Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

Although Han Yuan was a bit older than Cheng Qian, he became his fourth junior brother according to the order of entry.Cheng Qian, a "closed disciple", only worked for a few days before he became a senior.

It can be seen that the back door of Fuyao faction is not closed tightly.

As for the beggar chicken... Naturally, most of them have entered the belly of the master.

Even the chicken couldn't stop the chattering mouth of Master Muchun. I don't know where he got such a habit of preaching. He asked while eating, "Where did the chicken come from?"

Han Yuan has a clever tongue and has a unique skill - he gnawed chicken bones without using his hands, and stuffed them whole into his mouth. His cheeks bulged a few times, and the brittle bones crunched for a moment before he could spit out a clean and complete bone.

He let out a "bah", rudely spat out the bones in his mouth, and replied to the master's words: "It was stolen from the village in front."

The Master said: "Don't talk when you eat, don't talk when you sleep."

Beggar chicken is naturally delicious, and Cheng Qian was hesitant to tear a chicken leg to eat with his master. Seeing this situation and hearing the ins and outs, Cheng Qian resolutely withdrew his hand back and silently gnawed on the stone-hard chicken. Pancakes.

Can this style of Han Yuan produce any stylish chicken?

From this point of view, although Cheng Qian is still young, his heart and principles are much firmer than his master with a hammer.

Master Mu Chun obviously didn't affect his appetite because of this, but he opened his mouth halfway during the chewing process, shook his head and said, "Don't ask me if I'm a thief, how can I, a cultivator, sneak around? Decent, don't be an example!"

Han Yuan muffledly replied, the little beggar didn't understand anything and didn't dare to refute.

"Sneaking is not okay, but cheating and abducting must be okay." Cheng Qian thought sharply next to him, and then he remembered the unknown tolerance he had given to Master in the heavy rain just now, so he could only sigh to himself a little vicissitudes He took a breath, "Forget it."

This fourth junior brother, Han Yuan, has a small nose and small eyes, and his chin is a bit overgrown. His small eyes are always shining with a lazy and slippery light, and he looks very unattractive.

Cheng Qian wasn't very happy when he saw Han Yuan, it's okay to look shabby, Han Yuan still has the title of "junior brother", and it's hard for Cheng Qian to feel good about all the words related to "brother" and "brother".But he just didn't like it silently, and on the surface he was still friendly and gentle without pretending to be tactful.

In the Cheng family, the newly cut clothes belonged to the elder brother, and the milk paste with sugar belonged to the younger brother. Cheng Qian never got good things, but he was often assigned to work.Cheng Qian was not generous by nature, so he naturally felt resentful, but he also listened to the old Tongsheng's often-talked-about "father is kind, son is filial, brother and brother are respectful", so he often felt that his resentment was unreasonable.

For such a little boy, he didn't have time to cultivate his self-cultivation skills. Cheng Qian couldn't really have no complaints, so he had to pretend that he had no complaints-now in the sect, he still behaves like this.

Now that the master backtracked and opened the closed door again, Cheng Qian seemed to have no choice but to become a senior brother.

There was some errands to do along the way, he came here as a senior brother, he had something to eat and drink, and it was never easy to do this after letting the master over to the younger brother, so Cheng Qian had to check himself from time to time, in order not to lose his respectability of being gentle, courteous and frugal.

Cheng Qian was always so demanding on himself—his father had been impoverished all his life, vulgar and irritable, and treated him badly. Hearing what Old Tongsheng said, Cheng Qian didn't dare to hate his father openly, so he could only pity him secretly.When the young boy dreams back at midnight, he often thinks that he would rather die than become a character like his father.

Therefore, this gentle decency is something he has worked hard to support himself in the confusion and cracks, and he must not lose it no matter what.

However, Cheng Qian soon discovered that although he had done a good job, this junior brother really didn't deserve any care - he was not only hideous in appearance, but also had a very annoying temper.

First of all, Han Yuan talked a lot of nonsense. Before he picked up this little beggar, the master was in charge of making noise all the time. After picking up this little beggar, even the real Muchun seemed much quieter.

The little beggar seemed to be inspired by Master's words about "stealing chickens and dogs", so he casually made up a story about how he defeated a ten-foot-long weasel and stole a fat chicken.

He danced and danced, with nose and eyes, and the ups and downs of ups and downs, all highlighting his personal wisdom and martial arts.

Cheng Qian tried to question it reasonably, and asked, "How can there be a weasel that is more than ten feet long?"

Han Yuan was provoked, and immediately puffed up his chest and raised his head to argue: "Of course it has become a spirit, master, can a weasel become a spirit?"

After listening to the story of the weasel spirit, the master was moved by some words, and his complexion seemed a little weird, like a toothache, or a stomachache. After a long time, he answered absent-mindedly and absent-mindedly: "Everything has an anim, and it probably can become something." Refined."

Han Yuan seemed to have been greatly affirmed, and he raised his chin slightly with a look that couldn't be concealed, and said in a strange way: "Brother, this is why you are so rare. Humans can cultivate into immortals, and animals can naturally cultivate into fairies."

Cheng Qian didn't answer, but sneered secretly.

If a weasel is more than ten feet long, its four legs must not be enough, and its long body must rub its belly on the ground to move.

Could it be that a demon cultivator has worked hard for a long time just to grind out a strong and hairless iron belly?

Cheng Qian couldn't understand Yaoxiu's picture, but he understood Han Yuan's picture.

This little beggar is like a leech growing out of a stinky ditch, once it smells the smell of blood, it will desperately absorb and snatch it, with viciousness in its bones——Han Yuan is competing with him for his master's favor.

The little beggar seized every opportunity to show his master his extraordinary bravery, and at the same time smeared his "weak and deceitful" senior brother every now and then. The fourth junior brother came to a half-sour conclusion: "A gentleman is always poor, but a villain is too poor. [Note]—Little beast, what is it!"

After Cheng Qian heard the story of Han Yuan's "bravely fighting the weasel spirit", the next day, he saw with his own eyes how "heroic and extraordinary" his little animal brother was.

That day, Master leaned against the bottom of the tree to take a nap in the afternoon. Cheng Qian looked through an old classic in the master's back basket. But he enjoyed it and didn't find it boring—no matter what was written in Master's scriptures, this was the first time in his life that he touched a book openly.

The two young disciples picked up by Master Mu Chun, one is as still as a wooden stake, and the other moves like a horse monkey.

At this time, Han Mahou didn't know where he went, and Cheng Qian was so happy that his ears were clean. Who knows how long he was clean, and Han Yuan came back crying again.

"Master..." Han Yuan hummed coquettishly.

The master's answer was to snore softly and delicately.

Han Yuan continued to howl, and while howling, he glanced at Cheng Qian next to him.

Cheng Qian suspected that the master had actually woken up, so he just pretended to be asleep, intending to see how their senior brothers get along with each other. Now that the junior brother was crying like this, he ignored the inconvenience of being a senior brother, so he had to put down the old scriptures and asked pleasantly, "Why?" ?”

Han Yuan: "There is a river in front of me. I wanted to catch fish for my master and brother, but there was a big dog by the river, and it chased me."

Cheng Qian sighed secretly, of course he was also afraid of evil dogs, but Han Yuan's eyes rolled wildly, the words have already reached this point, the younger brother is filial to the older brother, catches fish, and is bullied by animals. The reason for shrinking your head?

He had no choice but to pick up a big stone from the ground, weigh it in his hand, stand up and follow Han Yuan to the river, and continued to say with a pleasant face, "Okay, then I'll go and have a look with you."

Cheng Qian was well prepared, if he really ran into a vicious dog, he would smash the rock in his hand on the back of his junior brother's head, making sure to smash the little beast into a big ripped melon, and then hand it over to the dog. brother to deal with.

It's a pity that when the two arrived at the river, the dog had already left, leaving only a few rows of small footprints on the ground.

Cheng Qian lowered his head and studied the two lines of footprints, and estimated that the "vicious dog" was less than a foot in size, and it might be a naive little wild dog.

Han Yuan, this little bastard, can't do anything, can't eat enough, eunuch flatters the world, has no skin and no face, is as timid as a needle nose, and only knows how to fight for favor when his bragging is rumbling.

Thinking this way, Cheng Qian put his hands holding the bricks behind his back, looked at his useless younger brother gently, and didn't want to hit him anymore - Cheng Qian didn't want to be as knowledgeable as him.

The two hurried back with the fish they had caught, and the master had already "woke up" and was looking at them with kindness and comfort.

When Cheng Qian met his master's gaze, he felt heavy in his stomach and felt unspeakably vomit.

Before he had time to say anything, Han Yuan approached obsequiously, and described in front of the master with embellishments, "How did senior brother want to eat fish, and how did I defeat a vicious dog as big as a cow? The story of how the earth drilled into the ditch to catch fish".

Cheng Qian: "..."

He almost made this talented junior laugh angrily.

In this way, Cheng Qian followed an old liar and a calfskin dealer for more than ten days.

The three finally arrived at the sect.

It was the first time in Cheng Qian's life that he traveled far away from home. Because he was accompanied by the wonderful master and junior, he saw many strange situations in the world by the light, and he was quite calm.

At first, he didn't have much hope for the "Fuyao faction", which he thought was a grass-roots team at first sight. He thought, it might be a pheasant Taoist temple in the wilderness in the wilderness, and he had to wear clothes that were not obscene, but smiled when he entered the door. The often-talking "Patriarch" burns incense and kowtows.

But the sect was far beyond Cheng Qian's expectations.

I saw that the Fuyao sect occupied a small hill by itself. The mountain was surrounded by water on three sides. Looking up at the foot of the mountain, the green waves in the mountain were like raging, and the wind had left traces.

The twittering of insects and birds is accompanied by occasional chirping of cranes, and occasionally a glimpse of white shadows can be seen passing by, immediately filled with a fairy air like a fleeting shadow.

There are gentle stone steps in the mountain, and it can be seen that someone cleans them from time to time. A small stream flows down from the top of the mountain, lingling.

Climbing up the stairs to the halfway up the mountain, Cheng Qian saw shadowy courtyard houses on the top of the mountain, and a simple and mossy stone gate on the mountainside stood in front of it, with the word "Fuyao" written on it flying and flying.

Whether the writing is good or bad, Cheng Qian can't see it, he just feels that the two words are about to fly from the door, and there is really a kind of arrogance like flying into the sky and diving into the abyss.

This place is not some unworldly fairy mountain surrounded by clouds and mist that does not eat the fireworks of the world, but there is a certain indescribable beauty in the mountains. Cheng Qian felt it as soon as he stepped into the mountains, and his whole body became lighter when he breathed.

He glimpsed the palm-sized sky from the shade of the green trees, and a unique sense of the heights of the sky and the earth rushed to his brows when he was sitting in a well watching the sky, and he was so comfortable that he wanted to laugh and shout around the mountain.

But Cheng Qian held back—he didn't dare to make noise at home, for fear that his father would beat him up.Naturally not here, for fear of losing the gentlemanly status he overheard in front of Han Yuan, a dirty villain.

The master patted the heads of his two newly picked disciples, and said kindly: "I will follow the master to burn incense, bathe and change clothes later, and the master will take you to pay homage to your..."

Cheng Qian thought casually: "The patriarch who always smiles?"

The master said: "Elder brother."

The author has something to say: Note: A gentleman is always poor, but a villain is too poor——"The Analects of Confucius Wei Linggong"