Those years of bking for green tea apprentices

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Fang Yanchu's calligraphy is excellent, but he doesn't do it easily.There is no bad calligraphy in Lingyun Temple, mainly because one of their main businesses - the sale of talisman paper, is more dependent on writing.What's more, talisman paper can only be written by hand, and the printed one has no function of talisman paper.

The first lesson of the little Taoists in Lingyun Temple is often to learn how to draw symbols from the brothers and sisters, and the first lesson to draw symbols is to control the brush.Because most of the characters on the talisman paper have strange shapes and need to be poured with spiritual energy, it becomes very difficult to control the stroke of the pen. It is very easy to write other things after the talisman paper is proficient in writing.

Spread red Zhengdan paper in front of the paper, dotted with silver foil on the paper, Fang Yanchu picked up a pen dipped in thick ink, and the pen swiped away——

"Bai Xue's silver branches bid farewell to the old year, and the gentle wind and drizzle heralds a prosperous year."

Kong Qu was exhausted after working as a driver for a whole day. He leaned against the large desk where Fang Yanchu wrote and yawned: "Your handwriting is getting better and better. Luanxiang and Fengzhu move like clouds and flowing water. How do you say that sentence 'like a strong man? Draw your sword, look charming, and turn back and forth, you can't be wrong. You just write a copy? Write more and I will post it on the door of my company, and it will also bring luck to my company. Your words are too valuable."

After receiving the hot towel from Xiaodaotong, Fang Yanchu buried his hands in the towel and let the heat dry off the ink on his hands, and then slowly wiped off his fingers one by one: "You have earned enough money, don't worry about it anymore. Earn more."

"Money, no matter how much it is, it's not too much." Kong Qu still didn't change his true nature as a money fan, yawned and glanced at the table next to him, "——Your people in Lingyun Palace can't make mistakes in every calligraphy, let your family's Xiao Daotong each wrote a word for me, and I made a Spring Festival couplet."

Fang Yanchu shook his head, put the written Spring Festival couplets aside, and commented on his idea of ​​collecting stamps for Spring Festival couplets: "No fish or fish." Then he turned and went to the table next to him, and pointed to Daotong's brushwork, "Slow up and down, the heart is regular and the pen is straight. .”

This entire row is where Taoist boys spread out Zhengdan paper and write with pens. Usually, they use small brushes to write, the paper is yellow paper, and the ink is cinnabar. There are many rules when writing. The strokes must not be wrong, otherwise it will be a defective product that has no effect and cannot be sold.Only during the New Year can I replace it with a large brush and splash ink, half play and half write, and the written things are pasted on the door of my house.

There are no taboos, they have everything they write, Tang poetry and Song Ci are next to each other, and there are also jingles and Internet expressions. What's even more strange is that a Taoist boy wrote fourteen "one" characters in succession, although each one was well-behaved horizontally and vertically. , but that is just the word "one".

"Wow! Little Uncle!" Someone dragged his Spring Festival couplets to Fang Yanchu as if they were presenting treasures, "Look at how many 'one' characters Xiaosheng wrote! He's being lazy!"

"Xiaosheng" is the name of that Taoist boy, Fang Yanchu remembered him, his name was Zhusheng, he was the child picked up by Zhou Jidao.

It was a severe winter when the child was picked up, and it was cold in the middle of the night. Zhou Jidao picked up the child at the door when the door was closed and the keys were pressed.Unlike other human children in Lingyun Temple, he does not have any congenital diseases, but lacks a little aura, and he will not recognize people until he is seven or eight years old. He may not be able to teach him seventeen or eight times what others can teach him once. learn.In order for him to take care of himself, Zhou Jidao almost tied him to his body for a few years, which can be said to be the number one master in the world.

Needless to say, the word "one" was also taught to him by Zhou Jidao.

Fang Yanchu took the Spring Festival couplet with the word "one" from Xiaosheng, unfolded it and looked at the words carefully, finally gathered it up and put it back in Dao Zhusheng's hand, and patted his head: "The meaning is good, ask the two senior brothers to help you Post it, and come back to eat after posting it."

The dinner in the evening was served by Chef Ji Qianshan, and Kong Qu and Zhiqing stayed very enthusiastically, both to get a meal and to ask Fang Yanchu to help.Lu Jingqiao was a helper in the kitchen. He didn't help much, but he helped Ji Qianshan eliminate a lot of fresh vegetables very effectively, including a part of the cabbage heart that Ji Qianshan was planning to use to make boiled cabbage.

It was precisely because of this that Lu Jingqiao only put a serving of boiling water in front of him, without cabbage.

What a cruel thing for a person who loves vegetables!

Lu Jingqiao didn't want to drink boiled water, no matter how particular he was, he wanted to eat vegetables, crispy, sweet and hungry vegetable salads.

Even the little black cat and the heart demon black panther got their own food, but Ji Qianshan was so vengeful that he didn't put any vegetables in front of Lu Jingqiao, but placed the elbow carp from the banquet in a circle in front of him.Lu Jingqiao could only pick up two shredded shallots from the steamed carp to mean: "It's really not interesting..."

When he said this, Ji Qianshan happened to pass by him, holding a plate of oily cabbage in front of him, and asked in a low voice, "What do you mean?"

"Ah—" Lu Jingqiao's eyes lit up, he took the tray with both hands, shook his head again and again, "It's nothing interesting, I just mean it, little brother, you are so interesting!"

"Does Master like this?" Putting down a bowl of ginger milk, Ji Qianshan clapped his hands and looked around at the people on the table, "—Why don't you start eating?"

Kong Qu looked as usual, but Zhiqing opened his eyes wide, glanced at the table of rice in front of him and then at Ji Qianshan, picked up the chopsticks and picked up two chopsticks of vegetarian dishes, and said with a weird face: "The craftsmanship...not bad... ..."

The craftsmanship is not bad?

Kong Qu no longer remembers Ji Qianshan 1000 years ago, but he still remembers that the reason why he was hostile to Ji Qianshan was not only that he had betrayed Fang Yanchu, but also that Ji Qianshan was really a man at that time. The young master who stretched out his hands for clothes and opened his mouth for food.

As a career fan, what I want to see the most is that my idol makes great achievements, and the performance crushes others. What I fear most is undoubtedly that the idol is obsessed with the private relationship of his children and does not think about making progress.

In Zhiqing's eyes, there is no doubt that Fang Yanchu, who has taken in as an apprentice, is "indulging in the private affairs of his children and not thinking about making progress".Not only did Ji Qianshan's existence slow down the progress of the collection of the Four Sacred Objects, but what was even more unbearable was that Ji Qianshan had to personally handle his basic necessities of life.

As for Ji Qianshan at that time, because he was born with a demon body, he couldn't learn Taoism and Taoism, and he didn't have any achievements in swordsmanship. Except for the fact that he became famous for killing an apprentice of Lord Shentian, he was too lazy to make people outrageous in life.

Zhiqing still remembers a time when he sat down with Lord Longyou and Qilinzi, the patriarch of Qilin, to discuss the Dao. Everyone has experienced the Dao.And they had only talked for less than a day when Ji Qianshan knocked on the door, cautiously poked out half of his face and asked, "Master, are you hungry? My apprentice is here to deliver food to Master."

With Long Youjun's cultivation base at that time, he had already passed the bigu period, let alone a day, even if he didn't eat for a year, he wouldn't be hungry.

At that time, Zhiqing hadn't seen Ji Qianshan a few times, and he thought he was a diligent and hard-working apprentice. He had some expectations for Ji Qianshan in his heart, thinking that he could come up with some exquisite food.Unexpectedly, Ji Qianshan rubbed the soles of his shoes shyly, took out two cold snacks from his bag, and handed them to Fang Yanchu, with a small face that was about to cry: "I originally wanted to make a good meal for Master. I can eat, but the food will be mushy if I use fire, I only have two pieces of snacks for Master to eat."

Zhiqing at that time didn't know much about the term green tea, but he had seen this picture before!He saw it among several nuns!Fortunately, he didn't like dim sum at that time, let alone cold dim sum, so he wasn't fooled by that pure and poor nun.

But Fang Yanchu obviously prefers this, so he immediately put down the topic of discussing with Qilinzi, turned around and took the dim sum and took Ji Qianshan's hand: "Qianshan, you haven't fully controlled the evil spirit in your body, so you can't use fire. If you're hungry , let Senior Brother Zhou cook for you."

"Master," I don't know why Ji Qianshan's face is so thick, and he put on a pitiful look in front of him and Qilinzi, "Am I very stupid? That's why you don't want to see me?"

Really can't listen anymore, Zhiqing clasped his palms together, and said a Buddha's name: "Amitabha Buddha. Ji Benefactor, poor monk and three are discussing the Tao, please come again some other day."

Ji Qianshan seemed unprepared, looked at Zhiqing in surprise, took advantage of Fang Yanchu's inattention for a moment, looked him up and down, then lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes: "Okay. Master likes to discuss the Tao with you, you are smart, not like Me, I'm so stupid, no one likes me."

Thinking about it now, Zhiqing feels that Ji Qianshan smells like green tea, and regrets that when he talked nonsense, Qilinzi was smarter than him, and he just buried his head in drinking water without saying a word.Around that time, Ji Qianshan's experience of prying Fang Yanchu away with a few words was so profound that Zhiqing still thinks that Ji Qianshan is a young master who doesn't work hard and even needs to be fed by his master. I was very surprised when I saw this dish on the table.

After the food was over, Ji Qianshan suddenly took out a bottle of wine from under the table, it was a small liqueur bought in the supermarket, the thin and tall bottle was painted with two round oranges next to each other.There were already five glass wine glasses with ice hammer patterns on the table, he uncorked the wine bottle and poured two glasses in front of himself and Fang Yanchu.

"Master agreed to drink with me," Ji Qianshan held the cup to Fang Yanchu's hand, "This wine is sweet, master will try it too?"

The eyes and ears of the remaining three people were all straightened up, looking at the half glass of wine in Fang Yanchu's hand as if facing a formidable enemy. The wine looked like fruit juice, and it was more like fruit juice when poured into the glass.but--

Lu Jingqiao snatched up the wine bottle, searched for the alcohol content on the package over and over again, and finally found a number in the ingredient list: "Six percent, uh...it should, probably, maybe, maybe it's okay?"

Zhiqing only knew that Fang Yanchu couldn't drink, but he didn't know why he couldn't drink, so he followed Lu Jingqiao and cast suspicious eyes on Kong Qu: "Are you okay?"

"I have something to do!" Kong Qu held his head in pain, with a helpless expression not to mention it again.