Love wants to live, and hate wants to die.

Daoist Fang is such a person, when he teaches people to hate him, he hates him to the bones, hates him so much that the roots of his teeth itch, and loves him until he goes crazy.

Lu Daochang has already gone crazy.

Today is the happiest day in Lu Changlian's life, with his eyebrows raised and his glory unlimited.

After kowtowing, the master and apprentice walked away with their shoulders and backs, leaving a large number of people behind.

All the preparations for the celebration ceremony were completely nullified, and Mu Zhangjiao also prepared eight speeches, but they were not used, and it was inevitable to complain after disappointment: "Scattered! Dispersed! Everyone is gone, and they are still standing stupidly to do something!" But no one moved, they were all standing stupidly. When the master looks at the apprentice, he feels disgraced, when the apprentice is looking at the master, he feels disgraced, and when the master is not the apprentice, he is looking at the master and the apprentice, and he feels that the master and the apprentice are generally disgraced.

There are the most majestic apprentices, and there is the most energetic master, and Lu Daochang doesn't care about him this or that.

In the former donkey tail class, a group of young Taoist priests, their eyebrows flew and danced, and returned to Wuzifeng.

As soon as he was glorious, the elder Daoist priest of Wuzi Peak left, as radiant as if he had won the battle.

One is lost, and the rest will not be mentioned.

is such a blind man, Lu Daochang is no longer a salted fish turning over, but a fish jumping over the dragon gate. There was no one in his eyes like this, not even Miss Yuan and Daoist Fang didn't see it, let alone the little girl she was holding in her arms. That's it, in fact, Fang Yin has become famous all over the world, as a new generation of the Shangqing Dynasty, it can be said that for thousands of years, even looking at the world is extremely rare and rare, the youngest and most promising, the most outstanding, the most extraordinary Taoist priest!

It was noon, like the middle of the day.

On this day, the master and apprentice were inseparable, and it seemed that there was endless words.

Said during the day and at night, most of the day passed and it was a whole night, in a fighting room, the master and apprentice talked all night.

Until a ray of pale white dawn rises on the horizon and pierces the hazy and magnificent sky.

Baicao Peak.

"Click!" Monk Lingxiu went down with a knife and split a piece of firewood in half.

"Click. A sunspot fell, and the chief looked up at the sky.

"Hey-" Old Master Kong sighed, and picked up the white children on the table one by one: "I lost again." ”

Two people are playing backgammon, one is cooking on a fire, and three monkeys are sleeping. It's a family of three hundred and eighty. Baicao Peak is no longer the Baicao Peak of the year, the one hundred and eighty family is the owner here, and the bedroom of the chief of the dormitory has been occupied. Fortunately, there are three rooms, and three people can live together if they are crowded, and the current situation is: the dormitory long sleeps in the playroom of the organ, the old master sleeps in the herb insect ant room, and the Lingxiu monk sleeps in the firewood room.

Lingxiu monk has the lowest status.

There's no way, whether it's in terms of age or chess ability, Lingxiu can't do it. Su Daochang is a genius, and the old master has not won a game against him for a long time: "If you don't play, you can't play." The more the old master came into contact with the Su Dao Chief, the more he found that the Su Dao Chief was unfathomable: "Lingxiu, cook three more people's meals." Monk Lingxiu poked his head out of the firewood room and asked strangely, "How can there be three people? Not one person?"

Not three people, not one person, but a donkey: "Ahhh

Daoist Fang is finally back.

It was early in the morning, the fallen leaves were quiet, creaking, and Daoist Fang came back with a yawn.

Long hair is messy and sideburns, and dew stains the eyebrows.

The two of them turned a blind eye, and they had to say that it was the Lingxiu monk: "Yo! Fang Da Swordsman, you are here!"

Speaking of squeezing his eyebrows, it was also a strange yin and yang, and Daoist Fang ignored him, and walked straight to the old master: "Uncle Kong-"

One sentence is a thousand words, yes, Uncle Kong will finally give Fang Yin an explanation: "What is it?"

"Laughs. Fang Yin was smiling, forcing a smile.

"Ha!" the old master snorted, shook his head and said, "My heart and mouth are different, and I can't be sincere." ”

Yes, Fang Yin didn't want to laugh, Fang Yin just wanted to cry.

In fact, Fang Yin had been here for a while, but he was just standing in the distance and watching silently for a long time.

Uncle Kong, he is getting older.

"Uncle Su. "Daoist Fang, said respectfully.

The chief of the Su Dao is still like that, without a trace of fireworks, as if the years have left no traces: "Sit." ”

Fang Yin didn't sit down, and there was another: "Master Lingxiu." ”

Lingxiu grinned, turned around and entered the door: "Add half a catty of rice, and then a scoop of water." ”

Everything is so indifferent, and naturally, when Fang Yin comes back, he will come back, nothing. It's like rice porridge boiled in a pot, with a white and low taste, and a light fragrance. The difference is that Fang Yin's ease is just pretending to be relaxed, Fang Yin always has an urge to cry, I don't know why. Small grass huts, small square tables, small benches, a small world with great warmth. Looking at everything familiar and unfamiliar in front of him, smelling the aroma of the fire, grass, wood, and earth, Fang Yin only suspected that he was in a dream again at this time: "Squeak! squeak!"

Little One Hundred and Eight jumped out and jumped on the table: "Squeak! Squeak!"

One, two, three, four, a little strange, there is one more monkey man.

Little One Hundred and Eight stood up, looked at the monkey man quite alertly, and shook his teeth and claws, and scared him loudly: "Woo!"

Yes, the little one hundred and eight is the king here, the emperor, the king of kings.

Don't you know, the monkey man is a stupid, just stupid and stupid staring at the two of them, looking like he doesn't know whether he is alive or dead.

It's too similar! When Boss Fang saw one hundred and eight, one hundred and eight also looked like this.

"Squeak!" The second generation of the monkey was furious, and immediately jumped up and scratched it: "Wow, squeak!

The big tiger turned into a mourning dog, touching his head and screaming, but he was hit by a brain buoy: "Death, little hairy monkey!"

The king has returned, and the good days of the little one hundred and eight have come to an end.

With a roar, the evil wind was startled, and Jiujiu was crazy and seemed to be about to jump out and pounce fiercely with his teeth: "Squeak-" Then he kicked Boss Fang in the ass and flew out, landing and rolling around, screaming miserably. Little One Hundred and Eight was dumbfounded, this is something that Little One Hundred and Eight Little Heads can't figure out, Nine Nine is unwilling to let go of his teeth and roars and glares at the comer, but there is also a little fear in his eyes. deceived the child, and insulted his wife, the master of the master, one hundred and eight, finally made a move: "Squeak-"

One hundred and eight carried a stick and rushed out horizontally: "Squeak!"

Squeak is squeak, not squeak, you see that the little one hundred and eight doesn't listen to the words of one hundred and eight, and now it suffers: "Squeak!"

"Chicken ass!"

One hundred and eighty-one was stunned, as heavy as a stick of ten thousand pounds, and he couldn't beat it: "Tsk-"

"Look!"

A small oiled paper bag, sure enough, three chicken butts: "Squeak?"

"Haha! It's me, it's one hundred and eight, it's me!" the man laughed with his arms outstretched, but tears were shining in his eyes.

One hundred and eight stunned.

Good! Familiar!

The once weak body, the warm embrace of one side, the firelight, the red firelight jumped, illuminating whose heart?

One hundred and eight has its mouth open, and one hundred and eight looks so stupid.

But when I saw him, tears rolled down my face.

"Woo--" One hundred and eight screamed and threw himself into his arms, unaware that the stick had been thrown away: "Woo-wow-woo-"

What a strange sound, little one hundred and eight have never heard it.

One hundred and eight hugged the monkey man's neck, shrunk into his arms, and whimpered and cried.

Can monkeys cry too? This has completely subverted the cognition of Little One Hundred and Eight.

If you want to ask one hundred and eight who he loves the most, it is him, he is one hundred and eight's father and one hundred and eight's mother.

"Squeak!" It turns out that he is not a monkey man, it turns out that he is a god! Little One Hundred and Eight finally understands that Little One Hundred and Eight is blushing!

Little One Hundred and Eight threw himself into his arms like lightning, and Little One Hundred and Eight wanted it too!

Chicken butt, sure enough, it's very fragrant.

Jiujiu is finally convinced, whether it is Jiujiu or Monkey, it must be one.

"It's time to eat! It's time to eat!" Lingxiu held a pot and said steamingly: "Eat and eat, it's not enough to do it again!"

Rice porridge, full of pots, in a good mood, of course you have to eat more.

When you are full, your heart is comfortable, and your body is warm.