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Chapter 406 The Little Girl Riding a Bear (22)

Wang Anfeng hadn't butchered a pig for a long time, but this time he realized that his skills hadn't dropped at all, and he was sure, ruthless, and neat.

Seeing this, Wang Hongyi lamented, saying that it was fortunate that Wang Anfeng had gone outside to wander around, otherwise, how could he live as a butcher Wang in this Great Liang Village?

Hearing this sentence, Wang Anfeng just smiled, and his men moved swiftly to bleed the pig.

He stayed at Wang Hongyi's house until the afternoon that day, and after eating a dinner that tasted like Daliang Village, he got up and left. Before leaving, Wang Hongyi stuffed a large strip of pork belly in his hand, and Wang Anfeng just I thanked him and didn't refuse.

This time, he will stay in Great Liang Village for almost a month, and will not leave until the New Year's Eve is completely over.

Although eating and drinking can be settled in Shaolin Temple, the food taste of the second master is much better than him.

But he is so big, it is impossible for him not to open the stove for a month. If he does, he will always attract the attention of the villagers, which will be a big trouble.

There are more houses in the village, and there are more unknown faces, and some changes have taken place.

Or happy or sad.

The home is still the same.

Wang Anfeng pushed the door open and went in. The house he had lived in for more than ten years had not changed at all from the last time he left.

Wang Anfeng casually hung the pork on the iron hook in the kitchen, went into the back room, and then threw himself on the bed, making a muffled bang.

The boy stretched his limbs and narrowed his eyes comfortably.

Speaking of the poor family back then, the bed was actually just a hard board, which made me panic, but compared to the soft and comfortable living quarters outside, Wang Anfeng still felt that this hard board bed was more comfortable, which was so hard that it made my back hurt.

The boy stretched his body.

"I'm a little sleepy..."

"Just take a nap."

After murmuring twice, Wang Anfeng closed his eyes. The room gave him a very peaceful feeling, and he fell into a deep sleep unconsciously.

In the Shaolin Temple, Mr. Ying looked at the sleeping Wang Anfeng, and looked away, but he did not wake him up.

A good night's sleep.

Wang Anfeng woke up the next day to the sound of a high-pitched rooster crowing.

Blinking his eyes, his eyes were a little dazed. After about three breaths, his eyes became clear again. Wang Anfeng's body suddenly became a little stiff, and cold sweat oozes from his forehead.

He remembered... Yesterday he didn't seem to go to Shaolin Temple to practice, but now he heard the crowing of a rooster. Normally, a rooster might crow twice at night, but it definitely wouldn't crow so vigorously, one after another.

Immediately after judging that no matter how boring the third master is, it is impossible to imitate the crowing of a rooster in his own ear, Wang Anfeng came to a conclusion.

I seem to have released the pigeons of that ancient Taoist and Mr. Ying...

Thinking of Mr. Wang Anfeng's scalp was a little numb when he thought about the cold knife-like eyes of Mr.

But after thinking about it, I realized that now I can only go back to Shaolin Temple and plead guilty to the two elders, there is no other choice.

Just like the fat pig in the pigsty yesterday.

Feeling really uneasy, Wang Anfeng looked at the Buddhist beads on his wrist, gritted his teeth, and said:

"I want to go back to Shaolin..."

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Zhang Weiran's mood is delicate to be honest, but it can't be said to be happy anyway.

He was very happy when his daughter came back, even if his daughter brought back a big black bear, even if there was a tall, gray-haired old Taoist priest behind the black bear, he was very happy.

But the problem is that, apart from the black bear and the old Taoist, there is also a little Taoist boy carved with jade in the background.

Male, 12 years old.

One and a half years older than my own daughter.

Zhang Weiran sat at the top, with a peaceful expression, holding a teacup in one hand, drinking tea slowly, with a pair of eyes glancing down, looking at the little Taoist who was sitting upright.

Said to be a Taoist boy, but in fact he was only wearing a Taoist robe.

A body full of fat and powder.

Zhang Weiran took a sip of hot tea, organized his thoughts, and said slowly:

"My little Daoist, isn't it the first time we've met?"

The little Taoist below scratched his head shyly, jumped off the stool, and saluted Zhang Weiran knowingly, saying:
"Lady Zhang is right. Xiaodao should have met the layman three years ago."

Zhang Weiran's palm trembled, and the tea soup in the quilt almost swayed out of the cup.

He looked at the cute and cute Dao Tong below, and almost cried out in his heart.

Sure enough, it really was this little brat!
Three years ago, he would never forget that tail tooth sacrifice in his life.

Originally, his daughter loved to ignore him, but she was still close no matter what, but that time at the Wei Ya Festival, Zhang Tingyun went to the festival with three men, and this Xiaodao boy was among them.

At that time, the mothers of the family followed and knew that the closest daughter was called Wang Anfeng, and the youngest was called Qin Xiao.

Take precautions, but I didn't expect to prevent the wrong person.

There was a pang of anger rising in Zhang Weiran's stomach, at least he was a person who had been an official for several years, and he didn't explode on the spot. Zhang Weiran took two deep breaths, moved his eyes away from the well-behaved Taoist boy below, and fell into the courtyard .

Standing in the courtyard was a tall, tall old Taoist priest with silver hair and a ruddy face, smiling as he watched the little girl in the courtyard bullying the black bear.

He has no impression of this old Taoist priest, and he has never seen it when he sent his child into the mountain. , the body was not small at that time.

Now that he has been in the Taoist ancestral court for three years, he has been raised like a mountain spirit and wild monster, which is terrifying.

It is said in the rivers and lakes that ordinary ninth-rank warriors can fight lions and tigers, and run like a horse, but when he saw the black bear lying in the yard and dozed without falling asleep, he felt that for this bear, the ninth-rank warrior I'm afraid I can only have dinner.

Zhang Tingyun was wearing a white Taoist robe, and was squatting in front of the black bear. Bai Shengsheng was holding a freshly peeled orange in his hand, and stuffed the black bear into his mouth petal by petal.

Therefore, in Zhang Weiran's eyes, the strange beasts that can tear off the ninth-rank warriors and eat them can only be vegetarians honestly. Occasionally, when they eat a piece of sour, their bear face wrinkled into a funny look, and they vomited wildly. Tongue.

The tongue was as scarlet as blood, and the teeth exposed occasionally were white, like a dagger, exuding a brutal and wild aura, Zhang Weiran would never believe that he was an ordinary black and blind man, he couldn't help but pause, and was about to call his daughter back.

But when Zhang Tingyun handed over the next piece of sour orange, this rather extraordinary black bear just continued to eat it obediently, its already short tail wagging happily, which reminded him of the tangerine raised in the home of the Gaoliang children in the county. family dog.

The old Taoist under the eaves turned around and said with a smile:

"You don't have to worry about it."

"Yun'er has been feeding this black bear for three years, and its ferocity has already worn away, so there will be no problems."

"You can rest assured."

Zhang Weiran nodded, took a sip of tea, and looked up at the black bear's sturdy body and white fangs, thinking that the old Taoist's words were farting.

His wife turned pale with fright just standing next to her daughter.

In the third year of Daqin Dayuan, the twelfth lunar month is the 27st.

On this day, a little girl from Zun's family in Zhangxian County, Jinxian County came back from Taoism to visit relatives, and brought back an old man who looked more like a woodcutter than a Taoist priest, and was full of nonsense, a strange beast black bear that could tear apart a ninth-rank warrior, There is also a young Taoist priest of the same age who has some kind of idea in his stomach.

This time when the little lady came home, even the cooks in Zhang's residence were very happy. Although Zhang Tingyun was cold since childhood, she was cute, just like the person in the painting, and there was no one in the family who didn't like her.

After coming back this time, she became much closer, and would greet each other obediently.It's like a fairy from the sky descended to the mortal world and became the people around her. She lost a layer of fairy spirit, but made people get closer.

Seeing the little girl's well-behaved appearance, the cooks felt that their hearts were about to be melted away, and then they looked at the "Tao Tong" Qin Xiao who followed ten steps behind the little girl, and their eyes became more and more unkind, and they subconsciously shook hands. He tightened the kitchen knife and spatula in his hand.

Qin Xiao, who was planning to get close to him, laughed dryly, and moved back rationally.

Draw a bar on the No.17 plan in my heart.

When the meal was on the table, Zhang Weiran sat at the head seat. He had a wife and a daughter, and he was very happy, but there was a bear in the yard, and there was a brat on the chair who wanted to join his daughter. A bad old man who started drinking before the banquet.

Zhang Weiran took a sip of tea, and felt a little sad when he heard the screams of the servants outside who were frightened by the bear.

This yard is rarely so lively.

It's so lively.

He's not used to it...

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Holding a big broom in his hand, Wang Anfeng stood in the dilapidated yard.

When he just came back to Daliang Village yesterday, he also went to look at other places, but the courtyard where Uncle Li lived was still empty.

The old man was quite chic when he left, and he didn't even close the yard, which became a secret treasure for the children in the village in the past two years.

If Wang Hongyi hadn't taken the time to come and take care of it, the weeds in this yard would probably grow up to waist length.

The grass is dry in autumn, and a large amount of snow has been accumulated in winter. Now it must be full of ruins. If it is not in the village, it will be like a wilderness.

Really, it's not worrying at all.

Sighing inwardly, Wang Anfeng took a big broom and swept all the snow in the yard together. The yard, which looked a bit dilapidated because of the snow and weeds, gradually revealed its original appearance, which was exactly what Wang Anfeng remembered. .

He didn't know how many times he listened to Uncle Li tell stories in this yard when he was young.

Talk about the battlefield, talk about the world.

Talk about the grotesque, swords and blood, but wonderful and fascinating rivers and lakes.

He is already in the arena now.

The old man was nowhere to be seen in the yard.

Wang Anfeng started sweeping from the gate of the courtyard, sweeping slowly and carefully, refusing to let go of every corner.

Just like the method of killing pigs, he is very familiar with this job. Since he was a child, at this time of year, he has come to clean the yard for the old man.

After sweeping the last steps clean, Wang Anfeng breathed out, looked at the cleaned courtyard, stood there for a long time, felt lost, sighed, leaned the broom in his hand aside, and murmured:
"time to go……"

With his back facing the dilapidated house, the boy walked forward slowly.

After walking seventeen steps, down the steps, walking past a big tree, and passing a stone table missing a small piece, I suddenly heard a slight snoring sound.

came from behind.

Wang Anfeng's body froze.

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