The little girl was so anxious that she cried. Her face was full of tears as she sobbed, "No, as long as I think about Miss being bullied for no reason, I want to fight that shrew with my life. If Miss didn't save me, I would've been defiled by that wicked person. I've never studied and can't read, but when my parents were alive, they always said that I should remember other people's good deeds. I remember Miss's good deeds the most! "
The widow wiped the little girl's tears and said softly, "Okay, okay, I didn't want to say it, but seeing you like this, I'll tell you so that you can rest assured. As for me, I purposely kept that slap. You also know that I have an unruly younger brother. He's very busy on this trip. Originally, I wasn't sure if this younger brother would first visit his second sister or come to Hu Ting County to visit me, his eldest sister. If he heard about this slap, wouldn't he have rushed over to my place? " His second sister cares about the world and doesn't care about this. I can't do that. I always like to fight. It's rare that I don't suffer in life. This is one of my few pleasures. "
The little girl nodded vigorously and said, "Yes! I know that Miss's younger brother is Beiliang, His Royal Highness. The servants in the mansion always like to whisper about His Highness, but every time they see me, they shut up. "
The widow rubbed the little girl's ears and said with a smile, "With you as my ear, who in the mansion dares to gossip? If I find out, won't they be skinned and have their tendons pulled out?"
The little girl finally smiled through her tears.
Her Miss seemed to be in a good mood every time she talked about His Highness.
The widow's brows really relaxed a bit. She said with a smile, "My younger brother has been good-looking since he was young. We don't plant many peonies at home, but every time the flowers bloom, I'll take him to admire the flowers. I pick them and put them on his head. He's prettier than a girl. Unfortunately, it's going to rain in a few days. I don't know if he can make it in time. "
The little girl wiped her face with her sleeve and said innocently, "The Bodhisattva will definitely protect Miss from the rain."
The widow whispered softly, "Little girl, how can you understand the pain of the heartless wind and rain breaking up a romantic romance?"
The little girl, who couldn't hear clearly, asked curiously, "What did Miss say?"
The widow teased, "You won't understand even if I tell you."
As if she was afraid that the little servant girl would do something stupid, the widow said softly, "When my little brother arrives at the Jiangnan Circuit, you will know how those noble scholars and rich children who usually have their eyes at the top of their heads are not worth anything."
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At the top of the mountain was the residence of the Taoist Master, where the nobles of purple and yellow gathered. At the foot of the mountain was a dilapidated old Taoist temple where a pair of master and disciple depended on each other.
The master, the old Taoist Master, wanted his disciple to improve. At first, the old Taoist Master's ultimate skill was the Dream of Spring and Autumn. This was a Taoist secret art that even the Four Great Taoist Masters couldn't practice. The disciple didn't want to learn or listen to it. Until one day, the old Taoist Master was enlightened. He took a letter from the Beiliang His Royal Highness and purposely said that it was from Hsu Fengnian. In the letter, he hoped that Huang Man'er could learn this Spring and Autumn Taoist Method that could make one sleep for five hundred years. As a result, he did it by accident. His foolish disciple pricked up his ears and really learned the Dream of Spring and Autumn with all his heart.
It wasn't difficult to memorize this method, but the difficult part was how to operate the Qi. The Great Yellow Kingdom sought thick, but the Dream of Spring and Autumn was the opposite. It sought thin, and when practiced to the peak of mystery, there would be almost no Qi in the body. The reason why the old Taoist Master valued his disciple Xu Longxiang and humbled himself to beg the King of Beiliang was because Xu Longxiang was born with great strength and was in the terrifying Vajra Realm. If he learned the Dream of Spring and Autumn, he would be like a tiger with wings. How could the old Taoist Master, Zhao Xituan, not hope that there would be a second Qi Xuanzhang on the mountain? As for whether Xu Longxiang came from the Taoist Master's residence, Zhao Xituan didn't care at all. In this life, there were many people from the Taoist Master's residence who called him a traitor.
In the past, it was Xu Longxiang who refused to learn. As his master, the old Daoist priest had a headache. But now, the old Daoist priest Zhao still had a headache. That kid had gone berserk. He was half asleep and half awake 24 hours a day. This Spring and Autumn Dream was simply tailor-made for Xu Longxiang. The old Taoist Master could have squatted with his disciple to watch the ants or the stream. Even if they couldn't talk, at least he had a companion to listen to his nagging. But now, the old Taoist Master had nothing to do and was too bored. He could only count on his fingers to calculate when His Royal Highness would come to Mount Longhu.
The old Taoist Master, who had an extremely high seniority and an extremely strange temper, was squatting by the Green Dragon Stream in a daze. He was fretting over why he couldn't see the beautiful girl on the raft.
The disciple who never spoke walked out of the Taoist temple for the first time and squatted by the side.
The old Taoist Master, who was incomparably gratified, laughed and said, "My disciple, you've finally come out to take a breather?"
As expected, there was no response.
The old Taoist Master said to himself, "I've been pursuing the Dao all my life, but I can't see it clearly. I feel like it's covered by clouds and mist. In the end, when I see you, I realize that this Dao is not Dao."
Xu Longxiang just stared blankly at the stream.
The old Taoist Master sighed and said, "One day before we go down the mountain, I'll take you to see an old senior. It'll be enough if you can withstand a hundred moves."
Huang Man'er plucked a leaf and handed it to his master.
The old Taoist Master took the leaf and smiled bitterly. "Your disciple, I don't know how to whistle. Huang Man'er, do you miss your brother? "
The dazed Xu Longxiang actually smiled and nodded.
The old Taoist Master felt a little sad. "Your brother will arrive when there are hawthorns on the mountain."
Although the old Taoist Master had heeded Beiliang's advice to dress up properly before going down the mountain, and had even specially borrowed a Zhong Kui peach wood sword from his disciples, he was still a mess on the mountain. The straw sandals he wore were made by himself, and his Taoist robes were tattered and covered in dust.
At this moment, Huang Man'er lowered his head and stretched out his withered arm to pat the dust off the old Taoist Master's body.
The old Taoist Master, who had no wife, no children, and no grandchildren for the sake of the word "Dao," was stunned on the spot.
In an instant, tears streamed down his face.
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