Those years of bking for green tea apprentices

(One)

"Postpartum care for sows..."

"Crack!" Slapping his palm on the stone table, Kong Qu hugged his head in despair and shook, "I lost again. ——Fang Yanchu, can you turn off your broken radio?"

"I don't—" the man opposite him leaned on the recliner, with one hand resting on the edge of the table like a boneless one, his eyes were slightly closed, and he raised his eyelids to glance at the chessboard only when it was his turn to make a move , After falling down, he quickly closed his eyes, "Don't blame other things if you are restless."

"Who can calm down during the whole fucking pig raising show?" The situation on the chessboard is clear, the big dragon is slaughtered and has no power to recover, and Kong Qu directly restrains the chess pieces without waiting for the end. Divided into black and white, it directly fell into the chess box in front of the two of them.

"Don't play anymore?" Fang Yanchu withdrew his hand, slid his fingers across the radio button, and silently turned up the volume. The sound of "Fortune Classic" suddenly amplified, echoing in the small courtyard deep in the alley.

Kong Qu uttered the third sound of "stop playing" in the sound of "keep the pig house clean and keep the temperature of the pig house" all over the yard. He picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea in frustration: "it's hard to play with you." No! It's been a long time since you beat me six or seven games."

"Your state of mind is not enough." Fang Yanchu's voice was calm as usual, "Walk less in the world and retreat more, and your cultivation will naturally increase."

Glancing at Fang Yanchu, who was covered with drowsiness all over his body, Kong Qu bravely stretched out his hands to the fruit plate in front of him, picked up a corner of watermelon, and said while eating, "Do you think I'm you? I have business to do. Isn’t that called retreat? Isn’t it just sleeping?”

Fang Yanchu didn't answer, Kong Qu only felt that the whole yard became quiet, the wind didn't move and the birds didn't sing, as if the whole world had fallen asleep following the person in front of him.

Kong Qu is a natural spiritual creature, born with great merit and virtue, and has been cultivated for hundreds of thousands of years, but he does not have this kind of cultivation to turn the world for his own use.From the birth of heaven and earth to the present, people with this level of cultivation can be counted on one hand.

And a big shot of this level is actually living in this small courtyard in Chongming City.

What a shame.

"Little uncle—someone is looking for you!" This strange tranquility was suddenly awakened with a loud cry, the bird at the corner of the eaves flew up with a "flutter", and a drop of dew hidden deep in the grape leaves suddenly fell.

The head of Lingyun Temple of this generation sang Errenzhuan before they started, and they could lift the beams of the house with one voice. Since they became immortals, they shouted their voices in the back mountain every day, and now they can be louder than the horns in the front village. My favorite thing is to take a group of Taoists to the alley to sell watermelons and sing.

Fang Yanchu still had his eyes closed, breathing steadily, as if he was still asleep.But Kong Qu knew that he was already awake, but people like Fang Yanchu would still be as if they hadn't woken up, and wouldn't even reply at all.

"Still missing?" Kong Qu whispered in his ear, "That child has been kneeling outside for three days, right? Don't really kneel to death..."

Fang Yanchu still didn't speak, but his slender eyebrows suddenly frowned, as if he had encountered some trouble suddenly, he sighed after a while, and slowly sat up from the recliner: "It's really troublesome, I'll take a look."

Although he said he was just going to take a look, Fang Yanchu straightened his sleeves in a serious manner, picked up his mobile phone on the table, and his eyes, which could not be opened normally, became much clearer, looking like a A successful person who can attend a reception anytime, anywhere.

This courtyard is neither big nor small. Wujin’s courtyard is backed by the back mountain, and there are all kinds of corridors, pavilions, pavilions and pavilions. It takes more than ten minutes to walk from the deepest part to the gate.Not to mention that as Fang Yanchu walked out, he had to deal with the greetings from the head of Lingyun Palace to Xiaodaotong.

He walked slowly, but he didn't appear to be sluggish. His steps were steady and straight, and he looked very dignified. The four characters Zhongzheng Peace were written all over his body.Kong Qu followed behind him, looking at him tiltedly, with both surprise and nostalgia in his expression: "I said, Lao Fang, you have really changed a lot..."

Fang Yanchu didn't turn his head, but kept walking: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"...Can you be a little godlike? Your Lingyun Palace really should hold an etiquette class called 'New Century Social Etiquette' to teach you how to speak the human language." Kong Qu took two quick steps and caught up with him. He reached out and pushed open the mahogany door ahead of him.

The door, which was already quite old, stepped aside with a "squeak", and a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy was kneeling there two steps away. Hearing the sound, he suddenly raised his head, with tears on his face, and was surprised. Looking inside the door: "Master! Master! Are you willing to see me?"

"Little guy, don't mistake Master." Fang Yanchu stood in the shade of the threshold, his expression hidden in the shadows was gloomy, "I have confiscated my apprentice for thousands of years."

"Master..." The child's voice suddenly dropped, and he lowered his head slightly. The blood on his forehead pooled into a small puddle in the hollow of the stone steps, reflecting his face, and his pointed chin lowered meekly. with.

He seemed to have come from far away, and there was still a dusty cloth bag by his side, and through the slightly exposed opening, one or two dried steamed buns could be seen inside.The clothes on him were even more torn than the bag, and they didn't fit.Elbows and knees were carefully pinched to cover the holes caused by excessive wear, and the trousers were drooping on the ground, and it seemed that they had been handed out without knowing when.

Kneeling outside the door for three days obviously exhausted him a lot. His head kept knocking on the stone steps in front of the door, which not only formed a pool of blood on the stone steps, but also covered his whole body. bloodstained.

Kong Qu dug out his sympathy from deep in his memory, and asked, "The child is quite pitiful, why don't you let him in?"

"No." Fang Yanchu mercilessly refused, and scolded with a stern face, "You should keep your kindness to yourself. ——Where did you come from? I can contact the police to send you back."

"I... have nowhere to come from." He bowed his waist and kowtowed twice as if praying, "I beg Long You to take me in."

He looked really pitiful, but anyone with a bit of humanity would feel unbearable, even an old goblin like Kong Qu who had lived for tens of thousands of years felt compassion.But Fang Yanchu was unmoved at all, and calmly took out his mobile phone to snap a photo, and even joked with Kong Qu: "Do you think this child is a bit like the lost child recently posted on the public security website?"

The kindness of a monster like Kong Qu is limited even if he has it. It is really not worthwhile to offend a child who has been friends for many years. After weighing the pros and cons, he stopped persuading him. See the similarity.

"Hiss—Old Fang, are your eyesight gone too? Don't say that the kid on the public security website has a round face, but the one in front of you has a small pointed face, even in terms of gender. He's a little girl!"

"Is there such a big difference?" Fang Yanchu reached out and tapped the screen of the phone, letting it float beside him, raised his leg and stepped over the threshold, and stood still in front of the child, "Raise your head."

The child's face is quite beautiful, and he has completely escaped the youthfulness of fifteen or sixteen-year-old normal human beings. His face is a little pale from excessive blood loss, and his brows and eyes are as sharp as hiding a knife, but Fang Yanchu's eyes are like a lamp. The bright lights are both bright and warm.

"What's your name?" Fang Yanchu asked unexpectedly.

"Ji Qianshan," Ji Qianshan climbed two steps, hugged his calf tightly, put his face on his leg and looked up, "Master, my name is Ji Qianshan."

"I don't accept apprentices."

Fang Yanchu's tone was still calm, but Ji Qianshan suddenly became happy as if he had seen the dawn, as if he had lifted a rock: "It's okay, Master, I can do anything, it doesn't matter if I'm not Master's apprentice. Sweeping the table, washing the dishes, cooking, chopping firewood in the mountains, and catching fish in the sea, I am willing to do it, as long as the master takes me in."

"The orchard in the back mountain still lacks a water carrier." Fang Yanchu's words are really not good. The orchard in Lingyun Palace has long been equipped with the most advanced automatic system. , where there is no need to manually carry water.

But Ji Qianshan obviously couldn't understand the mystery, he pursed his lips to show a little smile, and pulled his cloth pocket to stand up from the ground.

But his legs, which had been kneeling for three days, were already numb to the point of unconsciousness. According to common sense, it is already a miracle that he is still awake, not to mention standing up.Even if Ji Qianshan is extremely talented, not only can he guide him to find Long Youjun who has escaped the world for thousands of years, but also let Longyou accept him, it does not mean that he is a strong man.

Maybe it was persistence—Kong Qu thought it was probably revenge—Ji Qianshan didn't ask others for help, but pulled Fang Yanchu's trousers and got up bit by bit.

Seeing Fang Yanchu stand up little by little with his hands covered in dust and blood, grabbing the hem of Fang Yanchu's trouser legs, with a heroic expression on his face like an actor who used too much force in a low-quality film and television drama, Kong Qu's conscience told himself that he should feel pity.

——If you didn't see that Fang Yanchu maintained his image of a tall man without shaking his body, and at the same time tightly pulled his waistband to prevent his pants from being pulled off.

You deserve it, I told you to always carry the image of a worldly expert.

Elder-level figures like Fang Yanchu introduced the Daoist from the mountain gate. Naturally, some people worried about his basic necessities. Under the leadership of the head of the Taoist, several Daoists carried away Ji Qianshan, who was already unable to walk.

"Be careful, don't touch it!" The head of the mountain has not let go of his errenzhuan skills for decades. Give him a handkerchief and he will sing you a hat on the spot. Carrying Ji Qianshan is like a noodle shop. Yes, bright and atmospheric.

"Why did you keep him here?" Kong Qu turned around, glanced at the little Taoist boys who were walking away, and asked with his hands on Fang Yanchu's shoulders.

As expected, but did not get an answer, Kong Qu turned his head to look over with a smile on his face, and the smile froze on his face for a moment.I saw Fang Yanchu, who was still playing a hero just now, his face was ashen, his lips were so white that there was no trace of blood, big drops of sweat dripped from his forehead, his eyes could barely focus on Kong Qu's face, he opened his mouth without saying a word come out.

Then he closed his eyes tightly and fell down straight.

Kong Qu's scolding voice suddenly sounded in the alley: "Fuck! The sky is falling!"

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