In the thatched house on the mountain, Guanxing put down the brush in his hand, wiped his little face like a little tabby cat, stretched out lazily, and copied the secret book for a day. This is a tiring job, and
Guanxing has not liked writing since she was a child, and she doesn't even bother to write, because in her eyes, writing is not what people like her should do.
Why write it on paper when you can remember it in your head.
This is the most common saying when stargazing.
After lazing around, Guan Xing held his slightly deflated belly, raised his head and looked out the window, held his cheek with his little hand and sighed helplessly.
"I don't know when my grandson will come back. I'm already hungry."
After Guanxing said this, he got up and ran out of the yard, cursing his grandson as he walked.
When Dangdang saw the stargazer coming out, he first hid to the side, and then shouted at the top of his lungs: "Moo!"
"Moo what?"
Guanxing glared at Dangdang, and then continued to shout: "If my grandson doesn't come back, I won't find grass for you. You should be hungry first!"
When Dangdang heard this, he lowered his head helplessly, with hesitation on his face.
Gazing around the yard, he finally found a bag of rice. He spent all his strength before moving the rice to the stove. His pretty face looked at the dark stove with a worried look, not knowing what to do next.
do something.
"This grandson, why hasn't he come back yet?"
Guanxing pinched her waist and shouted, then opened the lid of the pot. Regardless of the situation, she poured the rice in the bag into the pot, then clapped her little hands and said with a smile: "It should look like this."
Right? Dangdang, don’t you think so?”
Dangdang turned his head away and said nothing.
After pouring the rice, Guanxing poured cold water into the pot.
After everything was done, Guanxing smiled with satisfaction and squatted next to the stove, waiting for the steaming rice, his face full of anticipation.
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On the other side, Qi Dangdao and his grandson were stubborn for a long time. The grandson refused to become a disciple even if he beat him to death. Qi Dangdao had no choice but to agree. He looked at the young man and asked, "What kind of kungfu do you want to learn?"
The young man was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then shouted loudly: "Anything is fine, as long as it is powerful."
Qi Dangdao laughed when he heard this.
"Why are you laughing?" The young man felt something was wrong, so he took a step back and asked cautiously.
"Didn't you just say that as long as you are powerful?" Qi Dangdao slowly walked to the young man's side and asked with a smile.
"Yes, what do you want to do?" The young man scratched his head and looked at Qi Dang.
"Bang!"
Before the boy could react, Qi Dangdao raised his leg and kicked him directly into the waterfall.
"What are you doing?"
The young man struggled at the waterfall, grabbed a big stone, and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Since you want to learn martial arts from me, then you should stay in the water for ten days and a half." Qi Dangdao replied with a smile while sitting on the bank.
"The water here is very fast. If I stand under the waterfall, wouldn't I be hit by the water spray?" The young man turned to look at the waterfall and asked with some fear.
"No, you can't die." Qi Dangdao waved his hand, then waved his hand and slapped the young man on the back.
The young man jumped into the air and flew directly into the waterfall.
"Wow!"
The fierce flood rushed down and knocked the boy directly into the water.
The young man grabbed the rocks under the waterfall with his hands and shouted something at Qi Dangdao with his long mouth. Maybe it was because the sound of the water was too loud, so Qi Dangdao couldn't hear anything and just looked at the young man with a smile.
Above the waterfall, the flood washed away the young man's back mercilessly. The young man did not dare to relax, because as long as he let go, he would be washed away by the current.
Facing such a strong current, it was impossible for the young man to stay in it, let alone stand up. He could only grit his teeth and hold on to the rocks on the ground.
"Stand up, what are you doing lying down?" Qi Dangdao shouted at the young man.
The young man was stunned for a moment after hearing this.
"If you don't stand up, you won't be able to learn martial arts." Qi Dangdao continued to fool the young man.
"But if I stand up now, I will be washed down by the water. I can't stand up." The young man replied with a helpless face.
"Oh, it's okay. If you stand up now, it will definitely be okay." Qi Dangdao said with a smile.
"Stop fooling me here, I won't stand up." The young man gritted his teeth and refused to listen to Qi Dangdao's words.
Qi Dangdao saw that the young man seemed determined not to stand up, so he bent down to pick up a stone on the ground, held it between his two fingers, and flicked it hard, causing the stone to fly straight to the young man's wrist.
"ah!"
The boy screamed and his right hand fell off the rock.
When he turned around and was about to scold Qi Dangdao, he noticed that the second stone followed.
"Bang!"
The second stone hit the boy's left hand, and both hands left the rock at the same time. The boy had no time to react before he was washed away by the water.
"Help me!"
The young man's head was half exposed, and he rushed to Qi Dangdao in great panic for help, but Qi Dangdao seemed not to hear this, and let the young man drift with the flow, picking up the stone knife and running towards the cave in the distance.
The young man in the torrent saw that Qi Dangdao had no intention of saving him, so he grabbed a piece of wood tightly, and then flowed down the mountain along the stream.
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The young man didn't know how long he had been drifting on the water. When he finally stopped, he found that he had arrived at the creek where he started.
"Why did I come back?" The young man scratched his head helplessly, climbed up from the stream in a panic, looked at the thatched house in the distance and smiled. He originally thought that he would be washed down the mountain by the stream, but he didn't expect it.
Finally, he returned to his original place without having to rush, which saved a lot of energy and time. Naturally, the young man was happy.
The young man completely forgot about his nervousness just now and jumped towards the thatched house. At this time, all the young man could think about was seizing the time to go back and cook for Stargazing.
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“Stargazing!”
The young man looked embarrassed and was soaked all over. He ran to the door of the thatched house and shouted loudly.
Guanxing heard the boy's voice and ran out of the house quickly. After seeing the boy's appearance, Guanxing was slightly startled and shouted in surprise: "What's wrong with you?"
"I was kicked into the water by that person, and then I rushed down the river." The young man explained with a smile, then looked at Guanxing's dark little face, frowned and asked: "Are you there?
What are you doing?"
"I originally wanted to cook, but I forgot to light the fire. I am lighting the fire now." Caring curled up her small mouth, with a look of helplessness on her face.
"How can you cook? I'll do it."
The young man ran towards the house while talking.
"But you're already like this, you'd better go change your clothes."
"It's okay." The young man waved his hands carelessly.