Those years of bking for green tea apprentices

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"Steal! Steal!"

"Your father is a thief, and so are you!"

"It's true that the son of a dragon and a phoenix and a mouse can make holes..."

Anything can happen in the deep alley. Dirty water is poured at the entrance of the alley at random. The surrounding tall buildings are divided into small squares, and countless impoverished pigeons are gathered together like pigeon cages.Sections of bamboo poles protrude from the window of the pigeon, on which hang colorful floral underwear and some children's diapers.

Fang Yanchu hadn't heard such words for tens of thousands of years, and this memory was not forgotten in the [-]% of the time, but stayed in his mind so stubbornly that it was now revealed by the nightmare.

There was a bunch of keys hanging around his waist, two house keys and one house key fell on his waist with a rattling sound.Fang Yanchu stepped through the dirty water at the entrance of the alley and walked to the innermost part, turning a deaf ear to the surrounding voices.

He has already forgotten which room the home he was going to was in, only his feet seemed to have his own memory, and he walked around the raised piles of debris and uneven gutters, taking him deeper .

Fang Yanchu got into a dark corridor, slowly climbed up to the fifth floor under the intermittent sensor lights, and finally stopped at the door of the room at the corner of the fifth floor.

The key in his hand clattered, and the fragile wooden door creaked open.

The moment it was opened, a strong medicinal smell rushed over.This medicinal smell is far from the medicinal fragrance of Lingyun Palace, and there is a foul smell that settles in the air.

Fang Yanchu held his breath and stepped in. He casually placed the key by the door.The room was also dim, just as dim as the corridor, with only a small yellow lamp on.

The only light cast a small circle on the nightstand, framing the corner of the nightstand.The bedside table whose patent leather has fallen off is very old, showing a gray background, just like the gray hair shining on the other side of the circle.

"Where did you go again?" The gray hair was stuffed under the quilt, and the voice became dull.

"Mother".

These two words popped up in Fang Yanchu's mind, this is a relatively unfamiliar word.Tens of thousands of years have already let these two words be wasted until there is nothing left. It is difficult for him to understand why Zhao Wanwan's mother cried so hysterically at school, and it is even more difficult for him to understand why he subconsciously answered.

"Nowhere," he said curtly.

The gray hair didn't seem to care much about this answer, she picked up the rest of the sentence almost instantly: "Are you rich?"

"There's nowhere to make money." Fang Yanchu replied, "I'm underage, no one wants me."

"Why don't you follow your father's example? Every time he goes out, he can get the money back." The gray-haired man didn't turn his head, but adjusted his body as the quilt slipped, rubbed his arms and fell asleep.

Fang Yanchu stood silently for a while, picked up a cup from the bedside table, picked up the kettle with peony flowers from the ground, poured a cup of water and put it on the bedside.He said without changing his tone: "He is a thief, he was arrested."

The gray-haired man didn't speak at first, then jumped up suddenly like a fish breaking through water, picked up the cup from the bedside and threw it at him.

The scalding hot water barely struggled in the wall of the cup, and then splashed out, half of it falling on Fang Yanchu's lap.

As if the gray hair was not enough, he picked up the desk lamp at hand and swung it over, yelling loudly as he swung it: "Why don't you die? Would we live like this without you?"

Fang Yanchu didn't hide, and let her sit on the ground exhausted after being hit twice, crying and shouting while trying to hold himself up.He gave her a symbolic help, and didn't know what to say, so he could only shake the kettle in his hand: "There's no water, I'll go to the hot water room to fetch water."

When he came out, he was carrying a big red peony water bottle, passed by the corner mirror at the intersection, and looked from bottom to top.

This is Fang Yanchu's short human period. He may be 13 years old now, or he may be 14 years old. The time is too long, and he really can't remember. The 13-year-old Fang Yanchu is very short, much shorter than his peers, with a thin body and a thin face that is almost sunken.At that time, he seemed to be unable to eat any normal meals, and he was very malnourished, which was in stark contrast to the huge kettle in his hand.

Mr. Longyou was not born as Mr. Longyou. He lived about thirteen or fourteen years as a human being, until he died suddenly one day, and then he was reborn with the heaven and earth once again from the beginning of the heaven and the earth.

So strictly speaking, he lived ten years longer than Tiandi Youzi.

Fang Yanchu looked curiously at his little self in the mirror, while recalling what it was like in those ten years.

His mother and father are a pair of poor mandarin ducks, neither of them has a high level of education. They came out to work before graduating from junior high school, and their monthly salary is barely enough.It's okay for two people, but it's a lot more difficult to add one more bite.

His mother had a difficult labor when she gave birth to him, and she encountered an unreliable hospital, which hurt her foundation. She was sent to the hospital twice before she came out of confinement, and she has never been able to get out of bed since then.

His father was a real illiterate, and his cultural literacy was limited to writing his name on the test paper and sleeping in class.When he was caught stealing cables, he threatened them with a knife. The person who stole cables with him pushed the charges on him, and he was sentenced to six and a half years in prison.

That's probably it. Fang Yanchu picked up the kettle in his hand and walked to the boiling water room. While thinking about it, he said in his heart: "Have you played enough? Let me out when you have played enough."

"No." Nightmare's voice spread from his left ear to his right ear, "Hehehehe, the Heavenly Dao Saint still has such a past, so pitiful."

"It's okay." Fang Yanchu replied.

He really didn't feel that there was anything pitiful about him. Although life was really hard, there were everyone in this alley, and he was just that ordinary one.Some people here have lost their parents, some people are born with disabilities, some people are old and have lost their children, and some people seem to starve to death in a second.

It is indeed strange to say that this alley seems to gather together all the pain in the world, and one must experience it from beginning to end.

"Hee hee hee, since the saint has such a tragic past, how can he be so arrogant?"

"Why am I so arrogant?" Fang Yanchu put the kettle in front of the faucet with a "Kang Dang" and studied how to connect the hot water. He turned the faucet and watched the hot water come out of the faucet.

"Shangqing Tianxia Beihai, the same life as the heaven and the earth. Singing freely, young and frivolous, whoever has participated in the Demon God Banquet does not know your demeanor, Long Youjun?" Mengyan continued to laugh and laugh back and forth between Fang Yanchu's left ear and right ear Shuttle, the sharp voice came back and forth in Fang Yanchu's ear, "How can a person with such a miserable childhood have the courage to be so arrogant, is it just pretending?"

Fang Yanchu pushed the filled kettle to the side, and the faucet without the kettle was suddenly turned on, and the suddenly enlarged water flow hit the pool below.He grabbed it from his ear, then held something and pressed it directly under the scalding water, his voice was still as calm as ever: "Guess?"

"Ah——" Nightmare's scream suddenly rose, and the body that was difficult to materialize was faintly visible under the impact of hot water, "It's so hot—ah—you! How can you!"

"Why can't I?" Fang Yanchu pushed harder and pressed the nightmare even deeper, completely exposing the figure of the nightmare, with his weak body leaning against the pool, "Do you think that you are the world in the dream? "

The boiled water room is a public area, and people come and go, everyone cast strange glances at Fang Yanchu, but no one dared to come up to stop him.

A gangster with red hair, studs on his ears, and a row of silver rings on his mouth took a look, and boldly approached: "Brother Fang, what are you busy?"

"Well, get some water." Fang Yanchu replied, while closing the lid of the kettle, he didn't let go of the hand holding the nightmare, and even let the nightmare scream and wail under him without changing his face.

"Then let me send Brother Fang home, Brother Fang, you continue." The little gangster held the huge peony thermos, bowed and retreated, until he pushed it to the door of the boiling water room before turning around and leaving.

"How could you?"

"How is it impossible?" Fang Yanchu pulled Meng Meng's hair, pulled him up, and looked down at his flushed face condescendingly, "It's been tens of thousands of years, and there are still Nightmare who participated in the Demon God Banquet alive? I remember Didn’t you all get wiped out during the fire disaster?”

"Unexpectedly, the sage of heaven can still remember the disaster of the underworld fire?"

"Unfortunately, you belong to the part of my memory that I haven't lost." Fang Yanchu leaned closer to Meng Meng's ear and whispered, "You demons are really stupid. I just need to give you a little memory, and you will take it seriously."

Nightmare's pupils contracted violently, leaving only a needle-sized hole in the huge pupils, he struggled violently under Fang Yanchu's hands, digging his neck with both hands: "You never believed it from the beginning? "

"I still believe it. Your scenes are well done. Who taught you? Penglai?"

The memory stealing technique of the Nightmare Clan is indeed an innate supernatural power, and this illusion is also very delicate. If Fang Yanchu is not in it, I am afraid that he will really believe it.

The problem is that he is Fang Yanchu, a sage of heaven.

All things judge others by themselves, trying to find out the secrets of the saints, but in the end they will deceive themselves.

"Why don't you die?"

His irresponsible mother woke him up.

Born to live, why die?

From that moment he began to practice Taoism. His Taoism preceded the birth of heaven and earth, and Fang Yanchu's Taoism was the way of a sage.

From this point of view, it is not that the way of heaven chose Fang Yanchu to become a saint of the way of heaven, but that Fang Yanchu was born as a saint and gave birth to the way of heaven.

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Finally wrote here, comfortable (*^▽^*)