Drunken Immortal Gourd

　　The little Taoist Qingyang left the city, first walked along the avenue for a while, met a fork, and walked from the small road towards a group of rolling hills. After walking for more than half an hour, bypassing a valley, climbing halfway up the mountain from the back, and seeing a dilapidated small Taoist temple from a distance.

　　 That Taoist temple is extremely dilapidated, and I don’t know how many years have passed, with rotten beams, rotten tiles, broken bricks, and traces of repairs everywhere, as if it could collapse at any time. The Taoist Temple is really small, with a radius of only two or three feet, and there is no courtyard. The entrance is the main hall. Only in the corners on both sides of the main hall is there a little space for them to rest.

　　 The hall is empty, you can see the side at a glance, and Master Songhe, the old Taoist priest, also doesn’t know where he has gone. Qing Yang was in doubt, and suddenly an old voice said: “Little Miscellaneous Mao, why did you come back at this time, do you want to starve me to death?”

　　 Qingyang followed the sound to the back of the Taoist Temple, and saw a sloppy old Taoist lying on the rock under a tree with a crooked neck. The old Dao had white beard and hair, and he wore a shabby Dao robe. His figure was thin, his face was ruddy, one hand was whisked, and the other hand was resting on the back of his head. If he did not consider the sloppy clothes, he would be considered a childlike face.

This old Taoist priest is no one else, it is the real person Songhe, the master of the Qingyang Taoist priest. There is a huge wine gourd next to the old Taoist. After sniffing his nose, there is a faint smell of wine around him, and I don’t know that the master drank it. How much, it was already drunk and hazy before noon.

Seeing how the old Taoist priest looked at ease, Qing Yang immediately felt aggrieved and said: “Say I am a small miscellaneous hair, then what are you, Master? I worked so hard to go outside to make money. You lie at home and enjoy yourself. Drink, I have to cook for you when I come back? Is there any reason?”

The old Taoist Songhe squinted his eyes slightly and smiled: “I am your master, and my apprentice is justified in serving him. I have worked so hard to pull you up. Isn’t it just for today? Isn’t it just for today? Nothing?”

The little Taoist Qingyang snorted coldly, and said, “I’m afraid this is the reason you lied to me to go up the mountain? Old liar! If it weren’t for you, I might be sitting in the Gongyuan of Xiping Mansion for an exam now, if luck. Even better, in high school in one fell swoop, the future of promotion and wealth in the second half of my life is boundless, and it is better than being company with clay sculptures and wood carvings on this mountain.”

Hearing Qing Yang’s words, the old Taoist Songhe suddenly raised his eyebrows and said angrily: “You ungrateful little miscellaneous hair, if it weren’t for the master, I had turned you up the mountain, you would have been your acrimoniousness. My sister-in-law starved to death.”

　　 Qingyang called Songhe an old liar and didn’t wrong him at all. This old Taoist Songhe was kidnapped when he was young, eating and drinking, gambling, stealing chickens and dogs, what kind of bad things haven’t he done? Otherwise, Qing Yang wouldn’t be able to learn that skillful skill.

　　 Of course, Songhe did not rely on these skills to bully ordinary people, these are just his self-protection methods. The rivers and lakes are sinister and difficult to survive. Without any means of self-defense, how could the old Taoist Songhe live peacefully until now?

　　 But the words of the little Taoist Qing Yang are not wrong, he was indeed abducted from the foot of the mountain ten years ago by Songhe. Qing Yang originally lived in a small town below Xiping Mansion, and his family background was not bad. After his parents passed away, he lived with his brother-in-law. It’s a pity that my brother-in-law was not virtuous. She suffered all the time when she was only five or six years old.

　　According to normal circumstances, Qing Yang still didn’t know if he could live to be an adult. Later, Songhe happened to be met by Songhe who traveled there. Seeing that he was pitiful, he used a bunch of candied gourds to turn Qingyang to the mountain.

Although Songhe abducted Qingyang and went up the mountain, he was considered to have saved his life. Qing Yang couldn’t refute, so he said angrily: “That’s why you lied to me first. At the beginning, you said you were a descendant of gods, and many became immortals. I followed you up the mountain after you became the envy of everyone. What have you taught me over the years? It’s all tricks and tricks. What is it that is not an old liar?”

　　 was exposed by the apprentice, Songhe’s old face blushed, and said: “Isn’t it a skill to cheat and deceive? You can still support your family after you learn it.”

　　 “You lied to me anyway.” The little Taoist Qingyang was still unconvinced.

　　 “This can’t be all to blame on me. My master fooled me like this at the beginning. Now that our Taoist temples have been passed on, there are only these methods of deception and abduction. I don’t tell you what?”

The old Taoist Songhe first told his grievances, and then said: “Master Dao, I have passed all the skills of my whole body to you, and now only Po Dao Temple and the wine gourd next to me are left. Take everything you think? The wine gourd is the treasure of our Taoist temple. It is said that it is still a great treasure. I will pass it to you today. Maybe you can study it one day in the future.”

Since childhood, Qingyang has studied the wine gourd many times, and has never found anything peculiar about him. UU read the book www.uukanshu.com when he heard the master say so, he curled his lips and said, “Take that again. Who will believe me? You should continue to hold the bar to pretend to be a bar.”

Seeing that Qingyang wasn’t fooled, Songhe picked up the wine gourd, poured himself a sip of wine, and said with a smile: “Don’t forget it, I will keep drinking. Little miscellaneous hair, don’t you hurry up to cook? I’m almost starving to death, and I wasted a long time here with you again.”

　　 Just now, the two of them were just habitually quarreling, and they wouldn’t get irritated just because they called a little miscellaneous hairy or an old liar. The two have been dependent on each other for nearly ten years, and their relationship is extremely deep.

Not only was Master Songhe hungry, but even Qingyang was hungry. The little dry food that he brought into the city was eaten last night. After another morning’s journey, the hungry front heart stuck to his back. Qing Yang had to curl his lips at Songhe, then turned to enter the Taoist temple to prepare lunch.

　　 Qingyang and Songhe’s lunch is very simple, just boiled a little brown rice with a small dish of pickles. Qingyang finished the meal, and then said to the back: “Old liar, we have dinner.”

　　 “Master, my legs are numb. Bring me the meal.” Songhe said.

Master ordered, Qing Yang could only do so. He served a bowl of rice and came to the back of the Taoist temple. As he walked, he whispered: “It really makes people call. Let me bring the rice to the front now. If it doesn’t happen in the future It’s going to move, I don’t know how to serve it yet.”

　　 Songhe seemed to have a good ear, and then said, “Who made you an apprentice? I am the master. Let’s stay on it. Whenever you become a master, you can call him hard.”

　　 “Hmph, by then I will have a few more apprentices, at least four or five, one for kicking the legs, one for fan fans, one for pouring tea, one for serving food, I am envious of you.” Qing Yang said.