Chapter 6 5. Who knows whether it is good or bad, good or bad?

For several days in a row, Sha Er did not take the burden of selling fried tofu on the street.Don't talk about going out, as long as the door is opened, there will be children outside shouting: "God's whip!" There are also some idlers, squatting under the big tree opposite the house, waiting to see him, as if waiting to see someone who is out of the door. New daughter-in-law.Normally, he would go in and out all day without anyone looking at him, standing on the street and shouting at the top of his voice: "Fried-tofu!"It seems that things in the world are not accomplished by shouting.

How he regretted it! He should never have used braids that day.He felt sorry for his dead father.Before his father died, he used the last energy of his life to repeat what he had told him hundreds of times: "This braiding skill...is passed down from generation to generation by our ancestors. I have never used it in my life...remember...unless it is absolutely necessary, don't use it...to expose it, it will invite disaster, and if there is... ...Pass it down to your sons and grandchildren, not to outsiders... Remember it..." Dying words are last words.It's okay to listen to a few words of Lao Tzu's words on weekdays, and the last words cannot be violated.However, when I saw the glass flower cutting meeting that day, where did I get so angry? My whole scalp was burning, and even my braids seemed to feel it! The roots of my hair trembled, and my braids were poking up, as if possessed by a demon. I couldn’t control it. Let off steam.He smoked the glass flower head, and almost without thinking about it, the braid flew out by itself.How do you know that there is a thousand pounds of force on the braid!

He has learned braiding skills from his father since he was a child, but he has never fought against others before. He didn't know how fast and powerful he is! And he can do whatever he wants, even before he realizes that his braids have arrived.There seems to be a prophet in this braid.He wondered, is it the spirit of the ancestors attached to it? Just as his father repeatedly told him, once the braids are used, it will cause him a series of troubles. First, the glass flower, the glass flower attracts Dai Kuiyi, Dai Kuiyi attracts Wang Chantian who smashed bricks in the West Market, and Wang Chantian... One day, the willow clappers who were pulling hard bows in the bird market were attracted...all of them were taken away by him.A few days ago, Master Ma of Simenqian sent someone to invite him with a post, wanting to assign him a vacancy, to be the chief of the city guard camp, and only teach martial arts, nothing else.The salary is not high, but it is very leisurely.But his family has not been involved in officialdom for generations. He believes that if he enters officialdom, he will not end well.Immediately told Mr. Qian that he only knows how to play with braids, belongs to crooked ways, fists, kicks and sticks, nothing works, so he turned down the job.Mr. Qian didn't force him either, he just told him to play with braids, as a plaything, he couldn't refuse any more, played gaudy tricks, played with sex, and even shot down a few dragonflies flying around on the spot, Mr. Qian The master's eyes were so wide open that he immediately carried several masters from the prefecture, county, town, department, front, back, left, and right camps in sedan chairs and asked him to play again.He had no choice but to play around again, without real skills. Several masters had already opened their eyes and rewarded him with a lot of property.The gentlemen nodded, the silly second's name is not a crooked one.So, from morning to night, people came to worship the teacher.People don't know his surname, and it's hard to ask. He's well-known, but it's hard to ask what his name is, so he has to be respectfully called "Second Silly Master".He is in his thirties and has been called "Silly Er" by people all the time. Suddenly adding the word "father" after his cheap name is a bit awkward.He still wanted to be called a fool, and he wanted to sell tofu, but it was no longer possible.Right now, there is only one ancestral rule that must be firmly adhered to, and that is not to accept apprentices.He didn't care how desperate those who were eager to seek a teacher were, they simply locked the door and would not open it even if they knocked on it.If you are hungry, eat fried tofu.However, you can't survive eating fried tofu every day.

He pinched his big braid, and heard the nickname of "God Whip" coming out of nowhere, getting louder and louder. He really didn't know whether it was a disaster or a blessing, a blessing or a disaster.On the one hand, he secretly felt complacent when he thought that this braid had knocked out all the powerful and intelligent people on the ground; Well, the strong have their own strong hands, and there are capable people behind capable people. I don't know what kind of evil spirits will be drawn out in the future.He always has a sense of foreboding!