The daily life of a man as a monk

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The difficult rules of sword practice made the poor little prince lose the motivation to practice in an instant. At this moment, his eyes were empty, and he was holding a beer glass like a living salted fish.

The former lively and lovely little prince is dead.

To die under the beatings of this cruel hill society.

The third brother stroked his dog's head affectionately, "It's okay, without a young lady, you can still hook up with a little brother."

The reborn little prince is no longer the one he used to be, the one who is alive now is Ballala Zhen Huan.

Xiaowanzi glanced at the third senior brother, that cold look was like a knife, "No!"

The third brother asked: "If you don't look for my little brother, then you will not be single for the rest of your life?"

Maruko just doesn't.

As a small city boy who grew up watching Long Ao Tianwen, finding a beautiful young lady to be his girlfriend was his last stubbornness.

He swore angrily, "I, Liang Nianbai, died alone, outside, and jumped from here, so I wouldn't look for my little brother!"

As he spoke, he took a sip of beer and said, "Besides, I still have a sword. Maybe one day my sword will hurt me so I can become a spirit and transform into a young lady."

The third senior brother felt even more distressed when he heard it.

Look at how this poor child has been beaten by the sinister society.I haven't slept yet, I even started dreaming.

At this moment, the third senior brother, like the second senior brother, was reduced to the state of being too distressed to speak, and could only turn his eyes to the senior senior brother who was silently watching.

How can a responsible and kind elder brother be indifferent when he sees his younger brother calling for help?So, the senior brother nodded and said, "Very good."

Everyone looked at him in unison, but didn't understand what was so good about it.

Seeing this, the elder brother explained, "It's a good thing that sword repairers are persistent."

Xiao Maruko was immediately moved, and Kazilan's big eyes, which had lost their light because of the Sword Cultivation Rules, flickered again, bulingbilingly staring at the elder brother.

That look is like a left-behind child who suddenly feels the love of his father.

ah!Is this the legendary fatherly love?

ah!Is this what it feels like to be cared for?

Maruko couldn't help but shed tears of happiness, "Ah, Dad!"

Once again forced to be the elder brother of the father: "...

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Senior brother, a young sword repairer who is only 25 years old.

But on this day, he was forced to suffer pain that he shouldn't have to suffer at his age.

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The senior brother who became a father at a young age is under a lot of pressure, which is even more stressful than watching the master take a bath.

He silently avoided Xiao Maruko's hot gaze, and looked at his lover, "So, have you persisted?"

Apprentice Long Dandan nodded slowly, "Master, do you have any?"

Big brother can not do it?

As we all know, Eldest Brother is a pure-blood sword cultivator who is persistent and principled.He lived in Xiaopoguan since he was a child, and was pulled up by his master with shit and urine, and because of this, he inherited the master's high-end, majestic, high-end, stubborn quality and persistence.

So, the elder brother explained to Long Dandan, "My persistence is quite ordinary, but it is also the tradition of the teacher."

Long Dandan, who had just entered the teacher's school, was very curious and couldn't help asking, "What is it?"

Eldest brother: "Day and day."

Long Dandan: "..."

As a generation of ordinary teenagers who have just stepped into the master's school, he may not be able to understand at this age that he has not yet deeply practiced swordsmanship, why daily life is an ordinary thing.

Long Dandan suddenly felt that he was under a lot of pressure, so he couldn't help but ordered another Maoxuewang for himself.

Looking at Maoxuewang's red dandan noodle soup, Long Dandan said to the big brother, "Master, to be honest, although my persistence is not as high-end as yours, it is still quite similar."

The eldest brother asked, "What?"

Long Dandan: "Eating hairy blood is prosperous."

Senior Brother: "..."

The young senior brother knows that his persistence every day is relatively ordinary, but he doesn't understand the connection between every day and eating hairy blood.

Long Dandan saw the doubts of the big brother, but he didn't say anything, he just took a sip of soup silently imitating the way frustrated Xiaowanzi poured beer.

The next moment, the elder brother watched helplessly as his new apprentice vomited a mouthful of blood expressionlessly against that handsome, world-weary face.

Long Dandan struggled and stuffed another piece of duck blood into his mouth: "Because there is garlic in Maoxuewang."

Big brother: "????"

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The elder brother looked at the minced garlic floating with the soup in his lover's bowl, and then at his lover who struggled to eat Maoxuewang even if he vomited blood. For the first time in his life, he showed a surprised expression on that handsome young man's face. Look, "Garlic, is it poisonous?"

Long Dandan shook his head and said weakly, "No, I'm allergic."

The astonishment on the senior brother's face suddenly became more obvious.

Although the eldest brother grew up in Xiaopoguan and never took biology class, he still knows what allergies look like.If people like Long Dandan vomit blood, if they say they are allergic, they are definitely bluffing people who have not read the book.

So he was silent for a moment, took out his mobile phone from the second junior brother's pocket and silently pressed 120.

As a generation of Lang Mie who insisted on eating hairy blood even if he vomited blood, although Long Dandan was very weak, he still had excellent eyesight.

Long Dandan held his beloved teacher's hand tightly, "No! Master, I don't want to go to the hospital!"

The elder brother was very puzzled, "Why?"

When Long Dandan heard it, tears of grievance flickered in those eyes that seemed to have died hundreds of times, "Because the doctor will forbid me to eat Maoxuewang."

The elder brother asked: "Why must Maoxue be flourishing?"

Long Dandan sighed, and said reluctantly, "It's a long story."

The elder brother glanced at him indifferently, and pressed 120 again.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Long Dandan hurriedly made amends, "Okay, let me say."

Then, Long Dandan narrated a long and bleak story, and a little bit of beauty in the bleakness.

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Long, long ago, before people developed gasoline cars at the foot of the mountain, there was a small village next to the forest of Waiguo.

In the village, people are hardworking and brave, rising at sunrise and resting at sunset, living a simple and happy life.

Until one day, a girl in the village went to Master Wang at the intersection of the village to have her hair permed, and soon she gave birth to a baby who was completely different from the people in the village.

Legend has it that on the day he was born, the sky was as dark as the night before the storm, and as peaceful as the land before the tsunami.The insects did not cry, the birds did not sing, but the cries of the children resounded throughout the village.

When the villagers saw the baby, they were all stunned.

God!What a witch-like boy who cooks frogs is this!

This child's skin was as white as snow, her hair was black and bright, and her pupils shone like obsidian.

God!Not at all like his blond dad!

You can tell it's not real.

Immediately, the villagers discussed a lot, and finally decided that this poor child who looked nothing like his parents was not an ordinary child, but the son of the legendary devil.

And this child never loved his mother or his father, and fell into a childhood that was not full of food and clothing, although it was not hot, until his summer.

The giant dragon fell from the sky, bringing disaster, and took away all the lively teenagers in the village except him and disappeared.

The village was very dangerous, and the villagers were very angry. They decided that the only young boy who was not taken away was the culprit of the disaster and decided to bury him alive.

The boy who was buried alive lay in the icy soil, recalling the cruel world and his tragic fate, and secretly decided in his heart that one day, he would let these stupid villagers taste his own pain.

The more Long Dandan talked, the more excited he became, and Wang spit out another bowl of blood after eating the Maoxue on his hand.

Everyone was fascinated by such a wonderful story, and they couldn't help asking, "And then? Did he take revenge?"

Holding the new second bowl of Maoxuewang, Long Dandan took a sip of the soup resentfully and shook his head, "When he woke up again and crawled out of the soil, the village was gone."

The second senior brother cupped his face and asked, "Why? Because the villagers are afraid of him coming for revenge, have they all moved away?"

Long Dandan shook his head again.

He raised his chin melancholy, staring quietly at the yellow moon in the sky at a beautiful angle of 45 degrees, with a trace of scarlet blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, "Because of this sleep, I have slept for hundreds of years. The city was later converted into a nature reserve. And the descendants of those villagers have already taken the demolition money and don’t know where to go.”

Everyone couldn't help but be infected by his sadness, and the corners of their eyes were stained with tears of sympathy, "It's too tragic."

Long Dandan couldn't help sniffing, "This is not the worst."

Everyone asked: "What is the worst thing?"

Long Dandan's eyes were full of grief and indignation, "The worst thing is that everyone got the demolition money. But he didn't get a penny."

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Some people have short lives, have no education, only know how to farm, and have received demolition funds.

And some people have obtained eternal youth, but they are so poor that they don't even have a steel plate.

Miserable, really too miserable.

Long Dandan couldn't help but shed tears of poverty.

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The poor boy came back from the dead and gained eternal life.

However, not only could he not even find his enemies, he also had no money to eat.In the end, the hard-pressed young man had no choice but to perform on the street, earning a small amount of money for food with the boulders in his chest.

However, things are impermanent.

The young man managed to earn a small amount of money, but when he went to eat, he couldn't eat the beef, bread and potatoes in front of him.

The aroma of delicious food filled his surroundings, making his stomach twitch.But his tongue told him that the food in front of him was like a rubber covered in dirt, even after swallowing, it would spit out automatically.

The boy was very wronged.

He has been buried for hundreds of years, and he just wants to eat, is it easy for him?

The poor boy fainted from hunger in the toilet, and finally a kind-hearted man passing by picked him up.

That kind-hearted man had a handsome face with profound features, and his red eyes were extremely beautiful in the dark, just like the red pomegranate that a boy ate secretly when he was a child, which made him full of appetite.

The kind-hearted man told the young man that they are different from the city people outside Yuzui, they are a noble and glamorous blood family with eternal youth and life.

So noble they fear nothing but garlic and silverware.

So instead of the gaudy junk food of the city folks, they eat something elegant and classy, ​​some kind of harmonious red liquid.

After drinking the red liquid dangling in the goblet, the boy finally felt full for the first time in hundreds of years.

Although, he probably will never understand why a race that has exactly the same recipe as a mosquito would give himself a name like the Shamat nobleman in the 80s of the last century, and he doesn't know how elegant and stinky the red liquid with a fishy smell is. style.

Here, even the fishy smell does not go.

When people in the city eat fish, they still have to use lemon juice to remove the fishy smell.

What frustrates the boy the most is that this group of self-proclaimed noble and elegant middle school aristocrats only have one kind of recipe every day, which is not as good as the potatoes eaten by the city people.

A starch complex that grows from the ground can be boiled and steamed, mashed potatoes, and potato chips. The red liquid of the middle and second nobles is always poured into a goblet to drink, and they don’t even try the taste. Adjust it.

The boy is dry.

He felt that he, who was the hero of the male revenge genre who would not be defeated after countless setbacks and misfortunes, was dead, and what survived was a salted fish with nothing to eat.

As Long Dandan said, he picked up a napkin and wiped the snot from Maoxuewang's hot nose, "Later, he made his home in Gull Congee in a daze, and wandered around for about 100 years. One day, he suddenly came to a city. When he was looking for the red liquid, the shopkeeper in the night market recommended him a bowl of red dandan treasure called Maoxuewang."

Maoxuewang, a classic late-night snack whose main ingredient is red liquid.Although the red liquid belonged to a duck, the boy was still amazed, and immediately found the meaning of life.

Because yes it is spicy!

Also use the ingredients to remove the fishy smell!

Speaking of this, Long Dandan couldn't help raising Maoxuewang's bowl, "What is the purpose of human life? Isn't it just for Maoxuewang?"

Everyone looked at him silently, and spit out six points from the bottom of their hearts: "..."

Long Dandan shouted: "There is no day when Maoxue is prosperous, I am going to die!"

Everyone, a group of native flower growers and practitioners, will probably never understand why the meaning of Maoxuewang can be so heavy.

After a long time, the elder brother finally opened his mouth again: "But, there is garlic in Maoxuewang."

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Garlic, an oriental food ingredient commonly used in every household, not only will cause bad breath, but also make them become like dogs eating chocolate when meeting the mysterious secondary creatures in the West.

Therefore, in the Eastern world, there are almost no Western mysterious secondary creatures, except for Long Dandan, a wolf who loses the meaning of life if he does not eat Maoxuewang.

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Long Dandan's love for Maoxuewang has surpassed everything.

Ever since he ate Maoxuewang, he refused to go back to the barbaric era when goblets were used, and he also refused to return to his homeland of gull porridge that gave him eternal youth. Even if the good-hearted people told him to go back and inherit the throne no.

Is the prince's throne important?

No!

Long Dandan sincerely said to his love for his teacher, "So, my persistence is very similar to the tradition of the teacher's school."

The elder brother looked at him and didn't speak.

Instead, the two Dharma cultivators who were watching looked puzzled and asked, "Where is the image?"

Long Dandan looked up at the sky, with firm belief shining in his eyes.

He replied forcefully, "God does not let me eat garlic, so I will go against the sky!"

When Xiaowanzi heard the words, an indescribable passion surged in his heart, and he couldn't help shouting, "Well said! There is no unbreakable rule in this world, if there is, then go against it! Isn't it the way of heaven? Done!"

The second and third senior brothers who were onlookers were terrified as they looked at the excited two.At this time, they even felt the oppressive force from the heavens, and looked up——

Ho!Thick thunderclouds were already covering their heads, and the purple thunder light was still rolling in the clouds.

The young second and third senior brothers are not as experienced as their bald master and have been hacked before. How have they ever seen such a formation?Seeing Leiyun, both of them felt their scalps go numb, and their whole body felt bad.

They couldn't help turning their eyes to the well-informed elder brother.

As the chosen son of a generation, senior brother Ritian has never been hacked for many years, just like Tiandao's father's own son.

At this time, when he saw Leiyun, his face did not change, as if the cloud above their heads was not a thundercloud full of law power at all, but an ordinary rain cloud.

Seeing this, the second and third senior brothers couldn't help but look at the elder brother with admiration for the strong man.

As expected of a big senior brother, even at this moment when Father Tiandao is angry, he is still sitting firmly on the mountain.

Cow batch!

Sensing the fiery eyes of the juniors, the senior brother silently raised his head, "?"

The second senior brother pointed to the two young sword cultivators who were full of vigor, and then pointed to the thunder cloud above his head, "Look, senior brother."

Eldest brother didn't understand: "?"

Second senior brother: "They are going against the sky, why don't you say something?"

The elder brother bowed his head and pondered for a moment, then clapped his hands expressionlessly, "Okay!"

Second Senior Brother and Third Senior Brother: "..."

Xiaowanzi and Long Dandan were both moved and excited when they heard the senior brother's encouragement, they couldn't help raising their beer glasses and Maoxuewang to the senior brother together.

"For Miss Sister!"

"For Maoxuewang!"

"cheers!"

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Father Tiandao: "..."

Tiandao's father looked at the two brave young sword cultivators, then at his beloved son, silently dismissed the thunder cloud that was ready to go, and closed his eyes of law.

Mad, a group of mentally retarded.

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The author has something to say:

Looking at my collection, and then looking at other authors on the same list, I often feel that I am not enough sand sculptures to be so out of place.

And, I started traveling to Spain today hahahahahaha

I will come back on the 27th, so, let’s update next week, mua~

Wait until I go to Spain to collect some sand sculpture materials, mua~