Cheng Qianxu was ten years old, and he was too tall to keep up with the years.

As the sun approached, he carried the firewood from the gate of the courtyard into the main room. The whole bundle of firewood could not be held, so he had to run back and forth twice, and then he wiped off the hot sweat and buried himself in the fire to cook with peace of mind.

There are guests at home these few days, his father is busy with the guests, washing dishes, cooking, burning fire, chopping wood, etc., all of which fall on Cheng Qian's head, turning him into a short-legged spinning top, which can be whipped up anytime, anywhere. Weary wind.

Because he was too short, although Cheng Qian was able to get the pot stand, it was still a little inconvenient to operate the cauldron, so he found a small stool in the corner of the main room to step on.

The four legs of the stool are different in length, and the inside and outside are in and out. Cheng Qian has learned to step on the stool to cook since he was six years old. After nearly falling into the pot countless times and turning into human broth, he learned how to be different from this. The footsteps of Qi coexist peacefully and maintain a precarious balance.

One day, when he was standing on the stool and adding water to the cauldron, the eldest brother came back.

Cheng's eldest brother is already fifteen years old, and he is a big boy. He smelled of sweat and silently walked into the main room, glanced around, and then lifted the younger brother off the stool with one hand. He pushed lightly on his back, and said in a muffled voice, "I'll come, you can play."

Of course, Cheng Qian wouldn't go out to play without heart. He called out his big brother obediently, and then squatted to the side silently, pulling up the bellows.

Cheng Dalang looked down at him and said nothing, but his eyes were a little complicated.

The Cheng family had three sons, Cheng Qianxing Er, and until the night before the guest arrived, Cheng Qian was still called "Cheng Erlang".

Dalang knew that the word "Erlang" might have come to an end now, and this simple nickname, together with his second brother, was about to change his face and travel to another country.

The guest who came the day before was a Taoist priest with an ominous surname. He boldly called himself "Real Man Mu Chun", but just based on his appearance, I am afraid that this real man may not have any real skills.

Zhen Zhen originally passed by this place during his travels and came to ask for a bowl of water to drink, but he did not expect to meet Cheng Erlang.

Cheng Erlang had just come back from outside at that time—there was an old boy at the entrance of the village who had failed for a long time. He accepted students to teach and read. The knowledge of the old boy was very sparse. don't like it, only accept real money and silver, Brother Kong Fang, and the amount is not accurate - every time spend it, will reach out to the students to ask for it.

As a human being, he is really not worthy of preaching and teaching the books of sages and sages, but there is no way, it is not easy for children in the countryside to study.

With the Cheng family's family background, there is definitely no spare money for the sons to read, but those arrogant and arrogant people also seem to have some kind of strange attraction to Cheng Erlang. .

Lao Tongsheng felt that every spit star was the product of painstaking efforts, and he refused to let people listen to it for nothing.

Cheng Erlang had no choice but to turn into a monkey and hide in the big locust tree at the entrance of Lao Tongsheng's courtyard. Every time he eavesdropped, he could hear the hot sweat on his forehead "self-cultivation and family-level peace".

Last night, Cheng Erlang was wearing such a hot sweat. Driven by his father, he brought a bowl of water to the guest, but the strange guest did not accept it. He stretched out a hand as thin as a cold branch. Using some bizarre exercises, he just gently lifted Erlang's face, and looked at the child who tried his best to imitate the "scholar's sourness".

I don't know what the real person saw from this look, anyway, after reading it, he nodded smugly, and said to the Cheng family in a serious manner: "I think this son is very qualified, and he may be able to dive into the sky in the future. , maybe there is a great fortune, not something in the pool."

When the real person said this, Dalang was also there. Dalang followed the apprentice of the shopkeeper outside. He met some people who traveled from south to north. He felt that he was a little knowledgeable. bad thing.

Dalang just wanted to scornfully refute this liar, but before he could speak, he found that his father had actually listened to this nonsense, and suddenly understood what he was in a panic.

The Cheng family was not rich at all. His mother gave birth to a younger brother a few years ago. The younger brother had a difficult birth, so that his mother had been so weak after giving birth that he could not be a child. As a result, the family lacked a strong worker who could survive, and there was an extra one who could not survive. The medicine jars that take medicine in the sky are not rich at all, and they are even more stretched for a while.

The year is not good this year, there hasn't been a drop of rain for a few months, and it looks like a great famine with no harvest. The three brothers... I'm afraid they won't be able to support them.

Da Lang knows what his parents think. He has been an apprentice for a year and a half, and in another year and a half, he will be able to make money back at home, which is the hope of the Cheng family in the future. Naturally, the parents couldn't give up, and there was only one middle Erlang left, which was completely redundant and was useless to keep.

If he succeeded, it was the grass growing on the tomb of the old Cheng family that hit the fortune. If he didn't succeed, it was nothing. Let him go with someone else, whether he was going to the rivers or lakes, or swindling and cheating.

The real person Mu Chun and the short-sighted head of the Cheng family went back and forth, and they quickly negotiated the "sale". The real person left behind a piece of silver. They had money in one hand and people in the other. , This afternoon, he will cut off the ties and set off on the road with his master.

Dalang is a few years younger than his second brother, and he usually has nothing to say when they are together. They are not very close, but the second brother has been sensible since he was a child. He never cried or made trouble, and he never caused trouble. Let the younger brother and the sick mother, only Gān lead the way and never complain.

Dalang didn't say anything, but he felt sorry for his younger brother.

But is there any way? The family is poor and can't afford to support him. Before the time when his Cheng family Dalang was established, he said nothing about big things and small things.

No matter what, it's still flesh and blood, can you sell it if you want to sell it?

The more Dalang thought about it, the more unpleasant he felt. He wanted to use a big iron spoon to slap a hole in the forehead of the old liar. Wouldn't it be more profitable to fight and rob houses?

Cheng Qian was not completely ignorant about his parents' plans and his eldest brother's frustration.

He wasn't precocious, and he couldn't compare to those prodigies who wrote poetry at the age of seven and worshipped thirteen images, but he had a lot of common sense.

Dad wakes up early in the morning and sleeps in the dark, the eldest brother wears the stars and wears the moon, and the mother sees the eldest brother and the younger brother, and she can’t let him go. Therefore, in Cheng’s house, although no one beats him and scolds him, no one takes him seriously. He is also naturally sensible, and tries not to be loud and disgusting. The most outrageous thing he has ever done in his life is to climb a tree that was born to an old boy, and listen to sage books that don't make sense.

He is conscientious and industrious, treating himself as a trotter, a small long-term worker, a small servant - just not a son.

Cheng Qian didn't know what it was like to be a son.

Children should be talkative and jump up and down, but since Cheng Qian is not a son, he naturally does not have the privilege of being talkative and naughty. There were many pitted hearts poked out of his small chest.

Cheng Qian, who had the rain on his chest and hit the beach, knew that his parents sold him, but he felt a little strangely calm in his heart, as if he had expected such a day.

Before leaving, Cheng Qian's sick and young mother fell to the ground for the first time in the world, called him to the side tremblingly, and stuffed him a small package with red eyes, which contained a few changes of clothes and pasta cakes, not to mention clothes. , still his elder brother can't change it, and the cake was made by his father day after night.

After all, it was the flesh that fell from his body. His mother looked at him and couldn't help but put her hand into her cuff and took it out. Cheng Qian saw that she was trembling and took out a hanging copper coin. The pitted and dark copper coin suddenly Gently moved Cheng Qian's indifferent heartstrings, he was like a frozen little shòu, wiggling the tip of his nose in the ice and snow, smelling a little bit of motherhood.

But the hanging money was also seen by his father, the man coughed heavily beside him, and his mother had no choice but to carry the hanging money back with tears in her eyes.

So mother's smell was like a mirror and water moon, flickered, and without Rong Chengqian smelling it, it disappeared again.

"Come on Erlang," his boring mother took Cheng Qian's hand and led him to the back room. After walking two steps, he gasped for breath.

Tiredly, she sat down on a wide bench, pointed to the small oil lamp hanging from the roof, and asked feebly, "Erlang, do you know what that is?"

Cheng Qian looked up indifferently and said, "Immortal Everbright Lamp."

This small lamp with a small appearance is the heirloom of their old Cheng family. According to legend, it is the dowry of Grandma Cheng Qian. The lamp is the size of a palm. It can emit light on its own, illuminating that square foot for a long time.

I can't figure it out if don't go through the process, what's the use of this piece of shit hanging here other than attracting bugs in summer?

However, since it is a fairy, it doesn't have to have any practical use. As long as it can be used to show off when the neighbors are visiting from time to time, it is a treasure that can be passed down from generation to generation to the villagers.

The so-called "fairy utensils" are things that "immortals" have engraved spells, and ordinary people can't imitate them. There are many types of fairy utensils, and their uses are even more varied. There are lamps that do not need to be oiled, and paper that is not afraid of fire. It is warm in winter and cool in summer. The chuáng and so on, to name a few.

In the past, a storyteller who ran rivers and lakes came to the entrance of the village. He said that in the bustling big city, there were houses built with "immortal bricks". The sun was like a glazed roof, and it was as splendid as a palace. The spells written by the immortals can avoid hundreds of poisons and cure hundreds of diseases. A broken bowl costs four taels of gold, but it is still highly sought after.

"Immortal", also known as "one who cultivates truth", also known as "daoist" or "real person" - the former is usually a self-proclaimed person, which can sound a little modest.

It is said that they start by introducing qi into the body and communicating with heaven and earth. No matter how deep their cultivation is, they can still not eat grains, go to heaven and enter the earth, and even become immortal and transcend tribulation to become immortals... All kinds of legends are widely spread, but true immortals grow A few noses and eyes, no one has seen it, just listening to it is amazing.

The immortals are uncertain, and the good immortals are even more rare, and the dignitaries are flocking to them.

The lady of the Cheng family bent down, looked at Cheng Qian earnestly, and asked in a warm voice, almost flattering: "Wait, when Erlang returns from his studies, I can also make an ever-bright lamp for my mother?"

Cheng Qian didn't answer, just raised his eyelids and glanced at her, thinking coldly in his heart: "I think beautifully, you sent me out today, and I don't care whether I can learn it or not, whether it is dead or alive, whether it is a pig or a dog, I will I'll never come back to see you again."

The wife of the Cheng family was stunned for a moment, and she found that the child was not like his parents, but a little bit like her family's eldest brother.

Her eldest brother is the little piece of green smoke that came out of her family's ancestral grave. He didn't look like a farmer since he was a child. After being admitted to a scholar, everyone said that her family lost a Wenqu star.

However, Wen Quxing probably didn't want to stay in the world for a long time, and before he had time to be admitted to Juren, he died of illness.

When the eldest brother died, the wife of the Cheng family was still young, and some of his impressions were blurred. Now, when he suddenly recalled, it was the same when that person was alive. No matter whether he was happy or full of anger, he just took such an understatement and didn't hold back. Vibrant, but also frightening, no matter how close you are.

The lady of the Cheng family involuntarily let go of the hand that was holding Cheng Qian, and at the same time, Cheng Qian took a half step back without a trace.

In this way, docilely and without saying a word, he stopped the life and death of the mother and son abruptly.

Cheng Qian thought that what he did was not out of resentment, and resentment was unreasonable—his parents had the grace of life and upbringing for him, even if their kindness was halfway through and half of the upbringing stopped him, at best It's just balance.

He looked down at his toes, and said to himself in his heart, it's nothing if his parents don't see him, and it's nothing to sell him to a Taoist priest with triangular eyes.

Cheng Qian followed the real Mu Chun and left.

The real Mu Chun is like a haggard, so thin that three tendons rest on a head, a shaky hat is buckled on his head, and Cheng Qian is led by one hand, just like a grass class leader who is performing in the rivers and lakes leading his newly abducted little boy. attendant.

Cheng Qian still looks like a child, but he already has the heart of a teenager.

He walked silently, but in the end he couldn't help but look back.

He saw that his mother was carrying a ragged basket behind him. In the basket was his sleeping little brother. Outside the basket was his mother's crying and blurred face, while his father bowed his head and stood silently on the side, sighing or guilt, but he refused to Looking up at him one more time, he stood like a gray shadow.

Cheng Qian withdrew his eyes with little nostalgia, the vague road ahead seemed like a boundless night, and he held the thin hand of his master, as if he was holding a lamp like a Cheng family heirloom - even though he boasted that there was a " Immortal" prefix, it still can only illuminate a few inches of halo under the feet, which is not useful.

There are generally two ways to travel, one is called "travel" and the other is called "flowing".

Cheng Qian followed his master, not to mention the wind meal and sleeping in the open air, but also to be told nonsense by the old guy. It is really not even worthy of the "fleeing".

Cheng Qian had also heard about cultivating immortals and seeking the Tao.

There were so many people in the world who wanted to knock on Xianmen's gate, like crucian carp crossing the river.

In the time of the emperor, the sects of all sizes were like toads in the river pit after the rain. What kind of Zhang San, Li, Si Wang and Er Ma Zi, as long as the family was prosperous and there was no shortage of cubs, they all swarmed to ask for a relationship and send it to a sect to ask the immortals and learn something. Other than that, "Broken boulders in the chest" and other handle styles, I haven't seen anyone really come up with anything.

At that time, there were more alchemists than cooks, and more people chanting sutras than farming. Even for several years, no one was serious about reading and practicing martial arts, leaving swindlers who were not involved in production running around.

It is said that at the time when the question of immortality was the most popular, the territory of a county was only ten miles and eight villages. From the east to the west, there were as many as twenty sects of immortality. Buy a copy from a small business and hawker. With such a foolish mind, he dares to collect money and recruit people under the pretense of immortality.

If these people can really fly to the sky, don't know if Nantianmen can hold so many cats and dogs.

Even the mountain bandits who robbed their homes have to follow suit, and they will rename the original "Black Tiger Village" and "Hungry Gang" to "Qingfengguan" and "Xuanxin Pavilion", and then get some "French Pots". "Open your mouth to breathe fire" and other tricks, before robbing the road, you will perform a gibberish, bluffing passers-by to give generously.

The first emperor was born in the army, and he was a rude person with a bào temper. He felt that if the people continued to cultivate in such a smoky manner, it would be impossible to win the country, so an edict was issued to arrest all these "immortals" who were running rampant in the countryside, no matter what. True gods or fake immortals, they will all be sent to fill the army.

Before this decree, which should have been earth-shattering, had time to leave the palace gate, all the important officials of the dynasty heard the wind, and all the people were so frightened that they rolled out of their beds overnight and ran to the front of the hall to line up - Guan Xiao In the front, the finale of the official university was ready to be killed one by one on the front pillar of the main hall, in order to seek death advice, lest the emperor offend the immortal and destroy the country.

The emperor can't let the civil and military of the Manchu Dynasty really go to the ground, and the dragon pillar can't stand it either.

The late emperor was helpless, so he had to take it back again. The next day, he ordered Qin Tianjian to separate a "Tianyan Division", under the direct supervision of the Taishi order, he hired a few real people to sit in the office, and stipulated that in the future, the big and small fairy gates , they must be reported to the Tianyan Division for verification. After verifying the authenticity and falsehood, they will issue an iron scroll before they can recruit disciples. Private private sects are prohibited.

Of course, the great power of Yangyang traverses Kyushu, thousands of miles from east to west, and there is no communication between north and south. It is basically impossible to order and prohibit it. There are still loopholes in a one-size-fits-all decree, let alone such a sloppy decree.

The imperial court can't even clear the robbers and abductors, how can it be that Xianmen recruits disciples?

True Immortal Sect doesn't take the emperor in the eyes of the old man at all, what should be done, the guilty liars have somewhat restrained, but the restraint is limited - what is iron and copper, it is not impossible to fake.

However, the painstaking efforts of the late emperor were not completely in vain. After several times of tossing, checking, and purging, although the results were minimal, the enthusiasm of the people for cultivating immortals was greatly weakened. In addition, the neighbors were far and near. , After a long time, everyone will farm the land, and the sheep will herd the sheep, and they will not daydream much.

Now that you are on the throne, the folk culture of immortality is still lingering, but the madness has passed. Today, you know that when the water is clear, there will be no fish. Most of those liars who use immortality in the name of liar turn a blind eye. People do not raise officials and do not investigate.

Cheng Qian heard Lao Tongsheng talk about these causes and effects once, so in his eyes, the stick that was holding him was a pure stick... at best, it was a stick for root canals, and there was really nothing worthy of special respect.

The mallet-like Mu Chun stroked his shaky moustache and said nonsense: "My name is 'Fuyao', little thing, do you know what Fuyao is?"

Lao Tongsheng hated these things, and naturally refused to talk about them. Cheng Qian was influenced by it a little, so he was full of disdain, and he even pretended to be listening.

Mu Chun raised his hand and pointed in front of Cheng Qian. His finger seemed to bring some spiritual knowledge. Everywhere, he saw a gust of wind rising for no reason, swirling, rolling the ground with dry grass and flying straight up, the sunken grass. There was a sharp line of dryness on the leaves, which was illuminated by a lightning bolt from the sky, almost blinding Cheng Qian.

This strange force stunned the little boy with a single finger.

Mu Chun himself did not expect this change, and was immediately taken aback, but seeing that he had frightened this cold-hearted brat, he retracted his hand again.

He put his skinny hands into his sleeves, and said leisurely, "Peng Zhi migrated to Nanming, the water hits three thousand li, and the one who swayed up is ninety thousand li, and the one who goes to rest in six months is also invisible and boundless. , but to revolve around the wind, when it comes it is deep, and where it goes, it is boundless, this is 'fuyao', do you understand?"

Of course, Cheng Qian didn't understand. In his small chest, the awe of unknown power and the disapproval of these sidelines were entangled with each other, and it was hard to separate. In the end, with the disapproval of his master, he put Mu Chun with him. The broken lamp on the wall of the house was placed in the same position, and he nodded ignorantly.

Mu Chun cocked his beard proudly, and was just about to take advantage of this, but who knew that God would not give him any more face, he didn't have time to open his mouth again, and the cowhide had leaked out just now. The bad weather.

Mu Chun couldn't care less about pretending to be a ghost, and shouted, "No, it's raining heavily."

After he finished speaking, he jumped up, picked up the luggage with one hand, Cheng Qian with the other, took two reed stick-like legs, took small steps like a long neck, and fled.

It's a pity that the rain came too fast, even if it was a long neck, it could not avoid the fate of becoming a soup.

Mu Chun carried Cheng Qian in his arms, and took off his soaked shirt, which was better than the little boy who was covering his arms without ground. Big, oh, where are you going to hide?"

Cheng Qian has sent countless flying birds in his life—but this is probably the most bumpy and nonsense one he has ever sat on.

The sound of wind, rain, thunder and lightning mixed with Master's roaring noise. His head was covered with Master's robe, and his eyes were darkened, but he could smell an indescribable woody fragrance on the sleeves of the robe.

The master put one arm around his chest and freed one hand to protect Cheng Qian's head all the time. The clear bones on the old man's body caused him pain, but the embrace and protection were genuine.

I don't know why, even though the long-necked jī had just fooled him outright, Cheng Qian seemed to have a natural affinity for him.

Cheng Qian put on Mu Chun's coat, silently peeping at the soaked master in the rain through the gaps in his clothes, enjoying the treatment that a child deserves for the first time in his life. He savored it carefully for a moment, willingly recognized the master, and made up his mind - even if the master was full of bullshit, he would forgive him.

Cheng Qian rode a scrawny master, and finally arrived at a dilapidated Taoist temple wet and wet.

The large-scale "Qingdao" during the Emperor Xiandi era cleaned up many wild sects, and also left many Taoist temples of wild sects, which later became the place for homeless beggars and tourists who missed the destination.

Cheng Qian broke out a small head from Mu Chun's jacket, and as soon as he looked up, he met the Daxian enshrined in the Taoist temple, and called the mud-made Daxian to a start. Wrapped in two buns, he has a cake face without a neck, his face is full of flesh, and there is a circle of red cheeks on each of his left and right cheeks, and a large mouth is opened below, and he laughs with a mouth full of jagged teeth.

Naturally, the master saw it as well, and hurriedly raised his paws to cover Cheng Qian's eyes, angrily criticizing: "Peach red jacket and green robe, alas, it's unreasonable to eat and worship here in such a wicked dress!"

The young Cheng Qian was a little shocked because of his limited knowledge.

Mu Chun said righteously: "A person who cultivates is pure in heart and has few desires. He must always pay attention to his words and deeds, and dress up like this opera singer, what a formality!"

He actually knew what a body was... Cheng Qian was a little impressed.

Just then, an ethereal smell of meat came from behind the Taoist Temple, interrupting the cynicism of the "clean heart and few desires" master.

Mu Chun's throat rolled involuntarily, and he couldn't speak any longer. With a strange look, he led Cheng Qian to the back of the evil statue, and saw a little beggar who was not one or two years older than Cheng Qian.

The little beggar didn't know what utensils he used, so he planed a dòng on the ground of the back hall of the Taoist temple, and a fat beggar was burning inside.

Mu Chun swallowed again.

If a person is thin to a certain extent, some things are very inconvenient. For example, when he is greedy, the small neck that can be grasped is not easy to hide the instinctive reaction.

Real Man Mu Chun put Cheng Qian on the ground, and then performed for his younger apprentices what it means to "cultivators should always pay attention to their words and deeds".

He wiped off the water on his face first, and put on a good-looking smile. Then he took the flickering, swaying lotus step, and floated to the little beggar, in front of Cheng Qian. , talked eloquently for a long speech, depicting an overseas immortal gate dressed in gold and silver, and made the little beggar's eyes straight.

Mu Chun pointed at the little beggar with a big head and a small body, and enthusiastically coaxed: "I see that you have excellent qualifications, you may be able to soar into the sky in the future, and maybe you will have great fortunes - child, who is your last name? "

Cheng Qian felt that this sentence was a bit familiar.

Although the little beggar was quite cunning, she was still young, and she was fooled by her master to clear her nose. She replied in a daze, "Little tiger, I don't know what my surname is."

"Then let's be a teacher, let's be surnamed Han," Mu Chun stroked his goatee, and Run Wu silently determined the name of the teacher and the apprentice, "I'll give you a big name for the teacher - a single name with the word "Yuan", okay?"

Cheng Qian: "..."

Han Yuan, injustice... It's really auspicious and festive.

Master must be hungry and confused, and he was somewhat reluctant to speak in the face of the beggars with thick skin and flesh.

Although Han Yuan was a little older than Cheng Qian, he became his fourth junior brother according to the order of entry. Cheng Qian, a "closed disciple", became a senior brother after only a few days.

It can be seen that the back door of the Fuyao faction is not tightly closed.

As for the beggar... Naturally, most of it went into Master's belly with filial piety.

Jī couldn't stop Mr. Mu Chun's chattering mouth. He didn't know where he had such a big preaching habit. He asked, "Where did jī come from?"

Han Yuan has a lingering tongue, which is a bit of a unique skill - he gnawed bones without using his hands, and stuffed them into his mouth one by one, bulging his cheeks a few times, and the brittle bones rattled for a moment, and he was able to spit out a clean and complete bone.

The Master said, "Don't talk when you eat, don't talk when you sleep."

The beggars are naturally fragrant, and Cheng Qian was hesitating whether to tear a leg with the master and eat it. Seeing this situation and listening to the ins and outs, Cheng Qian resolutely retracted his hand and silently gnawed on the side hard to a stone. pancakes.

Can this style of Han Yuan come up with any stylish jī?

From this point of view, although Cheng Qian is still young, his Taoism and principles are already much firmer than his master.

Apparently, Master Mu Chun didn't affect his appetite because of this, he just opened his mouth halfway during the chewing process, shook his head and said, "Don't ask me if I'm a thief, how can a person who cultivates self-cultivation sneak up on a dog? Sigh? , what kind of pedigree, the next is not an example!"

Han Yuan replied dully, the little beggar didn't understand anything, so he didn't dare to refute.

"Stealing and touching the dog won't work, but it's ok to cheat." Cheng Qian Qian thought sharply beside him, and then he remembered the unknown tolerance he gave to his master in the heavy rain, so he had to be a little bit vicissitudes of life. Di secretly sighed, "Forget it."

The fourth junior brother, Han Yuan, has a small nose and small eyes, and his chin is still a bit flat. His small eyes are always shining with a lazy and oily light, and he looks very unflattering.

Cheng Qian was not very happy when he saw Han Yuan, even if he looked shabby, Han Yuan still held the title of "Junior Brother", and all the words related to "brother" and "brother", it was difficult for Cheng Qian to have a good impression. But he just silently disliked it, and on the surface he was still a friendly and gentle person who pretended not to be slick.

In the Cheng family, the newly cut clothes belonged to the elder brother, and the milk paste with added sugar belonged to the younger brother. Anyway, good things never happened to Cheng Qian, but they were often assigned to work. Cheng Qian was not generous by nature, so he naturally felt resentment, but he also listened to Lao Tongsheng's often-talked about "filial piety to father and son, respect to brother and brother", so he often felt that his resentment was unreasonable.

For such a little boy, he didn't have time to cultivate his self-cultivation skills. Cheng Qian couldn't really have no complaints, so he had to pretend that he had no complaints-now in the sect, he still behaves like this.

Since the master went back on his word and opened the closed door again, Cheng Qian seemed to have no choice but to act as a senior brother.

There are errands along the way. He comes as a senior brother, and he has something to eat and drink. It is never easy to let the master let the junior brother. Therefore, Cheng Qian has to test himself from time to time to prevent him from losing his gentle, courteous and thrifty dignity.

Cheng Qian was always so demanding of himself - his father was poor and vulgar all his life, and he was not good to him. Cheng Qian listened to Lao Tongsheng's words and did not dare to hate his father explicitly, so he had to pity him secretly. When the little boy dreamed back at midnight, he often thought that he would rather die than become a character like his father.

Therefore, this gentle decency was the result of his efforts to support himself in the confusion and cracks, and he should not lose it no matter what.

Bu Chengqian quickly discovered that although he did a good job, this junior brother really didn't deserve to be taken care of - he was not only hideous in appearance, but also very annoying in temperament.

First of all, Han Yuan is a lot of nonsense. Before he picked up this little beggar, Master was in charge of making noise all the way. After picking up this little beggar, even the real person Mu Chun seemed much quieter.

The little beggar seemed to have been inspired by Master's remarks about "stealing and touching a dog", so he casually made up a story about how he defeated a big mouse that grows more than ten feet long and stole a lot of money.

He dances and dances, with nose and eyes, ups and downs, all of which highlight his personal brilliance and martial arts.

Cheng Qian tried to question it rationally, and asked, "How can there be a squirrel that grows as long as one zhang?"

Han Yuan was provoked, and immediately raised his chest and raised his head to defend: "Of course it is successful, Master, can a huáng rat láng become successful?"

After listening to the story of huáng rat láng jīng, I don't know which word touched him, his face seemed a little weird, like a toothache, and a little bit like a stomach upset, after a long time, he replied absentmindedly: "Everything has a spirit, probably all Can become jīng."

Han Yuan seemed to have received a great deal of affirmation. He stroked Qian and raised his chin slightly, and said in a strange manner, "Senior brother, this is how strange you are. People can become immortals, and animals can naturally become monsters."

Cheng Qian didn't answer, and sneered to himself.

If a huáng rat is more than ten feet long, its four legs must not be enough, and its long body must be rubbed against the belly to move.

Could it be that a demon cultivator worked hard for a long time to grind out a strong and hairless iron belly?

Cheng Qian couldn't understand what the demon was doing, but he understood what Han Yuan was doing.

This little beggar is like a leech growing out of a stinky ditch. Once it smells blood, it will suck and snatch it desperately, and it is fierce in its bones - Han Yuan is competing with him for master's favor.

The little beggar seized every opportunity to show his master how brave and extraordinary he was, and at the same time smeared his "weak and deceitful" senior brother, Cheng Qian saw him jumping up and down, so ridiculous, so he imitated the old boy and gave him what he gave him in his heart. The fourth junior brother came to a rather sour conclusion: "The gentleman is poor, and the villain is poor [Note]-little beast, what!"

Just after Cheng Qian listened to Han Yuan's deeds of "fighting huáng rat lángjīng bravely", the next day, he saw with his own eyes how "heroic and extraordinary" his little beast and junior brother was.

That day, Master leaned against the tree and slept in the afternoon. Cheng Qian was looking at an old classic book in Master's back basket. The old classic book used words and words. But he enjoyed it and didn't feel boredno matter what was written in Master's scriptures, this was the first time he had touched the books in an open and honest way in his life.

The two little disciples picked up by Master Mu Chun, one was as quiet as a wooden stake, the other was as moving as a horse monkey, the wooden stake Cheng Qian did not move, and the horse monkey Han Yuan could not stop for a moment.

At this moment, Han Horse Monkey didn't know where he ran. Cheng Qianzheng was so happy that his ears were clean. Who knew that it didn't take long for him to clean up when he saw Han Yuan running back crying again.

"Master..." Han Yuan hummed coquettishly.

The master's answer was a delicate and tactful snoring.

Han Yuan then continued to howl, glancing at Cheng Qian next to him while howling.

Cheng Qian suspected that the master had actually woken up, just pretended to be asleep, and planned to see how their brothers and sisters got along. Now the brothers were crying like a bear. ?"

Han Yuan: "There is a river in front of me. I wanted to catch fish for my master and brother to eat, but there was a big dog by the river, and it was chasing me."

Cheng Qian sighed secretly. Of course he was also afraid of evil dogs, but Han Yuan rolled his eyes, and he had already said that for the sake of it. The younger brother is filial to the master and the elder brother catches the fish, but was bullied by the beasts. The reason for shrinking?

He had to pick up a big stone from the ground, weighed it in his hand, stood up and followed Han Yuan to the river, and continued to say pleasantly: "Okay, then I'll go take a look with you."

Cheng Qian was ready. If he did encounter a vicious dog, he would smash the stone in his hand on the back of his junior brother's head. He must smash the little beast into a big vegetable melon with broken skin and exposed flesh. Brother deal with.

It's a pity that when the two got to the river, the dog had already left, leaving only a few rows of small footprints on the ground.

Cheng Qian lowered his head and studied the two lines of footprints, and estimated that the "evil dog" was about less than a foot in size, and it might be a naive little wild dog.

Han Yuan, this little bastard, can't do anything, he doesn't eat enough, he is castrated and charming, he has no skin and face, and he is as timid as a needle's nose. Only when a cow rumbling, he knows how to compete for favor.

Cheng Qian thought like this, put his hands holding the brick behind his back, looked at his useless junior brother gently, and didn't want to smash him - Cheng Qian was too lazy to have the same knowledge as him.

The two hurried back with the fish they caught, and the master had "awakened" and was looking at the two of them kindly and reassuringly.

Cheng Qian looked at the master's eyes, and felt heavy in his stomach, indescribably vomited.

Before he had time to say anything, Han Yuan had already flattered and moved forward, and described in front of his master "how my brother wanted to eat fish, how he defeated a vicious dog with a head as big as an ox, and he went through a lot of hard work. The story of drilling into the ditch to catch fish".

Cheng Qian: "..."

He was about to make this talented junior brother laugh angrily.

In this way, Cheng Qian followed an old liar and a calfskin dealer for more than ten days.

The three finally arrived at the sect.

Cheng Qian was away from home for the first time in his life. Because of the company of his wonderful master and younger brother, he had seen many strange situations in the world, and he was quite calm.

He didn't hold out much hope for a place like the "Swinging Sect" that he thought was a grass-top group at first. He thought that it might just be a wild Taoist temple in the wild and rainy. But the smiling "Grandfather" burns incense and kowtows.

But the sect greatly exceeded Cheng Qian's expectations.

The sound of insects and birds is occasionally accompanied by a few cranes. Occasionally, a white shadow can be seen passing by, and there is a fairy air like a light and a shadow.

There are gentle stone steps in the mountain, and it can be seen that someone cleans it from time to time.

Going up the stairs to the halfway up the mountain, Cheng Qian saw a shadowy courtyard house on the top of the mountain, and a simple and mossy stone gate on the mountainside stood in front of it, with the word "Swinging" written on it.

Cheng Qian couldn't see how well the words were written. He only felt that those two words were about to fly out of the door.

This place is not an immortal mountain surrounded by clouds and mists, but there is some kind of indescribable beauty in the mountains. Cheng Qian felt it as soon as he stepped into the mountain, and his whole person became lighter when he breathed.

He glimpsed the palm-sized sky from the shade of the green trees, and a unique sense of heaven and earth when sitting in the well and watching the sky shot straight to his eyebrows, so comfortable that he could not wait to laugh and scream around the mountain.

He couldn't hold back when he didn't go through the process - he didn't dare to make noise at home, for fear that his father would beat him. Naturally not here, for fear of losing the gentleman's system that he overheard in front of Han Yuan, a filthy villain.

The master patted the dog heads of his two newly picked disciples, and said kindly, "I'll follow the teacher to burn incense, bathe and change clothes, and I'll take you to visit you..."

Cheng Qian thought casually, "Is the grandfather who always laughs?"

The master said, "Eldest brother."