Xianjun wants me to be his Taoist partner

What is the most interesting thing in life?It's not about being happy and enmity, not being arrogant, and not being ordinary, but all the inadvertent deja vu.

For example, Wei Buming, who just fell into a coma after inhaling the poisonous gas a moment ago, felt dizzy in the next second.

"So? That's why you woke up to fight with your teacher?"

The man as gentle as water looked at the disciples who were hard at work copying the textbooks with a fake smile, and the smile on his face was extraordinarily kind.

After all, anyone who kindly wakes up a dozing person in the study, but ends up being punched and killed by him, then even a living Bodhisattva will become an angry-eyed Vajra, let alone the already black-bellied Huazuijun.

Wei Ming took a sip of his tea, and said deeply, "No, it's probably because Master, you look too much like a bad guy."

"It's a pity, everyone says I have a good face." Hua Zuijun shook his paper fan and said helplessly: "It's just a trivial matter of 'Zhouzhuang Dream Butterfly', let alone such an unreal nightmare. We have been together for so long , don’t you know why a teacher is a person? Even if the whole world bullies you and insults you, a teacher will definitely stand in front of you.”

"And then stabbed my heart with a sword to kill my relatives righteously, or mocked me viciously at close range and fell into the forbidden place now?"

"Ming, do you know that whenever you speak, I really want to hit you."

"I know," Wei Ming nodded and continued: "But I also know that you, as the drunken king, will never do things like punching and kicking children for the sake of face."

"...You know too much, but forget it." Hua Zuijun put down the paper fan, shook his head and said helplessly, "The city lord has agreed to let me out of the city in the middle of next month and return to my hometown."

"What!" Dou Da's ink smeared the paper, Wei Ming said in surprise: "How is it possible, Father!"

"Indeed, the city lord was worried that my departure would expose the location of Laifengcheng and attract outsiders to peep. But the past few years of getting along is enough for us to have a long talk and understand both sides. Laifengcheng also has problems in Laifengcheng. Although the outside world is chaotic, there are also outsiders. The benefits. For us now, communication is more important than concealment."

"So in the last month, please young master study hard, don't think about the usual three days of drying fish and two days of fishing." Hua Zuijun patted Wei Ming's forehead, turned around and left the study humming a little tune.

Slowly stopping at the corridor, through the door, Hua Zuijun tapped the palm of his hand with the back of his fan, and said softly:

"Goodbye, Buming." After that, Hua Zuijun never appeared in front of Wei Ming again.

what happened?Obviously he remembered Mr. Hua Zuijun because his father didn't let him leave, and because he saw that the paradise in his mind was not perfect, he turned everyone into demon corpses in despair.But now, has the stubborn father loosened the attitude of getting along in the past few years?

Wei Ming put down the pen and ink in his hand, ignoring the fine homework left by his master and pushed open the wooden door. In an instant, the garden was full of spring scenery, countless delicate flowers were colorful, and the fragrance shocked everyone.

By the way, the study in their Weifu, except for the one used by the father for office, has always been built on the four feet of the garden.

so beautiful!

Because of the spell, it will always be frozen in the best moment of life, which is so beautiful that it seems false.Wei Ming picked up a stone with no expression on his face. It was so beautiful, but it was false, as false as a dream.

"Ah!" He slammed the back of his hand mercilessly, and the next second Wei Ming was rolling on the ground with his palms in his arms, tears and snot all over his face, and the screams lingered for three days without a break.

"Aches, aches, aches..." Wei Ming gasped for breath, panting for a cup of tea on the ground, and finally regained his strength.

"It's clearly a dream, how could there be pain?" Wei Ming frowned as he looked at the red palms, "Could it be that I was really a dream before?"

It's not a dream, but why is it so real? Every moment makes him feel very distressed.But if it was a dream, why would he feel pain?After thinking for a long time, not only did Wei Ming fail to come up with a reason, but his brain was exhausted, and now his stomach is growling with hunger.

This call made him want to eat sour fructose.And when he thought of sour fructose, he couldn't help thinking of some white figure and his superb craftsmanship.

Lightly licking the corner of his lips, Wei Ming waved his red pig's trotters to greet the boy from a distance without thinking: "Uncle Wang, can I ask you to call Shen Qinghuan over?"

"Shen Qinghuan? This, is someone from our residence?" The wrinkled man touched the back of his head and knocked his head, never thinking that Weifu had an additional servant named Shen Qinghuan.

"Um, it's Wei Huan." Only then did he remember that Shen Qinghuan was the name in his dream. Wei Ming took the tea that Uncle Wang handed over and said with a smile, "I accidentally slipped my mouth, anyway, it was the name I reported to you back then. That child, my book boy, you just call him over."

"Oh, you're talking about him." Hearing this, a smile appeared on Uncle Wang's face again. He squinted his eyes and said in doubt: "I know this kid, but isn't he a sugar seller at the west entrance of the city? Even if you're drowsy, you can't casually recognize the school boy."

"The sugar seller? But isn't he a descendant of the invaders? Can others tolerate him?!"

When a person is excited, the tone of voice will be amplified a bit.In a place like the garden, Wei Ming's voice is deafening!

Uncle Wang was so frightened that he hurriedly put down his carrying pole and covered Wei Ming's mouth, "Hey, my little master, where did you hear this? Which naughty little Bopi told you?"

The matter of the invaders was a taboo, and the city lord ordered that it should never be mentioned again. At that time, the young city lord obviously had a high fever and lost his memory and forgot everything, so why did he suddenly know the offspring of the invaders.

"Hey, no matter who it is, young master, don't listen to the nonsense of those servants."

Uncle Wang sighed and said, "A child is so innocent. What did his parents do wrong? When will he be a baby? The city lord has said that if he doesn't even have this kind of heart, what right does he have to be born in Taoyuan? Wei Ming's child Although he is taciturn and doesn't like to joke, he is also kind-hearted, he is a good boy, young city lord, please don't make things difficult for him."

This is not a random worry, the Young City Lord is a child at heart, and everything must be right or wrong.If you hear some rumors and think that the other party is a bad person, then there will be some troubles, and you will have to waste the painstaking efforts of the city lord.

In the end, it took Wei Ming a lot of effort to break away from Uncle Wang's teachings, and at the same time, secretly inquired about Wei Huan's residence.

When sneaking out of the Wei Mansion, he walked through the garden, and even saw Qin Se and Ming's parents who had been eating together for a long time. The two people were very affectionate, which he had never seen before.

The street outside was also full of people and traffic. Everyone had happy smiles on their faces. Seeing them like this, Wei Ming's heart softened a little. He smiled, but tears poured out for some reason.

Fortunately, it happened that someone was getting married, and everyone gathered around the motorcade to watch the excitement, but no one noticed that their eccentric young city master was secretly wiping away tears.

It takes half an hour to travel from Wei Mansion to the west of the city, but Wei Ming was impatient, so he simply executed the Instant Body Art and came to a certain alley in the west of the city in an instant.

Then he was shocked by the team in front of him.

A hundred meters away from the entrance of the alley, there is a small shop that is only three people wide, and it is densely surrounded by customers, especially the girls in red and green, all of them with heavy makeup and nervous expressions, as if they are not a sugar shop but a temple fair lantern festival. .And the thing that makes them so abnormal is naturally the boy who sells candy in the shop.

Qingsong is not as strong as him, and Youlan is not as graceful as him.His whole person is like a red plum that remains independent from the world, lonely and refined.

For some reason, Wei Ming looked at the young man, obviously thinking about meeting him and eating candy, but seeing that he couldn't move at all, he simply squatted outside the iron bucket without any image, and lifted two Sticks pretend to be trees.

The boy is really a good-looking person, otherwise why are there so many girls chattering around him?Looking at those red-faced women, Wei Ming felt a surge of pride in his heart - people in this world still have discernment, such a good child should not be buried by others.You shouldn't... be bullied and reduced to a beggar.

He should be extraordinary, he should stand out, nothing else, because he is good enough, because he should be.

He squatted at the entrance of the alley for a long time, watching the other party sell all the candies little by little, dismiss all the customers, then clean the shop and close the door, until the other party's figure completely disappeared in the depths of his pupils, and then slowly got up.

I didn't notice it when I was squatting, but when I stood up, I found that my legs were so weak.Wei Ming leaned against the corner and beat his legs, waiting for his legs to return to normal before going back home for dinner.

Maybe the purpose at the beginning was to find each other, but what about after that?Tell him about the bizarre dream?Or should I ask him to prove that what I have experienced is not a dream?Or grab the other party back home and continue to be your little book boy?

Why bother?Wei Huan's life is very good now, he has a stable job, there are many girls who like him, except that he has no father and no mother, he has all the necessary conditions for happiness.What's the point of appearing in front of him if I can't provide him with anything?To remind him of the fact that he was descended from the invaders?

Anyway, I am not irreplaceable.

Feeling inexplicably depressed and with a hoarse voice, Wei Ming wiped his eyes indiscriminately and buried his head in the depths of the alley, before bumping headfirst into the person's arms in the next second.

"Feel sorry!"

"Feel sorry!"

The bumper and the victim apologized at the same time, Wei Ming raised his head subconsciously, and saw a familiar figure appearing in front of him, holding a bag of sour fructose in his hand.

"Have we met?" Wei Huan stared at him and frowned.

The round flesh on the little boy's face was still intact, and his frowning was not as lethal as before. Wei Ming's heart beat wildly when he heard this, but he didn't want the other party to alienate him in the next second: "You squatted not far from the shop door. It's been a long time."

The flat, toneless tone was the inherent tone he used to treat strangers and even ordinary people, but not to himself.

So, is it all just a dream?

"Ah..." Wei Ming smiled awkwardly: "I heard that your sour fructose candy tastes good, so I came here. I didn't expect that there were so many girls in front of the door, so I was embarrassed to go forward, and ended up squatting until the shop was closed. "

"Sorry, blocked your way home?"

Hearing this, the young man shook his head and said, "No, I'm here to find you."

He personally handed the sour fructose candy to Wei Ming and said in a low voice, "Here is the candy. My name is Wei Ming. How about you?"

"You," Wei Ming hesitated for a while, but instead of answering his question, he asked, "Do you like to wear white clothes?"

"No, white clothes are not suitable for work."

"That's it." Wei Ming forced a smile, shook his head and refused the candy, "My name is not important."

"But I want to know." Even though he was rejected, Wei Huan still held the candy and handed it to Wei Ming, "My intuition tells me that this is very important."

"When I was young, my intuition told me that playing games is more important than reading and writing, and catching birds and hunting is more important than wielding swords." Wei Ming quietly made a sudden decision, and disappeared into the alley in an instant, leaving him alone. Alone and helpless in the empty and deserted alleys.

As long as people think about it, the days go by very quickly.

For example, Hua Zuijun left, sister Xiu married Uncle Wang and retired, and then she grew up on her own, and in an instant she was half a forehead taller than her father.

During the few days when Hua Zuijun left, my mother was a little depressed for a few days, but fortunately, my father took good care of her, and it didn't take long for her to return to normal.In middle age, the two wanted to ignite the long-lost flame of love, and the two became more and more gluey, inseparable.

So when Wei Ming became an adult, his father conveniently handed over the seat to him, and he brought his mother to live in seclusion on a suburban mountain outside Fengcheng.

Time can really change a lot of things, for example, the naughty young city lord has grown into a handsome, mature and steady man.For example, the candy from Wei Huan's house in the west of the city is spread all over the city, for example, the young city owner stopped eating candy one day, for example, even he gradually forgot the bizarre nightmare when he was young.

Only once, on the day when he became an adult, someone sent him a special sour fructose anonymously.No need for any information, Wei Ming just touched the cloth bag and guessed the source.He carefully kept the candy in the bag of spiritual objects, but he didn't want to be busy with official duties after succeeding to the city lord, so the bag of spiritual objects disappeared into the sea of ​​people.

In this way, the two gradually grew up, and in this way, the two lived along their own tracks, and in this way, they have no intersection since then.

It's just that sometimes, those who have already become city lords will feel that something is wrong with their life, and when they look at the empty bed and the people around them, they will also feel that something is not right.Therefore, despite his busy schedule, he also selected three children in the city to be his apprentices, two boys and one girl, all of them were quiet and composed.The girl is not greedy for money, the two boys have no talent and are not easy to be bullied, and none of them are not good at wielding knives. They are perfect apprentices, but he is not motivated.So much so that they handed over their teaching work to others within a few days.

He heard that Chengxi Wei Huan had also taken in an apprentice, a young girl in her [-]th year, the two of them stood together and looked like a beautiful woman, and he even changed her name to Qin Shutong, everyone thought this was a sign that Wei Huan wanted to get married , I don't want to see the little girl crying and saluting, and rushing to the east of the city to guard the store in a few days.

Finally, one day, amidst a bunch of advice from old ministers urging him to marry a wife and have children, he rushed out of Wei Mansion without looking back, ran to the old shop in the west of the city, looked at the man who was making sugar, and begged : "I bought all the sour fructose in your store, can you change the name?"

"My lord, the Soul Dream Springs of Young Master Wei and Young Master Shen are fluctuating again, and they seem to be waking up."

"Then add more medicine." Shen Qinghuan casually directed a group of monks with dull eyes to stand on the formation.

"But...with the abilities of Mr. Wei and Mr. Shen, it's only a matter of time before they wake up. With their strength, keeping them is a disaster, so why not..."

"They are the formation eyes I prepared a hundred years ago. Without them, you think you can complete this Eight Diagrams formation only by relying on the abilities of these so-called famous monks and master masters." Shen Qinghuan shook his fan and smiled: "So now you can Take good care of them both."

"Look at them carefully. If I find out that a fingernail is missing, you are ready to become the nourishment of the Bagua formation like them, and become a mummy after being drained of the last trace of spiritual power."

Hearing this, the subordinate suddenly broke out in cold sweat, lowered his head and knocked on his head.

Seeing this change in expression, Mr. Hua Zui slowly took out a handkerchief and handed it to the other party, saying softly: "What's wrong with you, I'm just imitating the bad guys in folklore, how did I scare you like this? My It's not that you don't know your temper, how could you do something outrageous?"

"I'm a good person."

The author has something to say:

Huazuijun: I am a good person

Stupid and wealthy: Yes, yes, you are the best person in the world (if you are a good person, I will be the most diligent author in the world)

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