Chapter 2

At noon the next day, after four probes, Meng Lao finally couldn't stand it. He curled up and dug out the dreamy guy from the quilt. He wrapped it in a cotton robe changed in the morning and carried it directly on his shoulder. In the short distance from the room to the sun, Meng Na knocked on the door frame twice and touched the wall twice, which hurt. The pain was unbearable, and he finally opened his eyes in a daze.

This lazy man is really right. Meng Lao has always got up at dawn to pick up water and chop wood. He was so busy that he didn't touch the ground. He had never seen a person who could sleep until the sun. He was so angry that his face turned blue. He carried him out and threw him on the lounge chair. He wet his handkerchief and grabbed his face and wiped it hard.

Munna screamed repeatedly. Although he knew that this barbarian's way of showing goodwill was different, it was really uncomfortable for him. Yesterday, he patted him so hard, and his whole face was still burning and painful, not to mention the place he hit on his head. Meng Lao suddenly stopped his hand and touched his face. The red color said sullenly, "What's the matter with you?"

Mana rolled his eyes, grabbed the veil in his hand and got up with difficulty. He staggered to the water tank and looked at the surface of the water. He couldn't help taking a breath. When will a pig's head come out of it!

After washing up, Munna couldn't stand the pain. He collapsed on the lounge chair to check the injury. There were three bruises on his leg, and a circle on his wrist. His shoulders seemed to have been removed. He even raised his hand and felt nothing on his face. Because the pain was numb, the price of laziness was too great. He couldn't help wailing.

"What's your name?" The abbot pushed away the hidden firewood and came in and said with a smile.

The smile disappeared immediately after seeing Banna's tragic situation. The abbot shouted, "Meng Lao, you son of a bitch, what good have you done!"

Meng Lao came out with a bowl of noodles with an embarrassed face. He lowered his head and sent the noodles to Munnar. He didn't know how to open his mouth.

Monna smelled the fragrance and stared at the bowl in his hand. Meng Lao squatted down and was ready to send the noodles to his hand. Seeing the bruises on his wrist, he temporarily changed his mind, grabbed a chopstick and sent it to his mouth, and timidly met his eyes.

Manna was stunned for a moment, and immediately opened his mouth wide and ate sparsely. The mountain was cold. Meng Lao put a lot of chopped green onions and peppers. He ate so much that his nose and tears flowed, but he felt comfortable all over. The abbot was stunned at first, and finally twisted his beard and smiled.

A bowl of noodles soon bottomed out, and the abbot smiled and said, "Meng Lao, you go to the Zen Academy and bring my chessboard and tea set. I will compete with Menci."

Meng Lao answered, touched his head, moved a big tree stump in for him, and ran out quickly. The abbot's back disappeared at the end of the bamboo forest. He twisted his long beard and muttered, "Meng Na, I'm really sorry for you. Meng Lao is born with divine power. I don't know the importance of it. If you don't want to live here, I'll make other arrangements for you."

Mana touched his wrist, pulled the corners of his mouth, and grinned with a grin.

When the abbot saw that he bowed his head and said nothing, he sighed softly, "I watched Meng Lao grow up. His mother's widow gave birth to a child and was scolded by everyone. He has also suffered a lot since he was a child. Because of this, he is lonely and doesn't know how to get along with others. It is inevitable that he will behave improperly. However, he has helped us a lot here, especially all the students in the college are afraid of him like a tiger, and no one dares to play tricks in the college.

Manna laughed out loud. The barbarian looked angry when he didn't say anything. If he hadn't been confused when he went to bed yesterday, he would have been scared and trembled. Thinking of the shyness and confusion that occasionally appeared in his eyes, his heart moved slightly and smiled softly: "The abbot Teacher, you don't have to worry about me anymore. I will live here in the future. Besides, his cooking is so delicious that I really can't bear to leave.

The abbot seemed to be relieved and said with a smile, "It's not only delicious to cook, but he has a lot of skills!" He has studied martial arts in the temple since he was a child, and his martial arts skills are excellent. At the age of 15, he killed a fierce tiger and saved two students. At the age of 16, he worked as a martial arts teacher in the college. He managed many students alone and could cope with it freely, and the heavy work of the college was almost handled by him.

His expression is faintly proud, and there seems to be a trace of tenderness, which is absolutely impossible to appear on the face of a Taoist monk.

Banna was stunned and thought again. The life of the barbarian was really hard. He wanted to fight the tiger, and he had to be a teacher. He had to do heavy work. He shouldn't be called Meng Lao. He was tired all his life. He couldn't help gloating and laughing in his heart.

Meng Lao ran back with sweat. He not only moved the tea set, but also carried the small chess table. He put the table on the hem of the peach tree. The abbot looked awe-in and shouted angrily, "Meng Lao, you beat Meng Fuzi like this, why don't apologize!"

Meng Lao was shocked and opened his mouth. He didn't know what to say. Meng Na looked at the abbot's fierce appearance and suddenly woke up. In this scene, he just wanted to stay and let Meng Lao accompany him. He pulled the sleeves of La Meng Lao with a wry smile and said with a smile, "Forget it, pay attention to it in the future. It doesn't matter to me."

Meng Lao was shocked all over, smiled and touched his face carefully. Meng Na frowned and stared at him, smiling helplessly. The abbot fell to the ground with a big stone in his heart and began to play with chess pieces. He said with a smile, "Meng Lao, go and make a pot of tea. I want to play chess with Meng Fuzi."

The spring sunshine is just right, and the peach blossoms are flying and falling with the wind. After a while, Muna has fallen all over red, and he is too lazy to take care of it, allowing the petals to fall from his clothes. Meng Lao made tea, moved a stult and sat by the side to watch.

Monna is too lazy to use his brain, and often falls without thinking about it. His chess skills are already mediocre. Even if the abbot has the intention to give in, he is still full of flaws and defeat. Not only did the abbot cough repeatedly and remind him to pay attention, but even Meng Lao couldn't stand it. He frowned and was eager to give advice.

Meng Na made another mistake and fell into the siege of the abbot. Seeing that the whole army was going to be destroyed, Meng Lao couldn't help sighing, and the abbot stared at him fiercely, "Watching chess without saying anything!" His neck shrank. Anyway, he didn't have any hope. He simply patted the petals on the lazy man.

He aimed at a flower and slapped it down. Unexpectedly, Mengna rushed to the chessboard. The chess pieces were scattered on the ground, and a big bag immediately swelled on his head. The abbot was so angry that he picked up the broom to fight. Meng Lao did not dodge and said, "I just want to take off the flowers for him..."

Banna couldn't laugh or cry. He quickly stopped in front of him. At least, he persuaded the abbot. After he stirred up, he naturally couldn't play chess. The abbot didn't want to stay for a moment and went back angrily. Mengna sighed, covered his forehead and fell down on the lounge chair. He squinted and looked up through the lively peach red. The sky is as clear as washing, and the blue is so blue that it makes people secretly shocked. It seems that all his mind is occupied by the blue. He sighed for a long time, and suddenly there is a feeling of being reincarnated.

"I'm really sorry!" Meng Lao came over with a white porcelain bottle and squatted beside him to drag him up. Meng Na was so scared that he shrank into a ball. Meng Lao smiled awkwardly and opened the porcelain bottle and sent it to him.

Smelling a strong fragrance of herbs, Munna was relieved and patted his hand gently. Meng Lao was encouraged and quickly squatted down, smeared it on his face and hands, and used up the whole bottle in a while. A burst of heart-to-heart coolness penetrated from the skin into every corner of the body. Meng Na lay with his hands and feet open, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

"It's really good to sleep. No wonder it's called lazy!" Meng Lao muttered, and the warm sunshine passed from the flowers at the bottom of the tree to his heart. He laughed in a low voice, bombarded the big tiger and small tiger who came into the fun, gently closed the firewood door, and began to work this morning - to change clothes for him.

He was really willing to stay and stopped the broom for him. At the thought of this, he couldn't help but feel the flowers, and even the needlework he usually didn't like to do was delicious. His mother never ignored him. He had to do everything by himself when he was very young. His sister married far away and refused to come back. His mother became depressed and left a year later. If the abbot hadn't taken him to the temple and taught him to study and practice martial arts, he really didn't know what he would have become. Maybe he would have become a beast's meal. Big meal.

In addition to the abbot, he is the second person who is good to him. With this beautiful man, the future will be colorful. The more he thinks, the more proud he is. He looks at the sky with his eyes narrowed. Through the charming pink, the sky is so blue that people's hearts.

"Let me go..." A low voice escaped from Muna's mouth. Meng Lao hurried over and found that he was still not awake. His forehead was sweaty, his eyebrows were tangled, and his face became more and more pale. He hesitated and put his hand close to his forehead little by little, for fear that he would hurt him again. As soon as he wiped it twice, Meng Na slightly Opening his eyes, he subconsciously smiled and went to fight with Zhou Gong again.

"Lazy pig!" Meng Lao was angry and funny. He finished the last few stitches and began to prepare the dinner in the evening.

Mana stared at the bloody sun in the sky, and all the past surged up. Suddenly, his heart was like a knife. He unconsciously moved out of the courtyard and walked slowly up a mossy bluestone path. The college is very well planned. From where he lives to the top of the mountain, the houses are in two rows, neat and uniform, and the size and layout are roughly the same. They are all white walls and green tiles, surrounded by bamboo forests and green trees, and a touch of gorgeous peach-eared Prime Minister's view on the wall.

Most of the students have arrived, and wisps of cooking smoke floated out from the top of the house, scattered in the mountains and forests, as if the scenery of Yaochi had reappeared. He was a little tired. He sat on a stuppier by the roadside and gasped. The big tiger and the little tiger chased the two chickens and rushed out. As soon as he saw him, he demonstrated like a thief. He rushed up, sniffed around him, and shook his head and tail around him.

He laughed, and a crisp voice came from behind him, "Two dead dogs, where have you chased my chicken? Don't let me see you next time!"

He looked back and found that it was a beautiful fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy. The two met each other. The young man was stunned for a moment and said with a smile, "You're newcomer. My name is Lele. I'm here with my young master. Do you want to sit in the room? I'm cooking. You can just talk to my young master."

From a distance, the smoke was thick over the roof of the first room. Muna secretly swallowed his saliva, shook his head and smiled, "No, thank you, we are cooking."

"Lele, are you chasing chickens or do you want to be lazy? The food is burnt!" A shout came from the yard. Lele shrank his neck and ran away as if he were running away. As soon as Meng Na saw him enter the door, a young man in brocade with a depressed face came out, stood in front of him, looked up and down, and finally said coldly, "Who are you?"

Muna smiled but did not answer. He slowly got up and walked back. The big tiger and the little tiger rushed to him a few steps in front of him, turned back and waited for him with his tongue out. The teenager's eyes were like a knife, as if to poke a hole in his back. He snorted coldly and brushed his sleeves away.

As soon as Munna came to the house, Chaimen was pushed away with a bang. Meng Lao rushed out and shouted at him, "Why don't you go out and say a word? The mountain is full of poisonous insects and beasts. What should you do if you encounter it!"

Mana only felt that his ears were buzzing. In order to avoid becoming deaf before he died, he put on the brightest smile, pulled him over and patted him gently on the back. Meng Lao immediately sighed and asked in a low voice, "Where were you just now?"

Muna stretched out his hand and said, "I just walked to the stitch and came back. By the way, why are the colleges full of such small houses? Where is the school?

Meng Lao stretched out his hand and pointed out his hand like him. "The school is built in the back mountain. It's just over the top of the mountain. We are the farthest from the school."

Looking at the top of the mountain looming in the clouds, Muna's legs were soft, and she even wanted to die.

According to the abbot's instructions, the next day, Munna should be familiar with the college environment and prepare for teaching. Meng Lao received this major task and was very interested. When he got up, he called once. Muna answered. When he began to cook, he saw that the lazy man had not moved, so he had to swallow his anger and called again. Munah answered vaguely again, waiting. He cooked the meal, and Monna was still huddled in the quilt. Seeing that the sun was hanging on the eaves, according to his lazy method, don't teach the students. If he was not there, I'm afraid he wouldn't even be able to fish for the crust in the big kitchen and starve to death sooner or later. Meng Lao was so angry that he pulled his hair and dragged him out of bed. He dragged him directly to the edge of the water tank. He raised his hand and threw him in.

Meng Na finally woke up this time. He lay on the edge of the cylinder and coughed repeatedly, and his whole body trembled with cold. Meng Lao took him out. He was angry and hateful. He slapped him and shouted, "Why don't you drown me, so that I won't suffer alive!"

Meng Laosheng was slapped by him, frowned, pulled his arm and threw him on the lounge chair, took off his wet clothes, dried his hair and body, and put clothes on him one by one. The urn said angrily, "The rules of the college are very strict. Students have to practice martial arts in the morning, and the master has to lead by example. There is no good body. Body, what you say is in vain!"

Mana struggled to get up, staggered out, and said with a miserable smile, "I won't be a master, so as not to break your rules!"

Meng Lao grabbed his long wet hair and shouted, "Don't go!"

Mana suddenly turned around, rushed up and pulled his hand to his neck, and roared, "You kill me. Anyway, I won't live long. Anyway, you are so strong that I don't have to suffer if you pinch me..."

In those narrow eyes, in addition to the tingling tears, there was more depressing pain and despair. Meng Lao almost stopped breathing, tightened his hands, held him in his arms, patted him on the back clumsily, and muttered, "Don't cry, I don't dare to do it again. I will treat you well in the future. !"

Muna held his front and cried heartbreakingly.

In the past few years after his mother's death, no matter how humiliated he was, no matter what kind of betrayal and blow he was, he gritted his teeth and held back his tears. Only this time, the only and last time, the turbulent pain came. He just wanted to let go of everything and let go of everything in this warm and generous chest. Abandoned.

Although he is not gentle enough, he will not hide his poisonous teeth behind his smile. Since his life has come to an end, it is not his blessing to meet such a pure person as a baby.

Meng Lao regretted it. Finally, he was willing to stay. He messed it up before he started. He had such a good temper that he was just laughed at the bruises yesterday. How could he make mistakes again and again?

Mana was so tired of crying that he simply fell on his chest and took a nap. Meng Lao lost his temper this time. He honestly waited for him to fall asleep, put him on the lounge chair, gently wiped the tears on his face, and moved the lounge chair to the sun.

It was still a failure to wake him up. Meng Lao grabbed his head, went out to cut a few thick bamboos, cut them into wafers, finely knitted a chair, knitted the back into the shape of a basket, and knitted a long rattan for tying his waist.

When the chair was ready, he smiled proudly, took Munna to the chair and tied it, took a few steamed buns, and carried him on his back and went out.

The big tiger and the little tiger saw him from afar and rushed up excitedly. Seeing the Bungna behind him, he shouted at him twice and jumped up and down after him. Bana opened his eyes in a daze and only felt that his body was floating in the clouds, and the long red tongue of the big tiger and the little tiger shook up and down. It was really horrible. When he arrived in the hell, he was immediately scared. The soul came out of his body, howled miserably, and struggled.

Meng Lao put down the chair, touched his head, and said with a smile, "You sit first, and I'll carry you up!"

Only then did Munna come to his senses. He suddenly couldn't laugh or cry. He touched the brand-new chair, and his heart was sore and swollen. He didn't know how to open his mouth. Meng Lao took out two buns from the bag hanging in the chair and stuffed them into his hand. He pressed him to sit down on the chair and tied the rattan. Meng Na looked down and found a few blood in his hand. His heart ached. He suddenly grabbed his hand, stroked it carefully, and whispered, "Go back and take some medicine!"

Although his hands were cold, they miraculously transmitted the terrible heat to his whole body. Meng Lao's whole body was on fire, and he did not dare to open the source of heat. He stammered, "No... I'm used to it..."

Mana looked up slightly and caught a glimpse of his stiff posture and suspicious redness in his ears. The haze in his heart suddenly disappeared. His eyes narrowed, showing a seductive smile, and muttered, "I heard that saliva can detoxify..."

He licked it before he finished speaking.

Meng Lao put his head on his back and looked up, as if the blood all over his body rushed to the top of his head, and his dark face was slightly red.

The blue of the sky is as before, but it has different connotations. In a trance, he doesn't know how to get to the top of the mountain, how to enter the school, let alone who are the people who come and dodge in consters.

Munna had a bright smile and bowed to people one by one. As for the strange expressions on everyone's faces, he chose to ignore them automatically.

He knew that Meng Lao's face was fierce, but in fact, he was kind-hearted, diligent and honest. Everyone in the college was afraid of him like a tiger, afraid of avoiding him. The abbot could only act as a deterrent with him, but he never thought that he was just a lonely child, who needed the smile of everyone and the warmth of friendship.

He sighed in his heart and secretly made a decision.

He has been muddle-headed for so many years. Seeing that his life has come to an end, he should do something for others. Perhaps, he will remember his good. During the Qingming Festival, he burned some incense and paper money in front of his grave to ensure his life in the underworld, so that he would not have to live by cheating.

Munna was so sad that he subconsciously turned around and gently rubbed his hair. Meng Lao was shocked all over. He only felt that every muscle was stiff, but he didn't say anything. He passed through the turret of the green trees of the college in full view of the public and went straight to Xuezhai.

The college covers a large area, almost all over the back mountain. In addition to the lecture hall, Xuezhai, the library, the school scripture hall, the literary temple and other main bodies, there is also a special martial arts practice ground, led by Meng Lao, leading the monks of the Hanging Temple to teach martial arts here.

The imperial examination system of the Jade Dynasty has been nearly perfected. Talents are selected by subject examination. Students apply for the examination according to their specialties. They are divided into Xiucai, Mingjing, Kaiyuanli, Sanchuan, History, Jinshi, Tongzifa, Mingfa, arithmetic, calligraphy, etc. They also launched martial arts to recruit military talents from civilians. The college recruits students from 14 to 19 years old. Based on the principle of teaching according to their aptitude, students are divided into different classes according to their degree or age. They not only carry out comprehensive knowledge cultivation training, but also take the characteristics of students. They take the initiative to propose or recommend and recommend courses by the mountain chief, the director, the teacher, etc. The abbot and Lv Hongmeng, the chief of the mountain, advocated the rigor of freedom with a moderate atmosphere of freedom, and did not advocate reading. Therefore, the students of the college have always been all literary and martial arts talents, which have been deeply valued by the imperial court. The emperor made a batch of jade red pens, and the fields around the hundreds of miles around the hanging mountain belong to the college and the Hanging Temple.

In the school hall, Lv Hongmeng, the head of the mountain with white hair, was talking to a young man in brocade in the main hall. Bongna caught a glimpse of his humble look, and his heart tightened. He secretly combed the sons of all the senior officials of the imperial relatives he knew, but he racked his brains and couldn't figure out the identity of this noble teenager in brocade clothes. He simply stretched his face thickly and smiled. Yin Yin greeted him and bowed to the end, "Mana, see the mountain chief!"

Lv Hongmeng was quite unhappy when he saw someone disturbing him. When he looked at him, he couldn't help but get up and greet him. He smiled and said, "It turned out to be Mencius. It's a pleasure to meet you!"

He was about to reach out to pull, but Meng Lao was a little annoyed and pulled Meng Na back. Lv Hongmeng was embarrassed. He squined at his black face and frowned, "Meng Lao, I heard that Mencius is in the same room with you. You should take good care of him. Don't know the importance of it!"

Muna smiled and said, "Thank you for your concern and the arrangement of the college. He took good care of me. Munah is deeply moved and will do his best to serve the college!"

Lv Hongmeng looked at the two in disbelief. Meng Lao was praised by him. He was unconsciously happy and subconsciously put his arms around his shoulder. Meng Na was angry and funny. He quietly pulled his sleeve and said, "Are you dumb!"

Meng Lao was confused and stared at him with round eyes. Banna lost his temper, pressed the back of his neck and pressed his body down.

Meng Lao suddenly realized and bowed repeatedly, "Meng Lao must take good care of him!"

Lv Hongmeng was stunned and suddenly laughed, "You two are really a perfect match, Meng Fuzi, Meng Lao, please take care!"

Mana smiled and pulled him back, who was still bowing.

Watching Meng Lao take Meng Na away like a child, Lv Hongmeng smiled and sighed repeatedly. The young man in brocade, who had been looking at him coldly, snorted coldly, "How can that man be a doctor? I don't think the college can really invite anyone!"

Lv Hongmeng shook his head and said, "No, Mr. Yan, can you know the lazy immortal who was famous all over the world three years ago?"

The young man in brocade restrained his arrogance and looked a little excited. "Are you talking about the lazy fairy who drew the 100-meter scroll "Taiping Picture"?"

Lv Hongmeng sighed softly: "Lv also just learned from the abbot that the lazy fairy family is in the middle of the road, and the fate is bad. Since the "Taiping Picture" was painted, he has been wandering and silent until now. If he can show his talents in the hanging academy, it will not be in vain for the abbot's painstaking efforts!"

The young man in brocade muttered, "If there is any help from Yuyan, please feel free to ask!"

Lv Hongmeng's eyes flashed slightly, bowed to the end, and said solemnly, "Thank you, little prince!"