Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, Qing Huan is 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 should not be called old man Lang, but master.

After returning to the mountain that year, several senior brothers were seriously injured, but after five years of careful adjustment, they were all healed by 70% to 80%, but the senior brother's legs were completely abolished, and the past five years have been very hard. Yes, if it weren't for the delicate little girl Qing Huan, maybe the lives of a few men would be a little more sloppy.

Although Qing Huan was called Master Lang, he did not pay respects to him. Old Lang said that accepting apprentices should be the most important thing. Bathing and burning incense should not be missed. Besides, what kind of Taoist should 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 wanted to learn Dao, then let her be a teacher at that time.

Qing Huan was raised by these men since he was a child, and they taught him how to speak and walk. The longer the girl is, the more beautiful she is. She is sensible, well-behaved and cute. Sometimes the old man is strange. How could someone be willing to throw away such a child? When they were very young, Qing Huan would take care of them. She likes to act like a spoiled child, and her temperament is also a little confused, but it is undeniable that with this pistachio, their life will not be so difficult.

In that battle, the injuries were too serious, and the four of them paid a hundred years of life. The senior brother was young, but he already had white hair on his temples. The second senior brother's internal injury has not healed so far. As for the third senior brother... It was not until later that everyone knew that he lost a soul and a soul in that battle, so there were often signs of amnesia, not to mention the old man Lang. In fact, he was only six At ten years old, it looks like an old age.

Such a good person is upright, gentle, brave, firm, willing to be plain and bitter, unknown, but stands up when danger comes. Qing Huan didn't know why she didn't take care of them and save them.

So she officially joined the division when she was ten years old. Although the old man Lang was only a loose cultivator, although they had no sect and no sect, and although there was no benefit, Qing Huan still respectfully kowtowed three times to the old man Lang - even if this was just an ordinary mortal.

He deserves it.

After the apprenticeship, Qing Huan's life was not so easy. Before, she only relieved her senior brothers from boredom every day. She played in the mountains, read books and played the piano. Although old man Lang looked very wretched, he knew astronomy and geography. Unbeknownst to him, this is even more true for the senior brother. After his legs were disabled, he began to focus on medicine. Without his legs, he would no longer be able to fight, but he also had things within his power, such as developing better pills, It can restore energy or make up in an instant, such as... In short, there are many things that can be done.

Never complained.

Although the second and third brothers have their own shortcomings, they all work very hard. Even the old man Lang often pondered some new methods.

During the five years from the age of ten to fifteen, Qing Huan spent his life in endless books and classical spells. don't know who spread these things, but it is really effective against demons and monsters. Qing Huan studied very hard. Old man Lang often praised her as the most talented of all his disciples. Whenever this time, the senior brother would sit on the wooden wheelchair and look at it with a smile, and the second senior brother would say a few words. If he asked for a beating, the master would chase after him and kick his ass, while the third senior brother laughed.

Days like this are dull, but very happy.

The wheelchair was made by Qinghuan. On the day the senior brother got it, although he didn't say anything, Qinghuan could tell how excited his eyes were. When she was a child, she crawled on top of him to smoothen his frown, but now that she's grown up, she can't do that. A fifteen-year-old girl can weigh dozens of pounds no matter how slender it is, and the big brother's legs can't stand it.

In the past fifteen years, Qing Huan has come over little by little. She never thought of anything else, not even Mo Ze with her. These four men warmed her heart and made her own heart also warm. Sometimes Qinghuan even hopes that such a day 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 by herself, and she will never regret it.

But with such heartwarming warmth, let her hold it tighter.

After lunch is ready, Qinghuan usually puts the rice in the bowl first, and then calls people one by one.

The senior brother usually reads a book under the big tree in the yard, which is very exciting, but most of the time he will be fascinated. At this time, Qing Huan will not call him, just push the wheelchair into the house. Then went to the second senior brother. The second senior brother was walking on the Big Dipper in the house. He was already hungry, so just shout it out. The third senior brother often forgets the time to eat. , Qing Huan called him to eat, he would feel that he had already eaten, and sometimes sitting in front of the table, he would even forget how to use chopsticks.

Finally, the master. The old man is quite old, and his body is still strong. He runs around everywhere when he has nothing to do all year round. He often runs to the foot of the mountain, squatting in a small town for half a day, staring at the drooling people selling steamed buns. Seeing that he was pitiful, the aunt of Baozipu would give him one. The stinky old man took a bite of it and stopped eating it. After saying a few words, it was not as delicious as what my little apprentice did, so she walked away with her hands behind her back. The aunt rolled her eyes when she saw him.

It is simply a dragon that sees its head and sees its tail.

But Qing Huan also has tricks. Compared with old man Lang, her head is only smarter than stupid, and she has cast a spell on old man Lang long ago. When it is time for dinner, the little old man will rush back in half an hour. There is no other reason. The little apprentice's craftsmanship is so good that the food he cooks is so delicious that one can swallow his tongue. If he doesn't hurry, the three unscrupulous apprentices won't leave him! Although the little apprentice will obediently leave him a meal, but old man Lang thinks that there is no fun in having lunch without anyone grabbing it!

His favorite thing to do is to grab food from the chopsticks of his apprentices, relying on his identity as a master, open his mouth wide in front of them, and eat it triumphantly.

Especially shameless, but a very cute little old man.

The tableware and chopsticks after the meal are not brushed. They belong to the second senior brother. She just needs to push the senior brother back under the tree. The wind was blowing, and the black hair of the senior brother was mixed with a lot of silver and white, and Qing Huan was a little sad. Although she jumped out of the six realms, she was not enough to resist the way of heaven. There are some things she can't do.

This is the mutual restriction and balance between her and Tiandao, and it is also a tacit understanding between each other. It's just that she has a human form, but Heaven does not. She is conscious, not the way of heaven.

If she wanted the four of them to have a good life, she had to find a way by herself.

There is game in the mountains, Taoism does not pay attention to vegetarianism, but killing is not good after all. Lang Laotou has always loved the appetite, he can do it, but he is reluctant to bear the deliciousness of the world. So far, Qing Huan has only one wish, and quickly find a reason to let her go down the mountain. In this case, she may be able to think of a good way.

It's not that she couldn't get those things, but Qing Huan discovered one thing. When she was fully invested 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 emotions and desires, she must learn to restrain herself.

"Huanmei! Huanmei!"

Old man Lang's ghost screams came from the house again. "Huanmei, where did the snacks you made for your teacher go? Huanmei! Shouli stole the food for your teacher!"

Look at her, she is the youngest in this sect, but she is doing things that everyone can only do. The old man Lang was disrespectful, and always called her Huanmei together with his senior brothers. At first, Qinghuan shivered and got goosebumps, but now she's numb. "Come on!"

After speaking, she lowered her head and gently combed the hair of the senior brother, tied it with a hair tie, and warned, "The medicine I boiled for you is placed on the stone table, don't forget to drink it."

The senior brother nodded obediently, staring at Qing Huan with gentle eyes. "OK."

Qing Huan smiled and returned to the main hall. Old Man Lang and the third senior brother were about to fight while guarding the ceremony—but the picture was not very good. The third senior brother grabbed the old man Lang's beard and put one foot on the old man Lang's chest. The old man Lang's claws were on the third senior brother's face, and the scissor legs locked the other's head. These two... Third Senior Brother was like a child after he lost his soul, and his personality was the same as when Qing Huan was picked up by them, but Old Man Lang is not a child. He is so old and still loves to eat. snack.

Don't steal the dried sweet potatoes from the sun too often.

Qing Huan couldn't stand it anymore, so he made a special copy for him, put it in a basket, and hung it on the pillars of the hall in order to prevent wild cats and mice from stealing it. Old man Lang touched it today, hey! Gone! Don't even think about it, it must be eaten by the little bastard Shuli, and this little bastard is the most greedy!

This made her judge, and Qing Huan persuaded her with kind words, but the old urchin and the little urchin didn't listen. Her face was pulled down suddenly, and the two of them were so frightened that they quickly let go of each other. fidgeting.

Qing Huan pointed to the corner: "Go to the wall!"

Old man Lang pouted and was very unhappy, and when he went to face the wall, he didn't forget to kick Third Senior Brother. The third senior brother glared at Old Man Lang with tears in his eyes.

Qing Huan reluctantly stroked her forehead, these people...

Just when she was about to pick some wild vegetables, she suddenly heard a commotion outside. There were only five teachers and apprentices on the mountain, and the people down the mountain only knew that there was a Taoist temple on the mountain, and they would occasionally come to add some sesame oil money, but since the outskirts of the small town. After the temple was built, no one came to the Taoist temple for several years. The old man Lang was angry about this, why was the incense taken away by the bald donkeys? ! If you give them some money, they can eat better, right?

Alas, being a Taoist is hard. He has been suffering for more than 60 years, and his heart is full.