Martial Arts Master Travelled to Ancient Time and Farms

  Cheng Ling listened carefully to Hong Feng's gossip.

   Dai Siyuan is sixteen years old this year. Dai's father and mother had already made a marriage for her when she was alive, and it was Zhang Yun, who was also a son of Dyefang!

  Cheng Ling asked: "Zhang Yun, is it Zhang Yun who is studying in Wuyin Academy?"

Hong Feng hurriedly said: "It's this person! Lang Jun also knows this person? Hey, this person is amazing, the merchant's son, actually can enter the Wuyin Academy, his family business is only ordinary, compared to the poor family. Rich family, but compared to the real rich family, oh, it's nothing..."

   There is a saying in later generations that "the poor are rich in martial arts", but in today's era, the truth is just the opposite.

  Why do later generations say that the poor are rich in martial arts?

   That is because people who practice martial arts often need a lot of supplements and medicines to nourish the body and regulate dark injuries. So, if you don't have money, you can't practice martial arts!

   Even if a scholar is poor, as long as he is willing to study hard and can afford the most basic pen and ink to repair money, he can at least have a step to enter, and perhaps he can change his fate through the imperial examination.

  Therefore, there is another saying, called poor scholar, sour scholar.

   But that is only later generations, not today, not Qi, nor Wei.

  The imperial examinations in the Wei Kingdom have only been established for more than 20 years, and it is the gentry who control the knowledge and culture.

It is said that the thousand-year-old family, the flowing dynasty, and the aristocratic family monopolize the culture. Even if the imperial court implements the practice of recruiting scholars, it is too difficult for ordinary people at the bottom to get the opportunity to study. Why should they compete with the children of the gentry for scientific examinations? ?

  Although the Zhang Yun family is a little rich, in front of the real gentry, the Zhang family is not even a poor family.

Hong Feng sighed with emotion, and his tone was a bit contemptuous: "This guy is a little good at reading, but unfortunately he has a bad mind. Langjun, he had made a marriage with Mrs. Dai, but after the death of Dai Fangzhu and his wife, their family made excuses. , Said that Dai Niangzi defeated people, and hurriedly retired!"

  Cheng Ling asked: "Then you said that Dai Niangzi and a certain ... little white face approached, who is it?"

   The slightly vulgar word "little white face" came out of Cheng Ling's mouth, and when Hong Feng heard it, he could not help shrinking his head again.

   He felt embarrassed. He always felt that he shouldn't have blurted out the "little white face", but it seemed that he was leading the way.

Hong Feng stretched out his hand and scratched his head, smiling awkwardly: "This is also Zhang Yun. Langjun, you said, Zhang Yun and Lady Dai have already retired, why do they see each other so often recently? Zhang Yun also gave Lady Dai snacks to eat. Back to his purse!"

   Dai Siyuan actually returned Zhang Yun's purse? This thing, the meaning is not ordinary!

  Cheng Ling asked about the details of Hong Feng again, and was thoughtful after listening.

  Hong Feng said: "Lang Jun, do you think we should take care of this matter? This little one...isn't it too much?"

Cheng Ling pondered: "You stare at first, if Dai Niangzi really wants to continue the relationship with him, it is also her private business, and we can't control it. But if Dai Niangzi and Zhang Yun get married, naturally they can no longer be in our dyeing workshop. advisor."

   It was not that Cheng Ling wanted to discriminate against married women, but Zhang Yun’s status as a scholar made it impossible for his wife to work in public.

   In addition, Zhang Yun’s family also opened a dyeing workshop, among peers, there are some things that should be avoided or avoided.

   Cheng Ling then instructed Hong Guangyi to keep an eye on Dai Siyuan when he was in the dye house.

  Hong Feng is staring at the outside, while Hong Guangyi must pay attention to the inside.

   In this way, another day passed, and the ninth day of September arrived as scheduled.

   Cheng Ling put on new autumn clothes early in the morning, using new fabrics from his own dyeing workshop.

   With black cyan as the base color, the piping around the neckline and cuffs are all bright and pure red, and the belt is also bright red, with strong contrasting colors, as if there were fires adorning Cheng Ling's body, especially her lips were red and her teeth were white, fresh and straight.

   Such a contrasting color is actually difficult for ordinary people to control, but when she came to Cheng Ling, she was wearing an extraordinarily handsome look.

   Like a gale in autumn, blowing through the green bamboo forests, the lofty mountain peaks, the open fields, the flying flags…

  Cheng Erni made a pattern of clothes, she tied Cheng Ling's hair into a high ponytail, and finally tied a blue and red hairband.

  Because Cheng Ling's hair is crow blue, and the dark blue part of the hairband is lined by her black hair, it seems to have disappeared. Only that touch of bright red, neatly dotted in her black hair, really has a kind of androgynous beauty.

   Cheng Erni sighed with emotion: "Brother Ling is not a girl, but she is more beautiful than many girls!"

Hearing this, Mu Sanniang's face turned pale, and Cheng Dani hurriedly reprimanded Cheng Erni: "Will you speak, our brother Ling is so heroic, why does he look like a girl? All nonsense, go go, be yours Live!"

  Cheng Erni shrank her neck and stuck out her tongue, grimacing at Cheng Dani: "I didn't say that Linger is like a girl, I just said that our Linger is handsome! Slightly, ignore you, I'm leaving!"

   made a face and ran away.

  Cheng Ling put a new satchel specially made by Cheng Erni on his body. This new satchel is slightly larger than the women's version. It is also the base color of Xuanqing, with red piping.

  The material is thickened satin, and the inner layer is starched with hemp cloth.

   Cheng Dani hurriedly took a bottle of incense to reveal, and sprinkled a few drops between Cheng Ling's hands and wrists.

  In this way, when Cheng Ling packed up and rode on the purplish red horse, a heroic and handsome young man left Cheng's house and went to Qingyuan Mountain in the west of the city.

  Chongyang Festival, the autumn wind is refreshing.

   On this day, the sky is beautiful, the clouds are high and the sky is wide, the sun is bright, chrysanthemum wine can be seen all over the city, and the liveliness of the city also ignites the festive atmosphere.

  Cheng Ling rode lightly on a fast horse alone, and left Yongzhou City in a short time.

  There are many mountains and waters in the west of the city. Although there are no particularly high mountains, it also attracts a lot of people to climb.

  It is even more lively on Qingyuan Mountain. There is a Qingyun Temple on this mountain, and the incense is very strong. Most of the people who come to climb the mountain are also looking at the Qingyun Temple and want to worship.

  Cheng Ling got off the horse at the foot of the mountain, and gave the horse to the Taoist who knew the guest in the Taoist temple.

  There are several stables beside Jie Ma Shi, and now the stables are basically full of horses.

   The Taoist Zhike handed a horse plaque to Cheng Ling, who followed the example of the person in front of him and donated a tael of silver in the merit box next to him.

   Then I only heard the Daoist Zhike speak: "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate, is the lay Buddhist here to participate in the Qingyuan Poetry Society?"

  Cheng Ling said yes, and the acquaintance pointed her the way: "Lay, please go this way, and climb two more slopes along the way. You can reach Xianyun Peak, where the poetry club will be."

  Cheng Ling immediately thanked and started climbing the mountain.

  It is not lonely on the mountain climbing road, people can be seen everywhere on the mountain road.

   There are scholars who specially came to participate in the poetry meeting, there are idlers who join in the fun, and there are ordinary people in the nearby villages.

  Climb two slopes, and then go forward, and suddenly see a burst of openness.