MTL - Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect-Chapter 1

Cheng Qianxu was ten years old and his figure was too long to keep up.

Near mid-day, he took Chai He from the gate of the courtyard into the hall. A whole bundle of firewood was a bit immovable, and he had to run back and forth twice. Then he wiped his sweat and set himself on fire to cook.

These days, there is a guest at home. His dad is busy with the guests, everything like washing vegetables, cooking, burning firewood, and chopping wood fell on Cheng Qian's head. He became a short-legged gyro, and he was able to shave his tiredness anytime and anywhere. wind of.

Because he was too short, although Cheng Qian was able to get the pot table, the cauldron was still a bit inconvenient to operate. He found a small stool from the corner of the hall and stepped on it.

The stool has four legs of different lengths and goes in and out. Cheng Qian has learned to cook on the stool since he was six years old. After countless times almost planted in the pot and turned into human broth, he learned how to be equal to this. Qi's stepping stones coexist peacefully, maintaining the balance of wind and rain.

That day, while he was standing on a small stool and adding water to the cauldron, his brother came back.

Brother Cheng is already fifteen. He is a big and small man. He walked into the hall with a sweat, silently, glanced around, and then took the younger brother off the stool with one hand. Pushing lightly on his back, he said muffledly, "I'm coming, you can play."

Of course, Cheng Qian wouldn't really go out and play heartlessly. He called the elder brother obediently, then squatted silently and pulled up the bellows.

Cheng Dalang glanced down at him, saying nothing, but his eyes were a little complicated.

The Cheng family has three sons, Cheng Qianxing Second, and until the night before, the guest was still called Cheng Erlang.

Dalang knows that the word "erlang" is probably coming to an end now. This simple nickname, together with his second brother, is going to make a makeover together and travel to another country.

The guest who came the day after yesterday was a Taoist priest, whose name is not very ominous, and he bluntly claimed to be "Mu Chunchun", but only in terms of appearance, I am afraid that this real person may not have any real ability. I saw that he kept a sparse A goatee, half-opened and half-closed with triangular eyes, and a pair of slim feet exposed under the long robe, did not see how the fairy wind bones, like a fortune-teller who swindled and cheated.

The real person was passing by here on the way, and came to ask for a bowl of water to drink. I never expected to see Cheng Erlang.

Cheng Erlang had just ran back from the outside at the village. There was an old boy who hadn't tried for a long time in the village. He received students to teach. The old boy's knowledge was very sparse. I didn't like it. I only accepted Brother Fang Kong, real money, and the amount was not accurate. Every time I wasted, I reached out to the students again.

Taking him as a person is really not worthy of preaching and teaching the sage books, but there is no way. Rural children can't read books easily. For dozens of miles, they can't find the second gentleman who can teach them.

In the family of the Cheng family, there must be no spare money for the sons to read any books, but those who have crooked teeth also seem to have some strange attraction to Cheng Erlang naturally. He can't go straight and listen. .

Lao Tongsheng consciously believes that every spittle is a painstaking effort, and he refuses to let people listen. He often talks about half, so he must come out and inspect it vigilantly.

Cheng Erlang then turned into a monkey and hid in the big locust tree in the doorway of the old boy's home. Every time he overheard, he had to hear the sweat of "training Qijiapingxiaxia".

Last night, Cheng Erlang was wearing such a sweat and was driven by his father to give the guests a bowl of water. The strange guest didn't pick it up. He stretched out a hand that was as thin as a cold branch and didn't touch the bones. What weird tricks were used, only slightly raised Erlang's face, and looked at this young child who tried to imitate "student sourness".

I do n’t know what the real person saw in this eye. After reading it anyway, he nodded in a god-like manner, and spoke to the Cheng family in a stern way: "I think this son has a good qualification, and he may be able to make a fortune in the future. Maybe there is great fortune, not something in the pool. "

When the real person said this, Dalang was also present. Dalang was following the apprentice apprentice and met some people who came and went from the north to the south. He was consciously a bit insightful, and he had never heard of a pair of eyes to see that his qualifications were good. Bad thing.

Dalang had just tried to dismiss the scammers with contempt, but before he could speak, he found that his dad had actually listened to these ghost words, and suddenly he realized what was coming to him with a horror.

The Cheng family was not wealthy. His mother gave birth to a younger brother a year ago. The younger brother had a difficult life. As a result, his mother had been weak after giving birth and could not get a bed. In this way, the family lacked a strong work force and had a whole lot more. The medicine jars that take medicine every day are not affluent, and they are more stretched for a while.

The year is not good this year, without a drop of rain for a few months, and it looks like a wasteland with no harvest. The three brothers ... I am afraid that I can't afford to raise them.

Dalang knows what his parents think. He has been an apprentice for a year and a half, and after another year and a half, he will be able to see the money back at home. This is the Cheng family ’s future hope, and the younger brother is still in the midst of doing it. The father and mother can't afford to leave, so there is only one middle Erlang, which is purely superfluous, and it is useless to keep it. If you can send the passers-by to pass by to repair the immortals, it would be a place to go.

When it is completed, it is the grave of the old family's grave that hits the Grand Canal. If it fails, there is nothing to do. Let him go with others, whether it be a river or a lake, or a deceitful deceit. If you have enough food to eat, you can grow up.

The real person of Mu Chun and the family members of Cheng Jiashu's eye-to-eye contact and soon concluded the "sale", the real person left a piece of broken silver, they paid for it in one hand, and handed it over to another. Cheng Erlang has since renamed Cheng Qian This afternoon, he will cut off the dust and follow the master to set off on the road.

Dalang is a few years behind his second brother. He usually has nothing to talk about, and is not very close. However, the second brother was sensible since he was young, he did n’t cry and did n’t make trouble, and he never messed up with his clothes. Let the younger brother and sick mother, only work first, never complain.

Dalang didn't say it, but he hurt his brother.

But there is no way, his family is poor and he ca n’t afford to feed. Before he settled down at the top door of his Cheng family, he said that nothing was too big.

No matter what, it ’s also flesh and blood. Can you sell it?

Dalang's thoughts became more and more unpleasant, and he took a big iron spoon to shoot out the pit of the old liar's head, but after thinking about it, he didn't dare-after all, if he really has this courage, he doesn't have to run around with apprentices. Wouldn't it be more profitable to beat homes?

Cheng Qian was not completely ignorant of his father's and mother's plans and his brother's depression.

He is not early wisdom, and can not be compared with those seven-year-old prodigies, 13 prodigy prodigies, but the ordinary degree of mind.

My dad was greedy for the night, my elder brother Phi Xing Daiyue, and my mother put his elder brother and younger brother in his eyes, so he could n’t let him go. Therefore, in the Cheng family, although no one hit him and scolded him, no one took him seriously. He is also instinctive by nature, trying not to make people irritating as much as possible. The most extraordinary thing he has ever done in his life is to climb the tree of an old boy, and listen to a holy book with a **** in his ears.

He was diligent, hardworking, and regarded himself as a trot, a long-time worker, and a small servant—just not a son.

Cheng Qian didn't know what it was like to be a son.

The child should have talked loudly and jumped up and down, but since Cheng Qian is not a son, he naturally does not have the privilege of speaking up and naughty. He has something in his heart that he can't bear to confide. In the long run, the words can't be scattered. There are many potholes in his small chest.

Cheng Qian, who had a rain on the beach, knew that his father and mother had sold him, but he was a little strangely calm in his heart, as if he had expected such a day.

Before leaving, Cheng Qian's sick young seedling stepped out of bed and shivered him to the side, shaking her eyes with a small parcel, which contained a few pieces of clothes for washing and a mess of bread. Needless to say, the clothes Still, his elder brother couldn't change it, and his dad made it all night long.

After all, it was the flesh that fell from her body. His mother looked at him and couldn't help but reached into his cuffs and pulled out. Cheng Qian saw that she groped for a handful of copper coins. The potty, dark-colored copper coins suddenly Cheng Qian's indifferent heartstrings were agitated slightly. He was like a frozen beast, shaking his nose in the snow and ice, and smelled a little bit of mother.

But the money was also seen by his father. The man coughed heavily beside him. His mother had to tear the money back with tears.

So the taste of the mother was like a mirror blooming water, flickering, without Rong Cheng sneaking a real smell, it disappeared again.

"Erlang is here," his unsophisticated mother took Cheng Qian's hand and led him to the back room. After two steps, he snorted and panted.

She sat wearily on a wide bench, pointed to the small oil lamp hanging from the roof, and asked weakly, "Erlang, do you know what it is?"

Cheng Qian looked up indifferently: "The fairy is a bright light."

This unbelievably small lamp is the heirloom of their old Cheng family. According to legend, it is the dowry of Grandma Cheng Qian, a big palm, no wick, no oil, and a few lines of charms carved on the simple ebony base. It can glow on its own, illuminating that square foot for a long time.

You can't figure it out if you don't know how to grow old. What's the use of this broken thing here, other than recruiting bugs in summer?

However, since it is a fairy ware, it does not need to have any practical purpose. As long as it is sometimes visited in the neighborhood of the neighborhood, it can be displayed for one or two. For the rural villager, it is a treasure that can be passed down from generation to generation.

The so-called "fairy wares" are things that have been engraved with spells by immortals, and ordinary people can't imitate them-there are many kinds of fairy wares, and they are used in a variety of ways. There are lamps that don't need refueling, and paper that is not afraid of burning. Beds, etc., all vary.

In the past, a villager came to the village to tell a storyteller. In the prosperous city, there are houses with "immortal bricks" behind them, reflecting the sun like a glazed roof. The gold is as brilliant as a palace. The spells written by the immortals can avoid all poisons and all diseases. A broken bowl requires four or two gold pieces, but it is still sought after.

"Immortals", also known as "cultivators," also known as "talents" or "real people"-the former usually self-proclaimed, and can seem a little humble when they listen.

It is said that they started by introducing air into the body and communicating with the heavens and the earth. When they are deepened, they can also break the ground and eat, and go to heaven and earth, even immortality and immortality ... Various legends have spread widely, but true immortals have grown up. Several noses and eyes, no one has ever seen it, just listening to God.

The immortal people are indeterminate, and good immortals are even more rare, and noble officials are eager.

The Cheng family lady bent down, looked at Cheng Qian indulgently, and asked softly, "Wait for Erlang to return, but also make a long light for the mother?"

Cheng Qian didn't answer, just raised her eyelids and gave her a glance, thinking coldly: "You want to be beautiful, you sent me out today. After that, whether I succeed in school or not, I will die or live, it will be a pig or a dog. I Will never come back to see you again. "

The Cheng family lady stunned, and found that the child was not like her parents, but she had the shadow of her older brother.

Her eldest brother was the little piece of green smoke emerging from the grave of her family. Since childhood, she has not looked like a peasant family. She has a picturesque appearance. Her parents lost her house for him to study, and he also fought for it. Xiucai, everyone said that her family had a Wenquxing.

However, Wen Quxing probably did not want to stay in the world for a long time, and before he was admitted to the public, he was very sick.

When the elder brother died, the Cheng family lady was still small, and some impressions have been blurred. Now suddenly I remember that when the man was alive, it was the same. Regardless of whether his heart was happy or full of anger, he only gave such an understatement and held back too much. It's so exciting, it makes people afraid, how can they not get close.

The lady of the Cheng family involuntarily let go of pulling Qian Qian's hand. At the same time, Cheng Qian took a half step back without any trace.

In this way, docile and silent, he stopped the mother and child's life from death.

Cheng Qian thinks that what he did was not because of resentment. There is no reason for resentment—his father and mother have the grace of being born and nurturing him. Even if their kindness is abandoned halfway, half of them are no longer needed, so at best It's just a balance between merits and demerits.

He looked down at his toes, and said to himself, Father and mother didn't see him in the eyes, it was nothing, and sold him to a triangle-eyed priest, and it was nothing. 2k novel reading network