Heaven is fearless

"...the universe is prehistoric, leek egg yolk..." Yan Wujiu's eyes were blank, and he was muttering something in his mouth. Out of curiosity, Yaochun leaned over and listened carefully, and heard a bunch of nonsense .

"Pfft..." She covered her mouth and laughed, Yan Wujiu raised her head faintly, her fierce eyes like a little wolf caught Yaochun who was snickering.

Yaochun was not happy seeing him, and knew that boys of this age couldn't stand losing face, especially Yan Wujiu, who claimed to be his protector, made him lose face. This kid can quietly remember a year. , so he hurriedly got to know each other and begged for mercy: "Okay, little Jiuye, don't be angry."

With a smile, she poured the orchid cake that was removed from the plate after only two mouthfuls into a handkerchief, wrapped it up, and quickly stuffed it into Yan Wujiu's arms: "Take it and take it home to eat, and be careful when you go to school." Body."

The daily pastry and fruit plates in Nianchun Pavilion are a huge expense. Although the guests who come here are not the powerful group, they are either rich or expensive. Almost all the fruit plates removed from the private room are untouched. But it can’t be done a second time, most of them are sold to small shops, and the rest are cheaper for the girls below.

Yan Wujiu ran errands and bought small things for the girls in Nianchun Pavilion, which was very popular with them, and sometimes he would go home to get some leftovers to eat, but the others just turned a blind eye and pretended they didn't see it.

Yan Wujiu didn't care about other people's sympathy, so he skillfully wrapped the handkerchief in his arms, showing a sweet smiling face dedicated to business, and patted his chest: "This month's protection fee has been received. Grandpa covers you!"

Yaochun laughed, the turtle slave at the door was climbing on the ladder to light the red lanterns under the eaves, the sky was gradually sinking, there was a noise of carriages and horses on the street, the girls in the building were calling the maid's name, looking for jewelry Clothes, tea and makeup powder, waiting to pick up guests at night.Probably, where there are many women, disputes of one kind or another are unavoidable. The little girls running up and down the stairs holding the girls' clothes will occasionally bump into each other, and the girls will scold them angrily.

"Yaochun! You haven't changed your clothes yet! The lights will be lit in a while!"

On the second floor, a girl with long disheveled hair was holding one hand and patted the railing and shouted loudly. After shouting, she turned her head and went back to the room, and slammed the door with a loud bang.

Yaochun is a dancer, who is specially accompaniment to the top oiran in the building, and the person who called her is the top oiran of Nianchun Pavilion this year.

Yaochun curled her lips, exchanged a tacit look with Yan Wujiao, and gently pushed him on the shoulder: "Go back quickly, isn't your husband teaching you tonight?"

Jiujiu, a little ruffian who often hangs around in Liuxiang, Huajie, found a monk who can read and write. This incident quickly spread to most of Changpingfang. Most people laughed at him. , Do you still want to learn how to take the number one scholar and become an official?

Yan Wujiu didn't care what they said, when he came out of Nianchun Pavilion, the ordinary flower street in the daytime had already lifted off the thick veil, revealing the sparkling eyes underneath.

The red lanterns are hung high, the streets are full of traffic, and the women in full makeup lean on the railing and look down. When they see the guests they like, they throw down the paper flowers and silk handkerchiefs in their hands and invite them to come up for a while. The lingering mist soon enveloped a street, and there was a long and soft music in all the laughter, and the wind wrapped around it became lazy and fragrant.

Yan Wujiu was like a thin and inconspicuous little fish, waving his gray fins, passing through the bustle of luxury and gold, and disappearing into the quiet and dark alley.

Unlike the Flower Street separated by a wall, women's laughter and singing can still be vaguely heard here, but it is much blurred. The moonlight shines down coldly, making this narrow alley pale and desolate.

Yan Wujiu has walked this road countless times. He must pass by here when he returns home from Nianchun Pavilion. A nine-year-old child walking alone at night seems very unsafe no matter what time it is, but there is nothing else. The solution is that Yan Duotang would wash clothes for others to subsidize the family when he was free, and the place where the clothes were collected was even more remote, Yan Wujiu refused to let her come here no matter what, Yan Duotang had to give up.

He walked this road by himself since he was six years old, until he was nine years old, for countless days and nights, accompanied only by a moon above his head that sometimes does not exist, at first he was terribly afraid, but now, even being afraid is normal.

It seems that once you get used to it, you will no longer be afraid.

"Stretch out your hand like that, touch me like that, sister, touch the tip of my sister's hair, oh, osmanthus fragrance on my sister's head..."

He emboldened himself and hummed a little tune he had heard from the girls in the building.

"Extend your two hands——"

"Eh--"

"Eh?"

Yan Wujiu's voice stopped hesitantly, and he stammered in the middle of the road. At the end of the alley was a suddenly wide road. A monk in black and plain clothes was walking towards this side. He was dressed in clear moonlight and his eyes were steady Tranquility, walked face to face with Yan Wujiu.

Yan Wujiu stood there stupidly, facing this gentleman whom he had just met yesterday, he was still writhing all over, feeling uncomfortable everywhere, opened his mouth for a while, then opened his eyes wide and exclaimed: "Monk, you Going to find a girl again?!"

This road only leads to Huajie, he will not pretend to be sentimental and think that Fanxing is here to find him, since he is not here to find him, then it can only be...

Yan Wujiu's face wrinkled, but Fan Xing had already walked in front of him, stretched out a hand to press on top of his head, his tone was still gentle and non-smoky: "Call sir."

Having said that, it was just a casual reminder, and he would not be angry if Yan Wuzheng did not correct it, but he would remind him patiently every time.

"The poor monk doesn't look for girls." Without waiting for Yan Wujiao to say anything, Brahma once again blocked his mouth, imitating what the child had teased him before, "The poor monk doesn't listen to ditties, doesn't watch dances, Do not recite poems to make right."

Yan Wuzhen flattened his mouth resentfully: "Okay, then what are you doing here?"

Fanxing clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, the poor monk is here to check your homework."

Yan Wujiao: "..."

The child's eyes widened in horror: "What did you say?!"

Fanxing answered all questions: "The poor monk came to check your homework."

Yan Wujue took a step back: "Gong, homework?! What homework?"

Fanxing also looked back at him innocently: "I taught you the thousand-character prose this morning. You said you already knew the first thirty characters. Go back to review at night, and the poor monk will come to check it."

Yan Wuzheng swallowed: "Then...that should wait for me to go back..."

Fanxing stretched out a hand towards him, with the palm facing up, and the Buddha's smile under the moonlight was as serene as a Youtan Qinglian: "Yes, the poor monk waited for you not to come back, so he came to pick you up."

Yan Wujiu's pupils contracted very quickly, looking at the hand in front of him, it was as if he had seen some beautiful and terrifying monster, as if it would devour him completely in the next second.

However, without waiting for Fanxing to make any further moves, Yan Wujiu quickly stuffed his little hand into Fanxing's palm, grabbed his fingers fiercely, as if afraid that he would run away, and said fiercely in a low voice: "Pick up people as soon as you pick them up, why are you making so many excuses! Is Master Jiu the kind of person who dare not walk around at night? This area is all covered by him!"

Fanxing smiled slightly and listened to his eloquence, only glanced down, and saw the pair of red ear tips hidden in the black hair.

"Actually..." Fan Xing paused, thinking about how to start, Yan Wujiu held his hand tightly, stopped talking only after hearing a short sound, turned back to look at him, and waited for him to speak.

This child is not forgiving, and his words and deeds are rough, but in fact he is very sensitive and delicate.

"What are you going to say? Why are you as coy as Yan Duotang?" Fan Xing couldn't speak for a long time, Yan Wujiu furrowed his small eyebrows solemnly, blinked his eyes twice, and suddenly tilted his head to look around Fan Fanxing, "Oh, don't you be the kind of person who can't speak? I've seen people like you. There are often such guests in the building. They can't speak when they see girls. A He faltered and blushed, last time a guest came, and he blushed when he faced the tortoise, and he blushed for a long time without being able to say a word, which frightened the tortoise into thinking that he wanted to be chaste..."

As soon as Yan Wujiu started talking, he talked endlessly, from the guest to Mr. Gui, and from Mr. Mr. Gui to the girl in the next building. It's not like Brahma will interrupt a person's character, and he doesn't say a word from beginning to end. Leo listened patiently. In the end, it was Yan Wujiu who came back from a thousand miles away, and looked at him with big bright eyes: "So what did you want to say just now?"

After being ridiculed by him, Fanxing suddenly felt that it was not too difficult to say something. After a pause for a while, he said slowly: "The poor monk just wanted to say that picking up people is picking up people. Your homework, poor Monks also have to check."

Yan Wujiu turned pale in shock, and turned his head abruptly: "What! Isn't that just an excuse you made?"

Fanxing was even more surprised than him, with blank eyes: "Why did the poor monk make excuses? The poor monk came to pick you up just to check your homework."

Yan Wuzheng's expression became tangled, and finally he rushed forward a few steps in a rage, he still held Fanxing's hand and refused to let go, so Fanxing was also pulled by him and walked a few steps quickly, the two of them crushed The moonlight shuttles through the low houses.

The houses here are built in random and disorderly manner, and outsiders will get lost in it if they are not careful, but Yan Wujiu is like a fish in water inside, pulling Fanxing almost without looking at the road, just walking inside.

"This thousand-character prose has no meaning at all, I don't want to memorize it anymore." Yan Wujiao grumbled and complained, "It's all four-character chezilu language, and they say the same thing over and over again, at least It's so boring."

His voice was not high, but the words were clear in Fanxing's ears.

The monk in white didn't get angry when he didn't want to learn this, and asked kindly, "Then what do you want to learn?"

He also asked this question exactly the same to Busheng, Busheng is gentle and not someone who would take the initiative to pick and choose things, so he didn’t know how to answer this question. Luminous, jumping on the spot: "I want to learn your kung fu! The one that caught me that day, blah blah blah blah blah! Like a swordsman in a play, it flew up!"

He spoke excitedly, gestured with one hand in mid-air to sweep with a sword, his little face was flushed with excitement.

Fanxing responded to every request, nodded slowly: "Okay."

Then he took out a thin volume from his sleeve, and handed it to Yan Wujiu: "Here is a volume of swordsmanship, poor monk, and there are [-] moves in the sword manual written by a peerless swordsman, you can follow them to practice. "

Yan Wujiu looked at the sword manual, then at him, with a suspicious look on his face: "Peerless swordsman? How peerless?"

Fanxing thought for a while: "No. [-] in the world, the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords."

Yan Wujiu's eyes lit up, and instead of asking why the sword manual written by such a powerful person was in Fanxing's hands, he grabbed the sword manual and eagerly flipped through it, and then his speed of flipping through the book became slower and slower, excited The expression also gradually solidified.

Yan Wujiu finished flipping through a book, pondered for a moment, wiped the title page of the book to smooth out the wrinkles, and handed it back to Fanxing respectfully, with a serious tone: "I think I may not be suitable for practicing swordsmanship. Is there another choice?"

Fan Xing took the book, and the pages of the book were densely packed with intricate and elegant strokes, without any pictures to indicate, it almost made people's eyes straighten at a glance.

Fozi put away the sword manual, and took out a piece of silk cloth folded squarely: "Soft and hard whip method?"

Yan Wujiu took the silk cloth suspiciously, and shook it away. Dozens of lines of characters were written on it with thick ink, and the ink had penetrated into the back of the silk cloth. The written book is different, each line of the characters here is very crooked, and some strokes and characters are almost flying against the silk surface.

Yan Wujiao froze again.

He pursed his lips and looked at these words for a long time, showing a disgusted expression: "Who wrote this? It's not as good as the one just now. Is this also a very powerful person?"

Fanxing said "hmm": "When it comes to whipping, there is nothing better than heaven and earth."

Yan Wujiu struggled for a while staring at those flamboyant characters, and finally gave in: "That...is there any one with only pictures? It's the ones with villains..."

He gestured with his fingers twice, describing the appearance of those martial arts secret books in his imagination, Fanxing put away the silk cloth, and stuffed this thing, which can be called a peerless treasure in a certain sense, back into his sleeve: "The drawing of a villain with pictures... ..."

The monk was silent for a while, then suddenly asked quietly: "Do you want the one with one person, the one with two people, or the one with three people?"

There are also different numbers of skills, one person has the most skills, two-person swordsmanship and three-persons swordsmanship are not absent, Fanxing asked this meaning, but Yan Wujiu was obviously stupid when asked.

Yan Wujiu, Yan Wujiu was out of his body when asked this question by the pure and ascetic monk!

After all, he is a nine-year-old kid, and theoretically he knows a lot about men and women, but this is the first time he mentioned it openly, especially when the person who mentioned it to him was a monk!

Monk!

Yan Wujiu has not yet cultivated the thick skin of a city wall in the future. In a few years, he might invite Fanxing to come and see him with a smile. But at this moment, he only feels that Tianling Gai is puffing. There was smoke, as if the whole body was burned, and he stammered: "You, you monk Hua! You still have this kind of comic book! Wait - still, still...there are three more people?"

He fell into some kind of indescribable shock, Fanxing and him looked at each other, and after a while, under Yan Wujiu's increasingly distorted eyes, the monk hesitated and asked: "You...are you trying to mess up something? Are you talking about the art in the room? Although Buddhism does not practice this, Taoism has many such exercises, which can strengthen internal strength, but you are too young to practice this kind of exercise."

Fanxing was upright and calm from the beginning to the end, and he was not at all shy when talking about the "art in the room". It's not an evil way, even if you are a Buddhist practitioner, you won't feel that there is anything wrong.

But this reaction still shocked Yan Wuzheng completely. His mind was still full of "three people", mixed with Fanxing's explanation, and it was difficult to separate the two, only to realize that he had misunderstood , His face turned red to bleed, his mouth moved, but he found that he couldn’t look directly at those "martial arts cheat books with pictures", so he closed his eyes in despair: "He... sir, you taught me how to read Well, I must study hard."

Fanxing looked at his heroic expression as if he was going to die bravely, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and said softly, "Okay."

Yan Wu puffed his cheeks sadly: "But what's the use of me learning this, do I really want to be the number one in the exam as they say?"

Although he didn't care about these words, he listened to them.

He, Yan Wuzheng, is going to take the No. [-] Scholar exam?

Putting these words together, even he himself finds it ridiculous, not to mention other people's opinions, Yan Duotang only thinks that he worships Brahma to be a teacher in order to learn a few words so that he can do it and get more money accountant, or find a rich family to be a servant.

Fanxing didn't smile, he put his hand on the top of the child's head, the sound of gurgling spring water carried the warmth of his palm into Yan Wujiu's heart: "No. [-] scholar? Do you want to be the No. [-] scholar?"

"You make it sound like the number one scholar is easy to take the exam." Yan Wujiu pouted, thinking that the monk was stupid for chanting Buddhism, and he didn't even know what the number one scholar was, and he was about to give the Buddhist science popularization with a small mouth The difficulty of taking the No. [-] Scholar exam and the scenery of the No. [-] Scholar, and by the way, he talked about the lively deeds of the No. [-] Scholar riding a horse and parading the streets during the imperial examination last year, and his voice was full of pure envy.

When he said a word, Brahmacharya responded with both hands, and Yan Wujiu was so excited that he didn't see the cold ambition in the monk's lowered eyes, which was completely different from his appearance at the moment: "What you want to do is Appoint the person you think is suitable to be the champion, instead of being pointed out to be the champion."

Yan Wujiu seemed to have heard him say a word, but couldn't hear clearly, so he turned his head and asked, "What did you say?"

The monk in white smiled warmly: "The poor monk just said that you are not suitable to be the number one scholar."

Yan Wujiu nodded in agreement: "I think so too..."

The lively voice of the child resounded all the way, and was left behind the long shadow drawn by the two with the moonlight.