The old man said, "The young man has a good understanding, but have you ever thought about how to catch it if you have the strength?"
"This ….." QuYong couldn’t answer.
"How about the young man being original and discussing something with you?"
Qu Yong said, "Please speak, Taoist priest."
The old man rubbed his hands and said with some embarrassment, "This beaver is very grateful to being original …"
"This ….." Qu Yong intuitively felt that the old Taoist priest was a master. He wanted to say "What’s to thank for this little thing", but the old man couldn’t bear to part with this beaver and said, "You let the Chinese herbal medicine in this valley be picked by you?"
Qu Yong also looked around the scenery just now. He found that there were many herbs everywhere, which he had never seen before.
"How about it?"
"Taoist priest" QuYong primly said, "I haven’t caught this beaver yet. If you don’t exchange things with me"
"good! "The road is full of joy and thumbs up." The young man has a good heart. "
The beaver didn’t move until now, and it seemed that it felt its time to turn around and escape, but it was already too late. The sophisticated and wide sleeve drew a round beaver, and it was finally caught in the palm like a drunk.
Lao Dao laughed. "I didn’t expect Lao Dao to meet such strange things as wind-born beasts when I was near my birthday. It seems that God still doesn’t want to accept me!" He laughed and shouted at Qu Yong, "Young man, be original and keep your promise. You can pick flowers and plants in this valley at will."
Qu Yong was already dumbfounded. He didn’t expect that he couldn’t catch the beaver. The old Taoist priest couldn’t help but admire him for a long time. "Taoist, I … I think … is it because the circle is smooth in all directions that the beaver can’t borrow force, so you can’t help it?"
"Oh?" When the old Taoist saw Qu Yong, he could actually think of this story. "Good, good, savvy young man. Although we met for the first time, I can see that you are an upright and good boy. Do you answer me in vain when I ask you a question?"
Qu Yong said, "Please speak, Taoist priest."
Lao Dao said, "How did you meet this beaver? Want to know this spirit beast ordinary people but don’t have the blessing to see "
Qu Yongyuan originally said, "When I bowed my head and drank the spring water, I heard it cooing and looked up to see whether it was squatting at the mouth of the cave or a rabbit. I chased it all the way through the cave before I entered here. I didn’t know it was a wind beaver until you told the Taoist priest."
"Goo goo," the old Taoist said to himself, "Why should this beaver goo goo to you on purpose? Did it only appear because of you? But what will lead you all the way to my valley? "The old Taoist priest was suddenly shocked. What did he think of?" Being original is almost in Shou Yuan. It happened that God sent me a continuation of life and a young man with extremely high understanding. Isn’t this God’s will to be original and continue that true metaphor? "
"Taoist?" Qu Yong saw the old man’s eyes glazed over and muttered something he didn’t understand. Suddenly, the old man grabbed Qu Yong’s hands and looked forward to saying, "How old are you this year, son?"
Qu Yong felt that the old hand was like a red-hot iron hoop, and it hurt and burned him. He tried to say, "I’m twenty."
"Twenty" Road released his hand again. "How can you send someone who is already twenty years old? It’s time to lay that foundation. "
"Come on, kid," the old man walked two steps and said, "You push me."
Qu Yong inexplicably said, "Push you?"
"Yes," the old man said seriously, "If my feet don’t contribute and my hands don’t stand in your way, just push me. If I can push my feet back, even if you win."
QuYong shook his head. "I can’t do this. How can I take advantage of you like this? Besides, I don’t want to win you."
Lao Dao said, "What a big breath. You can push me first."
"good!" QuYong to gently push the sophisticated body cleverly turned a circle QuYong whole person slipped to one side and couldn’t move his fraction.
The old man smiled and said, "Haha, the young man can’t do it alone."
"That’s because my feet slipped." Qu Yong was careful this time. After he slowly approached the old road, he suddenly pushed his hands once. He was worried that the old road was too old to stand the strength, but this time it was the hard work of the old road or the rotation of the circle. Qu Yong slipped to one side involuntarily.
"How did this happen?" Qu Yong was not stupid on the contrary, but still very clever. He felt something was wrong twice in a row. His third hand was very slow and his hands were slowly attached to the old chest, and he didn’t force hard until he felt it.
Even so, the result is still the same. Qu Yong slipped for the third time and he looked admired.
The old man smiled and said, "Do you want to try again, young man?"
QuYong wiped his face and sweat, nodded, and failed several times in a row, forcing the stubborn strength out of his bones. At this time, it is not his temper to let go and give up.
Lao Dao seems to appreciate his "good temper"