MTL - Lord Seventh-~ Fanwai Er Later

Later ...

A colorful bird, who didn't know what kind of bird fell on Jing Qi's shoulder, looked at him in surprise for a while, only felt that there was no more lively place in the world than in South Xinjiang, all year round As if life is endless.

A young boy from South Xinjiang ran over, looked at Jing Qiyi with wide eyes and curiously. Then he went over and said two words in Wuxi's ear. Wuxi nodded and turned back to Jing Qi: "My teacher ... ... well, it was the old witch before, and now we call him the great sage, and we want to see you. "

Jing Qi's scrambled eyes suddenly straightened, turned his head sharply, and asked, "What did you say?"

Wuxi said: "I talked to you about him, and he has long wanted to see you."

Jing Qi suddenly felt that his lips were a little dry, and for a moment he asked, "What did you ... and what did he say?"

Wuxi laughed: "I told him, you are the one holding my crisp ring."

For a moment, Wuxi felt that the expression on Jing Qi's face was twisted subtly, and asked, knowingly, "What's wrong?"

Jing Qi shook his head quickly, then nodded, and then shook his head, then helplessly said, "I ... can I change my clothes first?"

He fled into the desert, Wuxi didn't know why. Looking at his back in the barnyard, he felt good. He raised his hand, and the snake in the sleeve spit out the letter and wrapped it around his arm. Holding him affectionately, the dense forest and mountain wind blew through, bringing out the indescribable moist and damp earthy atmosphere—

This is home.

I have never had such a strong feeling. At that moment, my heart stretched like a broken string was relaxed, and the whole man was lazy and indescribable joy. This feeling was too happy. He felt unreal. He couldn't help thinking, would this be another drunk dream?

So he stole his finger and stabbed his palm with his nails.

It hurt-he laughed.

Jing Qimo took a long time to come out, and replaced the casually worn half-old shirt with a moon-white robe. The extremely pale Lancha looked a little dark, but it just hurt him badly. Yu's complexion was white as jade, and the waist was covered with a wide palm satin. In daylight, you can see the complicated pattern with silver thread sleeves on it, and a white jade pendant on the side, it looks quite grand. So solemn, he covered the past with the frivolous feeling naturally flowing from the peach blossoms in his eyebrows, which was a bit expensive and compelling.

Wuxi looked at him up and down, and at the end felt that he couldn't think of any good words, so he simply commented, "It looks good."

Jing Qi smiled at him, but his smile was slightly stiff-if he was asked to meet the Southern Sage as the King of Nanning, it would be very calm and calm, maybe he would hold a jar with no money. The wine went. But ... now he felt that it was a delicate matter.

For more than 300 years in this life, this feeling is similar to seeing the mother-in-law, but this is the first experience. Various tastes are really not humane.

Who knows Wuxi again: "Teacher is easy-going, you do not need to be nervous."

Jing Qi froze for a moment: "Which eye do you see me nervous?"

Wu Xi laughed and said nothing, and he went to his own anger and spoiled. Fortunately, Jing Qi's mental control is first-rate, he calmed down for a moment, and slanted him, pretending to be full of his sleeves calmly, and said, "Aren't you leading the way?"

Wuxi's mouth widened even more, and he walked ahead without saying a word, causing a lot of suspicious gazes in the middle-the one who ... smiles, the eyes are curved, is the big witch?

The former ruler of the southern Xinjiang, now the retired great sage is holding his huge pipe, smoking it, very calm, but the old man glanced at the door for a while, with nails under his buttocks. Moving around, it is not uncommon to see. Later, a small waiter came to report that the big witch brought someone back.

The wise man's eyes brightened, and his waistline could not help straightening up. Then he paused, softened his body, and pretended to be very indifferent. He said slowly, "Well, ask them to come in." Follow him, Bi Wuxi has been with him for a long time. When I saw him like this, I couldn't help laughing, and respectfully said, Go out. The great sage's buttocks could not help but lean forward, listening to the movement outside.

For a moment, I heard only the little waiter saying, "The great sage, please come in."

His unfilial apprentice Wu Xi said, "Okay, thank you." Then he changed the tone, still bland, but inexplicably soft and indifferent to the other humanity in his tone. Here, there is a threshold at the door, watch out. "

Alas, this tone of voice can all come out of the water-the great sage narrowed his eyes, the heart said that this little cub was really tamed. Then quickly sat upright and put away the wretched expression on his face.

I don't know why, Jing Qiyi walked in, saw the old man with white hair and the pipe in his hand, and saw the eyes of the old man, suddenly he was not nervous. Not only was he not nervous, but he also had a faint Seeing a subtle feeling like the same, he laughed and performed a junior ceremony, and said in advance: "After learning about Jingbeiyuan, see The Great Sage."

The great sage then lowered his pipe and stood up, saying, "I don't know if the King of Nanning is coming.

He uttered Daqing's official language fluently, but Wu Xi felt strange, as if his teacher was not surprised at all. He has always felt that his teacher knows everything. Even if he has grown up and has taken over Nanjiang from him, he still feels that this respectable old man is the most intelligent person he has ever seen.

It can be seen that sometimes pretending to be convincing is also a kind of wisdom.

While the Great Sage asked them to sit, he glanced at Wuxi's expression as if seeing his thoughts in his heart, and laughed: "You said that day, the reason you went back was for the person holding your brittle ring. I thought, this is how to motivate the public, this person must not be a lady's little girl, and she must be right or expensive. It seems that although I am old, I am not completely confused, but I guessed right. "

He looked at Jing Qi and said, "It's just that Wang Ye and my stupid brother came to our poor and wicked place, and it was amazing, that my stupid brother is not worthless."

Jing Qi smiled: "The king of the king and the death of the king, Nanning king died in the battle of Beijing as early as the battle, but now only half of the bad life, full of chaos, the big witch is willing to keep it, and he is very fortunate to learn later."

Wuxi didn't quite understand what they were doing to you. I saw the expression of Dawu, and vaguely felt that this sentence didn't sound so pleasing, so he had to speak, and stared back at him with a look. Jing Qiyuguang glimpsed, but just smiled and lowered his head to drink tea—boy, your teacher was afraid you would suffer.

The great sage narrowed his eyes again, picked up the cigarette again, took it in his mouth, took a deep breath, and then spit it out, this is the saying: "While Wang Ye said so, it's just human ... ... the homeland is hard to leave. "

Jing Qi smiled, "How can you know how big the world is without leaving the land under your feet?"

"The world is big? My southern Xinjiang is not that big."

"A deity makes a mountain, not its altitude."

The great sage paused for a moment, looked carefully at Jing Qiyi, Jing Qi looked at him calmly, and for a moment, the two old foxes looked at each other and laughed.

Later, Wu Xi found that the two men were very desperate. He first arrived in the capital, and once felt that Jing Qi had something on his body, much like the big witch, only to find out at the moment that he felt nothing wrong at the time. of. At the beginning, we tried each other, and there were only a few words of confrontation. Then you used the Zen machine to say something out of bounds. It wasn't until the evening of dinner that Wuxi found an opportunity to leave.

Before leaving, the great sage said, "Wuxi, I am old. I have been in this place all my life and want to go out and have a look at the luggage. I am assured to leave it to you in southern Xinjiang."

Wuxi froze and looked back at his elderly teacher.

The great sage laughed, "You are grown up."

On the way back, Wuxi finally couldn't help but ask Jing Qi: "I always feel dull. Sometimes the teacher says that I don't understand, and I don't think you are very fateful."

Jing Qi paused, and suddenly gave him a strange look: "How are you ... so real?"

Wuxi raised an eyebrow, and only heard Jing Qi sighed, and said truthfully, "I didn't say anything to him, and I didn't even understand what was going out of my mouth."

Wuxi just froze, Jing Qi shook his head and smiled, "The same is true of your teacher. If he doesn't understand it himself, how can you understand? Coax you to play. This is a life that is so profound. Something, I do n’t understand what I said. He could pick up, and he did n’t understand what I said. The two of us spoke one-on-one, but the idle boring time passed away, pretending to be a ghost ... Sometimes it ’s fun You'll understand when you get older. "

Sometimes the beliefs and myths in the heart collapse so horribly that they slowly pile up and a child grows up.

The great sage said that he would leave Yunyou and left the book the next day, very clean.

Later, Nanjiang chose a new witch boy, a four-year-old boy named Luta, with big eyes. He was very good-looking, well-behaved, never crying, and his muscles were not as good as Wuxi. It is very clever and has the ability to never forget it.

Jing Qi simply recognized him as a son, but he really played around and didn't know who was Lao Tzu and his son.

Luta is clever, and smart children are generally curious. Slowly, he finds that the teacher is "stern" even though he is good to his father. For example, he will force his father to eat what he does not like to eat, not to let him sleep too much, and not to give him cool sweet soup.

Finally, one day, while the teacher was out and Dad threw the snake meat from his bowl into his bowl, Luta couldn't help asking: "They said you were a very big official in Daqing. Why are you afraid of the teacher? "

Jing Qi continued to pull with chopsticks, his face was as usual: "What am I afraid of him?"

Luta stretched out her fingers to count them one by one. The teacher didn't let you do this. The teacher didn't let you do that. He wondered why Dad was always so bullied and what was said. Although he still committed the next time, he acknowledged that his wrong attitude was always correct, so Luta asked him.

Jing Qi stretched out his hand and touched his head, and smiled, "Others are mine, so naturally let me be a little hesitant."

Then the most unscrupulous dad in the world put down his chopsticks and said earnestly: "Luta, dad tells you that if you want to be a good man, first of all you must have a lot of weight, and your daughter-in-law has a small temper. This is very normal. Who else can you talk to? You can't tolerate him, who else can you? "

Luta nodded indifferently.

Jing Qi said: "Your people, you must take good care of them. You ca n’t make him angry. If you really make him angry, let go of the section and coax. It ’s not difficult. Whoever's wife is distressed, you see. The teacher interrupts meals all day long. It's not easy. I should coax him more, and it should be. "

Luta nodded again, then shouted respectfully to the door: "Teacher."

Jing Qi's entire person became a human-shaped stone.

It took a while to look back, watching Wuxi leaning at the door without knowing how long the crowd squeezed out a smiley face: "You ... come back so soon ..."

咋 No sound when walking.

I don't know why, despite listening to the explanation, at this moment, Luta felt that Dad was a little bit irritated.

On the second day, Luta didn't see her dad in the morning, only to find that he had just got up at noon, his movements were slightly inconsistent and his face was tired.

Luta left a heart this time and didn't go to ask much. He heard the little waiter A Qing said that last night the big witch closed the door and no one asked him to disturb him. Sobbing.

Luta remembered the faint trace of bruising under his dad's collar, quietly took a nap, and did his homework honestly.

I thought, the teacher is such a terrible person.