A woodbird.

The size of the wooden bird is carved vividly and exquisitely.

Fang Yinxi smiled, and hurriedly took it and took a closer look-

The bird is pale yellow in color, with a round head and a pointed beak, a slender neck and a long tail, a colorful crown on the head, and a toe like a toe. The wings are two very thin pieces of wood that rattle up and down. Daoist Fang played for a moment, and sighed: "Boss, your hands are not bad, look, this is the same as a real bird, yo! Why doesn't this bird have long eyes?"

The wings of the woodbird fluttered and fluttered, and it suddenly flew up, flew into the air, and constantly vibrated its wings, hovering above the heads of the two.

"Fly! Fly!"

Daoist Fang was surprised and delighted, looking at the sky clapping his hands and shouting, he was very excited! Su Daoist nodded, sat back on the dragon and looked at the wooden bird, his face calm. It's fun and fun, what is a treasure? For Boss Fang, this is a big baby! Do you see a flying wooden bird! This is for me, it's mine! Regardless of his gold, silver, delicacies from the mountains and seas, elixir cheats, etc., nothing compares to this! Why? Because of happiness, because of happiness, because, because of ......

Because of the innocence that has not been lost, because of an incomplete childhood: "Boss, boss, you catch it, I want to play, I want to play!" Fang Daoshi looked at it for a long time, and then ran over and grabbed his sleeve and shouted again and again. Su Changmian smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, I can't fly." Boss Fang scratched his head and looked at him, his face suspicious: "I don't believe it, you are lying again!" Su Dao Chang shook his head and sighed lightly: "Don't be in a hurry, when he is tired of flying, he will naturally come back." ”

"Really?"

"Yes. ”

"Boss, you really have the ability, this hand is too godly!"

"It's nothing, a lot of people can do it, and this wooden bird flying is not something I came up with. ”

"Who is it? Who else is going to do this?"

"It's like a public loser. ”

"I don't know. ”

"Luban. ”

"Haha! I know this, Lu Ban who plays with a big knife in front of Lu Ban!"

"Broadsword?"

The two sat on the dragon, looking up at the wooden birds flying in the sky, speechless for a while.

After a while, Su Lao laughed and said, "Guess what, how long have I been doing this wooden bird?" Fang Lao Er thought for a while: "A month?"

"One day. ”

"Bad times!"

"Guess how long it took me to make him fly and circle without falling?"

"One day?"

"A month. ”

"Experience. ”

"You say, why can it fly, you and I can't?"

"Isn't this nonsense, it has wings, do you?"

"I don't, by the way, have you ever seen a Kong Ming lantern? It doesn't have wings, how can it fly?"

"If you see it, it will fly, huh?

Daoist Fang opened his mouth wide and was speechless. Su Changmian said softly: "Let me tell you, the Kong Ming lamp will burn, the clear air in the lampshade will rise and the turbidity will fall, and when the turbidity is discharged, the clear qi will hold up the lampshade." Daoist Fang nodded again and again, as if he understood, and suddenly shook his head violently: "No! According to what you said, farts are also turbidity, why can't I fly up after I finish releasing turbidity every time?"

"Haha, then it doesn't need to be said!smart people are ......" Daoist Fang then laughed, triumphant.

"Maybe there is too much turbidity in your stomach, and it is inexhaustible for a while, haha!" You! This person has been fooled! Daoist Fang hated and hated and still rolled his eyes, and he was angry in his chest for a while. After a long time, Su Changmian stopped laughing and said slowly: "You say, if a person puts on a pair of wings, can he fly into the sky?"

Big fool!

Daoist Fang did not answer. Daoist Fang ignored him. He had already offended Daoist Fang, and now he could only talk to himself. But he didn't need him to answer, the chief of the Su Dao was stunned, looking up at the blue sky and white clouds, and the chief said to himself: "One day, you and I will climb high and spread our wings, leap into the wind, soar between heaven and earth, enjoy the world, and rediscover the mysteries of the world! You say, you say, how good is that?"

"! I won't do it! Don't you fall to your death? You guy, your brain is broken!" Hearing this, Daoist Fang was shocked, and couldn't help but reprimand, and in his heart, he immediately classified this person from the Divine Dao to the Crazy Dao. The madman sighed, and suddenly smiled again: "That day, I have already flown by. "The white clouds are floating in the sky, the birds are chirping in the trees, and there is a madman flying in the middle?" Daoist Fang rubbed his eyes, and looked at the newly recognized boss in front of him carefully, and he didn't know how to describe this person for a while.

After a while, he cautiously asked, "Boss, you, did you fly high that day?"

Su Dao Chang looked at the blue sky and smiled slightly: "Speaking of spirit, majestic and majestic, you see-"

The wooden bird flapped its wings, flew and hovered above, and suddenly its wings froze, and it fell straight from the sky! Daoist Fang was taken aback, for fear that the treasure would fall and break, so he hurriedly rushed over to pick it up: "Oh yes! Wooden bird!" With a click, the wooden bird fell heavily to the ground, and his gray face looked embarrassed: "That's it." Su Dao Chang clapped his hands and smiled, looking gloating. Daoist Fang didn't bother to pay attention to him, and walked over to pick up the wooden bird and inspect it repeatedly.

It's okay, this baby is pretty sturdy, ha!

Found it! The mechanism is here! Come on, come on, I'll give you more strength, fly, fly, fly!

Under the bird's belly, there was a bracket, and Daoist Fang turned it around a few times, and then spread out his palms-

The wooden bird lay there, motionless.

Daoist Fang looked at it in a daze, stunned.

Turning his head to look at the chief of the dormitory, he had already gotten up and walked away, and looked back at the wooden bird, why didn't the baby listen to his own call? Dead bird, fly for me! Fly, fly, fly! If you don't fly again, you will be killed ugly! After a while, the wooden bird finally flew into the sky again, agitating its wings and hovering overhead, and Boss Fang clapped his hands happily, jumping and screaming! Nothing, that bird has no eyes, and it can grow on its own! The little machine can't help but be a genius hero, turn it around this way, turn it around that way, and see if it's not-

There is a sun in the sky, a bird below, a man below the bird, and a grass below.

Daoist Fang had a good time, and he couldn't help but be poetic, chanting the above quatrains for thousands of years. Genius, genius! Boss Fang was overjoyed, and for a moment he was full of pride, and he only felt that his majesty was unique! How? Ability is ability to endure people, and if you are not careful, you will be able to make poems! Who is not convinced? Come and compare? Zhao Zilong can compose poems, this is called both civil and military! The wind is harmonious, the spring color is pleasant, the emerald color is full of heaven and earth, undulating, and the gentle clouds are suspended on the peaks and peaks, like a dream. green

Grass, mountain flowers, red words, clouds, birds, young people-

This is a beautiful and splendid picture, slowly unfolding, indescribable, and poetry is difficult to appear.

How can the birds see? How can there be no eyes? The heart flies with the birds, and the eyes look up at the sky.

At this moment, time seems to freeze, freeze, freeze.

White clouds for thousands of years, in the blink of an eye.

Fly, fly, fly to the sky!

Noon is coming to an end.

Daoist Fang is cooking. Adding water and burning wood up and down, busy with charcoal ash on his face, this coolie is no longer willing, but desperate. Of course, there are many complex factors, and Boss Fang has his own calculations, and he is not enough to be humane with outsiders, so he just said one point-

Hungry.

How many days have you not eaten lunch? Count carefully, I'm afraid it's been half a lifetime?

Even if it doesn't last that long, there are always hundreds of days, and finally there is a chance, but this meal can't be left behind!

The more Daoist Fang thought about it, the more angry he became, the more angry he became, and he felt that his belly was already attached to his backbone!

It's done, and the good rice is out of the pot!

This is a pot of half-cooked dry rice, with the top half cooked rice and the bottom half raw rice. It's okay, eat the same, anyway, I made a big pot, and I just ate it softly. Boss Fang took a bowl of dry rice, stood by the stove and chewed it, eating it very sweetly. After eating for a while, he picked up the pot again and went outside with the dishes and chopsticks. It's stuffy to eat in the house, how cool it is outside, there is a shady place over there, and then take a bench: "Boss, boss!

One pot of dry rice, two people eat.

Su Dao Chang lowered his head and ate slowly, looking at the rice in the bowl, not knowing what he was thinking.

This person is not polite, he eats other people's food for nothing, and he doesn't even say a word of thanks! Boss Fang was a little dissatisfied for a while, of course, the rice belongs to other people's, the pot belongs to others, his own family just uses his hands, forget it, be generous, don't have the same knowledge as him, eat, eat! After eating bowl after bowl, Daoist Fang ate tastelessly again, seeing half a bowl of white rice, he couldn't eat a bite!

Boss Fang was strange in his heart, Boss Fang hadn't realized that since he had entered the mountains to become a Taoist priest, his taste was no longer what it used to be! Although he ate one meal a day, what did he eat? There were fish and meat, vegetables and soup, and he had already eaten smoothly! Xiao Zhaohua turned into a little Taoist priest, and his mouth was awkward, and this light and tasteless dry rice was difficult to enter Boss Fang's mouth: "Eat meat! I want to eat meat!"

Boss Fang stopped eating, and opened his mouth to put forward a higher level of requirements. Su Dao Chang bowed his head to eat, and ignored it completely. Daoist Fang looked at him for a long time and sighed, "You don't have any meat to eat here, right?" No, I have a way! Daoist Fang leaned over and whispered mysteriously: "Boss, leave this matter to me! But you have to give me those precious things—"

"Will you do it?" said with a smile as he put down his chopsticks. Daoist Fang nodded again and again, his face full of excitement: "Yes! Yes! You don't know, I was originally a hunter!" As soon as these words came out, a gust of mountain wind blew through, thousands of mountains bowed their heads in all directions, thousands of valleys in all directions whimpered, and the sound of ghosts crying wolves was faintly heard in the clouds and mist! The wooden bird that had gone up to the sky several times trembled violently, and the horn fell from the sky again! Su Changmian's eyes narrowed, and he seemed to smile: "Amazing, tell me, what have you hunted?"

"Hmph, hare, finches, grass carp kings, pheasants, uh, lions and tigers, too!" said Daoist Fang, holding his head high. Su Dao Chang smiled and said: "Divine Buddha mount, beast of the Peerless Domain, let's hear it, what kind of lion does you hunt look like?" Boss Fang was stunned and snorted coldly: "Doesn't this need to be said! Isn't it just a head, a mouth, two eyes and four legs, and jumping into the water with a bang, huh? No! That's a toad, a lion is like this!"

It's not bragging, this lion boss Fang has often seen it, and he once rode it on his head to show off his might, how can he not know it? Just say that it is made of stone, and it looks similar to the real thing! Just say it, who is afraid of whom? Daoist Fang immediately said with a gesture, his eyebrows flew and danced nonsense, and his vivid appearance was as if he had seen it in person! The Taoist chief was distracted again, sitting on the stool and looking at the southwest direction in a daze, suddenly smiling, suddenly sighing, and his confused eyes flickered. This person is like this, always inexplicably confusing people, Daoist Fang has only been here for a day, but he has already made him confused, and often can't find the south, south, west, and north: "Boss! Boss! Boss, big -- "

The chief smiled and got up and walked away.

Daoist Fang sighed and was speechless for a moment.

Masters are like this, strange and strange not according to common sense to play cards, see more and get used to it.

After a while, the man came back, brought a basket of half-green and half-yellow herbs, as well as a stone pestle and a stone mortar clay pot, and said, "Pound all these herbs into paste." After speaking, he didn't wait for anyone to speak, flicked his sleeves and left. Boss Fang sighed again, sat down and picked up the stone pestle, and began to pound the medicine with a bang. I didn't say that smart people tacitly knew that if they wanted to use things, they had to work. It's useless to be anxious, because he said that he is the boss here.

Bang bang bang, bang, the stone pestle up and down, the arms up and down, the stone mortar trembles and trembles, and the body trembles and trembles. This job looks simple, but it's really not easy to do, the herbs are too much to do, the soft collapse and smash it does not move, it will not be able to put less, and it will take effort and effort, the strength is big and tired, the strength is small and pounded, and from time to time there is sticky juice splashing out, annoying to death!

Bang bang bang!

The afternoon passed with the thudding sound of rising and falling, and the sky slowly darkened.

Daoist Fang was sweating profusely, and he sat on the ground stupidly.

I'm tired now, I haven't finished pounding it for a long time, this is simply not a human job! I'm still stupid and running here to endure hardships, don't you say that this is not enough to eat! Listen, listen, the dinner bell rang again, and the day passed in such a clear way! Hey! Only after paying off can there be a reward, and if there is labor, there will be a harvest, but when he saw the half jar of viscous turquoise medicinal paste, Daoist Fang smiled again, with tired satisfaction and sore joy.

Lu Daochang also smiled, with the cool breeze of the evening, with the afterglow of the fall—

Very good, very good, go cook.

The dry rice is cooked into porridge, and the same taste is bland.

Eating and drinking the bland soup and water, chewing on the dull day.

It is light to say, there is a lingering fragrance in the mouth, and the Tao is hard work and tiredness, but the heart is so peaceful and satisfied.

The rewards of hard work are meager and rich, and the harvest after hard work is bitter and sweet.