Tree Hole Self-Rescue Guide

The night is getting darker, waiting for a star to fall on your shoulder...

The old man didn't really want to pay attention to Gu Ye, so he just gave up and closed his eyes. The stranger withdrew his sight and said, "Please do not disturb."

"Ayuan, look, he's closed his eyes again."

Gu Ye didn't get an answer from Nan Ke, so he went to harass Lin Yuan again.

"Senior, since you have been discovered, why not show yourself and have a chat. Sorry for bothering you."

Mo Zhichun did not mention the statue of the temple he saw in the yard. The kind-looking old man looked familiar. He searched in his mind but could not find the connection. After thinking about it, he decided that it could only be the memory of someone else.

The first scene that can be matched with the old man is perhaps the one where the plum blossoms are buried in the sea of ​​fire, snowflakes are flying all over the sky, and he slowly squats down, picks up the plum branches mixed with snow, wipes off the black dust with his gray Taoist robe, and says, "I'm late."

Combined with the fact that when I first met Ye Yao, Ye Yao was wearing a Taoist robe with countless patches on it, this person may have some relationship with Ye Yao.

"Senior, don't you want to see Ye Yao's current life?"

Mo Zhichun used a sad tone as if to say that Ye Yao was not having a good time.

"Since the little kid has said so, then I'll meet you. It would be best if you all step back and leave the door."

The old voice stopped spreading, and the gray statue gently raised its hands at its sides, and the broken pieces of earth fell to the ground with a rustling sound, and dust flew up in an instant. It was as if the old man was wrapped in mud and merged with the statue under the high temperature, and now he just broke out of the shell to breathe air.

Everyone had already retreated outside the door, and they all covered their mouths and noses because of the choking. I had a new understanding of the dirt and dust on the ground in the dilapidated temple. It was not because the dilapidated temple had fallen into disrepair, but because the owner of the dilapidated temple always showed up.

By the time the dust settled, the old man had been sitting cross-legged on the blanket for a long time, looking at Mo Zhichun in deep thought, muttering to himself.

"They look exactly like her, but that's not right. How old is the girl this year?"

Then he patted the seat next to him and asked Mo Zhichun to sit down.

"Hey, old man, you come up and ask someone's age instead of introducing yourself. The next question you're going to ask is whether they are married or not?"

Gu Ye has the most unconventional thoughts. He reads a lot of novels and watches TV dramas. He likes bloody and crazy plots the most. When asked about one's age in ancient times, the scene that emerged in Gu Ye's mind, who was poisoned by novels, was like this.

The old man knelt on the ground, hugged Sister Mo's thighs and acted like a spoiled child, just to introduce the younger generation in his family to Sister Mo.

"How old are you, girl? Are you married? If not, I have a suitable matchmaker, Erlang..." Balabala's mind was filled with thoughts.

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Others were used to Gu Ye's train of thought and automatically ignored it. However, Nan Ke looked at Pei Qiubai and quietly wrote the first rule of the plan to transform his elder brother in his mind: let Gu Ye read all the history books, including "Records of the Grand Historian", "Zizhi Tongjian", "Twenty-Four Histories"...

"My youngster is still a baby. I just thought the girl looked familiar. You look familiar, too."

The old man leaned forward and said to Lin Yuan who was sitting opposite him. The face in front of him suddenly came closer and bigger. Lin Yuan almost threw a fist. If Nan Ke hadn't held down his wrist, he would have been in big trouble again. He smiled apologetically at the old man and buried his head in his knees like an ostrich.

"Ayuan and I are great monsters. We can live for a long time. Has the old man seen us?"

Mo Zhichun drew the old man's attention back and did not hide the fact that he had lived for many years.

"Yes, I have. Let me tell you a story. Back then..." The old man stroked his beard and seemed ready to talk all night, but Gu Ye's stomach began to sing, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, interrupting the old man's story.

"Stop, I'm hungry, is there anything to eat?"

Gu Ye didn't want to stop, it was not like he had been hungry before. He just did physical labor every day and had little food to eat. In the world of immortals, there were pills to fill the stomach, but drinking dew would not make him a fairy, but would bring him one step closer to the underworld.

"Have you three not eaten yet?"

Pei Qiubai took out the storage ring he had taken from Ye Zhiqiu, brought out a pot of hot tea, a few plates of snacks, and a basket of fruit and placed them in front of everyone. Gu Ye snatched up a few teacups, and held the teapot to pour water for everyone.

"Everyone, fill your stomachs first and chat first. Nan Ke, come out with me for a moment."

Pei Qiubai whispered a few words in Mo Zhichun's ear and took Nan Ke to the yard.

"Brother Pei, I love you the most." Gu Ye expressed his gratitude carelessly. As long as Brother Pei is here, Sister Mo will not have to worry about food and clothing, and then he will not have to worry about food and clothing either. Hehehe, the life of a parasite has been successfully achieved.

The old man also ate a few pieces of jujube paste cakes and drank some hot tea. It was a long-lost feeling, and it was really satisfying.

"Then shall I continue?"

He looked at Gu Ye who had drunk enough water, then at Lin Yuan who was eating peach blossom pastry in small bites, and finally turned his inquiring gaze to Mo Zhichun who was peeling an orange.

"Just tell me. Those two won't be back for a while. I'll talk to them when the time comes."

Mo Zhichun carefully tore off the white veins on the orange petals, turned the orange in a circle in his palm, and then handed it to the old man.

"The oranges are a bit sour. If you don't like them, just give them to Gu Ye." Before he finished speaking, he picked up the oranges in the basket and peeled them.

"The old man likes sour food, so let's continue."

The old man was very excited. His benefactor had peeled oranges for him in the same way many years ago. It seemed that his benefactor was a god.

Many years ago, there was a boy in the village. His father went out to make a living early, and he and his grandmother depended on each other in the village. His grandmother made a living by selling vegetables.

The little boy was optimistic and cheerful by nature, and was loved by everyone. He was attracted by the majestic generals in the storyteller's stories, and promised his father that he would become a general in the future, and he would be a very good general to defend his country.

His father said that the general must learn to read, read many books, and learn many things. So the boy took the initiative to ask to go to school for enlightenment, and he went to the same school as the county magistrate's son and studied under the same teacher.

Because the boy liked it, he worked extra hard in his studies and was recognized and praised by the teacher. He was naturally happy in school and finished his homework before school was over. After returning home, he helped his grandmother take care of the vegetables in the garden, and his life went on like this.

One day the boy left home and never came back. It was a sunny day. When he left in the morning, he said at the dinner table that he would only have half a day of classes today, and he would help his grandmother buy vegetables after school, and he would definitely sell a lot of vegetables today.

Grandma ran to the school to look for the teacher, but the school was closed. The wonton stand opened by the teacher's eldest son was still standing at the door. Seeing the old lady banging on the school door anxiously, he hurried over to ask what was going on.