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The feeling of falling from the clouds again in the past few days made Han Youyu very uncomfortable. If it weren't for his father Han Dingtian and his brother Han Kunpeng, he would have been driven down the mountain before he could recover from his injuries.
The knife he received on the Ascension Altar was not fatal, but the wound was extremely difficult to heal. Although he was no longer a Taoist disciple, there were people from the Taoist sect who came regularly for treatment in the past few days.
Today is still the day when he is lying in the living room. Han Youyu is like an eggplant beaten by frost, looking at the roof with dull eyes. He has lost weight in the past few days, and his body that was already hollowed out due to excessive drinking and sex is now even thinner. It is extremely haggard.
Han Kunpeng on the side was actually a little lucky that his brother was like this. In his words, it was the only way to have a long memory, and it was better than dying in any way in the future.
Han Dingtian was not too angry or criticized about this. On the contrary, he had quarreled with his wife several times in the past few days, but he never took his anger out on his frustrated son.
It's really incredible.
Han Dingtian was pacing in the room after he had just sent away his fellow disciples who came for treatment. The Han Kunpeng brothers certainly could not guess what their father was thinking. The atmosphere was quiet and depressing.
There was a knock on the door.
For the past few days, since his master was sent to the back mountain to watch his merits and deeds, this man, who was also well-known in the world outside the mountain, has been looking for this place in Wudang Mountain that he only heard of its name but did not know its true location. . The fellow disciples and brothers with whom he was usually friends were avoiding his family at this time. Several fellow disciples under his master were more or less deliberately keeping their distance at this time, obviously they were afraid of offending them. He was so smelly that he and his family had to go out and find the master's whereabouts. Fortunately, Han Kunpeng's arrival also gave him some time to rest.
Thinking that his wife, who had gone out to inquire early in the morning, came back, Han Dingtian, who was pacing, said with a bit of boredom in his voice, "I won't come in!"
But people outside the house still knocked three times.
Seeing this, Han Kunpeng opened the door, but it was a Taoist priest he had never seen before in his sect.
He didn't know him, so Han Kunpeng turned to look at his father. The latter was also at a loss. You must know that except for the senior brother who came to his room on time every day, Han Kunpeng didn't even have the juniors who used to deliver meals to his family. , now a Taoist priest suddenly came to the door, Han Dingtian was naturally confused.
Holding his fists and saluting, Han Dingtian said, "Good morning, Taoist Master."
The Taoist priest outside the door saw that there was no one around, and did not return the greeting. He went straight into the room, closed the door behind him, groped for a while on his face, and took off a human skin mask, revealing the face of a pretty woman.
Han Dingtian quickly knelt down and said "Master's wife".
After seeing the person coming clearly, Han Kunpeng didn't dare to show any signs of neglect, and he bowed to the ground and said "Master's wife".
Only Han Youyu was confused and didn't know the identity of the visitor. He just looked at the posture of his father and brother and thought wildly that his master had a Taoist monk that he had never seen before?
It’s just...you’re too young and good-looking, right? !
Han Youyu, whose scar hadn't healed yet and had completely forgotten the pain, was just guessing when he saw the woman with an absolutely eye-catching appearance looking over and heard her say: "Your master arrived a few days ago."
Naturally, these words were not meant for Han Youyu. The woman continued: "This boy almost hit him."
Needless to say, the words were referring to the person lying on the bed, but Han Dingtian, who was kneeling on the ground to salute, visibly trembled.
"It's time for you to move around."
As she spoke, the thin piece of dough in the woman's hand once again covered her face, caressing it for a while.
"You don't need me to teach you what to do, right?" The woman turned around, walked to Han Kunpeng, squatted down, pinched the fair face, and breathed like a blue, "If something leaks out again because of some bad things, , just think carefully about it."
Han Kunpeng, who did not dare to look directly at him, avoided his eyes and did not dare to breathe. Han Dingtian only said "yes".
The woman who came and went in such a hurry seemed to have never appeared at all. There were still three people in the room, the father and his son. However, the humble movements of the two people kneeling on the ground made Han Youyu, who was covered with clouds and mist on the bed, even more stunned.
"father…"
"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask!"
Han Dingtian stood up and scolded him, wanting to chase him out, but he thought twice and looked at his son on the bed, who was getting more and more frightened, and added, "From now on, you can't leave even half a step behind Kunpeng, otherwise you'll be beaten." Cut off your dog legs!"
At the end of the sentence, he turned to Han Kunpeng, who had just stood up, causing the latter to quickly say "yes".
Before leaving, Han Dingtian, who was worried, said again, "Don't ask anything!"
Han Youyu, who was lying on the bed, was still thinking about the woman he should have called "Master's wife" just now, and was in a daze.
Not much uglier than that little girl Ye Xiayou.
Obviously, those explanations turned a deaf ear.
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Henan Road, Yanzhou, Xianyuan.
A charming woman in a beige robe, with black hair that is as long as a waterfall and reaches past her waist, she is meticulous. A pair of pink and phoenix eyes with peach blossoms, and the stars in them are fascinating. At first glance, she must be about forty years old, but she still has charm, and her beautiful appearance has a more indescribable flavor than that of a young woman.
MILFs are mature enough to pick them off.
Under a majestic archway with five rooms and six columns, a charming woman is pacing back and forth.
She didn't dare to go in.
In other words, it's not that she doesn't dare, but for her, coming here has caused her to suffer more or less pain that other people can't experience.
Thinking again of all the things she had endured over the years, the charming woman put aside all the ridiculous thoughts in her mind and looked up at the only archway in the world that had been passed down for thousands of years without any damage.
Compared to the Wudang one, this one is no less than a thousand years older.
There is an auspicious relief in the middle, with four Chinese characters for "encircling the arch" and "doing my duty". On the pillars surrounded by people on both sides hang two wooden plaques weathered to the point of cracking over time. It is similar to a couplet, but it can be made up of four characters, and it has nothing to do with the rhyme and oblique rhythm. , this is the only one in the world.
It is great to have tolerance and to be practical in the world.
A middle-aged man in a moon-white robe and a Xiaoyao scarf on his head quickly walked out, stepped through the vermilion door, passed through the tall archway, and grabbed the woman's arm and hurriedly walked aside.
"Why are you here?" The visitor asked with an unkind look on his face and a bit of confusion in his tone.
The woman naturally threw away the man's arm, looked around and said to him, "Why, we haven't seen you for seven or eight years, and this place is closed?"
In response to the woman's nonsensical answer, the man took a few deep breaths and felt worried, and said: "We have something to talk about. Tell me, you have already left, why are you coming back?"
The woman pretended to be surprised, "Oh, do I need to report to you where I am going?"
Being so sarcastic, the man could only tell himself to calm down and silently recite the four words on the stone pillar not far away, "Tolerance is great." He still asked: "What do you want to do?"
The woman smiled and said, "I'm looking for you."
The man was speechless.
The woman was smiling. Obviously, for her, teasing the man in front of her was her favorite thing.
The woman said again: "I came all the way here, and you won't let me go in for a bowl of water?"
The man stared at the pair of peach blossom eyes that once fascinated him, and took out a rough breath again. This time, he was obviously not as irritable as before, and asked calmly: "You dare to go in?"
Obviously she didn't expect to get such a rhetorical question, and naturally she didn't expect that the other party could calm down so quickly. When the woman smiled, her peach blossom eyes, which were as curved as half moons, gradually turned into full moons. Her smile froze and then quickly opened again, and she said with a smile: "So many You have developed a heart of stone in Nian, but I still miss you."
The man turned sideways, not looking at the woman. He put one hand behind his back and said, "If you have anything to say, please tell me. I have something else to do."
The woman followed the man's gaze and looked at the archway that towered above the sky. She sighed and said, "Are you still counting on what you promised me back then?"
The man's mood stirred again, and he looked at the woman in disbelief, "Are you still thinking about that kind of thing?"
The woman turned to look at him, "What, could it be that my family's death was in vain?"
The man was panting like an ox and could not calm down.
The woman exhales like a orchid, and clicks to the end.
It wasn't until the man's chest became quiet that he spoke: "Ayu, because of you seven years ago, I was demoted to the rank of Confucian scholar and was not allowed to enter the Confucian Temple. What else do you want from me?"
"You still know that I am Ayu?" The woman's face suddenly became ferocious, and she looked at the man in front of her fiercely, "Have you forgotten why I didn't become your Ayu? Have you ever thought about the reason why we are not together? You only think about that. The illusory name of a saint! I asked you to leave me because of a few shabby books, and now you tell me that because I was demoted as a Confucian scholar? Meng Kezhai, you have been thinking about yourself all your life, and you have never considered it I take it seriously!”
The woman was about to cry.
"Do you know how much I have suffered over the years, but you want me to forget it with just one sentence? That's my family! That's Brother Azhai who has been with me for eight years! I want them to know , I will take back whatever is taken from me, no matter how long it takes!"
The man named Meng Kezhai stood stunned on the spot.
The woman raised her sleeves to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, "Meng Kezhai, it's understandable that you didn't help me. I also know that you have also gotten married in the past few years, and it was me, Meng Lang, who was rude. I just wanted to come and see you, and then tell you." , I’m fine, but right now it seems that I’m just being too sentimental. Don’t bother me, I’ll see you later.”
The corner of the woman's mouth rose and then dissipated when she was pulled by the man after turning around.
"How can I help you?"
The man's words didn't seem to have any effect. The woman pushed her away and wiped the corners of her eyes again, her back looking pitiful.
"No need, I don't want you to be implicated because of me again, let me do it myself this time."
Obviously, the man's clenched hand directly rejected the woman, "Ayu, what's the use of talking about this now? If you come back this time, I won't let you leave again."
The woman turned around and forced a smile on her face, "Brother Azhai, you have become a Confucian scholar. I'm afraid you will be angered by them again."
The man hesitated again and again and finally raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corner of the woman's eyes, "It doesn't matter. I have been in this apricot altar for more than forty years and have been a teacher for more than ten years. I have no idea what my disciples are. Even if they are Confucian scholars, they can still deny those who come from my sect." Me, sir? I take the blame? I, Meng Kezhai, can take the trouble if I want to. If I don’t want to, let’s see who dares to give me such a bad breath!”
It is said in Xingtan that he is the only scholar in the past century who is expected to be called a "teacher" by everyone, and he is so heroic.
The charming woman's eyebrows are curved, and the pear blossoms with rain are even more charming.
"Brother Azhai." The woman held the hands that she had held day and night with a smile.
The man who was still bound by ethics pulled his hands away in embarrassment, his eyes averted, and he still had the bold look that he showed just now, looking down on everything. He hesitated and asked, "What are your plans?"
The woman was amused by the man's amusing dodge, and did not show any signs of it. She just said softly: "It's not convenient to say it here. It would be bad if someone sees it. Brother Azhai, I have booked an inn in the city. When you have some free time, come over and find me."
The man was slightly stunned.
"No one else but myself."
The woman's bashful face, how coquettishly she wants to resist but still welcomes him, is really heart-wrenching.
How can an ordinary person bear such a posture and such an age?
The man agreed and left. With his mouth dry, he just wanted to drink a bucket of water and suppress the fire in his throat.
Watching the man go away, the charming woman's eyes fell on the archway. Seeing the twelve characters that first came into view again in several years, the charming woman touched her cheek in a playful way, then slightly opened her collar, curled her lips and murmured.
"Tolerance is a virtue."
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