Chapter 2: 2

The little Taoist Qingyang went out of the city. First, he walked along the avenue for a while, met a fork, and walked from the path towards a group of continuous hills. After walking for more than half an hour, I bypassed a valley and climbed to the middle of the mountain from behind. From a distance, I saw an old path view.

The Taoist temple is extremely dilapidated. I don't know how many years have passed. There are rotten beams, rotten tiles and residual bricks, and traces of repair can be seen everywhere, as if it could collapse at any time. The Taoist temple is also really small, with a radius of only two or three feet, not even the yard. The entrance is the main hall. There is only a little spare space in the corners on both sides of the main hall as their usual rest place.

The hall is empty. You can see the side at a glance. Master Songhe and old Taoist priest don't know where they have gone. Qingyang was wondering. Suddenly, an old voice said, "little miscellaneous hair, why did you come back at this time? Do you want to starve me?"

Qingyang followed his voice to the back of the Taoist temple. On the stone under a crooked neck tree, a sloppy old Taoist lay on his side. The old Taoist was white in beard and hair. He was wearing a worn Taoist robe. He was thin and ruddy. He brushed his beard with one hand and pillowed his head with the other hand. If he didn't consider his dirty clothes, he could be regarded as a boy with white hair.

The old Taoist is no one else, but the master of the little Taoist in Qingyang, immortal song he. Beside the old Taoist, there is a huge wine gourd with a nose. A faint smell of wine wafts around. I don't know how much master drank. He was drunk and hazy before noon.

Seeing the carefree appearance of the old Taoist, Qingyang was immediately full of grievances and said, "what are you, master? I work hard to make money outside. You drink at home. I have to cook for you when I come back? Is there any reason?"

The old Taoist Songhe narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a smile, "I'm your master. It's natural for my apprentice to serve the master. I've worked hard to raise you up just for today. Can I make a meal and ask immortal Songhe to do it myself?"

The little Taoist Qingyang snorted coldly and said, "I'm afraid that's why you lied to me to go up the mountain? Old liar! If it weren't for you, I might sit in the Gongyuan of Xiping mansion for the exam now. If I had better luck, I would be promoted to high school in one fell swoop and have a bright future for the rest of my life. How can I be better than staying with clay sculpture and wood carving on this mountain."

Hearing Qingyang's words, the old Taoist Songhe immediately raised his white eyebrows and said angrily, "you ungrateful little miscellaneous hair. If I hadn't turned you up the mountain, you would have been starved to death by your mean sister-in-law."

Qingyang calls Songhe an old liar. He has not wronged him at all. When he was young, this Songhe old Taoist cheated, ate, drank, whored, gambled, sneaked around. What kind of bad things have he never done? Otherwise, Qingyang can't learn the skill of empty handed.

Of course, Songhe didn't bully ordinary people by these skills. These are just his self-protection means. The Jianghu is dangerous and difficult to survive. Without any means to defend himself, how can old Taoist Songhe live safely until now?

But the words of little Taoist Qingyang are not wrong. He really turned from the foot of the mountain ten years ago. Qingyang originally lived in a small town under Xiping mansion. His family was OK. After his parents died, he lived with his brother and sister-in-law. It's a pity that my brother and sister-in-law are not virtuous. They suffered a lot at the age of five or six. It's even more common to be beaten and starved.

According to the normal situation, Qingyang didn't know whether he could live to be an adult. Later, he was just met by the pine crane on the tour road. Seeing his pity, he used a string of sugar gourd to turn Qingyang to the mountain.

Although Songhe turned Qingyang up the mountain, he saved his life. Qingyang couldn't argue, but said angrily: "You lied to me first. At the beginning, you said you were a descendant of immortals. There were many ways to cultivate immortals. I followed you up the mountain after you could become an immortal teacher admired by everyone. As a result, what have you taught me over the years? It's all some means of deception, not an old liar?"

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Being bluff and deceive, the old man's face was red. "Is it not a skill to cheat?" you can learn to live well enough to support your family.

"You lied to me anyway." the little Taoist of Qingyang still refused.

"It's not all my fault. My master fooled me like that at the beginning. Now that our Taoist temple has been spread, there are only these means of deception. What do I not tell you?"

Old Taoist Songhe first told his grievances and said, "master Tao, my whole body skills have been passed on to you. Now there are only the broken Taoist temple and the wine gourd around me. Take whatever you like. This wine gourd is the keepsake of the leader of our Taoist temple. It is said that it is still a treasure I can't afford. I'll pass it on to you today. Maybe you can study it one day."

From small to large, Qingyang has studied the wine gourd many times and never found anything strange about him. After listening to master's words, he glanced and said, "you've lied to me with that broken gourd again. Who believes it? You'd better continue to take the dress bar."

Seeing that Qingyang was not fooled, Songhe picked up the wine gourd and poured himself a mouthful of wine. He said with a smile, "don't forget it. I'll keep drinking. Little miscellaneous hair, why don't you cook quickly? I'm starving to death, and I've wasted half a day here with you."

Just now, the two of them just had a habitual quarrel and didn't become angry because they called a little miscellaneous hair or an old liar. They have been living together for nearly ten years and have deep feelings. They have long surpassed the relationship between teachers and disciples. It's not too much to say that they are father and son.

Not only the master Songhe was hungry, but also Qingyang was hungry. He ate all the dry food he brought into the city last night and hurried all morning. He had been hungry for a long time. Qingyang had to kiss his mouth at the Songhe and turned into the Taoist temple to prepare lunch.

The lunch of Qingyang and Songhe was very simple. They simply cooked a little brown rice with a small plate of pickles. Qingyang finished the meal and said to the back, "old liar, have a meal."

"Shifu, my legs are numb. Bring me the rice." song he said.

Master had orders and Qingyang could only do it. He filled a bowl of rice and came to the back of the Taoist temple. As he walked, he whispered, "I can really call people. Now let me bring the rice to him. If I can't move in the future, I don't know how to serve."

The pine crane seemed to have a good ear, and then said, "who makes you an apprentice? I'm a master. Endure it. When you become a master one day, you can call him hard."

"Hum, at that time, I will take more disciples, at least four or five, one to beat his legs, one to fan, one to pour tea and one to serve rice. I envy you." Qingyang said.

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