The cold wind whimpered across the eaves, squeezed into the gap in the door, and the oil lamp standing on the stove swayed gently.

"Tell me, the headmaster this afternoon, some time ago, chased the road and ran a mountain. If my master hadn't repeatedly told me that I would not attack ordinary people, I would have beaten him with just one palm that day..."

The kitchen was dim and the shadows of five people were reflected in the small table to eat. From time to time, Sun Yingxian's words made the three laugh, and the small room was filled with warmth.

Li Jinhua picked up a chopstick for her husband and saw her son holding a bowl of rice granules silently.

"Liangsheng, what are you thinking? If you don't eat, the meal will be cold."

6 Liangsheng raised his head, nodded, took two mouthfuls into his mouth, and smiled at his mother, "I didn't think of anything."

After saying that, put down the bowls and chopsticks.

"Mom, dad, I've finished eating."

Then, he got up and walked to the stove, took an empty bowl and scooped a spoonful of hot soup in the firewood pot. The cold wind outside the window was sobbing. When Liangsheng turned around, he waved his wide sleeves to the other side, and the slightly opened window closed tightly with a "splash".

When I walked to the kitchen door, the door creaked and opened on its own. The boy walked out in the cold wind. The door behind me was closed again, leaving the old couple holding the bowls and chopsticks and the stunned 6 Xiaoxian.

Only Sun Yingxian curled his lips.

"Hmph... I want to have a female ghost, and I can pretend to be..."

The words suddenly stopped. Before the three of them could come to their senses, they quickly stretched out the plate, picked it up into the bowl, picked it up, and only two eyes were exposed, and they slapped it into their mouths.

He and 6 Laoshi and Li Jinhua saw different scenes. Except for closing the window, 6 Liangsheng used his magic power and opened the door and closed the door. It was all female ghosts who helped him, so naturally he didn't feel fussy.

6 Xiaoxian came to her senses, beat Taoist with chopsticks, and then grabbed it. Li Jinhua looked at the closed door and put down the bowl, but did not care about Taoist and her daughter's snatching things.

"Liangsheng, I'm pretending to be in my mind."

6 Lao Shi nodded: "It's like this when I came back from outside. Will I be with the king's clerk..."

The woman just sighed.

Outside, 6 Liangsheng walked across the eaves with soup. The cold wind blew by and pushed the door open. He walked into the boy inside, waved his robe sleeves, and the oil lamp ignited a flame as big as a bean.

The warm yellow light illuminated the room. In the bedding room on the bed, the Toad Taoist shivered under the sheet, feeling the light. When he opened the toad eyes, Liangsheng sat on the edge of the bed, steaming in the bowl he was holding.

"Master, drink some hot soup to warm your body, put ginger and green onions in it, it tastes pretty good."

The Toad Taoist turned his face away and snorted: "Don't drink."

Nie Honglian waved her long sleeves to cover her delicate face, floated to the boy, and her eyes were crescent: "Master Toad is getting angry. I used to hear that the older he is, the more he looks like a child..."

"I didn't make a fuss!" The toad turned in a direction wrapped in the quilt.

The boy smiled and sat down to the other end.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

After squeezing the quilt a few times, the Toad Taoist stretched out his two short legs and sat up, hugging him with webbeds: "How come your academic master looks down on someone who practices? If the magic power of the master is still there, I can't help but be reasonable. I can be his grandfather at the age of my husband!"

Hong Lianpiao sat down beside the bed and chuckled.

"The same words as Principal Sun."

"Don't mention that smelly Taoist priest!" The toad Taoist leaped up in anger: "It's so angry that I didn't want to get my master's cotton jacket, how could I fall into that pond!"

6 Liangsheng smiled and nodded: "Yes, I'll scold him when I turn around." Then, he scooped a spoonful of warm soup and handed it over: "I'm so angry, so I'd better drink the soup first so that I can have the strength to scold Sun Yingxian."

"You should be a shrew as a teacher?!"

Taoist Toad probably said that after that, he became much more angry. After taking a sip of soup, a warm feeling turned around in his stomach. Looking at the disciple in front of him, he suddenly felt that he was no worse than the old scholar.

Smacking my lips: "The taste is a bit light. Next time I ask your mother to add more salt. In terms of food, I am an expert..."

When I opened my mouth and took a second sip, people heard people in the yard outside the house, followed by Li Jinhua and 6 Lao Shi's words.

"Grandma, why are you here? If you don't ask someone to help me?"

The voice of words came into the room, and beside the bed, Nie Honglian took the bowl over, "Young Master, go outside and have a look."

"Um."

6 Liangsheng nodded, comforted the toad Taoist, stood up and opened the door. 6 Taigong leaned on his pear wooden stick, and was supported by Li Jinhua and 6 Lao Shi, and slowly walked under the eaves.

"I have been lying for three months... I am fine... okay..."

The old man sat there, his eyes cloudy and kind, and looked at 6 Liangsheng coming over, laughing out loud, wrinkles piled up.

"I... came here just to thank Liangsheng in person... If it weren't for him, I'm afraid I'd already buried in the soil."

"Oh, grandma, don't say anything about thanking me or not." 6 Lao Shi is not a person who is very good at speaking. After a sentence, he forgot what to say later.

6 Liangsheng took the speech: "My father is right, there is no need for the family to say thank you." He went over and squatted in front of 6 Madam, touched the old man's wrist with his fingertips to check the pulse.

In fact, he has never read the medical books, but there is an article in "Qinghuai Buds Dreams" that talks about how to use magic power to observe a person's physical condition.

"Taigong, my body is still a little weak. Don't go out frequently during this period, so as not to get cold and it will be troublesome."

The old man is old, but he has never experienced too many situations and has basically lived in the mountains all his life. He heard the words of Liu Liangsheng at this moment, and he felt peaceful.

He grabbed the boy's hand and lived for a while before saying, "Liangsheng... It's hard for you... Taigong is also afraid of death, and he wants to see more of the children in the village. Life is booming day by day. I also heard that every household in the village is living well now, and Taigong has nothing to thank you."

He stood up from the stool with a cane and bowed down.

"only……"

"Taigong!"

6 Liangsheng quickly reached out and supported the old man, "Taigong, this is what Liangsheng should do... what he should do..."

What should be done...

After murmuring and savoring these three words, I finally realized the knot in my heart with my mentor Tian.

"Whether you practice and help others, or be an official and be a blessing to the world... don't do anything about small good."

6 A smile suddenly appeared on Liangsheng's face.

Inside the house.

The soup bowl was empty. Taoist Toad touched his bloated belly, leaned against the quilt and squinted his eyes comfortably and told the female ghost how to accept 6 Liangsheng as his disciple. When he met the centipede spirit at night, he stopped talking.

"...... At that moment, he actually came up."

The female ghost lay on the bedding, curled her calves and shook her chin, and her pretty face was full of curiosity: "Why? Isn't the young master afraid?"

"Afraid? He... is just a bad guy."

Taoist Toad looked at the swaying oil lamp and smiled.

"Guess what he said in the end?"

"say what?"

"He said: You are the master..."

Taoist Toad sat up and thought for a while: "I only have such a disciple in my life."

The bean-sized lights shaking, illuminating the inside and outside the house. Going far away to the mountain village under the outline of the mountains, in a quiet courtyard, a small courtyard, with figures slitting in a paper window with small gaps.

In the occasional barking of dogs, Zuo Zhengyang looked at the manuscript spread on the desk, like a simple relationship picture drawn temporarily.

Soon, the pen tip stained with ink circled the three words "6jiacun".
Chapter completed!