Old Gong always wants to feed me fat

Weisheng stood on the Black Sea, and at some point, he was able to stand on the water without sinking.

He looked around, water, island, dark sky, no knife.

Is my method wrong?Weisheng thought for a while, and called out: "Master Dao, where are you? I heard a squeak."

no respond.

Do you not recognize me?Weisheng randomly guessed the reason, looked around depressingly, but there was no shadow of the knife.He imagined that he was standing on the empty Black Sea with that knife in hand, doing whatever he wanted, that was really interesting.

Suddenly his right hand sank, he looked down, and there was a knife in his hand, his breath was restrained, like a quiet and beautiful lady.

Weisheng flicked the blade: "Master Dao, why didn't you say anything just now?"

The blade rebounded slightly, but there was no sound.

Weisheng recalled Cangdoushan's advice, and asked, "Do you have a name?"

……

"Master Dao, can you hear me?"

……

Weisheng felt dull, turned two times, and started to practice the boxing technique written by Cangdoushan for him. After two punches, he felt boring. The boxing technique and the saber technique were not quite right, and it was uncomfortable to practice.He was a little irritable, and with one slash, the calm sea water was split into two, like a cliff, and the sea water was surging.

Wei Sheng was dumbfounded.

The sea water under the feet is empty, and it goes all the way to the end.Only then did he begin to fall, faster and faster.

"I'll go!" Weisheng woke up suddenly, and when he kicked his legs to wake up, his thigh was in severe pain.

He panted for a long time, and just as he was in shock, he looked down and saw a wound on his thigh, which was bleeding profusely.The knife is real power, he propped himself up on the floor and got up, the pain was like death.

The blood soon soaked the trousers, and every time Weisheng took a step, he felt his thighs tremble, the wound trembled, and the pain was unbearable.He was forced to shout upstairs: "Young master! Help me, young master!"

Upstairs came Yang Zhibai's dissatisfied moaning and chirping.After a while, there was a sound coming downstairs: "Weisheng? What's wrong with you?"

Weisheng leaned against the wall, pressing hard on the wound: "It's been cut! Help!"

Cangdoushan came in wearing a padded jacket, and was startled when he saw blood on his hands: "This is being cut? Why are you so careless?"

He squatted down to see the width of the wound, it wasn't long, but it was a little deep.He sealed the acupoint with spiritual power and temporarily pressed the wound: "Take off your pants quickly, it won't be good if the blood freezes. I'll go to the stove to boil hot water, just wait a moment."

"What? Want me to take off my pants?" Weisheng was shocked.

Cang Doushan ignored his shock at all, quickly went out into the kitchen, boiled water, went into the closet and found a white cloth, tore off a long strip and wrapped it around his wrist.After the water is hot, turn off the fire, put a cloth towel in the basin, and go back to the quiet room to look: "Why haven't you taken it off yet?"

Weisheng clutched his wound, very nervous: "I'm cold."

Cangdoushan pointed to a flame floating in the air, "bang", Xiongxiong was burning, the flames flickered all over the room, and the heat continued: "Don't talk nonsense, get off quickly."

Weisheng unbuttoned his belt with embarrassment on his face, Cangdoushan put down the basin, thought he was grumbling, so he stretched out his hand to help him take it off.Weisheng shivered violently like being struck by lightning, and got goosebumps: "Cold!"

"You can shut up." Cang Doushan soaked a cloth, carefully applied it, and slowly wiped it off, from thigh to calf.I returned to the basin and rubbed the blood again, wrung it dry and wiped it, and the water in the basin was quickly dyed a light cherry red.

"Does it still hurt?"

Weisheng was a little stiff: "It's... okay."

"I don't have any medicine at home. I'll buy it when the pharmacy opens tomorrow morning." Cangdoushan wrapped white cloths layer by layer, and said casually, "It's a bit smelly, you haven't washed your butt for a few days."

"..."

Take another look: "Hey, you've made a hole." He hooked the hole and pulled it, and then took a look inside, Weisheng hurriedly pulled it back, "Don't look!"

Cang Doushan was inexplicable: "Is there anything I can't see? I have it too. Isn't yours just a little too hairy? Believe it or not when you take it out?"

"..."

"How many years have you been wearing these obscene pants?"

Weisheng's face twitched, and he twitched: "Yes, it's been a while."

"By the way, I'll help you buy a new one tomorrow. How big is it?"

"No, I think this dress is quite suitable..."

"Your ripped trousers are leaking, and you still wear them? It's quite suitable to take them off and use them as a rag." Cang Doushan tied up the bandage, unblocked the acupuncture points, and the wound immediately leaked a touch of pink. "If you feel uncomfortable, loosen it." , Take a breath, it’s not good to tie for too long.”

Weisheng quickly lifted his pants: "Okay, I understand." The old man's face turned red, and he felt ashamed of the first half of his life.

Cangdoushan picked up the water basin, looked at his face, and burst out laughing: "Are you still ashamed? Why are big men ashamed?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Weisheng barely perfunctory, and then discovered a terrible fact: he, he got up!

Getting higher and higher as I go!

Candou Mountain was poured with blood, and the towel was wrung out to dry. When he returned, he found Weisheng still standing there: "Aren't you going to sleep?"

"Wait, you go up first, and I'll come." Weisheng frowned and bent down to pick up the knife.Ah, it's a bit inconvenient to stick around like this.

Cang Doushan looked at him: "Let's put the knife there, and pick it up tomorrow. It's getting late, go to bed quickly."

"Oh." Weisheng walked over, feeling a little pain in his thigh, which was also a strange feeling.

Cang Doushan raised his eyebrows: "Limpy, do you need me to help you?"

"No need!" Weisheng resolutely rejected this proposal, and when he went up the stairs, he felt that he couldn't do it, and regretted it very much, "Wait a minute, it hurts..."

"I still want to help you." Cang Doushan smiled, hooked his arms, put his hands behind his back so that his center of gravity was tilted toward himself, "Go slowly, don't worry."

Weisheng smiled guiltily, feeling worse and worse with a smile, Weisheng was getting more and more energetic, which made his teeth itch with hatred.

After going upstairs and entering the room, Cang Dou Shan asked with concern: "Can you lie down by yourself?"

"Yes!" It must be possible!

Cang Doushan helped him to the bed, took off his padded clothes, and lifted the quilt: "Come in."

Weisheng crawled into bed slowly, oh, it's so warm.It is warm and soft. Although the temperature dropped a little when it was opened just now, it happens to be the most comfortable temperature, so comfortable.

Cangdoushan pressed the corners of his back to suppress any gaps, completely locking in the temperature.Weisheng squinted his eyes, looked at Cangdoushan's face under the moonlight, and blurted out: "Young master, you look like my wife."

Cang Doushan smiled nonchalantly: "What are you talking about, rest well, I'm going to practice, and when I loosen the bandage for you later, don't get angry."

"How could it be? I slept like hell." Weisheng smirked.

The slight injury is considered a minor injury, and it will be healed after two days of recuperation.It's almost the same time as the New Year, and businesses on the street are discounting their goods and preparing to close their doors.Taking advantage of the discount, Cangdoushan bought several pairs of pants.

Weisheng put it on and tried it on: "It's a bit tight."

"It's already the biggest." Cangdoushan pulled up his pants, "Hey, hold on, it will naturally loosen after wearing it for a long time."

Weisheng put on his pants, sucked in his stomach while pulling it up, and squatted down: "It's really tight!"

Cang Dou Shan turned around: "Do you want to wear it?"

"Wear it, wear it!" Weisheng stood up, smiling broadly, "It's on sale today, why don't you go shopping in the street?"

Cang Doushan didn't object: "Okay."

However, when I went to the street, I knew there was nothing to go shopping, except that there were more things, there was nothing to catch the eye.After walking around Cangdou Mountain for a quarter of an hour, he got bored and urged to go back.Where is Weisheng Kenyi: "Look, these are all on sale!"

"There are all at home, no need."

Weisheng was still reluctant to leave: "It's cheap."

"No need to be cheap, let's go!" Cangdoushan pulled him back impatiently. Weisheng was led away helplessly by him. At least the monk who carried the sword and the knife, suddenly became excited, and shook off Cangdou Mountain: "Hey, it's so lively over there, go and see!" He walked away first.

Cangdoushan was so angry that he was forced to chase after him and shouted: "No shopping!"

"It's not a seller!" Weisheng was slipperier than a loach, and he slipped into the crowd and disappeared in a blink of an eye. Cangdoushan waited for him outside the crowd, standing on tiptoe to watch from time to time.

So many monks gathered together, of course not to grab rice and oil, Candoushan saw the notice on the wall.The content is that the government recruits and repairs soldiers, maintains the order in Beijing, and has a number of spiritual stones and medicines every month.

As long as you don't make big mistakes, you are almost an iron rice bowl.

Cangdoushan finished reading with his hands behind his back, and turned to look for where Weisheng had gone, not wanting to see a familiar face: the middle-aged monk who came to Wuxiang Club to persuade them to stop selling pancakes.Holding a sign, he smiled like a flower, presumably he had already got the admission ticket, and he would be able to hold the iron job soon.

"Hey, give in, give in." Weisheng squeezed out excitedly, "Doosan, did you see it, how do you feel?"

"You want to go?"

Weisheng looked embarrassed: "I want to try."

Cang Doushan didn't want to hit him casually: "Look at the recruitment announcement, it didn't say that it's only for one day, right? Why don't we take a look first and then make plans."

Weisheng thought it was reasonable, and scratched his head: "That makes sense, how do we get in?"

Cang Doushan said: "Wait a minute." He drew a talisman in the air, lifted his legs up, as if stepping on a staircase, and climbed into the air step by step, standing and looking into the distance.After a while, someone shouted: "Well, you are not allowed to use flying spells, all line up on the ground!"

Cang Doushan said sorry, immediately withdrew the spell, and landed lightly: "I see, the monks have to go through the selection of fighting skills to stay. There should be a fixed place for the competition, it won't be here, look for it in other streets."

Weisheng followed Cangdou Mountain in a daze, found three streets in a row, and stopped in front of a martial arts gym.A sign was erected in front of the martial arts hall, and it was written: Jingzhao Mansion designated the selection and assessment site for repairing soldiers. The monk holding the wooden sign looked around at the door, and was warmly welcomed in by the young man.

"It's here." Cangdou Mountain entered, and there were roars of fighting from the ground, and dull explosions sounded from time to time, and the ground trembled, making it very scary.

The shopkeeper in the lobby asked: "What do you two want to do when you come in?"

"Look at the selection of Xiubing in Jingzhao Mansion." Cang Doushan walked over, "Do you have a ticket?"

"One hundred and fifty dollars per person."

Candoushan looked at Weisheng.

"You have no money?"

Cang Doushan turned his head and snorted: "I never bring money." Isn't it you who bring money?

Resigned to his fate, Weisheng took out his money bag, hung the money three times, and got the ticket.The shopkeeper in the lobby pointed in the direction, and it took a lot of effort for the two of them to find a place.

The martial arts arena of this martial arts gym is built underground, several feet deep, a dark passage slanting downwards, the fighting sounds become more brutal as it goes down, infinitely magnified in the dark passage, stimulating the eardrums.

Weisheng shrank his neck: "This is really scary."

A group of people rushed over: "Get out of the way!" The four people carried the stretcher and flew past. The person on the stretcher was covered in blood, his legs were twisted badly, and the white bones were pulsating through the blood vessels. I don't know how much blood was spilled along the way.

"Mom..." Weisheng couldn't help but look back and saw that they had reached the exit of the ramp, and when he turned around, he found that Cangdoushan was lucky, so he quickly chased after him: "Why did you beat him so hard? It's not an enemy."

"Don't worry, if he can afford the money for that kind of injury, he can be rescued, and nothing will happen." Cang Doushan thought for a while, and said, "Anyway, they chose this path themselves."

While speaking, the ramp has come to an end, and the slope gradually becomes gentler.A heat wave that belonged to the crowd gathered, and the audience shouted wildly, deafeningly.A man's voice repeatedly read the names of the two sides in the next match, the odds of winning and losing, and also broadcast the number of bettors and the amount of money injected in real time.Constantly clamoring: "Guess the winner and lose, earn a lot of money! No one can get rich without windfall, and horses can't get fat without night grass. Young and old, opportunities are rare, if you grab them, you will earn!"

Wei Sheng was dumbfounded.

Cang Doushan turned around and said, "No gambling."

Weisheng raised his hand: "No, definitely not!"

The author has something to say:

On how to make the old Gong take off his pants in a reasonable and legal way without losing embarrassment.

I have watched everything that should be seen, and entered the old couple mode in advance.