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Chapter 274: Article 274

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The character setting has been set: anti-social personality attack x gentle scum accept, those who are interested can accept it, no accident, it will open in March.

New addition: Loquat

This year's Mengxia was extremely hot, and the rain was more abundant than in previous years. Seeing that the sky was falling, it could fall three times a day, and it didn't stop.

The slate official roads in the county town are wet and dry quickly, so it doesn't matter, but in the mountains, it's no good. The places where you land are all wet mud, and some recesses are simply stewed with mud soup. . People who have nothing to run to the mountains on these days are probably a little sick in their brains.

For example, several people on Jiang Song Mountain.

"The last time." Tong Deng put his hands behind his back at the door of the main hall of Daze Temple, staring at Xuan Min and patted Xue Xian's clean-clothing amulet, "Don't come here tomorrow, at least leave me a day of peace."

Xue Xian turned his head and looked at the back of his thin shirt, stretched out a leg to let Xuan Min throw the talisman, and rushed to the lamp: "I didn't come to see you, I came to guard my loquat, it's almost the right time for these few days. It's ripe, I'm afraid you'll be greedy and steal it."

Tong Deng has acted prudently in his life, and he has never been "greedy" for so many years in the world. Suddenly, this ancestor poured a bucket of sewage, and he was about to laugh angrily. He turned his head and said to Xuanmin: "Do you care?"

Xuan Min: "..."

Can you manage today

Xuan Min had long been taken aback by this kind of situation, his expression remained the same, and he was still standing still between the two of them, giving Xue Xian the idea of getting rid of the mud on his body.

When the ancestor came here, he didn't look at the road. When he entered the gate of the Daze Temple, the mud stains on the robe could make up a peacock to open the screen. day to clean up.

"Hey, it's almost done." Xue Xian raised his arm and turned around to look around, "My robe is thin, if I pull it around like this, it will be rotten. Why are you two masters and apprentices so poor... "

"Don't move." Xuan Min said quietly.

The same lamp swept his sleeves, turned his head and went into the house.

Xue Xian felt that he had been cleansed, and he clicked his tongue. He was afraid that Xuan Min would lose some of his strength, and when he was stepping over the threshold, he lifted the hem of his robe humbly, and raised his feet to gesture for the height, so as not to be swept up in dust and mud as soon as it was cleaned.

Xuan Min was one step behind, silently watching him hold the threshold and not set foot, and patted him, motioning him to stop and hurry into the house.

Xue Xian squinted at him: "Where did you shoot?"

"Are you two going to sing a play there?" Tong Deng sat cross-legged beside the futon, with a table in front of him, on which was covered with soft white paper, and he had just written two lines.

Xue Xian came over lazily, tilted his head at the desk and looked at it for a while, "Are you going to give that little black Pimmer book again?"

Tong Deng clicked his tongue and looked at him with his pen in hand, "You call my apprentice a bald donkey, you call me a monk, and now you call Yunzhou Heipi, can you call me someone seriously?"

Xue Xian: "No."

Same lamp: "… "

The little black skin in the mouth of the ancestors is the current guardian of Jiang Songshan. When he first went up the mountain, he was still a young man in the 14th or 15th year. He didn't even have a big name, and now he is weak. The name Yunzhou was given to him by Tongdeng.

Ever since he got acquainted with Tong Deng, he would stay in Daze Temple every day when he patrolled the mountain. Sometimes he learned Chinese characters from Tong Deng, and sometimes he would make a small pot of tea for Tong Deng and chat for a while. I can't drink tea with the same lamp, but I like to smell the fragrance of tea.

After going back and forth, he even became acquainted with Xue Xian and Xuan Min.

Xue Xian touched his sleeves for a while, took out a good ink stick, and put it on the table, "I think your ink stick is almost used up, so I brought you another piece."

Tong Deng held the ink ingot and looked over it, nodding: "Good ink, go guard your loquat."

Xue Xian dragged Xuan Min around the Buddhist platform to the back door of the main hall.

There were originally many trees in the yard outside the door. In this season, the shade canopy can provide some shelter from the summer heat. Unfortunately, they all turned into dead wood piles in the fire that year.

A few years ago, Xue Xian didn't know whether he was drinking alcohol or the wrong prescription, so he craved loquats on a whim. The bamboo house where they lived was too foggy, and after two attempts, it failed, so he urged Xuanmin to plant it in Daze Temple. Anyway, Daze Temple was about to become their summer resort.

Xuan Min had always been obsessed with Xue Xian, so he turned around to get a loquat tree and planted it in the courtyard.

Tong Deng glanced at it at the time, only said "very good" and didn't say any more. After all, the seedlings of the tree were too small, and it would take some time for them to grow into loquats.

In the end, he didn't know which stalk of Yunzhou was touched by this incident. After a few days, he quietly brought back three wild loquats from the mountain nest.

Wild loquats are hard-nosed. Even if they don't care much, they still flourish. As soon as the season arrives, they are full of fruits, turning from green to yellow, and they are getting richer day by day.

As soon as Xue Xian hit the loquat, he dragged Xuan Min to guard it every day, until the loquat was almost cooked.

Tong Deng has not seen such a greedy ghost for so many years, but he is a real dragon who can't be provoked, and he has asked his apprentice to recruit him back, which is really a bad fate.

Tong Deng picked up the pen again, and was about to silence this passage when the courtyard gate of Daze Temple creaked again.

He sighed: Don't think about the whole book today.

Without raising his eyes, he also knew who was entering the courtyard. But he still looked up.

Seeing that Yunzhou had locked the courtyard door from the inside, he turned and walked towards the main hall. Over the years, he has grown very fast, growing like a joint, growing taller and straighter, the sleeves of the thin shirt rolled up, and the exposed arms are covered with a layer of tight muscles.

In fact, he wasn't black, at most wheatish, but he was called dark by Xue Xian's ancestor several times.

"It's overcast, and it will rain again in a while." Yunzhou complained casually when he entered the door, as natural as entering his own door.

Tongdeng responded and tried to pick up the pen again, but this time he stopped himself. He turned to look at Yunzhou: "What did you bring up?"

"Tea." Yunzhou raised the things in his hand to show him, and smiled, "And wine."

His inadvertent action was the same as that of an old friend many, many years ago. He looked at the lamp in a daze, and subconsciously replied, "You want to trick me into taking a drink?"

Yun Zhou bent down and put the tea on the table, and replied, "What are you cheating on, this is not Qiu Lubai."

After saying this, he was stunned for a moment, looked up at Tong Deng, and found that he was also a little stunned.

Tongdeng opened his mouth: "You..."

Yunzhou was at a loss for a moment, and hesitantly said, "Me too... I don't know why I said this."

Tongdeng said "oh" and smiled, "Forget it, the tea is set, and the wine is farther away, don't hinder me from reading to you."

Yunzhou nodded. He stood beside the desk and watched Tong Deng write a few words. He couldn't help touching his face and asked, "Have my words... grown up?"

Tong Deng glanced at him, then continued to drop the pen, and said, "I have grown, and I have changed from crawling on my stomach to crawling on my knees."

Yunzhou: "…"

Tong Deng didn't look at him, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Yun Zhou sighed, straightened up with the small pot of wine, and went around to the back door to take a look.

Xue Xian was leaning against the door with his arms crossed, staring at the loquat while chatting with Xuan Min in a low voice, when he saw him coming, he raised his chin, "I was talking about you just now, what are you carrying? Wine? "

Yunzhou raised the pot in his hand to them, "I touched the loquats in the morning, they are cooked, you should pick them and drink them."

Xue Xian blinked: "It's the first time I've heard that loquats are used for drinking."

Yunzhou took the jug and hid behind the Buddhist altar again. He probably put down the wine and went to learn calligraphy with Tong Deng.

Xue Xian's nose was very sharp, and the aroma of the wine was gone. He stretched his neck to sniff it twice, and was turned back by Xuan Min's chin: "Loquat is optional, but wine is not good."

Xue Xian narrowed his eyes and looked at him for a while, then leaned crookedly against the door, turned his face, and shouted inside, "Monk, your apprentice has gone against the sky. Don't allow me to drink."

Tong Deng was talking to Yunzhou, and he didn't even look up, "What's the matter with me?"

Xue Xian was also very addicted to his mouth, and he didn't really expect him to say anything. He turned around, patted Xuanmin's face, and asked, "Why doesn't wine work?"

Xuan Min grabbed his wrist, took off his claws on his nose and his face, and counted calmly: "Last time, you drank a jar of Luo Fu Chun and dragged me up to the Taihang Snow Peak. One more time, You drank half a jar of bamboo leaf green and fell into the East China Sea. Then—"

"Don't do it any more—" Xue Xian tugged at him angrily, leaned over to seal his mouth, licked it again, and quickly leaned back to the door with a serious face.

Xuan Min: "..."

Xue Xian turned his face away, raised his hand and pointed to the courtyard, "Don't look at me, look there, it's raining."

Xuan Min sighed.

It was really raining outside.

Meng Xia's rain did not carry clouds and thunder, it was thin and dense, and when it fell, there was a rustling sound, but it seemed that the whole world had slowed down and was quiet and stable.

The hawker in the county town was busy moving things from the stall to the restaurant. The passers-by raised their hands to cover their faces, and the women in the house put away the clothes hanging on the bamboo racks.

The crowing of chickens and dogs in the village became distant in the rain, and Dada's horses' hooves sounded on the official road.

Behind the Buddhist altar, the brief conversations with Deng and Yunzhou occasionally came over, and the content was vaguely inaudible, but it was nothing more than a chorus of human affairs.

Xuan Min glanced at the fruits in the courtyard. Xue Xian had been guarding them for half a month, but after being washed by the rain, all of them became shiny and yellow, with branches hanging alive.

His eyes moved, and when it landed on Xue Xian's face again, Xue Xian was smiling with the corner of his mouth tilted up.

Xuan Min looked at it for a while, then lowered his eyes and lowered his head to kiss him.

Probably the best day on earth...

Loquat drizzle, prosperity and peace.

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