Huang Quan's companion

Min Yuejun is different from ordinary people. He doesn't have much time for fun, and he is not like ordinary teenagers who can go out with their parents, elders, brothers and sisters to catch up with the New Year temple fair. He practiced diligently.Qing Rong loves going down the mountain to play, but for some reason, this apprentice didn't get into his playful habit at all. He kept a straight face all day long, and when he saw him go down the mountain to play, he wanted to teach him the other way around.He thought about taking his apprentice down the mountain to play together a few times, but he lost interest after being taught too much by his apprentice, so the master and apprentice rarely traveled together comfortably.

Therefore, when he was walking outside with Min Yuejun, who had only one month's lifespan, it was rare for him, his apprentice, to show a bit of childlike bewilderment.

"Master..." Min Yuejun pinched the chestnut cake in his hand and stared blankly at Qingrong, "This...to eat on the road?"

Qing Rong stood majestically in the sun, wearing a light blue brocade dress that made his skin thin, and the unusual paleness on his face was not so conspicuous.Min Yuejun used some spells to make him appear as a mortal for three hours a day. Qingrong was used to the dark night, so she suddenly appeared in the daytime, and felt a little uncomfortable for a while.He looked at the crowd passing by calmly, and returned to Min Yuejun absent-mindedly: "Snacks, just put them in your mouth, so they don't take up your stomach."

Min Yuejun had never eaten on the street so impolitely, hesitantly opened the thin paper wrapped in chestnut cake, and saw that there was only a chestnut cake the size of a chess piece inside, which could be swallowed in two bites.He took a bite, and the mellow aroma of chestnuts and the sweetness of Chengsha stuffing were better than he had imagined. He seldom eats dim sum, and only felt that the chestnut cake was a bit sweet, but it tasted good.

Seeing his slightly frowning appearance, Qing Rong couldn't help laughing: "Is it delicious?"

Min Yuejun nodded, and put away the other half: "It's okay."

Qing Rong peeled off the tissue paper from his hand, pinched the other half and stuffed it into his mouth: "What do you do with the rest? Eat it all."

Min Yuejun's cheeks suddenly puffed up, and he couldn't help but widen his eyes. The tall man suddenly looked a little silly.

Qing Rong pursed her lips and smiled, then turned around and said, "There are small wontons over there, please have a bowl."

Min Yuejun frowned and ate the chestnut cake, followed him slowly to the wonton stand, and saw that Rong was beckoning to the boss heroically: "Boss! A bowl of wonton!"

"Okay!" The boss quickly dropped a dozen small wontons, half of his face was covered by the heat rising from the pot, the boss didn't care, he quickly took the small wontons out of the pot, pinched the dried shrimps and threw them in. He scooped it up with his big hand and put it on the table, "Guest officer, your wontons!"

Qing Rong knocked on the table with her fingers: "Give me the money."

Min Yuejun took out the money and asked, "Didn't you say you want to treat me to dinner?"

"I want to give Mingbi, but the boss is willing to accept it."

Min Yuejun asked: "Do you have Ming coins?"

"...Of course there isn't one." No one ever burned paper money for him, where did he get the money?

After the boss left, Min Yuejun said: "Didn't you mean to take me on a cloud tour? Why are you eating all the way?"

"The fun of cloud travel is nothing more than mountains, rivers, food and wine. You don't drink, so I have to take you to eat everywhere." Qingrong looked at him with her chin in her hands, and said, "I used to say that I would take you down the mountain to eat, but you refused."

Min Yuejun paused while eating the wonton, and said: "The meal cooked by the uncle and the brothers is delicious."

Qing Rong didn't understand, and it wasn't until he finished eating a bowl of wontons that he realized that Qinglian Temple's food was made by the disciples of the sect, and Min Yuejun was afraid that if he went down the mountain to open a small stove, the uncle and brother in charge of the cook would be unhappy?

This... idiot.

"It's over." Min Yuejun put down the spoon and looked up at him, "Where are we going next?"

Qing Rong asked him: "Where do you want to go?"

"Anywhere is fine, just listen to you."

What is the difference between saying this and not saying it?Qing Rong sighed and stood up: "Let's go, I'll take you to the circus."

Min Yuejun has never seen a circus, so seeing people playing monkeys, pushing pipes, spinning plates, breathing fire, and changing their eyesight is very fresh.He asked Qingrong: "Is it a spell?"

"Fancy and pleasing tricks, how can they be considered magic?" Qing Rong said with a smile, "However, if you want to practice juggling well, you need to practice hard day and night. They are all craftsmen, working hard to make a living, and to be funny."

Min Yuejun looked around, adults and children were all smiling, applauding and applauding, and those who were bolder gave some money.He also imitated those people and threw some broken silver for the performers.

It is rare to see a spectator as generous as him, and jugglers will always thank him enthusiastically, and they will perform some more difficult programs to add to the fun.

Seeing the smile on his face, Qing Rong raised the corners of her mouth to watch the excitement.

He was smiling when the beggar came to him, held out a gong and handed it forward, and said with a smile: "Young master, can you give me a few coins for your face?"

Qing Rong's sleeves were empty, her face froze.

Seeing his embarrassment, the man was also a little dazed. He didn't expect that a person dressed in such expensive clothes would be so stingy that he wouldn't even give him a reward. It's not easy to care about, just about to turn to the next person, Qing Rong called him: "Wait."

The man stopped.

Qing Rong turned sideways to rummage through Min Yuejun's purse, swiftly and without embarrassment.

The spectators were amusing and burst into laughter.

Min Yuejun looked at the lowered head in front of him, and couldn't help sighing: "Master, I'll help you."

"No need." Qing Rong pulled out a large piece of broken silver and threw it into the gong, making a crisp sound, raised her chin, and smiled slyly, "Your reward."

The man's eyes lit up, and he quickly closed the gong as if he was afraid that he would regret it, and shouted loudly: "Thank you, sir!"

Qing Rong smiled and nodded.

Min Yuejun saw that he was showing off with his own money, so he just smiled and let him go.

The two looked all the way, Min Yuejun's purse was quickly emptied by Qingrong, seeing the night, the culprit spread his hands and pretended to be innocent to him: "Do you still have any money to stay in the inn?"

Qingrong is about to turn into a ghost, so it doesn't matter if she wanders around in the wind, but Min Yuejun has a mortal body, and living in the wilderness will inevitably encounter some lonely ghosts.His mana and spiritual power are vulnerable now, and he is asking for trouble if he goes out to hang around.But he only smiled slightly: "Take you to live in the Town God's Temple."

Qing Rong was turned into an army by him, and immediately became furious: "City God's Temple is the site of beggars, you look so handsome, how dare you go and rob other people's houses!"

Min Yuejun raised his eyebrows and said: "I have a prodigal master who has spent all his money. I have no place to live, so I can only grab other people's land."

"Who's prodigal, you bastard!" Qing Rong rushed over to beat him up, but he forgot that he had a body now, not only did he not pass through, but he threw himself into Min Yuejun's arms, hitting his forehead against the hard On the chest, he cried out in pain.

Min Yuejun was hit by him and took two steps back, hugged him with both hands, and shouted in a low voice: "Master? Are you alright?"

Qing Rong raised her head and was about to scold, when a passer-by suddenly spat at them both: "Duanxiu!"

Qing Rong: "..."

With Min Yuejun's ear strength, he heard it naturally, so he asked Qingrong: "Broken sleeve?"

Qing Rong stood up straight, stared at him up and down, and suddenly found that his apprentice had grown into a tall, handsome, handsome young man with deep brows, while she died young and practiced Taoism for decades, even though she was already in her thirties. He looked no different than he was in his twenties, and his complexion was pale, and he was shorter and thinner than Min Yuejun, so wearing a brocade suit and throwing himself into his arms, there was indeed an ambiguous atmosphere that caused people to think about it.

He pushed Min Yuejun away, and when he thought of Yang Jinshu and He Tang's pair of treasures, his face darkened immediately: He and Min Yuejun wouldn't stick together like a couple of idiots.

Although He Tang always made fun of the two of them falling in love and killing each other, neither Qing Rong nor Min Yuejun thought about it.

"Duanxiu..." Min Yuejun on the side thought about it, and looked at Qingrong suspiciously, "Are we alike?"

Qing Rong slapped him in the face: "Have you been flooded with water by He Tang? What are you thinking?"

Min Yuejun laughed, and also felt that he was stupid.

Although Qing Rong didn't care about her seniority, she wasn't older or younger, but in Min Yuejun's heart, the master was still the master, who picked him up, taught him to grow up, protected him, loved him, pampered him, and left his master .

"Let's go, let's take you to find a cave to spend the night." Qing Rong walked forward quickly, the soles of her feet were blown by the wind, and her body gradually became blurred.

Min Yuejun knew that the time had come, so he quickened his pace to catch up.

As the lights gradually turned on at night, Qing Rong's body gradually became transparent, turning into a ghost that only he could see.

The people around watched him eagerly chasing him on the street in amazement. The lights on both sides formed two orange-red streamers in the corners of his eyes. The dark pupils seemed to be burning with flames. Qing Rong swayed in front of him and stared at He looked at it and said with a smile, "Min Daoist, you've lost your composure."

Min Yuejun slowed down, sulked, pursed his lips and refused to speak.

Qingrong had a mean mouth, and asked around him: "Why? Afraid that I would run away? If you don't have spiritual strength and physical strength, you can't do it? Let you dare to go to the underworld! Also, I haven't married a wife for so many years. Look around, how many children are there? The girl is peeping at you, and you don't even say that you smile at the little girl, you don't understand the fun at all."

Min Yuejun said with a cold face: "Didn't the master say that I am destined to have no wife, so why bother with a good girl?"

Qing Rong was choked by him, and she really dug out that little joke from her memory.

"Master, you are right. I am not destined to be married, and I am doomed to be lonely." Min Yuejun smiled slightly, "But the master also has no wife and no children, and our master and apprentice are very similar. If you want to marry a wife, I will follow Yang Jinshu's parents, How about finding someone to tell you a secret kiss?"

"Fuck off! Am I the same as Yang Jinshu? That bookworm of his wants to find a wife, but I don't want to!" Qing Rong snorted rather disdainfully, "Excellent!"

However, the worthless Yang Jinshu did get his wife, but he was alone.

About to go out of the city, someone set up a stage in the distance, and someone babbled and sang stories about gifted scholars and beautiful ladies.

Qing Rong listened attentively, and suddenly heard a familiar word:

There are wood in the mountains and branches in the wood, and the heart is happy and the king does not know.

He turned back suddenly, looked at Min Yuejun, and asked, "Did you hear that?"

"What?" Min Yuejun didn't understand.

"your name."

Min Yuejun turned his ears to listen, but he heard a sad woman's sorrow, and was about to say that he didn't hear it, but the woman who listened to the song changed the lyrics and sang mournfully: "There are trees in the mountains, and there are branches in the trees, and the heart is in the king's heart." Xi... do you know?"

Your heart pleases you... I don't know.

Your heart pleases you.

Do you know?

He raised his eyes to look at Qingrong, but he heard his master listen to the song with slightly frowned eyebrows, with a slight smile on his face, and said softly: "I named you that name because I heard this song in the tavern. Duan Quzi, I picked you up, I named you Yue Jun, I hope you will be favored by thousands of people, and someone will like you."

He suppressed his smile, and looked at his apprentice with some complexity: "A word is a proverb."

Although Min Yuejun's life was full of ups and downs, the only thing he didn't lack was love.

He is protected by his master and uncle, pampered by his master, spoiled by his brothers, and loved by the disciples of Qinglian Temple.

Even if he dies in the future, some people will burn money to visit his grave.

I don't know how stronger than Qingrong is.

Min Yuejun stretched out his hand, gently brushed Qingrong's eyes with his fingertips, and said in a daze, "Master, do you want to cry?"

Qing Rong scolded with a smile: "How can a ghost cry? Are you stupid?"

After speaking, he flew forward: "If you don't leave, the cave will be taken by wild beasts!"

Min Yuejun listened to the tune for a while, but the words had changed.

He hurried to catch up, thinking in his heart: If he meets Qing Rong at this age, he will definitely ask Qing Rong a word.

"Do you like me?"

Because no one would be as stupid as Qing Rong, using other people's love words to please him.

(End of the article)