Old Gong always wants to feed me fat

When he woke up the next day, Cang Doushan found that his mouth was swollen, with a red rash around his mouth, which was very itchy.

Weisheng laughed while applying the medicine to him, and the laughter became more and more wild, which made Cang Doushan so angry that he chased him to beat him.

"I didn't intend to anger you, you are really funny, hahahahahaha!"

Cang Doushan was furious: "You dog, get lost!"

"Stop talking, I want to laugh even more when you talk." Weisheng laughed so hard that his whole body twitched, "It should be Qingmang's fault, don't eat it from now on, I will eat it all hahahahahaha!"

"A dog can't eat you to death."

Cangdoushan was so angry that he had a headache. He used to eat whatever he wanted, and he never tabooed it. It would be bad to eat a mango with this body, but mango is his favorite food!

Angry and aggrieved, he scratched the red rash around his mouth, and Weisheng held him down: "Don't scratch it, don't scratch it, don't scratch it again, if you scratch it, you'll lose your appearance, and it won't look good."

But it was really itchy, it was difficult to open my mouth, and I was so wronged.Weisheng squatted down and looked up at him, and said with a smile, "Oh, are you crying?"

"As far as the dog rolls, you are blind, why am I crying!"

"Hey, don't be angry, your dog loves you." Weisheng put a piece of ice cubes on his mouth, "Is it comfortable?"

Cang Doushan hummed, but didn't speak.

For the next few days, Cangdoushan stayed at home and didn't go out, and he stayed for half a month.

He entered the realm of black and white several times in a row, and once he even saw a corner of the face of Goddess Xi He, and woke up drenched in sweat.

Similarly, Weisheng's practice also ran into trouble.

But he dared not tell Candou Mountain.

Most of his spiritual power originated from the Black Sea, but as his power became stronger, the calm Black Sea changed.

At the end of the Black Sea, an arc of white light slowly emerges, the curve is round and round, as if the moon is rising from the sea.

But the moon of the Black Sea is astonishingly large, unnaturally large.Most of the horizon reflects its light.

He entered the Black Sea again and again, and the moon rose up little by little.Judging by its exposed arc, the giant moon will fully rise and will be able to occupy most of the sky over the Black Sea.

Most of the sky is full of the moon.

Weisheng was very disturbed, but there was nothing he could do.

He has a deep bond with the Black Sea, and he will enter the Black Sea almost as soon as he sleeps, and there is no way to avoid it.

When he entered the Black Sea today, he was taken aback. The moon was rising rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, more than twice as fast as usual!

The gloomy sky of the Black Sea became brighter and brighter. The moonlight pierced through the sea water for a long time. Thousands of brilliant light spots floated on the sea surface, and the depths where the moonlight could not see through were black and red.

"Wow!" Weisheng jerked violently and woke up suddenly.

Cangdoushan was practicing under the moonlight, when he heard the noise, he raised his eyelids and said, "You have been swearing just now."

"...Ah, is it?"

"I'm still grinding my teeth, it's always ringing."

"Oh..." Weisheng's face was a little troubled, and he was very sleepy. After sleeping, his brain hurts and he was tired. He fell on the bed with a bang, and sighed a long time: "Hey——"

Although he lay down, he didn't dare to sleep. He was afraid of seeing the giant moon in the Black Sea again, so his eyes were wide open.

Cangdoushan finished his day's homework, stretched his arms and prepared to go back to sleep: "Aren't you going to sleep?"

"You sleep."

Cang Doushan lay down, closed his eyes, breathed evenly, and wondered if he fell asleep.

Weisheng lay down for a while, really bored.He simply got up, stepped on the ground with his bare feet, and took a look at the ice mirror. The ice inside had already melted.

He had nothing to do, so he walked out of the house lightly. The moon outside was a small piece, not very yellow, like a small moon cake.

Thinking of moon cakes makes him hungry and wants to eat supper.

Of course, it is impossible to call Cangdoushan up for supper, he can only cook wontons and fried rice with eggs.

How about something to eat?Weisheng walked to the kitchen, the more he thought about it, the hungrier he became, and the more he was hungry, the more entangled. When he was about to get to the kitchen, he decided to eat fried rice with eggs. There were some little roses left in the workshop, and they could be broken and crushed to add to the fried rice.Who else in the world would eat like this, he couldn't help but feel complacent.

Pushing open the kitchen door, there was a slap inside, and a bowl shattered.

"Hoo! Hoo hoo!" The old man huddled in the corner roared like a beast, his body arched like a leopard preying on someone.

Weisheng was stunned for a long time, then subconsciously looked at his wrist, there was a long iron chain there, the chain was blessed with mana and unbreakable spell by Candou Mountain, ten cows couldn't stop pulling it.

It didn't break, it was wrapped around the old man's body layer by layer, and the big iron anchor at the end hung on his back.

Can't afford to offend.

Weisheng raised his index finger: "Shhh—"

The old man's eyes were still fierce, staring at him firmly, Weisheng said kindly: "We have no enmity, right? I'm hungry too, so come in and make something to eat."

The old man panted heavily, watching Weisheng stand on tiptoe, took out the ice cream locked in the cupboard, opened the lid of the ice plate, there were some leftovers from the day, a box of eggs, sizzling Air-conditioning.

"It doesn't matter if you're full after eating steamed buns, it's better to eat hot, right? Make room for me, I'm going to make a fire."

The old man didn't let him go, Weisheng squeezed past him sideways on tiptoe, picked up a handful of firewood and straw, lit a fire and heated a pan, broke up the leftovers, poured a little oil and water.Originally, he wanted to chop chopped green onion, but when he thought about adding small roses, he didn't chop it. He smashed three eggs and fried it, then covered it and stewed it.He stood on tiptoe and carefully squeezed past the old man, rushed to the workshop and grabbed a small bag of roses, came back quickly, rubbed them together, and there was a rain of roses.

Stir-fry evenly, and the aroma of roses is tangy.The small roses purchased in the workshop are famous products of Komaga. They are petite and have a strong aroma, and the aroma is even stronger after being roasted. It has always been the best spice for making rose tea or makeup powder.

Weisheng tried a bite, um... the aroma is strong, but the taste is really not good, it might as well be served with chopped green onions.

Weisheng looked at the old man, squatted down, and asked softly, "Do you want to eat?"

The power of food is great. The old man still bows his waist and maintains a posture of violent attack at any time, but his eyes are no longer hostile. He glanced at the red fried rice with rose eggs, grabbed the bowl and buried his face in it, and ate it madly .

My... fried rice... Weisheng's heart hurts so much that he can't breathe.

Although it doesn't taste good and looks weird, it's the rice he stirs up for supper...

The old man finished his meal with a few huffs, dropped the bowl, and stared straight at Weisheng. Weisheng yelled something was wrong, and they stared at each other for a long time. After the fire was heated up, they were placed in front of the old man one by one.The old man was sputtering again, and licked a few vegetable bowls clean.

"Look, there's no egg fried rice, and there's no food either. Old man, you should be full, right?"

The old man curled up and didn't even hum.

Weisheng only ate two mouthfuls of rice, and was half-starved, so he washed the dishes resignedly and prepared to go back.

The old man rushed out, faster than a rabbit and an eagle.

Being able to run so fast with a heavy iron chain on his body shocked Weisheng, and he was afraid that he would go outside and beat people madly, so he quickly followed.

The old man ran to the lotus pond.In the lotus pond in the middle of the courtyard of Huxianju, there grows a clump of lotus, which thrives even if no one takes care of it on weekdays. Under the lotus, there is a group of small goldfish, and only Candou Mountain will feed it when there is nothing to do.

The old man lay on the side of the stone railing, leaned down most of his body, reached out and caught a goldfish, and put it in his mouth to bite and devour it.

Mom!

Weisheng looked at it in shock, with one thought in his mind: Isn't it fishy?

And there is not much meat in the goldfish!

One goldfish was not enough to fit between his teeth, so the old man caught another one, and the blood on his hand fell into the pond. The pond was full of goldfish swimming in panic, and the lotus leaves kept shaking.

After eating two goldfish raw, the old man sat leaning against the stone railing for a while, then suddenly jumped up and kicked and punched in the courtyard.

Weisheng was stunned again.

The big iron chain of one hundred catties seemed to be as light as nothing. The old man flexed his fists and feet, and the iron anchor was thrown back and forth, but it didn't make too much noise. Instead, it made a rhythmic rhythm with his movements, like Playing a piece of music.

The iron chain has no ability to restrain him, and it seems to become the colorful silk fluttering on the dancer's body on his body.

He stared blankly for a long time. After the old man finished one set, he played another set, and Xiexie started to play the third set.

At some point, Hu Le came out quietly and looked at him from the other side of the patio. He took a look and felt that it was more important to watch the old man punch. He waited patiently for the old man to finish his activities, and staggered back to the house.

Hu Li led him into the house.Weisheng leaned against the pillar, waiting for him to come out.

After waiting for a while, he really came out with his head down.

"You already knew that, didn't you?"

Hu Liao said: "I can't hold him with iron chains, it's for showing others, otherwise I won't be able to stay here at all, and it's the same here."

Weisheng rubbed his forehead, Hu Liao and the old man lived in Huxian for some time, the old man didn't see him come out a few times, let alone caused trouble, it was a bit unreasonable for Xingshi to ask the blame at this time.

"Then let's not talk about this issue. You should know that he came out to eat at night, right? Why didn't you make the food in advance? And he eats raw goldfish..." Thinking about it made him feel a little nauseous.

Hu Liao felt dejected: "I don't know what's going on, he will definitely not eat the supper I made, and insists on going outside to steal something to eat. He is extremely stubborn and refuses to change."

Weisheng had nothing to say, and after thinking for a long time, he choked out a sentence: "He comes out to punch every day?"

"Yes." Hu Liao said: "I fought with him, but he didn't respond, so I just recognized him as my master."

"Is that so..." Weisheng was suddenly moved.

Cangdoushan taught him mostly spells, and he also thought about buying a flying sword to play with, flying with the sword, killing thousands of miles, how majestic!

But Cangdou Mountain poured a basin of cold water on him, his Xihe sect is mainly based on Dharma cultivation, and flying with the sword is sword cultivation.Sword cultivators are the most powerful and have the largest number, so the impression given to ordinary people is that all cultivators must have a sword, but it is not always the case.

Sword cultivators are very powerful in combat, but they are of little benefit to walking on the Dao. Swordsmanship is also recognized as the most difficult to practice among the Dao, even harder than wielding a sword. In the world of cultivating immortals, there are very few sword cultivators at the heavenly level.

Sword repair is not good, but boxing can always be practiced, right?

He blurted out: "Can you teach me?"

The author has something to say:

Xinkeng made a cover by himself, it feels ugly...

Just use it at this level