C14 Baishuai taixuan meridian

"Senior?" Hu Zhao was surprised that he managed to find another instance dungeon.

"Then where is senior brother Lin now?"

The green ox Daoist looked forward to it and said, "He has gone to travel the world."

"Oh, is that so?" Hu Zhao revealed a faint smile, "It seems that all the villagers in the village don't know that your master has a disciple?"

The green ox disciple looked at Hu Zhao as if he was looking at an idiot, "My senior brother is an immortal. Every time he comes back, no one will see him!"

"A godly figure …" Hu Zhao's smile didn't change.

The little Daoist boy could tell that he was already suspecting his own words, so he quickly threw out his killing weapon! The last time I saw you, you played a poem called "The Heroic Heroes" in front of my master's grave. I will read it to you — 'Zhao, you have a beard, Wu Gou, Shuang, Ming'. The silver saddle shines on the white horse like a shooting star. Killing a person in ten steps, unstoppable for a thousand miles. After this incident, he would go to the depths of his concealment to conceal his name. Leisurely drinking Xin Ling, his sword drawn and his knees crossed. He will devour Zhu Hai and exhort him to win. Three cups of tea and five mountains were lighter. After being blinded and enraptured, he was full of vigor and vitality. To save Zhao's hammer, Handan was the first to be shocked. Two thousand years of strong men, Li He Daliang City. Even if he had to die for his chivalrous bones, he would not feel ashamed of the heroic spirit in this world. Who can read your esteemed self, the White-headed Supreme Profound Scripture?! "

Hu Zhao was truly shocked this time!

This boldness, this boldness, this boldness!

Regardless of whether or not there was a senior brother, this "Heroic Voyage" was enough to prove everything. Hu Zhao gazed at the Daoist boy with a strange expression in his eyes. It was unknown whether he was looking at him or at the shadow of that "Senior Brother" on his body. After weighing the pros and cons for a long time, Hu Zhao finally opened his mouth and said, "Senior brother Lin is indeed an otherworldly expert. I, Hu Zhao, can't make it in time."

The temple boy also looked like he was recalling the past. He raised his head and said with a slightly excited tone, "I am also proud that I have such a senior brother."

Hu Zhao changed his tone, "Do you know who your senior brother is, Master Ming?"

"This …" The green ox Daoist hesitated, "I didn't ask, and he didn't take the initiative to say it."

"So that's how it is." Hu Zhao nodded dubiously. Although he had heard from a senior brother from a green ox disciple, Hu Zhao was still suspicious of a six year old disciple. No matter how talented that so-called Senior Brother was, he couldn't possibly make a six year old child mature to the level of an adult, right?

Hu Zhao wanted to ask more, but he heard a light knock on the wooden door. Little Hu's voice came from outside, "Daddy, have you guys finished your conversation?" Mother told me to bring the porridge. "

"Look, I've been chatting with the master for so long." Hu Zhao smiled "apologetically" and greeted, "Has the great master eaten?" Would you like to have some porridge with me? "

The Daoist boy was eager to get out of this predicament, so he stood up and apologized, "It was my mistake. I knew that Mr. Kong Ming was in bed with me for so long. Mr. Kong Ming can stay for as long as he wants. "I'll take my leave first."

Hu Zhao seemed about to 'struggle up' and say goodbye, but then again put on a weak and sickly appearance and thanked him with great difficulty, "Thank you, master, for taking me in."

"You're too polite." The Daoist boy saluted and pretended to step forward to give Hu Zhao a hand. Then, seeing that nothing was wrong with him, he slowly turned around and walked out of the room, brushing past Little Hu who had just pushed open the door.

When Little Hu saw the Daoist boy's troubled expression, he wanted to ask something, but he saw him walking out quickly. Since he had a bowl of congee in his hand, it would be inconvenient for him to give chase. He walked into the room first and carefully asked Hu Zhao, "Daddy, what's wrong with him?"

Hu Zhao changed from his previous look of weariness and took the bowl and chopsticks gently. "I can't bear to lie to him like this," he lamented.

"Can't you bear it now?" Little Hu stared at his father, "I couldn't bear to see him last night."

"Yo?" It was a rare occasion for Hu Zhao to see his daughter take down his family's position. He asked curiously, "Were you criticizing your father just now?"

"Daughter doesn't dare." Little Hu immediately bowed with a panicked expression.

Hu Zhao laughed heartily, "I'm the one who said it, and this is what happened to me first. You're actually comforted me when you refute me just now. I hope you can be as direct as you are now, and not let down my Hu family."

"Yes." "I will remember Father's teachings." Little Hu thought for a while before asking doubtfully, "Then, if father asks me to do this kind of cheating again, will I still do it?"

"Eh …" Alright, now my daughter has used her own spear to attack my shield. Hu Zhao laughed bitterly, sitting upright and said, "Then Qing Dun, tell me, why did I do this last night?"

Little Hu knew that her father was already considering her. She tilted her head and thought for a moment before saying hesitantly, "Father told me last night that he wanted us to live in a good house."

"But this is against my usual education?" Hu Zhao went straight to the point.

"This is …" Little Hu once again fell into deep thought. Suddenly, like a thunderbolt, Little Hu realized and said, "How can I do as I please? I hope that I can live up to my expectations!"

How could he do as he wished, but seek a clear conscience?

Hu Zhao glared at her. How did he know that his daughter would know of something so full of philosophy? He immediately asked, "Was that what you were thinking just now?"

"That's not it." Little Hu said bluntly, "This sentence was carved on the pillar of the pavilion in the middle of the courtyard. I saw it when I went out in the morning." So I made a note of it. "

The pavilion in the courtyard...

Hu Zhao felt that this small mountain temple was becoming more and more inconceivable. A well-learned six-year-old temple, plank verses filled with philosophical and literary talent, the late greens master, the legendary "senior brother". He drank the rice porridge in one breath, took the handkerchief and wiped his mouth, then waved his hand and said: "You go out first. Since I'm pretending to be 'seriously ill', I'll go through with it. Let your mother and your sister not bother me anymore."

"Okay." Little Hu packed up his bowl and chopsticks and was about to head out when he heard Hu Zhao call out to him, "Go take a look around and see if there's anything special about this small temple."

These words struck right into Little Hu's heart. He only saw her covering the smile on her face as she lightly replied, "Yes."

...

In the first year of Jian'an, in the mountain temple, under the pavilion in the backyard.

The little Daoist boy was wearing a thick coat and curled up in a corner of the pavilion while holding a large gourd for warmth in a troubled manner. The gourd was left behind by his master, Master Qing Cai. Inside the gourd was boiled water. The little Daoist boy dressed in winter clothes left behind by his master was hugging the gourd that his master left behind to keep warm. As he gazed at the snowy scenery of this courtyard, he felt extremely tired.

Little Hu's sharp eyes caught sight of him on the porch and he shouted excitedly, "Master!" What are you doing? "

The Daoist boy did not respond, pretending that he was a rock.

Little Hu pursed his lips, clearly unhappy that he didn't get a response. She ran to her room, which faced west, and said something to Mrs. Hu, who was packing her things. When she came out of the room, she was bundled up like a round rice ball. She reached out her hand and felt the temperature of the snow outside the corridor. A few snowflakes floated onto her palm. The icy cold caused her to shiver.

Fortunately, it was much smaller than what she had expected. Seeing that the snow wasn't too heavy, she excitedly pushed aside the temporary bamboo fences along the corridor in the direction of the snow pavilion and carefully walked forward. As she walked, she called out, "Master, what are you doing there?"

The Daoist boy did not reply to her. She was not discouraged, so she asked while walking on the snow. It was as if she did not need a reply from the Daoist child Qing Niu, and was only playing a game of answering her own question.

The courtyard was very small, and it only took Little Hu seven or eight steps to reach the pavilion. She lifted her small head and read again the words "How can it be done, but please do not regret it" on the pavilion pillar, but there was a placard of wood between the two pillars, with the words faintly written on it, but little Hu Dan was too short to see clearly. Thus, she changed the question on her mouth. She tugged at the corner of the green ox Daoist child's clothes that was trying her best to disguise as a piece of stone and asked with doubt, "Master, what's written on it?"

Even though Little Hu was small, his strength was not small. With this pull, the little Daoist boy from the Cyan Cattle was almost pulled down to the ground. However, in the end, he could not become a stone and returned to being a talker. He lightly rolled his eyes at Little Hu Dan, who was still very new to everything, and said, "Xiang Qin Ting."

"Xiang Jiang Ting?" Little Hu was puzzled. "Why did you give me such a strange name? Is there a story behind it?"

Xiang Jianzhi! The Daoist boy rolled his eyes again at Little Hu. "Even if I told you, you wouldn't understand."

Little Hu Dan seemed to have received a hundred thousand points of damage, and said with his hands on his hips: "Then what do you think! How would I understand if you didn't say anything? "

The Daoist boy seemed to have been aroused by her words, but the moment those words left his mouth, he sickly withdrew them and spat out two words, "I'm not in the mood."

Little Hu also noticed that the Daoist boy was in a bad mood, so it was not good for him to speak sour words. After a while, he tried to disguise himself as Stone again, and asked kindly, "Is it because of my father?"

The Daoist boy did not utter a sound. He was tugged by the little Hu Dan on the corner of his shirt before he responded impatiently with two "humph" sounds.

Little Hu thought that the Daoist boy was really angry about his father, so he said something nice to comfort the Daoist boy, "Although my father pretended to be sick and lied to you, it was because he wanted us to have a place to live. Don't be angry. Look at how delicious my mother's cooking is. Ah! I... I can chat with you. " As he spoke, his voice became softer and softer, "Last night, I …" I didn't mean to make you angry, I just wanted to provoke you. That's not what I meant. "

At first, the little Daoist boy was still soul-searching, but he was slowly pulled back by Little Hu's words. Now that he heard it — peat! This Hu Kongming was indeed pretending to be sick! However, hearing what Little Hu said after that, he felt that the last bit of anger in his heart had disappeared … He opened his mouth and said, "I'm not angry with you."

Little Hu was talking to himself but was interrupted by the Daoist boy. Suddenly, he asked in a broken tone, "What?"

The Azure Ox Daoist Child was speechless … Are you daydreaming or am I daydreaming …