Shui Xin threw the materials into the refining furnace and ignored them, and went out to abduct Hu Zhu Zhu.
He said: "You are a thunder type, so it is just right for you to follow me. If you stay here, there will be nothing better than gaining weight."
Hu Zhuzhu: I follow you just for a bite of meat, and I can’t even smell the meat.
Hu Huahua came to complain: "Mom, the monk wants to kidnap Hu Zhuzhu."
Hu Qing did not force him to call him uncle, but asked: "What does Hu Zhuzhu mean?"
Hu Huahua was tangled: "Hu Zhuzhu wants to eat meat, but he might as well go and practice."
Hu looked at him lightly: "I heard what you said, do you want him to go?"
Hu Huahua: "Ang."
Hu Qing was amused and patted him gently: "What tune did you learn from your sister?" He said, "We have to respect Hu Zhuzhu's wishes."
"What does he know?" Hu Huahua said with the superiority and disdain of a big child looking at a brat: "Following the monk is good for his cultivation. Hu Zhuzhu is too wild, and he has the temper to let the monk kill him."
Hu Qing: "Then you tell Hu Zhuzhu and he will listen to you."
Hu Huahua struggled with: "I don't like monks."
Hu Qing was speechless. This was a personal grudge. Shui Xin didn't offend the big boy.
"Why?"
"He always comes to our house to eat and drink for free."
For this.
Hu Qing laughed. When Shui Xin was around, Hu Huahua slept more often and he knew less.
Hu Qing hugged him and fed him grilled fish breasts. Hu Huahua turned her head this way and that, not wanting to eat.
"Eat fish to be smart."
With her face held in her hands, Hu Huahua had no choice but to eat the fish breasts, her eyes rolling around, where are the clams? Where are the clams? Squid is fine too.
"Huahua, Shuixin is very good. He even saved his sister."
Hu Qing hugged Hu Huahua and said good things to Shui Xin for a long time: "So, he is just a little bit annoying. Besides, he won't compete with you for meat, right?"
Hu Huahua suddenly realized: Yes, monks don’t eat meat. But Hu Zhuzhu eats meat!
A decision was made immediately.
When Shui Xin came in to refine, Hu Huahua took Hu Zhuzhu to a corner and gave him a lesson. Hu Zhuzhu reluctantly obeyed. When Shui Xin came to find him again, he stopped hiding and took a step towards him as if he were dead.
Shui Xin looked back at Hu Huahua in surprise: "You know who he is following."
Hu Huahua nodded to him in a rare way, "For the sake of you not trying to steal meat from me."
Shui Xin began to develop a tacit understanding with Hu ZhuZhu.
Hu Huahua accompanied Hu Qing: "Mom, the fire spirit is very disobedient. I will punish it by watching yellow-legged chickens in the vegetable field."
"Well, I saw it. The little thing is very cunning. When he saw me, he dropped to the ground and pretended to be dead." Hu Qing said amusedly: "It's a pity that our yellow-legged chicken is timid, otherwise it would be just right to eat it."
"By the way," Hu Qing remembered: "Have I ever said before that I would make pig's feet and ginger for the little fat man?"
Hu Huahua licked her mouth.
Hu Qing: "I'll buy pigs tomorrow."
Hu Huahua: I have to buy it. As for whether it’s tomorrow... He’s used to it.
Hu Qing asked Shui Xin to add his spiritual consciousness and refined ten large boxes of Hanmango seeds for him, with two hundred pills in each box.
"Don't say I'm not good to you, look, I even designed a mark specifically for you."
Shui Xin looked at the small circle on the dark white Han Mangzi's body, expressionless: "What is this?"
"This is called a drop of water piercing a stone. Look at this circle. Is it very round?"
Shui Xin looked at her and hesitated: "Okay, that's good. Thank you."
Such a featureless mark cannot be regarded as a mark, and is just suitable for killing without leaving a name.
Well, no matter who picks it, they won't get hooked up with that annoying monk.
Shui Xin was about to leave, and Hu Nuan came back specially to give him a ride.
"Uncle, you have to bring a gift back. I like beautiful gifts."
My nephew is asking for a gift before he leaves.
Hu Nuan hugged the big bone stick and gnawed until his mouth was full of oil: "Uncle, can you eat meat when you come back?"
Shui Xin: This family is so obsessed with eating meat. Even that stupid Hu Zhuzhu, the only condition for following him is to eat meat. Meat, meat, meat, meat is so delicious?
Meat: It’s delicious. If you don’t believe me, try it.
Shui Xin: "Uncle doesn't eat meat, so I won't compete with you."
Hu Nuan said: "Then uncle, please bring me some meat that I haven't eaten before."
Shui Xin: "..." This terrible nephew.
He touched the dog's head and tried to be kind: "What a beautiful flower. What gift would you like uncle to bring you?"
Hu Huahua concentrated on chewing the meat. Although her view of Shui Xin had changed a little, she remained on the sidelines.
Hu Nuan looked at Hu Huahua and said to Shui Xin: "Uncle, Huahua also likes to eat meat. Zhuzhu also likes to eat meat. Mom also likes to eat meat. Just bring the meat back."
That's what you can say. Shui Xin: "My dear, your mother hasn't told you yet, uncle wants to take Hu Zhuzhu with him."
Hu Qing raised his eyebrows. It's fun to tease children, right?
Hu Nuan said: "Uncle, please take good care of Zhuzhu."
Hu chuckled, children are more ruthless than you think.
Shui Xin: "...Then I'll take Huahua away."
Hu Nuan looked at Hu Huahua and then at Hu Qing, who deliberately didn't look at her.
"Wow -" Hu Nuan howled. Although it was a show, Hu Huahua was so moved that she jumped over and kissed his sister cheek to cheek.
Hu Qing scorned: "You can coax those who make you cry."
Having no other choice, Shui Xin coaxed the child and finally promised him a lot of meat.
Wiping her tearless eyes, Hu Nuan smiled and her plot succeeded.
Shui Xin wanted to tell Hu Qing that this kid was really not smart. He pretended to be so fake and thought he was smart, but he didn't dare to look at Hu Qing's face.
Yu Hu Nuan said: "When you grow up, go with your uncle to deliver retribution."
Hu Nuan was very happy, as if he had received some kind of grand invitation. He waved his fist and said, "Punch his intestines out with one punch."
Bang, Hu Qing put down his chopsticks, half-smiling but not smiling: "My little boy is so awesome, he can even punch out his intestines. Who did he learn this from?"
Shui Xin felt that he should leave early, this cheating uncle's nephew.
Hu Qing prepared food for him, but Hu Nuan also insisted on doing it herself. She didn't know what she had poured into the big jar and the small jar, so she solemnly handed it to him: "Uncle, don't be reluctant to eat, I will cook it for you when you come back.
"
Shui Xin: Come back? I'll think about it.
It rained lightly outside the city. The sun was shining brightly, and the center of the water moved toward the rainbow in the sky.
"Ah, uncle is like a prince."
Hu Qing slanders, which country’s prince has no hair?
Back in the city, Hu Qing became interested and took Hu Nuan to watch a theater. The stressful life of cultivation should be relaxed and relaxed.
Silk cloth: I’ve never seen you nervous before.
Speaking of which, the world of cultivation also has entertainment in the mortal world such as storytelling, singing and opera. Those who engage in these are basically Qi-refining monks with low cultivation and not very good qualifications. There are also mortals who do these. Although mortals can't get ahead in the world of monks,
But if you are smart enough, you can live a good life.
On the stage, a group of children painted painted faces and performed a spring show. It is a very traditional play in the mortal world. It has somehow been brought to the world of cultivation. Monks do not pay attention to celebrating the New Year and do not like to celebrate their birthdays.
They were talking, singing, rolling and rolling on the stage. The children were smart and lively, which was a joy to watch.
Hu Nuan: "Mom, when I grow up, I will also sing in operas."
Hu Qing said goodbye, your Wuyin is as hopeless as me, don't embarrass the world.
He said: "Okay, if you have ideals, go back and sing it to your master first, and let him give you some advice."
