"Qingfeng! Wake up, wake up!" A small Taoist boy was dressed neatly and pushed a young child next to him hard.

"Well, yes, go, go there!" Qingfeng turned over and lit his bare back to the little Taoist boy. He snored loudly and fell asleep again.

"Hey, you are so helpless! Today is the day when the seventh division uncle selects martial arts disciples." The little Taoist boy kept nagging.

The tender little hand pushed it, and when it saw that there was no effect, the little Taoist boy was anxious and lifted up the quilt and said, "Hmph! Death Qingfeng, I said all day long that I want to learn martial arts and strengthen my body. If I wake you up today, I will definitely blame me in the future..."

He mumbled, the child was not slow to start. He was small and strong, and the quilt was turned up. The breeze's white and fat little butt was exposed to the air. The little Taoist boy was also clever and opened the surrounding windows. In the morning, a stream of air conditioning floated in.

"Yao!" Qingfeng, who was staying in bed, sneezed out and was awakened by the cold Fengyan. His eyes could no longer be closed. He cursed Mingyue in his tender voice in his mouth and said things like "Mingyue would not die well, but his subordinates were not slow at all. He put a green robe on his body in a few seconds.

Blinking his sleepy eyes, Qingfeng heard Mingyue shouting out the word "Zhiwu" loudly, and his body shivered, and immediately woke up, his face became very fast. He was scolding Mingyue just now, but now he hugged Mingyue in his arms and shouted in his mouth: "What a bright moon, good Mingyue, thanks to you, otherwise I would have misled the matter."

Mingyue curled her lips: "I just told me to die Mingyue, but it's so bad Mingyue. OK, let's go quickly, everyone has gone."

Qingfeng nodded while tidying up her clothes, grabbed a towel to wipe her face and ran away, her little eyes blinked. If someone looked carefully, she would find that there was something strange in the eyes of the young child, which seemed to be the sense of stability and vicissitudes of adults.

Qingfeng, this is Gao Qiang's current name! On that day, he was taken to Wudang Mountain by Yin Liting and Mo Shenggu. He thought he could see his idol in his heart, but after a glance, he was pushed by Mo Shenggu and pulled away by a middle-aged Taoist priest with a fat face.

The bull's nose was moving sharply and his strength was amazing - in fact, he was a tall man with a small body and weak body, and he didn't have much strength at all.

The Taoist priest directly pulled him to the well, and the big bucket of cold water was lifted out of the well, and poured him thoroughly from head to toe. Although it was April, there was a warm atmosphere in the air, Gao Qiang was still frozen to death by the cold cold water and almost fainted.

After Gao Qiang, who was half frozen to death, was washed away all over, the Taoist priest stripped his clothes without saying a word and let him lie on the bluestone strip beside the well water. Gao Qiang originally wanted to resist a few times, but when he saw the Taoist priest's fierce look, he didn't dare to say more. He knew that if he said something about a man and a real man to this guy, he would probably only get a few sneers and two buckets of cold water.

He gritted his teeth and lay on the bluestone slab. The middle-aged Taoist priest took out a long brush, about one and a half meters long, and he didn't know what animal hair was wrapped around it. Then he carried a bucket of water and dripped it in water, washing Gao Qiang's body like bristles on horses.

Gao Qiang felt that thousands of tiny burrs were scratched by their body, and their skin was itchy and painful, and they felt very sour and numb. All kinds of feelings came in. Moreover, the Taoist priest was merciless at all. When the brush was swung, the water droplets splashed. Gao Qiang felt like the big white fish placed on the shelf. The Taoist priest was the chef, waving the brush to apply layers of sauce on himself.

Gao Qiang could only endure the unhappiness, and did not dare to scream in his mouth. He was afraid that the Taoist priest would brush a few more times, and he would have a frustration in his heart, which would have completed the experience of the Taoist priest's curse.

Not to mention, the method of this brush is very effective. Gao Qiang felt that the layers of dirt on his body were being plucked down, and pieces of mud fell down on the ground. Gao Qiang was startled. He did not expect that his body was so dirty. He only felt that the layers of skin on his body seemed not his own, and it fell off layer by layer.

This is secondly. There were countless lice and fleas on his body falling to the ground. Gao Qiang looked at the beating little living creature underground and felt extremely disgusting. After all, he was a modern person, and he suddenly felt too difficult to accept after seeing so many things.

Gradually, Gao Qiang felt that this bathing seemed to have become a kind of enjoyment, and he felt a little fun from the pain. When the Taoist priest asked him to lie up on his back, he noticed something again.

I saw the brush dancing up and down around Gao Qiang's body and flying left and right. The middle-aged Taoist priest pinched the sword technique with his left hand and held the brush with his right hand, which rose and fell, and contained a faint pattern.

Gao Qiangxi thought to himself: "It's just this stinky Taoist priest who has such skills when taking a bath. Tsk tsk, it's worthy of being a big sect. It's true that many experts are emerging in order to be on par with Shaolin!"

I don’t know how long it took, how many buckets of water the Taoist priest poured out and how many brushes it changed, and the cleaning process was completed. Gao Qiang looked at the Taoist priest angrily, because the Taoist priest didn’t know how to “pleasant and cherish the fragrance”. When he was taking a shower, he didn’t let go of the small descendants and the back pocket under Gao Qiang’s crotch.

It would be fine if he acted gently and gently, but it was like a storm. Gao Qiang was really afraid that this guy would accidentally "destroy his flowers" and would lose some important abilities in some aspects.

Finally finished the brushing, the Taoist priest breathed a sigh of relief, and he also said angrily: "Where did the little thief come from? There are so many dirty things on his body. It is really the dirtiest one among the children I have ever brushed!"

Gao Qiang was furious when he heard this, but he didn't dare to talk back. He knew that the King of Hell was so difficult to deal with the little ghost, and followed the Taoist priest and walked honestly in the buildings.

Later, the Taoist priest changed his small suit and lived in the same room with a few children. He was divided into a bowl of rice. No one paid attention to him anymore, let alone seeing Yin Liting and Mo Shenggu. As for Zhang Sanfeng, he only left it in his mind to meet him.

At night, the bristle Taoist priest came and named these children one by one. Gao Qiang realized that he was going to be a Taoist boy.

"You, the bright moon!" the guy pointed to a thin bamboo pole and said.

Gao Qiang burst out laughing. Where is the thin moon so thin?

How could I know that the Taoist priest pointed at him: "You, Qingfeng!"

Gao Qiang was stunned for a moment. This is great, with the bright moon and the breeze...

Wait, why is this name so familiar? Gao Qiang blinked his eyes and suddenly remembered that when Zhao Min took the masters recruited by the court to attack Wudang Mountain by pretending to be the Ming Cult, the two little Taoist boys responsible for carrying Yu Daiyan were called: Qingfeng Mingyue!

The reason I remember so clearly is that the breeze and bright moon seem to be a common word for describing scenery.

Gao Qiang always thought it was strange, so he remembered this passage.

Now, I have become a Qingfeng. If we follow the historical rules, I am afraid that Zhang Wuji will become the leader of the Ming Cult and fight against the three masters of Zhao Min at the age of 20. He is still the young follower next to Yu Daiyan?

Suddenly, Gao Qiang felt that his future seemed to be not very good...

In fact, the day after a month was really bad. Gao Qiang had been doing nothing, playing with a group of Taoist children every day, or doing some inexplicable rituals with the old Taoist priests. Not to mention Zhang Sanfeng, even Yin Liting and Mo Shenggu would rarely meet each other.

Occasionally, I can only see the side or backs of these two people. It turns out that after Zhang Sanfeng's birthday, he went into seclusion and thought about martial arts problems again. Song Yuanqiao was in charge of Wudang Mountain, and he taught the martial arts skills by Mo Shenggu and Yin Liting. The two were forced to practice martial arts very hard every day, and they were busy to death. Moreover, Zhang Sanfeng had a hobby of doing good deeds, so the disciples under the mountain also had to follow him. Yin and Mo walked under the mountain for half a month every month.

Therefore, Gao Qiang was unable to see them. His idea of ​​learning martial arts when he was in Wudang was officially shattered. He didn't even have a master with a strong martial arts skills, so he had to be his little Taoist priest. A month passed in a flash. Today is the day when Mo Shenggu selects martial arts disciples, so Mingyue, who is as eager to learn martial arts, was very excited. He pulled him up early in the morning and left.

"Hmph! Since it's Mo Shenggu, I can always be selected, right?" Gao Qiang was extremely proud and laughed, which made Mingyue feel puzzled.

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Chapter completed!