hey little guy

Chapter 17 Sweet (2)
【magic】

The magician flicked his wrist for the last time, and more than ten pigeons flew out of the top hat.As he bowed slightly, the audience applauded enthusiastically.

Before the official end, the girls in the audience trotted back to the alley near their home.The magician lives near her house, and here is just enough to stop him.

When the boy passed by the alley, the girl jumped out and stopped in front of him.

"Mr. Magician... that... can you turn me into a flower?" The girl looked at the boy with hope, her cheeks flushed slightly.

The boy was taken aback for a moment, and smiled at the girl.He lightly twisted his fingers, and a bright rose came out of thin air.

The girl took the rose, turned and ran away.When she ran to the door, she patted her chest out of breath, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"He sent me flowers!"

After that day, every few days, the girl went to the show.After each performance, he would go to the alley to stop the magician and ask him for flowers.After a long time, the magician often chatted with her.

At the entrance of the alley, the girl jumped in front of the magician again.

"Mr. Magician, here I come again." The girl said softly.

As usual, the boy conjured up a rose and handed it to the girl. He walked with the girl for a while and was about to say something, but the girl waved her hand and ran away.

"He turned into a flower and gave it to me again today!"

Turning the street corner, the girl murmured to herself a little excitedly, and then said slightly sadly: "But..."

"However, you asked for the flowers yourself, right?" The magician's voice sounded beside the girl.

The girl was taken aback, she just felt that her face was going to burn, and she wished she could find a crack in the ground for a moment.She took a few deep breaths, raised her head, and said in a trembling voice, "Then... that, Mr. Magician, are you still here?"

The magician hesitated a little, and a little red flooded his ears.His eyes wandered, and he muttered softly: "A magician is not a magician. If you want to conjure flowers...you have to prepare in advance."

【Fox Fairy】

"Do you remember the specific method of use?" the old monk asked worriedly.

The young monk carefully put the alms bowl given to him by his master into his arms, and repeated what the old monk had told him a few minutes ago: "Touch the wall three times, circle your finger once, aim at the monster you want to subdue, and say softly, 'Shut up! 'That's it."

The old monk nodded.

The little monk jumped out of the mountain and left.He played and played all the way, chasing butterflies on the mountain path.When passing a landslide, he accidentally stepped on the sole of his foot.

The little monk rolled down from the top of the mountain, and his monk's clothes were torn to pieces by the branches.Before the back of his head was about to hit a rock, a fox leaped forward, turned into a human, and pulled him back.

The little monk stood up in a daze, and it took him a long time to wake up.As he kept thanking him, he saw the tail of the fox demon, was shocked, and hurriedly took out the bowl.

Seeing this, the fox demon changed his face, turned around and ran, but he hurt his leg when saving the little monk just now, so he couldn't run fast.The little monk chased after it, sweating profusely from anxiety.He knocked on the bowl, and his fingertips trembled and slid around the mouth of the bowl.

"receive!"

The fox demon's forward pace stopped, and a ray of light shot out from the depths of the bowl, covering the fox demon's body.It froze for a while, and was pulled back by a strong suction force.

"I finally caught you!" The little monk heaved a sigh of relief, and hurriedly put the lid on the bowl.

The fox demon only felt the world spinning, and entered a place surrounded by copper walls and iron walls in an instant.It struggled to stand up, suppressing the desire to vomit, and patted the copper wall in front of it.

"Damn little bald donkey, I really misjudged you, so you are just like those people." The fox demon said angrily, and punched the copper wall, "I saved your life, and you will repay your kindness like this! "

The little monk stuffed the trembling bowl into his bosom, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Hey!" A masculine male voice sounded.The swordsman holding on to a long sword flew up to the little monk and looked at him suspiciously.

"Are you also here to hunt down that fox demon?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" The little monk nodded vigorously, and pointed in a random direction, "But it is too strong, and I suffered a loss in fighting with it, so it fled there."

The swordsman's expression eased, he jumped and chased in the direction pointed by the little monk.

Waiting for him to go away, the little monk quietly opened the bowl.

"Run!" he said softly.

"Those who claim to be decent people, hum." The swordsman chased to the end of the forest, but he didn't see the fox demon.He relaxed his tense nerves, and said with a long breath, "It's fine...it's fine..."

【The Great Demon King is dead】

The desert behind the canyon is the base camp of the Demon King. The Demon King lives there alone and has not gone out for more than ten years.

Rumors have been circulating in the town recently that the Great Demon King is old and weak. After hearing about it, several knights decided to take this opportunity to make contributions.That night, the explosion in the depths of the canyon lasted for a long time before it stopped.Several knights escaped from the canyon and left the town in a hurry.

There are new rumors in the town.

"The Great Demon King is dead." Everyone said so, "He is really not as powerful as he was when he was young. The current Demon King can't even kill the humans who went to crusade."

Several knights heard the news and came to the town. They all agreed that the reason why the devil lingered until now is because the people who fought against the devil before were not good enough.Full of confidence, they crossed the canyon overnight and came to the entrance of the desert.

The Demon King, who was squatting bored on the ground to pile up sand, stood up in surprise, but before he could speak before the knight, he was forced back by a flash of sword light.

"Ahh! It's like this again, I'm so mad!!!"

The Demon King was so angry that he jumped up and down in the desert. All kinds of magic were thrown from his hands, and they exploded, overturning several knights.Obviously, this is not the first time that this kind of thing has happened, and the colored glaze reflecting the sunlight almost covers the entire entrance of the desert.

The Demon King looked at the trembling boys in front of him, burning with anger.

"Why did you come to kill me again?" he asked.

A knight wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said in a low voice, "There are rumors outside...you are getting old and your strength is not good...so..."

"So you guys just want to kill me and get honor?"

The knight nodded.

"Get out, get out of here!" The Demon King kicked the knight's ass, cursing.

The knight ran away like shit, and the big devil took a few deep breaths before finally calming down.

He looked at the blasted sandcastle with distress, turned into a human, and secretly followed the knights to the town.

"The Great Demon King doesn't want to be the Great Demon King anymore!" In the tavern, the Demon King disguised as a human burst into tears, "The reason why he let go of the humans who came to crusade time and time again is just to play with humans, please take care of the lonely old man... ..."

"Hmph, who would believe such words?" The bartender curled his lips in disdain as he watched the back of the devil leaving.

"Hey, have you heard that the Great Demon King is dead." He patted the shoulders of the people around him, and said mysteriously, "The news this time is guaranteed to be reliable!"

"Speaking of this this time, everyone should accept me..." The Demon King kicked the stone happily, thinking silently.

【tunnel】

"If you hadn't stepped on the accelerator in a hurry and rear-ended, we wouldn't have been buried here." The man looked at the blocked tunnel in front of him, feeling depressed, "Kids are really unreliable in driving. "

"Yes... I'm sorry." The young man said submissively.

The tunnel had collapsed for hours when he was woken by the man dragging him out of the airbag.At this time, the concrete and gravel are mixed together, and the front and rear of the tunnel are tightly blocked.The boy's car was still intact, and the man's car was almost completely buried, leaving only the trunk outside.

The man stared at the boy's face, finally sighed, and stretched out his hand to mess up the boy's hair.

"Son, don't be afraid." He said, "In such a big accident, people outside will definitely go to the rescue immediately. There is food and water in the car, enough to last until the rescue team finds us."

Time flies, and on the fifth day after being buried, the boy leaned listlessly by the car.

"Uncle, how does it feel to die..." he asked.

"Death is nothing more than becoming a ghost." The man shrugged and replied, "How does it feel?"

"You still believe that there are ghosts in the world. Seeing that you are so optimistic, you really don't seem to be a superstitious person." The boy smiled, "If I die here, the rescue team can dig up my bones and return them to my parents. I am content."

The man was silent for a while, then said: "Don't think so much, we won't die again."

"Here, it's the last bag left in the car." The man took out a bag of potato chips from the trunk and threw it to the boy. "I don't know when the rescue team will rescue us. You can save this bag."

The boy looked at the man with some doubts and said, "You don't want to eat?"

"I had already eaten when you were sleeping just now." The man replied.

"Again, you won't eat it yourself, give it to me, right?"

The man rolled his eyes and said, "Look at your yellow and thin face, and then look at me. Those who don't know will think that I robbed you of your food."

"That's right." The boy shrugged and tore open the package of potato chips.

On the seventh day after being buried in the tunnel, the gravel loosened slightly, and the boy woke up.The boy heard a loud noise, and sunlight shone into the tunnel through the tiny gap.

He regained his energy, hurriedly struggled to turn around, and shouted behind him: "Hey, uncle, we are saved!"

As the hole got bigger, the sunlight shifted and shone on the man.The man leaned against the car door, smiled at the boy, and scattered into a wisp of smoke.

【balloon】

"Buy a balloon!"

The cold wind blows through the square in the middle of the night, picking up the leaves on the roadside.The old man with a white beard and a pointed hat was holding a bunch of balloons in his hand, and kept selling them to passers-by on the side of the road.

Some passers-by waved their hands, and some simply turned a blind eye. Only a few couples were willing to stop, and only half of them bought the balloons.

When the takeaway boy came out of the store, the old man was in the square. He delivered the food more than an hour later, but the old man still hadn't left.

He watched the old man's stumbling steps, pushed the cart over, and took out a few banknotes from his pocket.

"Master, check how many balloons are left, I've bought them all." The delivery boy said, "It's already past 12:30, you can close the stall and go home."

The old man looked up at the delivery boy's attire, and shook his head: "One is enough."

"I like balloons." The delivery guy insisted.

"Buying one is enough, kid. Life is not easy if you are still working so late." The old man shook his head and smiled, "I know what you are thinking. I am not selling balloons for my livelihood, but because I am old. Being alone is boring, I just want to come out for a walk.”

"Master, you think too much, I really like balloons."

The old man took one from the bunch of balloons, stuffed the string into the hand of the delivery guy, and said with a smile, "If you like it, I'll give you one."

The takeaway boy was taken aback for a moment, not knowing how to respond.The old man walked away with a smile, leaving him standing there stupidly.

At the entrance of the hotel, a drunken man reeking of alcohol laughed and said goodbye to his friends.He waved his friend's hand to reassure him, opened the car door, staggered into the driver's seat, and turned the key.

As the ignition sounded, the man pulled himself together and stepped on the accelerator.

The takeaway boy led the balloon and rode the car slowly, and the harsh car horn sounded behind him.He turned his head, the blinding light dazzled his eyes.

The balloon in the delivery boy's hand made a loud noise and turned into two, and then four again.In just a short moment, a bunch of balloons pulled the takeaway boy to float up.The car skimmed over his toes, smashing his car to pieces.

"One is enough, kid." The old man took off the wizard hat on his head, shook, and said to himself with a smile.

【Buddha Statue】

Every day, the young man would go to the ruined temple at the foot of the mountain to worship the Buddha statue, praying to the Bodhisattva to bless him and find the spiritual grass that would heal his grandmother.In order to treat his grandma, he insisted on collecting herbs day after day, and he never complained.

Another day passed, and the boy finally came to the last area he had never explored.

In the cracks on the rock wall, a plant scattered with stars swayed in the wind.The young man showed joy, hurriedly climbed up the rock wall, and carefully picked off the plant.

The young man held the spirit grass and compared it with the drawing on the book in his hand, his face became more and more joyful.He laughed heartily, packed the spiritual grass into a package, ran to the nearest market, and bought a basket of fruit with the dinner money.

In the ruined temple, the boy put the fruit on the table in front of the altar.

"Thank you Bodhisattva, I finally picked the spirit grass." The young man said, "I have nothing to repay, I can only offer some fruits."

He bowed devoutly and withdrew from the ruined temple.

"Haha, I've been watching you for several days." At the gate of the temple, the bandit stopped the young man's way, patted the handle of the knife beside him, "Hand over the package in your hand, maybe I can consider keeping you A little life."

The boy took a few steps back and hugged the package tightly: "Do you dare to do this kind of thing around the temple?!"

"Temple?" The bandit snorted disdainfully, "Do you really think there are gods and Buddhas in this world?"

"Why not?" The young man pointed behind the bandit and shouted, "What do you think is that?"

The bandit was startled, and turned around hastily.He thought he would see something, but behind him was nothing but a forest.When he turned his head again, the boy had already run away with the package in his arms.

"You actually fooled me!" The bandit spat hard, drew out his knife and chased after the boy.

Just after running three or four meters, the bandit only felt his feet slip and fell on his back.He watched the boy run away helplessly, looked at the banana peel that appeared at his feet in frustration, and roared angrily.Then, another piece of banana peel flew out of nowhere and landed on top of his head.

In the dilapidated temple, where the Buddha statue originally stood, a monk smiled and took a bite of the peach in his hand.

【The person I want to be】

The sword in the swordsman's hand swayed in the air afterimages, beheading the approaching robbers.Then, he touched the ground with his right foot and jumped up suddenly, parrying the knife light that was cutting straight down.

The old man under the knife was rescued, and the swordsman continued to charge forward, as if he had entered no one's land.That day, he was stabbed thirteen times and took the town back from the robbers.

Next, the robbers launched several attacks. The swordsmen built a small wooden house at the entrance of the town and repelled the robbers again and again.Finally, after a month, the bandits abandoned the town and disappeared.

The swordsman became a hero in the town, and countless villagers visited him every day to express their respect for him.He still lives in the wooden house, and from time to time teaches visitors two sword techniques for self-defense when encountering robbers.

There was a boy in the town who dreamed of becoming a swordsman and came to practice with a sword every day.The swordsman saw that he was talented, so he was happy to teach him everything.Over time, the wooden house became one of the most prosperous places in the town.

Later, a martial arts gym was built in the town.

A villager said to the swordsman: "Master from the martial arts school next door, his swordsmanship is much more beautiful than yours."

"That's right." The swordsman admitted.

The villager said again: "Speaking of which, what you teach can indeed deal with robbers, but it's always these two tricks..."

The swordsman hesitated to speak, but finally said nothing.He bowed slightly and said, "I'm sorry."

The villagers felt bored, shrugged and left.

Gradually, fewer and fewer people came to visit the swordsman.In the end, only the young man who practiced swordsmanship every day and the old man who was rescued by the swordsman were left.

That evening, the old man came to the swordsman's hut with the flagon as usual, but he didn't see the familiar figure of the young man.

"Even that child didn't come today." The old man sat at the table, poured a glass of wine, and pushed it to the swordsman.

"Yeah." The swordsman replied, "He said yesterday that he has completely understood my swordsmanship. Every time I make a sword, he can know the number of the next sword."

"Is that so..." the old man sighed.

"Very good. This shows that what I want to convey has already been conveyed to him." The swordsman picked up his glass and drank it. "I am very happy that he can be influenced by me to walk on the path of chivalry."

"Lonely?" asked the old man.

"How come?" The swordsman smiled and shook his head. "I've become who I want to be."

(End of this chapter)