Whoever says that the heart of an inch of grass can be rewarded with three springs

A Taoist dressed in a dark green Taoist robe, with a soaring bun on his head, and holding a Bagua cattail fan was walking on the road to Kunlun in a hurry.If he can't climb another mountain peak, he can reach the cave where he lives - since that year, he began to accept his first apprentice here, and he didn't bother to go back to his Yuquan Mountain, so he has been living in this Kunlun Mountain - Although he was full of travel and dust, he was very happy in his heart. This trip down the mountain was very rewarding. After another three months of closure, another copy of "Yuzi" will be published soon.

Although the eldest girl is not around, no one will share his newly enlightened Tao with him, but this does not affect the joy brought to him by the birth of the new work.

But this joy only lasted until the second before he stepped into the cave where he lived——

The entire cave was in a mess, with bamboo slips and paper remains everywhere... Reverend Yuding stared blankly at everything in front of him, opened his mouth wide, and couldn't recover for a long time.

Is this a thief? Is it a thief? Is it a thief? ! ! ! !

"Ah--what bastard--" Daoist Yuding, who finally came to his senses, went crazy, holding the "corpse" of those bamboo slips and crying so sadly, "My book! My baby! Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow …My hard work! Which bastard? Which bastard did it? Don’t be caught by me, or I will tear you to pieces! Throw your corpse into the wilderness!!!”

"Whose body do you want to tear into pieces and throw into the wilderness?" A crisp but slightly savage female voice sounded dissatisfied.

Hearing this voice, Reverend Yuding suddenly felt like a crow being strangled by the neck, and the howling of grief and anger stopped abruptly, "Little sister?" Looking at the girl in front of him, Reverend Yuding couldn't believe it, this little ancestor was not Have you left? Why are you back so soon?

After a few years of stable life, the real Yuding almost forgot that there was such a lethal existence as the little girl—except for her, which thief would be so brave and hard to climb the unattainable Kunlun Mountains, Just to tear up a few books from him?What's more, she still holds half a book of "evidence" in her hand.

who is it?Who messed with this little ancestor? !The little girl likes to tear up books when she's not happy. She hasn't committed this problem for many years. This time, it's that eyeless guy who annoyed her, made her lose her mind, and made him unlucky?ah!Daoist Yu Ding wanted to cry but had no tears.

"Grandpa Master, you haven't answered my question yet. Who are you going to chop into pieces and throw into the wilderness?" The little girl raised her eyebrows slightly, as if she would not give up until she got an answer.

Daoist Yuding feels aggrieved, is there any justice in this world?Obviously he is the one who has been wronged the most, okay? Why is he also the one who pays attention?But he felt aggrieved, and the little ancestor in front of him showed that he was in a bad mood, and he couldn't afford to offend him, "No, Grandpa Shizu was talking about these books..."

The little girl gave Daoist Yuding a look of "this is not too bad", and turned to continue with her unfinished business - tearing up the book.

Master Yuding saw with keen eyes that the half of the book left in the little girl's hand was the one he had spent three years writing and hadn't officially come out yet——

"Stop!" Daoist Yu Ding yelled, startling the little girl.

"Why?" the little girl said angrily.

"Little, little sister, these are all the painstaking efforts of Grandpa Shizu, don't tear them up..." The loud shout just now was a moment of excitement, but now that his energy was vented, Master Yuding lost his momentum and said cautiously .

"In Grandpa's heart, am I not as important as these books?" The little girl's voice was sullen, shaking the books in her hands.

"Of course..." Looking at the little sister's unkind eyes and the "quality of the book" in her hand, Master Yuding had no choice but to succumb to her "desire", "...No. In the heart of Grandpa Shizu, Little sister, you are the most important..."

"But you just said that those books are your treasures."

"You heard it wrong, you are the treasure of Grandpa Master!" Daoist Yuding said with "awe-inspiring righteousness".

Only then was the little girl satisfied, her slender hands fluttered, and she swiped a few times. The book that took Master Yuding three years of hard work suddenly became a pile of waste paper.