Those years of bking for green tea apprentices

(two)

"You can shout a little louder," Fang Yanchu leaned on the bed, lowered his eyebrows and looked at the flattering Kong Qu, "in case those guys from Daomen don't know that I'm dying."

"Brother, Brother Fang, Brother Fang," Kong Qu scratched his head in embarrassment, rubbing his hands back and forth on his face, but he didn't dare to look at Fang Yanchu directly, "I didn't know you fell down with a 'click', scared to death me."

He danced and danced for a while, vividly showing how Fang Yanchu fell that day, with a strong expressive force: "You fell down as soon as you rolled your eyes, and I was frightened stupid all of a sudden. I wonder who you are, Mr. Longyou, How did it get to this point?"

Fang Yanchu watched his performance like watching a monkey show, and made a positive comment: "You shouldn't open a chain hotel, you should break into the entertainment industry."

"I've really thought about it—" Kong Qu echoed, and then sat down on the edge of the bed, "I'm serious, Lao Fang, how did you get to this point? You can't even take two steps. ?"

"Would you like to try it?"

Kong Qu rubbed his hands excitedly, then suddenly shook his head violently as if thinking of something: "I don't want to try, the loss outweighs the gain. Then you won't really die suddenly one day like you are now, right? If you die What about this big family?"

"It's not that exaggerated," Fang Yanchu comforted him, "At least I can live for tens of thousands of years. Even if I want to die, the law of heaven will not let me die."

Kong Qu was quite heartless. After hearing this comforting sentence, he thought about it for a while and couldn't come up with anything: "That's right, after all, what are you, what do Taoists call this now? Mediator?"

"Almost." Fang Yanchu lost interest, obviously unwilling to talk about this kind of thing, "Don't worry, I can still do things for you for a few more years."

Kong Qu's face changed a couple of times: "Don't...don't say that. Hey - you make me seem so heartless, even though..."

"Heh," Fang Yanchu twitched his lips and smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, "Just say whether you still want to see him?"

"I want to." Kong Qu looked serious, restrained his joking tone, and nodded solemnly at him, "I want to dream."

To be honest, as Kong Qu said, saying that I still need you to do this and that for me at the bedside of a patient who is recovering from a serious illness is really not something a normal person should do.But Kong Qu's eyes are very persistent, if there are other ascetics around, it can be concluded that——

This man is already obsessed with it.

Fang Yanchu can naturally make such a judgment, but what is surprising is that he does not have the disgust of "demons" that ordinary ascetics have in his eyes, but a smile.

It was a very subtle expression, without any negative emotions, but it made people feel uncomfortable for no reason.

——There was pity in that smile.

It is a kind of kind reminder that a person who has seen through everything can show to a person who is in the fog.

Kong Qu also laughed, not to mention Fang Yanchu, even he himself felt a sense of pity for himself, and turned around prevaricatedly: "You take care of your wounds, I have to go. The spirit of the East China Sea is still there, I That group of employees really didn’t work for nothing.”

After all, he walked out in a hurry and almost tripped over the threshold. If he hadn't turned his head and saw Ji Qianshan hiding outside, he would have cursed: "Damn—hey, it's you Oh boy, why are you hiding at the door? Go in."

Putting his arms around Ji Qianshan's back and pushing him in, he took him to the door, Kong Qu smiled into the room, and shouted loudly: "You guys should make good contact with each other. You are welcome. I will take it back to Lingyun Palace next time." Just give me a [-]% discount when you pay!"

The door was closed suddenly, and the whole room was darkened. The only inconvenience of this kind of courtyard house is that the lighting is not very good, and it is not as bright as modern houses.

Fang Yanchu didn't speak, and Ji Qianshan didn't dare to say anything, moving his steps cautiously.

"Why go?"

Ji Qianshan's body trembled violently, his whole body froze in place, his voice trembling obviously: "Master..."

His movements were very obvious, his finger was pointing towards the light switch, Fang Yanchu waved his hand and said: "There is no need to turn on the light, I can see it, come here."

Ji Qianshan's physical fitness is very strong. After running for a long time, he knelt for three full days, and he recovered after only one night's rest.It's just that there was still a bit of panic like a bird on his face, and it wasn't until he approached Fang Yanchu that he was full of the person in front of him and stared intently at his face, and gradually this trace of emotion disappeared.

Fang Yanchu looked at him, secretly startled.Others don't understand, but he himself knows his physical condition best. Although it is not very good now, it is far from the situation where he will faint after walking two steps.

That day, the little brat grabbed him unreservedly with blood on his hands. The moment his skin touched, Fang Yanchu felt a huge impact. Did not jump up.

That feeling was so familiar, every ancient demon god who walked through the sea of ​​blood would never forget the pain of the burning soul.

"Stretch out your hand."

Ji Qianshan immediately stretched out his hand from behind and put it in front of him. Suddenly, as if thinking of something, he suddenly withdrew his hand, wiped his clothes vigorously twice, and then calmly spread his hand in front of him.Both eyes were as bright as a searchlight, and Fang Yanchu felt that his room was brightened by one degree without turning on the light.

"I'm sorry, Master. I didn't mean to interrupt your conversation..."

Fang Yanchu didn't pay attention to his words. Instead, he took his hand and began to observe carefully with his fingers.

Ji Qianshan's hands, one could tell at a glance that they were not working hands, except for a layer of calluses on the tiger's mouth, the rest were as tender as a little girl's.What he said at the door that day was really nonsense. With such hands, why go up the mountain to chop firewood? Which mountain can allow him to chop off a branch?

The several wounds on the hands were also covered with Band-Aids. The hands without blood looked like a pair of ordinary hands. Now the touch is just an ordinary touch. A pain that burns in the soul.

Fang Yanchu looked at this unsurprising pair of hands, and he couldn't believe it: "Is this the thing that brought me down?"

"Boy, where did you come from?" Fang Yanchu asked this sentence again, but this time he was not as kind as last time.His eyes were fixed on Ji Qianshan, and there was a trace of paleness on his still-sick face, but his eyes were as sharp as knives, like a flame ignited from the ice, directly reflecting his pale face. There was a weird tinge of red.

Ji Qianshan seemed to be frightened, his eyes widened, and a tear seemed to be in his eyes: "I... I don't know..."

"Then what do you know?"

"You." Without even thinking about it, Ji Qianshan blurted out, he only knew how to patch himself when he said it, and lowered his head aggrieved, "I mean, I woke up from the seaside, and I don't know what I have Relatives, I don’t know how old I am, I only know that I am Ji Qianshan, and I want to find Master.”

Although he was so wronged that he was about to cry, his hands were still spread out in front of his body, and he didn't dare to take them back at all, looking like a good baby.The description is really wronged and pitiful, even Fang Yanchu's hard-hearted heart can't help but be moved by it, slowly withdrawing his strength, and let go of his hand.

Fang Yanchu leaned back on the head of the bed again, and regained the appearance of that worldly expert.Although his face was sickly, it did not damage his demeanor at all. This person may have enjoyed the advantages brought by his appearance since ancient times.

His face is very orthodox and beautiful, unlike Ji Qianshan who looks like a knife hidden in flowers, he is like the moon on August [-]th, gentle and majestic.The slender and thick eyelashes like crow feathers cast a small fan-shaped shadow on his face, making him look like a golden bodhisattva in the hall, gentle, amiable and lofty: "Thank you for your hard work, but I am not your master."

His words hurt people very much, but Ji Qianshan was already prepared for this. Fang Yanchu repeatedly emphasized that he would not accept apprentices, and he was also told by the head that he was not allowed to accept apprentices in front of Fang Yanchu. He followed everyone together Let's call each other Xiaoshishu.

"Oh." Ji Qianshan bowed his head in resignation, but still asked unwillingly, "Then little uncle, why don't you accept apprentices?"

Doesn't this kid know how to look at people's faces?

Fang Yanchu thought that there is no need to ask, I might die someday, should I take my apprentice and leave someone to wear me in mourning?

"It's been more than 1000 years, and you are the first to dare to ask me."

"Then will you answer me?"

"No." Fang Yanchu answered very simply, without hesitation at all, then closed his eyes, with a look of seeing off the guests, "Bring me the radio when you leave, I haven't finished listening to "The Book of Getting Rich" .”

Fang Yanchu's radio is a big boxy box, nearly one meter long, and weighs at least ten kilograms. It doesn't look like a new century radio. It probably was purchased in the 80s of the last century.But the speaker playback function is very good, and it is the second best player in Lingyun Temple after the master's voice.

It's strange to say that a large group of people in Lingyun Palace follow the fashion very fast, changing their mobile phones more diligently than changing their underwear, but such a little uncle is behind the times, if the head of the house didn't force a smart phone for him, maybe Still using Big Brother now.

Ji Qianshan obediently carried the radio to the bedside cabinet, turned on the knob, turned it left and right, until he could hear the sound clearly, he reluctantly closed the door and went out.

The summer in Chongming City is very hot, the sun is scorching the earth, even in the Lingyun Temple where the Four Seasons Formation is activated, one can vaguely feel the enthusiasm of summer.

Ji Qianshan looked up at the sun, turned around and got into the chess table under the grape arbor, opened the chess box and reached in, feeling the coolness brought by jade among the black and white chess pieces.He grabbed a handful of chess pieces from the chess box and put them on the chessboard. The black and white pieces were separated one by one, and they were divided into two small piles, one on the left and the other on the right. The vacant seat opposite had gentle eyes like water, but there was a hint of coolness in his tone.

"Don't you want me again? You still have the chess pieces I ground..."