There is such a Sanxian

Chapter 31

Jingyuan, an empty nester, decides to chop Shen Sanque into pieces after he comes back.

Zhu Wu and Tao Tie slipped away together, and asked the fourth princess of Baihai to send Wang Xiaoji and Jia Ze to Jing Yuan, and asked him to take care of the two children for a few days.

Well, of course in the name of Shen Sanque...

So when the fourth princess of Baihai reluctantly bid farewell to them the next day, Jingyuan said this: "Yu'er, tell your brother that you don't need to send any more things. As long as he cripples Shen Sanque, I will be very pleased." gone."

The sharp contrast between the gentle smile and the vicious words makes people chill.

Does Taoist Master Jingyuan hate us very much?

Wang Xiaoji felt a little sad.

Maybe Taoist Jingyuan still thinks I shouldn't be here.

In fact, he was a little embarrassed to stay in the Qiyu Temple. After all, Daoist Jingyuan kept a straight face most of the time. Although he would laugh, the frequency was very seldom.

Moreover, even though they have known each other for several years, they don't communicate much with each other.

But he was even more unwilling to go back to that so-called "home". When he went there, he could only lock himself in the room to play games with Jia Ze, and get sulking with that family.

Besides, Daochang is actually a very good person.

Otherwise, why would you specially ask someone to install wifi in the Taoist temple?

I also brought two computers and a refrigerator of snacks...

So Wang Xiaoji worked harder these two days to help Jingyuan sweep the floor, mop the floor, water the flowers and feed the fish...

"Xiaoji, stop sweeping, come over to eat." Jingyuan shouted from the courtyard gate.

Wang Xiaoji put away the broom, washed his hands, and walked into the yard.

There is a big round table in the center of the yard, and there are lanterns hanging on several trees near the round table for lighting. Four dishes and one soup are placed on the round table.

The four dishes are two meat and two vegetables. The meat is braised duck and sweet and sour fish, and the vegetables are Chinese cabbage and carrot shreds.The soup is casserole crucian carp soup.

The dishes on this table can't be considered rich, but they are delicious in color and fragrance, which is enough to make people's index fingers move.

The greedy cat, Jia Ze, has long been drooling by the table.

As soon as the sweet and sour fish was on the table, he picked up his chopsticks and wanted to grab a piece of it, but Jing Yuan sternly stopped him, saying that it is basic etiquette to wait until everyone is seated before eating.

Eat and eat!Why do you need so much etiquette!

Jia Ze was very unconvinced, but he didn't dare to provoke Jing Yuan, he was afraid that he would be hanged upside down like Shen Sanque...

So I had to patiently swallow the sweet and sour fish.

When he saw Wang Xiaoji approaching, he was both happy and anxious: "Xiaoji, sit down quickly! I'm going to starve to death!"

Wang Xiaoji smiled and sat down: "You ate so many snacks just now, why are you still hungry now?"

"I'm hungry!" Jia Ze couldn't wait to grab the chopsticks.

"Wait." Daoist Jingyuan stopped him again.

"What are you doing again?!"

Jia Ze is getting impatient, isn't everyone here? !

"Would you like to watch TV?"

Wang Xiaoji and Jia Ze looked at each other and nodded.

Jing Yuan tapped on the stone table with her fingers.

After about half a minute, two paper figurines floated into the yard carrying a large wooden box.

What's in this box?Wang Xiaoji stared at the wooden box curiously.

The two paper figurines took out a piece of white cloth from the wooden box, walked to a place about five meters away from the round table and stood still. In the blink of an eye, it turned into two white round sticks, and then slowly moved to the two sides until the white cloth was completely covered. After unfolding, it stood firmly on the ground and did not move.

Projection screen?so big……

Just as Wang Xiaoji was thinking, he saw a remote control and a small stereo flying out of the wooden box and landed in Jingyuan's hand.

Jingyuan put the small stereo on the ground, and glanced at the two children: "What do you want to see?"

"I can do whatever I want..." Wang Xiaoji is not very interested in TV, and usually follows Jia Ze blindly.

Jia Ze thought for a while, and said, "Pig Man! Big Pig Man Movie!"

Jingyuan picked up the remote control and pressed it, and the cartoon immediately appeared on the screen, and the sky above the yard also sounded: "Oh, be a hero in GGBond fairy tales~"

Wang Xiaoji is very embarrassed, this cartoon doesn't seem to match the style of Qiyuguan...

Will Daoist Jingyuan be unbearable?

But he was overthinking, Jingyuan didn't dislike this cartoon, and watched it with them while eating.

From time to time will also show a smile.

Well, Taoist Master Jingyuan is also human after all.

Wang Xiaoji also laughed unconsciously.

After the meal is the part of watching the moon.

But how do the two children know what month to reward...

Jingyuan summoned the paper people to move two sofas and one coffee table, packed the tables and chairs, picked up the dishes and walked to the kitchen, leaving the two of them there to watch cartoons.

"Master Jingyuan, do you want to wash the dishes? I'll help you!" Wang Xiaoji quickly got up and wanted to chase after him. He thought that Taoist Master Jingyuan would leave all these chores to the paper man!

"No need." Jingyuan refused, "Come and sit here. I'll bring you some fruit later."

Jingyuan brought not only fruits, but also several boxes of mooncakes.

When the river god came here that day, he sent him a dozen boxes by the way.

Jingyuan thought that he couldn't finish it anyway, so he simply took it out and gave it to the two children to eat.

At this time, the movie of Pig Man had already finished broadcasting, Jia Ze leaned on the sofa holding the remote control and kept pressing and pressing, but he couldn't find his favorite program.

Seeing Jingyuan, he threw the remote control to him: "Taoist, here you are, I want to eat mooncakes."

As he spoke, he opened the gift box, took out a snowskin mooncake, took a bite, and opened his eyes wide.

Instantly understood why the old man ate all the mooncakes that day!

It's really... so delicious!

Jingyuan looked at Wang Xiaoji: "Xiaoji, do you want to watch the live broadcast?"

"live streaming?"

What live broadcast?

"Mid-Autumn Party."

Ah... just those evening shows on satellite TV. Although Wang Xiaoji thought they were boring, he thought Jingyuan would like to watch them, so he said, "I want to!"

Jing Yuan held the remote control and pressed it twice. First, many snowflakes appeared on the screen, and then the snowflakes gradually disappeared, replaced by an aerial image.

In the center of the picture is a large stage with fluorescent lights, and beside the stage are desks, each table is filled with fruits and moon cakes.

A group of people dressed in ancient costumes sit behind the table, chatting, drinking or laughing and playing.

Outside the crowd is the night sky shrouded in clouds and mist, and a few golden pillars can be seen faintly in the mist.

What is this place? !Wang Xiaoji was very surprised. This place looks a little like the heaven in the TV series...

"It's probably halfway there." Jingyuan said to himself.

As soon as the voice fell, a sound came from the stereo: "Get up."

Fog was immediately formed on the stage, and after a few seconds, the fog dissipated. Eight women in ancient costumes stood on it with smiles, bowed to the audience in different directions, and danced a classical dance accompanied by the slowly playing music.

They are light and graceful, and they dance very smartly.

When the camera zoomed out, the eight of them jumped slightly, floated up, formed a circle, and danced in the air.

"Wow! How did you do this? Diao Weiya?" Wang Xiaoji asked.

That must be hard work, right?

Jing Yuan took a sip of tea: "No."

The eight women slowly landed on the stage, the music became more subdued, and the fog on the stage became heavier.

When the fog turned light, the eight women disappeared.

The low-pitched music slowly sank, and another tune gradually rose up.

Jing Yuan smiled: "Shui Tiao Ge Tou..."

A man in moon-white clothes slowly came out from the deep fog.

"This person... I seem to have seen it before..." Wang Xiaoji murmured.

This man is dressed in white and has a silver crown... His temperament is very similar to that of the man who led him out of the flames.

"Well, he helped you the day before yesterday."

It turns out that Taoist Master Jingyuan knows!Wang Xiaoji just wanted to tell about that incident.

"Did Master Jingyuan ask him to save me? Who is he?"

"No, he went by himself." Jingyuan paused and said, "My disciple."

Taoist Master Jingyuan's apprentice... there should be only one, right?

That, isn't that...

"My mistress?"

Mistress, what a ghost!Shen Sanque really taught this child badly.

Jingyuan rolled his eyes, noncommittal.

Gaze choked, and cast his eyes on the curtain curiously.

Wang Xiaoji also couldn't help looking at the face of his teacher's wife.

Teacher's wife's facial features are indeed similar to my aunt's, and...better looking than my auntie...

No wonder the teacher is so...

The song of the river god is melodious and tactful, and it is also very appealing.

Even Jingyuan hummed along, and the audience in the arena even more so.

The camera walks around the venue, recording the audience's expressions and actions, including...

"Eh?! This... isn't this my master?!" Wang Xiaoji said in shock.

On the curtain, Shen Sanque was also dressed in an ancient costume, his hair had also grown longer, and a blue ribbon was casually tied in it, and like everyone else, he had a fairy-like aura about him.

However, there is only a little bit of this temperament in him.

Because no fairy would push all the fruit mooncakes down, and then stand on the desk and sway with the singing...

The photographer also specially gave him a close-up for a minute and a half...

"Yeah, it's easy to recognize, right? Your master will always be the one who will destroy the atmosphere the most among them." Jing Yuan said coldly.

Dislike mode is on again...

"Uh, Daoist Jingyuan, is this the Mid-Autumn Festival party for demon masters?"

To be precise, it is the Mid-Autumn Hanfu party...

In terms of form, it can be said to be very retro and traditional.

Jingyuan looked up at the star-studded night sky, and said softly: "Forget it, the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala in their circle."

that circle?Hmm...then the "going home" that teachers and the others are talking about is actually going to this party?

Indeed, those audiences are very familiar with each other, really like a big family...

Wang Xiaoji stared fixedly at the curtain, when can I attend this kind of party?

The singing gradually died down.

River God bowed to the camera, and then walked towards the direction where Shen Sanque was.

At the same time, bursts of applause erupted from the audience, which was faintly mixed with whistles...

Of course, the whistle came from the most destructive audience - Shen Sanque.

The River God frowned, stopped, turned and walked to the other side.

Seeing this, Shen Sanque quickly jumped onto the round platform and chased after him.

At this time, someone yelled: "You have to perform on stage! Shen Sanque give us one!"

As soon as this statement came out, a stone stirred up a thousand waves.

The audience booed one after another: "Shen Sanque! Come one! Shen Sanque! Come one!"

Wang Xiaoji inexplicably remembered the pull song competition in military training...

Shen Sanque was not stage-frightened either, he hugged Heshen carelessly, and shouted to a red-robed little boy who was closest to him: "Red boy, microphone!"

Upon hearing this, the little boy named "Hongzi" picked up a gourd from an old man at the next table with a smile and threw it over.

Seeing this scene, Jingyuan was angry and funny, pointed at "Hongzi", and said to Jia Ze: "Boy, you and him, and the kid with the gold collar next to him, should be able to get along very well."

"I only want Xiaoji!" Jia Ze hugged Wang Xiaoji's arm tightly, but his eyes were glued to the curtain and refused to move away.

Shen Sanque caught the gourd, cleared his throat pretentiously, and said, "Since everyone is so enthusiastic, I am too embarrassed to refuse. Next, Shen Sanque, the number one song god, will bring you modern pop songs - "Preference"! Where is the applause?"

The audience didn't applaud, instead they let out a murmur.

Shen Sanque didn't care if they liked it or not, he smiled and snapped his fingers: "Lighting engineer! Cameraman! Music! Let's go!"

A beam of light hit him and the river god, and the prelude to the music sounded, but the cameraman only gave the stage a few seconds of shots, and then moved to the auditorium.

Wang Xiaoji saw two familiar faces in the crowd: "Uncle Taozi! Uncle Tao!"

At this time, Zhuwu was chatting with the people next to him, while Taotie was eating watermelon.

"Yes, the one next to your Uncle Taozi is Archie. If you meet him in the future, call him Uncle Archie." Jingyuan became interested, and introduced him: "The one next to your Uncle Tao is sleeping on the table. It’s Chaos, um, you can just call him Chaos.”

Wang Xiaoji nodded, remembering these two names.

While speaking, the camera turned to the stage again.

Shen Sanque had already held the gourd upside down, and sang affectionately to the River God, his voice was much gentler than before...

It turns out that the teacher sings very well!

However, the God of the River was obviously very disgusted. He glanced at him coldly, turned his head away, and looked elsewhere impatiently.

Shen Sanque also moved his face closer and sang for the second time: "Valid yesterday..."

"Very good, it seems that both of your master's hands are gone." Jingyuan suddenly laughed.

"Ah?" Wang Xiaoji didn't understand, "Why...why?"

"Because your master is trying to die." Jingyuan poured himself a cup of tea, and filled the coke for the two children, "so his two hands will definitely be 'nulled' by my apprentice."

Is my mistress so scary?

Wang Xiaoji was very surprised: "Is that teacher's wife the most powerful exorcist?"

"Higher than your master."

Well, I know this, Master said...

Wang Xiaoji remembered the series of comparisons made by Shen Sanque...

"Auntie!" Wang Xiaoji found another acquaintance in the auditorium.

The fourth princess of Baihai leaned against the woman on her left and whispered together, and made a "v" to the camera.

In stark contrast to the sullen middle-aged man on her right...

"Daoist Jingyuan, who is this?" Wang Xiaoji asked.

"My apprentice's father."

Jingyuan can understand the mood of Dragon King Baihai very well.

From their point of view, seeing Shen Sanque hugging the River God was like watching a dirty wolf dangling around with their favorite little white rabbit in its arms.

I really want to chop up the skin and bones of this wolf and feed it to the ants.

But after so many years, Jingyuan has also gotten used to it, at most she would dislike Shen Sanque a few words.

But Baihai Dragon King is different, it is estimated that in the future...

Jingyuan was happy to hear about it.

After Shen Sanque sang a song, warm applause and cheers erupted immediately from the audience.

Some children headed by Hongzai imitated what Shen Sanque had done just now, and whistled recklessly.

Hmph, they are all good examples taught by Shen Sanque...

Jing Yuan looked at Jia Ze: "Huh? Is this kid asleep?"

Only then did Wang Xiaoji realize that Jia Ze had fallen asleep leaning against him at some point...

"Maybe...he wants to sleep when he's full..."

Wang Xiaoji looked at the wreckage on the coffee table and felt helpless.

The live show seems to have just reached its climax.

Shen Sanque and the man in white were surrounded by a group of young people who swarmed up and danced.

Jumping and jumping, the fog thickened again, and when the fog disappeared again.The clothes of the people on stage turned into modern attire.

When the music changed, the stage suddenly turned into a jazz dance scene...

After a while, a woman in pink in the crowd suddenly sang a French song.

The people on the stage dispersed to the surroundings one after another, giving up the stage to this woman, and becoming an audience again.

Hey, girl Baihua went to learn French again?

Not bad.

Jingyuan raised the corner of her mouth, pointed at the woman on the curtain, and said, "Xiaoji, this is your Aunt Baihua."

Wang Xiaoji didn't answer him.

Jing Yuan turned her head and saw that the child was leaning on the sofa with Jia Ze around, and fell asleep too...

The child is so good, and can sleep well.

Jingyuan got up and carried them into the wing room one after another, tucked the quilt for them, closed the door gently, and walked slowly back to the yard.

The moon has risen to the highest point, and the sound of cicadas is getting quieter.

On the curtain, the fairy party is still going on.

Jingyuan looked at the old people and smiled, everyone has changed, but nothing has changed.

Suddenly, he sighed, poured half a glass of wine, and sprinkled it on the ground: "The heart of sorrow is easy to lose, but the heart of joy never dies. The world always seeks joy and happiness, and gods can't break this situation. Poor Dao is very different from you." The teacher is not a friend, but I pity you for your life of infatuation and suffering without definite fruit, so I toast a glass of thin wine to express your appreciation of your talents. If you still have the remaining soul, I hope to find another relationship in the world, no more attachments, forget each other in the world, and never be infatuated Entangled."

The wine slowly seeps into the soil...

Jingyuan summoned paper figurines to put away the curtain, and then walked to the end of the yard.

There is a door on the courtyard wall, and outside the door is a stone path leading to the bamboo forest outside the Taoist temple.

Jing Yuan hesitated for a while, finally pushed the door open, closed her eyes, and walked slowly along the stone path.

Opening his eyes, he saw the stone table and the chess set covered by fallen leaves.

He brushed off the fallen leaves, picked up a sunspot, tapped it on the chessboard, and placed it on the west-facing star position: "I am so forgetful when I get old."

Forgetful, indeed forgot...

It's okay to forget.

Jing Yuan shook his head, stretched out his hand to pick up a white piece from the opposite chess piece, but he still refused to drop the piece.

After a long time, his eyes darkened, he put the white piece back on the chessboard, and left with a flick of his sleeves.

The night wind passed by, and a few bamboo leaves fell on the chessboard.After a while, another gust of wind blew away the bamboo leaves.

Next to the sunspots, there is an extra white one.

"Only don't forget lovesickness."

In a flash, it will be number seven...

Wang Xiaoji got up early in the morning and wanted to make a breakfast for Jingyuan to express his gratitude, but when he passed by the gate, he heard a hasty knock on the door.

Who is so early?

He opened the door slightly, glanced at the person coming through the crack, and hurriedly opened the door: "Master! You...your face..."

Shen Sanque patted his head, and raised the corner of his mouth with difficulty: "I haven't seen you for a few days, do you think you're handsome again as a teacher?"

"..."

Looking at the two bright red palm prints and the eyes surrounded by bruises on his master's face, Wang Xiaoji didn't know what to say.

"Is it just a slap in the face?"

Jing Yuan walked over, very dissatisfied with the result.

"More than that, his two salty pig hands are broken!" Zhu Wu came out from behind, shaking his head resentfully: "Yuan Hua just connected it to him."

Shen Sanque dissatisfied: "What do you know, this is love! Do you know what favoritism is?"

Jingyuan taunted him mercilessly with the stalk of the song: "So you are happy when you are in pain, right?"

"Anyway, stubborn people don't complain about being tired, do they?" Zhuo Wu continued.

Wang Xiaoji tried his best not to lose his composure in front of the master, but when Jing Yuan slapped him on the shoulder, he still burst out laughing.

Shen Sanque touched his face: "You guys are jealous..."