What?
Fang Laomo, who was frightened by the countless martial arts masters, legendary figures, and living stone-level beings in future generations, looked confused.
Only when Cao Yi's figure disappeared completely did he come back to his senses.
Carrying a pair of small hands behind his back, he walked around the room while repeatedly revisiting in his mind Cao Yi's expression when he photographed him just now, as well as the gestures that might have any special meaning.
A long time passed, my head almost exploded thinking about it, and I still didn’t understand what it meant.
At the same time, a few miles away from Fangzhai, there was a small building on the street.
King Ginseng, who had already ordered the food and drinks, poured wine for Cao Yi and said with a smile: "I don't know, I thought it was the beautiful monkey who was apprenticed to Patriarch Bodhi."
After Cao Yi glared at it, he picked up the wine glass, took a sip, then put it down and said, "Fang Han is not from a good background. He is used to the cold and warm relationships, and has developed a low self-esteem, selfishness, boldness, and flexibility. His complex character of being strong, ferocious, and a villain who succeeds is very similar to the monkey who just debuted. If he hadn't been corrected a little when he was still weak, he might have killed me too if I got in his way that day."
King Ginseng patted his thigh and said, "Don't tell me, they are really similar to monkeys. When monkeys were first born, they were only wild. To put it bluntly, they were selfish and cruel. TV dramas beautified monkeys. Later, in order to live forever, monkeys left Huaguo Mountain. , traveled all the way across the ocean, ran to the land, wandered in human society for a long time, and was used to seeing the warmth and coldness of human beings. When I practiced with Patriarch Bodhi, I did not make any mistakes, but more out of reverence. After becoming a disciple, my nature It was exposed. He didn’t know how to hold back. He attacked anyone who bullied him, and finally ended up being suppressed. If Fang Han hadn’t had an author open a cheat and had a rebellious background, he would have ended up worse than Sun Wukong.”
Having said this, it looked at Cao Yi with a meaningful look.
Isn't Cao Yi a defiant protagonist who is always cheating in life and always survives in desperate situations?
Cao Yi ignored him and continued to drink wine and eat vegetables.
Speaking of which, this kind of pyrotechnic life is the real life. Those ascetic protagonists who practice every day and have no idea of age and life are so boring.
In a flash, half an hour passed.
The food was finished and the wine was finished.
"Taoist Master, how about I go and tell him clearly? I guess he is not as smart as a monkey."
King Shen said softly.
Cao Yi hummed.
He was also a little worried that Fang Han was confused.
…
In the room, Fang Han didn't even eat to think about what Cao Yi meant.
I was so hungry that my stomach growled.
It's too late to go eat now.
He remembered that there was a piece of pastry in the cabinet next to the bed.
It was for his birthday not long ago. He gritted his teeth and spent money to buy it. He didn't want to eat it and kept it.
He rummaged through the cabinet, found the key, opened the cabinet, and was dumbfounded.
The pastry inside was gone, only a little bit of crumbs.
In the corner not far from the box containing pastries, a small mouse hole appeared at some point.
"Damn mouse, how dare you eat my sweet-scented osmanthus cake"
He was so angry that his head was almost smoking.
Just then, a little head popped out of the mouse hole.
Fang Han had been practicing for so long, and it was not in vain. He reached out very quickly and suddenly reached out and grabbed the little mouse's head.
"Zhizhi..."
The little mouse screamed in panic.
Fang Han carried the little mouse with a sullen look on his face, walked to the bucket, scooped up some water, walked outside, and poured it into the depression.
Then, squat down and press the little mouse inside.
The little mouse squeaked and struggled.
Just when the little mouse was about to die, Fang Han stopped.
Returned to the room, found tools for making a fire, and lit a fire at the door.
Put the little mouse on the fire for a while and bring it out for a while.
The little mouse was tortured so badly that life was worse than death.
Fang Han was still angry, so he found another knife and wanted to peel off the skin of the little mouse.
The corner of Ginseng's mouth twitched as he watched King Ginseng outside the yard for a long time.
This kid is too vindictive, so don't offend him in the future.
After all, Fang Han still didn't finish skinning the little mouse.
His technique was too unfamiliar, and the little mouse was injured too badly, so he died with just one stab.
"Fang Han, what are you doing?"
King Ginseng attached himself to Fang Dayu, who lived in the same courtyard as Fang Han, and walked out carrying an oil paper bag.
"This mouse stole my sweet-scented osmanthus cake"
Fang Han said depressedly.
"It's okay, I have roast chicken here."
King Ginseng smiled and shook the oil paper bag in his hand.
Fang Han was a little surprised. In his memory, Fang Dayu was not a very generous person.
"You have to take out the half bottle of wine you hid."
King Shen licked his lips deliberately and said.
"I'll go right away"
Fang Han turned around and returned to the room.
Soon, he came out with half a bottle of wine.
The two of them were drinking wine and eating roast chicken on the stone table in the small courtyard, chatting and spanking.
Fang Han wanted to speak several times but stopped.
King Shen was worried for him.
"I, I have something to ask you?"
Fang Han finally couldn't help but said.
"What's up?"
King Shen didn't even raise his head.
"I have a friend who met an expert. He wanted to be his disciple, but the expert patted him on the shoulder three times and left. What do you mean by this?"
Fang Han asked pretending to be calm.
I also have a friend who thinks you are making up stories on Zhihu.
King Shen complained in his heart.
"Three taps on the shoulder and I don't know. Three taps on the head and I know."
King Shen said.
Fang Han's eyes suddenly brightened, "What does patting the head three times mean?"
He took a look at the wine glass on the stone table of the Imperial Palace and nuzzled his mouth.
Fang Han understood immediately and poured King Ginseng a glass of wine.
King Shen finished his drink and said, "It's a long story. It's a story about a monkey..."
Fang Han has been working in the Fang family. He heard such a mysterious story as Journey to the West, and his eyes almost popped out of his head.
I heard that the monkey had an extraordinary origin. He was very envious because he was born a slave.
He heard that monkeys were free in Huaguo Mountain, and he yearned for it very much.
Over the years, he has been trapped in the Fang family like a caged bird.
Hearing that the monkey was distressed for immortality, he thought of himself who had always hoped to truly cultivate.
He felt the same when he heard that the monkey had suffered all the way to become a disciple.
When I heard that Monkey wanted to become a disciple, he wanted to learn the real skills and refused Patriarch Bodhi repeatedly. He was hit three times on the head and his expression was very strange.
Why does that Taoist priest behave so much like Patriarch Bodhi?
"The monkey is so smart. He quickly figured out that three o'clock means the third watch. At the third watch, he went to see Patriarch Bodhi. As expected, the Patriarch was waiting for him. So from that day on, the monkey embarked on the path of practice. I quickly learned somersault clouds and seventy-two transformations..."
King Shen kept talking until the monkeys made a big fuss in the heaven.
"What happened next?"
Fang Han asked anxiously, just like those readers who couldn't read the following because the author suddenly stopped updating.
