Man comes into the world in painful ignorance, and then leaves the world in the agony of ignorance, and throughout his life, he has knowledge and pain. ** The suffering, the wound of the heart, is always like a maggot attached to the bone, and the evil cannot be stopped. Perhaps in life, suffering is inevitable, and life is only for the faint candlelight in front of us, or rather,

Wish.

Hope is always good, but the world is often unsatisfactory, and hope will be disappointed. For example, Daoist Fang, Daoist Fang is very disappointed! Superb martial arts, heroes of the world, why can't they ask again and again! Guan Gong went to the meeting with a single sword, Lu Bu was able to fight Sanying, Liu Bei was sitting on five tigers, Zhao Yun was seven in and seven out, and other people's abilities were said to be there, how did they get to their own home, hey! Don't mention it, I still haven't met a master!

Daoist Fang endured the severe pain and lay on the bed alone, complaining about the sky, sighing for a long time, feeling sorry for himself, and frowning and thinking hard. After that, two reasons are summarized. The first is that he is too young and is easy to be bullied by others; the second is that his martial arts are slightly poor, and he is bullied by others in vain. The slap hurts, the buttocks hurt, the stinging and numbness burn all the five flavors, and the posture is more embarrassing-

The stone presses the king eight, the big horse lies on the road, the water can be rowed, and the pond is a frog.

It hurts to the heart! It hurts to the bone marrow! This kind of suffering has never been suffered by Daoist Fang in his life, and it hurts so much that his liver and intestines are broken, and his heart, liver, spleen, and lungs are crumbled! It is even more endless, and the throbbing pain is as strong as a pinprick piercing his mind! After inhaling the cool air and exhaling the atmosphere, after gritting his teeth, he bites the horn of the quilt, and after tossing and turning, he can't help but cry out again and again, and he has already scolded the eighteenth generation of Lu Daochang's ancestors in his heart! I don't know how long it took, and finally fixed his eyes on one place.

It's still that, the humble little porcelain vase.

I don't need his medicine to get a foothold, and I don't need him medicine to treat my buttocks, so I can't hang on my face. Of course, at this time and at that time, everything has a workaround, and when he was young, the boss Fang's thoughts turned around, and he already had a plan in his heart. There is kindness and revenge, revenge, so that his is nothing, the big deal is to beat him up, and then return him a bottle. The eldest husband makes a decision when he does things, and he will act when he should act, and he will do it.

The small medicine bottle, which carries a lot of meaning, has finally been opened.

A pungent smell came in, and Daoist Fang was caught off guard, choking and coughing loudly, tears and tears! This medicine is not only unpleasant, but also ugly, frowning and pouring a little out, the ash seeps out, and it is mushy, to put it bluntly, it is batter, and if it is darker, it is sesame paste. Daoist Fang stared blankly at his hands, his hands were a mess, he looked at the vial blankly, and his brain was a mess. It smells ugly and hard to break, how can this elixir be like this? Isn't it the poison that Lu Laodao hates people and does not die, and secretly prepares it?

was thinking about the suspicion of the ghost, and he didn't feel the coldness of the ointment in the palm of his hand, and the stinging pain gradually eased: "Good medicine! Sure enough, good medicine!" Fang Daoist tasted the sweetness at this time, and was surprised and delighted, he hurriedly poured out a few bottles of Chinese medicine ointment, rubbed his hands together, and wiped his buttocks after slapping his buttocks. In a moment, the burning pain of the wounds on both hands turned into coolness, the slightest cool air cut into the skin, and the pain disappeared; the coolness penetrated into the bones, the wounds were fast and beautiful and indescribable; the coolness was in the body, the warmth was in the heart, all the senses were comfortable, and the internal organs were comfortable. What a fairy elixir, the miraculous effect is as good as this!

Wonderful, wonderful, Daoist Fang was full of joy, but couldn't help but be curious, lying on the pillow and carefully looking at the things in front of him.

Of course, it's still the small bottle, which is small and delicate, and the porcelain light is even more mysterious.

Inconspicuous, good things, take it away or not, luck is luck!

Daoist Fang fell asleep.

The pain passed by, turning into tiredness and counterattacking. When the heart is at peace, the sleepiness is unpredictable.

Medicine is good medicine, but it can't cure the heart.

When healing, when thinking about the pain, why does the pain come from, and after the pain, Fang knows that it is not painful, which is also a kind of happiness.

Only growth can be grown, and growth is always painful and happy.

Fang Yin was asleep.

I slept in the dark, the moon was dark, I fell asleep in ignorance, and I woke up half-light and half-dark.

In the haze, Fang Yin's eyes widened, and he was still in a dream. If not, hunger in the belly is unbearable, and the wounds before and after the front and back are painful! The sun has set, the power of the medicine has passed, and it is quiet, and the poor man is alone in the empty room, starving and suffering with tears and tears, and he says that he is not alone, who is not alone? Vial, vial, only you, and I am still with you. Daoist Fang sighed, raised his hand, and gloomily took the vial next to the pillow and applied the medicine.

Wipe left and right, wipe before and after, the abdomen is empty, full of resentment, Fang Taoist said that there are words to scold the heavens and scold, and then struggled to get up and get out of bed, move the numb legs and feet, and slowly go out. The golden crow fell, the jade rabbit soared, and a huge silver plate sprinkled clear light all over the ground. In the moonlight, a Tsing Yi trail staggered, walking alone in the silent courtyard. When he was young, he walked under an old tree, looked left and right at the trail, and raised his hand to touch his waist in a sneer: "Go to death!"

In an instant, a silver light flashed on the stage, splashing thorns and stabbing and angrily attacking the body of the tree, and the momentum was fierce! The little Taoist priest laughed and looked proud! If you don't use the toilet, you will urinate! Who taught you to make trouble together during the day, so that Lao Tzu couldn't move, and even beat Lu Laodao with a stinky beating! Hate and hate, I'll give you a urine shower, see what you do! Relieve your anger and relieve your anger, and those who dare to offend this hero will take revenge one by one sooner or later! Hmph, you know it's awesome? Now you can take it!

The tree was silent.

With a long breath and a bad breath, Daoist Fang lifted his pants and swayed back to the house.

It's dark, this unfortunate day can be regarded as a thing of the past, injuries will always be good, revenge will be avenged, learning martial arts is not bad for a day or two, and it will be a matter of time or two to become a hero! Tomorrow, tomorrow, everything will be fine, but, it's just that I am afraid that I will not survive tomorrow, how can I forget, the first important thing in the world! The pain of skin and flesh will subside, and my stomach will rumble again, it is precisely the internal and external troubles, and the hero's breath is short! How many kind-hearted people in the world will reward me with a mouthful of food?

Don't worry, if you don't have to come to Ji Tailai, Daoist Fang is also hungry, "God, I want meat buns-"

"The meat bun is here!" a person smiled and pushed the door in, his body was reunited, his face was smiling brightly, white and fat, with folds and ways, just like a big meat bun: "Boss, I'm not God! "Before the people approached, the wind arrived, the taste was fragrant and rich, and the middle one was hopeless. Daoist Fang was dumbfounded, completely stupid! Niu Dazhi walked to the bed and opened an oiled paper bag: "Boss, your nose is really smart, it's better than that!"

Oiled paper bag, bag bag, four white flour big meat buns.

The blind cat met the dead mouse, who knows when the luck comes: "This, is Lu Laodao again?" Niu Dazhi nodded and smiled: "Boss, although Dazhi has this heart, he doesn't have the ability to take it back." "There are meat buns, but they were given by that person, to eat? or not to eat? Sure enough, it is difficult to have both worlds, how can it make people in a dilemma? Eating is troublesome, not eating is also troublesome, face and belly, who is big and who is small? Fang Daoist bowed his head and was silent, and his mood was complicated.

"Boss, eat while it's hot!" Niu Dazhi naturally understood who he was angry with, and opened his mouth to persuade. Fang Yin raised his head and saw a grinning face and two meaningful glances: "Don't eat!" How can you continue to receive benefits from him? Where will the boss's face be put in the future? Isn't this a joke for the brothers! To be a man, you must have ambition, Lao Tzu would rather starve to death than eat this bun today! Niu Dazhi was sincere and persuaded him several times. Fang Lao Lian shook his head and insisted that he would not accept it.

"Okay, good, don't eat and pull down!" Niu Dazhi got angry and turned around and ran away.

In a daze, the person and the bun were gone, and the big cow walked in a strange way, as if he had a dream: "Baozi! My bun!" Split his thoughts, regret it too late, this person! No eyesight, really no eyesight, a full man doesn't know that a hungry man is hungry! No matter how big the face is, it is not as big as fate, and the ambition is important, it is not good to starve to death! Boss Fang regretted it, and then he roared again: "Dead big cow, return me meat buns!"

"Pay you back, the bun will pay you back!" Niu Dazhi responded and said with a smile: "Boss, Da Niu is not dead yet, your meat buns are back." Boss Fang was stunned, his heart was stunned, and his face was a little unbearable: "Niu Dazhi, you are fooling me, hum! I want to die and say it!" Niu Dazhi put down the paper bag and smiled slightly: "Just kidding, the boss is angry, angry!" Daoist Fang snorted heavily and ignored him again. Niu Dazhi smiled and turned to go out.

"Come back!" Niu Dazhi reluctantly returned to the house and said with a wry smile: "Boss, don't be surprised. Fang Yin sighed and said softly: "No, uh, Dazhi, you stay with me for a while, it's quite boring to be alone." Niu Dazhi shook his head again and again: "Boss, Master said-" This can't be mentioned, as soon as Daoist Fang is mentioned, he is anxious: "Donkey has a long face, I'm afraid of what he will do!" Niu Dazhi sighed and said: "Boss, Master's face is cold and soft-hearted, he beat you today, but to be honest-"

Niu Dazhi left, leaving a few words, and never looked back.

It seems to make sense, why is it so unpleasant? Boss Fang counted him down and was stunned.

Who's wrong? Am I wrong?

The bun enters the abdomen, and the teeth leave a lingering fragrance.

Delicious! Delicious! Daoist Fang swallowed heavily, unspeakably happy, and threw all his troubles, sorrows, grievances, and grievances out of the clouds.

It's just, it's just, it's just that at some point, the cheeks slipped quietly-

A tear.;