After crossing the road, I married the leader of the demon sect

The old drunkard and the old wandering doctor discussed how to "fight poison with poison".

The old wandering doctor picked up the straw mat that was used to dry the medicine and shook it, spread it on the ground, and asked the old wandering doctor to carry Yue Heng onto the bamboo mat.

The old drunkard carefully laid Yueheng flat, and carefully adjusted the angle, muttering: "Show more time in the sun and grow taller."

The old traveling doctor was wiping his hands when he heard the words "tsk tsk" twice, "He has an apprentice after all, look at his enthusiasm."

"That's right." The old drunkard raised his white beard and shook Yue Heng's two slender legs, "Look at my apprentice's legs, I'm destined to be a big man in the future!"

"Okay, don't talk nonsense, come in." The old traveling doctor opened the curtain.

The two entered the room one after the other, suppressing their voices, "Decided?"

"Decided."

"That medicine..."

On the bamboo mat, Yue Heng quietly raised his eyes after fading from the alcohol, turned left and right, and observed carefully.

The spring sun is warm and warm on people.Yue Heng spread his hands and feet and slid on the bamboo mat. His white and tender upper half of his face was hidden in the shadow of the eaves. From this angle, he could see the blue sky and the rolling green hills in the distance.

"If you don't run now, when will you wait!" Yue Heng muttered, holding the bamboo mat with his small fists and was about to get up.

"Plop—bang."

Yue Heng knocked his head on the straw mat.

"What's that sound?" The old alcoholic in the house opened the window and stuck his head out. Seeing Yue Heng on the ground sleeping soundly on his side, his vigilant eyes immediately turned into a smile, "Oh, my good apprentice is sleeping."

The old drunk closed the window.

"Ugh..."

On the bamboo mat, the child held his head, holding back tears into his eyes. "Why is the child's body so delicate, it delays my running!"

Yue Heng learned his lesson this time. He landed on all fours and slowly crawled back along the eaves.

"Cuckoo~"

The hen in the vegetable field raised one paw, shaking the chicken's neck, staring at this strange scene with black bean-like eyes.

Where did the big bug come from, can it be eaten?

The flock of chickens was about to move, "cuckling" and took a step that was a hundred times lighter than Yueheng, approaching the sneaky child.

"Go, go, go!" Yue Heng stretched out his chubby hand to drive away the flock of chickens, and made a threatening voice from his mouth.I just don't want to, the alcohol in his body has not dissipated, he is still top-heavy, his limbs were not walking steadily, and when one arm was removed, he wobbled even more.

"What are you doing?" A curious voice sounded from the top of Yue Heng, like thunder exploding in his ears, making him tremble in fright.

"Ouch!"

Before Yue Heng could react, his center of gravity was unstable and he fell forward, grabbing the ground with his head.His body was soft, and by chance, he rolled in a circle, with his head down and his face up, and the old drunkard's two future long legs hung on the visitor with a "snap".

Yue Heng kept his upper body on the ground and his lower body on the "wall", his heart was pounding and his smile was tense, "Hello!"

The visitor was ten years old, dressed in green clothes, with his hair tied behind his head, a wooden hairpin inserted, his hands and feet tied tightly with cloth strips.He carried a medicine basket on his back, looking as if he had just returned from a trip.Even though he came back, his whole body was still neat and clean, not a single trace of dust could be seen.

He lowered his head to look at the two little feet pointing at him, looked at the black footprints on his clothes, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he took a step back.

Yue Heng's feet seemed to be nailed in the air, and he didn't put them down. He raised his head and looked at the person curiously, and then greeted seriously, "Hello!"

"Hello..." The man finally said helplessly, "Don't you put your legs down?"

Yue Heng's legs "slapped" to the ground.It's just that he didn't expect the straw sandals on his feet to be crumbling when he just rolled, and found that as soon as he let go of his legs, the straw sandals flew out directly with his strength.

The two people on the ground looked up and watched helplessly as the straw sandals spun and jumped in the air, and finally fell straight down, landing on Yueheng's face with a "slap".

The scene suddenly quieted down.

"Cuckoo~"

It's boring, it's gone.

The flock scattered.

"If you lose face more times, you won't lose face anymore!" Yue Heng said in his heart.So he took the shoes off his face with a natural expression, grinned against the shoe prints, and smiled brightly.

"Hello there!"

"..."

"what's your name?"

"Old medicine boy."

"Wow, but you're not old at all!" Yue Heng followed behind the old drug boy, as if he had found a little friend.

He looked him up and down, thinking that he was no better than himself, but this child has lived to this day, which shows that those goblins don't eat children!

Yue Heng immediately regained his spirits.

Holding the medicine basket, the old drug boy turned around, and was staggered again by Yue Heng who didn't stop the car.

"Oh, be careful." Yue Heng's face was as big as a basin, and he firmly refused to admit that he was distracted.

The old medicine boy rolled his eyes, tiptoed ferociously, put the medicine basket on the table, and slapped Yue Heng's claws that were stretching towards the herbs.

"Touch again, bad hands!" The old drug boy threatened.

"Oh." Yue Heng rubbed his stomach, aggrieved, "But I'm hungry."

Where did this ancestor come from!

The old drug boy grabbed the doll that reached his chest, nodded his forehead and said, "Then you just stay here, and I'll get you buns, little dwarf."

Another bun.

Yue Heng was depressed in his heart, with an expression on his face, he praised casually, "You are not bad."

"!" The old drug boy burst out with veins on his forehead, and picked up Yue Heng, "No matter how much you talk, I won't give you shit!"

"Huh? Do you usually eat shit?" This kid is good-looking, so why does he still have this problem?Yue Heng was a little disgusted, and took a step back cautiously, afraid of hurting his self-esteem.

So he grinned at the old medicine boy.

"..."

Lao Yao laughed childishly.

The spring sunlight falls on the two children, one big and one small, through the screen window, and the high and low shadows are reflected on the wall.

The tall shadow raised his hand.

"Ouch! Ooooooooooooooo help Master, someone hit me!"

Yue Heng slammed into the door like a firecracker, followed by a murderous old drug boy.

"Master, help! Help me!" Yue Heng frantically knocked on the door with his red-headed little paw.

Why is a teenager so smart!It's understandable that he can't outrun the old drunkard!Why can't a ten-year-old child run away!

QAQ goblin!

Must be a leprechaun!

The old drunk poked his head out, looked at Yue Heng who was frantically reaching out to him for help, and laughed loudly, "It's okay, the children are playing."

The old traveling doctor nodded.

"boom."

The closed windows close the hope of survival.

"Master!" There was an expression of disbelief in Yue Heng's eyes, and he felt a gust of cold wind blowing from his neck, and a sinister voice rang slowly in his ears.

"Come on, I'll have fun with you."

"Ow!"

After being beaten, Yue Heng became more honest and sat on the threshold waiting for his meal.

The old drug boy looked ten years old, but his hands and feet were nimble. He wore an apron and rolled noodles for Yue Heng.

Yue Heng quietly raised his eyes, wondering what kind of master and what kind of apprentice.The old traveling doctor was dressed in white clothes, and his apprentice was dressed in green clothes, with a handsome face.

Looking at his master, no white clothes, white beard, coarse sandals, a rough man!

Yue Heng scratched the mosquito bites on his legs, and wiped away the tears that flowed from his mouth, we will be rough people from now on.

He muttered to himself here, and the old drug boy at the stove said casually: "I'm not the apprentice of an old doctor, I'm just a drug boy."

"You are the only apprentice in the village."

"Ah?" Yue Heng raised his head in a daze, "Isn't Yao Tong an apprentice?"

"Is Yaotong an apprentice?"

Yue Heng blinked, smiled obediently, and changed the subject, "Is my face ready?"

"No, wait."

The old drug boy squatted in front of the stove, throwing firewood into it.

Yue Heng waited for a while, and asked twice before speaking again for fear of being beaten, he looked down at the ants queuing up to move, tilted his head to look at the hen supplemented with protein, and swallowed his saliva.

"By the way, why are you called Lao? What is your surname Lao?"

The old drug boy didn't turn his head back, the dim flames reflected on his handsome side face, the young man was full of heroism, but his face was expressionless.

"You can treat it like this."

Yue Heng rolled his eyes, "Then besides my master, the old doctor and you, who else is there in the village?"

"Old Fairy, Old Tailor, Old Scholar...you'll get to know each other in the future."

"Oh." Yue Heng said seriously: "I see—is my face healed?"

Seeing that the old drug boy showed the expression of wanting to beat up the child again, Yue Heng changed the subject again: "Oh, it's said that you do as the Romans do, I think I should have the same name as you!"

A smile flashed in the old Yaotong's eyes, "Little baby, you know a lot, and you know how to do as the Romans do?"

"That's not right!" Yue Heng scratched the mosquito bag with a serious face, "Since everyone's surname is Lao, why not call me Lao, Lao... Daddy!"

The old drug boy: "..."

"What did you say your name is?"

A big hand mercilessly twisted Yue Heng's ear.

"Oh, oh, oh, I'm not called Dad! I'm joking! Woohoo, Master!" Yue Heng begged for mercy.

The old drunkard loosened his hands slightly, Yue Heng took the opportunity to save his ears and slipped under the table.

"Then I'll be called Lao Tzu." Yue Heng thought he was safe, and hid under the table with his arms folded, with an expression of "If you think this name doesn't work, I can't help it".

"Heh, brat, you've got a lot of guts!" The old drunk glared, rolled up his sleeves, and grabbed the brat.

The old Yaotong was expressionless, fanning the fire with his fan, ignoring the sound of thunder and bangs coming from behind him.

Outside the door, the old traveling doctor was holding a palm-sized gourd in his hand, and poured the wine mixed with most of the water into the gourd.The gentle breeze blows his long hair, covering his weather-beaten eyes.The old traveling doctor sighed, poured the pink powder into the gourd without hesitation, and shook it well.

"Oh, oh, oh, I don't call me Laozi, I don't call me Laozi! I, I, I, I are called Master! It's okay to call Master Master!"

Yue Heng was carried out of the door by the old drunkard.

The old drunkard took the gourd handed over by the old traveling doctor. There was a red string tied to the gourd, and he put the red string into Yue Heng's head.

"What?" Yue Heng, who was circling in mid-air, touched the little gourd, a little fond of it.

"I've thought about it for my teacher, and if I ask you to be a teacher, I have to let you see my old drunkard's ability." The old drunkard walked out with Yueheng in his hand, and came to a flat place with strides.

A large bluestone is covered on the flat ground, which is flat and smooth, as if it was protruded from some palace.The quilts were drying on the bluestone, and he drove them into a pile with his feet, and put the Yueheng he was carrying on top of the pile.

Yue Heng shook his little butt in satisfaction.

soft and comfortable.

"The old drunkard is about to punch!"

The wind of news generally blows into the village of Shangou.

Yue Heng felt that he had just sat firmly, when suddenly a group of people appeared from nowhere, holding a chair and a bench, holding a teacup with peanuts and melon seeds, and their eyes were full of interest.

Yue Heng scratched his head, thinking what is this for?

"Old guy, go on!" The old doctor laughed loudly, and threw out a jar of wine that was taller than constant and fatter than constant, as easy as throwing out a stone.

"Wow." Yue Heng subconsciously exclaimed.

"Hey." The moment the old drunkard held the wine jar, there was a sudden commotion around him.The slight evening breeze stirred his gray hair and gray linen clothes.

Yue Heng subconsciously slowed down his breathing, watched the old alcoholic slowly take off the wine seal, and said in a low voice: "Today there is a lonely guest of wine, and the young man will be with him forever."

"Apprentice, take care of yourself."

The old drunkard's eyes were suddenly sharp, and he stared straight at Yue Heng through the air.His hair was messy and white, and his eyes were like eagles and tigers, like stars and fire, bright and quiet, warm but vicissitudes.

Yue Heng subconsciously clenched the wine gourd on his chest, and suddenly saw a gray-clothed knight standing in front of him without a sword or a sword.He smelled a faint aroma of wine, mixed with shallow but distinct blood.

The old guy at this moment, how can he be a bastard who threatens to be disobedient and eat children!

The clear wine draws a beautiful arc, wets the white hair, and wets the coarse linen.Under the sunlight, Yue Heng's pupils became clearer and shallower, reflecting the old drunkard's shaky footsteps.

The sun was shining brightly, as if gathering into a beam of light and falling on the old drunkard.

"Bang." In the sound of rushing through the air, the old drunk suddenly punched, attacked, and lowered his waist. The wine jar as heavy as a child rolled along his arms and rolled onto his shoulders. Standing up suddenly, the wine jar has already landed safely in the other hand.

Yue Heng's pupils constricted—the old drunkard's movements were too fast, so fast that his eyes couldn't catch the speed of the old drunkard's punches.

The wine jar rolled up and down, left and right, and the old drunkard jumped and danced.He is a drunkard, and his mind is clear when drunk; he is a boxer, unexpected and careless.

Walking and stopping, roaming around like a dragon or a tiger, ethereal and hard to find, fists as dense as a rope.

Yue Heng was dazzled and couldn't breathe for a moment.

This...is this Drunken Fist?

It's not the same as what he thought!

"Den."

The flying wine jar landed safely in the hands of the old drunkard. The old drunkard staggered, his face was reddish, and he raised his mouth and laughed.

There was no drop of water at his feet.

In this altar, not a single drop of wine has fallen.

The wind made a bend and sent a green blade of grass.

The old drunkard staggered and walked towards Yueheng accompanied by applause from the people in Shangou Village.

The more you persevere, the brighter your eyes become.

This drunken fist looks so handsome!

The old drunkard... so handsome!

He seemed to see a generation of heroes standing in front of him, rebellious, energetic, and heroic.

"Master's fists and feet are not unrestrained?" the old drunk asked loudly.

"Stylish!" Yue Heng's eyes sparkled.

"Is Drunken Fist bold and unrestrained?"

"Hero!"

"Do you recognize Master?"

"recognize!"

"Do you want to learn Drunken Fist?"

Yue Heng held up the little gourd, "I want to learn Drunken Fist!"

"Come!"

When the big wine jar met the small wine jug, the old drunkard Xiao Yueheng smiled similarly.

"Done!"

"Don't—" the old traveling doctor stretched out his hand, but he didn't say anything to stop him.

"Ha, good wine!"

Yue Heng wiped the corners of his mouth dry, with a smile on his face, then rolled his eyes and passed out.