The old monk with a few sticks of withered grass in his hair in the chicken nest looked like a native savage on the mountain, and the reflection was very dazzling, at this time he was wiping his sweat while panting he, and his back was slightly bent over with two bundles of dry firewood on his shoulders.

Before he walked to the door of the broken temple, Jiekong seemed to find that there was more of a figure, a glimpse, followed by indifference, but after another glance, it was not indifferent, immediately threw down the dry firewood, and scolded angrily at the bullfight: "Okay, you little bastard, as soon as you come back, you will steal the old man's wine to drink!"

Nie Zhuang pretended to pluck out his ears, looked disdainful, and muttered: "It's like killing a pig, as if you've done it to your daughter-in-law." ”

Quit the air and smoke, four long white whiskers fluttering, and one glared angrily.

Not to be outdone, Nie Zhuang glared back, and his momentum was no less than that of the old monk Jiekong.

Jiekong's eyes are bigger, and so is Nie Zhuang, the two of them are bigger than their eyes, their eyebrows are expressive, you come and go, the meaning of which is that God knows Nie Zhuang knows that Nie Zhuang knows that others don't know, and in the end, Nie Zhuang, who is more tender than Jiang Lao, was defeated first.

Jiekong, who was a little smug and asked with a smile: "I haven't seen you for some time, are you okay?"

Just now, his eyes were bigger than preserved eggs, and now he was a little painful, Nie Zhuang rubbed it lightly and asked with the same smile: "I haven't seen you for a while, are you okay?"

Almost at the same time, the two spoke in a very tacit understanding, "You want to try?"

Jiekong sat on the ground, pulled a piece of grass and put it in his mouth, and said: "Old rule, let your kid have a stick of incense for a while, see how far you can run this time, and remember to smear some oil on the soles of your feet." ”

Hearing this, Nie Zhuang pursed his lips, and before leaving, he didn't forget to take another sip of fine wine and quit the old monk fiercely, and called the empty liver pain, stomach ache, and gum pain to treat the wine as a daughter-in-law, and then saw Nie Zhuang jump, and there were eight figures flying in all directions, and the purple bamboo forest was full of wind and sound, and the fallen leaves were flying all over the sky.

For the first time, he couldn't hold back the wine and didn't touch Nie Zhuang's unfinished wine jar, and he was really bored, picking his feet and scratching his ears and cheeks for a while, picking his nose and picking his teeth for a while, and picking eggs and scratching his buttocks for a while, and finally waited hard until a stick of incense, Lisuo lifted his sleeves and kicked off the cloth shoes full of patches, he didn't want to chase Nie Zhuang on the way to tear his shoes and clothes, reluctantly, he jumped into the air with a swoop when he was ready for everything, and the situation was exactly the same as Nie Zhuang, and the eight figures scattered and chased.

The black pheasant, which had long been fed, lay on the ground and did not move, and its two small ears that were dwarfed by its body sometimes fluttered twice, and it was really paralyzed by this kind of hide-and-seek of the old and the young, and it was better to have a full sleep without worry, and it was more comfortable.

It's just that I don't know when it opened its eyes slightly, and squinted at the jar of wine that Nie Zhuang left on the ground not far away, the brown and yellow leopard pupils flashed, and the legs behind the side of the ground were raised, and an arc-shaped water column was poured into it without leaking.

What a pleasant urine position.

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Before and after the Qingming Festival, after the Qingming Festival of the rain this year, the climate went to the cold and turned warm, the season of sowing seedlings is coming, many places outside the city of Liuyuan are flat fields, living near the water and ploughing, the sheep's intestine trail-like ridges and potholes are criss-crossed, at a glance you can see the face of hundreds of farmers "Morningside is desolate, with the moon lotus hoe return", and then it is "planting a grain of millet in spring, harvesting ten thousand seeds in autumn" of the golden cancan, better than the golden wave fluctuations. Liuyuan City has many talents, many of the poems are written to the autumn harvest of the scenery, catchy is the first of the six talents of Liuyuan City, and friends drunk improvised the poem in the sentence "want to ask passers-by when it is now, the rice fragrance has been informed", it can be seen that once the autumn harvest, the rice fragrance flooded, and the March flower fragrance and October cinnamon are called the three fragrances of Liuyuan.

The ridge road leisurely stepped on the four legs of the green ox, from time to time the green cow big nose gasped out of the atmosphere, the sound was like a sneeze, sitting on the back was a black boy, simple short shirt, because of the perennial farming and showed that the body was strong, the bright smiling face was harmless to people and animals, very honest. This green cow is old, it was when the young Wang Tingxian was born, the green cow came out of nowhere, and he ran to their door, Tingxian's mother dreamed of a green cow soaring into a dream, Wang Tingxian's father smiled and said that this is his son's blessing treasure, it is a natal object.

Qingniu was called Adou by Wang Tingxian, he studied the Four Books and Five Classics for a year or two in the study school of an old gentleman in the city, and always felt that it was not appropriate to call his natal thing Lao Niu or something, and he had to think of a magnificent, and then inexplicably thought of the four words of angry bullfighting, so he called Qingniu Adou. Since childhood, the green cow that grew up with Wang Tingxian like a father and a mother likes to be called Adou, it is psychic, and as soon as Tingxian shouts "Adou" from afar, it will run over with a kick and a tap, so that the father and neighbors are amazed. Wang Tingxian treats Adou like a relative, he always runs to the bullpen to sleep with Adou when he has nothing to do, mosquitoes are annoying in summer, Wang Tingxian sets up a vegetarian tent, and in winter, he adds some hay to Adou, and the old acquaintance next door is tired of talking and laughing with this. And when Wang Tingxian was still in the school before, he always liked to take Adou to Mr., Wang Tingxian was inside, Adou was outside, he didn't walk around, he didn't mess around, he honestly lay on the ground and waited for Wang Tingxian to go home, Wang Tingxian's honest character has won the favor of many people, they always like to feed some grass to the green cow waiting outside the school, but Wang Tingxian ran outside the city to find food for Adou.

In recent years, the farm work in the field has a good harvest, the family is not busy, the poor children are in charge early, Wang Tingxian no longer goes to school in the school, runs to the field every day to help his parents farm, when he is free, he has nothing to do with holding a few bamboo books borrowed from Mr. Shushu to sit on the ridge and read, first from the Confucian "Analects", "The Mean", and then to the "Zhou Yi" and "Shangshu" of the Five Classics, and then to the "Sun Tzu" of the Zhuzi Baijia series, the essence of the book is familiar with the heart, and people ask Wang Tingxian The famous words in the book can be answered Lang Lang without thinking.

Someone once asked him, who was riding leisurely on the back of a green ox, "What is the use of reading?"

Wang Tingxian simply replied: "I studied to become a civil and military person, and I am a bin person, not for fame and fortune, but for the people." ”

Then the man asked, "In that case, why don't you go to the school and work in the fields?"

Wang Tingxian asked him with a smile, "Books can be read during meals, when you sleep, and when you travel, how can you only read in one school? Heaven and earth are so big, the prodigal son can be home all over the world, and the reader is so good at reading? ”

After hearing this, the man was stunned for a moment, then looked up to the sky and laughed, and said, "This son will be atmospheric in the future."

The simple conversation became a good conversation for many people at that time, and Wang Tingxian was nicknamed "Daozhonglang".

Along the way, all the old and young greeted Daozhonglang with a smile, and Wang Tingxian, who was sitting on the back of a cow and reading with relish, smiled and nodded in response, and occasionally joked with others, so that he had the style of reading and being free in the world.

Although Wang Tingxian is young, he looks at the mountains, the water, the people, and the world, like reading a book.

There is a young scholar in the world, who reads, reads, reads, reads, reads, reads the world.

He was laughing with a playmate, he turned his head to look at the mountains in the distance, but saw no less than a hundred figures looming in the mountains, turned his head and pointed to the opposite mountains and asked, "Little Liuzi, look over there, can you see anything?"

Little Liuzi, Six, homonym Liu, his real surname, is just the sixth at home, so his companions like to call him Little Liuzi, born a little dull, hindsight, when playmates get together to play together, most of the fun points are inseparable from Xiao Liuzi.

"Nothing. ”

He looked in the direction pointed by Wang Tingxian, but there was no one, it seemed that he had reacted quickly this time, shook his head and said angrily: "I don't read much, why do you always like to lie to me like them?"

Wang Tingxian, who turned a deaf ear, thought hard with a small face, and looked at the mountain in a daze.

"You can't read stupidly, do you?"

Xiao Liuzi put one hand in front of Wang Tingxian, who was in a daze, and asked.

Wang Tingxian, who didn't notice Xiao Liuzi's actions, subconsciously patted Adou's belly with his feet, sat and walked slowly, pondering, he was very strange that he saw a figure on the other side of the mountain all these years, he could see it himself, why did he ask others and say that he couldn't see it?

Suddenly, he remembered an incident that happened when he was a child, a few years ago, Liuyuan City was attacked by beasts, and the city lord and several other masters joined forces to go out of the city under the seal of the entire Liuyuan City to eliminate the chaos, so that he could get rid of the disaster of beast rebellion, but he himself could clearly see everything that happened outside the barrier.

He muttered to himself: "Could it be another enchantment? But how can there be an enchantment on the mountain? Could there be people on the mountain? There are all evil beasts on the other side of the mountain that eat people and don't spit out bones, so there should be no one to live there." What if it's not an enchantment......"

Thinking about it, he wanted to be tired, so he simply didn't want to, and dozed off on Adou's back by himself, still holding a book in his hand, and a long hara on his mouth.

He may not have thought about it anymore, but he is similar to the "divination eye" that the world says.

The birds and beasts on the mountain are frightened and jumping, there are Taoist figures flashing in the forest, every two human figures touch each other, they disappear in an instant, but inexplicably the sand and stones are broken and the leaves are all over the sky, and the trees fall or the ground appears in small ditches and ravines, which is very strange. Occasionally, gusts of wind howled, and some shallow-rooted trees were uprooted in the blink of an eye, and dust flew up; sometimes a cold light flashed, and upon closer inspection, it was actually a blade condensed by air, but it was extremely sharp, sharpening iron like mud; or a figure kicked the ground, and ran sideways against the trunk of a tree, and the figure was as fast as the wind.

The seemingly never-ending skirmish lasted for about an hour and a half, and was calm at the moment when the light suddenly dimmed like night.

The huge shadow shrouded a radius of 100 meters, and a short figure of running stopped and smashed, smashing it.

"Alas, throw in the towel. ”

The dejected Nie Zhuang sat on the spot, panting and falling to the ground, grabbing a weed and holding it in his mouth, squinting at the huge shadow cover in the sky, the shadow cover was nothing else, it was the combination of Taoist figures, and the appearance of the figure was the appearance of the monk who quit the sky.

The Jiekong who appeared immediately after him smiled, didn't say anything, bent down and lifted Nie Zhuang's belt, carried the latter around his waist, and went home.

Nie Zhuang, who was being carried, turned his head and asked: "Eh, I said quit empty, what did you do just now, that shadow cover is less than a thousand ways, I can summon eleven phantoms It's very good, you see that I am your disciple anyway, to reveal the secret tricks, okay?"

Under Nie Zhuang's puzzled gaze, Jiekong dug into the crotch of his pants that suddenly itched, scratched it for a long time, caught a lice, and after bouncing it away, he said casually: "When did I say that you were my disciple? Besides, why do phantoms need strength to summon them? It doesn't matter if you take the avenue or the side door, the different paths lead to the same end, and the Thousand Shadows Divine Technique, I can't tell you about the epiphany of the exercises, I have to realize it myself. ”

Nie Zhuang rolled his eyes, and said in his words: "Yo, quit empty, you can't see it, master, you speak in a crepe, one by one." ”

"Hey, that's that. Huh, what do you mean kid?"

"You're always thinking too much, and the little one is complimenting you. ”

Jiekong, who smiled with relief, touched Nie Zhuang's head with the hand that had just picked out the crotch of his pants, and said with a smile: "It's about the same." ”

After a while, Nie Zhuang remembered that the hand that had touched his head just now had pulled out the crotch of his pants, and he immediately opened his teeth and claws and shouted: "Hey, hey, smelly monk, just touched my head with the hand that took out his crotch, are you disgusting?"

"Disgusting?"

The monk who quit the sky paused, and then touched Nie Zhuang's face indiscriminately, completely making Nie Zhuang furious.

"Let go of me, let go of me!"

"Ahh

“......”

"It stinks, quit your uncle's fart?"

"No, I don't. ”

"Fuck you! Look that flower is withering!"

"Is it the poor monk's old man farting or the poor monk's old lady farting, give an accurate number?"

“......”

"Hey, this isn't the way back to the temple, where are we going?"

"Take a bath on the hill next door. ”

"Alas, Liuyuan City has to sacrifice to the river god again. Qukong, I said what have you been laughing at since just now, laughing so insidiously. ”

"It's not like you lost, I can't be happy to get some good things for me outside. I calculated a few days ago, but recently it was the Flower Willow Festival in Liuyuan City, and you kid remember to bring me some Oiran personal things back. ”

"What do you mean by taking a belt, I'm sorry, what you call me fucking is stealing chickens and touching dogs!"

"Oh, isn't this a nice rhetoric, how ugly it is. ”

“......”

On this day, a mountain stream of clear water suddenly blackened, flowed down, and merged into the Wei River, when the river surface turned up a large piece of fish belly white, a fisherman fishing by the river was so frightened that he abandoned the rod and fled.

On the same day, the people in the city slaughtered chickens and sheep and threw them into the Wei River, beating gongs and drums, just to worship the god of the river. It was Chenyun who answered???