emotional disorder

Ming Kong retorted: "It's supposed to be taken, how could it be stolen?"

"If you don't ask, you are stealing." The little boy stared at Mingkong, "You actually stole my jade pendant to exchange for roast chicken. Do you know that this jade pendant is a treasure passed down from my family, and its value is immeasurable?"

Ming Kong smiled and said: "Could it be that you are dissatisfied that I only exchanged this jade pendant for a roast chicken?"

"That's not true." The young master knew that he and Mingkong couldn't reason, so he simply kept silent.

For some reason, Mingkong felt that the young master in front of him was full of energy, which was much more attractive than the lifeless one just now.

The young master was stared at by Ming Kong, and subconsciously lowered his head.

Mingkong sneered: "Skin is so thin, if you are stared at by girls of the same age, you may have to dig a hole to get in?"

"No way." The young master angrily shook off Ming Kong's hand and walked ahead, barely walked more than ten steps, but Ming Kong said: "Let's just go to this family."

Just this one?He hadn't reacted yet, but when he looked back, he saw Ming Kong pointing at a restaurant, and he said clearly: "As long as you like it."

Ming Kong took the lead to enter the restaurant, sat down, ordered pot-packed meat, boiled beef, and sweet and sour fish, and asked the young master: "What do you want to eat?"

But the young master asked back: "Brother, once you become a monk, why don't you avoid meat and meat?"

"When did I avoid meat and meat?" Mingkong said to the second brother again, "Let me have another pot of bamboo leaf green."

The young master naturally knew that Ming Kong never abided by the rules and precepts, because he didn't like Ming Kong before and didn't advise him, but since Ming Kong didn't want to listen to him, he let it go, since he couldn't stop Ming Kong, don't say anything He's gone, even the host master is helpless against Ming Kong, if not, just let Ming Kong go.

Mingkong ate meat in large chunks and drank alcohol in large gulps. How happy he was, he had the chicness of a happy world.

The young master only ordered vegetarian fried bean sprouts. He was fostered by his parents in the Wuxiang Temple, and he was not a monk. There is no need to avoid meat and spicy meat. The reason why he ordered vegetarian fried bean sprouts was because he disliked that the three dishes ordered by Mingkong were not big fish. It is big meat, too greasy.

The two of them finished their dinner and walked back under the moonlight.

The little prince looked at his own shadow, and asked Mingkong suspiciously: "What did you mean when you said 'you want me'?"

Ming Kong scratched the back of his hairless head, and said, "It means that I will not bully you from now on."

In fact, when he said "I want you", he didn't think too much about it. Now that he thinks about it, he must have said that to comfort the young master.

But why did he comfort the young master?

He pondered for a long time, but he still felt that the white and soft young master should be bullied to the point of tears by him, and he should be in a mess.

However, once he has said a word, it is hard to chase after him. Once he has said it, he will not renege on his word and get fat.

When he came, the city gate of Xuanhai City had been closed, he was the one who climbed over the city wall with the young master on his back, and when he left, he was the one who climbed the city wall with the young master on his back to get out.

He carried the young master all the way to the foot of Wuxiang Mountain, and only then did he release the young master.

This time, the young master took the initiative to extend his hand to him, and asked softly: "Will you hold my hand?"

"Not good." He was used to speaking sarcasticly to the young master, but he still went to hold the young master's hand.

The two of them went up the stairs holding hands, the young master suddenly said: "Brother, your hands are really warm."

Ming Kong sighed, "It's clear that your hands are too cold."

The little boy said indifferently: "I have been sick all the time, of course my hands are cold."

"Four years?" He murmured, staring at the young master again and said, "From tomorrow onwards, I will personally teach you the method of cultivating immortals, and I will definitely let you live for fifteen years."

The young master was stunned at first, and then he said: "Don't waste your efforts, the master abbot has already said that my body is too weak, and I can't even refine Qi."

"I said you can and you can, what nonsense?" Ming Kong ordered, "After morning class tomorrow, come and wake me up."

The implication of the brother's words is that the brother will not go to morning class tomorrow?It really doesn't look like a monk at all.

The young master had no confidence in himself, but he still agreed to Mingkong's order.

It took the two of them about three hours to go back and forth, and when they returned to the Wuxiang Temple, they saw the abbot waiting at the door.

The young master hurriedly apologized, while Ming Kong yawned and said, "I'm tired, I'm going to rest now, Master Mei Shan."

The master abbot had nothing to do with Mingkong and other wretches, after hearing the young master's apology, he confirmed that both of them were intact, and said: "Both of you, go and rest."

The next day, Mingkong was sleeping soundly when he was woken up by the young master's knocking on the door, and directly threw his wooden sleeper at the door of the hut.

The door was smashed open, and the wooden sleeper happened to fall on the young master's toes.

The young master was startled, picked up the wooden pillow, brought it to Ming Kong, and said, "Didn't you want me to wake you up after morning class?"

"Have you finished your morning classes so early?" Mingkong thought he had only slept for an hour or two, but when he looked up, the golden crow was already hanging high in the sky, and the sunlight was smashing through the window hinges and was smashed open by him. The door diffused in, and it was particularly dazzling.

He squinted his eyes, took the wooden pillow, sat on the bed in a daze for a while, then resigned himself to his fate and got up to wash.

On weekdays, Mingkong always gets up spontaneously, and sometimes even sleeps through the evening class.

The little prince woke up Mingkong according to Mingkong's words, but he didn't expect that Mingkong would really get up, he couldn't help being surprised, and at the same time couldn't help but praise Mingkong in his heart for being a thousand dollars.

However, after Ming Kong put on his monk clothes, he fell back on the bed and fell asleep.

The little boy looked at Mingkong, and after a while, he was about to go out, but found that Mingkong got up again.

Ming Kong went out to fetch water to wash his face, rinse his mouth, and then took the young master to the back mountain.

There are fewer people who set foot on the back mountain, which is clean and full of aura.

He first taught the young master a set of mental techniques, and then lay down on a big rock to take a nap with a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth.

He has never taught anyone, maybe he is serious about teaching disciples, or maybe he is too lucky, one day, two days, three days... Two years later, the young master who was determined by the abbot to be unable to cultivate immortals unexpectedly arrived In the foundation building period, it is far better than the brothers and sisters who worshiped Wuxiang Temple at about the same time.

He let the little prince live to be 15 years old, longer than his two younger brothers, but he only lived for 500 years.

He combed the fur of the big furry fox, feeling sad.

How good would it be if that person was still alive today?

Ruan Bai could feel Ming Kong's absent-mindedness, so he patted Ming Kong's body lightly with his eight tails to express his displeasure.

"I'm sorry." Ming Kong rubbed Ruan Bai's hairy ears and said, "The poor monk remembered that person. Ever since I met you, the poor monk has always thought of that person."

Ruan Bai frowned unhappily, and then jumped off Ming Kong, staring at Ming Kong.

Ming Kong squatted down, stroked Ruan Bai's fur and said, "The poor monk didn't do it on purpose, forgive me."

"I don't want to forgive." Ruan Bai thought about it again, and a flash of light flashed in his mind, and suggested, "Since you have remembered that person since you met me, why don't you just treat me as him."

Mingkong said sadly: "You are not him, how can the poor monk treat you as him?"

Yes, I'm not him, I can't be him, I can't take his place in Mingkong's heart, I'm far less important than him.

Ruan Bai didn't want to quarrel with Ming Kong about that person, so he brought up the subject: "When are we going to find the Lord of the Demon Dao?"

Ming Kong knew that even if they didn't look for the Lord of the Demon Way, the Lord of the Demon Way would come to him sooner or later, but the Ruan Bai in front of him was still too weak, and he could avoid it for a day.

He didn't want to hurt Ruan Bai's confidence, so he said, "Let's wait some time."

Ruan Bai understood Ming Kong's implication, and said, "I will practice hard."

Although he once thought that it would be good to stay with Ming Kong, he also knew that he could not stay with Ming Kong forever and spend his days hiding in Tibet.

He had to cherish the time with Ming Kong until Ming Kong abandoned him and went to find that person.

After that, they would change their residence every five to ten days, and it has been like this for five years.

During this period, Ruan Bai never mentioned that person.

Five years is not enough for Ruan Bai to grow up to be able to fight side by side with Ming Kong, he is still far from being able to match Ming Kong, but he is born more and more charming.

He didn't understand why he became like this when he was obviously a male fox.

One day, after dinner, he nestled in Ming Kong's arms in his original form as usual, and asked Ming Kong to comb his fur.

Mingkong conjured up a comb, but he wasn't happy about it. He raised his head and said coquettishly to Mingkong, "Can you comb it with your fingers?"

Ming Kong was puzzled and said: "Why?"

Ruan Bai was also puzzled, but still insisted: "I want you to comb my fur with your fingers."

"Okay." Mingkong did not refuse Ruan Bai's request, put away the comb, and used his right hand to comb Ruan Bai's fur.

Ming Kong's fingertips were warm and dry, and occasionally reached the skin through the rich and thick fur, which made Ruan Bai wag his tail comfortably.

Sure enough, he liked Ming Kong's fingertips more than the comb.

Being groomed like this, he suddenly felt that something was wrong with him, and immediately rushed to the bed in a hurry.

Ming Kong stood up, went to the bed, and said worriedly: "What happened?"

Ruan Bai closed his eyes tightly, yawned and said, "I'm so sleepy, I want to sleep."

"Then go to sleep." Ming Kong covered Ruan Bai with a quilt, and went to chant sutras.

Ruan Bai listened to the scriptures that came in through the crack of the door, and a sense of shame immediately penetrated his whole body. He actually... actually fell into heat because Ming Kong combed his fur with his fingers.

Among foxes, he is no longer a cub, and has already reached the estrus period, but he has never been in estrus.

When everything came to light, he should find a suitable female fox to have children, but when he thought of being with a female fox for life, he actually felt impatient and disgusted.

Maybe he doesn't need vixen at all?

His mind was in a mess, until Ming Kong returned to the room and held him in his arms, he never fell asleep.

Ming Kong realized that Ruan Bai was pretending to be asleep, and didn't expose it.

After falling asleep, he thought of that person again. The person lay in his arms and called him with a bright smile: "Ming Kong, Ming Kong, I miss you so much, why did you abandon me?"

"The poor monk has not abandoned you." When the words fell to the ground, the man suddenly changed into Ruan Bai's appearance at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Ruan Bai's eyes were red with grievance: "Ming Kong, why did you abandon me?"