A never-ending chase began.
Lei Dong ran in front, and Changsun Wuji chased after him. In terms of lightness kung fu, Lei Dong, apart from the long-lasting and strong zhenqi he had cultivated for decades, was not as good as Changsun Wuji in terms of lightness and energy saving. Before and after, always keep a distance of five feet.
Lei Dong's method of sealing the acupoints is very special, Meng Fuyao's zhenqi in the lower body is locked by him, but the upper body is unimpeded, he seems to be sure that Meng Fuyao will never crawl away with his hands on the ground.
Of course Meng Fuyao refused to climb, she is not in a hurry now, you catch me, if you do, don't regret it if I grind you to death.
On the first day, learn embroidery.
The old guy untied the acupuncture points on Meng Fuyao's upper body, threw a bundle over, opened it, and saw that the embroidery frame was complete with embroidery needles and colored threads, so it turned out that he had prepared it long ago.
"Today you have to embroider something." Lei Dong arranged with a loud voice, "I will find an embroiderer to guide you when I have time."
Immediately, he waved his sleeves, found a tree and sat down, and knocked down a few poor trees on the rocky mountain, cut off the branches and grass leaves, made two beds, and lay down comfortably.
Five zhang away from them, Changsun Wuji found a flat stone and lay down comfortably.
Meng Fuyao grabbed the pile of things and asked, "Where's the needle hoop?"
"What?" Lei Dong's eyes widened.
"Wear it on your hands to prevent your hands from being poked." Meng Fuyao spread his hands, "I won't do it without this thing. You must know that if your future Empress Dahan's hands are all poked holes, then it is not virtuous." Rong Yangong is very embarrassing to your precious apprentice."
Leidong thought about it seriously, it was about the face of the precious apprentice, and he couldn't ignore it. After thinking for a while, he took out a finger wrench from his bosom and asked, "Is this about the same?"
Meng Fuyao received it unceremoniously. There was a long and slender silver light looming in the middle of the huge black jade finger, like a half-opened and half-closed eye. It looked very unusual. She was holding the "let the enemy eat" The creed of life that every loss is my advantage" was immediately dangled on the fingers: "Success!"
She was sitting on the rock, embroidering really well. She embroidered for a long time, looking at the flowers, the grass, the mountains, the birds, the grandson Wuji on the opposite side, and shouted: "Hey, the weather is nice."
The eldest grandson Wuji called back: "Yes, it's very good, have you eaten yet?"
"Didn't eat." Meng Fuyao shouted, "Did you eat?"
"I didn't eat it either." Changsun Wuji shouted, "Can you kill two birds and roast them? What kind of bird meat do you like? Yellow sparrow, lark, crow and cuckoo?"
Meng Fuyao stroked his bristling hairs and murmured: "Why does it sound so creepy?" After a while he ordered: "Here's a yellow bird!"
"You two are arguing to death!" Lei Dong couldn't sleep, sat up suddenly, and shouted, "Don't talk!"
Meng Fuyao remained silent, and handed over the embroidery needle.
"what."
"Please sew my mouth shut," Meng Fuyao begged, "It's okay not to eat or drink, but it's too cruel not to talk, asking me not to talk is like asking you not to fight, think about it, think about it—"
Leidong then thought about it. After thinking about it for a while, he felt that it was really cruel, and said rumblingly: "Slow down! Don't shout at the top of your throat, the old man's ears have been deafened by you."
Meng Fuyao looked at the sky, a group of crows fell from the sky to kill this real noise maker!
Unable to fall asleep, Lei Dong remembered to eat. He took out a few hard dough pancakes from his bosom, held them in his hands and turned them over and over, his palms turned red, and the pancakes were baked soft instantly. Praise: "Good martial arts! It's really a simple portable boiler suitable for home travel, murder and arson!"
Lei Dong grinned triumphantly, Meng Fuyao smiled at him very purely, and the two smiled and laughed at each other until the smell of burnt smoke came out, and Meng Fuyao coolly reminded: "It's burnt."
…
Lei Dong let go, and threw the coke cake in front of Master Yuan Bao: "Reward!"
Mr. Yuan Bao grabbed the ground with his head—the biggest insult in this life!
Meng Fuyao sighed, and said: "Poor to see..." He shouted to the eldest grandson Wuji on the opposite side: "Have you finished roasting the bird yet?"
"Lack of salt!" The aroma of bird meat came from the opposite side.
Meng Fuyao drooled and said to himself: "His Royal Highness is not good at making a fire, but roast game is still good. Look at the taste, tsk tsk..."
Lei Dong sniffed his nose, his bull's eyes lit up, and said: "Tell that kid to roast more."
"You are a bandit who kidnaps women." Meng Fuyao hugged his knees and turned his nostrils to the sky. "Have you ever heard of a robber who invites the robber to eat barbecue?"
The old man immediately said angrily: "I am Lei Dong!"
Meng Fuyao answered quickly: "I've never heard of it!"
Lei Dongniu stared at him with burning eyes, dazzling like a searchlight. Meng Fuyao glared at him and refused to give in. He opened his eyes for a long time and felt that his eyelids were sore and he was about to cry. No, you can't lose if you lose. superior.
The old guy was defeated, so he stopped staring this time, turned his head to look at Meng Fuyao for a while, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said: "It's interesting, now I know why Ye'er fell in love with you... Sigh, to be able to look at each other like this For a long time, besides Ye'er, there is only you."
Meng Fuyao let out a snort, turned his head and ignored, Changsun Wuji over there threw a roasted bird over, Meng Fuyao continued with a smile on his face and said, "The outside is charred and the inside is tender, the aroma is overflowing, good, good."
She tore off a leg, chewed slowly, and suddenly heard the sound of thunder thundering beside her, ignored it, and continued to eat, the thunder became louder and louder, Mr Yuan Bao couldn't bear the torment, and once again sneaked into a relative's house to avoid lightning.
Meng Fuyao sighed, and said: "People say that the belly is like thunder, I really saw it today." Passing over the remaining half roasted bird, Lei Dong immediately took it unceremoniously, and stuffed the half bird between his teeth .
Meng Fuyao watched him finish eating unprepared, his eyes lit up, and he counted silently in his heart: "One, two, three, really!"
…
Did not fall.
Lei Dong still sat there like a mountain, his eyes were brighter than hers, and said: "Bake a few more."
Meng Fuyao collapsed—her top-level Mongolian sweat medicine from Zongyue, which has been tried and tested and invincible, has no effect on this flamingo at all
"Did you put Gu Yidie's medicine?" The fiery old guy licked his lips, "A woman is a woman, even if you make poison and sweat medicine, you have to make it taste like sugar. I haven't taken it for more than ten years. It's strange." Missed."
Meng Fuyao twitches—the old guy who dared to love used to eat the poison of Master Zongyue to exercise his stomach...
After the poisoning failed, Meng Fuyao was no longer in the mood to disturb Lei Dong's mind, and lay down sullenly. Before he lay down, Lei Dong picked him up: "Embroidery! Embroidery!"
His Majesty Meng grasped a light needle like a tiger's claw, and said blankly: "Embroidery, embroidery..."
Lei Dong was lying comfortably, with his legs crossed, squinting at Meng Fuyao's "flying needle and thread", thinking that this woman's appearance was the most beautiful and virtuous, and she looked a bit worthy of being a wild child, so he showed a smile very happily. Big smile, hazy sleep.
Hearing his snoring, Meng Fuyao immediately became happy again, raised his hand to signal Changsun Wuji, just as Changsun Wuji took a step, the old fellow turned over with a whimper, his long arm hit Meng Fuyao's Jianjing acupoint intentionally or unintentionally. .
Meng Fuyao heard a click of her arms, and immediately froze there with her arms raised to maintain the posture of receiving guests. An hour later, the old man turned over again, and with a slap, her claws creaked and came down.
Failed to escape again...
The old man didn't get up until the moon was rising. He sat up and asked for the inspection result: "Where are the embroidery, let me have a look."
Meng Fuyao lazily yawned and pointed to the ground.
The old man picked up the fine and noble apricot-colored brocade and took a look. It was indeed embroidered with something—yellow thread, a three-layer odd-shaped object with simple lines, with a pointed top and a round bottom, with a simple shape.
"What?" Lei Dong was dumbfounded.
Meng Fuyao lay down and stretched, "It's a pile of shit."
"..."
After a while, there was a roar from the top of the mountain: "One, lump, shit!"
"Strange." Meng Fuyao rubbed his eyes, and looked at the cooked flamingo in bewilderment, "You said it depends on my embroidery level, but you didn't stipulate what I should embroider, so I'll show you my level now." Yes, are you satisfied?"
"Then you can't embroider this!" The old man was burning.
"What's wrong?" Meng Fuyao lazily said, "Don't discriminate against a pile of shit, shit also has its own style, do you dare to say that this thing is not important? Do you dare to say that you can live without it every day? Do you dare to say that if this thing Don’t you feel uncomfortable if you refuse to come out? Do you dare to say that the rice you eat on weekdays can grow well and be cooked into delicious rice if it is not watered by this thing... "
"Shut up!"
The fiery red old man was huffing and burning all over the mountain—if she continued, he wouldn't have to eat in this life.
Meng Fuyao lay down calmly, and at the same time took care of her: "Don't get excited, be careful of blood pressure rising, but luckily it's going to rain, so I don't worry you'll get burned."
It's about to rain.
The clouds in the sky passed by, and the darkness approached, there were golden red fireballs bouncing up and down among the clouds, Meng Fuyao sighed - together with Leidong, it really was going to thunder and rain and shake the earth.
She lay down on the rock and shouted to the opposite side: "Changsun Wuji, you go down the mountain, there is no place to sleep on the mountain—"
Changsun Wuji looked up at her, smiled, and said, "I will be where you are."
Lei Dong was dissatisfied and cursed: "Shut up, don't talk to my apprentice's wife!"
"Master, I am not qualified." Meng Fuyao turned around and looked up at him sincerely, "Really, I am not qualified to be a virtuous and generous Empress Dahan."
"My Ye'er likes it!" The old man replied resentfully and concisely.
Meng Fuyao gritted his teeth and gave up the plan to communicate with this tuo. Forget it, it would be more comfortable to pay attention to the prince.
But paying attention to the prince gradually became uncomfortable. There were no trees on the rocky mountain, and the only few trees were rolled over by Lei Dong to make a bed. The grassland below the mountain had no shelter, and the eldest grandson Wuji stayed where she could see. It's just a shallow mountain depression, which can't stop the rain at all.
Meng Fuyao looked at the sky worriedly, hoping that the rain would stop falling, she didn't want to raise her head, a thunder came down, crackling raindrops fell like hailstones, and she quickly closed her eyes.
It started to rain.
In summer, the rain on the grassland was unobstructed and violent, and the sky ladle was toppled over. There was a tree above Meng Fuyao's head, and it was quickly wet. She hurriedly asked Lei Dong: "Go down the mountain and find a place to shelter from the rain."
"No need." Leidong greeted the thunder and lightning very happily, "I chose this weather to climb up the mountain. The thunder and lightning in the sky are very good for my kung fu."
Is it good for you or me, Meng Fuyao was angry, Lei Dong glanced at her and said: "It's not a bad thing for you, you youngsters should hone their muscles and bones, you are already in the top ten, so you are afraid of this little rain ?”
Should you be drenched if you are not afraid of rain? Meng Fuyao glared at the flaming old man with a green face and fangs. No matter how he spoke, his virtue was the same as that of his dead old Taoist priest - he had to go through natural tempering! To meet the baptism of the storm!
A bunch of bastards!
Seeing that the old man is definitely going to hone her, but she doesn't have to drag her eldest grandson Wuji to be hone as well. She didn't bring her burden, and she was very upset when her clothes got wet and had no place to change. : "Going down the mountain—going down to shelter from the rain—you'll catch a cold."
The eldest grandson Wuji asked her, "Is it cold? I'll go find you oil coats—"
Meng Fuyao wanted to laugh when he heard that, where would he go to find oil coats in such a sparsely populated place? Over the mountain, maybe there are people at the bottom of the mountain, but to find an oil coat to go over the mountain? Your Royal Highness is too busy! However, when the smile reached the corner of her mouth, it turned into drooping deep lines. Looking at Changsun Wuji who was standing in the rain without any cover, she suddenly felt angry. Long threw it, Changsun Wuji caught it, and smiled at her in the chaotic rain, his eyes were as bright as stars even from such a distance.
Lei Dong said with an ouch: "Why did you pull up all the trees that sheltered from the rain? You are not afraid of getting wet."
Meng Fuyao said with strong fangs: "Drench, accept the baptism of nature, and have the closest contact with the original ecological thunder and lightning, why do you need a tree to block it? Drench! You and I drench together!"
Before she could wait, the green-faced and long-toothed Leidong began to speak. She raised her hand and threw Leidong's tree bed out again, and landed at the feet of her eldest grandson Wuji.
Lei Dong was furious, and his roar was louder than the thunder that was chopping overhead, "Where will I sleep if you throw me on the bed?"
Meng Fu shook his head and replied louder: "Sleep with me!"
The old man staggered and bowed down...
Meng Fuyao held his head high and his chest was shining brightly - I can't beat you, and I can kill you!
After a while, the old guy got up and stared at her with scorching eyes, his fiery red bald head was drenched, Meng Fuyao stared at that bald head maliciously, very satisfied that she had a larger contact area than himself.
Through the rain curtain, the old and the young looked at each other for a long while, each snorted and turned their heads away. Meng Fuyao turned his head and found that his eldest grandson Wuji had disappeared, he was relieved in surprise, thinking that Lei Dong wouldn't harm her anyway, she wanted to start with Lei Dong It's not easy to escape, it doesn't matter if he defends or not, it's serious to go down the mountain to avoid the rain.
Lei Dong turned his head away, thought for a while, and suddenly punched the mountain wall.
There was a loud sound of stone chips flying, and large and small stones flew in all directions. In an instant, the fist as big as a vinegar bowl blasted a big hole arm's deep in the hard mountain wall. Lei Dong punched several times, and the big hole became bigger and bigger. It was so deep that he actually carved a cave on the mountain wall with his fleshy palm.
Meng Fuyao couldn't move his lower body, waved his hand to block the stone, glared at Lei Dong, and cursed: "Pangolin!"
Lei Dong suddenly reached out to grab her, threw her into the hole, and said, "Pampered and spoiled! Go to sleep!"
After a while, Lord Yuanbao was airdropped in again.
Meng Fuyao snorted, shook his wet clothes, saw the old guy standing upright in the heavy rain, lightning, thunder, golden snakes dancing wildly, his shiny head gleaming to welcome the baptism of the thunder from the sky, he couldn't help muttering a word in pity.
"Poor Zhan Beiye..."
After resting for a while, he suddenly saw a figure flashing in front of him. Meng Fuyao looked through the rain curtain and frowned. Why did Changsun Wuji come back
He seemed to have something under his armpit, and the wind passed through the rain curtain, raised his hand, and threw the thing over.
Meng Fuyao took it in his hands, the oil coat, and a bundle wrapped in the oil coat, inside which was a set of clean clothes for a herdsman, complete with clothes, shoes and socks, even... even underwear.
Meng Fuyao was stunned for a long time staring at the corset of the daughter of the prairie, red in embarrassment...
After being embarrassed for a long time, I remembered, where did he get this suit? How many miles did you run on a rainy night before you found a house? Or, he just climbed over this mountain just to find her a set of clean clothes
Knowing that at her level, being in the rain is not a big problem, it's just uncomfortable, but she still comes and goes in the middle of the night in the rain and gallops for dozens of miles, just for a set of dry clothes.
There is a person who does not relax his care for her because of her strength. In his heart, even if she flies high in the sky with wings soaring, she will always be the little girl he has the responsibility to take care of.
Meng Fuyao held the suit, looked at the opposite, Changsun Wuji smiled and put his hands in the rain, seeing her looking over, he also put on an oil coat and sat down, but his clothes were already soaked through, it was useless to wear it or not. Meng Fuyao sighed leisurely, thinking that ever since the golden and precious crown prince accompanied him, he had only endured hardships, sufferings that he shouldn't have suffered in his capacity—sleeping in the open, having a picnic, getting caught in the rain, being beaten, chasing desperately, and looking for clothes in the middle of the night , to do all the things that every man in the world has to do or even fail to do when chasing girls... It's really hard life.
The rain was boundless, and the two looked at each other, one smiled and comforted, the other blamed himself and sadly reminded them, they seemed to be very affectionate and affectionate, thunder was upset, and they blocked the intersection of their eyes with their door-like bodies: "No peeking!"
Meng Fuyao didn't say a word, looked at his back for a while, and lazily said: "Old man, no wonder you think I'm not strong enough, look at you, your butt is really big."
…
The door panel moved away quickly, and the old guy lost again...
It rained in the middle of the night, and it didn't stop until it was dawn. In the early morning, water droplets rolled on the rocky mountain, and the air was refreshing and pleasant. Changsun Wuji greeted him from a distance with a fluttering robe, "Good morning."
Meng Fuyao looked at him with admiration, and felt that there was such a kind of person in the world who could maintain a dignified and elegant demeanor under any embarrassing situation. A night of rain was like a night of soaking in hot springs, unlike her, who obviously had shelters in caves and changed The clean clothes were still wrinkled into a mess of rags overnight.
Lei Dong snorted with his nostrils up to the sky, and he answered Changsun Wuji, and picked up a man and a mouse again to open the way, Master Yuan Bao was tearful and refused to leave—I'm hungry!
Meng Fuyao pointed at Lei Dong very unconscionably—going with grandpa.
Lord Yuan Bao ran to look for Grandpa, Grandpa Lei said "Oh?" and said angrily, "Why didn't you eat the pancakes I gave you yesterday? You deserve to be hungry!"
Meng Fuyao crossed his arms and looked at the sky coolly: "This mouse once saved the life of Emperor Dahan. When he was in Dahan, the daily supply was equivalent to one hundred taels of silver. It is a life-saving mouse enshrined by everyone in Dahan. To be cruelly tortured by starvation at the hands of Emperor Dahan and his master, it is really ungrateful to cross the river and tear down the bridge... "
The old man started to take things out of his clothes halfway through hearing this, and took out a white fruit that looked a bit like Poria cocos. Master Yuan Bao's eyes lit up when he saw it, he ran over to snatch it, and then ran away. He sized up Dahandijun and his teacher with a sharp eye, and felt that this old guy seemed to have a lot of good things on him? Anyway, if you don't take it captive, you won't take it for nothing, and if you take it captive, you can't take it for nothing. At any rate, you have to ask him to post compensation for mental damage, and first take out his treasures.
After blackmailing the old man clean and turning around to blackmail his apprentice, Meng Fuyao bit his finger and laughed like a rogue.
On the second day, recite "Women's Admonitions", "Women's Rules", "Women's Training", "Women's Analects" and other reference books that have been dedicated to the brainwashing and mass production of virtuous women for thousands of years.
"Seven chapters of "Women's Commandments" - humbleness, husband and wife, respect and prudence, women's behavior, concentration, song obedience, uncle and sister". Meng Fuyao was taken to a tent by Lei Dong, drinking camellia tea from the herdsmen, holding a book and reading aloud, "Go to bed late and work early, don't worry about late nights; do affairs and affairs, never mind the drama, concentrate on being honest, keep your ears quiet, and keep your eyes open." Don't squint... Hey, I really want to sleep."
"Don't sleep!" Professor Lei waved the small pointer (the herdsman's whip), scowling, "You slept the most last night, and you still slept!"
"Give me some refreshment..." Student Meng stretched out his begging hand, "Coffee, tea, cigarettes, pins, candles... it's all fine, this content is so hypnotic."
Professor Lei ignored him, the woman was full of strange words, and she would be fooled if he ignored her.
"Actually, I think," Meng Fuyao clattered the pages of the book, "What kind of book looks different to whoever sees it, for example, a history of the country—confucians see Yi, Taoists see obscenity, Talented people see lingering, revolutionaries see rowing, gossipers see secrets of the palace, such as this female commandment, and I see martial arts."
"Oh?" Wu Chi immediately became interested.
"Concentrate on being serious, and don't listen to lewd voices. You are right!" Meng Fuyao approached enthusiastically, "Warriors practice martial arts most to avoid distraction and being invaded by external images. For example, when the Lingtai is clear and bright, suddenly hearing a strange sound will make one's heart tremble. If you are startled, your inner breath must be disturbed, and I think, if it is a startling sound, your inner breath will rise, if it is an obscene sound, your inner breath will sink... "
"Hmm." The old guy's eyes lit up when he heard it, he nodded frequently, and he came over and said, "This is true, and if it's a crackling sound, the inner breath will falter, if it's a harmonious sound, the inner breath will slow down .”
"Wonderful words!" Meng Fuyao slapped his hands, "There's more..."
"yes… "
"That what..."
"yes… "
Half an hour has passed... One hour has passed... Two hours have passed...
"What are we talking about?" Lei Dong finally came to his senses after a long time, "Endorsement! Endorsement!"
Meng Fuyao looked at him innocently, and said: "Cramming education without skills and guidance is cruelly stifling and restricting children's spirituality and creative thinking. I request to use other popular science books for interactive reading to improve learning efficiency and interest. "
Lei Dong stared at her, and Meng Fuyao translated: "Grandpa, give me some pocket books of anime fandom Qiong Yao novels and Danmei novels to change my appetite..."
Lei Dong understood, looked at her for a while, took out a booklet from his arms, and said: "Seeing that you still have some opinions, you are allowed to read this book for a quarter of an hour every time you memorize it. I'll take it back if I think about it."
Meng Fuyao took it, and smiled affectionately at the old man: "Don't worry, compared with female precepts, every book is full of fleshy H text."
She went to study "H Wen", basically read "H Wen" for two hours, memorized "Female Commandments" for half an hour, and discussed with Lei Dong immediately before he was about to get angry. Just forget.
In the evening, Meng Fuyao lit up the lamp, and enthusiastically said that he would continue to study "The Commandments of Women". The thunderous heart was overjoyed, and he praised it quite a bit. Meng Fuyao lit up the lamp to fight at night, and when he looked up in the middle of the night, he saw a star of light far away from the tent. Suddenly remembered that today he had tricked Leidong's martial arts secrets into learning without sleep and food, and even forgot his eldest grandson Wuji who had been following him all the time. After thinking about it, he looked at Leidong lying at the entrance of the tent. The oil lamp quietly moved over to shine on her, the light and shadow of the oil lamp cast her figure on the tent, the person in the distance raised her head immediately, Meng Fuyao smiled, knowing that this kind of thin cloth tent, people in the distance It is possible to see the shadow cast on the tent.
Facing the tent, she made a gesture of patting her head—touch your head, be good, baby.
Facing the tent again, he raised the book in his hand—the old guy is so deceitful, and sooner or later, his aunt and grandma will deceive him into getting all his underwear.
Facing the tent again, I shook my clothes and made a gesture of sprinkling water, and asked him - I got wet last night, didn't I have a cold
After a while, the slender figure on the tent climbed into a small ball on his shoulders.
Made a gesture of eating—Master, I have something good to eat.
Made a pose to incite Meng Fuyao - this is very good, don't worry!
Made a sad self-portrait in the mirror—why am I so handsome...
The slender shadow immediately slammed down the ball of hair and made a vomiting gesture.
…
A "shadow puppetry" was played silently on the tent, and the man on the hillside far away outside the tent was watching with interest. The fragrance of grass in early summer was infinite, the sound of insects chirped softly, and the stars all over the sky sprinkled down like diamonds. Eyes are brighter than starlight.
That is her delicacy and her tenderness; this is his joy and his gaze.
After a long while, he lay down gently, put his head in his hands, and showed an intoxicated smile at the high and far sky.
On the third day, learn cooking.
In fact, there is absolutely no need for Meng Fuyao to learn this thing, her culinary skills will definitely pass the test, but she does not intend to let the "Queen Da Han" pass the test in the eyes of old man Lei, her ultimate goal is to let him fail with a stroke of a pen.
With this goal in mind, Meng Fuyao blew up the pots of the three herdsmen, destroyed their only stove, burned their tents, and while Lei Dong was busy making compensations, he made a bunch of herdsmen whose colors, shapes and smells were very challenging. The food of endurance, Leidong snarled at the pile of things for a long time, and threw them all to Mr. Yuanbao.
Master Yuan Bao was very talkative and smiled, dragged a bundle of fur to wrap the things, dragged them out, and gave them to his master.
One person and one mouse hid behind the hillside and spread out their fur skins for a picnic, peeling off those horrible skins, revealing the steaming food that was painstakingly wrapped inside, sharing it, sharing it, big and small bones kept flying out from behind the hillside, Meng Fuyao watched sadly from a distance, gnawed on the hard pancakes, and accompanied them on the picnic with his thoughts and saliva.
Lei Dong gnawed on the pancakes, thinking of Changsun Wuji's roasted bird on the first day, Meng Fuyao showed contempt in his eyes - aunt's delicacy is called delicacy, so I won't let you eat it, I would rather eat stiff pancakes with you!
After a while Master Yuan Bao came back with a small bag on his back, and tugged at Meng Fuyao's clothes. One person and one mouse turned around furtively. The scorched taro juice was applied, revealing the complete and crispy elbow inside, and the bone was carefully removed, and the scented pork was wrapped in clean silk cloth twice and sent back to Meng Fuyao.
Meng Fuyao hugged her elbows with tears in her eyes, thinking that the prince is a good one, a kind child, who will never forget her, and just as she was intoxicated for a long time, she was about to eat, when a big hairy hand suddenly stretched out and snatched it away: "What? It smells so good!"
Meng Fuyao rushed forward and snatched it: "Damn old man, even a tiger's mouth dares to snatch food!"
"Go!" Lei Dong waved his sleeves.
"Get lost!" Meng Fuyao poked at it with one finger.
"boom-"
"Pong!"
Billows of smoke and dust rose from the tent, and there was a loud crackling noise. Pots, bowls, chopsticks, and felts flew around in a mess. When they flew out, they were no longer what they were before.
After a long while, the smoke and dust that shot straight into the sky cleared away, revealing Lei Dong standing with his hips on his hips and Meng Fuyao lying sprawled on the ground. Meng Fuyao was staring blankly at the sky, his eyes were already astigmatized.
Master Yuan Bao worriedly went to pull, Meng Fuyao murmured: "Don't pick... don't pick... it's gone... it's gone..."
Mr. Yuan Bao turned around - no, it's scattered, the master will definitely ask me to clean it up, and I can't pick up the lump after looking at it.
Lei Dong folded his arms and smiled, looking very satisfied, and said: "You can't do anything, but your martial arts are not bad, and you are worthy of my Ye'er."
Meng Fuyao ignored him, took an hour to put himself back together, and threw himself back with an "ow".
"boom-"
"Pong!"
…
After a long while, Lei Dong said to Meng Fuyao, who had left again: "Oh, you're talented, you can use the martial arts in the booklet I gave you yesterday, and you're actually good at it today, tsk tsk, you're the second one who can use it besides the old man's Yeer!" It can be described as a thousand miles a day."
This time he was addicted, and kicked Meng Fuyao with twinkling eyes: "Come on, come on again."
"Come on!"
"boom-"
"Pong!"
…
Master Yuan Bao ran back to the arms of His Royal Highness in the smoke and dust... That woman is crazy...
The eldest grandson Wuji gently stroked it, looking up at the starless and moonless sky... She wanted to improve herself so much, she refused to miss any precious opportunity, even Leidong dared to use it to test, it is conceivable that, with the top ten The third Lei Dong continues to practice like this, she will definitely improve rapidly... she will get closer and closer to her dream.
Then... getting farther and farther away from him.
On the fourth day, I learned sewing and cutting. I was already out of the grassland and stayed in a small mountain village.
Meng Fuyao was holding a pair of scissors under the oil lamp, facing a piece of cloth, with the heroic spirit of "breaking the nine sky", clicking and clicking for a while, Leidong practiced with his back to her, listening to the sound was very interesting, satisfied nod.
After a while, he finished practicing, stood up, and strode out to relieve himself. Mr. Lei always held his head high when he walked, and his gaze was only above his chest, so he always felt that he didn't know what was wrong, but he didn't see anything wrong.
The latrine is at the east end of the house. Mr. Lei was striding forward, followed by some children gradually, more and more, pointing and laughing behind him, when the old man turned around, the group of children dispersed with a loud sound, and the old man turned back Overhead, the crowd gathered again with a clatter.
The old man thought about it, and thought it might be because of his superior temperament, so he didn't go into it.
Heroes are always lonely!
The lonely hero enters the latrine, and this time he has to lower his head to untie his belt and take off his pants.
"Ow—"
The roar of the flamingo shook the low thatched cottage, how could the simple latrine shed built by the countryman withstand the roar of the lion from Mr. Leidong? It collapsed with a "snap", smashed into the latrine and splashed dung and water, splashing the old guy's robe and buttocks.
After a long while, a fiery red wind swept into the house, and a huge thunder roared from the nine heavens: "Meng! Help! Shake!"
He shook his robe, and had already lost the ability to accurately express the anger in his heart—his fiery red robe was modified by Meng Fuyao's superb tailoring skills by the way. full of yellow stuff...
That's all, the key is the slanted skirt, Meng Fuyao hung a bellyband-like thing on it - she cut it out casually, using the lightest fabric, the old man was careless, so he didn't notice it.
So Mr. Leidong just went to the toilet wearing a mermaid skirt with an ancient bra on his buttocks...
Before the angry lion finished roaring, Meng Fuyao shook his hand and stabbed it with a pair of scissors.
The nth battle between the male lion and the tigress started again.
"boom-"
"Pong!"
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On the fifth day, learn etiquette.
At this time, a lonely chase has turned into a mighty battle.
Yunhen and the others finally caught up.
Leidong ran too fast on the first day, at first only Changsun Wuji caught up immediately, but now Yunhen, Ya Lanzhu and all the guards also chased up, none of them left.
On the first day of Meng Fuyao's captivity, he asked his eldest grandson Wuji to rush back to escort Ya Lanzhu back to Faqiang King City, how could his eldest grandson Wuji leave her? So he ordered his hidden guards to go back to escort them. Both Yinwei and Meng Fuyao's guards refused to leave their master and go another route. In the end, it was Yun Hen who made the decision to follow, because although the Mizong Valley was in the burning area, it was far away from his master. The Qiang King City is very close, and the initial route is the same, everyone decided to chase all the way and wait for the opportunity to get Meng Fuyao back, and then split up to send Qiang.
They have a lot of people, and they have to take care of the injured and sick, so they are naturally much slower.
Leidong didn't pay any attention to it. In the eyes of the top ten, the vast majority of people in this world are ants. Since they are ants, there is no difference between one and many ants.
Of course there are a few who are not ants, but he is holding Meng Fuyao in his hand, no one is sure to snatch Meng Fuyao out of Lei Dong's palm, but he is unwilling to leave, so he strung a rope like a grasshopper.
So the old man grabbed Meng Fuyao to learn etiquette in the house, Sun Wuji, the eldest son ten feet away, listened, and a large group of people fifteen feet away listened.
Meng Fuyao saw that everyone had followed, but in desperation, he comforted him, since Yinwei had already caught up, he would take good care of his eldest grandson Wuji, seeing him eating and sleeping in the open these few days, he felt a little bit unbearable.
"You have to walk like this!" The old woman Leidong found showed Meng Fuyao's gait, "Weak Liu Fufeng, graceful Tingting..."
Meng Fuyao looked at the wrinkled "Weak Willow" whose chest was down to his stomach and knees, and said for a while, "If Liu Yao looks like this, all poets in the world can go to death."
"Gait! Gait!" Lei Dong stared at the bull's-eye, "It's not about people's figure!"
"Oh," Meng Fuyao spread her hands, "How can I show you my gait if you don't unlock my acupoints?"
Lei Dong blinked, raised his hand to release the acupoints on her lower body, before Meng Fuyao could be happy, Lei Dong sealed the acupoints on her upper body again.
"Come and show me." The old guy squinted his eyes and waited for the acceptance result.
Meng Fuyao showed him a newly learned half-tooth-wide smile, stood up, and walked out gracefully.
The eldest grandson Wuji, who was sitting on a rock in the distance, suddenly started coughing.
Yunhen, who was looking up at the foot of a hillside, staggered.
Yao Xun hugged a tree and bumped against it.
Master Yuan Bao quickly looked for the rope and prepared to tie himself up.
After a long while, Lei Dong couldn't bear it and shouted loudly: "Stop!"
Meng Fuyao turned around and saw the old guy covering his eyes with his hands, looking up at the old man with tears in his eyes, lamenting: "Ye'er, what kind of eyes do you have...a female monkey is more elegant than her..."
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On the seventh day, I walked through the mountains and countryside all the way, and finally arrived at a relatively prosperous city. It is said to be relatively prosperous. Compared with Wujihan, it is only the size of a small county. This is the closest city to the Lost Valley. As the season approaches, there is an endless stream of people coming and going in the city, most of whom are warriors of various ethnic groups with sabers and swords. Although Fufeng is divided into three major clans, the major clans do not interfere with each other, but because it was a country in the past, all ethnic groups communicate with each other. The descendants of good intermarriage are still there, and the hostility between each other is not too strong. Although each of them guards the territory on weekdays, all ethnic groups are allowed to participate in the treasure hunt season.
The inn in the city was almost full, but Lei Dong didn't seem to be interested in staying in the inn, so he took Meng Fuyao and headed straight to the west of the city.
He seemed to be quite familiar with the terrain. He walked through several alleys with twists and turns, and suddenly grinned and said, "Here we are."
Meng Fuyao looked up, and saw "Happy One Night" in big red characters on a pink background, and a coquettishly embroidered apron was hanging at the door, with men and women erotic palaces embroidered on the skirt.
brothel.
The old man persevered and took her to a brothel to learn "The Eighteen Ways of the Jade Heart Sutra on Bed."
Standing in the small courtyard with his bald head touching, he threw a large ingot of gold at his mother who was terrified to greet her when she saw a large number of people coming to "prostitutes". The romantic girls who are the best at pleasing men and the best business are called out together, and eighteen pairs will be opened, and live performances, we have to learn!"
"Who wants to learn..." Mom held the gold blankly.
"Her!" Lei Dong lifted Meng Fuyao forward, "Teach her! Immediately! Now! Tonight!"
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Note: The sentence "Confucians see Yi" in the article on the history of the country comes from the smiling cat "Only Luohua knows this love". It seems that the smiling cat is also quoted. I can't remember it. In short, I am too lazy to use this sentence myself. I rewrite my thoughts, so I plagiarized, hereby declare.