《自娱自乐》碧水琼天

3、Chapter3

　　Although Han Yuan is slightly older than Cheng Qian, according to the order of entry, he has become his fourth junior brother. Cheng Qian, this' closed door disciple ', only served for a few days before becoming someone else's senior brother.

　　It can be seen that the back door of the Fuyao faction is not tightly closed.

　　As for the chicken named Flower Chicken... most of it naturally showed filial piety and entered the master's belly.

　　The chicken couldn't stop the incessant chatter of Mu Chun, who had such a great habit of preaching. While eating, he asked, "Where did the chicken come from?”

　　Han Yuan has a sharp tongue and a bit of a trick - he can chew chicken bones without using his hands, stuffing them whole into his mouth, puffing his cheeks a few times, making his bones crisp for a moment, and then spitting out a clean and intact bone.

　　 Just saw him give a "slap" and rudely spew out the bone from his mouth, saying to his master, "It was stolen from the village earlier.”

　　Confucius said, "Don't speak when eating, don't speak when sleeping.”

　　 Calling a flower chicken is naturally fragrant. Cheng Qian was hesitating whether to tear up a chicken leg with his master and eat it. Seeing this scene and listening to the ins and outs, Cheng Qian resolutely withdrew his hand and silently nibbled on the hard stone pancake on the side.

　　Can Han Yuan create any stylish chicken with this style?

　　From this perspective, although Cheng Qian is still young, his Taoist heart and principles are already much more firm than his master, the Hammer.

　　Mu Chun Zhenren obviously didn't lose his appetite because of this. He just opened his mouth halfway through the process of chewing and shook his head, saying, “No matter if I take it for myself, I'm a thief. How can I, a cultivator, steal chickens and dogs? Sigh, what kind of etiquette is there? Let's not repeat it！”

　　Han Yuan responded with a muffled voice, the little beggar didn't understand anything and didn't dare to refute.

　　“Stealing chickens and dogs is not allowed, but cheating and swindling must be possible, ”Cheng Qian thought sharply beside him. Then he remembered the unknown tolerance he had just given to his master in the heavy rain, and sighed to himself with a somewhat weathered expression,“ Forget it.”

　　These four junior brothers, Han Yuan, have a small nose and eyes, a slightly protruding chin, and a pair of small eyes that constantly sparkle with a lazy and slippery light, making them look very unlikable.

　　Cheng Qian was not very happy when he saw Han Yuan. He looked shabby, but Han Yuan still held the title of "junior brother". Any words related to "brother" or "junior brother" were difficult for Cheng Qian to have a good impression of. But he just silently dislikes it himself, and on the surface, he still appears friendly and gentle, pretending not to be smooth.

　　In the Cheng family, the newly cut clothes belong to the elder brother, and the milk paste with sugar belongs to the younger brother. Good things never fall on Cheng Qian's shoulders, but he is often assigned to work. Cheng Qian is not generous by nature and naturally harbors resentment, but he also listens to the old saying of “father is kind and son is filial, brother and sister are respectful”often used by young people, so he often feels that his resentment is unreasonable.

　　This little boy didn't have time to cultivate his cultivation skills, and Cheng Qian couldn't really be without complaints, so he had to pretend to be without complaints - now that he has entered the sect, he still follows this style.

　　Since the master went back on his word and the door to the gatekeeper opened again, Cheng Qian seemed to have no choice but to pretend to be a senior brother.

　　There were errands along the way, and as a senior brother, he had some food and drink to eat and drink. It was never easy for him to pass on from master to junior brother. Therefore, Cheng Qian had to constantly check himself to prevent losing his dignity of being gentle, respectful, frugal, and humble.

　　Cheng Qian often demands of himself in this way - his father has been poor and destitute all his life, rough and irritable, and has not treated him well. Cheng Qian listened to the words of the old boy and dared not openly hate his father, so he had to secretly pity him. When the young boy dreams back at midnight, he often thinks that he would rather die than become someone like his father.

　　Therefore, this gentle and dignified demeanor was the result of his hard work in confusion and between, and he could not afford to lose it no matter what.

　　But Cheng Qian soon realized that although he did well, this junior brother was not worthy of much care - not only did he have an unpleasant appearance, but his temperament was also very annoying.

　　Firstly, Han Yuan talks a lot of nonsense. Before picking up this little calling flower, his master was responsible for making noise throughout the whole process. After picking up this little calling flower, even the real Mu Chun person appeared much quieter.

　　Little beggar seems to have been inspired by her master's remarks about “stealing chickens and dogs”, and casually concocted a story about how she defeated a big yellow rat and wolf that grew over ten feet long and stole a fat chicken.

　　He weaves his hands and feet, with a nose and eyes, ups and downs, all highlighting his personal wisdom and martial arts.

　　Cheng Qian tried to reasonably question and asked, “How could there be a weasel that grows up to a foot long?”

　　Han Yuan was provoked and immediately straightened his head to defend himself, saying, “Of course I have become a sperm. Master, can a weasel become a sperm?”

　　After listening to the story of the yellow rat wolf spirit, the master seemed to be touched by some words. His face seemed a bit strange, as if he had a toothache, and also a bit like having a stomachache. After a long time, he replied absentmindedly, “All things have spirits, and they can probably become spirits.”

　　 Han Yuan seemed to have received recognition from Mo Dadi, and with an indescribable expression, he lifted his chin slightly. Yin Yang said in a strange tone, “Senior Brother, this is why you see so few monsters. People can become immortals, and animals can naturally become fairies.”

　　Cheng Qian didn't answer and sneered inwardly.

　　If a weasel is really about one zhang long, its four legs are probably not enough, and its long body must have rubbed its belly against the ground to move.

　　Could it be that a demon cultivator worked hard for half a day just to grind out a sturdy and hairless iron belly?

　　Cheng Qian couldn't understand what Yaoxiu Tu was about, but he understood what Han Yuantu was about.

　　This little flower is like a leech growing in a stinky ditch. Once it smells bloody, it will desperately absorb and snatch it, with a fierce aura in its bones - Han Yuan is competing with him for the favor of his master.

　　Xiao Jiaohua seized every opportunity to showcase his bravery and extraordinary abilities to his master, while also smearing his “weak and easy to bully” senior brother. Cheng Qian saw him jumping up and down, which was not ridiculous, so he followed the example of the old boy and gave his fourth senior brother a half sour and non spicy conclusion in his heart: “A gentleman is poor, and a petty man is poor.” ——Little beast, what is it ?”

　　After hearing about Han Yuan's heroic battle against the Yellow Mouse Wolf Spirit, Cheng Qian witnessed firsthand how his little animal junior brother was exceptionally brave the next day.

　　That afternoon, Master leaned against the tree to sleep, while Cheng Qian flipped through an old classic book in Master's backpack. The words used in the old book were difficult to pronounce, and Cheng Qian was inexperienced and unfamiliar with most of the scriptures. However, he enjoyed it and did not find it boring —— no matter what was written in Master's scriptures, it was the first time in his life that he had openly touched a book.

　　The two little disciples picked up by Mu Chun Zhenren, one as still as a wooden stake, the other as moving as a horse monkey. The wooden stake was motionless, and the horse monkey Han Yuan couldn't stop for a moment.

　　At this moment, Han Mahou didn't know where he had gone. Cheng Qian was overjoyed and his ears were pure. However, he didn't know that he had been pure for long before Han Yuan ran back crying and sobbing again.

　　“Master……”Han Yuan hummed and acted coquettishly.

　　The master's answer was a delicate and gentle snoring.

　　Han Yuan continued to howl in despair, while glancing at Cheng Qian beside him.

　　Cheng Qian suspected that his master had actually woken up and was just pretending to be asleep, intending to see how their senior brothers got along. Now that his junior brother was crying like a bear, he turned a blind eye to the inconvenience of being a senior brother, so he had to put down his old scriptures and asked with a friendly expression, “What ?”

　　Han Yuan: “There's a river ahead. I was planning to catch fish for my master and senior brothers, but there's a big dog by the river chasing me.”

　　Cheng Qian let out a deep sigh. Of course, he was also afraid of evil dogs, but Han Yuan's eyes rolled wildly. At this point, his junior brother was filial to his master and senior brother for catching fish, but he was bullied by animals. If he wanted to find his senior brother to come forward, how could he have any reason to back down?

　　He had no choice but to pick up a large stone from the ground, weigh it in his hand, stand up and follow Han Yuan to the river, and continue to say with a friendly expression, “Okay, then I'll go take a look with you.”

　　Cheng Qian was prepared, in case he really encountered a vicious dog, he would smash the stone in his hand onto the back of his junior brother's head, making sure to smash the little animal into a big vegetable melon with exposed skin and flesh, and then hand it over to Brother Dog for disposal.

　　Unfortunately, when the two of them arrived at the river, the dog had already left, leaving only a few rows of small footprints on the ground.

　　Cheng Qian lowered his head and studied the two sets of footprints, estimating that the size of the “vicious dog” was less than one foot, possibly a naive little wild dog.

　　 Han Yuan, this little beast, can't do anything, can't eat enough, castrated and seductive, without skin or face, with a gallbladder as thin as a needle's nose. Only when the cow blows loudly can it know how to compete for favor.

　　Thinking this way, Cheng Qian carried his hands holding bricks behind his back and looked gently at his useless junior brother. He didn't want to hit him anymore ——Cheng Qian was too lazy to share his knowledge with him.

　　The two of them rushed back with the caught fish, and the master had already “woken up”, looking at them kindly and contentedly.

　　As soon as Cheng Qian met his master's gaze, he felt a heavy and indescribable nausea in his stomach.

　　Before he could say anything, Han Yuan had already approached his master with flattery and added fuel to his story, describing how his senior brother wanted to eat fish, how he defeated a fierce dog as big as a cow, and went through countless hardships to catch fish in the river ditch.

　　Cheng Qian: “……”

　　He almost made this talented junior brother laugh out loud.

　　So, Cheng Qian followed an old swindler and a small cowhide dealer for more than ten days.

　　The three finally arrived at the sect.

　　For the first time in his life, Cheng Qian left home for a long journey. With the company of his eccentric master and junior brother, he saw many strange situations in the world and became somewhat calm and composed.

　　He didn't have much hope for places like the “Fuyao Sect”, which he thought were just a grass platform team. He thought to himself that it might just be a wild chicken Taoist temple in the wilderness, where he would have to burn incense and kowtow to the “Ancestral Master”who was not lewd but always had a smile when he entered.

　　But the sect greatly surprised Cheng Qian.

　　He saw the Fuyao Sect occupying a small hill alone, surrounded by water on three sides. Looking up at the foot of the mountain, the green waves were as angry as anger, and there were traces of wind passing by.

　　Amidst the chirping of insects and birds, there are occasional crane roars, and occasionally a fleeting glimpse of a white shadow can be seen, instantly exuding a ethereal aura like a fleeting light.

　　There are gentle stone steps in the mountains, indicating that they are often cleaned by people. A small stream flows down from the top of the mountain, making a gentle sound.

　　Ascending halfway up the mountain, Cheng Qian saw a courtyard residence at the top of the mountain, with a quaint and mossy stone gate standing in front of it, with the words “Fuyao” written on it dancing like dragons and phoenixes.

　　At least the characters were written so well that Cheng Qian couldn't see them. He only felt that those two characters were about to fly from the door, with a kind of arrogant arrogance like soaring into the depths of heaven and earth.

　　This place is not an otherworldly fairy mountain surrounded by clouds and smoke, but there is an indescribable spiritual beauty in the mountains. As soon as Cheng Qian stepped into the mountain, he felt it, and in his breath, he felt much lighter.

　　He caught a glimpse of the palm sized sky through the dense shade of green trees, and a unique sense of heaven and earth that was unique when sitting in a well to observe the sky shot straight to his eyebrows. He was so relaxed that he wished he could laugh and scream around the mountain.

　　He held back during the process —— he didn't dare to make too much noise at home, afraid that his father would beat him up. He naturally wouldn't do it here, afraid of losing the gentlemanly physique he had eavesdropped on in front of Han Yuan, this despicable person.

　　The master patted the dog heads of his two newly picked up disciples and said kindly, “I will follow you to burn incense, bathe, and change clothes later. I will take you to visit your……”

　　 Cheng Qian thought nonchalantly, “Is it the ancestor who always smiles?”

　　Master said, “Senior Brother.”