Chapter 67
Seeing that Meng Wanqiu had taken his words to heart, Buxuzi's expression finally cleared up and his tone softened. "Just keep it in mind."
but.
Buxuzi cleared his throat twice, glanced upward, and said in an ambiguous tone, "You should use different methods for different people. You should have a good sense of judgment in your heart."
Meng Wanqiu's eyes flickered slightly, and combined with Buxuzi's previous words, she instantly understood his subtext.
What Buxuzi meant was that we should not use bad means to treat good people, but if they are bad people, that is another matter.
That’s right, that’s what Buxuzi thought.
He wasn't a pedantic person who categorized abilities. He knew Meng Wanqiu's background and understood that her methods were life-saving skills she had learned with great difficulty in order to survive.
Ability itself is neither good nor bad, but it depends on the person who uses it and the object he is dealing with.
Why did I say the word "weird"? First, Buxuzi discovered that Meng Wanqiu had attacked the baby-faced soldier, and second, it was to scare her and tell her to use those abilities with caution.
It was not stated explicitly, just to let Meng Wanqiu experience it and find the right balance herself.
"I understand, Master." Meng Wanqiu said with a smile.
Buxuzi stroked his beard and nodded. "It's good that you understand. Don't waste your abilities foolishly." "This child is teachable."
"Okay, I won't ask you to use those abilities. Master is not that overbearing. Here, take this." Buxuzi rummaged in the sleeves of his Taoist robe and actually found two books.
Meng Wanqiu took them and found that one was titled "Acupuncture" and the other was titled "Pharmacopoeia". There was no doubt that both books were related to medical skills.
"Master, this..."
"Well, you just learn this for now. With your foundation, you should have no problem learning by yourself. I won't teach you. I have something else to do and I will leave tomorrow." Buxuzi waved his hands repeatedly. He had never taught an apprentice before. Although he had a total of four apprentices including Meng Wanqiu, he just threw books to them and let them learn by themselves.
Fortunately, the disciples that Buxuzi accepted were all extremely intelligent people, and they never disturbed Buxuzi during his studies, which made Buxuzi secretly very proud.
Look, all the disciples he accepted are outstanding people.
When Meng Wanqiu heard that Buxuzi was not going to teach her and wanted her to learn on her own, the corners of her mouth twitched. It was too easy for him to accept this disciple.
"Master, are you leaving tomorrow?" Meng Wanqiu frowned slightly.
Buxuzi nodded and said, "All good things must come to an end. I have other things to attend to, so I won't stay any longer."
Meng Wanqiu: "Then how should I contact you?"
Buxuzi leisurely ate half a piece of peach cake, picking up the fallen crumbs and putting them into his mouth. "Don't contact me. As I said before, we will meet when we are destined to. The same goes for your three brothers. When I need to find you, I will find you."
"We don't have many rules in our sect. The first and most important one is to refrain from betrayal. We must respect our country and never do anything that goes against its interests. We must respect our teachers and fellow disciples and not kill each other. If any of these evil creatures appear among my disciples, I will personally punish them. Second, we must refrain from indiscriminate killing. Of course, this extremely vicious beast can be ignored."
The vicious beasts Buxuzi was referring to were specifically the Japanese devils who had committed heinous crimes and committed monstrous crimes. His bag of military medals were from the Japanese devils he had killed when he came down the mountain.
"Third, defend your country and do more good deeds. I don't force you to do this. We have always followed our hearts and lived freely. But this is based on not harming others and not violating justice and morality."
After saying this, Buxuzi looked at Meng Wanqiu and asked, "Any questions?"
Meng Wanqiu's face was serious, the golden light reflected in his eyes, and his voice was clear and loud, "No more."
She can do all three.
"That's it, let's go out and eat. I can smell the aroma of meat." Buxuzi clapped his hands, stood up, straightened his robe, and walked towards the door.
Meng Wanqiu smiled and shook her head, then stood up and followed Buxuzi. This master was very efficient and effective, without any delay.
If Meng Wanqiu looked carefully, she would have noticed that Buxuzi's steps were a little flustered. He must be deliberately hiding something.
"Master, now you're out, I was just about to call you." Meng Mingxia was arranging his chopsticks. Seeing that the two of them were in a good mood, a smile appeared on his face.
Pei Xingzhi was wearing an apron and preparing to serve the last dish in the kitchen. The apron belt outlined his slender waist, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, which was very attractive.
Meng Wanqiu saw it with her sharp eyes, so she sneaked in and came up behind Pei Xingzhi, and put her hands on Pei Xingzhi's waist with a lecherous look. She put her arms around him, touched and pinched him, like a little hooligan.
Pei Xingzhi knew who it was without turning around. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his smooth muscle lines.
Even though he was holding a shovel in one hand and a pot in the other, the smell of oil smoke was in the air, and the light from the fire and the lamp shone on his profile, making his delicate and three-dimensional facial features more prominent.
What he was doing was not elegant, but it did not affect his cool and handsome aura at all.
Meng Wanqiu was so fascinated by him that she hung on Pei Xingzhi's back with her bulging belly, rubbing her small, upright nose against his back, and the sticky energy was almost overflowing.
Pei Xingzhi chuckled. Seeing how heartless she was, he knew the matter had been resolved.
The little rascal's hands were restless. Not satisfied with touching through the clothes, he even tried to pull out the hem of the clothes and try to get inside. Pei Xingzhi quickly stopped him, "Don't bother me, little rascal. It's time for dinner soon, go wash your hands."
Meng Wanqiu muttered and said "oh" reluctantly, then was pushed out by Pei Xingzhi to wash her hands.
In the yard, Meng Mingxia looked at Buxuzi who was sitting opposite him, with some eagerness and hesitation in his eyes. He wanted to ask the Taoist priest to tell his fortune, but he didn't want to know his future. He just felt it was novel and wanted to experience it.
Buxuzi picked up some fried potato chips and ate them with a crunching sound. "Don't worry, young man. I'll settle it for you later."
At night, the two of them stayed in the same room, both with kangs, so they had plenty of time to chat. Buxuzi quite liked his little apprentice as his brother. He was a good boy with a clear mind and a good heart.
Buxuzi picked up the food very quickly. It seemed that he liked this dish very much. One third of the food was already gone on the plate.
Fried potato chips are not French fries. After digging out the potatoes, wash them, cut them into thin slices, and then dry them in the sun until the potato slices dehydrate and shrink, and then seal them for storage.
The method is also simple. When the oil is hot, put the dried potato slices into the pan and fry them for five or six seconds. When they are ready, the color will turn into an attractive golden yellow, and they will be fragrant and crispy.
The unique aroma of potatoes. After being dehydrated, the starch on the surface is fried, and the aroma is rich and fragrant. It is a very delicious dish to go with wine.
Hearing Buxuzi's words, Meng Mingxia's eyes lit up. He suppressed his excitement and said happily, "Thank you, Taoist priest. Would you like some wine? I'll get you some."
Buxuzi nodded quickly and patted Meng Mingxia on the shoulder, "You're a good young man, very sensible!"
Meng Mingxia smiled and got up to go find some wine. He felt like he was at home in Meng Wanqiu and Pei Xingzhi's house, and he knew where everything was.
Meng Wanqiu reminded him, "Second brother, the two jars on the far right are medicinal wines for nourishing your body. Bring them to Uncle Song tomorrow."
"Okay, I got it!"
Meng Mingxia entered the house, and Pei Xingzhi brought out the last dish, pig's trotters stewed with dry beans. The rich aroma instantly hit them.
The jar bean is a kind of slender bean and one of Meng Wanqiu's favorite vegetables. Whether it is cut into grains and stir-fried with some green and red peppers, or cut into sections and stewed with some salt and water, and then made into a bowl of chili dipping sauce, Meng Wanqiu likes it very much and can eat several bowls of rice every time.
However, this kind of beans are seasonal. Once the fresh ones are eaten up in the current season, you can only wait until next year to plant them again.
However, because Meng Wanqiu liked to eat it, half of the small vegetable plot in the yard was planted, and Pei Xingzhi went to the nearby rural area to buy dozens of kilograms from the villagers.
After buying them, blanch them all in water, then pick them out and dry them in the sun until they are completely dehydrated and dry, so they can be preserved for a long time.
It was just a few dozen kilograms of fresh beans, which were less than ten kilograms after drying, but it was enough for Meng Wanqiu to eat.
Dried beans are just as delicious, but have a different flavor than fresh ones. They add a unique taste when stewed with various meats.
After Meng Mingxia came back with the wine and they each poured a glass, the dinner officially began.
Buxuzi took a sip of wine, his eyes lit up, and then he kept looking at Meng Wanqiu.
Meng Wanqiu understood immediately, "I'll write down the recipe for you later."
This old man has a really sharp tongue. The wine she made was all from her previous life, and she had spent a lot of effort to find the famous wine from all over the place.
Buxuzi was satisfied, he raised his head and drank it in one gulp, and Meng Mingxia filled his glass again.
Pei Xingzhi placed a piece of pig's trotter in Meng Wanqiu's bowl and said to Buxuzi, "Master, don't just drink. Eat more vegetables."
Buxuzi tasted each dish to give Pei Xingzhi face and praised him, "They all taste good. My apprentice is so lucky."
Pei Xingzhi smiled faintly, "If it tastes good, eat more. Tell me when you want to eat it, and I'll make it for you."
Buxuzi nodded with satisfaction, and was very happy with Pei Xingzhi's self-awareness.
Well, these young people are all good. As an elder, he can’t always take advantage of the younger ones. He has to prepare a gift for the meeting.
Buxuzi was thinking about a suitable gift in his mind and decided to wait until he left before giving it to him. Otherwise, he wouldn't like being thanked all the time.
Night, in the room.
Even across half the yard, Meng Wanqiu could hear Buxuzi's snoring.
When Pei Xingzhi came in, Meng Wanqiu climbed out of bed and said, "Should we change the room for our second brother? The old man's snoring is too loud."
Meng Mingxia will also return to the army tomorrow. He doesn’t know whether he will have to carry out the mission when he returns. Meng Wanqiu is worried that it will affect his rest.
Pei Xingzhi walked over and rubbed Meng Wanqiu's head. Her hair, which was usually tied up when she slept, had loosened into big fluffy waves, and her lips were a healthy red.
Her eyebrows and eyes were beautiful and delicate, and the loose pajamas revealed her slender neck and collarbone. Coupled with the subtle maternal nature on her body, she was full of sexual temptation, and everything about her fascinated him.
Pei Xingzhi's eyes darkened, and he calmly brushed the messy hair on Meng Wanqiu's temples behind her ears, and comforted her: "It's okay, I asked my second brother, he is in the army and has been used to it for a long time." His hand did not leave, and he pinched the cute and delicate earlobe lingeringly.
Meng Wanqiu's body softened instantly, her eyes were filled with mist, and her charming and gorgeous peach blossom eyes were now shimmering and moving.
Pei Xingzhi quickly put his arm around Meng Wanqiu's slender waist and whispered softly in her ear, "Wait a moment."
Then he gently placed Meng Wanqiu on the bedding, and with his other hand, he kneaded the soft flesh on her waist. The mist in Meng Wanqiu's eyes spread, and she looked extremely pitiful.
Pei Xingzhi chuckled, kissed her eyes lovingly, and stood up to turn off the lights.
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