After being abandoned by the gods

As the largest sect of Taoism, Wuqing Pavilion has many disciples, but a closer look reveals that the foundation is already rotten. Greed, lust/desire, money, bullying, and even lust/desire are gradually being ignored.Just like a towering giant tree that has stood for a hundred years, it looks gorgeous and tall, but its root system has long been rotten by ants.

But these are not things that He Daofan, who is an outer disciple, would think about. What he thinks about every day is how to make his ancestors in his room happy.

Xi Songhan is too picky and delicate, like a pleasing painting worth a thousand dollars, it should be offered in a high hall for people to appreciate.

But He Daofan felt that he couldn't give him this condition, and he could help him make some snacks. Sometimes he couldn't even make some soup if he wanted to - after all, Ganoderma lucidum is not common.

"Follow me, you suffer."

He Daofan, who was sweeping the yard, suddenly raised his head, and said to Xi Songhan, who was sitting in the subordinate reading a book enjoying the cool air, with a very self-blaming tone.

It is said that a loving mother often loses her children.The kind-hearted He Daofan raised a white-eyed wolf. The white-eyed wolf was sitting at the table, and the book in his hand was borrowed by someone else. After hearing this, he didn't feel embarrassed, and nodded casually: "Well, then treat me better."

What better?

Clothes are served by water, and delicacies are fed. If you don't work all day long, you will almost become a painting on the wall. The food that the head of the Wuqing Pavilion eats is probably not as nutritious as him, so he can still say that people are right. He is better.

If it was someone with a temper, he would probably quit the picker and throw him down the mountain.

Fortunately, what he met was He Daofan. It was good for this kid to be cautious. Even Xi Songhan bullied him like this, so he didn't feel sad and wronged. Let him drink Ganoderma lucidum soup every day and eat Tianshan snow lotus dew.

Xi Songhan leaned lazily under the tree, he didn't know that he owed the young man so much guilt that his intestines turned green.

He Daofan pursed his lips, swept the yard silently, took out the prepared snacks and put them on the table for the ancestor, and then went down the mountain with a small basket on his back.

People who have lived for too long are not as sensitive to time as ordinary people. Xi Songhan sat until the sunset and realized that He Daofan had not returned home. He stared at the gate of the courtyard, put down his book and hesitated whether to go down the mountain to look for it.

Just when he was about to get up, the boy came back with a basket on his back.

"Today we have Ganoderma lucidum snow lotus soup, there are many, many."

He Daofan put the basket in front of him, which contained a few beautiful ganoderma lucidum. His face was covered with thin beads of sweat, but he was filled with a bright smile. He looked at the young man in front of him brightly, as if he was waiting to hear He compliments.

Xi Songhan never hesitated to praise, nodded: "Very good."

"Then let's go down the mountain together tomorrow, shall we?"

Xi Songhan is seldom willing to go down the mountain. In the past, he lived for 33 days and was reluctant to go out when someone carried him, let alone let him walk by himself. The person whose master wakes up.

In fact, it's a bit funny, Hua Zanglie didn't affect him when he was alive, but after he died for so long, Lou Guanxue learned his bad habits by ten percent.

But in the final analysis, it still depends on the phrase "a loving mother loses her children" - He Daofan indulged him too much.

Xi Songhan doesn't like to go out, but for Lingzhi's face today, he compromised: "Only this time."

"it is good!"

He Daofan stewed a large bowl of soup for him, as if to reward him for being willing to accompany him down the mountain, Xi Songhan looked at his bright smile and was slightly taken aback.

Next time, perhaps it is not impossible to accompany.

Since he is so happy.

But there will be no next time.

Wuyi Town, the back residence of the Lin family.

Xi Songhan was stopped in front of the door by a group of servants with sticks, and there were hurried footsteps behind him.He turned his head and saw a majestic middle-aged man rushing towards him in a rage. Behind him, a group of Yingying and Yanyan were crying and crying.

"Master, since he doesn't want to stay, why do you have such a deep affection for him?"

"That's right, my lord, you just think of him as dead, but he's just a bastard, it's a waste of your affection!"

Xi Song's face was as cold as ice, and he asked coldly, "The person who came with me?"

The middle-aged man said angrily: "I told you earlier, he left! Why don't you believe it! He said he couldn't support you, begged me to accept you, told me to treat you well, I was ready to do it for you You have dispersed all your wives and concubines, what are you going to do?"

Hearing this, a group of Yingying and Yanyan were pale and crying even more.

Xi Songhan's complexion was even worse than theirs: "Lie, he won't do that."

The middle-aged man was furious, pointed at those women and said: "Ask them, ask them which one didn't say that when they were sold in, and which one was betrayed. Don't you think that the heartbroken man will come back to pick you up? It's written in black and white, and you Take a good look for yourself!"

As he spoke, he took out a piece of paper from his pocket and threw it at him forcefully.

The paper was so light that it couldn't bear the force at all, and it floated to the ground before reaching Xi Songhan.Xi Songhan pursed his lips, took a few steps forward, and bent down to pick up the paper.

The familiar handwriting of Goubai came into view, Xi Songhan's fingertips trembled slightly, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood almost angrily.

The middle-aged man looked at him trembling with anger, and knew that he was really dumped by a heartless man before he was sold into his house. .

After hesitating for a moment, he softened his voice and said: "He said, you are picky about Jingui and have a strange temper, you are unforgiving and picky, let me tolerate you a lot. Don't worry, I will give you silver taels for the girls in the mansion. Let them all go, I..."

He paused, not daring to look at him, and said in a low voice, "I'll just leave you alone, and I won't let you suffer."

A group of Yingying and Yanyan cried almost heartbrokenly, and couldn't help casting envious eyes at him.

They have been in the mansion for so many years, and the master uses them as vases to play with. How can this man be favored by the master?Is it because he is good-looking?

They were envious, but Xi Songhan's face sank like water, and he couldn't see the slightest bit of happiness.

"He is him and I am me. I will get back the silver you gave him for you. I have no interest in you!"

After speaking, he tore up the contract of selling himself face to face.

Before the group of people had time to react, Xi Songhan turned around with a flick of his sleeves, the wind was blowing under his feet, and he flew up to the clouds in a blink of an eye.

There was a moment of silence in the house, and then an unprecedented exclamation erupted—"I, I, I... Did I see him fly just now? Did he fly out? Master, did you see that, he can fly! "

The middle-aged man stared blankly, looking at the cloud where no one was there long ago, unable to regain his senses for a long time.

The outer door of Wuqing Pavilion, in the dilapidated small courtyard.

The sun has been setting for a long time, but the heat has not dissipated.After He Daofan fetched water and took a shower, he tossed and turned on the bed and couldn't fall asleep. He felt that the scorching heat seemed much unbearable without that person, so he could only move a stool and sit under a tree to enjoy the shade. He took a big cattail fan in his hand and opened it to His collar kept flapping.

In fact, he was very sad and reluctant, but there was nothing he could do, blame him for his incompetence, and let him live a good life.

After following Master Lin, he will live in the golden house, have endless millennium Ganoderma lucidum, and never have to suffer anymore.

Just when he thought more and more and felt that he was doing the right thing, it suddenly began to rain, and the big raindrops kept falling down, getting bigger and bigger, and a strong wind blew up.

He Daofan hurriedly moved all the drying things back into the house.

After moving, the clothes are almost wet.

About to replace it—bang!

The door was pushed open vigorously.

He Daofan was taken aback, before he could turn around, someone grabbed his left wrist from behind and pulled him away.

The icy breath rushed towards his face, Xi Songhan was drenched all over, his face was gloomy and cold, like a ghost who had just crawled back from hell to take his life.If the two hadn't been together for many years, He Daofan might have recognized him.

Xi Songhan stared at him: "He! Dao! Fan!"

"..." He Daofan shuddered subconsciously when he was called by his first and last name for the first time, feeling that he was a little scary, so he didn't even dare to say anything.

Xi Songhan successfully interpreted his fear as a guilty conscience, trembling with anger: "I'm picky? Jingui? Has a bad temper?"

"You have an unforgiving mouth and love to pick on you?"

"Don't move!" Xi Songhan growled, He Daofan was so frightened that he didn't dare to struggle immediately, he was shaking like he was sifting chaff, he dared not cry even if he wanted to cry, his legs were trembling, and he almost slid down the door panel.

Xi Songhan seemed not to see his fear, and continued to ask, "You sold me? He Daofan, how dare you?"

He Daofan cried, trembling: "I can't support you, you will suffer if you follow me, his family has money, he will treat you very well, it is better for you to follow him than to follow me..."

"Then do you know what he bought me back for?"

"It looks good on display. They all say that he is good. Many beautiful women are used as vases in his house. You are so good-looking, and you can also be a beautiful vase. You should place it..." His voice was coldly watched by Sison. The next little bit disappeared, and finally it was completely inaudible.

"You actually sold me?"

There was a sound of wind and rain outside, accompanied by thunder and lightning, and the oil lamp was extinguished early.He Daofan was pressed against the door like this again, so scared that he cried and changed his tone: "He is better than me, he will not let you suffer, he said he will treat you well..."

"Do I need it?" Xi Songhan leaned closer to him, stared at him, forced him to retreat, almost suffocated: "How dare you throw me away? I really wanted to strangle you to death."

He Daofan broke the pot and cried, "Why don't you go with him? I can't afford you. I can only treat you well. There is nothing more. I really have nothing..."

Xi Song's cold eyes were deep: "Why not?"

"The Ganoderma lucidum is finished, there is no more, the snacks I make are the same, you don't eat the meals I cook, I can't learn those chess, I can't learn those words, I can't read those books, I can't understand... ..."

Xi Songhan couldn't bear it anymore, he pressed the man against the door panel, and severely blocked his chattering.

If you get angry after hearing some words, just don't listen to a word.The person under him trembled slightly, the place that was touched trembled slightly, his hands were locked on top of his head and he couldn't move, his grievances whimpered and cried in the sound of wind and rain, looking pitiful, like being trapped outside the window. The pitiful little white flower that was devastated...

The drenched clothes slipped to the ground, and the rough door panel rubbed his snow-white back red. Afterwards, the dustpan containing the beans was knocked down hard and spilled all over the floor.

He Daofan cried and said, "My beans...just dried..."

Xi Songhan ignored him, bit his earlobe and asked, "Will you sell me again next time?"

"No...don't dare...I won't sell it anymore, I was wrong...uh ah ah ah..."

The author has something to say: Sure enough, I guess the word count is another fart.