The little Taoist priest was laughing beside him, and the eyes of these dozen people were successfully attracted by him.

"Hey......" laughed nonstop.

"Boy......" Aunt Chen had a black line on her face.

"You're not done yet, are you?"

The laughter stopped abruptly, and a black iron kitchen knife on the wooden pillar of the little Taoist priest sank into the wood. Frightened, the little Taoist priest broke his breath and coughed non-stop.

"You're okay there, what are you laughing at," Aunt Chen stared at him stupidly.

"Then I said you weren't allowed to lose your temper. The little Taoist priest touched the kitchen knife on the stigma.

"Say it. “

"Aunt Chen, Qingyun is a few years old this year, right?"

"yes. “

"Everyone is a big boy, you said that you peeked at other people's baths, and counted the hairs on other people's bodies, and you actually counted them clearly, don't you think it's too much......" The little Taoist priest said timidly.

And that Qingyun almost didn't get angry after hearing it, a big man is still a cultivator, and he even counts the hairs of the family. He really wanted to slap this kid to death, but he saw that this kid kept squeezing his eyebrows. I understand it in my heart. Extremely cooperative at the moment.

"Ah, Aunt Chen, how can you do this, I am a yellow flower girl......." The little Taoist priest suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"What," exclaimed the spectator.

"No, a good woman. How embarrassed are you to ruin someone's innocence. You...... How can you be worthy of my dead uncle? The grievance of this Qingyun's expression, the little hand pulled the robe tightly, as if this thing was true.

This Aunt Chen was so angry that she almost vomited blood, these two boys obviously yin her. The words were said casually, but these two boys performed so wonderfully that they seemed to be doing something wrong. As a widow herself, she doesn't want to become a celebrity anecdote after tea and dinner in the future.

"Xiangsheng, you yin your aunt, right, I'm like his skinny little, I look at him and I'm afraid that the cheap bones pierce my eyes. "Aunt Chen is domineering.

"Aunt Chen, don't bring such a personal attack......"

"What's the matter, no, oh you two boys, you all have a share in stealing chickens, don't you? Ha, you two don't spit out my chickens for me today, I told you to have nightmares at night from now on, it's me Chen Shuzhen. Aunt Chen said that it was too late, and then quickly, she took off the sole plate on her foot and printed a shoe print on Xiangsheng's face with great precision. Like a fierce tiger pounced on Qingyun. Qingyun was so frightened that his head slammed into the temple door behind him. A big bag suddenly rose in his head. The temple was not big, and it didn't take long for these two boys to block the corner of the temple.

"That, Aunt Chen, don't be too heavy, let's go back......" The villagers outside didn't want to see the bloody scene next and withdrew one after another.

I could only hear the sound of 'ping pong' coming from the temple, followed by the painful screams of Qingyun Xiangsheng and the two boys. I don't know if Xiangsheng's face can still see a person's appearance in that scene, and I don't know how much Qingyun's clothes have been torn, but I am afraid that the hair on his body will be numb and clean. What a human tragedy.

I don't know how long it took, but it was finally dark anyway.

Qing Yun Xiangsheng had an obviously flattened pork liver face, and his two heads were put together. I watched the steaming roast chicken wrapped in banana leaves and mud under the stove. It is undeniable that it is the chicken that Aunt Chen said in the afternoon. The two little heads just looked at the saliva in their mouths and didn't know how many times they swallowed it, and Xiangsheng didn't know how many times he hit Qingyun's restless hand with a branch. When the mud broke through such a small opening, and the smell of roast chicken entered their noses, the hearts of these two boys were called beautiful.

The two put the roast chicken on the table and pounced on it like a ghost, and when the two hands were about to reach the roast chicken, two clear slaps hit the back of the heads of the two, and the two of them were directly circled.

"What are you doing?" the two of them felt so angry in their hearts.

Qing Yunxiang turned those two miserable faces angrily. When he saw who the person behind him was, the miserable look on his face immediately turned into a bitter face.

"Master..."

"Master......" both of them shouted in unison.

The current contemplator of the Mixed Yuan Concept is the person who owes the Tao to life. This old way has been a person who has been incomprehensible to them since they can remember. There is a saying in the rivers and lakes that describes those masters who have enough mystery: the dragon sees the head but does not see the tail. This is not to describe the old Taoist priest, but to say how high his cultivation is, but to be mysterious enough.

Qingyun Xiangsheng has been naughty since he was a child. I don't like to practice but I'm very concerned about other things, such as digging a bird's nest and being pecked by a bird, catching fish in the next river but catching a crab with a small ** is earth-shattering, I want to eat honey but can't tell the difference between a wasp and a rock bee, and I see a rock with a good slope and then slide down from it, but my butt catches fire and peels off two layers of skin. These are the daily routines of the brothers.

But these miraculous places lie in the fact that when I was pecked by a bird, my eyes were closed, and I saw the old Taoist priest grabbing the bird's neck and reprimanding the bird to be 'not ruthless enough';

When I caught a fish and died painfully, I looked up and saw the old Taoist priest smiling, leaning forward and leaning back, praising the crab, "You are really not a picky eater";

Chased by the wasp sting, he ran behind his ass and lifted his foot, but somehow he kept standing still and didn't move forward, turning around and screaming in fright, and the bullets on the black pressure wasp's butt were loaded. The old Taoist priest was covered in black veil, and he carried the collar of the back of the necks of the two of them, and said very amiably, 'It's really naughty';

The natural slide was the first time the buttocks protested, patting the buttocks, only to see the old Taoist priest holding a rattan in his hand and yelling sternly, "Play is to have fun", so they went up and down again and again under the whipping of the old Taoist rattan, up and down until the buttocks bloomed with blood. The most hateful thing is that the old Taoist priest forced them to sit on the bench at night to eat, and they had to sleep face up and butt down at night. Otherwise, it's another good fight.

One by one, each by one, is a bloody lesson.

It turns out that those who owe life are definitely their enemies.