After crossing the road, I married the leader of the demon sect

"You're really good at it!" The old drunkard grabbed Yue Heng's tightly wrapped hand, hating iron for being weak, "If you don't look at you for a day, will you cause trouble?"

Yue Heng lowered his face, as if he knew he was wrong.

In the next room, the old doctor locked the jade box, and handed the wine gourd engraved with the word "Yue Heng" to the old drug boy.

"Give it to him."

"Yes, doctor."

Inside the house, Yue Heng blinked and asked, "Then I don't need to clean the tank these days?"

"Hmm." The old drunk squeezed out a sound from his throat.

"Yeah—it's okay." Yue Heng tried his best to keep his face sullen, not to show an excited expression.

The old drunk dropped his hand and shook his head.

"Is there nothing else to do if you don't clean the tank? I have discussed with the old scholar some time ago, and I will send you to study with him. You hurt your hand but not your brain. Our brains are so smart, so we can't give the teacher a champion. Come back?" The old drunkard joked, and patted Yueheng on the head with a smile, his eyes flashed a little smugly.

I can't cure you anymore, and you can hurt your hands by wiping the tank. You have to cure his unpredictable temper!

Yue Heng couldn't hide his happiness, and his eyes suddenly stiffened, like a lightning strike.

read, read?Is this a burden he should bear at his age?

The old drug boy stepped over the threshold, walked into the house, hung the gourd around Yue Hengnao's neck, and said, "He needs to read some books, and he won't be the number one scholar. At least he must know the truth that an egg cannot hit a rock."

The old drunkard nodded, pointed at the old drug boy and said to Yue Heng: "Look how stable the old drug boy is, look at you."

Yue Heng made a grimace, without blushing and pretending to be tender, and said with a child's skin: "I am a child, I am so much younger than him."

He pinches his fingers.

"A child should act like a child, read and obey, especially what Master says." Old Yaotong said.

"Whose kid cleans the wine jar all day!" Yue Heng was carried out of bed by the old drunkard, and he shook his head at the old drug boy as he walked.

Brother, I misunderstood you, comparison will hurt friendship.

The old drug boy closed the door expressionlessly.

Who has friendship with you.

The person whom the old alcoholic brought to teach Yue Heng was named Old Scholar, and Yue Heng only met him once.

Yue Heng recalled the appearance of the old scholar, he only remembered that he was slender, with a pink complexion, often wore green clothes and hats, and spoke slowly and gracefully.If you put the skirt of the old tit on him, it's like a pair of sisters.

——The old tit was the one who mended Yue Heng's pockets before, and later wore skirts more beautiful than women.

Yue Heng found out later that he not only likes to pretend to be a woman, but grandma, grandpa, general and scholar... Only you can't think of it, without him, he couldn't pretend to be. There was another time when he was naked and wrapped in grass leaves, with flowers and plants on his head for Yue Heng. After eating rice, Yue Heng was so frightened that he opened his mouth and called Master.

The old tit told him that he was pretending to be a free wild flower in the forest.

Yue Heng didn't know if he was free, but the old drunk beat him up freely.Since then, when old tits dress themselves up, they are all in the range of clothes.

Yue Heng's thoughts wandered, he didn't notice that the old drunkard stopped, and he bumped into it again.

——Wait, why?

Yue Heng rubbed his head, suddenly pleasantly surprised.

"Master, your leg has softened, I didn't even hurt it." Yue Heng said happily.

The old drunkard snorted, pulled his sleeve, and threw him into the old scholar's arms, "I leave it to you, watch him."

The old scholar smiled slightly, skillfully circling the pen in his hand, and it stopped on his slender fingertips.

"Don't worry." His voice was low and soft, and just hearing his voice, he felt that this person was very easy to bully.

Yue Heng thought with ink on his forehead.

Also, no wonder he always wears black clothes, that's why.

That's it!

Yue Heng nodded, and the ink on his eyelashes landed on his swollen stomach with a "click".

"Ah, how did this happen!" The old scholar's exquisite peach blossom eyes slightly opened, and he rolled up his sleeves in panic to wipe Yue Heng's face.

You ask me?

Yue Heng tried to warn him with his eyes against his face that had become dark after wiping, but unfortunately, only the whites of his eyes, which covered the bright black pupils, remained unstained.The old scholar only saw his big eyeballs turning back and forth on the black cake.

"Puchi." The old scholar smiled softly and whispered, "Let's go, I'll take you to wash your face."

The old scholar is really not a person who can take care of others.

Yue Heng sat at the desk with a black face on his face. In the old scholar's house, there were water tanks, basins and buckets, wherever there was water, they were soaked with ink.The flamboyant straw paper was thrown everywhere, and when I looked up, there were papers hanging on the beams of the house and the branches of the windows for some reason.

——The mountain of books has roads as paths.

"Xuehai Wuya, turning back is the shore." Yue Heng held a brush in his uninjured hand, and his face looked like he was eating ten bitter melons.

The old scholar's snow-white fingertips touched his smooth chin, his delicate face was slightly wrinkled, and he muttered: "Where do we start?"

The old scholar was ordered to teach Yueheng how to read and write.

However, he is not a good teacher, and Yue Heng is not a good student.

When the old scholar slapped the thick "University" and "Historical Records" on the table, Yue Heng's legs that could not reach the ground stopped shaking, his dark face had no expression, and his eyes trembled.

read, read this?

The old scholar opened the pages of the book, with a happy smile on his face, and read in a slow voice.The obscure ancient prose was read by his soft voice, as if someone held a soft pillow that had been basked in the sun and put it in Yue Heng's ear, coaxing him to say: "Go to sleep, what a wonderful lullaby."

A quarter of an hour later, the old scholar sighed, with red eyes and tears in his eyes, admiring the philosophy in the book.

"Bang." Yue Heng slammed his head on the table, and the pen in his hand rolled "Gululu" under the table, "Hiss——"

There was a white line of saliva at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were blurred, "Hey, is the meal ready?"

Old scholar: "..."

The old scholar thinks this is not okay.Since the old drunkard entrusted Yue Heng to him, he trusted his old scholar's knowledge!Trust his abilities!If Yue Heng cannot be educated to become a talent, how can he be worthy of the trust of the old alcoholic!

The old scholar gave up the thick books on his fingers after learning from the pain, and decided to lead Yueheng to open the door of poetry.

Beside the desk, Yue Heng scratched his neck with his ink-stained paws and kicked his legs impatiently, "Old scholar, when are we going to have a break?"

"Rest? Learning how to rest!" The voice of the old scholar suddenly raised an octave.

"Ah..." When it's over, there's no one to take a breather.

Yue Heng was about to suffocate to death in the ocean of knowledge.

"Gululu——" Yue Heng's stomach called out slowly, and he immediately sat up straight, "I'm hungry, do you want dinner?"

The old scholar turned the brush lightly in his hand, and sprinkled Yue Heng's ink again, "Didn't you just eat it just now? Recite today's poem first."

just?What time was it, morning?Yue Heng stretched his neck and looked at the sun in the middle of the sky.

Yue Heng lowered the corner of his mouth, and was forced to stay in the house and follow the old scholar to read, "One trip two or three miles, there are four or five houses in Yancun, six or seven pavilions, and the pig's head shoots cucumbers."

"Huh?" The old scholar suspected that he had heard wrong.Look at Yue Heng again, holding the brush and sitting obediently looking at himself.

The old scholar tilted his head.

So the old scholar taught Yue Heng again, "Goose, goose, song to the sky."

Yue Heng was weak and said, "Fuck, chicken, go back to the casserole."

The old scholar: "..." He squinted his eyes, and there seemed to be a murderous look in his eyes.

The hairs on Yue Heng's back stood up for a moment, and then fell slowly.

Am I hallucinating from hunger?Yue Heng grimaced and thought, he looked sleepy, looking like he couldn't lift his spirits up.

The old scholar said in the last sentence "Young and strong don't work hard", and his next sentence follows "Go home and pick chestnuts".

"Born from the same root."

"I want to eat you first."

"The sky is dark and wild."

"Steamed beef bone lamb."

Old scholar: "..."

Old scholar: "..."

"Heh." The old scholar's beautiful face suddenly sank, like dark clouds rolling in from the sky, he gently put down the book in his hand, and stroked away the wrinkles.Bow your head and grab your sleeves.

Yue Heng: "!"

"Aw! Aww! Aww!"

"Disrespect to sages! Disrespect to poetry! You are not worthy of reading and writing!" The old book blushed angrily, opened the door with Yue Heng in his arms, and threw it out.

Yue Heng rolled into the haystack by the door with his head in his arms, his face still full of surprise.

At the door, the old scholar pointed at Yue Heng's butt and cursed: "How did the book offend you? You are an insult to the sage! You are not worthy of reading!"

"boom--"

The old scholar slammed the door shut.

In the village, people who heard the movement gathered.

Yue Heng lay on the ground, his face gradually filled with embarrassment, he pursed his lips, blinked for a while, trying to suppress the heat in his eyes, stood up, patted his buttocks, and shouted: "I didn't ask you to teach me!"

"They used to beg me to read the book! I'm still not willing to read it!"

Before Yueheng died, he was still a teenager. His family had a big business, and his parents were not often around. The only hope for him was to grow up safely. It would be better if he had some future.But they were busy with work and couldn't be by his side. Every time the test results came out, they were always accompanied by a considerable amount of pocket money.

"Xiaoheng scored 59 points in the math test this time, work harder next time, and he will pass!"

"It's not that Xiaoheng is not smart, it must be that there is a problem with the teaching method of this tutor, can we change it?"

Yue Heng gritted his teeth, kicked the stone away, and snorted coldly, "What's the use of studying well, you can't live when you're damned. Hmph!"

He clenched his fists and rushed towards the wine forest like a short-tempered calf.

Behind him, several people winked at each other and followed him until he ran into the high wall by himself, and then turned his head and locked the door angrily.

Shangou Village suddenly fell silent.

A tip of the moon slowly climbed up from the sky, and the light blue night covered the world.

The old drunkard jumped off the cliff, squatted outside the tree house, and knocked on the door.

"I heard that you offended the old scholar with the best temper in our village?"

"Bang!" Something in the room hit the wall.

"You have a bad temper." The old drunk laughed loudly, "I can't say enough about you?"

"He beat me and threw me out!" Yue Heng hid under the quilt in a low voice and complained, "He's not my master, why should he beat my ass?"

"Does that mean you didn't study hard with him?" the old drunkard asked back.

Yue Heng was silent.

"Are you reading and writing with him, are you your wife?" The old drunkard sat on the branch of a tree, took a sip from the wine gourd, and said with a smile: "The little thing probably hates me in his heart."

"Old man, I'm obviously a child of a wealthy family, but you picked me up in such a poor ditch, and threw me with a group of weird people. Maybe the monsters in the deep mountains and old forests are trying to do something to me! "The old drunkard said in a shrill voice.

Yue Heng licked his lips, blushed a little, and said: "I, I didn't say that!"

"Hmph." The old drunkard played with the gourd in his hand, took off a branch and pinched it on his fingertips, "I've drank more wine than you have ever drank water, and you still don't see how thoughtful you are?"

"You drink every day, of course you drink more water than I ever drink."

"Crack." The old drunk broke off the branch in his hand.

"Little boy, with sharp teeth and sharp mouth, lawless." The old drunkard sighed, "Smart..."

Yue Heng had no reason to feel that the old drunkard had something to say, and he was afraid that he would think too much.He opened the window, revealing a crack, looking at the old alcoholic with dark eyes on his dark face, "Master, why did you accept me as an apprentice?"

The old drunkard gave him a sideways look, and was almost frightened by his appearance: "Your face—forget it."

"Naturally, you and I are destined."

Can you accept disciples casually if you have a destiny?

Yue Heng looked around.The bed made by the old craftsman for the tree house, the clothes made by the old tailor for the bedding, the flowers sent by the old gardener and the paintings sent by the old scholar...

There are also meals delivered to myself in rotation every day.

Yue Heng scratched his head, regretting being rude to the old scholar today.He was obviously someone he hadn't known for long, but he relied on his childish appearance, relying on the favor of these people to put his nose on the face... The more persistent he felt, the more regretful he was.

Seeing his black head resting on the window sill, the old drunkard smiled and said, "Look at you."

"The old scholar has a good temper, but there is only one thing. Books are more important than his life. It's rare that you can annoy him."

"Don't talk about Master, I know I was wrong." Yue Heng corrected when he knew his mistake, "I will apologize to the old scholar tomorrow."

"Okay, if you know you are wrong, you will be saved. Don't think too much, drink the medicine and sleep well." The old drunkard pointed to the gourd hanging around Yueheng's neck.

"medicine?"

Yue Heng held up the gourd and shook it to his ear, the sound of the water in the gourd was rippling, he hadn't opened it since he came out of Lao Youyi's house, it turned out to be medicine?

Yue Heng muttered a few words in his heart, opened the lid, poured it into his mouth unprepared, and then his face flushed and wrinkled.

The old drunkard had quick hands and eyes, and covered his mouth.

"Eh huh huh huh huh!"

Why is there wine in it!Who pours alcohol into the medicine!

Yue Heng's eyes complained, and the next second he rolled his eyes and fell into the quilt.

The old drunk clapped his hands and closed the window.

"Sleep well, apprentice."