The Head of My Family is Number One In the World

  Chapter 35 A Bowl of Porridge in the Taoist Temple

   From Linjiabao in the south of Zhao State to Daoyi Mountain, there is a total of 1,200 miles of road.

   Therefore, the team that started from Linjiabao to apprentice had already set off half a month ago.

   The young ladies and young ladies in fine clothes and food were sitting in the carriage. Naturally, they could not hurry on the road in the starry night. When they encountered a street, they had to stop and rest.

   In the past two days, the team of carriages and horses has traveled to the mountain border of Zhuoyi Mountain, which is 800 miles away from Daoyi Mountain.

  Today the wild wind is blowing, the air is full of yellow sand, and it will probably rain at night.

  The pair of golden boys and girls on the horse and horse have long endured impatience:

   "I said earlier that I should send more entourages to follow us. Now there is a carriage, and I can't even find a place to sleep at night. I have to endure the hardships of wind and rain, sister, it's all your fault."

   It was Lin Baibai, the eldest son of Lin Yunhe, the leader of the Southern Wulin League.

  Sister Lin Qingqing rolled her eyes and said, "If you say another word, I'll swell your mouth. Do you believe it?"

   As the eldest brother's son, he was both angry and angry, and after all, he didn't dare to talk back to this younger sister.

His younger sister's talent in martial arts is much better than hers, so that when he went to Daoyishan to apprentice, there was this scumbag old man next to him who wanted to follow him, trying to dispel his sister's idea of ​​apprenticeship to Daoyishan along the way. .

   "Little Nizi, I still say that old saying, Chen Canxuan's old monster is dead, and Dao Yishan is now a misnomer. How can there be any demeanor of the world's largest master, but only two or three big cats and kittens."

   In the car, crowded with the two people was an old man with a goatee in a torn padded jacket. He used his hands to keep warm by the fire in the car, and at the same time repeated the words that made Lin Qingqing grow calluses:

"You worship me as your teacher, what I can teach you is no worse than those big cats and kittens on Daoyi Mountain, and I can teach you right at your Linjiabao, and now we can go back home, and we don't have to suffer here at all. The bitterness of wind, frost, rain and snow."

  Lin Baibai always felt that the old man in the ripped padded jacket was very obscene when he spoke, but whenever he caught a glimpse of the divine sword the old man had placed beside the desk, he would become solemn again.

   That sword is said to be one of the six swords in the Chu Yanke sword box, which was listed as the "Second in the World" fifty years ago.

   Chu Yanke's six swords, each of which is a famous sword in the world, if ordinary swordsmen can get one, it means that they can double their swordsmanship power.

  The old man in the padded jacket can hold a handful, which already shows his extraordinaryness.

   This old man is Wu Liusheng, the sword crown of "Southern Sword Crown and Northern Dugu", which is the most popular among the north and south martial arts of Zhao State.

   In all his martial arts, he is still better than Lin Baibai's father, the leader of the Nanwu Lin League.

   This old man came to Lin's house by chance last year, and then accidentally discovered his sister's kendo jade, and he was determined to teach him everything he had learned.

   But sister Lin Qingqing is reluctant to study.

   "I've told you many times, old man, I don't like practicing swords, why should I ask you to be my teacher."

  The girl in the car said:

"Have you ever seen someone who has practiced swords in the past 100 years become the best in the world? What I want to learn is "The Great Yellow Court" by Chen Canxuan, who is the best in the world. Even if he passed away, Dao Yishan will always have the best of it. There is martial arts."

The old man    sneered: "Who said that after practicing "Da Huang Ting", you can become a talent? Among the six sons of this generation, three were taught Da Huang Ting by Chen Canxuan, and I haven't seen them have much promise."

   After saying that, he looked at Lin Qingqing again and begged: "Little ancestor, you are the life of practicing swords, why do you want to learn that Taoist martial arts, we swordsmen handed out a sword, everything will be cut, chic and romantic."

   "Which path is the most suitable for me to take, I want you to take care of it?"

   Lin Qingqing ignored the old man, stuck his head out of the car curtain, and asked:

   "Uncle Lin, we're not really going to spend the night in the carriage tonight, are we?"

The groom who was driving the carriage turned his head when he heard the sound and smiled softly: "Don't worry, miss, no, I have walked this road a few times, if I remember correctly, there is a dilapidated Taoist temple twenty miles ahead, and we can stay there for the night. of."

"That's good."

  The carriages and horses moved on until midnight, when they finally found a dilapidated Taoist temple at the foot of the mountain beside the official road.

   A group of four entered the Taoist temple, only to find that a bonfire was already lit in the Taoist temple.

  Lin Qingqing went in and found that there were two bonfires lit in the dilapidated Taoist temple, and one bonfire was still cooking rice.

   There were three people around the campfire where the rice was cooked.

   "Hey, did you pass by here to rest too?" Lin Qingqing came in wearing a red cloak and asked.

   As she spoke, she noticed that one of the three men, an older man, turned out to be a one-armed, one-legged, severely disabled man leaning on the shrine.

Next to   , two other boys and girls who were only fourteen or fifteen years old were cooking porridge on the pot and taking care of the man.

  The porridge-cooking girl didn't turn her head back when she heard the sound, and said, "The guy next to him is on his way. We live here."

  Lin Qingqing immediately said: "What a disturbance, we also want to take shelter from the wind and rain."

  The porridge-cooking girl didn't turn her head back and said, "As you go."

   Lin Baibai approached his sister and whispered, "These people are a little weird, we'd better be careful."

   said, they found a sheltered place to rest a few feet away from the wind.

  I saw the old man in the padded jacket glanced at the disabled man and the pair of boys and girls, tsk tsk: "What a pair of outstanding martial arts, it is a pity that they are burdened by a disabled..."

  Lin Qingqing asked curiously: "Old man, do you mean that the children are very talented in martial arts?"

  The old man in the padded jacket turned his head and smiled: "No matter how tall you are, you are not as tall as you."

  Lin Qingqing didn't care about flattery, but he couldn't help looking at the three people curiously.

   Gradually, the fragrance of the porridge that the girl boiled spread out.

   made Lin Qingqing and several others growl, so they also began to take down the iron pot from the carriage and buried the pot to make rice.

   At this moment, Lin Qingqing heard the voice of the young man from the other side of the bonfire:

   "Excuse me...Little girl, can I buy some of your porridge with money? I've run out of food I brought with me."

   The young man was a little embarrassed, holding a piece of silver in his hand.

The    girl was stunned for a moment, hesitated again and again, and said, "Forget the money, you bring a bowl over, and I'll serve some for you."

  The youth said embarrassedly, "I don't have a bowl."

  The porridge-cooking girl said helplessly: "We only have three bowls, so you can only drink the remaining porridge in the urn after I have finished serving it to my master."

  The youth was overjoyed and said, "Thank you."

   After a while, the girl filled the three of herself with porridge in turn, and gave the porridge urn to the youth.

   And Lin Qingqing also started roasting meat here, that is, they brought out the best dried meat from the Lin Family Fort.

  The meaty aroma comes out gradually.

   But Lin Qingqing noticed that the three disabled teachers and apprentices didn't seem to smell the smell of meat, and only drank their white porridge little by little.

   Wait for the porridge to finish.

  The girl took another look at the young man who was drinking from the porridge urn and smiled:

   "You are so stupid that you don't bring enough dry food when you go out?"

  The young man put down the small urn in embarrassment and said casually: "I heard people say that before going out to Daoyishan, half a month's rations are enough. Only when I got here did I understand that he was talking about riding a horse..."

   "Dao Yishan?"

  Unexpectedly, when he heard these three words, the face of the girl who cooked porridge changed, and the expression of the boy beside him also changed. Both of them immediately stared at the young man:

   "Why did you go to Daoyishan?"

   The young man heard the words and said sternly: "To tell the truth, I am under Qi Zhengyi, and this time I went to Daoyi Mountain, just to go to the gate of the great sect."

   Immediately, the eyes of several directions in the small Taoist temple all looked at him.

   "Are you going to Daoyishan to worship a teacher?"

   "You're also going to Daoyi Mountain to worship a teacher?"

   Two similar but very different words come from several people in different directions.

The sentence above    is the pair of boys and girls in front of the disabled man.

   The following sentence comes from Lin Qingqing, who is five feet away.

   When two sentences appear at the same time.

   Immediately, the atmosphere in the small Taoist temple was extremely quiet and tense.

   "Worship a mountain?"

   Immediately, the porridge-cooking girl stepped forward and grabbed the porridge urn with red cheeks, and said angrily:

   "You, you spit out my porridge! Spit it out!"

   (end of this chapter)