Of course, Cheng Qian didn't understand. In his small chest, the awe of unknown power and the disapproval of these sidelines were entangled with each other, and it was hard to separate. In the end, with the disapproval of his master, he put Mu Chun with him. The broken lamp on the wall of the house was placed in the same position, and he nodded ignorantly.

Mu Chun cocked his beard proudly, and was just about to take advantage of this, but who knew that God would not give him any more face, he didn't have time to open his mouth again, and the cowhide had leaked out just now-I saw that after the thunder had passed , a gust of wind suddenly and aggressively slapped the face, turning the bonfire in front of the master and apprentice into a pile of dead ashes, followed by a gust of wind, lightning and thunder hoisted their throats together, and shouted from the west. The bad weather.

Mu Chun couldn't care less about pretending to be a ghost, and shouted, "No, it's raining heavily."

After he finished speaking, he jumped up, picked up the luggage with one hand, Cheng Qian with the other, took two reed stick-like legs, took small steps like a long neck, and fled.

It's a pity that the rain came too fast, even if it was a long neck, it could not avoid the fate of becoming a soup.

Mu Chun carried Cheng Qian in his arms, and took off his soaked shirt, which was better than the little boy who was covering his arms without ground. Big, oh, where are you going to hide?"

Cheng Qian has sent countless flying birds in his life—but this is probably the most bumpy and nonsense one he has ever sat on.

The sound of wind, rain, thunder and lightning mixed with Master's roaring noise. His head was covered with Master's robe, and his eyes were darkened, but he could smell an indescribable woody fragrance on the sleeves of the robe.

The master put one arm around his chest and freed one hand to protect Cheng Qian's head all the time. The clear bones on the old man's body caused him pain, but the embrace and protection were genuine.

I don't know why, even though the long-necked jī had just fooled him outright, Cheng Qian seemed to have a natural affinity for him.

Cheng Qian put on Mu Chun's coat, silently peeping at the soaked master in the rain through the gaps in his clothes, enjoying the treatment that a child deserves for the first time in his life. He savored it carefully for a moment, willingly recognized the master, and made up his mind - even if the master was full of bullshit, he would forgive him.

Cheng Qian rode a scrawny master, and finally arrived at a dilapidated Taoist temple wet and wet.

The large-scale "Qingdao" during the Emperor Xiandi era cleaned up many wild sects, and also left many Taoist temples of wild sects, which later became the place for homeless beggars and tourists who missed the destination.

Cheng Qian broke out a small head from Mu Chun's jacket, and as soon as he looked up, he met the Daxian enshrined in the Taoist temple, and called the mud-made Daxian to a start. Wrapped in two buns, he has a cake face without a neck, his face is full of flesh, and there is a circle of red cheeks on each of his left and right cheeks, and a large mouth is opened below, and he laughs with a mouth full of jagged teeth.

Naturally, the master saw it as well, and hurriedly raised his paws to cover Cheng Qian's eyes, angrily criticizing: "Peach red jacket and green robe, alas, it's unreasonable to eat and worship here in such a wicked dress!"

The young Cheng Qian was a little shocked because of his limited knowledge.

Mu Chun said righteously: "A person who cultivates is pure in heart and has few desires. He must always pay attention to his words and deeds, and dress up like this opera singer, what a formality!"

He actually knew what a body was... Cheng Qian was a little impressed.

Just then, an ethereal smell of meat came from behind the Taoist Temple, interrupting the cynicism of the "clean heart and few desires" master.

Mu Chun's throat rolled involuntarily, and he couldn't speak any longer. With a strange look, he led Cheng Qian to the back of the evil statue, and saw a little beggar who was not one or two years older than Cheng Qian.

The little beggar didn't know what utensils he used, so he planed a dòng on the ground of the back hall of the Taoist temple, and a fat beggar was burning inside.

Mu Chun swallowed again.

If a person is thin to a certain extent, some things are very inconvenient. For example, when he is greedy, the small neck that can be grasped is not easy to hide the instinctive reaction.

Real Man Mu Chun put Cheng Qian on the ground, and then performed for his younger apprentices what it means to "cultivators should always pay attention to their words and deeds".

He wiped off the water on his face first, and put on a good-looking smile. Then he took the flickering, swaying lotus step, and floated to the little beggar, in front of Cheng Qian. , talked eloquently for a long speech, depicting an overseas immortal gate dressed in gold and silver, and made the little beggar's eyes straight.

Mu Chun pointed at the little beggar with a big head and a small body, and enthusiastically coaxed: "I see that you have excellent qualifications, you may be able to soar into the sky in the future, and maybe you will have great fortunes - child, who is your last name? "

Cheng Qian felt that this sentence was a bit familiar.

Although the little beggar was quite cunning, she was still young, and she was fooled by her master to clear her nose. She replied in a daze, "Little tiger, I don't know what my surname is."

"Then let's be a teacher, let's be surnamed Han," Mu Chun stroked his goatee, and Run Wu silently determined the name of the teacher and the apprentice, "I'll give you a big name for the teacher - a single name with the word "Yuan", okay?"

Cheng Qian: "..."

Han Yuan, injustice... It's really auspicious and festive.

Master must be hungry and confused, and he was somewhat reluctant to speak in the face of the beggars with thick skin and flesh.

☆, Chapter 3

Although Han Yuan was a little older than Cheng Qian, he became his fourth junior brother according to the order of entry. Cheng Qian, a "closed disciple", became a senior brother after only a few days.

It can be seen that the back door of the Fuyao faction is not tightly closed.

As for the beggar... Naturally, most of it went into Master's belly with filial piety.

Jī couldn't stop Mr. Mu Chun's chattering mouth. He didn't know where he had such a big preaching habit. He asked, "Where did jī come from?"

Han Yuan has a lingering tongue, which is a bit of a unique skill - he gnawed bones without using his hands, and stuffed them into his mouth one by one, bulging his cheeks a few times, and the brittle bones rattled for a moment, and he was able to spit out a clean and complete bone.

I saw him rudely spat out the bones in his mouth with a "bah", and replied to the master's words: "It was stolen from the village ahead."

The Master said, "Don't talk when you eat, don't talk when you sleep."

The beggars are naturally fragrant, and Cheng Qian was hesitating whether to tear a leg with the master and eat it. Seeing this situation and listening to the ins and outs, Cheng Qian resolutely retracted his hand and silently gnawed on the side hard to a stone. pancakes.

Can this style of Han Yuan come up with any stylish jī?

From this point of view, although Cheng Qian is still young, his Taoism and principles are already much firmer than his master.

Apparently, Master Mu Chun didn't affect his appetite because of this, he just opened his mouth halfway during the chewing process, shook his head and said, "Don't ask me if I'm a thief, how can a person who cultivates self-cultivation sneak up on a dog? Sigh? , what kind of pedigree, the next is not an example!"

Han Yuan replied dully, the little beggar didn't understand anything, so he didn't dare to refute.

"Stealing and touching the dog won't work, but it's ok to cheat." Cheng Qian Qian thought sharply beside him, and then he remembered the unknown tolerance he gave to his master in the heavy rain, so he had to be a little bit vicissitudes of life. Di secretly sighed, "Forget it."

The fourth junior brother, Han Yuan, has a small nose and small eyes, and his chin is still a bit flat. His small eyes are always shining with a lazy and oily light, and he looks very unflattering.

Cheng Qian was not very happy when he saw Han Yuan, even if he looked shabby, Han Yuan still held the title of "Junior Brother", and all the words related to "brother" and "brother", it was difficult for Cheng Qian to have a good impression. But he just silently disliked it, and on the surface he was still a friendly and gentle person who pretended not to be slick.

In the Cheng family, the newly cut clothes belonged to the elder brother, and the milk paste with added sugar belonged to the younger brother. Anyway, good things never happened to Cheng Qian, but they were often assigned to work. Cheng Qian was not generous by nature, so he naturally felt resentment, but he also listened to Lao Tongsheng's often-talked about "filial piety to father and son, respect to brother and brother", so he often felt that his resentment was unreasonable.

For such a little boy, he didn't have time to cultivate his self-cultivation skills. Cheng Qian couldn't really have no complaints, so he had to pretend that he had no complaints-now in the sect, he still behaves like this.

Since the master went back on his word and opened the closed door again, Cheng Qian seemed to have no choice but to act as a senior brother.

There are errands along the way. He comes as a senior brother, and he has something to eat and drink. It is never easy to let the master let the junior brother. Therefore, Cheng Qian has to test himself from time to time to prevent him from losing his gentle, courteous and thrifty dignity.

Cheng Qian was always so demanding of himself - his father was poor and vulgar all his life, and he was not good to him. Cheng Qian listened to Lao Tongsheng's words and did not dare to hate his father explicitly, so he had to pity him secretly. When the little boy dreamed back at midnight, he often thought that he would rather die than become a character like his father.

Therefore, this gentle decency was the result of his efforts to support himself in the confusion and cracks, and he should not lose it no matter what.

Bu Chengqian quickly discovered that although he did a good job, this junior brother really didn't deserve to be taken care of - he was not only hideous in appearance, but also very annoying in temperament.

First of all, Han Yuan is a lot of nonsense. Before he picked up this little beggar, Master was in charge of making noise all the way. After picking up this little beggar, even the real person Mu Chun seemed much quieter.

The little beggar seemed to have been inspired by Master's remarks about "stealing and touching a dog", so he casually made up a story about how he defeated a big mouse that grows more than ten feet long and stole a lot of money.

He dances and dances, with nose and eyes, ups and downs, all of which highlight his personal brilliance and martial arts.

Cheng Qian tried to question it rationally, and asked, "How can there be a squirrel that grows as long as one zhang?"

Han Yuan was provoked, and immediately raised his chest and raised his head to defend: "Of course it is successful, Master, can a huáng rat láng become successful?"