Brow of a Thousand Calamities Chapter 16: Biyun Qingtian 04

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In the early morning of the next day, Lin Bu slowly opened his eyes. He felt dizzy for a while and had no idea where he was. He stayed there for a long time before he remembered the sudden sword strike yesterday. Although it had nothing to do with Zhong Chunji, Deep, but this sword really made him a little sad. He treats people with sincerity, but he gets such a reward. The beautiful girl in purple is so ruthless. People say that you know people but don't know their hearts. It's really unpredictable. After a while, he suddenly saw a bright red feather fan floating in front of him, and a round and blushing young man's face was right in front of him. He just heard him say, "Congratulations on getting up early, you are not dead yet, no need to doubt it." " Lin Bu opened his mouth and just gasped, unable to say a word. Huang Yihong slapped the person and flicked his sleeves, "Yeah - you don't have to talk, I don't like to hear you talk, you are quiet and I am pure, you and I are. Wouldn’t it be great if everyone gets what they need?”

Lin Bu lay down and looked at him full of doubts. Who is this person? What happened yesterday? Although he was young, he had broad knowledge. He knew that he met a strange person and was in danger, so he stopped talking. Turning his eyes, he saw that the place he was in was a thatched hut, and there was no quilt under him, but a straw nest made of leaves and stones. Next to him, a man in black was sitting cross-legged, wearing a black hat, and his face could not be seen. A woman in black was stirring the clay, as if she was about to bake some huge vessel. The man in yellow clothes and red fan sat high up, watching with interest, "Haha, burning a pottery jar as tall as a person and picking hundreds of kilograms of tea leaves just to make a pill is such a waste of manpower and money. Don't look at it. What a pity."

Yutan'er worked hard to stir the mud. To bake Nuo Da's pottery jar, there must be a brick kiln. Without a brick kiln, I don't know how to bake this pottery pot? Lin Bu was surprised. The masked man in black hat was holding a piece of bamboo pipe in his hand, but his attention was on the bamboo pipe. He was holding a silver knife in his right hand and was carving lightly on the bamboo pipe, as if he was going to dig out several holes. . Lin Bu thought: Is he making a flute?

"Hold Yuan Shouyi, concentrate wholeheartedly, and feel the changes in wrist, shoulder, and waist strength after you become proficient in the movements. When the muddy water dries quickly and the clay can be molded, call me again." Liu Yan Bu Kan Yu Tuan Er stirred the mud and said coldly. Fang Pingzhai smiled and said, "Haha, if you just want plastic clay, wouldn't it be enough if you just put in less water when you put it in? Isn't it possible that she is not a fairy and a beauty, so you don't have any pity for her? It's sad that men are really pitiful creatures. Lin Bu thought it was this girl who was pitiful, but he heard Fang Pingzhai laugh and say, "Haha, this person lying down must be wondering why men are such pitiful creatures? Because there are too many men in the world, and the immortals are stunningly beautiful. Too little, it's pitiful to have too many monks and too few." Yu Tuan'er said, "I know he is teaching me Kung Fu. It's not difficult to stir the mud. It doesn't matter." She dug a big hole in the woods and pulled out the top. To remove weeds, dig until the clay soil is exposed, then pour in clean water and stir the mud with a branch as thick as an arm. Liu Yan asked her to fill the pit with clear spring water, but he also asked her to stir the muddy water until it could be molded into a shape. She was obviously making things difficult, but she was not angry.

This masked woman has a pure heart and does not appear to be a bad person. If she is not a bad person, why would she go with two people who do not look like good people? Lin Bu was in a daze and was thinking, when he suddenly heard a crisp sound, and several flute sounds rose into the air. Suddenly his mind was shaken, his heart was racing wildly, and he was unable to control it. He spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow" sound, He fainted immediately. Fang Pingzhai jumped up with an ouch, and his face changed slightly, "You - haha, what a wonderful flute sound! What a wonderful person! What a strange and mysterious sound! Brother Hei, you - you have such a unique skill, I am so impressed. "Surprised."

The bamboo flute in Liu Yan's hand was slightly away from her lips, and she glanced at Fang Pingzhai lightly, "It's easy to say." Fang Pingzhai put his hand on his heart, "This sound shocked my heart. Brother Hei, since you have broken off your legs and disfigured your face, you still have this unique skill to dominate the martial arts world." It doesn't mean anything, why don't you pass it on to me, and I will dominate the world for you, kill people, and make up for the hatred in your heart." He said with a smile, Yu Tuan'er suddenly turned his head, and before he spoke in protest, he listened. Liu Yan said coldly, "Ha! If I'm in a good mood, maybe I'll pass it on to you." Fang Pingzhai smiled broadly and waved his red fan, "Oh, the implication is that from this moment on, I will spend all my time I try my best to please you, support you, respect you, protect you, admire you, treat you like the moon in the sky, the fairy in the water, the pearl in the palm of your hand, the duck in the hot pot, are you afraid that you will grow wings and fly away accidentally? ”

Liu Yan closed his eyes slightly, "Whatever you want." Fang Pingzhai shook his head and sighed, "You are such a cold person, I really don't know what I can use to shake your cold, cruel, arrogant but inexplicable stone heart. It's really a difficult problem." He stood up while talking about the problem, walked over to Lin Bu and took a look, "A well-known Jianghuai man, the handsome Mr. Huang Xian, is going to die under your cold, cruel, arrogant and inexplicable circumstances. Under the sound of the flute, don't you have any regrets? You are so cold-hearted, cruel, and arrogant..." Before he could continue, Liu Yan raised the flute to his lips and blew a little, and Fang Pingzhai immediately heard a whistle. Shut up. Yu Tuan'er said impatiently, "You are such a long-winded person. Please revive this gentleman quickly. He is about to die. You are still sticking your head around. You are the one with a heart of stone." Fang Pingzhai sighed. He put his hand on his heart and shook his head, "If you fall in love with something, you have to give everything for it. Fang Pingzhai, Fang Pingzhai, you are the most gentle and patient with the boss, so - you better be obedient." After saying this, he pointed to Zhong Lin. He opened a few acupuncture points, put a palm against his back and pushed him through the blood, and then gave him a pill.

"I'm hungry." Yu Tuan'er stirred the mud and suddenly said after a moment, "Fang Pingzhai, you go hunting." After Fang Pingzhai rescued Lin Bu for the second time, he just relied on the hut and closed his eyes to rest. He said no more words, and smiled like a spring breeze, "Of course, the boss wants to eat, and I, the helper, will do it immediately. Don't worry, except for me who doesn't know music, I know all kinds of frying, cooking, and frying. I'm the best person in the world." A rare talent with a spatula." Yu Tuan'er said, "Fried and fried? But we are going to have a barbecue tonight and we don't need a spatula." Fang Pingzhai coughed, "Yeah - barbecue is a step above fried and fried. As for cooking, I am a master of frying and frying, and I am proficient in barbecue. In the evening, you will eat a unique and rare delicacy. It is so delicious that you will know that everything you have eaten before is junk and inferior. Even useless." Yu Tuan'er said, "You're so wordy! Go away." Fang Pingzhai sighed, slapped his forehead, stood up, and said to himself, "This is my first time to be romantic. It's such a welcome new experience and peace of mind to be so unpopular, I want to be happy and relieved."

Not long after, Fang Pingzhai returned leisurely with two pheasants, and he was listening to Liuyan's fife playing. He didn't know what tune he was playing. The night wind blew, and the black hat that covered his face was flying in the air, and his expression could not be seen. All I could hear was a sad and shrill sound, like a ghost, like a ghost, like crying, like complaining, a sound of remembrance, a sound of sadness, a sound of heartbreak. Yu Tuan'er was still stirring the mud, listening attentively, and seemed to sigh. Lin Bu felt indifferent in his heart. He only felt that life was only one life, so why live so hard? With such strong feelings, clinging to things that can’t be let go, isn’t it me who is suffering and sad? Who will remember this a hundred years from now? Everyone will die, and the world is still this world. The gratitude, resentment, and sorrow of a short life are so narrow and insignificant, so why bother to persevere? "A pool of spring water is green with moss, and flowers and bamboos are blooming among the water. The fragrant grass still grows when the time comes, and the literary birds have nothing to do." He softly recited two lines of poetry, closed his eyes to rest, and stopped talking.

"Oh...haha." Fang Pingzhai walked in with the pheasant, "I heard-" Yu Tuan'er waved his hand impatiently, interrupting him, "I don't want to listen, you talk endlessly, go Kill the chicken, I'll light the fire." Fang Pingzhai covered his mouth with his hands, "Ah..." Although he was not the first person to say that he was wordy, he was the first person to interrupt, and it was a woman and a very ugly woman. What he said was that he had no face, no character, no justice, no conscience, and nothing to do! He shook his head, falling in love with what others put at the bottom of the box would always lead to a miserable life, a life worse than coptis mixed with bitter melon.