The spring thunder begins to roar, and all things grow.

Winter goes to spring, and in a blink of an eye, the sting has passed, and it is the spring equinox.

The vernal equinox, the meaning of day and night equinox, is the fourth of the twenty-four solar terms.

Han Dong Zhongshu Youyun: The spring equinox, yin and yang are half of each other, and the day and night are even, and the cold and heat are flat.

In ancient times, it was divided into three waits, and the proverb said: one waits for the Yuan bird to arrive, two waits for the thunder to make a sound, and three waits for the first electricity.

The weather is warm, the earth is covered with green, the warbler flies and the grass grows, everything sprouts and begins to move, and everywhere is full of vitality. After a spring rain, the green bricks and tiles everywhere are clean and refreshing, the branches of the old trees are full of green, and the several bushes of arrows and bamboos in the courtyard also bloom with new leaves, which is particularly verdant and lovely. A few of them flew low across the sky, chirping with a crisp sound, not knowing where to find the old nest or build a new home. The air is filled with the moisture of rain, the fragrance of plants and trees, and the slight sweetness of the earth, which is the smell of spring, and it makes people feel refreshed.

At this time, spring ploughing is busy, and the spirit of stepping into the green is still strong. The plan of the year lies in the spring, sowing the seeds of hope, packing up the good mood, and looking forward to the heavy harvest. The bitter cold of winter has finally dissipated, and hope is like the buds of grass and trees germinating in the heart again, and spring is coming again, and it is another spring. Everyone is busy with their own things, and they have enough strength to prepare for a big job, such as our Fang Daoist, who unfortunately strayed into the mountain gate and was isolated from the world.

Daoist Fang climbed the top of the south wall, looking into the distance between heaven and earth, a wisp of divine thought came out, and he didn't know where he wandered. Looking at the condensed figure, you can know that the heart is not disturbed by external objects, look at the calm face, and know that the thoughts are not extraordinary, and the calm eyes, you should know that this person has reached the state of no thoughts and no desires. To put it bluntly, I was in a daze. I was like this for several days in a row, climbing on the wall every day in a daze, which was really confusing.

Boss Fang is still so short, the big hero hasn't grown any longer, and Daoist Fang is still so thin, I don't know where the food has gone. Of course, I don't blame him for this, one meal a day, no matter how much you eat, it's not enough to digest. There's no hurry to grow up, the hero is still young, and it's not time to grow crazy. As for Wen Zhi's martial arts, it is naturally not bad, under the torture of Lu Daochang, he has learned seven or eight tricks of martial arts, and he knows dozens of words. In particular, the skill of being beaten has increased every day, and now he has reached a state where he does not cry, scream, make noise, or make noise, and his expression does not change when the whip ruler is applied to his body, and he regards the pain of his flesh and skin as if he were nothing.

I sat for most of the day, staring out blankly, not knowing what I was thinking. After a few days of absent-mindedness, laziness and laziness, the deliberations are not easy to discuss, and the account books are not easy to remember. Boss Fang is sick, idle, and suffocated! This is not a thing in the pool, how can the master who has always been free and easy, be willing to stay in this small world and live in a proper manner? This is not the life that Boss Fang wants, the world outside is very vast, such as today it is warm, the grass is green, the peach and willow are green, and Daoist Fang's heart is becoming more and more lively.

Gotta run out and have some fun!

Look at the overlapping, undulating mountains, it has faded from the old winter clothes, replaced with an intoxicating light green, mixed with a little bit of colorful colors, that is the mountain flowers blooming. One by one, large and small, just like the embroidery pattern on Luo's clothes. The beauty of all colors, the vastness of cyan, the beauty of flowers, and the magnificence of the mountains, how can we not teach people to think about it, and the heart is fascinated! Look at the vast sea of clouds, like white water pouring down on the green mountains, overflowing countless deep valleys, and covering the top of ten thousand trees.

Mountains, swimming in the clouds, the clouds are also the mountains;

Peak, standing in the clouds, as quiet as the clouds.

Breathtaking, the heart yearns for it.

The mist and mist were born in the mountains, and they floated in front of them, covering something? What did they block? Is it the mountain over there? Or is it the eye here? There, there, what is hidden? Is it the alien fruit of immortality? Or is it an immortal spirit beast? Is it a legend of the gods? Or is it an ancient souvenir? It doesn't matter! Tomorrow, tomorrow, you must go and see it! Daoist Fang has made up his mind, quickly slipped off the wall, and ran back to the house to sleep!

What about Daochang Lu? Where did Daochang Lu go? Why did Daochang Lu ignore him and let him get rid of his hair every day and climb onto the wall to bask in the sun? Daochang Lu Daochang was in the house, and Daochang Lu was lying on the bed, his face was haggard and his expression was gray, his body was covered with a thick quilt, and he coughed twice in his throat from time to time, and he looked very miserable. Lu Daochang was also sick. Xu is Daoist Fang painted too many circles for him, and the curse finally worked, and Daoist Lu was unfortunately hit by the trick and fell ill all of a sudden!

Headache and fever, nasal congestion and runny nose, fear of wind and chills, this symptom is called-

Cold.

At the beginning of this illness, it was only a slight cough, but Lu Changlian, who practiced martial arts, was strong and did not take it to heart. Unexpectedly, his condition deteriorated in a few days, and then he was difficult to get up. It is precisely because I don't get sick all year round, and a sickness is half a life! Retribution, retribution! Daoist Fang made a lot of nonsense in private, saying long and short: Look, look, people who have done bad things and people who have offended me have all come to such a tragic end! Even if I am a kind person, if I don't care about him, God will punish him!

This is a very good thing! Daoist Fang said, Lao Dao fell ill in bed, and he had no strength to manage everyone, so he didn't need to study or practice, so he just went out to play together! It was a good idea, but unfortunately no one agreed with it. For example, today, the four of them sat in the school hall and pretended to write, pretending to be something! Daoist Fang disdained, thinking that there was no like-minded comrade-in-arms, and this was all for Lu Laodao to be afraid, and everyone became cowards!

This time the wind and waves were calm, Lu Laodao lay on the bed to recuperate, Daoist Fang ran back to the house to sleep, and a few Xiaodao sat in the school to practice calligraphy. On this day, several guests came here, all of whom were important figures in the Shangqing Dynasty, and they could be called distinguished guests. The distinguished guests came to visit Lu Daochang, the master saw the apprentice, and the senior brother looked at the junior brother. By the way, let's take a look at that, the little Taoist priest who blended into Shangqing.

Elder Bai, one of the elders of the Shangqing Dynasty, Bai Fair. This person is close to ancient times, but he has a good way of health, an old face is ruddy and gratifying, coupled with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, the surname is Gwenliang, and he has a great reputation in Puritanism, and he is nicknamed: good old man. The good old man is the master of Daoist Lu, and he is the ancestor of Daoist Fang, of course, he is a noble figure. However, Daoist Fang never gave him a good face, and he didn't care about it when he met him at dinner, treating him as if he were nothing. Lu Daochang scolded and scolded countless times, but he couldn't get him to open his mouth and scream-

Shizu.

Master, just kidding! When it comes up, it belongs to the grandfather's generation, and it is two generations higher at once, and the big hero is not the grandchildren? No, no, this master Lu Laodao is barely called, and this master, Daoist Fang has no intention of recognizing it at all! Daoist Fang thinks that he is your master, not my master, and he should discuss his own thing, and he should not make random arrangements. How about Elder Bai? Elder Bai didn't care, he just didn't want to be old-fashioned, he had to think of Boss Fang as a disciple! Daoist Fang ignored him, he didn't care, he was always happy to come up-

Fang Yin, a little Taoist priest, a grandson, has no mouth to scream!

Old Fang was anxious, but he was helpless, so he could only give him a few blank glances or spit back!

The old man is not in tune, he is not respectful to the old, do you see that he has the appearance of a master?

Noon.

Elder Bai came, and there was another person behind him.

Zhao Changxiao, the peak master of the Five Sons Peak of the Shangqing Dynasty, is also the apprentice of Elder Bai. This person is a round-faced, flat-headed, and large-sized Yuan Shi. This person finally said that he had a lovely smile, a group of harmony, and like an elongated cow's ambition. Daoist Zhao was busy with affairs, and Daoist Fang had called him since he came, and he hadn't seen him a few times. Of course, it's the same when you see it, don't care. Ignore it, ignore it, in the words of Daoist Fang, do a lot of miscellaneous hair, and care about Lao Tzu's? Naturally, he doesn't pay attention to people, and people don't pay attention to him, and Daoist Fang is very popular here.

Daoist Fang doesn't care, heroes, aren't they all their own ways and mavericks?

One after the other, the two entered the house.

"Master-" Lu Changlian hurriedly got up: "Changlian is useless, and Master Lao is worried!" said and was about to get out of bed and salute. Elder Bai stepped forward with a smile and grabbed him: "Supreme Heavenly Venerable-Chang Lian, are you feeling better?" Lu Daochang coughed again and again, his chest heaving: "It's just a little cold, Chang Lian Ming said, cough, cough, cough!" Elder Bai sighed and was speechless for a while. Zhao Changxiao handed over the clay pot in his hand and said with a smile: "Senior brother, this is a living ginseng soup, and the master boiled it for you in the middle of the night." ”

Lu Changlian's heart was warm, and he was sour, and he almost burst into tears for a while: "Thank you, Master, Senior Brother Lao." Zhao Changxiao smiled and said softly: "Senior Brother Lu, you have always been strong and healthy, why-" Daochang Lu was silent for a moment, and said with a smile: "Without him, Changlian will not notice for a while, Senior Brother can rest assured." Zhao Daochang nodded: "It's okay to have a little wind and fall down, you can be cured in a few days, junior brother has drunk the decoction first, come-"

"No, according to the teacher, Changlian is a disease of anger. Elder Bai laughed. Lu Changlian was stunned when he heard this, and immediately shook his head again and again: "Master, it is true that Changlian accidentally contracted the wind and cold for a while, not ......" Elder Bai shook his head and smiled: "Changlian, I know a little about medicine for my teacher, but your senior brother doesn't know, but you can't hide it from Master." Lu Daochang was silent for a long time and lowered his head. Dao Chang Zhao was stunned and said, "Master, how do you say this? Who made Senior Brother Lu so angry?" Elder Bai sighed and said slowly: "Longevity should stop the thunder and anger, and seek health to stop the thunderbolt fire." The seven emotions are damaged, the false fire rises and the liver qi is reversed, so that the cold and evil invade externally, from the surface to the inside, and the stagnation and astringency in the blood and meridians, heh! Presumably, it is the disobedient little Taoist priest again——"

Ay!

At this point, the master and apprentice sighed in unison, relatively speechless. Daochang Zhao was still puzzled, and frowned: "Which one? Which little Taoist?" Daochang Lu lowered his head and was silent. Elder Bai smiled and sighed: "That person is himself, the new one, heh, stinky boy!" Zhao Changxiao was stunned, and then smiled: "Senior Brother Lu, you, why bother?" Lu Changlian sighed and bowed his head silently. Bai Changchang smiled and asked, "Changlian, is it worth it?"

Lu Daochang was still silent.

"Senior Brother Lu, the Tao is natural, Senior Brother advises you - do your best, you don't have to force it. ”

Lu Daochang never spoke.

Worth. I am his master. Worth. He was my apprentice. The Tao is the Tao and the law is natural, and it is really difficult to feel at ease in my heart! What does it mean to do one's best? How can it be too much? Hearing that it makes sense, it is not easy to do it, and Lu Daochang wanted to defend it, but he didn't know where to start, so he only sat there with his head bowed and sighed silently.

Supreme Heavenly Venerable -

Elder Bai chanted in a low voice, smiling and bowing his head.

The two left.

Good medicine is always bitter, but what is bitter is not necessarily good medicine. Which is right and which is wrong? I am afraid that it will be difficult to reach a conclusion for the time being. How can a topic that has been controversial for a thousand years be clearly explained in three or two sentences? Perhaps there is no right or wrong, and gain is always accompanied by loss, but the trade-off between the advantages and disadvantages is the lighter and the more important, and the trade-off between the advantages and disadvantages, makes people unable not to ponder deeply.

One person pushed the door in, and said with a long laugh: "Chang Lian, is there any obstacle to the cold disease?" Lu Daochang hurriedly got up again, and said with a wry smile: "Brother Zhang." Mu Zhangjiao held it down, swept it with a glance, and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Changlian, you are not lightly ill!" Lu Changlian said helplessly: "It's no big deal, how does Senior Brother know-" Mu Changtian snorted, and his eyes fell on the table: "Ginseng soup?" Lu Changlian nodded and said, "Senior brother, how are you doing recently?" Changlian has a few words......

"Goo!" Mu Changtian picked up the jar and took a sip, and said with a smile: "It tastes good, it's pretty good!" Lu Daochang couldn't cry or laugh, and was speechless for a while. Mu Zhangjiao smiled and said: "Poor Dao came empty-handed, and grabbed ginseng soup with you to drink, Senior Brother Lu didn't speak, now he must be scolding me in his stomach?"

The two looked at each other and laughed for a while, and the cold atmosphere was swept away!

Mu Changtian said with a smile: "Changlian, drink this soup first, the heat and cold are just right." Lu Changlian wanted to speak and stopped, but finally smiled and sighed, and took the soup can. Mu Zhangjiao quietly watched him finish drinking, stepped forward and patted Lu Daochang on the shoulder: "Don't say it again, Changlian, I've worked hard for you!" The two looked at each other for a moment, and Lu Changlian burst into tears, choked up and couldn't speak. Mu Changtian panicked, and hurriedly comforted: "Senior brother, why are you crying? Hey! You are so old, like a child!" When Lu Daochang heard this, he cried even more. Mu Zhangjiao was at a loss: "This, this, hey! It must be that little ghost, doing a good thing!" Lu Daochang sighed and said with tears: "Brother Zhang, Chang Lian is incompetent, and he is really disappointed!"

"Don't do your business!" Mu Zhangjiao's face was full of anger, and he snorted coldly and said: "You wait, senior brother will teach that little ghost a lesson, so that he can know that the sky is high and the earth is thick!" When he walked to the door, he turned his head and said, "Changlian, you say, if you want to die, you still want to live?" In a moment, the man had already gone out: "Brother Zhang-" Lu Daochang raised his eyes blankly, and his mind fell into confusion again.

This person is always like this, teaching you to cry or laugh, but fortunately, it has long been commonplace to get along with him for many years.

Coming, leaving, the sound is like a dream.

Dead or alive? Mind him, take care of him, and take care of him! I didn't have much hope anyway.

Do you think, if you don't have a proper shape, you can't teach a tune, and what tricks can you teach?;