Sword of Coming

There are many guests at one table, so we have to squeeze in.

Chen Ping'an sat between Xiao Mili and Chen Lingjun, Chen Qingliu and Xin Jian sat on a bench, Jing Hao and Bai Deng, poor Yinlu didn't know what was going on and was able to monopolize a bench.

Although Yinlu felt uncomfortable, he could not force anyone to sit next to him. He could only see that the young man in white with the Taoist name Cao Jun was a Jade Pu Realm Sword Immortal full of dragon energy. The other Jing Hao, especially It was the two Luolu Mountain guests who arrived later, but Yinlu couldn't tell the difference. Since he couldn't see the other party's behavior, it spoke volumes. Yinlu knew exactly how much he weighed.

Seeing Yinlu's embarrassing situation, Zheng Dafeng pulled the Taoist Xianwei to sit down with a tray in his hands. Yinlu was still a bit discerning, so he quickly moved to the edge of the bench and let the gatekeeper with a wooden hairpin and Taoist attire sit on his head. In the middle, Xiao Mili asked the good man Mountain Master with his eyes. Chen Pingan smiled and nodded. The little girl in black stood up and started to work. Zheng Dafeng pushed the plate to Xiao Mili, and she took out handfuls of melon seeds from her sleeves and put them on the table. In the plate, he opened the cotton satchel and poured two packages of dried fish wrapped in oil paper into the porcelain plate. Zheng Dafeng then placed the plate in the middle of the table so that everyone could reach it.

Not to mention the vast world, there are not many people in the entire world who dare to treat guests like this.

Xiaomo had already persuaded Xie Gou to leave, or to be precise, he had dragged the girl in the mink hat away.

Don't think that Bai Jing can only bluff. If he really wants to fight, he will really fight.

Chen Ping'an and Xin Jian smiled and said: "Mr. Mei Qin, let's drink tea here first, and then go up the mountain to drink. The place will be spacious."

Xin Jian picked up the tea bowl and said with a smile: "It's okay, I feel very comfortable."

Accustomed to the military life, and due to his personality, Xin Jian has never been like the immortal masters like Jing Hao.

When Jing Hao heard the name "Mr. Mei Qin", her hands shook as soon as she picked up the bowl, and her heart strings suddenly tightened.

There are hundreds to hundreds of scholars with the nickname Haoran and the nickname "Meiqin", but who else can be the "Mr. Meiqin" who can accompany Chen Xianjun on a trip to Luoluo Mountain? !

Xin Jian glanced at Jing Hao, who had already guessed his identity, and said with a smile: "On the way here, my friend also talked to me about the ownership of Qinggong Mountain, but I didn't take it seriously. Of course, this is your family matter, and I'm the only one who said Outsiders have no way of commenting.”

Chen Pingan smiled knowingly.

I remember that a sage once said this about Xin Jian in the Confucian Temple, with both praise and criticism in his words.

He is a handsome man who dominates the world, but no one dares to say that he is not good at all when he is just acting wantonly.

To put it simply, when he is leading the troops to fight and govern the country and bring peace to the world, others should stop nagging.

Chen Lingjun's mind was not on the elegant young monk. He was busy winking at Chen Zhuoliu. "Good buddies, let's have tea instead of wine and go one by one."

Chen Qingliu picked up the wine bowl and drank tea with the momentum of drinking water. Chen Lingjun drank it all in one gulp, wiped his mouth, and let out a happy sound.

Xin Jian picked up the dried fish from the river, chewed it slowly, and nodded, "It tastes good."

Xiaomi Li scratched her face, smiled shyly, and pointed at the other types of dried fish on the plate, "Mr. Meiqin, as well as the ground tiger and yellow spicy diced fish, they are all quite delicious."

Xin Jian narrowed his eyes and smiled. As expected, he reached out and picked up two dried fish again, "Okay, I'll try them both."

Xiaomi Li also squinted and smiled.

Chen Pingan introduced with a smile: "Mr. Mei Qin, her name is Zhou Mili, and she is the right protector of our Luolu Mountain."

Xin Jian nodded and said: "I heard Zhuoliu say, very good, this is what the mountain should have. Personal opinion."

Chen Qingliu had specially reminded Xin Jian before that he was now a shabby scholar from Luzhou, Beiju, named Chen Zhuoliu. When he arrived at Luopo Mountain, he should not let Taoist fellow Jingqing slip up.

From the corner of Jing Hao's eyes, she spotted Chen Lingjun, who kept grinning, and became increasingly uncertain. Did he not know the weight of "Meiqin" at all? Did he read less and have a big heart, or did he know it and didn't care? After all, this little boy in green had brought too many surprises to Jing Hao in just a few days. Any normal person would be confused by Chen Lingjun.

Chen Qingliu smiled and said: "Jingqing, do you remember that I told you that there is a friend named Xin who will help you introduce him in the future."

Chen Lingjun, who had already taken off his boots and sat cross-legged, looked confused, "Huh?"

Damn it, we've had so many drinks and talked so much, I've forgotten it a long time ago, and I can't just pretend that I remember it, aren't you embarrassing me?

Chen Qingliu raised his sleeves, put his fingers together, pointed at the white bowl on the table, and said with a smile: "Cup, come here!"

"If I had said this earlier, I would have understood. Remember, why don't you remember!"

Chen Lingjun slapped his knees, burst out laughing, and gave a thumbs up to Mr. Mei Qin, "Brother Xin, there is a hand on the wine table, and it's this one!"

That is to say, sit far away, otherwise you have to pat the shoulder to show respect.

Xin Jian smiled and said: "You're drunk, don't take it seriously."

Chen Lingjun laughed heartily and raised one hand as if to push the door open. He was so happy that he said, "Brother Chen also said that you are an average drinker. Once, you fell drunk and pushed Songbian away with your hands. He pushed it for a long time... …”

Xin Jian laughed dumbly.

As a result, the boy in green was slapped by his master.

Chen Lingjun was annoyed and immediately stopped smiling, "Brother Xin, I'm not laughing at you. I can't control my mouth when I drink. Don't mind. My family doesn't speak the same language."

Xiaomi Li reminded softly: "Jingqing Jingqing, you haven't drank yet."

Chen Lingjun imitated his old master and sighed, "You don't understand, you are a charlatan. When we meet by chance, we fall in love with each other at first sight, just like drinking fine wine."

Xiaomi Li didn't want to refute Jing Qing in public, but secretly frowned with two sparse and yellowish brows, picked up the white bowl with both hands, and drank tea with his head down.

Chen Lingjun knew that he had said the wrong thing, so he quickly changed his words, turned his head and put his hand to his mouth, and whispered: "Xiaomili, I will help you find ten riddles later."

Xiaomi Li grinned and quickly lowered his head.

Xin Jian glanced at the Taoist Xianwei who was just drinking tea by himself, and then looked at Chen Pingan.

Chen Pingan nodded lightly.

Jinghao was speechless for a long time. The old monk had participated in thousands of ceremonial banquets in his life, and he had never encountered such a childish "drinking party".

Opposite the table is the man who slayed the dragon. Bai Deng was at the extreme point of facing a powerful enemy, and he still hasn't recovered yet.

Drinking tea at the same table with an enemy who "kills dragons wherever there are dragons in the world" was a situation that Bai Deng could not even imagine.

As for Yinlu, he didn't even know that he, the former deputy city lord of Immortal Hairpin City, and the Taoist priest Xianwei sitting next to him were the real owners of that Immortal Hairpin City, and even more so the owner of the Taoist hairpin left in the world.

After drinking tea, we divided into two groups.

Chen Ping'an and Xiao Mili were responsible for taking Xin Jian around the mountain to take a walk around Jiling Peak in Zushan Mountain. As for Chen Qingliu, he followed Chen Lingjun to the nearby Jise Peak for a drink.

A white-haired boy never came to the table. He just squatted at the mountain gate, took out a book, and began to record the year, month, day and so-and-so.

Walking on the mountain road of Jiling Peak where the Patriarch Hall is located.

Xin Jian took the initiative and said: "This time the Confucian Temple canonizes the Five Mountains Mountain Monarch of Aquarius Island, it is not the Yasheng, Literary Sage, the leader of the Confucian Temple, the abbot of the Academy, etc., but the five disciples of the Holy Master. Their current postures are somewhat similar to yours. One of them appeared with me in the wilderness this time. He is a beloved disciple of the Holy Master who has made no secret of his partiality. There is also the one from outside the world. , I heard Chen Qingliu say that you followed Li Sheng to stop the barbaric world. You may have met each other before. A long time ago, he was the accountant of those ancient scholars. In addition to studying hard, he was also responsible for managing and making money. "

Chen Ping'an suddenly understood and nodded, "It was just a face-to-face meeting. At that time, the junior failed to recognize the identity of the sage."

If the identity of the other party had been known earlier, using Chen Lingjun's wine table lingo, it would be a few words high or low.

Previously, on the wild land, in a place with thin spiritual energy, two people lived next to each other in a thatch.

Before leaving the dojo, the bearded man found an iron sword, put on a high crown, put on a Confucian shirt, and wielded the sword.

Xin Jian gathered three thousand heads and broke the formation, took off a long sword from the wall, and rushed to the hinterland of the wilderness with his friends.

Chen Pingan asked with a smile: "Mr. Mei Qin, after we have a drink later, can I ask you for a copybook?"

Xin Jian shook his head and said: "Master Chen, just forget about drinking."

Arriving at the White Jade Square outside the Jilingfeng Patriarch Hall, the mountains and rivers were picturesque, and Xin Jian leaned on the railing to overlook the magnificent scene.

Xiao Mili noticed that the Master of the Good Man Mountain seemed to be waiting for something. When Mr. Meiqin silently moved away, the Master of the Good Man Mountain looked a little disappointed?

Got it, the good mountain master wants to compete in poetry?

Oh, Wei Shanjun said, the limericks of the good Shanzhu are one of a kind!

They walked along the mountain road to Jise Peak. Chen Pingan was too embarrassed to take Xin Jian to his "study" in the bamboo building. Zhu Lian came forward to help the mountain owner entertain the rare guests.

The wind blows through the courtyard, and the iron horses under the eaves seem to be clanking and neighing.

Xin Jian, who had previously said that he did not drink alcohol, said with a straight face after the old cook in an apron brought a few dishes to go with wine, that there is no need for the fairy wine from the mountains, just the local cooking.

In addition to eating millet grains of melon seeds, everyone was slightly tipsy. Xin Jian smiled and asked: "The content of that copybook was rummaging through old words from the pile of old papers, or was it an improvisation of new words?"

Chen Pingan was a little embarrassed.

Doesn’t this mean that old words and new words can be used?

It’s just a matter of getting an extra piece of blank rice paper.

After all, Xin Jian was not familiar with the temperament of the second shopkeeper of the wine shop, so he said to himself: "Then the old words will be fine."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Just one sentence."

Xin Jian asked in confusion: "Which sentence?"

Chen Pingan looked at Xiaomili with a smile and made a gesture like holding a cup in one hand and twisting his wrist with the other, like a riddle. After thinking about it for a while, Xiaomili knew the answer and immediately raised his hand, "I know, I know, the good mountain master hopes that the beauty will be beautiful." Mr. Qin writes a sentence, only six words!"

Xin Jian, the dragon in the poem.

He has actually written too many wonderful and well-received words, which can be both heroic and graceful.

Xiaomi Li moistened her throat, straightened her back and loudly gave the answer to the riddle: "Watching swordsmanship while drunk!"

Xin Jian was silent for a moment and said with a smile: "Then I'll trouble Mr. Zhu to cook two more dishes and get two more jars of wine."

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Chen Lingjun was in high spirits and took his new and old friends to his house for a drink. It was a rare opportunity.

Before climbing the mountain, I had a few words of sincerity with Zheng Dafeng, and asked him to say a few good words to Wei Shanjun and ask for some bottles of Xianjia wine. The more famous he is, the better. It doesn’t matter whether it’s expensive or not. Anyway, he can spend money to buy some wine from the Shanjun Mansion. Buy on the side. Brother Dafeng is usually not reliable, but he is still very reliable at critical moments. He nodded and agreed, saying that he would carry a load and deliver it to Uncle Chen in person later. He promised that it would be good wine and it must be collected by the Piyun Mountain Ceremony Department. Years of wine from the mountains.

That is to say, there are friends present, otherwise Chen Lingjun would have to give our brother Dafeng a leg rub.

Walking on the mountain road, Chen Lingjun fluttered his sleeves.

Chen Lingjun was really happy to see Chen Zhuoliu. He patted Chen Zhuoliu's sleeves from time to time and said, "Wow, this tendon is so strong. Brother Dafeng said it wonderfully. The young man has strong firepower and his butt can make pancakes."

I just don’t know that Brother Chen, who was from the same family five hundred years ago, has found a wife now. It is probably impossible. He has no money in his pocket and a weak back. He only relies on a good fortune to defraud those who like talented and beautiful women in the mountains. The little girl in the novel is okay, but she is not popular in the mountains. Unless... he looks like Chief Zhou and Mi Jianxian? As for the old cook, it is normal for him to be a bachelor.

Although they are all friends, deep down in Chen Lingjun's heart, there is still an obvious distance between them.

Chen Zhuoliu and Brother Jia were busy in vain, the water god brother Yujiang, Jidu Longting Marquis Li Yuan and others were all Chen Lingjun's best friends.

As for Senior Jing and fellow Taoist Bai Deng, after all, they have just met. It depends on how they drink at the table. Outside the table, people get to know each other over time. No matter what, the more they drink, the more friends they will have.

Chen Qingliu squinted at Jing Hao, who was walking on Chen Lingjun's right hand side, and said with a heartfelt smile: "We meet again."

This Jing Hao still has some brains and knew to take the initiative to come here to visit Chen Lingjun.

Jing Hao did not dare to reveal the connection between herself and Chen Xianjun on the mountain at all, so she could only answer from her heart: "I never thought that I would be able to meet Chen Xianjun here again, and I would be even happier."

Chen Qingliu tugged at the corner of his mouth. Seeing how displeased this guy was, he began to rub salt into Jinghao's wounds. "It's just a matter of giving in. He, Chen Ping'an, is just a little Nascent Soul of the Tenth Realm now." , How can I stand up to you, an Ascension Realm monk, and yet you keep me at arm’s length? Haha, your realm is not high, but your tone is loud, how can you bear it?”

Jing Hao was about to speak but stopped.

I really want to be honest, senior, I can do it.

Jian Kai Tuo Yueshan, a wall engraver in his forties.

Not to mention falling to Yuan Ying, Chen Ping'an has completely lost his cultivation. I, Jing Hao, am in other people's territory and listen to a few strange words. It doesn't matter.

Chen Qingliu sneered, "It's just that there are two more Ascension Realm sword cultivators from the demon clan around you. What are you afraid of? You didn't take the initiative to provoke Luo Luo Shan. How dare they kill you with one sword? Do you really follow the rules of the Confucian Temple? Is it a decoration? Why, you have been lying on the mountain for a long time, and you have mastered the turtle method, and you can shrink your head even when you can? "

Jinghao remained silent.

He was just afraid that if he opened his mouth and said something harsh, Chen Xianjun would turn around and sell him out, so he really wouldn't have to leave Luo Luoshan today.

I couldn't believe it before, but now that Chen Xianjun revealed the secret, Jing Hao's heart trembled. Sure enough, they were two Ascension Realm sword cultivators!

The key is that they are from the wild demon clan.

It is important to know that the Ascension Realm Great Demon in the Wilderness and the Ascension Realm monks from the rest of the world cannot be treated in general terms. This is a recognized fact on the mountain.

Jing Hao glanced at the boy in green beside him. Thanks to him, he had the chance to go up the mountain.

I can't attend the meeting at the Chinese Confucian Temple, but I can go to Luolu Mountain to have a drink. If this spreads, the reputation of Qinggong Mountain can be restored a lot.

Chen Lingjun noticed the expressions on Chen Zhuoliu and Jing Hao's faces and asked doubtfully: "Sneaky, what are you talking about?"

Chen Qingliu said with a smile: "If you have the guts to talk casually with Master Jing, I'm afraid that if you say something wrong, you will accidentally touch the senior's antagonism, and you will get angry with me."

Jinghao knows its suffering but cannot express it.

Only Chen Lingjun, who was kept in the dark, was still there to smooth things over, and said earnestly: "Don't be like this, we are all friends. We haven't even had dinner at the table, and you are saying such hurtful words? This is not good, listen. My, hold it back, drink and chat openly, there is no hierarchy at the wine table."

At the same time, the boy in green reminded Chen Zhuoliu in his heart, "What's going on? Didn't I tell you about Master Jing's identity and background before? With your level of cultivation, don't say anything outspoken in front of a senior like Jing Hao. Ascension realm monks all have their own tempers, so listen to me and don’t speak so aggressively.”

Chen Qingliu said from the bottom of his heart: "I thought that with a mountain monk like Jing Hao as a friend, I would have forgotten about an old friend like me who would be embarrassed even if he was dragged out to drink."

Chen Lingjun couldn't stand this, and was a little annoyed. He glared and said in his heart: "It doesn't matter who is good or bad, you are the only one who talks nonsense! I will punish myself with three bowls later. Remember to keep up!"

After hesitating for a moment, Chen Lingjun was still worried that Chen Zhuoliu had a bad temper, liked book business, could not keep his mouth shut, and would easily suffer losses.

"I know how difficult it is to travel alone in the world. I know that you don't have much ability. You just have to be nice!"

"So there are some hypocritical things. Do you want me to help you? I can help you arrange a place for you to stay in Beiyue. I will not mention it. But when it comes to fairy money, it is all external possessions. We After my brothers separated, I have saved some money over the years. You can take it all. As agreed in advance, I will divide it into two parts. One part will be given to you, and the other part will be kept by Bai Man, who is also a good brother. Who will let me? I don’t have many friends, I don’t have much money in my pocket and I still like to pretend to be an uncle, and you two are the only ones.”

"Don't think I talk too much, and don't be embarrassed. Whoever follows the other, our unbreakable friendship in times of adversity is there. So if you run into trouble, I'll give you both. I'll give you my share of the work in vain." I’ll just start saving money again and keep it for as long as I can. If I don’t have enough money, I’ll borrow it from someone. I’m not going to brag. I’m here in Luo Luo Mountain. I don’t care who I borrow money from. It’s all a trivial matter, no need to owe any favors. Mr. Wei Shanjun of Piyun Mountain is the one who likes to hold night banquets. I am the only good friend who doesn’t cut off chicken heads and burn yellow paper. You can tell yourself. Look, since my money is your money, does money count as a thing? It must not count as shit."

"Also, I'm just saying that if you encounter something that can't be solved with money, don't hide it from me today. If you can't do it, look down on me, just say a word and I will accompany you to leave Luo Luoshan. , even if I go to Beiju Luzhou, it doesn’t matter. I have a lot of friends in the mountains there, and they are all good. I used to think that you are a high-spirited guy. No matter how poor you are, you are still a scholar. You are noble at heart. , I may not like to hear this, so I am not willing to show you these incestuous feelings that can scare people as soon as I say them."

Having said this, Chen Lingjun gently patted the arm of his friend next to him, hesitated for a moment, and said softly: "I know that asking for mercy from someone, no matter how good the relationship is, will still feel uncomfortable in my heart. Maybe the better the relationship, the more uncomfortable it will be. It’s okay, we’ll have a good drink at the wine table later.”

Chen Lingjun felt that he was not a fool and that he was really in trouble. With the stubborn temper of a pauper like Chen Zhuoliu, he would never come all the way across the continent to see him at Luopo Mountain.

Regardless of what others think, Chen Lingjun has always felt that the most difficult thing in the world is to ask a friend to do a favor, which will make the friend feel embarrassed.

Chen Qingliu smiled and stretched out his hand to hold the boy in green's head.

Chen Lingjun slapped this guy's palm away and said angrily: "I'm almost touching myself by talking to you here, so I'm almost moved. You're not big or small, I'm looking for a drink."

"How can you not be touched? Brother, I am also very touched."

"Ha, then cry for your brother, hurry up."

Bai Deng, who only dared to follow them silently, his legs were swaying now. This kid in green clothes really dared to talk. Did he really not know how to write the word "death"?

Chen Qingliu noticed the change in his heart, turned around and said with a smile: "Little guy, do you really want to see your ancestors?"

Bai Deng was sweating and speechless.

As the son and grandson of a dragon, he has to drink at the same table with a dragon-slaying man.

Those who shouldn't go out of the mountain really shouldn't go out and take this trip outside the mountain.

Pushing open the door of the house, which is never locked, Chen Lingjun led a few friends to sit down at the wine table in the main hall. Soon Zheng Dafeng picked up a load of wine, followed by a girl in a pink skirt carrying pastry boxes and fruit bamboo baskets. .

Chen Nuanshu and everyone gave a blessing, put the cakes and fruits on the table, and said, "The immortal masters will wait a moment, and the food and drinks will be delivered immediately."

Chen Lingjun looked embarrassed.

Chen Nuanshu glanced at Chen Lingjun and said softly: "Hospitate your guests well."

Chen Lingjun didn't dare to look at her, but nodded vigorously.

On Luolu Mountain, apart from the old cook, Chen Nuanshu's cooking skills are not bad either. What's more, she also learned a few special dishes from the old cook.

Chen Nuanshu, who was very agile, went to the kitchen of his house and quickly brought a large food box with seven or eight kinds of wine and food, all delicious and delicious.

Leaving the house, she gently closed the door.

Soon the drinking started inside, and the boy in Tsing Yi's loud voice was loud. It looked like he was having a fistfight with his friends.

Without even looking, she knew that Chen Lingjun was standing on the bench.

Zheng Dafeng was waiting outside and asked with a smile: "Aren't you angry?"

Chen Nuanshu shook his head gently and said with a smile: "He is rarely busy with business, how can he be angry?"

Zheng Dafeng began to complain, "I heard that at the foot of the mountain, in the town, Chen Lingjun had several morning drinks."

Chen Nuanshu raised his eyebrows and bit his lip, "I'm too lazy to care about him!"

At the wine table, after three bowls of punishment, Chen Lingjun was already standing on the stool, shaking his hands, "Brother, my heart is connected."

Chen Qingliu waved his hands and laughed and said, "My brother and I are using our brains."

"I'm afraid that my brother will have a hard time, and I won't do anything if he gets beaten."

Listening to these random drunken conversations, Jing Hao and Bai Deng could only stare from the side.

Chen Lingjun and Chen Qingliu started to punch in the small town dialect. They are so good, five leaders, six and six...

Chen Xianjun in a blue shirt looked around at a loss with his books and swords, but he couldn't do it, and he put hundreds of thousands of things into two or three cups.

Three thousand years later, a sword flew across the sky, flew across the vast Dongting, and then passed through the Wanqing Mountains of ancient Shu, and came here again, not to slay the dragon, but to get drunk with my best friend, and compete with each other!

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On the border between Yuzhou and Hongzhou, on an official road to Yuzhang County, three plainly decorated carriages were inconspicuous.

There was a carriage in the middle. Emperor Song He and Queen Song Mian, both in casual clothes, sat side by side in the carriage. From time to time, she raised the curtains and admired the scenery along the way.

In the carriage at the end were Zhao Yao, the minister of the Ministry of Justice, who was accompanying him, and Li Baozhen, the first chief officer of the Weaving Bureau of Yuzhou, who came halfway.

One is a popular Beijing official, and the other is a local official on the edge of officialdom.

Li Baozhen smiled and said, "Thanks to your glory, I can sit down and go on my way."

Zhao Yao smiled and said: "We have to thank His Majesty for his approachability, so that we don't have to pay attention to those red tapes."

Li Baozhen clicked his tongue.

Zhao Yao laughed it off. Although the two parties were close, they still had to say a few polite words in official circles.

They were old acquaintances. They were both children of wealthy families in Fulu Street, Huaihuang County. They were not peers in the strict sense, but at least they were of the same generation.

Over the years, Zhao Yao and Li Baozhen have been exchanging letters.

Li Baozhen said in his heart: "I heard that the imperial meeting in the capital, led by Yuan Zhengding, suggested moving the capital?"

If Da Li really moved the capital to the current capital of Luo Jing, it would be a real blow to a certain vassal king who is now in the wilderness.

The first Lake Lord of Shujian Lake is Xia Fan, who was born as a heroic figure in the Da Li court, and Wu Guanqi, an assistant officer. The latter was in charge of the collection and organization of intelligence for the Da Li court in the central part of the continent, and Li Baozhen, who was in charge of espionage in the southeast, was of high or low rank. Colleagues with similar levels of authority. The Song family of Dali is recognized as having three officialdoms, the mountain dynasty composed of the capital and the local area, and the second officialdom composed of various gods. The third officialdom is the Longquan County Kiln Supervision and Construction Bureau, Yuzhou Weaving Bureau, and Hongzhou Logging Bureau. Although these institutions such as the Academy have low-ranking officials, every one of them is worthy of being in the eyes of the emperor.

Of course, Lin Zhengcheng of the logging institute is probably the only exception.

Zhao Yao glanced at Li Baozhen, smiled and said nothing.

Li Baozhen leaned his head against the wall of the car and pointed at Zhao Yao, "You guys have always liked talking in your belly since you were a child."

In terms of official success, Li Baozhen, who was a fourth-rank official, was naturally far inferior to his fellow countryman Zhao Yao, who was promoted by His Majesty to be the minister of punishment.

Among the young people who came out of the small town, not only did they practice cultivation and become gods on the mountain, but the one who had the greatest success as an official was Zhao Yao.

But if we only talk about the territory of Yuzhou, the biggest officials are of course the governor and the general of Yuzhou. Neither of them can control the Weaving Bureau and Li Baozhen, but Li Baozhen and the Weaving Bureau can make the two frontier officials of military and political affairs sleep restlessly.

Because Yuzhou is an important military town and a battleground for military strategists, Cao Mao, as the general of Yuzhou, is also in charge of the military affairs of Hongzhou next door.

Cao Mao was not qualified to ride in the car at this moment, so he could only follow a group of monks accompanying the army and ride on horseback to clear the way.

When Li Baozhen went to Yuzhou Weaving Bureau to take up his post, Li Baozhen brought two confidants, both surnamed Zhu, and they were father and daughter.

At this moment, Zhu He and Zhu Lu were riding behind, following the convoy from a distance.

The queen asked in a low voice: "Where is Yu Yu?"

Song He smiled and patted the back of her hand, comforting him: "Don't worry, this elder of your family just seems to be lacking in strength and can't speak well. Although she is young, she is actually very smart. Otherwise, how could she become an earthly branch monk?" The strategist behind the scenes?"

In the first carriage, a woman and a girl were sitting opposite each other. The girl kept glancing at the jewelery in the woman's hand.

The woman who is the queen mother of a country, with a graceful air, didn't care about this. She raised her white lotus-like wrist, shook her bracelet, and asked with a smile: "Do you recognize it?"

The girl shook her head and said something strange, "You have to pretend that you don't know him, even if you haven't seen him before."

Nan Hao knew the character of this little girl very well. She looked carefree but was actually very bad, so she continued to ask: "There is no such thing in the Yu family's collection, and there is no such thing in our Dali's Y-shaped treasure house?"

The Yu family of Shangzhu State was not prominent in the officialdom of Dali. In name, it was only in charge of the silk and tea services of the local government. In the history of the family, there was neither a famous prime minister nor a famous general.

However, leaving aside the three surnames of the Yuan, Cao, and Guan families in the first tier, not to mention face, but only in terms of background and character, the Yu family is actually similar to the Tianshui Zhao family and the Zizhao Yan family, while the Fufengqiu family and the Poyang Ma family are not as good as the Yu family, but these The inside story is really just the inside story, and few Dali officials dare to say that they understand the context and depth of it.

As for the Yi-zi treasure house of the Dali court, it is a heavily guarded forbidden area. Even with the woman's status, it is forbidden to go in or ask anyone about it.

Yu Yu's face was complicated and she shook her head vigorously, "There is nothing we can do. Cui Guoshi has beaten several of us, and no one is allowed to use this thing. Otherwise, even the memory of this life will be erased and become an idiot. I heard Yuan Huajing say, Earlier, there was a poor guy who didn't listen to advice. He was a veteran of the Earthly Branches cultivators and was my senior. He found a bead secretly and was taken care of by Cui Guoshi himself. He ended up very miserable."

The little girl patted the "Xu" waist tag and said, "It was originally his thing, and I was there to fill the gap. If he hadn't knowingly committed the crime, I would probably still be learning female red embroidery at home."

Nan Hao pretended to have heard about this for the first time and said with a smile: "You are a military monk. Even if you don't replace this person's Earthly Branch position, you will go to Zhenwu Mountain or Fengxue Temple to practice Taoism."

Nan Hao joked: "Our position as Grand Master of Da Li has been vacant for several years now. You don't need to be so nervous. Besides, Master Cui has always regarded you severally and has high hopes for you."

The little girl sighed and said pitifully: "Of course I understand the principle of one emperor and one minister in the officialdom, but the problem is that Cui Guoshi is no longer here, and he still has a junior brother who has returned home in fine clothes. Empress Dowager, aren't you? You know, the few of us were taught a lesson to death by that Yin Guan master in the capital, and each one of us was treated miserably by him. It was so miserable that we all have psychological shadows now!"

Nan Han's face turned pale in an instant. It wasn't because of Yu Yu's words, which were treasonous, or because he had violated some official taboo, but because now the woman had a headache when she heard the name of that hidden official.

When Yu Yu saw that the situation was not good, he immediately shut up.

Nan Hao subconsciously stroked the string of beads in her hand, her expression uncertain.

Yu Yu knew that Chen Pingan had entered the palace, but what happened was still unknown even if she was a monk of the Earthly Branches.

Being able to pretend not to know something you shouldn't know is a skill.

The last time Chen Ping'an brought Xiao Mo to the palace to meet Nan Hairpin, the Queen Mother of Da Li, it was to ask "Lu Jiang" for the natal porcelain fragments.

At that time, the woman was wearing this bracelet secretly made on the mountain, and each bead was a priceless "lingxi bead". And this kind of orb, because it can make people remember the memories of the past life, one stone is enough for a lifetime. The Qi practitioner can sit down attentively, rub the bead according to the Taoist formula, and restrain his mind. With just one mustard seed, he can understand clearly and transcend the time limit. The body is like a colorful phoenix with two flying wings, and the mind is dancing in a time picture album that records the picture scrolls of the past life. The scenes in the past life that are deeply remembered will be colorful on that page, which is no different from the truth. Some people and events that are lightly remembered will be on one page of the picture scroll. The colors faded, the memory was blurred, and the picture was dry and light, leaving only an outline.

Nan Hao sighed quietly and forced out a smile, but when she thought about leaving Beijing this time, she would most likely encounter that bitch from Mud Ping Alley who became rampant when he got the upper hand, and her face turned gloomy again.

Almost any sect with a profound foundation will always have this item, even Bai Yujing is no exception.

In order to be able to liberate some of the dead ancestors, he did not hesitate to find a needle in a haystack, find this life from the vast world of mortals, and then take it back to the mountain to renew the relationship. If you can remember the memories of the past life, you will naturally get twice the result with half the effort on the road of cultivation. Jiang Zhaomo from Bai Yujing Purple Qi Tower and Yu Xin from Tongye Sect are both in this situation.

Therefore, the Lingxi Pearl has always been a rare existence with a price but no market. Once it appears in the world, monks must fight for it. They will not hesitate to spend a lot of money, ask for a sky-high price, or simply fight. Therefore, no matter who keeps this treasure on the mountain, he will be prepared for any danger and will never be useless. Because those immortal mansions that do not have such a thing in their own treasury, whether they have no luck or no money, are in urgent need of a spiritual bead to help a certain "ancestral master" awaken, they have to ask for it from the sect that has the spiritual bead. This is The importance of mountain incense.

As for the bracelet of the South Hairpin, there are as many as twelve soul beads strung together. Except for a few that were used by her, most of the other orbs containing memories had been consumed by the "strange" subordinate next to Chen Pingan with the sharp sword light and turned into... trash.

But South Hairpin is not sure. It seems that two of the Lingxi Pearls, although the light is also dim, seem to have been restricted by a kind of swordsmanship by the "stranger"?

With the help of a pearl, you can only remember a part of the people and events of your previous life. They are all relatively unforgettable and clear-remembered pictures. If you were a successful person in your previous life, you would encounter and pass through the pass of cultivation with the help of the Lingxi Pearl. , naturally will not be forgotten, so this can become a shortcut to mountain climbing without sequelae.

The old coachman who drove the Queen Mother of Da Li in recent years reminded him from the bottom of his heart: "Be careful of the inner demons you encounter at the bottleneck of the Nascent Soul Realm. If it is really that person named Chen, you will never even think about reaching the Jade Pu Realm in this life. .”

The old coachman's true identity is an ancient god and the chief officer of the Lei Department's Zhan Survey Department.

The old man continued: "When the heart is born, all kinds of demons are born. When the mind is destroyed, all kinds of demons are destroyed."

Nan Hao's eyes lit up and she smiled and said, "Thank you, senior, for reminding me."

The old man said: "It's nothing. It's a sentence written in a novel about gods, demons, and monsters. I saw it and thought it made some sense. It was very popular in the market at the foot of the mountain in the early years. The price was cheap, and the sales volume was not as good as that of the one in which Chen Ping'an was the protagonist. This landscape travelogue is poor.”

Nan Hao resisted the urge to curse.

Yu Yu turned into that silly look again.

Nan Hao noticed the solemn atmosphere in the carriage, put away her complicated emotions, and asked seemingly casually: "Yu Yu, you are all looking for suitable treasures from the B-word secret vault. If I remember correctly, are there any incidents? The punishment department of the brand is dedicated to monks, and each can exchange treasures of equal value with the punishment department by virtue of their military merits. The officials of the punishment department all choose from the C-shaped treasure house that has piled up various kinds of heavenly materials and earthly treasures, but the grade is relatively low? "

It stands to reason that there must be a more hidden library of "Jia" characters.

Yu Yu looked at the Queen Mother with a playful expression.

Nan Hao realized that she had made a mistake and said, "Just pretend I didn't ask."

Yu Yu grinned and said, "Empress Dowager, there is nothing that cannot be said about this matter, and there is no taboo. Cui Guoshi once told me that if anyone asks me in person in the future, I will tell her the answer."

Nan Han's face was pale and colorless, but thanks to the woman's fair skin, she was not so conspicuous.

Yu Yu pointed at himself, then at the woman, and then gave the answer, "The Jia Ziku of the Great Li Dynasty is me, you, us, all the monks of the Earthly Branches, and the Empress Dowager. Members of the Song clan in Dali are genealogy monks on all mountains, and they are all gods of mountains and rivers, and even more..."

After pausing for a moment, the little girl's eyes were firm and she said in a deep voice: "It is a detailed record of every yellow book of the Dali Dynasty's household registration and every ordinary citizen of the Dali Dynasty. It is a detailed record of every fish scale book of the cadastre, every person in the Dali Dynasty. An inch of the land of Lishan River."

Nan Hairpin was silent.

Yu Yu smiled, exhaled gently, and the girl began to close her eyes and rest.

Haha, just imitating the words of the national master Cui Chan, I am so tired!

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In the reading place under the shade of pine trees in Piyun Mountain, Tiger Wei Bo closed the heavy book, held his chin with one hand, and gently tapped the golden earring beside his ear with his thumb, while hesitating about drafting his own divine name.

On one of the vassal hills of Luolu Mountain, the Sword Worship Platform, Xiao Mo felt a little relieved. Xie Gou was whispering to the white-haired boy who was the genealogist, and Guo Zhujiu, who they regarded as their leader, as if they were together. Discuss important matters. As for the provocation at the mountain gate, Xie Gou had completely forgotten about it and acted like a normal person. Xiaomo's heart moved slightly and he moved away.

In the capital city of Dali, a young monk named Zeng Ye, the head of the Five Islands Sect, planned to follow Mr. Chen's instructions in the letter and first stay at an Xianjia inn where it is said that there is no need to spend money if you report his name. , then go to the alley outside Renyun Yiyun Building and find a pair of masters and apprentices named Liu Gao and Zhao Duanming.

Over at the old cook's house, Chen Ping'an, who was swaying after drinking, quietly left Luo Luoshan with Xiao Mo and came to his ancestral home in Mupin Lane, a small town.