Isabella jumped up in panic and said, "I'm sorry, I soiled your things. I didn't mean to. w WW(QUaNbEn-xIAoShUO)c oM"
Rogge's smile was as warm as a spring breeze: "It doesn't matter, I'll give it to you. In the past month or so, without you, Ete would have been much more miserable."
The girl looked surprised: Do you know Mr. Etter? "
"Yes, not only do we know each other, we are best friends." The fat man paused and looked around the courtyard, paying no attention to every detail. Although the small courtyard is simple and simple, it is decorated in an elegant and natural way. Even a common man like Rogge feels peaceful both physically and mentally. Rogge said softly to the girl: "Can I meet your grandpa?"
The girl hesitated a little and whispered: "Grandpa... is very angry right now."
Rogge said: "It doesn't matter, I just want to meet his old man. It's Ete's place. You'd better go over and have a look first. You can familiarize yourself with the environment and it will be easier to work."
"But what about Grandpa?"
"Well, I will help you explain to him. Don't worry. Whatever medicine your grandfather needs for his illness, Ete can tell you. The money for the medicine will be considered as your bonus."
"But those medicines are so expensive!"
"So, you have to work hard!" The fat man laughed so hard that his tail waggled.
"I will definitely do it!" The girl nodded vigorously, and then left happily.
Rogge saw that the sun was already heading west, and the old man was still sitting in the room angry, so he laughed, kicked open the door, and got into the room.
The old man's thunderous voice immediately sounded: "Who are you! Can't you even knock on the door when you come in? This is a noble Lord. You are not welcome in my country yard, a little old man! In order to avoid soiling your shoes, I Can’t afford to pay!”
Roger looked around the room with a playful smile. The room is very small, with a double bed, a table, and two chairs, and it is completely packed. There is another small door that looks like a kitchen. The fat man pulled up a chair and sat opposite the old man. He also picked up the teapot in front of the old man, poured himself a cup of tea, and started tasting it.
The old man's face turned from red to purple. If he hadn't realized that Rogge was a noble, he would have thrown him out with something.
The fat man squinted his eyes and looked at the old man from head to toe, and then from feet to head. Even a pervert wouldn't look at a naked lamb so carefully. For a moment, the room was eerily quiet, and the only sound that could be heard was the bellows-like breathing of the old man.
"Master Fog Huan!" The fat man's soft voice was like thunder in the old man's ears. He jumped up in shock and dropped the teapot with him.
Rogge snorted softly, and as if there was an invisible hand in the sky, the teapot turned over lightly in the air and returned to the table.
The room was silent for another moment.
"What are you afraid of?" the fat man said sarcastically.
The old man sat down heavily and seemed to have aged several years in an instant. "Wu Huan, no one has mentioned this name in the Wu Huan Sutra for more than ten years. Master Wu Huan has been dead for a long time. You nobles have forced the Wu Huan family to die. Even if he is still alive, he will never make another sacrifice for the nobles." If you have nothing else to do, please come back. The old man is old and doesn’t have many days to live. At the end of the day, he just wants some peace and quiet."
The old man was so hateful that he blocked all the roads first. Rogge thought angrily, "I won't let you get what you want!" "
The fat man rolled his eyes and picked up the small teapot to observe. After a while, he shook his head, it was like a mist, it was just a wasted reputation. Just looking at this teapot, you can tell that after more than ten years of living in the city, the foggy eyes have long been smeared with sewage and sludge. It seems that I came here in vain. I might as well go to the Principality Painting Garden and find some authorities in art for help. "
The old man was furious and shouted: "You vulgar boy knows what taste is again! Put down the teapot! Don't blame the old man, I will beat you out!"
Rogge certainly didn't believe such harsh words. The crime of beating the nobles in Ou can be serious or minor, and Rogge did not point it out. The fat man rolled his eyes, looked at the sky, and snorted disdainfully. He didn't understand anything, and he also knew that this art was about uncanny craftsmanship and ingenuity. Artists, if you don't create in a quiet and beautiful environment, how can you find inspiration in this place where the ground is full of sewage and the smell is high? Paint or carve something? Isn’t it possible for an aunt to spank her child? "
The old man was so angry that he asked for nature and charm! Every time you cut this knife, please do it in accordance with nature and in accordance with the way of heaven. No more, no less, just right. Wherever the knife falls, its spirit appears. Everything in the world is natural, there is great knowledge in the sewage, and the cry of a child can inspire spiritual thoughts. How can you nobles who only know gold and jade understand this? ! "
Ge became interested and humbly said: "I have never heard of this before, and I still want to ask for advice."
In his rage, the old man just wanted to convince this kid and let him know that art is profound and profound, and that there is a world of its own. Those art authorities who seek fame and reputation are just deceiving ordinary people like Rogge. During this sermon, the old man was frothing at the mouth and gesticulating. Even when it was dark, he still had no idea. I didn't know how many pots of tea I drank to moisten my throat.
The sound of the courtyard door opening came, followed by Isabella's sweet voice: "Grandpa! I'm back." The two people in the room woke up and became quiet. The old man has not yet finished his fun, but Rogge has finally finished all his hardships.
The fat man stood up and said goodbye. He snorted again and said in a low voice: "You have been talking for so long, but I don't understand much. If you are really profound and profound, how come you can't explain it to me? You just know it yourself, but you can't teach it. This master Two words, hum, hum." The old man was extremely angry and was about to argue, but Rogge walked away.
Early the next morning, Fatty appeared again in the misty courtyard, and met Isabella walking out of the door with red eyes. Rogge immediately asked: "What happened? Did Ete bully you?"
The girl's tears almost fell again, and she said softly: "Grandpa refused to take medicine no matter what. He said he would rather die than eat the nobles' food. He also scolded me severely. Wuwu."
The fat man was also furious and went to work, this old man. . I'll take care of it, sir! "The girl responded and went out.
The nobles spent a lot of effort to deal with Wu Huan this time. Franco had the highest artistic talent, but he was ruined first. The reason is that no matter how high his artistic taste is, it cannot be higher than Mist Huanqiu. This old man has a weird temperament, can you still take him seriously? As for Lens, Etter is firmly opposed to it. Of course, Etter, who is rich and powerful, is not suitable to come forward. The old man saw the noble seducing his granddaughter, why didn't he chop him up and eat him? Only Kate and Rogge seemed like good people, and only Rogge could adapt to circumstances, speak forcefully, speak freely, and stay out of the ordinary.
Thinking about it, using rogue methods to deal with the weird old man should be the best way.
Just like yesterday, Roger kicked in the door and entered the house. The old man was about to scold him, but when he saw it was him, he perked up and started to lecture him again. Unexpectedly, it was difficult for Rogge to take the lead: "I originally respected you for living a few years in vain, but I didn't expect that you still have the temper of a child! Isabella worked hard and made money to buy medicine. What's wrong with it? You spilled the medicine. , It’s so majestic, why are you only using it on little girls?”
What do you know? I would rather die than touch the dirty things of those nobles! "
Rogge snorted: "I would like to ask, why are the nobles' things dirty, and where are they dirty?"
"None of these nobles are good, including you! Think about those days..." This memory of the past can no longer be closed. The old and the young couldn't stop bickering, and another day passed in the blink of an eye.
Day after day, Rogge came here on time to report every morning and bickered with Wu Huan. The small courtyard was no longer quiet as before. The two of them shouted and sometimes fought with each other. Wu Huan had long forgotten to ask Rogge why he came here to quarrel every day. Later, when the fat man left every day, he felt a little reluctant to leave. I tossed and turned during the night, just thinking about how I could convince that kid tomorrow, and I also thought about the bad breath I had accumulated for many years. Roger quarreled during the day and was not idle at night. Anyway, he has strong mental power, and he just wants to meditate for a while, so he is full of energy. Therefore, I study hard every night, covering everything from ancient times to the present, all over the world, gods, demons, immortals, Buddhas, and hundreds of schools of thought. I hope that the old man can understand as soon as possible that after more than ten years of being ignorant of worldly affairs, he is nothing more than a frog in the well.
As for the neighbors, they had long turned a blind eye and turned a deaf ear to the quarrel between the two. Every time Rogge comes, he always greets everyone he meets, always brings some candies to share with the children, and also helps the aunties and aunts with many small favors. During this period, there was even one occasion where each household was given two loaves of freshly baked bread. This was steaming white bread. As time went by, the street residents felt that Rogge's fat face became more and more amiable. The old people who have lived here also said that in their entire lives, they have never seen a nobleman willing to come to this place, nor have they ever seen a nobleman who truly cared about these poor children. The old Peter, who was always drunk, saw Rogge walking into the foggy courtyard one day. He stood in the street holding some bad wine and said loudly: "This Mr. Rogge is a real good man. I am old Peter has lived for seventy years. Think of how many countries he traveled to when he was a sailor. Don’t think I’m drunk, my eyes are absolutely unmistakable!”
Now that the people's will has been decided, the life of Wu Huan, who is opposite Rogge, will not be easy. The neighbors whispered at first, and then secretly grabbed Isabella and asked her to persuade her grandfather. The girl was shy and anxious, but there was nothing she could do. Later, the neighbors overheard the quarrel between the two during the day, and once Rogge left, they simply argued with Wu Huan again. Aunts and aunts have their own trivial principles, but their unreasonableness and confusion are much better than Rogge's.
Poor Master Wu Huan spends his days arguing with Rogge and quarreling with his neighbors at night. The granddaughter looked over with more and more dissatisfaction, and the bowl of medicine became more and more bitter every day. Regarding her granddaughter going to work at Ete's house every day, Wu Huan could only grunt a few times to express dissatisfaction, and no longer dared to make irresponsible remarks.
In the debate between the two, Rogge gradually gained the upper hand. First, on the point of "Nobles are not good people", Rogge defeated Wu Huan. The fat man's methods of winning people's hearts are becoming more and more evil, and often at night he becomes a living example for the neighbors to refute the old fog.
The next conclusion was naturally, "There are good and bad nobles. Are they more good or more bad?" Rogge did not bother with him too much. The topic changed to "Since nobles are good and bad, then the things of nobles are It’s not all dirty anymore.” Even with the previous foundation, Wu Huan was quickly defeated. Rogge did not let go, and then he won another round on the question "No matter the source of something, as long as it is obtained with hard work and legitimately, it is good." From then on, Wu Huan could only drink medicine honestly every day.
Wu Huan saw that his position was becoming increasingly loose, and he felt worried. But Rogge would never let go of a drowned dog, and he soon recognized Wu Huan's oath of "not contributing to the nobility". Effortlessly, Rogge made Wu Huan realize that he was biased. His small mind is really inconsistent with the title of master.
On this day, the two of them were sitting across from each other in the small courtyard, chopping firewood and sipping tea. They seemed to be in a relaxed mood, and they were envious of the many poor people who worked in the camp every day.
The ax in Wu Huan's hand was flying, chopping out neat thin sticks of firewood like a sharp knife cutting tofu. Rogge didn't show any signs of weakness. He was already as strong as an ox, and at this moment he blessed himself with the "power of a wild ox". His fingers were like falling flowers, he tore wooden blocks like cooked chickens, and pulled out strips of firewood with his bare hands.
The two of them were fighting at the most critical point, which was who this god was and whether the oaths sworn by the god could be kept.
Rogge tore the wood viciously, with a fierce look in his eyes. He didn't say whether there was a god in this world. Even if there was a god, so what? "In fact, Rogge knew in his heart that there was a god, and those angels did not appear out of thin air. The fat man continued: "Are there not enough injustices and tragedies in the world? Since there is a God, why doesn't it care? If it can't control it, it also means that its ability is limited. Even God is not omnipotent. At best, they are much more powerful than you and me, but the essence is no different! "
Wu Huan disagreed: "The reason why God is called God is because he stands on the top of all things in the world, overlooking all living beings. What God sees, we may not be able to see, and what God hears, we may not be able to hear. The earth in this world , is nothing more than the work of the Creator God. It took me a lifetime to realize a little bit of God’s rules. It is what the mysterious Eastern continent calls Tao. In the name of the supreme existence, the oaths made , it is of supreme effectiveness and is worthy of life to abide by.”
Rogge secretly said that he was in love with God. Rodriguez brought him the pitiful knowledge about this description. He only called it the foundation of heaven and earth, the source of all things, and the origin above all gods. How can anyone understand such a few words? It seems that this old guy himself didn’t understand them before he was alive. With the old man's strength, it was not impossible to overcome many obstacles and travel to the mysterious Eastern Continent. It was just that he was a little too impatient and killed the Oedi Temple early, but in the end he attracted the light of judgment. Thinking of Rodriguez, I don't know what happened over the past year. I can no longer feel his activities, as if he has disappeared.
The fat man wanted to go back to his thoughts, but his words were not idle: "Even if God really has the supreme power, it is only because of our own limitations that we cannot see the world outside of God. Just like a dog that only has touch and can only A crawling insect only has the concepts of length and width in its world. Is it difficult for it to understand what height is? It seems that ants cannot understand your works. It is difficult for an old antique like you to understand the meaning of height. The world outside, hehe, hehe!"
"I don't understand, do you understand?" the old man said angrily.
"I'm so sorry. These days, it seems that I know more about the laws of the world than you do." Rogge said proudly.
Wu Huan, who hadn't had a good rest for half a month, finally couldn't bear it anymore and yelled: It's really the world of young people now. Old man, I have lived my whole life and studied the ways of nature for thirty years, and all I know is how to chop firewood. If you can chop wood better than me, the old man won't have any problem, this life will be yours. You no longer have to work so hard to compete with the old man every day. If you lose, give the old man some peace! "
Rogge's forehead was sweating, and he gritted his teeth and said: "I swear in the name of the Supreme God, we are committed!" But he thought in his heart: "You are a big-headed devil. The name of the Supreme God is none of my business. I can't chop wood compared to you." , I have other ways! You, old thing, have a lot of flaws! It’s just that you, old thing, have been pretending to be stupid with me for the past half month, so you have some tricks up your sleeve. Let’s see!”
In the past few days, Rogge had seen Wu Huan chop wood countless times. The fat man used all kinds of detection methods and saw that the old man had no fighting spirit and no magic power, so he felt relieved. But when he saw that thin arm like a stick, wielding a rusty ax, feebly but easily chopping down a few sticks of firewood, the fat man felt that something was wrong.
Rogge picked up a piece of firewood and looked at it carefully. Cold sweat slowly flowed down his forehead. He saw that the thin firewood was neither straight nor well-proportioned, but the texture of the wood throughout the body was not broken at all. It was completely natural. . Rogge picked up the rusty axe, hugged the wooden pier, and gently brought the ax down. However, he heard a clang and there was not even a mark on the wooden pier. Rogge took a deep breath, gestured with his hands and feet, and chanted a spell. Several different haloes flashed on his body, but he blessed himself with "the power of the cow", "the agility of the cat" and an additional spell. He moved the ax again, still imitating the mist, and fell slowly. This time the rusty ax struck the wood, and as expected, it submerged gently one by one, as if there was no wooden pier. But the fat man gritted his teeth, veins appeared all over his body, and sawdust flew everywhere where the ax passed. If the Mist Illusion Axe is a work without smoke and fire, Rogge's move is like burning the forest with fire.
After finally getting a piece of firewood, Rogge was about to pick it up and take a closer look. When his fingers touched it, the thin firewood made a bang and turned into sawdust all over the sky.
Rogge wanted to cry but had no tears. After more than ten days of hard work, I got stuck at the last hurdle, but Wu Huan fooled me from beginning to end.
But Wu Huan never expected that Rogge had another skill, called paranoia.
Rogge never swung an ax again, but just hugged the wooden pillar and thought hard in the courtyard, turning a blind eye and hearing nothing around him.
It was already dark, and Isabella came over to call for Roger, but the fat man was as motionless as a stone sculpture. The girl had no choice but to put the food next to Roger. In the blink of an eye, it was frozen into a lump of ice, and the soup bowl was so frozen that it cracked.
At night, heavy snow fell from the sky, and Rogge, who was sitting still, turned into a snowman.
In the early morning, Isabella exclaimed, took out a soft cloth, carefully wiped the snow off Roger's body, turned around and left, but a crystal teardrop fell.
Wu Huan was enjoying tea comfortably in the house. When the girl came in and begged, Wu Huan said slowly: "I can't persuade him to reply. He has already entered a dead end. Besides, if one of these nobles dies, it will be one." The girl said angrily: "Grandpa, you did it on purpose from the beginning! Didn't you?"
Wu Huan said nothing again.
After the girl left, Wu Huan whispered to himself in a low voice, his voice seemed to have aged decades: "Grandpa is not a god, how could he have expected such an ending? I'm afraid I'm going to hurt you because of my fiery temper."
When night fell again, Franco, Lance, Kate, Etter, and Faith all came to the small courtyard. After seeing Rogge who was completely speechless, they were unable to do anything and did not dare to act rashly. No one said a harsh word, but there was a kind of resentment in their eyes as they stared at Wu Huan. The old man was not afraid, but when Isabella came back and saw the eyes of the nobles looking at her, the old man began to feel frightened.
It was already dark, the thunderous sound of horse hooves sounded in the alleys, and the golden light of fighting spirit fell in the small courtyard. Ofiloch walked into this small courtyard that could hardly accommodate anyone.
Wu Huan was greatly surprised. He had never thought that an ordinary-looking lower-class noble would actually alert the arrival of the only son of the Grand Duke. But the matter has come to this, and everything can only be left to fate.
Ofiloch frowned and sat down quietly opposite Rogge.
This sitting lasted all night.
In the early morning, Ophirogg stood up and ordered a small shed to be built for Rogge. He left two golden lion knights to guard Rogge's safety, and then left with the noble scum.
At sunrise and sunset, Roger was like a statue, unable to move without eating.
Isabella still works at Etter's house every day, but she sees that Etter has a thin face, a long beard, and only drinks alcohol every day. The girl cried secretly and never talked to Wu Huan again after returning home.
Sometimes the nobles they had met that day would come over. During the banquet, everyone just drank silently, but the look they looked at the girl made Isabella tremble with fear. That night, the nobles had a fierce quarrel in Etter's study. The girl vaguely felt that the matter was related to her, and was about to eavesdrop when she saw Etter opening the door and coming out. Aite was startled and just waved the girl to go home.
It was another dark night. Thick lead clouds have long blocked the moonlight in the sky. Seeing that it was going to snow again, Isabella came out of the house carrying a quilt to cover Roger. As soon as she opened the door, a gust of wind almost froze her to death. She finally gritted her teeth and stepped out of the house. Suddenly her lips opened wide and the quilt in her hand fell to the ground, but she was stunned.
Black mist filled the small courtyard, and a skeleton walked out of the mist silently. The skull was dark in color, and if it hadn't been for the purple-red electric light that was constantly moving up and down its body, it would have been impossible for the girl to see it.
The two golden lion knights in the courtyard felt something strange. Just as they were about to turn around, the skeleton's body flashed with electric fire, and two black shadows in its hands hit the back of the knight's head like lightning. The two knights groaned and fainted.
Under the purple-red fireworks, the scenery in the small courtyard is dense, like a demonic realm on earth, and the skeleton is the demon god from the depths of hell!
Isabella was extremely frightened, but could not move at all. She only felt a flash in front of her eyes, as the two golden lion knights had fallen. The next moment, a huge sickle appeared out of the sky and rested quietly on her white and tender neck. The blade was almost half as tall as her body. Stirred by the sword energy, a thin red line appeared on the girl's neck, and a drop of blood slowly dripped down.
The girl was so scared that she was already numb.
The skeleton looked at the quilt that had fallen to the ground. The sickle quietly disappeared, and the next moment, it appeared in the hands of the skeleton.
The skeleton reached out and made a move, and the wooden pillar that Rogge was holding tightly floated into the air.
The bones and wings on the back of the skeleton were all spread out, and the whole body was burned with lightning. With one hand, the huge sickle was raised straight up!
A flash of purple electricity illuminated the entire courtyard. The sickle didn't move at all, but a shadow of the blade suddenly fell down. The wooden pillar in the air split into two halves and rolled to the ground.
The broken part is curved and curved, and the wood grain is not broken at all.
Black mist gushes out, and the skeleton steps forward and disappears into the mist. Before leaving, the skeleton glanced at the girl, and the girl felt that she understood the meaning of that look.
"Don't tell anyone about what happened tonight."
In the early morning, Roger moved.
In the blink of an eye, he shook off the dust on his body and gently picked up the two wooden piers on the ground and merged them into one.
Rogge knocked on the door gently, invited Wu Huan to come out, and asked him softly to chop wood again.
With a haggard look on his face, Wu Huan picked up a wooden pier, raised his ax and dropped it, and a thin piece of firewood fell to the ground.
In Rogge's spiritual world, a faint green light flashed across Wu Huan's body, covering the wooden pillar, the axe, and himself.
Rogge smiled faintly and said softly: "Everything that exists is an illusion; what is eternal will eventually be destroyed; everything in the world and the colorful colors are just the human heart that has been deceived. One day, the sky and the earth will be full of green mountains and green waters. , Existence only depends on my heart!”
Rogge stretched out his finger, and a wooden pier floated gently into the air; with a flick of his finger, the wooden pier bloomed like spring flowers, and every tiniest wood filament separated and danced in the air; finally, with a flick of his robe sleeves, the wooden pier bloomed like spring flowers. The wood fibers all disappeared into thin air.
"Thank you, Master!" Rogge turned around and bowed to the stunned Wu Huan.
when. . . . The leisurely bells ring, the new year is coming, and in one day, it will be the sacred calendar.
What exists is an illusion; what is eternal will eventually be destroyed; everything in the world and its colorful colors are just the deceived human heart.
The first volume of "Reincarnation" is completed (Quanben Novel Website www.QUaNbEn-xIAoShUO.com)