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2005.10.5

Yellow flowers deep in the alley, red leaves in the low windows.

The thousand-year-old ginkgo tree in Yunlu Palace in Yuelu Mountain is one of the few things in the city that is older than Wang Xilou. When the wind passes, the yellow leaves of the ginkgo are like rain, and the forest is dyed. The red maples all over the mountain cannot suppress the burning ginkgo and fly down.

The ginkgo leaves are floating like goldfish all over the sky from the top of Yuelu Mountain, swimming around the mountain. The ginkgo leaves are connected with the fallen maples, falling on the stone steps, stone lions, the shoulders of tourists going up the mountain, and the streams where the water level has dropped.

A piece of ginkgo fell on the forehead of the old Taoist priest sitting in front of the steps.

The old Taoist priest wore high-top white stockings, black square shoes, a Tsing Yi Taoist robe, and a beard as white as withered grass. He held his forehead and picked up the fallen leaves from his forehead, looked up at the yellow leaves in the leisurely clear sky, and just looked at the opposite wall quietly.

painting.

The old house with yellow mud and blue tiles is covered with vegetation and moss nearby. On the gray wall in the picture, there is a patch of rose plants covering the entire wall, but that is a painting, and for some reason the flowers on the painting are

It's withered.

A little Taoist boy over five years old ran over, holding a badminton racket in his arms. He hurried past, saw the old man looking at the wall in the yard, and imitated him to look up, turning his head to look.

The result was nothing. "Grandpa Zhang, what are you looking at?"

The old Taoist priest chuckled, "I'm looking to see if she's going to bloom."

Feng Wuli couldn't understand it at all. He was now in a hurry to go find Wang Xilou to play badminton.

Wang Xilou is coming to Yunlu Palace to help these days, and it coincides with the National Day holiday, so he brings Feng Wuli with him. Although he has only known Wang Xilou for half a year, Wang Xilou is so fun.

The master and apprentice stayed here for a few days. Every twelve years, Wang Xilou would come here to teach his former friends' practice methods, concepts, and principles to his disciples and grandchildren in Yunlu Palace.

Saying goodbye to Grandpa Zhang, I ran into the yard behind Yunlu Palace and found the woman wearing a green Taoist robe. It looked like she had just finished her lecture, and there were several young Taoist priests surrounding her asking questions.

Wang Xilou always had a slight smile on his face, but it was different from when he usually teased and teased himself.

"Wang Xilou, Wang Xilou, I borrowed a badminton racket. Let's go play badminton." He ran over happily.

Several Taoist priests looked at this energetic doll and couldn't help but laugh and asked if they wanted uncles to play with you. Feng Wuli was a little shy and grabbed Wang Xilou's Taoist robe and hid behind her.

Wang Xilou said goodbye to a few people, just enough to put his hand on his little apprentice's forehead, and went out to play with his little apprentice.

When the old Taoist priest saw the two of them, he greeted Wang Xilou respectfully, but Wang Xilou just waved his hand.

"Who did you borrow the racket from?" she asked curiously, waving her hand and hitting the racket.

"There is a village at the bottom of the mountain. I watched them playing for a long time. When I saw that they were no longer playing, I went over and asked them to borrow it, and then they lent it to me." Feng Wuli said this with a bit of air.

He felt that he was very powerful: "I will go down and return it to them later."

"You didn't beat them up and then let them give it to you, did you?"

"No!"

Wang Xilou smiled cheerfully, and his apprentice even told her vividly how he borrowed the racket. It sounded very impressive. She listened and asked questions from time to time, or cheered her up.

The master and the apprentice found an open place. The apprentice handed her a racket, and then took one himself. After running further away, he told her where the boundary was, and then he couldn't hit the boundary, and ran to get the short leg.

I kicked off the concrete floor covered with ginkgo leaves, picked up a stone and made a shallow mark, then ran to throw the stone farther away, while explaining the rules in a broken voice.

Wang Xilou looked at him with a grin the whole time. Feng Wuli turned to look at her, not seeming to be listening at all, and couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

"Wang Xilou, did you listen?"

"Ah? Ah, yes, yes, master is listening." She still asked seriously, "Where is the ball?"

The young apprentice took out a badminton from his pocket like a magic trick. Wang Xilou was not convinced and said, isn't this just your serve? The young apprentice smiled sheepishly and felt that he was a bit despicable.

"Are you ready?"

"alright."

"Then I serve."

"good."

The old Taoist priest sat there and watched happily, hearing in his ears the clear sound of the badminton ball hitting the net, the noise of tourists in the front yard, the sound of the maple leaves on the mountain being blown up by the wind, and the noisy master and apprentice in front of him.

It's just that the little boy with an expectant face gradually lost his smile after picking up the ball a dozen times.

"It doesn't count. You've already gone out of bounds. You don't count."

"Okay, okay, it's Master's fault." Wang Xilou took care of everything.

No wind blows the ball.

"Whoosh——!" The badminton ball fell back to him like a cannonball, and Feng Wuli couldn't react at all.

He glanced at the triumphant Wang Xilou and silently went to pick up the ball.

A gentle kick.

"Whoosh——!"

Even the ginkgo leaves on the ground were blown away by the wind whipped up by the rapid swing.

"..."

Feng Wuli silently picked it up and then served it gently.

“Whoosh——!!”

Xiao Feng was unreasonably blown by the wind and couldn't open his eyes. The ball had already landed in front of him and bounced more than ten meters away.

The back view of him picking up the ball was pitiful and helpless.

“Whoosh——!!”

"Whizzing--!!"

Wang Xilou twisted his neck and moved his wrists, pretending not to know that his opponent was about to burst into tears, and motioned for his opponent to serve faster.

She was actually very happy.

As long as I think of this man who was always calm and calm five hundred years ago, this man who hinted to himself that the weather was cold and was afraid of the dark when sleeping alone, and then pretended not to understand his hints, he would now make me cry.

, Wang Xilou felt relieved that his great revenge had been avenged.

I never thought you would be here today!

A light badminton flew over.

“Whoosh——!!”

"I won't play with you anymore! I hate Wang Xilou!"

He ran away crying while holding the pat.

Wang Xilou quickly chased after him, his Taoist robe making a hunting sound.

The old Taoist priest on the side smiled and held his beard, glanced at the withered flowers on the wall, and when he stood up, a middle-aged man in his forties ran in from the front yard, "Master, a layman came to you and said that he would help us build a house."

A canteen."

He nodded cheerfully and said he understood.

I was thinking about how to deceive him later.

…

"Hey, please pay attention to Master. Master is wrong. It's not okay to be wrong."

This big kid is so stubborn that he just refuses to talk to her. He just finished crying and now he is twitching. He is sitting there like a little dumpling on the stone steps going up the mountain. There are few people going up the mountain in the evening and the sun sets.

Like fire.

No matter how much Wang Xilou teases him, he doesn't want to pay attention to him anymore.

When she approaches from the left, he faces to the right; when she approaches from the right, he turns to the left.

In fact, Feng Wuli was more embarrassed because he cried after losing the game. He also felt a little embarrassed and embarrassed to talk to Wang Xilou, but Wang Xilou was really too much just now.

"Tickle your flesh!"

Two big hands grabbed his waist, and Feng Wuli burst into laughter. He turned back angrily to catch her, but Wang Xilou ran away first.

Feng Wuli became angry and chased after him.

There were tourists around, as well as Taoist priests from Yunlu Palace, smiling at the young and old, the stumbling boy, and the female Taoist priest who looked around and frequently turned around to challenge the boy behind her.

Feng Wuli ran halfway and suddenly crouched down and stopped chasing.

Wang Xilou ran back worriedly.

When she was almost close, the young man immediately got up and went to catch her.

In the end, Master Master saw through it and got out of the way before being caught.

During this period, Yunlu Palace was the noisiest.

There is fog in the evening, the fog locks on the top of the mountain, the twilight is deep, and the setting sun ripples in the fog.

Feng Wuli held a bowl with several pieces of bacon in it. When he entered the backyard, he saw the old Taoist priest holding the bowl and looking at the wall. He sat over and watched with him, his eyes on the old Taoist priest's face and the wall.

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To be continued...