The next day, Feng Wuli opened his eyes and saw the ceiling that was not at home.
After thinking about it, I remembered that I went back to my hometown of Huaiqing yesterday.
The morning temperature in the mountains is shockingly low, and the air outside the bed is so cold. Looking at this small old house, I feel the coldness in the air, as if I was back in my childhood on the morning of the Chinese New Year, with new clothes and shoes on the bedside. There are many people and things waiting for him.
Even if he couldn't give back at the time, those were good people.
I saw that Wang Xilou was missing next to me.
Did the little zombie get up so early?
He felt a warmth next to him under the quilt and a weight rubbing against his chest.
He opened the quilt a little and found that someone found a comfortable position in his arms, hugged his waist and lay on it. Maybe the weather was dry and the quilt was a little bit, and the breathing sound in the quilt was not quiet.
Stimulated by the light, her eyelashes trembled, and she let out a cute squeak from her nose. She shook her head dissatisfiedly like a cat, hugging him, and her hair was messy and covering her face.
He said in a muffled voice: "Don't look."
He put the quilt down again.
He clicked his tongue.
The little zombie's body is really hot. Actually, it's not her body, but Feng Wuli's, but her thermal conductivity is not good. After absorbing the heat, her whole body feels warm, like a big warm baby.
After a while, Feng Wuli put down his hand and whispered to the bulging quilt:
"Teacher, it's time to get up."
"Don't call me Master at this time!" A muffled voice came from the quilt.
"Once you become a teacher, you will always be a teacher. If you are a master, how can you not call me master?"
"You want to piss me off!"
This person did it on purpose!
At around six o'clock, Wang Xilou sat by the bed and combed his hair, feeling a little angry. This woman was angry when she got up, but she was usually not willing to lose her temper with herself.
It seems that last night, they hugged each other softly and hugged each other for a whole night, which made her have a lot of changes in her mentality.
Dare to lose your temper with yourself.
Feng Wuli watched her combing her hair. The window in the house was very small, and the sunlight in the morning was very bright. There were six panels on the wall that shone into the house. The furniture was all made of oxidized black wood, and the floor was not porcelain. , There is a faded and yellowed sea wall from decades ago, the air and sunshine are dry and dry, there are cockcrows in the mountain village, everything looks like the old days. A very festive red-framed circle was placed on the table. Wang Xilou held a plastic comb and tilted her head in front of the mirror to comb her hair over and over again. She was not like the kind of city girl who disliked the old and remote place, but was following this The atmosphere of the 1970s and 1980s blended together. After all, she was an old-fashioned old lady. There was a lot of shining dust in the sun. The morning light shone on her side. She was annoyed with herself, but he only felt that Wang Xilou was like this. The fine hairs on the face are so cute that you can't take your eyes away.
She took out the clothes she wanted to change from her bag, took one, and looked up at the man sitting beside the bed.
"Master wants to change clothes."
"oh."
Wang Xilou looked in disbelief: "Aren't you going out yet?"
"Huh? Oh." Feng Wuli looked at her blankly, but now he reacted and got up to go out.
"Forget it, turn your back and don't look."
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"oh."
He turned his back and looked behind him. The morning sun was too slant, and there was a woman's shadow on the wall.
Feng Wuli: "??"
He stared at the shadow for two minutes, and for the first time he realized that a shadow could be so beautiful.
"That's it...you didn't peek, did you?" The little zombie looked suspicious.
"No."
"Xiao, ah, have you gotten up?" Auntie called outside.
Feng Wuli quickly responded: "It's rising."
"Well, don't you want to eat breakfast? If you eat, it will be your share."
"Uncle, let me do it." Wang Xilou stood up quickly to go out.
"It's no use." My aunt laughed far away.
Wang Xilou found slippers to wear and quickly opened the door and went out.
There was no wind in the morning. Feng Wuli squatted in the village holding a bowl of noodles and felt that the power was much less than last night. He saw Wang Xilou also holding a big bowl and preparing to come out and sit down.
"Don't come out, the wind will probably blow for a few days."
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The anger is not gone yet.
Don't you usually go out if you don't wash and cook for me every day?
Feng Wuli didn't dare to provoke her, so he asked her to sit over and put up a barrier to block the wind.
"You can't sit here yourself?"
Feng Wuli curled his neck and leaned over, "I'll give you my regards."
The little zombie bared his zombie teeth to scare him, and there were footsteps behind him. He quickly put away two of them, almost biting himself.
My uncle ate too early. He planted a few acres of flowers in the fall and harvested them in two days. Today he went to help others in the village harvest them: "It's so windy today, do you want to go into the mountains? My uncle doesn't understand that topic."
"No, I'm just here to see how busy the farm work is."
"You should be an educated youth going to the mountains and countryside, right?"
"Hey! It's almost the same!"
I saw someone walking on the country road from a distance.
Feng Wuli and his uncle met a tourist group last night. Feng Wuli had no room, so he arranged a partridge room for them.
"Where can people live in that place? That's where animals live!"
Those people obviously heard what was going on here, and it was hard for them to come over.
He, Dao, all walks of life are like a hodgepodge, and my uncle asked why the tour group came to these mountains and valleys. Isn't this a deception? This mountain is remote and remote, and it is not a tourist attraction.
Feng Wuli and Wang Xilou were sitting on the threshold holding bowls in their hands. The two masters and apprentices looked at them with gray heads, obviously they had not had a good night's rest for practice, and laughed.
They walked one after another, saying thank you for the loan and asking for money, but my uncle was honest and refused no matter what. Someone from the other side of the village asked him to help collect the bags and give him wages.
"Is there any more here?"
The two masters and apprentices looked up at the Shushan female sword, and the other party swallowed her saliva and asked.
Wang Xilou went in and made a meal for her.
Alipay arrived, fifty yuan.
Wang Xilou forwarded it to his uncle, saying that the person just gave it to him.
My aunt ran out to ask for the money and asked where A Feng was from the small building. Two young men squatting at the door pointed to the locust tree over there.
The female swordsman in school uniform held her face and sat under the locust tree. The morning breeze was gentle, and her black hair danced in the wind. The houses and roads in the mountain village were scattered, like broken tombs, and the sunlight shining on the female swordsman was zero. If she were wearing a costume instead of a high school student, she would be in the picture.
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That temperament is not like that of ordinary people.
Aunt Digu: "A Feng, who are these people? Are they really part of a tour group? Why are there monks and Taoists?"
"It's okay, aunt."
"It always feels weird."
"It'll be okay."
My aunt looked at this, said okay, wiped her hands in the hem of her clothes and went back to the house.
As a result, this group of people were in this ravine for several days in a row. My uncle saw that the expressions of these people were wrong and planned to call the police.
As a result, Director Li called him first and said that a group of people from all walks of life were coming to their hotel and he could receive them and collect money.
Only then did he become dubious.
, there are really such idle people.
The uncle didn't care and packed up a partridge room for the group of people who went into the mountains every day to spend the night.
One person earned two per night, and he even drove a three-wheeler to the town several times, carrying several boxes of bubbles, mineral water, etc. The business was still booming.
It was Qing Dynasty again, and the martial arts masters who had finished eating instant noodles and drinking mineral water were all preparing to go into the mountains to find the immortal.
"This countryman doesn't know how to be good, and he still wants to take revenge. He deserves to be so close to the gods and not be able to get immortality."
"Ordinary people are busy and don't know how to practice, let alone the immortals."
"Why does that man have such a face? He doesn't look like someone from the village, does he?"
"Then the relatives who raise partridges."
When I was a freshman, my uncle and aunt drove a three-wheeler to the town to sell partridges. The temperature in the mountains was very high. In the house, Wang Xilou wore his aunt's floral cotton, Qiu cotton, eating melon seeds and watching the old TV.
She also wore a felt of the same style as the old lady's on her head. Feng Wuli put it on for her with many hands. She still cared about it as a little apprentice and felt so sweet that she didn't take it off.
In fact, the black-hearted disciple felt that she was closer to the old lady like this.
A boy at the Eight Immortals table nearby was writing a paper and complained that her voice was turned down. Wang Xilou quickly turned down the volume, fearing that it would disturb his future studies at home as a college student.
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Feeling someone passing by the door, the two of them turned their heads, "Isn't this a fairy?"
"The village is very lively." Shengqing said with a smile.
"They're all here to find you."
"Ah."
Regarding the memory of being five years old, Feng Wuli was a bit immodest. Only after Wang Xilou communicated with the other party did he realize that this man dressed in modern urban clothes and carrying a mountaineering bag was actually Shengqing.
He also saw Feng Wu and was a little confused. In his memory, this young man was only as tall as the corner of the table yesterday.
"It's already so big."
The boy stood up and went to pour some for him. They were all a bit thick. Shengqing waved his hand and said no. Feng Wuli thought he didn't like the thick ones, and then saw him take out a bottle of Coke from his schoolbag.
Still from Pepsi.
What about that gentle man who pretends to be a refined gentleman?
Wang Xilou was very happy on the side and asked him if he wanted melons. Shengqing said "Duoyouda", sat beside him and started to eat melon seeds.
He also asked Wang Xilou to turn around and wanted to see Shonan. There was a singing competition recently and he liked it very much. He even went to listen to it and voted for the singer he liked, although he still failed.
"I've been practicing hard in the mountains these past few days, but I don't believe it. It's really uncomfortable."
"You're quite fashionable." Wang Xilou said, "This old TV is full of snow and can receive very few channels."
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Shengqing's face was warm, and his gentle look was a bit like Feng Wuli's memory. Even cracking melon seeds was more enjoyable than Wang Xilou's.
"Indeed, why do you look like an old lady now?"
"Hey you old bastard."
"Your apprentice is already so tall."
Wang Xilou scratched her head. She wanted to introduce Feng Wu in another way, but she couldn't do it. After all, the relationship between master and disciple always goes against common sense.
Unexpectedly, Shengqing picked up a melon and suddenly became enlightened and smiled.
"It turns out that Ru is not an apprentice."
Feng Wuli put down the papers on the Eight Immortals table and asked bluntly: "Sheng Qingda, have you become an immortal now?"
"It's done."
"Has the tribulation of becoming an immortal passed?" Feng Wuli was surprised.
"It's passed."
Feng Wuli ignored him, "Monsters have an infinite lifespan compared to humans. It's okay for humans to desire to become immortals. Why did Lord Shengqing become an immortal?"
Shengqing smiled: "Elves are different from people. Most elves are not obsessed with cultivation. We have a longer life, eat the wind and drink, and invite the stars to admire, but just like the seeds planted in spring, they will bear fruit in autumn. It's just that It just happened to be my turn."
Feng Wuli is not a good person, but he is also very good at becoming an immortal. If necessary, he will become an immortal in the future.
"Is it convenient to talk about the catastrophe of becoming an immortal when you are promoted to high rank?"
"It doesn't matter if you say it."
The little apprentice went over to sit with the little zombie. Wang Xilou peeled melons for him one by one and put them in his hand.
"The tribulation of becoming an immortal is related to the spiritual entanglement. The spiritual entanglement I was born with is astrological divination. The tribulation of becoming an immortal is counting three. Once it starts, it cannot be ended. If all three hexagrams are present, I will be able to survive this tribulation."
"First of all, I have calculated that my last hexagram will definitely predict the life and death of an extraordinary creature."
"Secondly, after calculating the last hexagram, the creature will definitely die within ten days."
Feng Wuli and Wang Xilou were both stunned. What kind of immortal is this? Can't they survive lying down?
God is giving out benefits?
"But I couldn't leave during the tribulation period, and the monsters in the forest ran out early. I thought I was going to lose it, but suddenly I felt the breath of twenty-eight practitioners in the mountain forest where I was going through the tribulation."
He only needs to randomly choose one of the twenty-eight practices to survive this calamity.
"It's just that I couldn't bear to kill innocent people, so I raised the wind to drive them away, but they didn't. They still wandered back to the mountains and forests to find out where the immortals were."
Wang Xilou's eyes widened. He had successfully overcome the tribulation, that is to say, he had figured out the last hexagram!
"Did you figure out the last hexagram?"
"never mind."
"Forget it who?"
Shengqing was about to say something when a picture on the cube TV suddenly interrupted him. He was gentle and said he still wanted to drink tea.
Feng Wuli went to pour him tea.
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He replied: "Forget it myself."
He calculated for ten days that he would definitely die. If the calculation was accurate, he would die. If the calculation was not accurate, one of the three hexagrams would be wrong, and the immortal gate would be lost, and he would definitely die.
This is his calamity.
In fact, he is not, he is still the gentle and elegant king of the past. No matter how he changes the clothes on his body, whether it is a Confucian robe or a lining, or whether he is holding a Coke or a Coke in his hand, these are all easy things in the world and have nothing to do with him. He just feels it. He has a thirst for knowledge about everything, just like when he saw the wind and couldn't help getting on and off a motorcycle, he is still kind-hearted.
The only good thing about a snake is to be promoted to a high official.
Feng Wuli couldn't understand.
If it were him, he would definitely choose someone else in order to survive, but this would be more uncomfortable than letting him die when he was promoted to the Qing Dynasty.
So, he chose to die by himself.
This is the mentality of monsters, they live very purely.
Wang Xilou couldn't help but feel a little sad when he thought that a guy he knew a lot but was not considered a friend was leaving again.
"You must be a ***." She sighed.
He smiled, shook his head, and asked with a smile: "Want to beat the king? I'm still a few stars short of this season."
It's not a monster.
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