Xihua Village is located in the beautiful Jiangnan hills, surrounded by Eagle Ridge on three sides. A stone road leads along the only gap to the small town at the foot of the mountain - Wuxi Town. The road surface may be wide or narrow, winding or zigzag, up or down.

Below. Due to constant trampling, the stone slabs are washed smooth and shiny after the rain. If it is a summer afternoon, you can still feel the slightest warmth when you step on them with bare feet.

Abundant rainwater makes the trees in the ridge lush and green. In the early morning or on rainy days, mist wraps around Eagle Ridge. On sunny days, eagles often appear circling, swooping down from time to time, and picking up a hare or pheasant.

The scene is soaring into the sky. There are as many wild mushrooms, medicinal herbs and so on in the forest as chicken feathers.

Xiaoji's surname is Mo, his scientific name is Moji, and his nickname is Xiaoji.

Xiao Yoshihara is the most lovable child in Xihua Village.

On the day of the full moon, a pair of big eyes will turn around, and a smile will appear on the face; the thick lips will be wide and cleft,

Old people often say: "Men are big talkers."

He can talk when he is one year old. He calls out to those with breasts "Erty-one, Eryi" and old people "Yaya, Yaya". He is so cute. People in the village can't help but fall in love with him when they meet him.

Touch his head and pinch his chubby little face.

When he was more than two years old, he could count three-seven-twenty-one and four-seven-twenty-eight. He was amazed that he was a genius and the future talent of Xihua Village.

But just this year, his parents had a car accident while going out to work, and both passed away. Fortunately, his grandfather was still alive, and the old man persisted in taking Xiao Ji to the age of ten, so he had no choice but to leave.

Xiao Ji also has an uncle named Mo Deliang, who lives in this village. Ever since Xiao Ji's parents left, he has never thought of visiting his nephew, otherwise he would not need his grandfather to take care of Xiao Ji.

After grandpa left, Mo Deliang came over and kicked Xiaoji out of the house where he lived, saying that it was originally his home and was temporarily lent to grandpa and Xiaoji to live in. How could Xiaoji know these things at such a young age? People in the village

Also in line with the attitude of minding one's own business, no one said anything.

When the village chief Zhang Taofu saw Xiao Ji hugging Zhang's tattered quilt, alone and with nowhere to go, he felt compassion again.

When Xiaoji was six years old and it was time for him to go to school, his grandfather had no money to send him. Zhang Taofu negotiated with the principal of the school and waived all his fees. Xiaoji did not waste this free opportunity, and his academic performance was as good as that of more than 30 children every year.

The best of them all.

Lifting up the pile of tattered quilts and holding his thin little hand, Zhang Taofu walked towards the depths of Eagle Ridge.

There is a broken Taoist temple halfway up the Eagle Ridge. There lives an old Taoist priest, who must be in his late eighties. He is in good health and has nothing to do every day. Sometimes he catches a hare in the mountains, picks mushrooms, and cooks some yam.

I went to the small town at the foot of the mountain to exchange some rice, oil, and salt every day. I lived a simple and happy life.

When the village chief took Xiaoji up to Poguan, the old Taoist priest was enjoying his porridge and the fresh mushroom soup in his bowl.

Zhang Taofu took Xiao Ji and spoke to the old Taoist priest straight to the point: "Taoist Master, this child is helpless now. It is really pitiful. There is no suitable family in the village willing to adopt him. Please help to take care of him, so that I can give it to you."

I always want to be a companion or something. The village gives me 500 kilograms of millet every year."

Looking at Xiao Ji who was hiding behind the village chief's butt, the old Taoist priest walked over and touched the top of his head lovingly, down the spine to the tail vertebra, and thought to himself: He is a good martial artist. A cheerful expression appeared on his face.

, said: "Okay, since you and I are destined, just think that I have accepted a closed disciple."

Xiaoji didn't know where he learned it from, so he quickly knelt down in front of the old Taoist, kowtowed three times, and said crisply: "Master, please accept my disciple's three bows!"

The old Taoist's outright joy of "haha" and his sigh of relief that he was lucky enough to have a disciple in his old age.

The village chief couldn't help praising the boy for his cleverness. When he was dragging him up the mountain, he was still worried that the old man would not accept the little boy. Now such a result can be regarded as Xiaoji's luck in his misfortune.

The old Taoist pulled Xiaoji up, pointed to an unused house in the temple, and said, "Go and clean it, and you will live there from now on."

Xiao Ji hugged his pile of tattered quilts and jumped in.

Seeing that everything was well arranged, the village chief went down the mountain with satisfaction, carrying a hare given by the old Taoist.

"Master, are you trying to dry up this bucket of dark water?" Xiaoji couldn't help but ask.

Since the village chief left, Lao Tao has been busy. He put the medicinal materials collected from the mountain into a large iron pot and cooked it for a whole morning until Xiao Ji cleaned the room where the mice had nested. Clean.

"Quickly jump into the bucket and take a good bath." The old man poured the soup made from medicinal materials into a wooden bucket and said to Xiao Ji.

Looking at the bucket of dark soup, Xiao Ji reluctantly climbed in. As soon as he entered, he felt a little hot. He immediately wanted to climb out, but the old man held his head down and couldn't move.

Under the stimulation of the overly scalding soup, Xiaoji's tender skin began to turn red quickly, and finally turned purple.

Xiao Ji cried out in grievance: "Wow, Master, it hurts so much."

The old man ignored him and kept pressing his head, letting Xiao Ji cry and scream.

The temperature of the soup slowly dropped, but the pain in Xiaoji's whole body increased rapidly. The medicinal materials in the soup slowly penetrated along the open capillaries on the skin, and every part of the skin on the body felt hot and itchy. Numbness... mixed flavors, all kinds of tastes came to my mind. Especially the vagina, which is the most fragile part of the body and the most sensitive nerves. Xiaoji felt as if the entire vagina no longer existed. Sweat and tears poured down his face and quickly fell into the soup. Suddenly Xiaoji's cry stopped and he fainted.

The old Taoist was not in a hurry, as if everything was as expected. He took a deep breath, and a stream of true energy was gently injected into his body along the hand holding Xiaoji's head. .

After a while, Xiaoji slowly opened his eyes.

"Master, isn't that enough? Do you want to kill me?" Xiao Ji said weakly, as if he hadn't eaten for ten days and a half. At this moment, there was a slight smile on his face.

The old Taoist looked at it with no expression on his face, but he was secretly surprised in his heart: This little guy is not simple, he still has the intention to joke at this time. But when it is the first time to accept such a test, few people can still laugh. of.

I don’t know how long it took, but when the water in the barrel had lost its temperature, the old man picked him up and left the barrel and put him on the bed.

"You brat, please wish yourself well."
Chapter completed!