Daoist has facial paralysis

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white dew day

There is light rain in Tsukishima City

The air in early autumn is damp and cold, and the weather is a bit abnormal. The outdoor temperature is marked twenty degrees above zero, but I feel the terrible physical sensation of twenty degrees below zero.

Three o'clock in the morning, light rain patters

In the dim greenhouse, a bird suddenly crashed into the glass, leaving behind a cloud of bright red blood and twisted feathers.

There are crackling laughter and intermittent chewing sounds in the depths of the room, as if chewing bones.

A woman with disheveled hair sat on the ruined bright red flowers on the ground, lowered her head and smiled idiotically, her face became more ferocious as she smiled, and chewed on the bird carcass in her hand.

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No. 28 Changjiang Road is an antique three-storey western-style building with an old Beijing atmosphere. The yellow leaves of ginkgo in the small courtyard in the front were smashed all over the ground by the rain. When you open the back door, you can directly see the quiet and quiet place in the lingering rain. the sea.

The location is excellent, and the environment is clean and beautiful.In other words, the house is worth a fortune.

The head of the Southwest Road, surnamed Dong and named Southwest, wore a loose coat and sat on the small covered balcony drinking coffee and eating breakfast, leisurely watching the fine rain falling on the sea.

"Ding..." The doorbell rang, and the Southwest Taoist curled his lips in displeasure. The nanny asked for leave yesterday, and today he even had to come to open the door by himself.

Walking slowly downstairs, passing the living room on the first floor, I was tainted by the secret and long-lasting scent of incense. The pajamas in the coat and the chicken nest also set off the aftertaste of the three-point fairy style, and the seven-point extraterrestrial demeanor.

"Pa-ta..." As soon as the door opened, East and West looked at the person at the door. It wasn't the secretary of some high-ranking official or the lover of some big bull. Years old, looks a bit familiar, but Daoist Southwest used every cell in his body to express a message: I don't know this person.

"Uncle Southwest," the young man pushed the glasses on his face before speaking, with no expression on his face.

"...Who are you?" Daoist Southwest hugged his chest, revealing a bit of social scorn, and his immortal demeanor weakened a bit.

"Zhou Yibei, son of Zhou Que," the young man stood at the door dragging his luggage, his whole body wet.

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"I don't care if you come to study or to travel. I don't raise idlers from east to west. It's the same if you are my senior brother's son. You pay the rent when you stay. Two thousand and two a month, water and electricity are not included. There are three chapters in the agreement. Before seven o'clock in the morning You are not allowed to disturb me after eight o'clock in the evening, and you are not allowed to ask me for help if you do private work, you have to clean the room you live in, and you are responsible for cleaning the house when the nanny doesn't come... Do you understand?" Sitting on the grand teacher's chair, shaking the gold-painted antique tea set, he finished a series of words in one breath, his tone was unhurried, but the speed of speech was very fast. I can't figure out what emotion.

"Got it, Uncle Master," Zhou Yibei stood facing the Taoist priest in the classically furnished hall, his short hair and clothes wet by the rain were stuck to his body, "Is there anything else?"

Dongxinan looked at the well-behaved and sensible nephew in front of him, "Let me explain to you first, if you can't bear it, you can move to the school dormitory. Living here is not as comfortable as you think."

Zhou Yibei adjusted his glasses, "It's not convenient to live on campus, don't worry, uncle, I won't disturb you."

"Then you have to be in charge of cooking..." The Southwest Taoist stood up, pressed Zhou Yibei's head, and moved his face in front of the young man's nose, "Also——no smoking."

Zhou Yibei responded, clenched his fingers that were chilled in the rain, and there was an imperceptible tension on his body.

The reason is that Yi Bei's eyes are similar to yin and yang eyes, but they are more rare to summon ghosts. His brows are clear, and ghosts and gods are frightened. Unfortunately, this eye has a lot of disadvantages. It is inconvenient to recognize people and see things during the day. Wearing glasses didn't relieve me too much. Things farther away during the day are foggy, and my eyesight will be normal after the sun goes down.

Zhou Yibei usually couldn't see people clearly, but after getting used to the blur, he was a little afraid of being too close to others, and Dongxinan was half a stranger to him.

The slender hands left his head, Zhou Yibei rolled his eyes to the ground and breathed a sigh of relief.

A hand suddenly pinched his red-hot ears, and Dongxinan teased with disgust, "Why are your ears red? I'm still ashamed to see your senior uncle? Brother Zhou really doesn't know how to educate children, how old is he?" , I still blush when I talk to people."

Zhou Yibei hung his head and said nothing, but the roots of his ears involuntarily became hotter.

Zhou Que is also a master praised by everyone in his generation. He himself can't understand why his own son is so stupid. Apart from being fairly decent, he should be more diligent, work harder, and have better talent than others. right!Useless!How can a Taoist priest who doesn't know how to babble be a good magician?Who can't starve to death when he is an expert in the world these days?It's better to live well than to talk fast. When three buckets of rice are killing the living, this kind of son really makes people worry about his future life.

Fortunately, he was admitted to the university of Yuedao, and he was able to be disciplined by his junior brother from Southwest, who was the first in the industry nearby.

Zhou Yibei heard the sound of walking away from east, west and south, and raised his head to look uneasily, but he couldn't see anything clearly in his blurred vision... Before he came here, he had heard people say that this Uncle Southwest is a powerful character, not only He is a famous talker, and his Taoism is easy, no one dares to challenge him.Zhou Que asked him to come and train with this uncle for a few years. The biggest reason why he didn't object was because of this. He wanted to learn Taoism from this rumored miraculous Taoist priest.

It's true that Zhou Yibei doesn't talk much, but Zhou Que said that he is more diligent and talented than others, that's all to be polite to others. His son is not a material for being a god, but it doesn't mean that he is not a material for Maoshan Taoist priests , he is obsessed with seeking the Tao, Zhou Que can't believe that this thing was born by himself. It is common for him not to go out for three or four days and not to talk. If he is idle, he can either draw symbols or read Taoism classics. Talent can be counted as such. He is one of the best young people in his generation, but the more he is like this, the more Zhou Que is afraid that he will become crazy in Taoism in the future. If he is not crazy, he will not become a Buddha, which is never what his parents expect.

The heat in the ears receded, Zhou Yibei stood where he was, two pieces of clothes were thrown into his arms, the Southwest Taoist crossed his chest and looked at him, his tone was cold, "Hurry up and put on dry clothes, I have to take you to the doctor if you catch a cold …By the way, the kitchen is upstairs, so get ready to make lunch."

"Understood, Uncle Master..." Zhou Yibei glanced at the clothes in his hand and responded briefly. In order to seek the Tao, he has always been modest.