Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum: The eleventh bowl of soup (2)

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, Qing Huan is five years old. In the past five years, she has been living with the four masters and apprentices of old man Lang - oh, now it should not be called old man Lang, but master.

After returning to the mountain that year, several senior brothers were seriously injured, but after five years of careful conditioning, they were all healed by 70% to 80%, but the senior brother's legs were completely abolished. It was very hard. If it weren't for the delicate little girl Qinghuan, maybe the lives of a few men would be a little more sloppy.

Although Qing Huan was called Master Lang, he didn't pay his respects. Old Man Lang said that accepting apprentices is the most important thing, and you should take a bath and burn incense. Besides, what kind of Taoist is a girl's family? So old man Lang meant that when Qing Huan was a little older, she would be more sensible. If she really wanted to learn Dao, then let her be a teacher at that time.

Qing Huan was raised by these men since he was a child. They taught him how to speak and walk, but as time went by, the old man and his apprentice became more and more frightened. The longer the girl is, the more beautiful she is. She is sensible, well-behaved and cute. Sometimes the old man is strange. How could someone be willing to throw away such a child? When they were very young, Qing Huan would take care of them. She likes to act like a spoiled child, and her temperament is also a little confused, but it is undeniable that with this pistachio, their life will not be so difficult.

In that battle, the injuries were too heavy. The four of them paid a hundred years of life. The senior brother was young, but he already had white hair on his temples. The second senior brother's internal injury has not healed so far. As for the third senior brother... It was not until later that everyone knew that he lost a soul and a soul in that battle, so there were often signs of amnesia, not to mention the old man Lang. In fact, he was only six At ten years old, it looks like an old age.

Such a good person, upright, gentle, brave, firm, willing to be plain and bitter, unknown, but standing up when danger comes. Qing Huan didn't know why she didn't take care of them and save them.

So she officially joined the division when she was ten years old. Although the old man Lang was only a loose cultivator, although they had no sect and no sect, and although there was no benefit, Qing Huan still respectfully kowtowed three times to the old man Lang - even if this was just an ordinary mortal.

He deserves it.

After the apprenticeship, Qinghuan's life was not so easy. Before, she just relieved her brothers and sisters every day and played in the mountains by herself~IndoMTL.com~ Playing the piano, although old man Lang looked very wretched, but he found out Astronomy knows geography and knows everything, and even more so for the senior brother. After his legs were disabled, he began to focus on medicine. Without his legs, he could no longer fight, but he also had things within his power, such as research and development. Come up with better pills, something that can restore energy or make up in an instant, for example... In short, there are many things that can be done.

Never complained.

Although the second and third brothers have their own flaws, they all work very hard. Even the old man Lang often pondered some new methods.

In the five years from the age of ten to fifteen, Qing Huan spent his time in the endless books of classical spells. I don't know who spread these things, but it is really effective against demons and monsters. Qing Huan studied very hard. Old man Lang often praised her as the most talented of all his disciples. Whenever this time, the senior brother would sit on the wooden wheelchair and look at it with a smile, and the second senior brother would say a few words. If he asked for a beating, the master would chase after him and kick his ass, while the third senior brother laughed.

Such a day, plain, but extremely happy.

The wheelchair was made by Qinghuan. On the day the senior brother got it, although he didn't say anything, Qinghuan could tell how excited he was in his eyes. When she was a child, she crawled on top of him to smoothen his frown, but now that she's grown up, she can't do that. A fifteen-year-old girl can weigh dozens of pounds no matter how slender it is, and the big brother's legs can't stand it.

In the past fifteen years, Qing Huan has come over little by little. She never thought of anything else, not even Mo Ze with her. These four men warmed her heart and made her own heart also warm. Sometimes Qinghuan even hopes that such a day will go on forever and never stop.

But she knows that it will always stop, her destiny is eternal life, and her eternal life will not be accompanied by anyone.

This is the path she chose and she will never regret it.

But with such heartwarming warmth, let her hold it tighter.

When lunch is ready, Qinghuan usually puts the rice in the bowl first, and then calls people one by one.

Senior brother usually reads a book under the big tree in the yard. It's very exciting, but most of the time he will be fascinated. At this time, Qing Huan won't call him, just push the wheelchair into the room. Then I went to the second senior brother. The second senior brother was walking on the Big Dipper in the house. He was already hungry, so just shout it out. The third senior brother often forgets the time to eat. , Qing Huan called him to eat, he would feel that he had already eaten, and sometimes sitting in front of the table, he would even forget how to use chopsticks.

Finally, Master. The old man is quite old, and his body is still strong. He runs around everywhere when he has nothing to do all year round. He often runs to the foot of the mountain, squatting in a small town for a long time, staring at the drooling people selling steamed buns. Seeing that he was pitiful, the aunt of Baozipu would give him one. The stinky old man took a bite of it and stopped eating it. After saying a few words, it was not as delicious as what my little apprentice did, so she walked away with her hands behind her back. The aunt rolled her eyes when she saw him.

It's almost like a dragon.

However, Qing Huan also has tricks. Her head is only smarter than old man Lang, and she has cast a spell on old man Lang long ago. When it is time for dinner, the little old man will rush back in half an hour. There is no other reason. The little apprentice's craftsmanship is so good that the food he cooks is so delicious that one can swallow his tongue. If he doesn't hurry, the three unscrupulous apprentices won't leave him! Although the little apprentice will obediently leave him a meal, but old man Lang thinks that there is no fun in having lunch without anyone grabbing it!

His favorite thing to do is to grab food from the chopsticks of his apprentices. Relying on his identity as a master, he opens his mouth wide in front of them and eats it triumphantly.

A particularly shameless, but very cute little old man.

The tableware and chopsticks after the meal are not brushed. They belong to the second senior brother. She just needs to push the senior brother back under the tree. The wind was blowing, and the black hair of the senior brother was mixed with a lot of silver and white, and Qing Huan was a little sad. Although she jumped out of the six realms, she was not enough to resist the way of heaven. There are some things she can't do.

This is the mutual restriction and balance between her and Tiandao, and it is also a tacit understanding between each other. It's just that she has a human form, but Heaven does not. She is conscious, not the way of heaven.

If she wants the four to live well, she'll have to figure it out on her own.

There is wild game in the mountains. Taoists do not pay attention to vegetarianism, but killing life is not good after all. Lang Laotou has always loved the appetite, he can do it, but he is reluctant to bear the deliciousness of the world. So far, Qing Huan has only one wish, and quickly find a reason to let her go down the mountain. In this case, she may be able to think of a good way.

It's not that she couldn't get those things, but Qing Huan discovered one thing, when she was totally into it and didn't use any power that didn't belong to this world, her heart beat stronger than usual. If she wants to feel emotions and desires, she must learn to restrain herself.

"Huanmei! Huanmei!"

Old man Lang's ghost screams came from the house again. "Huanmei, where did the snacks you made for your teacher go? Huanmei! Shouli stole the food for your teacher!"

Look, she is the youngest in this sect, but she does things that everyone can only do. The old man Lang was disrespectful, and always called her Huanmei together with his senior brothers. At first, Qinghuan shivered and got goosebumps, but now she's numb. "Come on!"

After she finished speaking, she lowered her head and gently combed the senior brother's hair, tied it with a hair tie, and instructed: "The medicine I boiled for you is placed on the stone table, don't forget to drink it."

Senior brother nodded obediently, staring at Qinghuan with gentle eyes. "Okay."

Qing laughed happily and returned to the main hall. Old man Lang and the third senior brother were about to fight when they were guarding the ceremony - but the picture was not very good. On the chest of the old man, Lang's claws were on the face of the third senior brother, and the scissor legs locked the other's head. These two... Third Senior Brother was like a child after he lost his soul, and his personality was the same as when Qing Huan was picked up by them, but Old Man Lang is not a child. He is so old and still loves to eat. snack.

Don't steal the dried sweet potatoes from the sun too often.

Qing Huan couldn't stand it anymore, so he made a special copy for him, put it in a basket, and hung it on the pillars of the hall in order to prevent wild cats and mice from stealing it. Old man Lang touched it today, hey! Gone! Don't even think about it, it must be eaten by the little **** Shuli, and this little **** is the most greedy!

This made her judge, Qing Huan persuaded her with kind words, but the old urchin and the little urchin didn't listen, her face was pulled down suddenly, and the two of them hurriedly let go of each other, like children Stand still and don't move.

Qing Huan pointed at the corner: "Go to the wall!"

Old man Lang pouted and was very upset. He didn't forget to kick the third senior brother when he went to face the wall. The third senior brother glared at Old Man Lang with tears in his eyes.

Qing Huan helplessly stroked her forehead, these people...

When she was about to pick some wild vegetables, she suddenly heard a noise outside. There were only five of them on the mountain, and the people at the foot of the mountain only knew that there was a Taoist temple on the mountain. After a temple was built on the outskirts of the town, no one came to the Taoist temple for several years. The old man Lang was angry about this, why was the incense taken away by the bald donkeys? ! If you give them some money, they can eat better, right?

Alas, being a Taoist is hard work. He has been suffering for more than sixty years, and his heart is full.