I have nothing but luck

The national teacher is not afraid of anything, but he really loves his mother from the bottom of his heart.

But this can not blame him.Everyone in the village, from the eighty-year-old talkative aunt who feeds chickens and melon seeds all day long, to the eighteenth-year-old young and strong brother next door who can carry a cow on one shoulder, no one is not afraid of this obviously beautiful Dust, the weak willow and the wind, just fell from the sky and the king of the mountain is like a woman who occupies the mountain as the king.

Of course, it's really puzzling why such a strange woman, who is so cultivated, magnanimous and beautiful, can't do well where she can be put, and why she can't think about running to this small place where cats and dogs don't go.

Therefore, when the national teacher was going to ask his mother to ask her to teach Ji Xian one more time, he was actually pretending to be calm, feeling agitated, wondering if his mother would beat him up and throw him out of the room the next moment. .

The national teacher weighed it over and over again in his heart, and finally gritted his teeth and made a decision.

It's better to be thrown out of the house in his mother's hands and be ashamed than to run to Ji Xian in despair and admit defeat.

Even the national teacher himself didn't quite know whether he was unwilling to be ashamed in front of Ji Xian, or whether he was unwilling to disappoint the hopeful young man in his eyes when he heard it.

That idea may be very small and light, and he cunningly borrowed other faces to disguise himself, but it really firmly occupied a place in the heart of the national teacher.

Unexpectedly, His Royal Highness the Saintess of Xihuang glanced at the national teacher with a half-smile, and said in a non-committal tone: "You can bear to ask me now. I see that every time you look at the field, I thought you were going to speak next moment."

The national teacher, who was mercilessly stripped off his underwear by his own mother, just stood there, unable to think of anything to say to appease his respect.

After the saintess stripped off the national teacher's underpants, it was rare for her to let him go mercifully, and said with a smile: "I think that child is very good, not only is he cultivated at the bottom, but he will definitely change the world in the future. , unlike you, who is ashamed to show off, I have a bright face when I teach."

The national teacher no longer wants to growl and shake the shoulders of the saint, asking who is his real son. Could it be that Ji Xian has been separated from her for many years, but he still didn't ask in the end.

His heart was very tired, so tired that he couldn't move, he just wanted to be quiet.

So the next day, Ji Xian, who was called to the Saintess by the national teacher with a stinking face, didn't know why, so he was confused because the national teacher called him a brother and brother the day before, and the day after that, he wanted to cut off his robe and draw his sword. .

But a genius is always a genius.

In the future, the holy land will eventually cross the threshold of the holy land.

Ji Xianru, who met the saint, was a rare pearl that had been buried in the rubble and dust for a long time, and was recognized by a caring person with a sharp point of light, and picked it up lovingly and wiped away all the dust.

The light shines brightly, shocking the world.

At the same time, the national teacher was also the one who was surprised by Ji Xian's astonishing progress, and his drive to be unwilling to lose face in front of Ji Xian drove him to sweep away his old inertia. More swords, who sleeps less posture.

It's just that Ji Xian is accustomed to living in adversity, but the national teacher is desperate. After a while, the lower eye sockets are blue, and he yawns when he listens to the saintess.

Ji Xian persuaded him very reluctantly: "Don't be so desperate, anyway, you don't plan to go out of the village to have a look outside, there is no need."

Just kill the wild boar, why bother?

But Ji Xian is different. Outside there is a whole world waiting for him like a real prehistoric beast in ancient times, ready to open his mouth to devour him at any time, and he can't live without desperately.

Although there is a possibility of desperately trying to die, in the eyes of the young Ji Xian, desperately dying to death is more than ups and downs, drifting with the flow and losing all moral integrity, and then waiting for a knife from the sky to fall on his head Be decent.

The national teacher didn't know which sentence he stepped on his tail, so he glared at him angrily and went out. When he left, the door slammed with a loud "click".

Ji Xian sat in the room in bewilderment, thinking about what he said that made him angry, silently put it back in the small notebook and waited for it to be determined not to say it in the future.

The national teacher happened to be caught by the saint.

At this time, the holy girl no longer looked like a mountain king who raised eyebrows at the national teacher. She stood beside the gurgling stream and among the hills surrounded by greenery. In the middle, it was also arched like the wide sleeves of a fairy concubine, wrapped in silk.

It was rare that she didn't throw the national teacher three miles away to make him reflect, and asked her softly and pleasantly: "Are you unhappy that I treat Ji Xian so well?"

This time it is the national teacher's turn to wonder and scratch his head: "Wait a minute, why am I wondering about this? Since you were young, you have to be nice to the kid who lives next door with a runny nose. If I'm jealous of this, I'll be jealous of that too. Isn't it okay?" Did you find a rope to hang yourself early?"

At any rate, Ji Xian should be more handsome and considerate than that kid with a runny nose, right?

How can he be so stingy, and find it boring for himself to get angry?

It's just Ji Xian's inadvertent words, just to remind the national teacher that he and Ji Xian are people in two worlds, and they have to be separated.

At that time, he will still stay in this small village until the end of his life. He will be the king of the mountain just like his mother, protecting the people who grew up with him and dying together. Even if Ji Xian, who returned from the brocade clothes inside, lived up to the acquaintance, even if it had a beginning and an end.

Of course, it is more likely that Ji Xian and countless dead bones died in the bloody storm outside for no reason, or when he was dressed in brocade clothes, he was already rich and happy, and he didn't even remember taking him in when he was in a state of distress. his little village.

The national teacher kept reflecting on why he had itchy hands to pick him up when he saw Ji Xian. It would be better to just let him fend for himself, and there wouldn't be so many later.

There will be no Tai|Zhou of the Northern Zhou Dynasty who is alone in the ages, and there will be no national teacher who said that complexity is very complicated. I don’t know whether I am willing or not. I am swept up and down in 200 years of waves. Simply give Ji Xian the rest of his life to clean up the mess.

Unsurprisingly, the national teacher was rolled a long way by the saintess's sleeves, and hurriedly stood up and ran to the saintess.

The saint said slowly: "I treat him well for a reason."

The national teacher suddenly realized: "Because he looks good!"

Then he touched his face again, and said aggrievedly: "But I'm not bad looking!"

The saint raised her eyebrows lightly, and rolled her sleeves again.

The national teacher was thrown out for the second time.

After the national teacher who was not surprised ran back panting, the saint cut straight to the point: "I will tell you the truth, Ji Xian is supposed to be the savior of the world."

The national teacher sighed with sincerity this time, from the bottom of his heart: "I never thought that you would value these false names, Aunt."

Like a silly white sweet who worships superheroes.

Maybe he didn't want to wait for the national teacher to run away for the third time. The saint didn't throw him out, but turned to face him with a flick of her sleeves:

"I haven't mentioned it to you. My people owe a lot to this world. I am very angry, but I can't beat my father and brother, and I can't change the minds of my people. I can only run out when they are not paying attention, and change their appearance. Incognito."

I don't know if it's because the person who can give birth to the four spiritual energy machines can't be a person with messy and turbid blood, or because the saint has such a heavy responsibility, everyone in Xihuang closely guards her and raises her so that she doesn't know the world——

There was such a saint who had never been seen in thousands of years and made Xihuang face ashamed.

She has different blood from her father and brother, so naturally she has different ideas from her father and brother.

"Half of the chaos in the world was provoked by my people. I live a very selfish life. I don't want to kill the culprit, and I don't want to join the troubled world to bring peace to the world. I just want to quietly protect one side with the one I love. The small mountain village that is not exposed to wind and rain has passed through a lifetime quietly."

Sometimes the saint would laugh at herself and think that even if she boasted that she shed blood differently from the desolate people, she still couldn't cover up her own cold-blooded cruelty.

After all, different routes lead to the same goal.

"But I still have some sense of shame. Now that I have met Ji Xian, who is destined to be so good, I will try my best to teach him. If I can teach him a little more, it can be considered as self-deception, and my conscience is somewhat comforted."

The national teacher did not know the origin of the saint.

When he was a child, he liked to pester the saint girl to ask questions. At that time, the saint girl was not bored by him so much that she lost her patience. Seeing his mother's beautiful and dignified demeanor, the national teacher secretly thought that A Niang was really like the old dynasty that was told in the story ten thousand years ago. princess.

The saint smiled and patted him on the head, coaxing him to say that she jumped out of the cracks in the rocks, without father, mother, relatives, or reason, and was born to see through the world and have superb cultivation.

After hearing the truth today, the national teacher wished he had never heard of it.

Later, the national teacher thought countless times what would have happened if the saint hadn't been excited back then, and wanted to reveal it to herself.

He may stay in the village until his old age, like his mother, supporting generations of old and young in the village to live without knowing what year it will be. After feeding the chickens and ducks and returning to the house safely, he will die on the bed with a smile on his face.

There might be a letter on the small table next to the bed that the master read over and over again, which is the last letter sent by Ji Xian.

Thinking of the end, Northern Zhou's national teacher just laughed.

Even if the saint never hinted at her own life experience.

At that time, he would quietly pack up his bags at night and chase Ji Xian away.

It can only be said that it was fate.

The saint stood there looking at the running figure of the national teacher, feeling lost and retracting the hand she wanted to put on his shoulder.

She had a faint feeling in her heart that the national teacher's escape would only lead her further and further away, and she would never be able to return to the past.

That night, the national teacher was so depressed that he picked up three big bowls of rice by himself, which made Ji Xian not full.

Ji Xian didn't have the time to take care of his hungry stomach, but was very nervous. The national teacher said, "What's the matter with you recently? But what's the matter?"

The national teacher swallowed the last mouthful of food with difficulty: "There is nothing important, before going out, it is necessary to eat a few more meals."

Hearing Ji Xian say that the world outside is so scary that he can't get enough to eat.

It is a fool not to raise more fat when you can eat enough.

It made Ji Xian confused and didn't know why.

"Nothing!" The national teacher waved his hand and asked him in a loud voice, "Do you still count on what you promised to cover me before?"

He has learned from the Holy Maiden, and of course he has to help the Holy Maiden with things she cannot accomplish.

Tsk, this is not good.One is one, two is two, a dignified man, think more simply, don't make this moment so complicated all day long.

The answer was a louder answer: "Do the math!"

This is not the end.The national teacher thought to himself.

They laughed and made a fuss, and the young man was bright and handsome, with high spirits.

Two years later, the saint stood at the entrance of the village to send them down the mountain, and told the national teacher: "No matter what, I will always be here waiting for you to go home."

The national teacher didn't know that this was a farewell, and he had nowhere to go when he wanted to go back to his hometown to express his gratitude.

So, like all young people who are fledgling and not afraid of tigers, he waved his hands away and tried his best to go down the mountain with a burden on his back.