't help but cry out in surprise.

Seeing this, Peony suddenly felt strange. The letter was written by Xia Xun from the north. Thousands of words were sprinkled and many things were said. One of the most inscrutable is the seemingly obscene but mysterious magic stick.

"Sir, do you know the Taoist?"

"I don't know, but I know. ”

"Huh?"

The old man denied it directly without thinking about it, but his words were quite profound, and he couldn't make Peony understand immediately.

"Is this person famous?"

"I don't know if it's famous, but it's definitely not small..."

The mood of the old man's morning exercise seems to have disappeared. patted his sleeves, simply put away his fist, took the letter from Peony's hand, and walked to the stone steps of the patio and sat down. Sticking to the letterhead, he said: "The letter said that this person once gave Xia Yuan a hexagram, and this is indeed true. Because, when Xia Yuan broke the sky and passed through the cliff ditch in the south a month ago, he was indeed intercepted by this person, and he was indeed forced to pay money to buy a hexagram at that time. For this reason, Xia Yuan also specially went up the mountain to ask me. ”

"Forced to buy hexagrams?"

Peony was confused.

Who is Xia Yuan?

It's a ruffian hooligan!

In the world, there is actually someone who can openly and openly deceive his money? This is probably the funniest joke in the world, and if it is said, no one will believe it.

However, that's exactly what the old man said.

The old man smiled meaningfully and asked rhetorically, "You have a relationship with that person, do you still have an impression?"

The little hand was naturally held in the lower abdomen, and the peony pondered quietly for a moment. recalled, and said carefully: "Three short figures, bean eyes and round faces, and two whiskers. Wearing a gray-blue round-necked white robe, holding a lotus canopy and black iron to whisk the dust, holding a yellow wood and a white flag, and the book on the flag is counted as a heavenly opportunity. ”

The old man nodded: "What about cultivation?"

"The breath is frivolous and bottomless, no different from ordinary people. ”

"Are you sure?"