Half of yin and yang are their own boundaries, and you wait leisurely as my bed.
The old man has half-white beard and hair. He is past the middle age due to his age. He is thin and wears only a half-length linen garment. The garment may have been around for too long and has become yellowish and stiff. I don’t know if it is the clothes.
For some reason, the old man's shirt was half hanging on his chest, revealing half of his front body, which made him look a little sloppy. His slightly messy hair was tied up casually, with a hemp rope wrapped around it, and a finger length was tied to it.
, a rusty bronze gourd.
Zhou Yeqing carefully looked at all the clues, and finally came to a conclusion. "Could he be an old liar?" His lips moved, but there was no sound. He said to himself in his heart.
The old man was sipping his wine with great interest, lying down half-lying, letting the boy opposite him watch as much as he wanted. But he didn't want to turn around, and happened to catch a glimpse of this scene. Suddenly the corner of the old man's eye twitched, and the black and white gourd in his hand flew away.
go out.
"Dong~" and "Ouch~" came out almost at the same time.
Zhou Yeqing sat cross-legged with his body tucked in, covering his forehead with both hands, and looking to the opposite side with aggrieved expression. The gourd was back in the old man's hand, and he took another sip of wine with a hint of pride.
"Old...grandpa, what are you doing?"
Looking at Zhou Yeqing, who was covering his head with his hands and looking bitter, the old man in sackcloth felt a little funny. But it didn't show on his face. He straightened up, lowered his voice, and said with a hint of blame.
"You're such a rude kid. It's okay to offend me before, but why are you insulting me with words now?" He paused, took a sip of wine, and then continued. "Although you and I don't know each other, but
It was fate that we met here. I don’t dare to call myself an elder, and you shouldn’t call me an old liar.”
Zhou Yeqing felt a little aggrieved when he heard this. He said ventriloquist: "I didn't say it out loud, why can't I just think about it?" Thinking like this, he secretly glanced at the opposite side. The old man was now the same as before.
Lying down, sipping wine. Seeing this, Zhou Yeqing's little eyes rolled around, and then he shouted quietly in his heart.
"Smelly old man."
As soon as he finished speaking, a black shadow flew over from the opposite side on time. Subconsciously, Zhou Yeqing covered his head and face with both hands, curled up, and waited for a beating. After a while, the expected attack did not come.
Come, timidly, Zhou Yeqing peeked outside through the gap between his arms. There was nothing there, there was no one there.
Huoran stood up! Zhou Yeqing stood there in surprise, looking around, but the old man was nowhere to be seen.
"Could it be that I met a real god?!"
This thought came to mind, and Zhou Yeqing trembled with regret. This old man was over fifty years old, so he must be very senior! He didn't speak too hard, and he must be a master. Now that he has been offended, Lao Junshan is afraid
There is no place for myself anymore.
With a bitter look on his face, just when Zhou Yeqing was about to find a way down the mountain and find another place, he heard a sound of snoring. This sound made Zhou Yeqing a little stunned. He didn't know that snoring could be such a sound.
.........
After spending a long time, Zhou Yeqing climbed up the huge rock next to him. He saw the old man sleeping here with his back stretched out, snoring loudly. Staring in the direction of the old man, Zhou Yeqing opened his eyes and opened his mouth slightly, a little unbelievable.
This was not because of his arrogant snoring, but because of the gourd that the old man held in his hand as a drinking vessel.
The gourd was black and white, divided into half halves, and there was a fish swimming on each side. The two fish, one black and one white, about three inches, swam on their respective halves of the gourd, never crossing the line.
At this moment, this black and white gourd is very big, probably two or three feet tall. It is hanging in the air, and the old man uses it as a bed and sleeps under it.
Zhou Yeqing had never seen such a battle before. For a moment, his eyes were filled with stars. He glanced at the old man secretly, then closed his eyes to enjoy the sound of snoring. "Yeah! I slept like crazy!" He probably drank too much.
It must be because of the wine. Zhou Yeqing nodded with satisfaction at this situation, and then tiptoed towards the old man's direction, like a little mouse who had stolen something.
"Suffering", it seemed like the days were like years. Finally, he came to the gourd. Only when he faced the black and white gourd up close did Zhou Yeqing know what it meant to ride the mountain and the sea with one leaf. The boundary between black and white on the gourd turned out to be one black and one white.
Two seas! In other words, two small worlds, one black and one white.
Zhou Yeqing stared blankly and saw that the gourd was painted with mountains, seas and all things. Every flower and leaf was concrete, without any sense of nothingness. "This old man actually used a magic weapon to support the world!" He looked up and slowly moved his eyes.
It was on an old man who was a little slovenly at first and was still snoring.
After seeing the magic of this gourd, the more Zhou Yeqing looked at it, the more he felt that the old man was immortal. The closer he looked, the closer he got, and before he knew it, he was right in front of him. The old man was still snoring like thunder, lying on his back on the gourd.
Zhou Yeqing looked at it, but for some reason, his beard pinched his eyes.
The beard is actually nothing outstanding, just about the length of a palm, mixed with black and white, just like an ordinary old man. It's just that there is a golden hair mixed in it, which is a bit eye-catching.
Zhou Yeqing swears to God! He really tried his best to persuade his hand and told it not to cause trouble. But the hand insisted on going its own way, and the others spoke softly and did not stop him. He cowardly stretched out his poisonous hand towards the golden hair, and the finger
He looked like a habitual criminal. His movements were very vigorous. In the midst of thousands of troops, he could seize the enemy general's head with just a squeeze without touching his body.
The old man was still sleeping at this time, and he didn't know that he was about to be poisoned. However, even though he didn't know, his snoring was a little quieter, and his body shook for no reason, as if as a warning.
"After all, the old man is still a cultivator, he is very particular about it." Zhou Yeqing was startled by the shaking, pursed his lips, and sighed in his heart.
He felt deep condolences for the golden retriever in his heart. Zhou Yeqing closed his eyes sadly, and then he pulled hard with his hand! Long-term pain is not as good as short-term pain, he thought so, no! It was his hand that thought so, but Zhou Yeqing
What a pure and innocent young man.
"Ouch!!!!!!" A howl suddenly came from the back of the mountain. The sound went straight into the sky, and it sounded very energetic.
On Daowang Peak, where the pines dropped their needles, in the square. Everyone looked at a place in the distance, and they all heard it.
"Dad, what is this sound?" A beautiful little girl in a crowd asked, a little scared. The middle-aged man who was asked hesitated, as if he was not very clear, and explained hesitantly.
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"This...maybe they are setting up banquets on other peaks."