Chapter 301: Wisher hook (1)

"You are responsible for killing fish!" Rong Jing said again.
"Okay!" Yun Qianyue thought about killing the fish.
"You are responsible for the fire!" Rong Jing said again.
Fire? She doesn't look good. Looking up at Rong Jing, "What are you doing?"
"Grill fish for you!" Rong Jing said.
"You just roast?" Yun Qianyue raised her eyebrows. Did she do all the co-working? This is also called grilling her fish? Will you make up?
"Well! I will only bake." Rong Jing faced Yun Qingyue's vision, his face unnatural.
Yun Qingyue was speechless. After a day of tossing up to midnight, she ate a box of pastries. Her stomach was flattened and nodded. She said helplessly: "Okay! It doesn't matter if you don't bake, you just eat."
"Good!" Rong Jing nodded with a smile, holding Yun Qianyue flying down.
Yi Qing was silent, so close, Yun Qingyue could not feel Rong Jing's breath, thinking that people were more dead than people. Her complacent martial arts still had a big gap in front of others.
A few points on the tiptoe, Rong Jing took Yun Qiangyue to the mountainside.
The scent of Scutellaria barbata spreads out, the waterfall cascades down, the sound of fragrant spring water gurgles, and the bells and bells of Lingtai Temple whirl in the mountains. The combination of motion and silence here makes people feel clear.
Rong Jing let go of Yun Qingyue and said softly: "Go catch fish! I'll pick up firewood!"
Yun Qianyue sniffed the fresh and clear air in the mountains and glanced at the place where it was lightly dyed and grilled fish two and two months ago, and now there is no trace of it. She nodded, she stooped to pick up a branch, and picked another lotus leaf. The starlight in the sky and Lingtai Temple faintly illuminated the lights of Xiangquan Mountain toward the river. Tossed the lotus leaf on the river, flew up, and floated lightly on the lotus leaf, looking down at the movement of the river, but when she saw her fall, there was a sleeping fish in the water, and her branch fell, but in a moment. She caught a two-pound fish, and she looked up at Rong Jing and showed him triumphantly, "How?"
"Good!" Rong Jing was picking up two dry firewood, raised his head after hearing the words, and nodded with a smile.
"Catch!" Yun Qianyue threw the fish over.
Rong Jing gently clamped the fish with two dry firewood. Stooped and picked a lotus leaf, and placed the fish on the lotus leaf.
Yun Qingyue felt that this man was really a noble son, and his hands were not touched. She looked down at the river again and asked, "How much do you eat? Let's not waste it. I can't bear to kill the sleeping fish!" "One!" Rong Jing chuckled.
"I have almost two. Then three!" Yun Qiangyue thought for a moment.
"Lao Qin also eats two!" An old voice suddenly sounded.
Yun Qianyue raised her head violently, didn't see anyone, waited for a while, and still didn't see the sound of clothing and vocals, she looked at Rongjing.
"It's Master Pushan. It's still in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. You can't see anyone." Rong Jing smiled.
It turns out that people are still in the Tibetan Classical Pavilion, no wonder they can't see it! This is about the mystery of a thousand miles of sound transmission! Obviously, this man has great martial arts skills. She was very familiar with this voice. This morning and Ye Tianyi came to Lingtai Temple to get him two envelopes. Although the people inside did not see their faces, wasn’t this voice the old monk? It turned out to be Master Pushan. It seems that it is two generations longer than the world's first monk Lingyin Master. It is already over one hundred years old! She looked at Rong Jing suspiciously, "Monk also eats fish?"
"Master Pushan's favorite is the grilled fish in Xiangquan Mountain. He was deported to guard the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion because of repeated transgressions. But the tens of thousands of Scripture Books in the Tibetan Scripture Court did not change his habits. Grilled fish. Naturally, I can't help committing greedy insects!" Rong Jing explained with a smile.
Yun Qianyue suddenly nodded, "Then five!"
"No, Master Pushan said two, you should at least bake him four." Rong Jing shook his head with a smile.
"Do you have such a big appetite?" Yun Qingyue was going to pluck fish's branch.
"Yes!"
"Haha, still Jing Shizi knows Lao Qin! Lao Qin also knows himself!" Pu Shan's old voice came again, obviously in a good mood, and Rong Jing's words came to him.
"It is an honor for Rong Jing to be a confidant of the master." Rong Jing smiled.
"You bake it faster. Lao Qun goes down the mountain to make two good wines." Master Pushan came to an end, and it seemed that people had already gone.
Yun Qingyue was stunned, thinking that the old monk not only ate meat, but also drank! She looked at Rong Jing.
"Isn't it good to say that the wine and the meat pass through the intestine, and the Buddha's heart stays? It is enough for Master Pushan to have a heart towards the Buddha!" ​​Rong Jing smiled.
Yun Qianyue pouted her mouth, which was nice, but it was just to make excuses for the monk’s greedy guilty or guilty guilty. She bowed her head to continue looking for fish, whispering:
It’s better to go home and cook instead of the monk. sweet potato!"
Rong Jing chuckled, stopped talking, and stooped to pick up dry wood.
Within a moment, Yun Qianyue had enough seven fish to fly to the shore, watching a pile of fat fish turned over on the lotus leaf, folded his hands together, and said "Amitabha, sin and sin." , Let go and asked Rong Jing, "Is there a dagger?"
"Seeing you have compassion, I thought you wouldn't kill these fish anymore." Rong Jing also picked up enough dry wood and came back, put down the dry wood, took out an extremely small and delicate dagger and handed it to Yun Qianyue, laughing. .
Yun Qianyue rolled his eyes and started to kill fish neatly while asking: "Do you know what is called the food chain?"
Rong Jing squatted down in front of Yun Qingyue and watched her killing fish neatly. Wen Yan smiled and asked, "What is food chain?"
"Big fish eats small fish, small fish eats dried shrimp, dried shrimp eats purple mud." Yun Qingyue then fell, sounding authentic: "Look at these seven big fish, how many small fish did you eat? How many dried fish did the small fish eat? ?How much purple mud did the shrimp eat? So, they should be eaten by you and me. It’s called the food chain, causal circulation."
"You are right!" Rong Jingcheng agreed.
Yun Qingyue thinking about the essence of the five thousand years of civilization in China, is naturally reasonable!
"A good causal cycle, the little girl is very Buddha root!" An old voice sounded, words fell, people arrived.
Yun Qianyue looked up and saw that he was an old man with a heavy hair, wearing a cassock and carrying two jars of wine in his hand. As soon as he arrived, there was a burst of tangy wine in the air around him. She gave the old man a careful look, and the words "return to the original" popped up in her mind. This old man's state is obviously much higher than that of Master Lingyin's martial arts. Master Lingyin brought the world's fireworks, and although the old man was holding two jars of wine in his hand, he didn't see any smoke. At this time, she believed what Rong Jing had just said, "wine and meat passed through the intestines." This may be empty talk on other people's bodies, and on the old man's body, you can see its way!
"Good wine!" Rong Jing smelled the wine and looked at Master Pushan's two altars.
"Naturally is good wine! The loose wine of the wine lady is generally inferior to the brewer. My old monk drank from her mother-in-law to her mother-in-law and the wine she made. It has been drinking for more than a hundred years. Just this one, don’t "I can't pass my alcohol addiction." Master Pushan smiled and put two bottles of wine in front of Yun Qianyue, and said to her: "Little girl, you grill fish, I and Jing Shizi play a game. Except for a hundred years Outside the former King Rong, the old monk has never played with anyone again. Today, he plays with his descendants."
"Good!" Yun Qingyue promised to be happy, she hadn't expected Rongjing to be roasted, and seeing his precious crescent moon white robe and jade fingers, she felt smoky and let him The grilled fish is really a mess, or she did it herself!
"How? Jing Shizi? But brought chess? You didn't bring the old monk back to fetch it." Pu Shan looked at Rong Jing.
"Naturally brought!" Rong Jing took the chessboard out of his arms.
"Well, Mo Baiyuqi, okay." Pu Shan's old eyes lighted up, regardless of the weeds and dirt on the ground, and sat down cross-legged.
Rong Jing lifted his clothes and sat down cross-legged regardless of the weeds and dirt on the ground.
Yun Qianyue glanced at the chess box taken by Rong Jing and the old monk on the opposite side while killing the fish. She always felt that this guy had a premeditated plan to roast fish today. The purpose is about the old monk in front of him. Don't do useless things.
"Master holds black or white?" Rong Jing set the chessboard and asked Pu Shan.
"Sunspots! At that time, Rong Wang hid black clothes, and Lao Qian held white sons. Now you like white clothes, and Lao Yun naturally holds black sons." Pu Shan said.
"Teacher Xiangshan!" Rong Jing placed Kuroko's chess box in front of Pushan.
"What is good or not good, your little doll can pretend better than your great-grandfather! Say it. Winning or losing?" Pu Shan asked.
"A game is set to win or lose." Rong Jing smiled. The words added: "One game happened to drink and eat fish."
"Haha, okay! That's one game." Pu Shan nodded and looked at Rong Jing. "How about the loser?"
"The loser can make a request to the winner." Rong Jing said.
"My old monk knows that you are just asking for something today. It also attracted me." Pu Shan's expression was so true.
"The master is the wisher!" Rong Jing smiled. "I don't necessarily win, and the master doesn't necessarily lose. This game of chess is unknown. If I lose, the master can also make a request to me. I I think the master will not fail to ask, right?"
"Haha, that's right! The old monk did just that. It was really the wisher." Pu Shan laughed.
"Then start?" Rong Jing asked with a smile.
"Start!" Pu Shan corrected his expression.
"Master please first!" Rong Jing upholds respect.
Pu Shan is also polite, and he must be the first to take the spotlight.
Rong Jing holds Bai Ziluozi.
The two did not speak anymore, only to hear the continuous falling sound.
Yun Qianyue slid her head while killing the fish, wondering what Rong Jing wanted from Pu Shan? And she pulled her! It seems that what she is asking for is about her. She was puzzled and didn't speak. Within a few moments, all seven fish were slaughtered by Lisuo, wrapped in lotus leaves, washed by the water and taken back to start the fire.