Chapter 19:

Generally, the young people who grow up together will naturally mix together and become small, but the few cubs on Fuyao Mountain are obviously not ordinary teenagers. There are a lot of things that go wrong, they will run out of water, and they do n’t like to deal with people. Yes, it was outrageous ... However, during a trip to the Valley of the Demon, the coldness and estrangement between the four brothers and brothers unknowingly melted away, gradually revealing their true dispositions.
In this regard, Mu Chun was really relieved, but he soon discovered that the apprentices were actually as respectful as ice as before.
An unlucky child is just a child. Two together can make a thousand ducks, and three can make a lot of money in a pile. As for four ...
There is no Ningji on Fuyao Mountain--
One day, more and more violent quarrels were issued, and a big censer was stuffed under the table of the masters and brothers, and the mission hall was burned all day long, like a big soup pot, but he turned into a The white dumplings only floating on the soup pot, every morning in the morning, they fell asleep in the whiteness, and they didn't know how comfortable they were.
The bad Li Li could not see him so stinky, and I didn't know where to find the formula of "Ningshenxiang".
Ningshenxiang is an unquestionable side door, and it is not as innocent as its name. It is said that a pinch of the sleeping person's pillow can make people have a spring / dream, and the fun is endless.
Li Yan worked out a secret recipe, and Han Yuan volunteered to match.
As we all know, Han Yuan is an upside-down person, so far he hasn't memorized the door regulations completely, a product that he can't understand even a recipe, what can he match?
Besides, this little yelling flower also loves innovation, and merging his ideas with great care-without permission, adding two flavors of kitchen seasonings to it, mixing the "Ningshenxiang" into a dose of psychedelic scent, and then full of Expectingly, when the big brother started "morning", he stuffed it into his incense burner.
On that day, the flowers, birds, fish, and insects near the mission hall were all crazy.
The two butterflies were dancing on the top of Master's head, and they couldn't rush away. The fluttering wings seemed to be like a woman's sister-in-law who was wearing the most garish kind.
And Li Zhi ’s new favorite, a big-bellied cricket, crawled out like a drunk, walked a few steps, stepped into some of Qian Qian ’s platform, and stepped on some strange light body exercises. Cheng Qianti The pen's hand dipped in ink hung stiffly in the air for a moment, and the stains on the sleeves looked like a plum blossom.
Master has never tried to attract bees and butterflies in this life. He ca n’t read it anymore. He will climb into the puddle where he catches butterflies and put it back in his back basket. The play made Han Yuan turn off the incense burner.
Han Yuan hippie took the big incense burner under the table with a smile, picked up a bowl of tea and poured it. When Li Yan snickered at Master's new image, Cheng Qian would deftly use two pens to smile The puppet clipped out and threw it into the incense burner: "Master, I can help you."
Li Yan: "Ah, don't!"
But it ’s too late. Unknown varieties of 蝈蝈 and Han Yuan ’s half-bowl of tea are poured on the incense burner, and the incense burner brought by Master Yan has a water avoidance spell. Even if you really want to water, you have to follow the special Channels and holes. The Water Avoidance Charm was provoked and immediately counterattacked, burning a slap of flames. Li Zhi's uncle did not know where he came from, but the real gold was not afraid of the fire, and ran out with a fierce fire. A sharp flare flew across the air and rushed towards Master's two mustaches.
The flavors in the fragrant sauce played a role in this case-that Huoya burned Master's beard into two richly-scorched caramel.
On the same day, Han Yuan and Li Xun were fined for copying the scriptures 20 times. Yan Zhengming was the original creator and it was too ridiculous to go to bed in the morning. It was too ridiculous to sit down ten times. Only Cheng Qian played an important role. Function, but the idea is not intentional, and in time to admit the mistake in time, survived.
For this reason, Yan Zhengming, holding a shelf and cheeky, intercepted him halfway on the way back to Qing Anju in the evening, and said calmly: "Small copper coins, I just happen to be empty today, how do you point your swordsmanship?"
Having been together for many days, Cheng Qian has already seen the person's pee nature-as long as it is fun to eat, drink, and play, Master Yan will be brave to go forward, and once he is allowed to sit down and learn something honestly, he can immediately become a supportive Illness can cause pain from the toenails to the hair.
Just now, Yan Zhengming practiced half of his sword and claimed that he had a heat stroke.
He took the initiative to point his swordsmanship? Unless the sun rises to the west.
Sure enough, the next moment, his elder brother expressed his original intentions: "Oh, I remember, today Master also punished me to copy the Bible, uh ... this, it seems that there is no time for my brother. But if you can help me copy it a few times ... "
Hey, night owls come into the house, and nothing comes.
So Cheng Qian took his head without lifting his head and said, "Brother, let's copy the Scriptures. I don't dare to work for you in the rough work of practicing swords, for fear that your old man will blink."
Yan Zhengming: "..."
Why can't life just be like this? Although he was fake, the polite third-class brother could never be found again.
"Slow!" Yan Zhengming still refused to give up. He turned his eyes and saw no one around, so he raised his arm around Cheng Qian's neck, dragged him over, and whispered quietly, "Write a few copies for me, I tell You have a secret. "
Cheng Qian sighed and said gravely: "Brother, you don't need to tell your brother about the big secret of 'how do you tie your belt?'"
Yan Zhengming said nothing, taking advantage of his tall body, Cheng Qian was clamped under his arm all the way and walked away-walking at the foot of the wind, nothing like the heat stroke.
Cheng Qian rarely walks around the mountain, every day from the Qing'anju to the preaching hall at 2:00, and then back to the Qing'anju from the preaching hall.
Of course, he is not without curiosity, but he has a strong self-control and thinks that he hasn't learned anything, and running around is not ridiculous. Therefore, although he knows that there are many caves left by his predecessors on Fuyao Mountain, he has never visited.
Yan Zhengming held him all the way to the top of the mountain. In the wind of hunting, he took Cheng Qian to a strange stone that looks like a monkey: "That's it."
Cheng Qian glanced and wondered: "This ... is it a statue that Brother has set up for Little Master?"
Yan Zhengming was proud of himself: "Small things, don't let your tongue out, when you ask me."
After speaking, he took out the handkerchief from his arms, wiped the dust along the periphery of the stone, and saw that there was a door-shaped gap there.
Yan Zhengming attached his hand to the stone gate, bowed his head for a moment, and after a squeaking sound, the door on the belly of the stone monkey was pushed open by him. There was a cramped small hole in the hole, and the opening could be seen through A row of stone steps to the ground, black whirring.
Yan Zhengming: "Only those who can breathe into this door can open this door. Unless you ask for Master on this mountain, only I can bring you in-come with me."
Having said that, he got into a short body.
Cheng Qian followed him lazily. At first, he was not interested. He asked perfunctoryly, "What is this place?"
Yan Zhengming, while leading the way, said, "No one has named it, but Master calls it Jingjing."
Cheng Qian froze.
The bright charms recorded on the left and right stone walls seem to be able to feel someone coming in. The original gloomy wall immediately emits a faint white light after the two people walk in. It is not dazzling, but it just lights up.
"It contains countless classics from my school for thousands of years. In addition to the hundreds of scriptures that Master loves, there are also the swordsmanship of the minds of seniors," Yan Zhengming said. Then, "little copper coins, if I meet Master again, what scripture rules will I copy? If you can share a part of me ... I can open the door for you every ten days, how?"
During the conversation, Shijie was about to end, and a pile of ink from the old paper rushed towards his face. Cheng Qian could not help but asked a little skeptically: "Since it is so powerful, why haven't I ever seen you, Brother?"
Yan Zhengming replied rightly: "You can't chew more than you can chew, but you can't reach the speed of rush. Now I just need to practice this wooden sword. If I know too much, I can easily get distracted."
I practiced an introductory swordsmanship for seven or eight years and really said that Cheng Qian couldn't take him anymore, but the next moment, he stayed firm.
The narrow path came to an end, and the front suddenly suddenly opened up. A huge stone cave leaped in front of the eyes. The bookshelf went straight from the bottom to the top of the cave. A stack of silk, bamboo slips, animal skins, and the most common paper books were sorted into different categories and thoughtful. Dharma, swordsmanship, all kinds of sidewalks, even famous mountains and rivers, travel stories, and so on-all in one place.
There are stone steps behind the cave, leading to the lower floor.
Yan Zhengming put his hands on his back and said, "There are nine floors in the Jinglou, and there are countless collections of books. All of Li's messy recipes were stolen when I cleaned the Jinglou with me. Alas, this is not a thing-right , Copper coins, have you decided to copy the scriptures for your brother and me? "
Cheng Qian felt that he was a rat and fell into a rice cylinder.
He had never seen Yan Zhengming so pleasing to his eyes. At this moment, let alone copying the scriptures for his brother several times.
It is conceivable that since then, Cheng Qian has lived a life of greater abundance and abbreviation. His own homework is not relaxed for a while. During his spare time, he must share the increasing variety of punishments made by the master, and secretly digest it in the dead of night. The book I read in the Jinglou.
Yan Zhengming promised to open the door for him every ten days, and Cheng Qian was like a greedy snake. He wished that he could put the entire Jinglou building into his mind and take it away. He would swallow a few jujubes to remember a few large articles, and then Use the remaining ten days to go back and ponder slowly.
Such days are fulfilling and passing fast, and in a blink of an eye, the whole year comes from spring to autumn.
During this period, the girl in the sky demon puddle has shown her inhuman side-she has learned to crawl and jump in advance, and she is only one year old when she breaks the shell, but she has already become a mortal girl three or four years old.
Cheng Qian went through the storm without interruption, and at the same time, his handwriting copied like an inscription on the mountain, and he even learned how to imitate the words of Yan Zhengming without a teacher.
At first Yan Zhengming thought that Cheng Qian, like Li Yan, would sneak away a few storybooks with strange stories and strange things, who once glanced inadvertently, and found that he was looking at the sword score and exercises in a serious manner.
Yan Zhengming, the old man who couldn't help the wall, came to a conclusion that the copper coin was crazy.
On Fuyao Mountain, Cheng Qian is an absolute alien, especially compared to Han Yuan who has n’t fully understood the words on the door gauge for more than a year since he got started.
One day, when Cheng Qian opened the door for Jing Qian, Yan Zhengming finally couldn't help asking his own doubts.
"Bronze coin," the young master said positively, "what are you going to do? Are you going to Nantianmen to rebel?"
Cheng Qian obscured: "Master said, '莛 and 楹, Li and Xi Shi, Tao Tong is one.' Although the avenue has changed, but it does not leave its ancestry, I intend to look at it so as to complement this practice . "
Yan Zhengming curiously said, "You have only been in the school for one year. Why are you anxious to watch the exercises?"
Cheng Qiandao said, "When we came back from Yaogu last year, didn't the master say that we should pull out the real hair of Zipeng? How can we fight her if I don't learn good exercises?"
Yan Zhengming was even more surprised: "Yeah, I said 'someday', the old mixed hair is more than 800 years old, I am only sixteen, what am I in a hurry? Maybe after seven or eight hundred years, I am She's amazing. "
This is definitely daydreaming ...
During this period of time, Yan Zhengming's stature gradually stretched and stretched, and the adult man's uncle ran away. His hands and feet also began to fade and become young. Sometimes, Qian Qian looked at his thin arms, legs, and grinding. Grinding a man, look at the big brother, I will be a bit envious.
But this little appreciation and envy was not enough to allow him to tolerate the violent beauty of Yan Zhengming.
This goods seems to be able to shame Song Yu, shame Pan An, all reflective things-after the puddle on the rainy ground, a bright sabre, he must take the opportunity to take a selfie, according to his facial expression Cheng Qian thought he must have been amazed at himself when he took the picture.
A man holding a sword as a mirror and practising for another seven or eight hundred or seven thousand or eight thousand years-can he practice any good swordsmanship?
Cheng Qian had nothing to say to him, and went straight to the side and opened half of the book he had read last time.
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