Those years of bking for green tea apprentices

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The mountains do not know the years.

Although Lingyun Temple is not located in the deep mountains, the deep streets and alleys of Chongming City are an excellent place for quietness amidst the hustle and bustle.The head of the shop carried a load of watermelons and walked through several alleys every day, selling organic watermelons, a specialty of Lingyun Temple.

Day after day, until the watermelons were almost sold out, and August came to an end.

"I don't want to go to school." Ji Qianshan resisted Fang Yanchu's arrangement with a gesture that shocked the whole sect, "Don't give me any identity, I don't need it!"

In the eyes of the sect leader, Ji Qianshan has exceeded the highest level of being able to mess around. After all, the only thing he has been obsessed with for more than ten years since he entered the sect is Erren Zhuan. Apart from this, he has never disobeyed his junior uncle.

However, this child...

The policeman from the Household Registration Division of Chongyang City stood in the courtyard of Lingyun Temple, looking helplessly at the crying child with tears all over his face: "This...Mr. Fang, why don't you do ideological work with the child again? I want to register my children as soon as possible, and our school resources are also tight, so it will be too late if we don’t register.”

"Wait a minute." Fang Yanchu never thought that a moment of curiosity would cause trouble for himself. Everyone in the Lingyun Temple, from the head to the Taoist boy to the people who had been buried long ago and traveled around, had never seen him before. It was even more difficult than Ji Qianshan, "Zhou Jidao, please invite some police officers to the front hall for tea."

As soon as the headmaster heard his own voice, he took a big step forward reflexively, and shouted loudly: "Yes!"

His voice was like a gong clearing the way, and the two policemen almost jumped up in shock. Only one special envoy and two special police officers from the door were still standing still, and the five people walked through the yard under the guidance of Zhou Jidao Went to the vestibule.

"There is no one now, you don't need to pretend any more," Fang Yanchu still looked half-dead, his eyes half-closed, but even if he didn't open them, he knew that Ji Qianshan was not really crying, "Why don't you want to go to school? "

Ji Qianshan wiped his tears with his hand, and said in a nasal voice, "I don't want to leave my teacher... little uncle..."

"to be frank."

"..." Ji Qianshan pouted, as if he had been fighting against himself for a long time, "I don't like that bald old man."

"That's the elder of the National Daoist Organization, you will have to deal with him in the future."

I have to say that Ji Qianshan's perception is quite keen. That bald old man was specially sent by the Taoist sect to watch over Fang Yanchu. He wished Fang Yanchu would write a written report if he farted.If it weren't for the short history of the camera, Fang Yanchu would think that he has become a master of the camera.

No one in the entire Lingyun Temple took a fancy to this old man, but the national Taoist organization is orthodox recognized by the state, which is different from Lingyun Temple, which has a long history but has no formal organization.

Once a cultivator is stained with the word country, he is stained with the fate of the world, and he is no longer a pure cultivator.There are advantages and disadvantages in this point. The road of cultivating the Dao with the help of national luck is always smoother, but it is accompanied by strong karma.

But this is what age, the ascetics of the new century can practice to cross the catastrophe is very rare, and there will be fewer and fewer people who know these secrets.

"So, even if you don't like him, you have to obediently register for my household registration, and go to school with your schoolbag on your back in September."

Ascetics are born to communicate with the world and have a basic understanding of the human world, just like Ji Qianshan knew how to tinker with Fang Yanchu's antique radio before.But the development of human beings is too fast now, and it is not enough to understand only by communicating with the world.

not to mention--

"Lingyun Temple is not like a Taoist school. There is no activity fund allocated by the state. If you want to buy things, you have to earn on your own. How can you find a job if you don't go to school? How can you make money if you don't find a job? How can you buy things if you don't make money?"

"I can sell watermelons with the master."

"Stupid!" Fang Yanchu slapped this unrefined boy hard, "Selling watermelons is a hobby of Zhou Jidao, he is a graduate of a serious university with a master's degree in botany, and he is still hosting a live broadcast on a certain treasure for nothing. Do you think that the Lingyun Temple will accept all kinds of waste?"

Ji Qianshan covered his head that hurt from being knocked, and carefully rubbed against Fang Yanchu's side, shaking the corner of his clothes: "Master...Little Master Uncle, I was wrong. I am willing to go to school, but is it right for me to go to school?" Can't you see the little uncle?"

Fang Yanchu raised his eyelids, glanced at Ji Qianshan, and thought that this kid is indeed a good young man who cultivates the Tao. He competes with the sky and others, and even when he knows that he is at a disadvantage, he still has to negotiate terms: "Why? You still want to take me with you?" Can't you go to school?"

"I don't dare." Ji Qianshan smiled flatteringly, with a sly look in his eyes, "But I don't even know the way when I first came to Chongming City, can my little uncle send me to school?"

He is not like a homeless cat or dog, nor is he like a little boy who came here with obsession: Fang Yanchu thought.This kind of people often have sympathy for the invisible future, and they always have a heart, and they never dare to mess with themselves.

Among other things, there are Dao boys who were born as orphans in Lingyun Temple, and when they first came, which ones were not submissive and didn't even dare to raise their eyes.

This kid is good, he squeezed out his senior brother's work on the first day, and leaned on his side with a shameless face.It's not like a stray cat or dog, but like a spoiled domestic pet.

Fang Yanchu didn't know where his leisurely mind came from. Maybe it was because he felt a little lonely after more than 1000 years of living in seclusion, or maybe the camera in the Taoist sect was really annoying. He actually agreed to this request: "Yes .”

On September [-]st, at the gate of Chongyang No. [-] Middle School.

Looking at the bustling students and their parents coming and going, Fang Yanchu thought that if he was given another chance, he would solemnly reject this unreasonable request. ten thousand years.

From the beginning of his birth to the present, Elder Fang Yanchu, the junior uncle of all members of Lingyun Temple, has never seen such a noisy, messy and orderly scene in his life.

Countless students swarmed from all corners of Chongming City, north, south, north, and south, until a small school was crowded to the point of exploding.Each student seems to have seven or eight parents with them, and each parent is full of parting and expectations.Not to mention the teachers who shuttled through it, busy maintaining what little order there was.

Long Youjun's age was 10 years earlier than this. At that time, let alone a school, even human beings were just born, and they didn't know what etiquette, justice, shame, and moral education were. It's not as lively as this school that just started.

"Just let it go!"

"Are you signing in here?"

"The washbasin with a thermos bottle of soap, bread, eggs and ham sausage, would you like a towel from my junior?"

The noise from the human world rushed towards us, like a pot of boiling water, bubbling and bubbling, hot air rolled out from the spout of the pot, and the skin would turn red if it got close.This kind of human atmosphere is even more lethal than the crowded crowd. Fang Yanchu just stood at the door and felt that he had been scalded by the bustle.

"Uncle Uncle? Why don't you go back first, I can report it myself." Ji Qianshan was carrying a schoolbag - he only contained two pieces of snacks in that bag, and the decorative function was greater than the practical value - carefully Supporting Fang Yanchu and his mount.

Speaking of this, we have to talk about Fang Yanchu's mount, Lord Longyou was born with the sky, omnipotent from the sky to the earth, and naturally does not need any biological transportation.But the enthusiastic disciples of Lingyun Palace still bought him a newest model——

bike.

Although the mount has been completely reduced to an antique product that can ring anywhere without a bell, it was a rare and good item in the 70s and [-]s, and it was more serious.

But obviously, squeezed in a crowd of colorful private cars, this bicycle does not appear to be very popular.All the old and young people passing by have their eyes on this bicycle from the last century and the two good-looking men beside it.

Fang Yanchu always puts on a noble and glamorous demeanor, like a Bodhisattva descending to earth to guide his work, which is daunting.Ji Qianshan on the side is much better. Although his eyes are all on the descending Bodhisattva, he looks very close with a smile on his face.

"A freshman in high school, right? Would you like a towel?" There has been no shortage of witty people in the school since ancient times. With more than a dozen colorful towels on his arms, he walked towards the two of them like a human-shaped clothes hanger. Come over, "Accommodation is necessary, mine is cheaper than the school supermarket!"

Ji Qianshan waved his hand towards the clothes hanger, and politely pushed: "Thank you, brother, no need."

"Oh——, don't you stay here? How about two pens? I have a notebook and everything in my dormitory." Clothes hanger is obviously a mature businessman, and he walked two steps closer and said in a low voice, "—Brother, there is a car storage place at our school. Shall I take you there?"

"Okay, brother, I've got all your pens." Ji Qianshan said pleasantly, pushing the old [-] bicycle with one hand, and stretched out his hand to pull Fang Yanchu behind him, "My name is Ji Qianshan,—— This is my...uncle, he doesn't like crowded places very much."

"Hello, Uncle, Uncle looks really young." Clothes Hanger didn't see Ji Qianshan's defensiveness, but patted his chest and began to introduce himself, "My name is Zhang Chen, and I'm a sophomore in high school. In the future, I can come to you if you need anything. I'll help, it's hard to say anything else, I'm still popular. ——Student, your car..."

"What's wrong with the car?" Ji Qianshan's attention was mostly focused on Fang Yanchu, and he didn't even notice the vague disgust towards Xiao Erba in the eyes of those people on the side of the road. Instead, Fang Yanchu was watching and listening , is more sensitive to this matter.

Zhang Chen tilted his head and looked at Xiao Erba, with a face full of indescribable words: "Tsk, it's a bit special...Uncle, looking at your clothes, our house should be in good condition, why don't you drive here?"

The clothes on Fang Yanchu's body were all bought by his nephews, no one dared to buy bad ones for him, and the labels were found to be of this famous brand or that luxury item, which was very helpful for the little uncle to maintain his noble image.

But for the car, everyone is the master of flying thousands of miles through the clouds, and the worst is an expert who is invited to drive a luxury car. No one can imagine that they have to drive by themselves when they go out to pretend to be aggressive.

"Well, you really should buy one." Fang Yanchu nodded in agreement, but he didn't go on talking, even a articulate person like Zhang Chen didn't dare to get close to him.

Ji Qianshan originally thought that the matter about Xiao Erba was over like this, but he didn't know until after school in the afternoon when he saw the headmaster Zhou Jidao parked at the school gate in a low-key and luxurious Rolls-Royce——

No.

Fang Yanchu abandoned the [-] bicycle.

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The author has something to say:

Ji Qianshan: "Master, you have changed, you have really changed, I remember you were not so pretentious 1000 years ago."