In the midst of the chatter and laughter, Qing Qing lifted her feet lightly and walked step by step towards the direction where the old man and the young man were talking. While moving quietly, he listened intently with the other ear, and heard something like a gurgling sound in the elder's throat.
On and on. Until he tried his best and coughed up a mouthful of phlegm, he continued: "Meng'er, you asked just now, whether we are the sect of the West Lake or the descendants of the Northern Desert. To be honest, I don't even know as a teacher."
After saying that, the old man's voice was suddenly interrupted by a commotion of sitting up: "Mr. Luo, eat quickly! Why are you so old that you can't even eat a few pieces of meat!" Then a group of people drank strong wine.
Laughed loudly.
With the help of laughter, Qingqing covered himself with the curtains, carrying the complaint on his back, and looked towards the noisy place: a group of Bei Mo men had already eaten so much that their faces were shiny, and the drinks they poured into their mouths flowed down their chins.
dripping on their hairy chests.
"That's all." A younger man patted the laughing people, "The wizards and gentlemen want to save the lives of these cattle and sheep. Now that they see them roasting alone on the fire, of course they won't be able to eat them!"
Hearing what the young man said, the noisy crowd burst into laughter again.
Hearing what they said, the old wizard didn't have any idea, he just smiled and nodded: "Ahem... this little brother is right. We wizards are in the Northern Desert, and we are meant to hurt people and objects for the various Northern Desert kings.
Healing.”
"What!" A man was already too drunk to stand, and was about to dance the Huxuan Dance. He waved his hand and stared into his red drunken eyes, "Look, brother, you are too old to be with me.
He is as compassionate as the old master who became a monk!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the men puffed out a few mouthfuls of alcohol, held their bellies in their hands and laughed non-stop.
Qingqing saw a group of strong men behaving vulgarly and didn't want to look at them anymore, so he turned his head and felt uncomfortable in his heart. When he was in Lirong Mountain, he had strict rules and never dared to have juniors say anything to offend the elders like this.
Unexpectedly, when he first arrived in Beimo, he saw that the head of Jimo was about the same age as himself, so he almost hit Master Yang who was pregnant. Then, looking here, a group of drunken men laughed at the old wizard again.
.
After thinking about it, I must have been drunk and crazy, and got into the rotten water. "No wonder Master never allows Li Rongshan disciples to touch alcohol. When Master Master tried to persuade me to drink, he would end up using more forceful words." Thinking of this, Qing Qing said
Determined--
The next time I go back to Yeping, I won’t believe it no matter how hard my uncle tries to fool him.
When I came back to my thoughts again, my ears seemed to be much quieter. Looking back, I saw that the noisy men had dispersed to other places, and only the master and the apprentice were left beside the fire.
The skin of the sheep was burnt black, and it almost smelled like paste when roasted, but the old man and the child still didn't take a bite.
The little boy was covered in a wide black robe, with the brim of his hat lowered, revealing his thin little face. As if he was frightened by the rough behavior just now, the boy blinked his big eyes reflecting the firelight and looked around.
After a while, he spoke again: "Master, just now you said, which sect we belong to, and where did you end up talking about?"
"Speaking of it, speaking of it..." After tilting his head and muttering for a long time, the old wizard finally remembered, "We are talking about it, and I don't even know it myself."
The boy stared at the master's face shrouded in black robes, and turned away with some disappointment.
"But there is one sentence that I will never forget as a teacher. That was what my master's master told me - he said that charlatanism is endless.
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, is the result of the release of human nature. And how can the soul of human nature be said to be a family sect?"
Hearing this, the boy named Meng'er became interested again, shook his head and said: "Master, this disciple doesn't understand."
"For example." The old man stretched out a finger from under his black robe and touched the boy's heart, "Meng'er's surname is Luo, and the master's surname is also Luo. Why is this?"
"Because master taught Meng'er how to heal natural creatures. Master said that all the disciples who learn healing in the world are named Luo!"
The old wizard nodded: "Suppose, in the distant Miyu Lake, many people are not in the Northern Desert but get sick. At this time, there is a girl named Li who can treat illnesses, but her surname is Li, not like Meng'er.
Luo. At this time, what should this girl named Li do?"
"Then she should treat sick people!" The boy replied loudly, "Even if she is not a wizard, she can't just ignore sick people!"
Hearing what the apprentice said, a faint smile appeared on the old man's wrinkled face. Sparks swayed, and the old wizard patted the boy's head with his broad palm: "Meng'er said it well. Such a simple truth, even Meng'er
Children understand it, but why can’t any of the adults understand it?”
The boy lowered his head and pondered for a long time. Then he suddenly raised his big, flashing eyes and said excitedly: "Master, I understand! Just like I like to play the flute, it's not because I was born in the Northern Desert. It's whether it's Dongshan or West Lake.
Nan Lin plays whatever he likes, and all his disciples like to play the flute!"
After hearing this, the old man unexpectedly didn't answer. Qingqing also turned around and hid behind the curtain again, sleeping soundly with her little complaint lying on her shoulder.
I don’t know what kind of happy day it is today, but the hustle and bustle of this grand banquet didn’t stop until late at night. The men drank heavily and chewed. Later, every fat sheep was caught and divided into pieces. The men
They patted their bellies and drank the strong wine.
The women left their fires and gathered together with their children in their arms. First they whispered something, then they laughed heartily, clapped their hands and sang together.
Qingqing was watching the noisy scene, hesitating where to go, but somehow he met the look of the woman beside the fire looking at him. When he saw Qingqing holding the child, sitting alone
Behind the curtain, the woman stood up, patted the hem of her fur skirt, and quickly approached Qing Qing.
Qingqing was startled and opened her eyes in confusion, fearing that she would make a move and he would not be able to escape. Unexpectedly, the woman grabbed her arm with the oily hand that had just eaten meat:
"It's such a rare birthday for King Taming, why is my sister sitting alone and not coming to play?"
After saying that, before Qingqing came to her senses, she pulled her and walked towards the crowd of women. The group of women, old and young, all raised their heads, and when they saw Qingqing sleeping on Qingqing's back, they "hurled" and surrounded her.
come over:
"Which family are you a woman from? Look at this child, his little eyes are kissing!"
Qingqing didn't know how to explain it. He looked at Suiwei and saw that in such a noisy environment, even though the oil and water on the heads and hands of the Beimo women rubbed her face, she was still asleep. Thinking of this, she whispered:
"This child... hasn't woken up after sleeping for several days."
"Is that so?" The woman with a shrill voice who just pulled Qing Qing over looked at the others and said, "Isn't that a toy for Gongshu Wang? Once he falls asleep, no one can wake him up!" After the words fell, these women and them
Like a man, he laughed loudly.
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"Yes." Qing Qing nodded, "They are exactly the same as those dolls."
Qingqing's soft words were soon drowned in the excited laughter of the women. Only an older woman stood up slowly when she heard what Qingqing said. Her chubby body shook, and her belly
It was almost hanging on her thighs. She passed through the crowd, took the complaint from Qingqing, and rolled her eyes to look at it for a while.
Unable to help swallowing, Qingqing asked carefully: "My child...why can't she wake up?"
The old woman didn't answer. She held Suiwei in one hand and grabbed Qingqing in the other. She pulled her away a few steps, causing Qingqing's elbows to hurt. When she looked closely, she was actually brought to the place where she had just spoken.
In front of the two masters and apprentices, the old wizard and the young wizard were all wrapped in black robes. There was a hot spot burning in the empty space. The roasted sheep on it had probably been snatched away by other men.
"This is really strange!" The chubby woman rushed directly to the old wizard without saying hello, and stuffed her complaint into his arms, "Wizard Luo, look, this child is like a doll.
Why don’t you wake up!”
The wizard was talking to the boy in a low voice. When he heard her shouting, he stood up and hugged Suiwei in his arms and looked at her silently for a while.
Only then did Qing Qing realize that there was a black mask covering his eyes above the wrinkles of the old wizard who had just been reflected in the firelight. It was so dark that his face could not be seen clearly. On the contrary, the child sat obediently aside, curiously talking to him about this.
A girl of similar age who was sleeping soundly looked at the girl for a long time. Then she remembered to take a look at her body and then stepped back.
The old wizard frowned and said to the woman: "I need some fumigation, can you go get some?"
The woman didn't nod or speak, turned around and ran away with a sway.
Seeing the fat old woman walking far away, the wizard turned back and said to Qingqing: "My child, where are you from?"
Qingqing rolled up his sleeves and saluted: "Linghu Qingqing, a disciple of Lirong Mountain, has met the senior wizard."
I was already prepared for the old wizard and the young wizard to yell and let a group of men take him down, but the old man just nodded: "Oh... Master Yang has invited a lot of guests this time."
Qingqing didn't know what to say, so she just stood quietly. She saw the old wizard laying Qingqing flat on the ground, pressing two unknown acupuncture points on her palms with both hands, and murmuring something in her mouth, as if her internal strength was already working.
.With only half a stick of incense, Suiwei’s pink lips actually moved slightly——
The sound of even breathing rises and falls with the body, constantly reaching Qingqing's ears.
Qingqing looked on in surprise and was so shocked that he couldn't say a word. He recalled in his mind the strange doll-like appearance of Qiu at night. Looking at it now, he was just a sleepy child who kept slurping in his dreams.
Open your mouth.
Leaning deeply, Qing Qing bowed to the ground and said, "Thank you so much, wizard, for saving me!"
"Young Master Linghu, you don't have to be polite." The old man waved his hand, "Since he is the child of the owner of Wuling Tomb, the old witch will do his best. It's just that it may take until after dawn for the child to wake up."
Qingqing nodded quickly, thinking that when she could complain about the poisoning, she would send the girl back to Master Yang and say hello to the cold-faced Gongshu Wang...
As soon as they find the master, they will set off immediately, and the two of them will take a look at the legendary Baiyinqin, which is "the complete collection of music".
"Cough cough" twice, the old man coughed gently, bringing Qing Qing Pianfei's thoughts back.