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Relics of Time and Space Chapter 15 Apprenticeship

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    On a big poplar tree outside, small and exquisite orioles and cuckoos were hiding in the dense branches and calling, melodiously. The thick branches and leaves covered the wooden house below it. There were several persimmon trees around, and the red persimmons were red.  Like jade, they are hung all over the tree. It seems that this year will be a bumper autumn.  In a simple and simple hut under the shade of trees, Shen Congliang kowtows like pounding garlic. He kowtows on the ground non-stop, blood dripping from his forehead. He kowtows unconsciously. Gradually, his head starts to buzz, his vision goes dark, and he lies on the ground.  After a while, I opened my eyes. The quiet room was still neatly arranged with tables and chairs, but the heat in the teapot was gone. Everything seemed to have not changed, except that I went from bed to the ground. Could it be that I was dreaming, but everything was  So true.  It may be that the body was overworked, and it was not an exaggeration to say that he was preoccupied and had delusions. Then he slowly squatted down, picked up the teacups that fell on the ground piece by piece, and put them on the table. I thought that when the owner comes, I will pay double the price.  give him.  Thinking of this, I touched my arms and found nothing. Oops, I forgot to bring money. What should I do?  He owed it for now, and he would repay it twice as much in the future. Suddenly his mouth felt dry and his lips seemed to be cracked. He picked up the teapot and got a full cup. No matter what kind of tea it was, he drank it in one gulp, as if someone was watching him.  Just like grabbing him at any time.  It tastes sweet and refreshing in the mouth. I have never drunk such delicious tea in my life. My smoky throat feels as if it has been moistened by rain. It is cool and refreshing, and I immediately feel very comfortable.  Before he had time to enjoy it, his eyelids kept drooping, and sleepiness came over his heart. Shen Congliang put down his tea cup, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep.  There was only one thought in my mind, which was to sleep with him first, everything else was out of the mind. When I was about to slowly close my eyes, I saw the roof shaking non-stop, the world was spinning for a while, I was dizzy, and then I fell unconscious.  .  The sun slowly sets from the center to the west, stretching the shadows of the trees longer and longer. Gradually the shadows of the trees disappear, leaving only a bright red color in the west. Looking from a distance, all the scenery is covered with a layer of beauty.  Gorgeous red coat.  The bright moonlight flows quietly like mercury, and the swaying bamboo shadows further highlight the white brilliance of the ground. Only unknown crickets are chirping in the corner, occasionally mixed with the chirping of other insects.  The nights are always quiet and deep, less bustling during the day and more tranquil in the mountains. The swaying shadows of the trees tell the story of the busy day.  During the day, you may never understand the darkness of the night.  Compared with the bustle during the day, the night is always so quiet. How many people are busy all day long, but only at night can they get a moment of peace and a short rest.  The little lights like stars are decreasing one by one like the disappearing bubbles in the water. The village that was once red now only has two or three lights left, like eyes of the night, swaying feebly in the wind.  I don¡¯t know how much time passed, but there was only a little light in the window of one house, and the bamboo shadows were longing. A candle in the house was half burned, and the wax on the table slowly gathered into a line, dripping on the ground drop by drop, like an hourglass counting the time.  the passage of.  The boy on the bed had his brows relaxed and wrinkled. Under the dim light, his face was ferocious and a little scary. The corners of his mouth were twitching and he was mumbling. Occasionally, the word "mother" came out, "Don't go, why" and the like, intermittently.  Although the night continues, the light will come again. There are not many touching stories at night. A rising sun slowly rises from the horizon with golden light, and at the same time it becomes more and more dazzling, driving away the darkness of the night.  and cold.  The fear and terror lingering in my heart faded away silently.  A rare smile appeared on the face of the young man on the bed, waving at the corners of his mouth. It should be the rising sun that brought him good luck.  Then he opened his eyes again. The sunlight was still a bit dazzling. This time, he did not open them directly. Instead, he stretched out his lazy hand to cover his eyes and slowly moved away, like a newborn baby curiously looking at it.  Looking at the tables and chairs around him, he seemed to be trying to remember something.  Then I slowly started to do it, put on my shoes, held the table with one hand and walked out the door. Although the severe pain in my body was not as bone-chilling as yesterday, every time I moved, my joints still ached.  When he walked to the door, there were some beads of sweat on his forehead, he was breathing heavily, and he opened the heavy door with both hands.  ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????: A warm wind blows in front of your face.  The leaves are still so bright and green, and the marble path in front of the door is smooth and bright. After the rain washes the world, everything becomes new, only the adobe in the east has layers of green.?Moss, a few collapsed areas, and mottled cracks, probably due to years of disrepair.  There is a stone chessboard under the walnut tree in the yard, and there are stone benches in the southeast and northwest. There is some water on it. I think no one has played chess since it rained.  Shen Congliang shouted: "Is there anyone there?" His voice was hoarse and a little slurred, probably because he had been shouting in the Zangxiang Pavilion for too long.  The yard was quiet. Except for a few sparrows that were frightened away by the shout, the only sound was the breeze blowing on the walnut trees.  In the silence, he could almost hear his own heartbeat. The small courtyard exuded an ancient and rustic atmosphere, like the residence of ancient people. Everything was so simple and generous, except for some necessary tools, there was nothing else.  While he was thinking wildly, footsteps sounded in the east. He turned around and saw that it was the immortal old man he met in his dream. His broad Taoist robes were fluttering in the wind, like an immortal descending to the world. His face was rosy and his expression was magical.  The air is refreshing, and the whole person is full of energy and energy. I walk steadily, and the fallen leaves on the ground move without any wind.  As he passed by, yellow leaves were floating to both sides. His clothes were plain and simple. Like this small courtyard, there were not so many decorations. One look at him and he knew that he was an expert from this world.  "Master." Shen Congliang knelt down early and lowered his head, showing more respect than when he saw the emperor.  "Get up." The person who appeared was Master Zhao Yi, coughing and said.  Although Shen Congliang didn't know where he came from, he thought that this was a two-entry courtyard, and Zhao Yi lived in the back. There must be a path leading directly to the east.  When Shen Congliang heard this, he jumped up from the ground as if he was being pardoned, and said happily: "Thank you, Master." Zhao Yi asked doubtfully: "When did I accept you as my disciple?" Shen Congliang knelt down again and raised his face.  Lai said: "Master clearly agreed just now, but he still wanted to regret it." Zhao Yi was not polite this time, but acted as if he hadn't seen it. His face suddenly turned gloomy and said: "Why didn't I know when I agreed?" Shen Congliang's face  There was no fear or anger on his face, but he replied solemnly: "Master's tone and content just now are commonly used words between masters and disciples. If they are closer or more distant than this, they would not be said like this." Like an innocent child.  I am explaining my inner truth to my parents.
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