Cooking Dragon Kee

The old bird perched on the cold branch flies away, the tip of the branch is so lightly passing over the surface of the Gujiang River, and the star-point ripples sway in circles. I picked up a crane cloak to cover my body, and Zhongnan Mountain was covered with snow all the year round, and it came down silently at night, covering the riverside with white snow, and the world was boundless.

He, Wu Qin, built this Warm Smoke Pavilion on the mountain. It was originally just a pavilion built on the water of the Gujiang River. Later, he begged for it from his master Xu Zhouzi. He went to the mountainside to cut bamboo and build a house, because he thought the Gujiang River was too deserted. Therefore, it is necessary to use the word "nuan" to be lively, so the former "hookah pavilion" was changed to "warm smoke pavilion", and it has lived in it for tens of thousands of years.

A bamboo branch was inserted in the stove vase on the low table. The green bamboo leaves were shaken by the cold wind blowing in because the door curtain was opened. By the way, snowflakes also rushed in. Wu Qin opened his eyes and saw that it was the junior sister Hannuo was frozen in the air, took out a few books from her arms and put them on the side of the couch.

"It's really cold today. By the way, fourth brother, what is cooking in the stove outside your house?"

Banruo then sat next to Wu Qin, opened a nearby book and said: "Your pot lid seems to be not closed tightly, and you can see the movement inside the pot from a long distance, as if something is coming out."

Wu Qin closed his eyes and said calmly, "It was fished in Gujiang this morning."

Putting down the book in his hand, Banruo went to pick the bamboo leaves in the stove, and said with a smile, "What a treasure you caught, so you don't have to worry about the things inside jumping out if you put a big pot outside to cook."

"Don't be afraid, I used some methods to trap him."

Banruo just stopped the hand that was stretched out to pull the bamboo leaves, and hurriedly got up and walked towards the outside of the house.

It was a pity that the bamboo curtain was lifted again, and Wu Qin who was lying on the couch was suddenly covered with biting cold, and then he heard the sound outside.

"Hot hot hot hot hot! I'm scalding to death!"

The bamboo curtain was torn down, and a round figure was wrapped like a flower roll until Wu Qin's bamboo couch, and at a glance, he could see the junior sister who was standing on the snow outside, holding the pot and looking into the house.

The good fellow crawled out wet from the bamboo curtain, wearing a big red robe, with two horns on top of his head, he was staring at Wu Qin on the couch with innocent eyes and cursed:

"Okay, you brave fisherman, I just ate a few mouthfuls of your bait, why don't you put me in the pot!"

The young man spoke with a straight voice, he looked like a serious son of a family, but his face was a little tender, and he didn't look childish. It seemed that he was only at the age of the crown, and he was much younger than Wu Qin.

"Why did you only eat a few bites of my bait? You drove all the fish and shrimps in the Gujiang River these days. Not only did you steal all my bait, but you also made me unable to catch fish for a few days. It's good now, my door curtain It was also torn by you."

Wu Qin got up and shook off the crane cloak, sat on the bamboo couch with Erlang's legs crossed, and hummed again, "How old are you, still stealing food like a child?"

Mentioning his age, and comparing him with children, he was obviously laughing at him. The young master simply lay on the ground, making a grimace at Wu Qin and sticking out his tongue:

"You cheapskate, if you eat some of your food, you will cook me. I will tell daddy later, and teach him to peel your skin and tighten your tendons!"

Originally, he didn't go into the meaning of these words, but because his father is the Dragon King of the South China Sea, he always used these words to scare him since he was a child. After a long time, he naturally eavesdropped on it, and followed suit. Come.

Hearing this, Wu Qin knew his origin. The theory of peeling skin cramps originally came from the Dragon Clan. Seeing the horns on his head and wearing silk and brocade all over his body, he couldn't help snorting coldly:

"Who am I? I'm just the son of the Aoqin family, Dragon King of the South China Sea, and I dare to come to Zhongnan Mountain to watch Qingxia and make trouble!"

This sentence really frightened the rambunctious guy on the ground, causing him to be stunned for a moment, and he looked at Wu Qin with a muffled blushing face.

The stove outside the door has long since disappeared from the little junior sister Banruo, and they probably left long ago when they quarreled.Wu Qinji pulled on a pair of cloth shoes and walked out of the house. He still didn't forget to push the grass curtain on the ground to him, and scolded:

"You should put this curtain back for me. When I come back, the house must be in good condition, otherwise I will deal with you."

After finishing speaking, Wu Qin raised his feet and rushed up the mountain. According to his little junior sister's footsteps, the kung fu just now should not have reached halfway up the mountain. Wu Qin used the wind escape technique, but he was waiting for her at the stone steps halfway up the mountain. .

Prajna appeared in front of Budeng, tilted her head and said to him: "What's the matter, the book was returned to you on time."

Wu Qin took advantage of the gap between her words to put on the cloth shoes under her feet, and the words of left and right turned into her stomach, and said: "Just now you lifted the lid of the pot and let the livestock out to mess around. You must give me an explanation."

Seeing Wu Qin mentioning the Little Dragon King, Prajna thought it was funny, and said back to him: "Aotang, the youngest son of the Dragon King's family in the South China Sea, they all call him a demon king of the world, born with a golden spoon in his mouth, and the family is too spoiled with him, you And let him go, just treat it as a favor to the old Dragon King, and there is no need to get angry with him."

"Then what about your little aunt, when will you be here?" Wu Qin said, but his heart still trembled. It was simply that his little junior sister, Prajna, had an elm head, so naturally he couldn't detect the subtle changes on his face.

So Prajna really said straightforwardly: "It's about time for Mo Sishi, you go down the mountain and wait first, you can always see her."

At the beginning of every month, Banruo's aunt would always come to Zhongnan Mountain to get together with Master, and it was this day that Wu Qin was eagerly looking forward to.

"But Fourth Senior Brother, your house at the foot of the mountain..."

After being reminded by his junior sister, Wu Qin also followed his eyes to the warm smoke pavilion in his house at the foot of the mountain, and saw a green smoke curling up there, and then the fire lit up, and it shot straight into the air.

"Could it be burning?" Before Banruo finished speaking, Wu Qin had already rushed down the mountain.

Since ancient times, it is easy to do bad things with good intentions. Wu Qin could not have expected that he just wanted the animal to put the curtain back.

Zhulian hid beside the stone lion. Seeing Wu Qin coming, he looked bitter and shouted:

"I accidentally knocked over the pot of charcoal fire outside the house. I originally wanted to stand on a stool to install bamboo curtains for you. I didn't expect to fall and knocked down the stove. The wind just blew some fire shavings Floating in, I don’t know what to touch and it will catch fire.”

Wu Qin's heart sank. Even if he rushed into the fire room alone, he couldn't think of using magic to protect his body. He could vaguely see the stove bottle on the low table in the firelight, and he stretched out his hand to grab it into his arms. The flakes of fire that fell scalded his wrists, and he didn't care about it, he ran desperately to the bookcase in the corner. Fortunately, the fire hadn't reached this area, but he shook it out from the books and papers in the cabinet. A picture, hidden in the cuff,

As soon as he ran out the door, a gust of rain poured down, extinguishing the fire in the Nuanyan Pavilion and cooling Wu Qin's heart.

Unexpectedly, seeing Wu Qin ran into the fire desperately, the little dragon king became anxious, and resorted to his housekeeping skills to divert water from the Gujiang River and pour it on his head, which not only extinguished the evil fire, but also wet Wu Qin's whole body.

As the so-called karmic retribution of good and evil, Wu Qin and his junior sister set fire to Master Xu Zhouzi's meditation room when he was young. At that time, he put all the responsibilities on Prajna. It seems that retribution has returned now.The Buddha said, "Reveal the truth and uncover the truth, and Boluo will reveal the truth." Wu Qin didn't bother with him who was hiding behind the stone lion. He came to the bank of the Gujiang River alone and washed the stove bottle and bamboo leaves in the river water. .

What he has learned from his master for ten thousand years is the habits of Buddhism and Taoism.

But this is the bamboo in the vase, the painting in the sleeve, don't throw it away, don't forget it.

Otherwise, he would be really innocent and would not be able to exist in this world.

The painting slipped and fell by the river when he got up, and when Wu Qin wanted to reach out to take it back, a pair of bare hands picked it up for him, and then it was slowly uncovered.

The woman in the painting is about twenty-eight years old, just at the age of youth and beauty. I saw her sitting in front of the flower window, holding a scroll in her hand, her eyes were slightly twitched, her mouth was smiling, and she looked out of the window lightly.

Wu Qin immediately withdrew his outstretched hand, and stood by the river for a moment speechless.

"When did you paint me? I didn't know you were so skillful. It's just that the me in this painting is much younger and more beautiful than the me now."

The rising sun along the river made the waves behind her glisten, and even the snow covered in plain silver was beautifully set off by her.

"Fairy Ci Jing is absurd, but I just learned fine brushwork from my master for a few days, and my brushwork is clumsy, not enough to describe the fairy's demeanor. I hope the fairy will forgive me." Wu Qin took a few steps back when he said this, and knocked on his foot in a panic He didn't care about the furnace bottle at all.

"Choose another day and draw another one with me, so let me collect it." Fairy Ci Jing put away the painting and handed it to Wu Qin, before she said sadly: "It would be great if my sister could also leave a painting in the world. .”

She sighed with such a sad face, Wu Qin saw that she nodded to him slightly disappointed, and then flew to the top of the mountain in white clothes fluttering.The small boat that was docked by the river before also swayed like a green leaf and disappeared with the wind.

Wu Qin's gaze followed her all the way to the forest, and he regained his thoughts after not seeing her for a long time.At this moment, he finally remembered something important, and he turned fiercely to look at the stone lion, but he couldn't see the slightest sign of the animal.

It was obvious that he was still grimacing in the blink of an eye, that's all, Wu Qin put Dan Qing back into his sleeves again, and looked at the warm smoke pavilion by the river that had been burned to ashes, and at this time it became a "fire smoke pavilion".

"Fortunately, she is still there." Wu Qinnian thought that this painting was rescued in time, which is a blessing in misfortune.

The wind from nowhere blew the bamboo curtain beside the stone lion into the air, and after a few flutters, it landed not far from Wu Qin's feet. After all, he still sighed "Sin", picked up the bamboo curtain, and looked at him. Make a house of dry wood.

"Don't ask me to arrest you when the time comes. It's no problem to peel your skin and cram your tendons."

He lit the fire in the furnace with the real fire of samadhi, so he can't blame others if he burns his own house. It's just that Wu Qin has quit doing such stupid things for a long time, and his temper of vengeance has also stopped for a long time.

The author has something to say: it is the end and the beginning.