The stinging feeling was just a moment, like being scalded by Mars. Chang Sihao blinked his eyes. Before he could recall it, it was a beam of gaze or a reflected sunlight. He suddenly realized that the man in the flower shirt on the noodles tea stall had disappeared. There were a few rotating old money on the table.

He was stunned for a moment. He looked out the window and was about to take a closer look. Suddenly he felt that the wind was not good. He quickly narrowed his neck. A stool flipped over the sky and gently laid it on the slope of the eaves outside the window. He followed the flower shirt and moved. There were more people on the stool. He curled his hands like a cat and smiled "meow." He shouted in, "It's the dish. Why is it so slow?"

"Come."

The guy sang loudly, holding a tray in his hand, putting all kinds of dishes on the table, placing the dishes in his mouth and reporting the names of the dishes. After that, he picked the tray and kept running. Then he saw the man in the flower shirt outside the window. He was shocked. When he stepped back and looked carefully, he saw him holding his knees and squatting on the edge of a small square stool. The legs of four stools were two siding on the ground, two hanging in the air, stuck between the eaves and tiles. It was like juggling.

The owner of the noodle tea stall poked his head out from the bottom of the parasol, looked around and muttered: "Hey. Where is my stool? Who took it?"

The man in the flower shirt turned around and waved down. He smiled and said, "Here, here, here, here, sit for a while." He held his wrist with his five fingers and halfway, and it was like a cat's claw. When he waved, the stool was swaying, as if it would fall down from the eaves at any time.

Chang Sihao realized that "meow" that this was the man on the roof of the east wing yesterday. But yesterday he wore a pink shirt. Today it was a flower shirt. Now he was closer. Only then did he understand. It turned out that the flowers were stained. He smiled and smiled. His forehead was broken and his hair was like velvet. He looked like a girl who had never had a face. He looked only 25 or 26 years old. His cheeks were stubborn, making everyone look old. He asked, "Brother. Where is your umbrella."

The man in the flower shirt smiled: "It's sunny day, what umbrella is there?" As he said that, he reached out to grab the roast chicken on the table. Tang Moxian's chopsticks immediately slanted out. He pointed his wrist bones. The man in the flower shirt smiled. He turned his claws into flat palms. He gently pressed the fingertips on the side of the plate. The chopsticks rubbed over the back of his hand. At the same time, the plate "climbed" sounded. The roasted chicken bounced and flew out the window. He opened his mouth and was holding the chicken's butt. Tang Moxian raised his eyebrows and raised one arm suddenly. Chang Sihao quickly raised his hand and blocked his wrist and turned it upwards. The "climbed" sounded softly. Two chopsticks and a sleeve arrow were nailed to the top of the window. The restaurant guy was frightened and sat on the ground with his legs weak. He grabbed the stairs and climbed to the side.

The man in the flower shirt bit the chicken's butt and chewed it in his mouth. He shook his head and smiled, "Stingy. The Tang Sect's pattern is really not big." He also learned Tang Moxian's technique and raised his hand. The roasted chicken flew out. The chicken's body suddenly turned white when it left his fingertips. When it swirled and fell back into the plate, it had become naked. It turned out that the whole chicken skin had been torn off by him.

The chicken skin was roasted with sugar, crispy, tender and slightly burnt. But he could tear off the whole piece the moment he took off. This technique was by no means an idiot. The Tang Sect was dominant with hidden weapons. He put in a deeper effort in fingers and wrists. Seeing that the other party's hand exposed far exceeds his own, the Tang brothers took a breath of air conditioning.

The man in the flower shirt smiled and stuffed a handful of chicken skin into his mouth.

Chang Sihao bowed his hand and said, "Brother, I don't know..." But his words faded because of the other party's movement of shaking his fingers.

The man in the flower shirt chewed his cheeks bulged and said with a smile: "Why is the successor of the old swordsman Xu? Why doesn't he grow up like this?"

Chang Sihao was a little stunned. The man pointed to the cup on the table and said, "Look at it if it is good." Chang Sihao: "...Nothing is wrong." The man scratched his knees and smiled, "It is nothing bad. It is good. Then what about me." Tang Mo Enqi said, "The cup is a cup. You are you. What does it matter." The man said, "The cup is me. I am a cup. The cup is very good. I am very good. Why ask okay?" Tang Moxian slapped the table and said, "I think your baby is a madman."

The man swallowed the chicken skin and laughed: "Yes. Everyone in the world is me. I am the world. You are him. He is me. I am you. You are a madman. A madman is a cup. A mug is a chicken."

Tang Moxian said: "Okay. I'll treat you to chicken." His wrist shook, and the tea in the cup was splashed out in a flake. The movement was hidden and swift. The water piece covered all the other party's possible directions to avoid.

The man had no reaction and was splashed with a flowery face.

Everyone was surprised at this moment. Because this person was on the eaves, whether he jumped up or dodged sideways, he could at least avoid his face. Although tea was embarrassing to get clothes, he was not so embarrassed. He didn't even move. It was obvious that he was ready to be hit by this splash. The martial arts people paid great attention to face. Isn't it embarrassing to do this?

The man looked bent and his eyes were squinting, and his nose wings sniffed the fragrance of tea. He smiled and said, "The ambergris rolled up angrily and flew his face. Qingfang showed off his own beauty and the cold plum blossoms. The red apricots hurt the plum blossoms. The cup of wells is hard to be a fragrant boudoir." As he said, it was like a cat washing his face. He rubbed his hands with water. He said, "It smells so fragrant. Haha. It smells so fragrant." His hands were covered with chicken oil. After wiping, he made his beard sticky and curled. His face was greasy and dirty. He didn't know whether the two words "very fragrant" refer to tea or chicken fragrance.

Chang Sihao observed him: "Listen to my brother, I seem to be quite dissatisfied with the meaning of the Jian family."

The man smiled and said, "The whole world is a family. Why should the Jian family? The universe is apart. Why should we not be optimistic about anyone's statement?"

Chang Sihao said, "Why did that brother sarcastic?" The man smiled and said, "How is my words just now different from what Xu Qiu's tomb said?" Chang Sihao calmed down and recalled. It was indeed the case. The old swordsman Xu said, 'I am you. You are me.' Then the person in front of him said that he was a madman. The madman was him. There was no difference in reality. The same words were spoken from two different people. Why did one look like the truth and the other look like a mockery?

The man smiled and said, "Old Xu often says 'Aware of the true self'. I come and go. I go and people come. It's just that they are still in each other's realm. There are differences. There are differences. There are right and wrong. The Hundred Swords Alliance is trapped in right and wrong. It's probably not accidental. Old Xu still knows that it is not the ultimate. Why should others regard him as the ultimate?"

Chang Sihao sneered, "It seems that my brother has surpassed each other's realm. So I don't distinguish between each other. No wonder I take people's things like taking my own family." The man smiled and said, "There is no chance meeting in the world. Everyone is a family. They only seem strange because they forget the past." Chang Sihao asked, "That brother should be generous and open to the family. Why do you sneak up on your cheeks?" The man put his hands on his cheeks and said sadly: "Only I remember that everyone is a relative. Others forget and don't believe it. Isn't it troublesome to explain? So it's better not to explain. It's better not to explain. It's better not to explain. It's better not to know anything. Nothing is nothing. There's nothing. Look at the water, moon, towers, sky, wind, earth, crowds come and go. I'm quiet. I'm not happy."

Chang Sihao's eyes were hollow and murmured: "This statement is a bit similar to one of my friends."

The man said, "He often takes things."

Chang Sihao shook his head: "On the contrary, he never touches other people's things, but he is always wronged."

The man smiled and said, "It's often because he lives too rationally. Everyone is a relative. He loves each other and is wronged by each other. It's normal for those who love you to see your heart and soul. Those who are wronged you can't see your heart and soul. Since you are all half blind, why bother with grievances or not?"

"Big Brother..."

The little girl downstairs finished her noodle soup and was held by a woman. She was waving her hand upstairs and saying thank you.

The man in the flower shirt also smiled and waved to greet him.

Chang Sihao said: "It seems that this girl is also your relative."

The man nodded with a smile.

Li Shuangji interrupted and said, "If you let her eat the thief stolen goods, who is the relative of the family?" The man said, "She ate noodle soup." Li Shuangji said angrily, "Then she wore it on her neck." The man said, "It's a bead string." Li Shuangji said, "Where did the bead string come from?" The man said, "It was replaced with a jade fan." Li Shuangji glared at the ox eyes: "The jade fan is not a thief stolen goods." The man smiled and said, "Even if it was, did he wear it on her neck."

Li Shuangji was so angry that she spitted on his face.

The man laughed and didn't care. The saliva slid down his oily face, pulling out long silk threads and dripping on the eaves, making everyone feel disgusted.

Kobayashi Zongqing combined ten words: "Amitabha Buddha, without cause, compassion, and compassion for the same body. I just heard the donor's words. It was quite consistent with the essence of Buddhism. However, stealing is not given and taking it. Whether you become a monk or a monk, it is absolutely not justified. The donor's actions harm others and oneself. It should be self-disciplined." The Buddhist lack of cause refers to no distinction, attachment and worries. The same body refers to viewing all sentient beings and oneself. Obviously, it means that his idea of ​​"not distinguishing each other" can be viewed with Buddhas. To be a monk, it can be regarded as a praise to the extreme. However, Buddhism emphasizes "precepts, concentration, and wisdom". After precepts, one can be determined and wisdom after concentration. The last few sentences say that the other party violated the great precept of stealing, and it fundamentally rejected his actions.

The man smiled and said, "I don't know whether it's harmful to others or myself. I'm too lazy to think about it. But now she and I are very happy."

Kobayashi Zongqing said: "The donor only cares about his own happiness. He has thought that those who lost their belongings will be sad."

The man smiled and looked at him: "Will the great monk, a person who is obsessed with things, be happy?"

Kobayashi Zongqing was speechless immediately.

People who throw things will be sad because they have a stubborn concept in their hearts, that is, "this is mine". If you let go of this persistence, what is mine is mine, and what is mine is also human. There is no difference between whom you belong to. It is the same as losing or not throwing. What is the same? What is sad to say? It can be seen that whether you are sad or not is not losing or not losing. But it is about being attached or not.

Chang Sihao laughed and said, "Your sensible words are strange. It's so delicious. I'll be taught."

The man smiled and said, "You are your own people. You are welcome. You are welcome." As he said that, he reached out and grabbed a pork trotter on the table. His beard was stuck to his face with chicken oil, and it became itchy. So he grabbed his cheeks and scratched his cheeks while eating, making the cheeks all over his mouth. Chang Sihao saw that he was innocent and childish in his eating habits. At this time, there was a neighing sound outside the window. Two horses at the intersection of the street slowed down and approached. One man and a woman were covered in plaid clothes. They were full of colorful colors. One person reached middle age, with cold eyebrows and pigtails on his head, and smiling.

Chang Sihao recognized Yan Linyuan and his daughter as soon as he saw him. He thought to himself, "Hey. They are here too." He looked back and forth and saw Huo Li Guwen walking together. At this time, Yan Shumei was making gestures immediately. Obviously, she meant to have a meal. Seeing his father nodding, he rode forward and looked around twice to see if there was a suitable restaurant.

The man in the flower shirt immediately smiled when he saw her smiling face. He threw the pig's trotter, grabbed the small stool and jumped down. His toes touched the ground slightly, and then bounced up again. A heel in the air was flipping over from Yan Shumei. While the two of them were intertwined, they kissed her lips like a dragonfly. When they landed safely, the small stool also steadily threw it back to the noodle tea stall.

Yan Shumei blinked her eyes and pressed her lips with her fingers. Then she realized that she had been kissed. She turned her head and saw a man in front of the horse looking up at her with a smile. She had been living in the border for a long time and was used to seeing Mengzang Huimin. Seeing that the man's hands were covered with oil, she didn't feel tired of it. The kiss just now happened. She didn't seem to be offensive. She licked her lips. She seemed to think the sauce tasted good. Instead, she laughed.

The man in the flower shirt raised his head and smiled and sighed: "Under the blue sky and the white sun, you can even see the beauty of the night. It's such a god-given opportunity. The creation is magical." Chang Sihao, Li Shuangji, Tang brothers and others in the restaurant were very disappointed when they heard it. They thought that this madman could not spit out ivory. He said "the beauty of the night". It's not that Han Guo who tried to change his ways is too dark.

Yan Shumei didn't realize that something was wrong with this. She smiled slightly to express her gratitude. She knelt stirrups under her feet and the horse went forward. The man in the flower shirt grabbed the bridle and followed the horse and said, "Miss Ye, why are you leaving? I haven't finished speaking yet. I'll sing a little song for you." His eyes kept leaving Yan Shumei's face. While he said, he smiled and circled around the horse's head. He hummed in his mouth: "Miss, beautiful, your body smells fragrant. Your nose is a small hill with a breath of wind..." Everyone upstairs felt a little swelling when they heard it. They all thought: "This guy is not really crazy, but half crazy.

Half crazy. He is also a scammer. Otherwise, such a vulgar song, how could he sing it?” Li Shuangji pressed his arms and felt particularly uncomfortable. He muttered: “No wonder he likes to eat chicken skin…” Chang Sihao couldn’t help laughing. The man in the flower shirt sang a few words and asked again: “Miss Ye. Why don’t you speak?” Yan Shumei looked at him and his eyes fell down. The man understood: “Oh. I understand.” He smiled and said: “Because you are a quiet night. There is no sound of cicadas, no sound of birds, no jumping frogs, no roaring wind. Right?”

After hearing this, Yan Shu's eyebrows smiled again, showing her white teeth. She was not very outstanding in her birth. But when she smiled, her affinity increased greatly. At this moment, she seemed to be emitting twelve points of beauty. She even shone with a little radiant. The man in the flower shirt smiled so hard that he couldn't stop smiling when he saw her so happy.

Yan Shumei made a gesture on her lips and pointed forward. The man in the flower shirt understood as soon as he saw it. He smiled and said, "Miss is going to have a meal? That's right. I have friends in this restaurant. The dishes are all ready. Let's go up and eat together." As he said that, Chang Sihao pointed at the window at the past.

Everyone upstairs collapsed at the same time. They thought that this guy was a "student". It was too polite to say that he was a "friend". Maybe in his heart, everyone was his "relative". It happened that he "eat, drink, and never thanks for his grandson."
Chapter completed!