Chapter 150 The eleventh bowl of soup (two)
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, Qing Huan is already five years old. In the past five years, she has been living with the four masters and apprentices of Old Man Lang-Oh, now it shouldn’t be called Old Man Lang, but Master.
After returning to the mountain that year, several seniors were seriously injured, but after five years of fine-tuning, they were all 70 to 80% better, but the seniors’ legs were completely abolished, and the past five years have been very difficult. Yes, if it weren’t for Qing Huan’s charming little girl, maybe the lives of a few men would be a little more sloppy.
Although Qing Huan was called Master Lang, he did not perform the ceremony of apprenticeship. Old Man Lang said that he should be a master of apprenticeship. He must bathe and burn incense. Besides, what kind of Taoist priest would a girl’s family be? So Old Man Lang meant that when Qing Huan was a little older, she would be more sensible. If she really wants to learn Dao, then let her apprentice at that time.
Qing Huan was raised by these men since he was a child. They taught him how to talk and walk, but as time passed, Old Man Lang and his apprentice became more and more frightened. The longer the girl, the more beautiful, sensible, well-behaved and cute. Sometimes the old man is strange, how can someone be willing to throw such a child away? When they were very young, Qinghuan would take care of them, even acting like a baby, and a little confused, but it is undeniable that with this joyful fruit, their life will not be so difficult.
The battle that year was really badly injured. The four of them paid a hundred years of life. The big brother is young, but he has gray hair on his side. The second brother’s internal injuries have not healed yet. As for the third brother…It was not until later that everyone knew that he lost his soul and soul in that battle, so he often showed signs of amnesia, let alone Old Man Lang. In fact, he was only sixty. Years old, but it looks like an old age.
Such a good person is upright, gentle, courageous, firm, willing to be plain, bitter, and unknown, but stands up when danger comes. Qinghuan didn’t know what reason she had not to take care of them and save them.
So she formally became a teacher when she was ten years old. Although Old Man Lang is just a casual cultivator, although they have no school and no school, although there is no benefit, Qing Huan still respectfully knocks Old Man Lang three times-even if this is just an ordinary mortal.
He deserves it.
After apprenticeship, Qinghuan’s days were not so easy. She used to play in the mountains, read books and play piano by herself every day. Although Old Man Lang looked rather wretched, he knew astronomy and geography. What I don’t know is that this is even more true for the older brother. After his legs were disabled, he began to focus on medicine. Without his legs, he can no longer fight, but he also has things he can do, such as developing better pills. Can restore energy or make up in an instant, for example…In short, there are many things that can be done.
I have never complained.
Although the second brother and the third brother had their own shortcomings, they all worked very hard. Even Old Man Lang often ponders new methods.
From ten to fifteen years old, Qing Huan spent the five years in endless books and classical charms. I don’t know who passed these things, but it is effective against demons and ghosts. Qing Huan learned very hard. Old Man Lang often praised that she was the most talented of all his disciples. At this time, the senior brother would sit in a wooden wheelchair and watch with a smile, and the second brother would say a few words. If he was begging for a beating, the master would catch up and kick his ass, and the third brother laughed aloud.
Such days are plain, but extremely happy.
The wheelchair was made by Qinghuan. On the day the senior brother got it, although he didn’t say much, Qinghuan could tell how excited his eyes were. When she was a child, she crawled on top of him to smooth his frowning brows, but now that she grows up, she can’t do that. The fifteen-year-old girl is tens of kilograms slender, and the big brother’s legs can’t bear it.
In the fifteen years, Qing Huan had come over little by little. She had never thought of anything else, and even Mo Ze hadn’t even brought it with her. These four men warmed her heart and made her own heart begin to feel warm. Sometimes Qinghuan even hopes that such a life will go on forever and never stop.
But she knows that it will always stop, her destiny is eternal life, and her eternal life will not be accompanied by anyone.
This is the path she chose herself, and she will never regret it.
But with such a heartwarming warmth, let her hold on to it a little tighter.
After lunch is done, Qinghuan’s custom is to serve the rice first, and then call people one by one.
The big brother usually reads under the big tree in the yard, so he is good to cry, but most of the time he will be fascinated. At this time, Qinghuan will not tell him, just push the wheelchair into the house. Then I went to find the second brother. The second brother was walking in the house. He was already hungry. Just shout. The third brother often forgets the time to eat. As the years go by, the loss of his soul will affect him more and more. When Qing Huan called him to eat, he felt that he had already eaten. Sometimes sitting in front of the table, he even forgot how to use chopsticks.
The last is Master. The old man is a lot of age, his body is still strong, he ran around all the year round without problems, often ran to the foot of the mountain, squatted in a small town for a long time, staring at someone selling buns and drooling. The lady at the bun shop saw him pitiful and would give him one. The smelly old man took a bite and didn’t eat it. The auntie rolled her eyes when she saw him.
It is simply a dragon that sees the head but fails to see the end.
But Qinghuan also has tricks. Her head is smarter and not stupid than the old man Lang. She has already cast a curse on the old man Lang. When the meal is served, the little old man will rush back in half an hour. There is no reason. The young apprentices are so good at craftsmanship. The delicious food can make people swallow their tongues. If he hurry up, the three unscrupulous apprentices won’t leave it to him! Although the little disciple will keep him a meal, but the old man Lang feels that no one is rushing for lunch is no fun!
What he loves most is to grab food from the chopsticks of the apprentices, relying on his identity as a master, open his mouth in front of them, and then eat it triumphantly.
Especially shameless, but a very cute little old man.
After the meal, the dishes and chopsticks are not clean, it belongs to the second brother, she only needs to push the first brother back under the tree. The wind blows over, and there is a lot of silver in the black hair of the big brother, Qing Huan is a little sad. Although she has escaped outside the six realms, she is not enough to resist the way of heaven. What’s more, the world must pay attention to cause and effect, even if she has the ability, There are some things she can’t do.
This is the mutual restriction and balance between her and Tiandao, as well as the tacit understanding of each other. It’s just that she has a human form, but Heaven does not. She is conscious, but God does not.
If she wants these four to have a good life, she must find a way by herself.
There is game in the mountains, and Taoists do not pay attention to vegetarianism, but it is not good to kill one’s life after all. Old man Lang has always loved appetite, but he can do it, but he is reluctant to bear the many delicious things in the world. So far, Qing Huan has only one wish, and quickly find a reason for her to go down the mountain. In this case, maybe she can think of a good way.
It’s not that she couldn’t get those things, but Qing Huan discovered one thing. When she was completely involved in it and didn’t use any power that didn’t belong to this world, her heart beat stronger than usual. If she wants to feel the emotions, she must learn to exercise restraint.
“Sister Huan! Sister Huan!”
The ghost cry of Old Man Lang came from the room again. “Where did the snacks you made for the teacher, Huanmei? Huanmei! Shouli ate the food for the teacher!”
Take a look, she is the youngest in this sect, but she is doing things that everyone can do. Old man Lang is disrespectful and always calls her Huanmei with the seniors. At first Qing Huan shivered and got goose bumps, but now she is also numb. “Come on!”
After that, she bowed her head and gently combed the senior brother’s hair, tied it up with a hair band, and told: “The medicine I boiled for you is placed on the stone table. Don’t forget to drink it.”
The big brother nodded obediently, staring at Qing Huan with gentle eyes. “Ok.”
Qing Huan laughed and returned to the main hall. Old Man Lang and Senior Brother Shouli almost started fighting-but the picture was not very beautiful. Senior Brother Three grabbed the beard of Old Man Lang, and put one foot on Old Man Lang’s chest. Old man Lang’s claws were on the face of the third senior, and the scissor legs locked the opponent’s head. These two…Senior Brothers were like a child after they lost their souls. They had the same personality as when Qinghuan was picked up by them. But Old Man Lang is not a child. He is so old and he likes to eat snacks. .
Don’t steal the dried sweet potato from Qinghuan too often.
Qing Huan couldn’t stand it, so he made a special one for him and put it in a basket. In order to prevent wild cats and mice from eating it, it was hung on the pillars of the hall. Old man Lang touched it today, hey! Gone! Without even thinking about it, it must have been eaten by the little **** Shouli, and this little bastard’s mouth is the most greedy!
This made her judge. Qing Huan persuaded him with good words. The old naughty boy and the little naughty boy did not listen. Her face suddenly pulled down, so that the two of them quickly let go of each other, and they did not dare to stand like a child. Chaos.
Qing Huan pointed at the corner of the wall: “Go to the wall!”
Old Man Lang pouted his mouth and was very unhappy. He didn’t forget to kick Senior Brother San while he went to face the wall. Senior Brother Three glared at Old Man Lang with tears in his eyes.
Qinghuan stroked her forehead helplessly, these people…
When she was about to pick some wild vegetables, she suddenly heard a noise coming from outside. There were only five of them who were apprentices and apprentices on the mountain. The people under the mountain only knew that there was a Taoist temple on the mountain, and occasionally came to add some sesame oil money, but from the outskirts of the town. After the temple was built, no one came to the Taoist temple for several years. Old man Lang had a temper because of this. Why was the incense snatched by the bald donkeys? ! If you give them some money, they can also eat better, right?
Alas, being a Taoist priest is suffering. He has suffered for more than sixty years, and his heart is congested.