Lu Daochang was in the house.

Lu Daochang's heart is like a mirror.

On Sunday, the heart is like an ancient well, sitting quietly all night, and there is a sound of snow falling.

Only the loud and screaming noises came with the wind, blowing the slightest ripples in the heart lake.

There was a lot of commotion outside, and the chickens and dogs were restless, so why did they sit idly by? Why ignore them?

There is nothing else, today is not better than yesterday, today is outside-

It's snowing.

Who is not young? They are all young and frivolous. Who doesn't have this time? Who's heartstrings are touched by snow and snow? Who's memories are evoked by the slapsticks? Suddenly I remembered a lot of past events that I gradually forgot, and all I wanted to find was the wisp of innocence hidden in my heart. A long-faced little Taoist priest jumped out of his mind, panicked and jumped up and down in the snow, and suddenly felt a big round snowball, laughed and threw it out-

An object crosses the sky, then hits the target, and in an instant it blooms like a firework, and then disperses like a firework. Who did that hit? Senior brother and junior brother, the current head of the sect, the current peak master, and now the same people outside the mountain, including Lu Daochang himself. What crossed the sky? Is it snow or time? The dust of the past is only in an instant, leaving a face soaked in wind and frost, and a trace of white hair on the sideburns.

But what is it? Now that it has grown up, it will eventually grow old, and the years will flow like a stream, taking away the withered and fallen flowers that have bloomed. Fortunately, fortunately, there is still the young man outside the window, the sound of carefree laughter lingers in his ears, evoking the memories that have disappeared, and the red smiling faces are like seeing them in person, comforting the dry heart. There is nothing else to do, just because of him, for the rising sunrise, for the thriving seedlings, that is the sustenance in the heart, that is the only -

Wish.

Lu Daochang didn't want to disturb the rare joy in this boundless sea of learning, and he couldn't bear to disturb the innocence of this fleeting teenager. Have you had enough fun? Have you had enough trouble? Master's tolerance is limited! These little apprentices, first openly and secretly calculating people, and then retaliating and splashing dirty water, at this time, the foul language is difficult to hear, and they are about to ping-pong and pong.

The courtyard was a mess, and there were messy footprints everywhere.

The two trails in the snow are hugging each other and tumbling, their faces covered with snow chips, like two cubs in a fight.

The three trails next to him gathered in one place, jumping and screaming with their selfies, cheering and cheering again and again.

It's fun, it's fun, big brother and little brother fall into the trap!

Lively, lively, suddenly came an old way!

"Master. The three of them stopped in horror and bowed their heads softly.

The two of them also got up in shock, and the five of them peeked at the man in unison.

Lu Changlian didn't say a word, and looked at Niu Dazhi with a straight face behind his back-

Daoist Niu smiled and lowered his head.

Looking back at Hu and Zhao——

The two looked at each other and lowered their heads at the same time.

Looking at Yuan Shi again-

Daoist Yuan looked left and right, and also lowered his head.

Look at Fang Yin again-

Daoist Fang was not afraid and stood tall!

After reading this and looking at that, the young master is not afraid of you! If you say you are not afraid, you are not afraid, your nostrils are facing the sky, your head is rushing to the ground, your chest is raised and your neck is stretched, like a proud rooster! Majestic! Spirited and vigorous! The old way is just right, and the prestige of the boss is borrowed from you! Lu Daochang stood silent for a moment and turned around: "A few of you clean up the snow in the courtyard and go out for the teacher." As he spoke, he walked to the gate of the courtyard, turned around and shouted, "Remember!

Gone? This is gone? In vain, they were worried and muttered in their hearts, not wanting that the master would not lose his temper! Several people secretly said that they were lucky, and each breathed a sigh of relief! Why did they leave? How could they leave? The boss's majesty and show off enough were enough, how could he be smeared with oil on the soles of his feet? One of them sneered and ignored it at the moment. A few naughty apprentices have already been punished with their eyes, and as for the bad guy, they don't need to pay attention to it at this time. Let's go, the master has something to do, go and go back, a few people should know the meaning of the words, and there is no turning the sky here.

This is the end of the morning snow battle, and after clearing the snow, I went to study.

In this way, let him pass in the past, and no, he had not been under before-

Such a big snow!

Daochang Lu also has a master, and Daochang Lu went to find a master.

Master's master, apprentice's ancestor, Shangqing's old way, Elder Bai.

I went to report to work. How to report it, it is not necessary to go into detail one by one, and it is not known whether there are complaints.

Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

Lu Daochang is back.

As soon as he stepped into the courtyard gate, the Taoist chief was stunned! The courtyard was messy everywhere, and there were mottled white spots everywhere, and the walls, trees, and doors and steps all showed the fierceness of the battle! Several windows broke through countless holes and holes, large and small, and the shredded paper hung down there, telling the tragic encounter! The courtyard was not swept up, the snow was not cleared, and there was an extra thing in the middle, and it stood proudly and proudly!

It was a huge snowman, born with a majestic spirit! The head was as big as the belly of a fighting general, the limbs were not visible, the body was quite well equipped, and the facial features looked even more strange. Carrying a pair of sticks on his left and right waists, he looked closely at the headless broom, the hair stood upright, and the head of the broom was there! He carried a schoolbag diagonally, two tubes of brushes were inserted into his nose, the ink cartridge was buckled into his ears, and the inkstone was swallowed in his mouth. What is an eyebrow? Verdant willow eyebrows, arrow bamboo turned into a feathered chicken. What is an eye? The ink stains the snow black and white, and the snow turns into ink stains and tears. Empty eyes, black tears, blank looks, speechless staring. Lu Daochang looked at the white man, looked at the black eyes, stood stunned for a long time, and slowly took out the ring ruler: "Give it all to me, come out!"

No one dares to come out, the old Tao is already mad, and if he goes out, he will die! The little ones don't know where to hide, quietly, quietly, don't make a sound! Who's panting, who's panting? The master has two long ears, and he is the number one to catch people. When the master and apprentice were reunited, the six of them were speechless. Two were turned out from under the bed, two were plucked from a tree, and one was buried in the snow and pulled out.

After a while, Daoist Fang spoke first: "Master, I'll go get some clothes first, it's a little cold." Lu Daochang glanced at him, and said in his heart, can you bury yourself in the snow, can you be warm? You don't have to take your clothes, you won't be cold for a while. Seeing that he didn't speak, Daoist Fang sighed, and then stood there trembling. This time it's a dead end, the leader of his own family has offended Lu Laodao, and he will definitely die a miserable death!

"Who? Who did it?" Under the calm, there must be a monstrous anger, and after the calm, it will inevitably send out a thunderous blow! The four Xiaodao knew it well, and they were silent at the moment, and Boss Fang laughed and said loudly: "I recognize! It's me!" Lu Daochang nodded and said approvingly: "Very good, dare to act, have courage." The boss is the boss, and when something happens, the boss is in his pocket, and the sky is falling, and the boss is up: "Don't come to this set! If you want to beat me and punish me alone, I did it, it's none of their business!" When the four brothers heard this, they all showed admiration and emotion, as well as a look of unbearability, but they saw Lu Daochang nodding again, and slowly put the ring ruler back: "Okay! Very good!"

Huh? Is this going to be kind, like last time, and no longer hold him accountable? Daoist Fang was stunned and surprised, and the four small paths were also unclear: "The vine whip strikes the stock, and ten marks are precepts." "History repeats itself, after many days, the whip butt met again and had a close contact. One-two-three, one-two-three, does it hurt or not? In general, just in front of the little brother's bare ass, the boss was a little embarrassed for a while. Grit your teeth, endure it, and see that it will be finished soon, this evil account must be remembered, and it will be calculated later!

"Who else has done this?" Lu Laodao never stopped, holding the whip and drinking. Several people were stunned for a moment, and Hu Feifei said loudly: "I!" Niu Dazhi said helplessly: "I." Zhao Ben looked left and right and sighed: "And me." Lu Changlian shouted: "Ten whips for one person!" But do you have something to say?" The three of them lowered their heads and whispered, "No." Daoist Yuan let out a sigh of relief and said happily: "Master!

"Since you didn't do it, why are you hiding?" Lu Daochang asked to the bottom of it, Yuan Shi scratched his head, and sobbed: "I, I am, I'm afraid!" Lu Daochang frowned when he heard this, and shouted: "What are you doing when he is messing around?" Yuan Daoshi fell into deep thought: "I'm next to me, it seems." Lu Daochang nodded: "You are also at fault, and you will receive ten whips together." "What? It's also ten whips?" Yuan Shi suspected that he had misheard: "Master, Master, I have to fight if I don't do anything bad, isn't it?"

Until the tenth whip was finished, Daoist Yuan hadn't figured it out. After asking himself, Daoist Yuan regretted it again, since this is the case, why did he have to play a good game! In short, his mood was very complicated, in short, he was very annoyed in his heart, in short, this was the most unlucky day for Daoist Yuan to think about it!

There is a loss, there is a gain.

Boss Fang watched the four brothers step forward and be whipped one by one, and felt that his buttocks didn't hurt so much. When the three brothers saw that their own crime had been beaten, and the people who were watching the excitement were also beaten, they suddenly felt that the whip that fell on their buttocks was not so heavy. The little brother gritted his teeth and wiped away the tears of grievance from the corners of his eyes, and for a while he also had a heart, knowing the truth that he should think twice before doing things in the future. After the whip, Lu Dao's anger also disappeared by seven points, and he waved his hand: "You all go to the lecture hall and punish you for copying the Taoist scriptures ten times!"

Ten times! My God! The four small paths covered their buttocks and walked towards the lecture hall, but Daoist Fang still had something to say: "What Taoist scriptures are there?" I can't write them!" Daoist Lu has his own calculations: "You write those six words, eight hundred times!" Eight hundred times! My God! Daoist Fang stared wide-eyed, and he was stupid on the spot! Daoist Fang didn't know how many words eight hundred times it was, anyway, there were many, many of them, I was afraid that I would have to write them to the next generation! It's miserable, this old Tao is really ruthless enough, and I should offend him less in the future, otherwise there will really be no good fruit to eat.

The Tao Sutra has a thousand words, ten times and ten thousand words.

Six-character mantra, six eight forty-eight, four thousand eight hundred words.

Daoist Fang is not good at mathematics, but he doesn't know that this is because Daoist Lu gave him face and cheapened him.

A commotion, this is over.

Write and write, word after word.

Copy and copy, line by line.

Page after page.

Bitter, over and over again.

As the sun sets, the day comes to an end at the endless pen, the bell rings, and another night whispers begin after tea and dinner in the hut. As usual, after the meal, it was discussed. The five tiger generals gathered, all frowning. At the end of the day, everyone's mood was not very good. It snowed well, got into trouble, got a whip, and copied a day's writings. At the end of this day, everyone in the five tiger generals was sluggish, with sore backs, swollen legs, and sore buttocks, and they couldn't sit or stand. People who sigh for their miserable lives, what is the suffering?

Speaking of which, we all have the responsibility to reflect deeply one by one. Ma Chao said: "Blame me, blame me for not being happy to hunt and provoke trouble." Zhang Fei said: "Blame me, blame me for not acting recklessly on a whim!" Guan Yu said: "Blame me, blame me for not having ideas and making trouble." Huang Zhong said: "Blame me, blame me for not having no eyes, nothing to do!"

It was afternoon, and it was a long story, a long story short.

It was said that Daoist Fang was passive and slack, unwilling to copy the remaining 790 times, but Daoist Lu persuaded him to no avail, so he had to use violence again. After that, the situation was out of control, the whip had not yet fallen, and the beaten person fainted on the spot, but the whip still fell, and the beater walked away. The whole process is like a corpse, terrifying, and can't be said more. Zhao Yun wiped the wound medicine, turned his head and concluded: "Say a thousand, say ten thousand, if you want to blame, blame—"

Several people gathered to the bedside and whispered secrets, each offering their own ideas.

Nodding, shaking head, eye contact, silence, silence, the wall has ears!

What are you talking about? It's a secret, God knows it, I know it, he knows it, but I can't tell you.

It was the night when the weather was getting colder and colder, and the annoying north wind was whistling, blowing away a sweet dream and blowing a few sorrows. The snow is not cold, the snow is cold, the third watch is already extremely cold in the middle of the night, and the wind invades from the broken window paper, turning the naughty game into a bone-chilling night! How many people are frozen to wake up? How much regret is it? Blowing on whose face? Blowing in whose heart? Who is shrunk in the quilt and exhaling so cold? Who is sitting cross-legged on the couch and sighing.

Retribution!;