The Life of the Blessed One

Wash the dirty gray hair on the body and turn it into white hair.

Compared with Ning Zhebubend who was hanging on the tree just now and resisting tenaciously, at this moment he shrunk his shoulders inward and lowered his head, looking quite timid and introverted.

Just as Jun Chu guessed, he is an orphan who lost his parents due to war and disease. He was born with abnormal hair. When his parents were around, he was not welcome, but he still had a mouthful of food to survive.After the death of his parents, he was kicked out of the village and wandered all the way to Taohua Village.

He was born with supernatural power, his strength was greater than that of ordinary adults, he fought with people all the year round, and he was skillful, so the fat and thin guys were naturally no match for him.

The one who sent the gray hair was Junchu's fencing master.

The white hair knew that he was born with abnormal hair, so he hid behind his master swordsman, fearful.

The fencing master grabbed him by the neck, brought him in front of Jun Chu like a chicken cub, and complained, "This kid is dishonest in the bath, and the two guards can't hold him down."

Before Jun Chu ordered his servants to take the white hair down and wash it clean. The white hair was only willing to wash the body, but not the dirty and clumped hair. The servant called two nurses from the front yard, but the nurses couldn't hold them back. It was the fencing master who came out to subdue him.

"I just don't want to wash my hair." The white hair explained in a low voice, looking at his bare feet without shoes.

His feet were thin and out of shape, and the calluses on the soles of his feet were thicker than that of a farmer who had been in the field for many years. Before, he couldn't see the ugliness when he was covered with mud and grass clippings.

He thought of Jun's feet when he went down the river to touch fish a few days ago, they were as white and tender as tofu, more beautiful than jade and seemed to be shining-although he had never seen jade, he was sure that jade was not as good-looking as his feet.

Of course, Junchu's face is also very beautiful.

The white hair raised his head and gave you a meow, then lowered his head instantly.

The two fat and thin men circled around him, unable to stop in amazement, and someone even pulled his hair, "Is this hair real?"

Junchu pushed Erpang, who was the biggest, and grabbed the white-haired hair to study carefully.

Jun Chu is very interested in strange things and things—this interest comes from his father.

It is said that after he was abducted when he was five years old, he was rescued by a white deer. His father thought that he was someone sent by the sky to "do great things", so he rubbed him hard, which made the two of you disagree. He is especially concerned about ordinary people's affairs.

He has also read a few of those idle books and ambitions that describe transcendent monks and the like, and he is very yearning for the power in them that can break mountains and rivers with one sword, and those who possess these powers are often born extraordinary.

White hair just looks extraordinary.

Although he is thin, he is as strong as a cow.

Such a person is made to be a general.

However, that is for the future.

At the moment, it is better to calculate the current account.

The white hair looked at Jun Chu with piercing eyes, he was very afraid that his hair color would scare Jun Chu.

Junchu said he wanted to take him in, and he didn't want to be driven away by him.

"Don't worry, I won't drive you away. Brother Xiao Jun said that one is the same." Jun Chu patted his thin chest, with a happy smile on his white-haired face, Jun Chu nodded to Er Pang, and Er Pang took his little friend with him. The white hair that had just been washed was beaten to a gray face.

"Tell you to hit us."

"Tell you to steal the crops in our field."

"I want you to miss Sister Yunshu, you don't know that she is Brother Xiaojun's cousin."

Hearing the last sentence, the white hair raised his head and looked at Jun Chu, "Is she your cousin?" Why is she not as good-looking as you.

You get angry and come out.The white hair didn't even raise his head no matter how hard he beat, and when he heard his cousin, he immediately regained his energy. If this is not interesting to Yun Shu, what else could it be?

Hit, Jun punched the white-haired right eye, held his ear and threatened viciously, "Yunshu is not something you can imagine, hurry up and die."

The color embryo, until now Xiao Xiang Yunshu, he can't even support himself, so he won't marry his cousin to him.

The white hair was suffering from pain, and he was covering his blue right eye, thinking: This person is so nervous when talking about Yunshu, so what everyone said is true, this person has a deep relationship with Yunshu's childhood sweetheart.

Since then, the white hair has stayed in Taohua Village.

The two fat and thin guys and other friends didn't make things difficult for him either—the white hair hit them, and they hit him too, evening out, shaking hands.

Once, when they had a fight with a boy from another village, the white-haired one rushed to the front, and the opponent was beaten off his back. Er Fatty and others immediately turned him from a foreigner into one of their own.

Later, Jun Chu let the white hair learn from his swordsmanship master, and his skills became more and more powerful. Er Fatty and others respectfully called him brother xx.

Why is it xx? Because the white hair has no surname or name, and my friends don't know what to call it.

Each other, Junchu was fishing by the river.

The peach blossoms are burning and the spring is in full bloom.

Jun Chu hides under the peach tree to fish, neither hot nor cold is just right.

Suddenly, a gray-haired man jumped down from the peach tree.

"Why are you?" Junchu looked at him impatiently.

The white-haired man was a little shorter than him before, but in just one year, the white-haired man is half a head taller than him. It's really f*cking annoying to eat his leftovers and grow so tall.

The white hair stretched out his head to look, "Did you catch any fish?"

Jun slapped him away, "You scared the fish away."

That is not caught.The white hair retracted his neck and coughed, "I have something to ask for your help..."

"Keep your voice down." Jun Chu looked at the surface of the water, ups and downs, as if there were fish eating bait.

The white hair was close to him, and the young man's thin lips were stuck to his temples, and he could kiss his white tofu-like cheek with just a little more, "Give me a name."

Swish, Jun Chu pulled up the fishing rod, pointed at the thin fish and swayed his body, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, pointing to the cold river water in March, he said, "Go down and catch the fish."

The white hair jumped down without hesitation, and it took a long time to catch a basket of fish in the water.

When the two returned home, the kitchen quickly prepared the fish and brought it out, and Er Fat Slim and other friends also rushed over.

Friends from Taohua Village gathered around a table, staring at the steaming steamed fish, stewed fish and fried fish balls, swallowing their mouths.

The white-haired man looked at Jun Chu eagerly, "My name."

Jun Chu said very casually: "It's called Bai Yan, and it matches your hair color very well."

"How do you write Yan characters?" White hair asked.

Jun Chu thought that he could not write, after all, he only followed him for a year in the village school.

There was no pen and ink here, and he didn't bother to ask someone to take it. Jun Chu asked the white hair to stretch out his hand, and taught him how to write stroke by stroke in the palm of his hand.

The palm of the hand was itchy, and the white hair wanted to withdraw his hand, but was reluctant.

After finishing writing, Jun Chu looked up, seeing him in a daze, he slapped him on the forehead bluntly, "Are you happy?"

"Yeah." Bai Yan, who had a name, nodded, and put the most tender meat of the steamed fish into Jun Chu's bowl.

Jun Chu sullenly didn't show his joy, and directly brought a whole steamed fish in front of Bai Yan.

Bai Yan looked at him, not knowing why.

The little friends also looked at Jun Chu, not knowing why.

Why give him all the fish?

Jun Chu said with a straight face, "Congratulations that you have a name." As he spoke, a servant brought drinks outside, not many, one drink per person.

It turned out that he told him to catch fish to celebrate him.Bai Yan was so happy that he drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.

Jun slapped him across the head, "Idiot."

This wine was stolen from his father, and his father was reluctant to take a sip.

"Hey, I'm an idiot." Bai Yan, who was drinking for the first time, smirked twice, and fell down on the table with a plop.

Junchu ignored him and greeted his friends to eat.

When Bai Yan woke up, he had eaten all the good dishes on the table, even the vegetable soup was mixed with rice by Er Fatty.

Thinking of the fish Jun Chu gave him, Bai Yan felt a little sad, he didn't even eat a single chopstick.

"Let's eat." Jun Chu put the fish in front of him in secret sadness.

The most tender belly of the steamed fish is not there, it is the fish during the day.

"It's delicious." Bai Yan dropped the chopsticks and the fish's tail disappeared. His cheeks were bulging, and when his phoenix eyes smiled, it was as if spring water was in his eyes, which made people almost sink into it.

You turned your head slightly, and the roots of your ears were slightly red.

Junchu knows that some things should not and cannot be.

But if he had it, he would have it, and there was nothing he could do.

In a blink of an eye, Jun Chu was of marriageable age, and the matchmaker from the village ran to Jun's house every day. Jun Chu hid out, found a peach tree at random, set down the table and painting utensils, and was drawing something.

Xu was doing something shady, while he was drawing, he looked around vigilantly.

His painting skills are rubbish, and he is double-minded, so naturally he can't draw anything good.

He hid the drawing paper of Bai Yan in balls in his sleeves, and after despair, he regained his strength.

This time I don't know which bodhisattva appeared, but the lines of the eyes with just a few strokes were quite white. He was secretly happy and prepared to make persistent efforts.

Suddenly hearing footsteps, he quickly took the painting next to him and put it on top.

"Drawing peach blossoms again?" Bai Yan stood behind him, looked down, and sure enough, it was peach blossoms again.

Bai Yan was a full head taller than Jun Chu, with his hands on the table, looking from a distance, he thought he was hugging Jun Chu from behind.

Looking at the crooked things on the paper that looked like flowers but were not, Bai Yan shook his head, "The peach blossoms you drew are really as bad as ever."

Bai Yan admires Junchu's painting skills very much: every year the paintings get uglier every year.

In the whole world, only Jun Chu is so powerful.

"Go, go, practice your sword." Junchu pushed him away.

Speaking of sword practice, Bai Yan thought of the praise that his swordsman master had given to Jun Chu.

"Ge has never seen such a wise person, he can understand everything, and draw inferences from one instance, but it's a pity that his health is too weak, otherwise he will definitely be a master of swordsmanship in the future."

Junchu's fencing master is not unknown, he is famous, likes to drink, and talks very little.

At the end of last year, he bid farewell to Master Jun and left the Jun family.

Jun Chu and Bai Yan still practice swords every day.

Of course, Bai Yan's sword practice was a scene in Peach Blossom Village, with a heroic appearance, the little girl's eyes were full of love.

What Jun Chu practiced was the style, which is good-looking but not very powerful, and the little girl still looked at it with sympathy.

Jun Chu sent Bai Yan to practice swordsmanship and continued with the painting just now, but unfortunately the Bodhisattva did not appear again.

Looking at Bai Yan's distorted ugly face on the white paper, Jun Chu's heart was so cold that he resigned the teacher who taught him how to draw that day.