Sword of Coming

Chen Pingan believed that he knew the temperament of Emperor Song He quite well, so even if the other party came to the village school in person, it would not be a surprise, but rather a reasonable feeling. Of course, Chen Pingan did not have the idea of ​​​​pledging three invitations and three resignations. But I never expected that Song He and his party would just stay like this. Judging from the posture, since you, Chen Pingan, said you would consider that matter at the dinner table, then we will wait for your exact answer and wait for you to think about it. Let’s talk later. This is not a rogue thing.

Chen Ping'an didn't know about this at first. After eating before, he just delivered it to the door. He only thought that Song He and the others would go to the county seat or Yanzhou Prefecture to settle down.

After roughly settling in their residence, Yu Mian and Yu Yu were of course busy with the work. The governor Pei Tong and the general Chu Liang had returned to their respective offices, and the minister Zhao Yao had also left. Song He was walking alone in the village. The old house here, the family fortune The thin ones are all yellow mud houses, while the ones from more prosperous families have white walls and black tiles, with patios where water can return to the hall. The village is paved with long bluestone slabs, which are covered with shoes and shoes coming and going year after year. The wheels and oxen's hooves were rubbed very brightly, and the moonlight shone even brighter.

Most people in a village have one surname. The elderly and children are all ranked according to their seniority. The character in the middle of the name is the seniority.

After Song He went out, he was barked by a local dog more than once before he walked a few steps. To be honest, Song He was really scared. He was afraid that he would be bitten by a dog, so he couldn't fight with the dog. Let's just go back and see people with a limp, but we'll be really embarrassed.

Song He, who was indeed a bit frightened as he walked, laughed at himself and looked around. Then Song He saw Chen Ping'an in a green shirt and long coat at the end of the village, who was smoking dry cigarettes with a few old men. The teacher, with a relaxed attitude, crossed his legs, exposed a thousand-layer cloth shoe, tilted his head slightly, slanted his shoulders, listening to the leisurely activities of the old people on the side, smiling and nodding from time to time. It seemed that although Chen Pingan He is a foreigner, but he can chat with the locals very well.

Further away, there were women and girls chatting about trivial matters about their parents. Song He just glanced at them from a distance and found that several girls among them were quite concerned about the elegant and elegant teacher.

Seeing Song He's figure, Chen Ping'an took a puff of dry smoke. After all, he was an emperor, and he was so unkind in his work. He thought he was picking up pork strips from someone's beam on New Year's Eve to collect debts. ?

Seeing this scene, Song He held back his laughter and sat silently next to Chen Pingan. The so-called bench was actually a long wooden board placed on top of two piles of green bricks. Poor Emperor, half of his butt was hanging in the air.

Chen Ping'an had no choice but to move his position to make some space for Song He.

Song He couldn't understand the dialect here, so Chen Pingan helped explain. It turned out that they were talking about an important matter. Yesterday, an old man passed away in the village, and he passed away. However, just because the old man did not have the same surname as the villager, according to this According to the local customs, it is not allowed to enter the village ancestral hall to set up a mourning hall. The elder's descendants are not happy and threaten to break in tonight if the ancestral hall does not open. Anyone who dares to stop them will be beaten in.

Song He asked: "If it is Mr. Chen, how should we solve it?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said with a smile: "On the one hand, it is filial piety, and on the other hand, it is custom. How can we solve this kind of thing? There is no way to solve it."

A barefoot boy caught a strange fish with two long beards and a huge head from Wunitan, which is very good at praying for rain. It was golden in color and was as long as an adult's arm. It was curled up around the boy's waist. Inside the fish basket.

Passing by the village, Chen Pingan glanced at the fish basket, called out the young man's name, and waved.

The young man walked quickly towards Chen Ping'an and called Mr. Chen.

Chen Pingan smiled and nodded in greeting, and then moved the fish basket with the bamboo stick dry smoke in his hand. The young man glanced at Song He beside Chen Pingan, mistakenly thinking that his husband was entertaining guests tonight, opened a small stove, and had a midnight snack together. What. The young man took off the fish basket from his waist without hesitation and handed it to Mr. Chen.

Chen Pingan waved his hand and spoke in a dialect that Song He couldn't understand. The young man was stunned for a moment, glanced at Chen Pingan, nodded vigorously, fastened the fish basket again, and ran away.

Song He asked in a low voice: "Mr. Chen, what's going on?"

Chen Ping'an did not give an answer immediately. He just raised his cigarette pole and pointed in the direction of a mountain in the distance. He briefly told Song He about the efficacious rain praying effect of Wu Nitan. The crucian carp, loach and other aquatic species in the pond on the top of the mountain were indeed... There was a faint golden line on Du's back. Chen Pingan pointed to the mountain behind him with his cigarette pole and said that place was the highest. The local people called it Xiaotianlong, which is a saying passed down from generation to generation.

Song He was a more sincere person. As for the legends of strange things, as the king of the Great Li Dynasty, he had heard of them all the time, let alone seen them rarely. He asked: "Is it really the kind of dragon that was demoted to the Dragon Palace on land in the early years and moved to the left in Wunitan?" To rest, you need to imprison yourself in a place and travel with clouds and rain for how many years to make up for your mistakes?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "These are all statements passed down from generation to generation here. It's hard to say whether they are true or false. What are the facts? If I had known that you would ask this, I would have asked Lu Chen to get to the bottom of it and asked him to help deduce it. Deduction.”

Song He stabilized his mind and asked softly: "Has Headmaster Lu been here?"

Chen Ping'an nodded, "I've just been here. It can be said that Master Lu walked in front, and you guys came in behind."

Song He suddenly realized that the disappearance of Zhu Lu, the assistant officer of the Weaving Bureau in the team, was probably inseparable from the headmaster of Baiyu Jinglu.

Song He asked curiously: "Did Mr. Chen persuade the boy to release the fish? Is it some of the specialties of cultivating on the mountain?"

Chen Pingan explained with a smile: "This actually has nothing to do with the mountains. It is an old saying in my hometown. It is indeed a bit taboo. You have to rely on the mountains to eat the mountains and the water to eat the water. You have to believe this. What's more, if you don't believe this, you can still What do you believe? It was only after I went out that I realized that many things were the same. For example, in my hometown and here, someone would go up the mountain and catch the stone frog along the stream. The first one he caught would break one of its legs before releasing it. , cannot be taken home.”

Song He said: "Is this a way of paying respect to the mountain god?"

Chen Pingan nodded, "That's right. If you encounter a three-legged stone frog on the mountain again, no matter if you go up the mountain to catch it for half an hour or an hour, you will have to go back home. And today, similar to that young man , if you catch a big fish that you feel weird and strange at first glance, or even a little scared, it depends on the face of the strange fish. If it looks bitter, you can kill it and eat it, it doesn’t matter. If it looks like it, It’s best to let go of that smiling face.”

Song He was silent for a moment and sighed for no reason, "In the final analysis, whether you rely on mountains and rivers or rely on the sky for food."

Chen Ping'an remained silent and puffed out mist.

There are also mysterious and unreasonable similarities between the hometown dialect and the local dialect. Whenever they talk about the season and climate, or the scorching heat or cold, the villagers will be used to saying a sentence in their hometown dialect, either starting or ending with three words, "Tiangong".

His tone was not a complaint, at most he was helpless. He looked up at the sky and sighed.

Farmers who face the fields and turn their backs to the sky will naturally be blessed by God when they encounter good times and good years.

Song He obviously just endured the heavy smoke here.

Chen Pingan put away his cigarette rod, said goodbye to the old people, and took Song He for a walk outside the village.

Song He asked: "What did Mr. Chen talk about with a young and strong man just now?"

Chen Pingan said: "That man is a very nice person. He is the father of a village school boy. His family is relatively poor. He is a mason. There are seniors and juniors. He is willing to do any job that can make money. He carries trees, burns charcoal and raises silkworms. He picks tea, does everything, and even though he can't drink enough, he also likes drinking, and the quality of the wine is a bit poor. I just tried to persuade him to be a little more restrained at the wine table, not to drink too aggressively, and to have a few drinks as soon as the wine table is served. Yes, I can’t stop him. When he’s drunk, he goes crazy and dares to say anything.”

"I just made a joke, saying that you are not a person who drinks, you are a person who drinks wine. Fortunately, he was not angry after hearing this."

"Tell him again to stop talking about other people's faults and incompetences at the wine table. For a fellow villager, if you look up but don't look down, your whispers under the covers may be overheard, let alone this kind of thing. If you make a few drunken remarks at a drinking table, you will offend others and be held grudges in vain. As time goes by, if your peers don’t talk about it, the next generation will suffer the consequences.”

Hearing this, Song He found it very interesting and asked with a smile: "Does he think it makes sense?"

Chen Pingan said: "I probably listened to it at the moment, but I don't know if I will remember it next time when I go to the wine table."

Don't talk about anything else, just drinking. Chen Ping'an and himself should really learn from Jing Qing. At the drinking table, I feel that everyone is great, and they are all the first heroes in the world.

The key is sincerity.

Because what Chen Lingjun said while drinking was what was in his heart.

Song He Zi Gu Zi said a truth: "As the proverb says, 'The room is filled with anger, and the market is driven by sex.' To know, it is possible to know the sound based on the ears, and it is possible to know the shape based on the eyes. However, the knowledge must wait for the heavenly official. You should record its categories and then you can do it. If the name is not solid, it is appropriate to make a convention, and it is appropriate to call it by convention. If it is different from the convention, it is inappropriate."

Chen Pingan smiled and nodded.

Song He is using a new way to speak well of his husband.

Song He showed a somewhat nostalgic look, looked forward, and said softly: "Back then, my husband once told me that there was a very talented monk from the Vinaya Sect. Before he became a monk, he said two very good things, saying that virtue wins in the world. Those who have a peaceful heart can see people's strengths and weaknesses, so they can be approved by their mouths. People with weak virtues can be arrogant in their hearts. They can hate people's good deeds and bad deeds, so they can despise them in their eyes. Finally, the teacher said, the former can put their feet under their feet. The road gets wider and narrower."

"Perhaps a person with such a state can see that the streets are full of saints, and there is no one in the world who is not a good person."

Chen Ping'an's hand holding the cigarette rod went around behind him, tapped his back gently, nodded, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty's principles are still the same. He is more knowledgeable and gentle."

Song He said: "These are all the teacher's teachings."

Chen Pingan said: "Since you have listened, it is your truth."

Song Heyue felt that the atmosphere and timing of the walk tonight were good, so he began to talk frankly and expressed his inner thoughts, "Literati and refined scholars all like to say that the wind and the moon are impermanent, and only the idle are the masters. To be honest, I When I headed south, my original intention was to stop at the logging institute of Yuzhang County, Hongzhou. The reason why I changed my route here was due to impulse. I was afraid that Mr. Chen would be too disappointed with our Dali Dynasty, and I wasn’t afraid of jokes when he said it. I dare to remind Pei Tong of Yunzhou and Wu Yuan of Chuzhou that these officials are just like the feudal officials who are working under Mr. Chen’s nose. They are afraid of causing unnecessary complications and superfluous things. After being seen through, I am worried that they will only cause a bigger joke. I On the way here, I saw a plum tree by the bridge and the river. I parked my car there. I was stunned for a while. I was afraid of Mr. Chen's current state of mind. If you are dissatisfied, what can Dili do to me? Just thinking about it again, If there is really a branch of plum in the ancient stream, the road is far away and the mountains are winding, waiting for the bright moon to find me... that would be fine. Even if I am rejected by Mr. Chen, I have a clear conscience. "

Instead of expressing any recognition, Chen Ping'an went even further and joked half-truthfully, "Oh? Does this mean you have a clear conscience?"

Song He was speechless for a moment.

Why do you feel that you are not as good as a country villager who is not very good at drinking wine, so that Mr. Chen can be patient and speak with caution?

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "One inch of time, one inch of gold, such a good truth, who are you telling it to? I'm afraid it's good enough if scholars can understand it."

Song He had an illusion, as if he had returned to his youth, listening to his mentor who was the national teacher, leading him to walk in the streets of the capital, and telling people and things whatever he encountered.

At the wine table here, Chen Pingan once heard something.

"There is no fame in this life."

When the old man said this, he was neither drunk nor complaining, but his tone was indifferent and his expression was calm.

Song He apologized: "I have a soft ear, Mr. Chen, please don't mind."

Song He is still worried about his wife taking matters into her own hands, because Chen Ping'an is unhappy about the string of spiritual beads.

Furthermore, it was Queen Song Mian's opinion that they stay here this time. But Song He didn't mention this kind of thing to Chen Ping'an.

Chen Pingan turned his head and looked at Song He.

It's not a polite word, it's from the bottom of my heart.

Yes. I think all the spies on the Sword Qi Great Wall are handled by my senior brother Cui Chang himself, and he is not fake.

If His Majesty the Emperor knew a little bit about the news from the Sword Qi Great Wall, he would not say such things tonight.

Oh, in those days, the whole Great Wall of Sword Qi, regardless of the reputation of the hidden official in the summer palace, and the second shopkeeper of the wine shop, just said that he and Ning Yao, one is a family man, the other is considerate, who doesn't give a thumbs up and control his wife? Nothing!

I remember one time I was eating hot pot with Senior Song, using chili peppers and wine, and the young man’s face turned red after drinking.

It is said that after a man has power and money, he will be liked or admired by all kinds of women. It is inevitable. He can still control it. This is his real ability.

Over time, let them understand the truth that I am the man you will never get, and this is called a good man.

I remember when I was young and wandering around the world, there were always fewer Yingying and Yanyan around me. I relied on my righteousness to dissipate the powdery air.

"Marry a virtuous wife."

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Your Majesty is so lucky."

If it weren't for a certain detail, Chen Ping'an suddenly changed his mind. I don't care about you, Your Majesty, the Emperor or the Governor. After drinking tea, you can see off your guests.

Song and his group would never be left to eat that meal.

What if it wasn't Queen Yu Mian who handed over the hairpin and asked Queen Mother Nan Hairpin to come to the school to try it out? Let’s see if Chen Ping’an will let Xiao Mo remove the ban on swordsmanship?

You must know that when Chen Pingan was in the palace, he intentionally left a green bamboo chopstick for the woman to use as a hairpin.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "When a man has a family and lives a good life, he must not let his wife be in trouble all the time."

"All conflicts between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, if one day they reach an irreconcilable point, in the final analysis, it will still be that man who is unreliable, has no independent opinion, only makes trouble, and ends up being unhappy on both sides."

Song He felt that these words made sense, but they did sound a little guilty.

Chen Ping'an asked: "Shilang Zhao is still in the village?"

Song He shook his head and said: "He has already left the boundary of Yunzhou. He has to deal with an urgent matter. He may have to take half of the Earthly Branch monks with him and go on separate ways. We will meet at Luo Jing, the companion capital."

Chen Ping'an hesitated for a moment and asked: "What kind of official business requires a minister of the Ministry of Justice and an earthly branch monk to go out together?"

Song He did not hide anything, "Abbot Dali Jianzhou and a key figure in the mountain ferry affairs, this old man did not have a temporary post in the Ministry of Industry, so he rarely took a break, so he took a few disciples and students to the south to relax. An old vassal state south of Dadu encountered a dispute, involving the local court and two mountain fairy mansions."

Chen Pingan asked: "Because you are not particularly reasonable? Are you suspected of being nosy?"

Song He nodded and said: "If that were not the case, no one in Aquarius Continent and north of Old Dragon City would really dare to provoke trouble with the Great Li Dynasty. What's more, this old gentleman has a stubborn temper and is unwilling to fight with him when he encounters trouble. The Capital Punishment Department or Accompanying Capital Luo Jing said hello, and they were in a stalemate over there."

Chen Pingan asked again: "For such an important person, the Ministry of Punishment didn't issue a peace and quiet plaque?"

Song He explained: "I tried hard to persuade him, but the old man was still only willing to accept a low-grade, nothing-to-do card. Because the old man was worried that the people around him would be implicated, he had no choice but to show his temper and show the nothing-to-do card."

Chen Ping'an twitched his lips, "Did the other party become even more excited when they saw this low-grade and useless card? Maybe they wanted to take this opportunity to knock down the mountain and shake the tiger?"

Song He nodded, "Everything is just as Mr. Chen expected."

Chen Pingan narrowed his eyes.

To put it harshly, today's Dali Dynasty, without Xiuhu Cui Chan, is equivalent to missing its backbone.

This is actually a fact recognized by both the people and the people, and the Great Li Dynasty has acquiesced to this.

Let’s just talk about the old vassals of Dali in the south. After the restoration of the country, why did they take the initiative to release the news and destroy the mountain top stone monuments of the immortal mansions within their jurisdiction?

In fact, it is a kind of test for the Song family of Dali.

As long as Cui Chan is still there, the entire Aquarius Continent, whether north or south, just like Emperor Song He said, who dares to say anything north of Laolong City at the southernmost point of the continent?

Seeing Mr. Chen silently on the side, Song He smiled and said: "Mr. Chen, just don't worry, Zhao Yao will definitely be able to handle this kind of thing."

Chen Ping'an said: "Among the Qi practitioners who are currently visiting me in Luopo Mountain, there is Bai Deng, a sword cultivator in the Yupu realm. He just walked out of the nearby Dragon Palace ruins. He can be regarded as half a native Da Li monk. There is also a The ghost, whose Taoist name is Yinlu, was once the deputy city lord of the Wild Immortal Hairpin City. This guy's realm is gone, but his heart is still there, and he can cooperate with Bai Deng, who is born with a quick temper. In addition, Jinghao from Qinggong Mountain in Liuxia Continent, this time around There is also a Jade Pu realm disciple named Gao Geng. I can invite the three of them to go with me, and let Yin Lu and the old gentleman recognize the family elders. This can be settled without Zhao Yao and the others showing up. It can be a big or small dispute. If the other party is willing to start a fight, just let Yinlu follow suit. When the time comes, let Taoist Gao Geng reveal his identity and say that he is from Qinggong Mountain in Liuxia Continent and that he is also a guest of the old gentleman's family."

One is to do official business, like Zhao Yao, who holds the title of minister.

There is another way, which is to keep it private and let Yinlu, who is idle every day in the mountains, recognize his ancestors and return to his clan.

Song He was stunned when he heard this.

Is this okay?

Chen Ping'an seemed to no longer care about this, and had changed the subject, pointing to a mountain ridge in front of him, and said with a smile: "What a coincidence, that place is called Shuangjia Ridge."

Song He calmed down, followed the direction pointed by Chen Pingan, looked at the distant mountains, and said with a smile: "Back then, every time I talked to my husband and asked him for advice, I was always confused at first. After my husband explained, Then things will suddenly become enlightened, and the teacher will suddenly ask another question, adding another confusion on top of the confusion."

Chen Ping'an joked: "If you compare me with Senior Brother Cui, it's like scolding both of us at the same time."

Song He asked tentatively: "Mr. Chen, then we have made an appointment?"

Chen Pingan nodded, "But I have to wait for me to travel first. I may have to go to many places, including several continents I have never set foot on. I need to visit them all. After I come back, I will go to Lijing City again. This time Traveling can take as long as four or five years, or as short as two or three years."

Song He was in high spirits and couldn't hold back. He grabbed Chen Ping'an's arm and said, "It's settled."

Chen Ping'an patted His Majesty the Emperor's arm and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, you don't have to be like this. A monk can run away but can't run away from the temple. My Luo Luoshan family doesn't have long legs."

Song He turned around and looked in the direction of the school, but hesitated to speak.

Chen Pingan explained with a smile: "It takes ten years to cultivate trees and hundreds of years to cultivate people. Teaching and educating people requires long-term success. When I go on a long journey, I will leave a talisman clone here in the village school. The matter of opening the school and teaching students will definitely be We won’t give up halfway.”

Song He stopped, straightened his clothes, stood sideways, bowed to Chen Pingan and thanked him.

Chen Ping'an had no choice but to stand facing him and return the favor.

Another delicious meal tonight.

After everyone had had a good drink and had enough food, they went back to their respective homes. Chen Lingjun and his good friend Chen Zhuoliu went out for a walk. They all made an appointment to have a morning drink tomorrow. They would not leave until they were drunk.

Those who were drinking with Chen Xianjun, they all agreed to do whatever they could.

It's been a long time since Chen Lingjun threw off his arms to drink and brag like this.

Luolu Mountain is like a temporary hill. Chen Lingjun is the host and is responsible for entertaining guests. In addition to his close friend Chen Zhuoliu, there are also several new friends he has just met.

The old immortal Jinghao, the sword cultivator Baideng, the ghost Yinlu, and the direct disciple of Jinghao, in the Yupu realm, named Gao Geng, who has gone to the mountains relatively late at night, is a boring gourd, and doesn't like to talk inside or outside the wine table.

Fortunately, there are more empty houses in Jise Peak. This is due to Chief Zhou's spending a lot of money. He does not regard fairy money as money. To say that it is not enough to rely on Chief Zhou's money alone, it must be added to the fact that the old cook is a good spender. The money man, the civil engineering and construction in the mountain are all the work of the old chef, making the mansions on the mountain have their own characteristics. They are still very dignified when used to entertain the monks on the mountain, and they will not lose their status.

Every time after drinking, Chen Lingjun and Chen Zhuoliu would often walk all the way to the Jilingfeng Ancestral Hall and then back. The two brothers were good friends and chatted happily, so they secretly drank two bottles of wine on the road.

In any case, we really hit it off with those new friends and we got along well with each other, but Chen Lingjun and Chen Zhuoliu were friends in adversity, brothers who had passed away, and they had a real heart-to-heart relationship.

Walking on the mountain road, Chen Lingjun rubbed his hands, feeling a little embarrassed.

Chen Qingliu clasped his hands behind his back and said with a smile: "You have something to discuss? But you just can't talk?"

Chen Lingjun said: "My mountain master accidentally told me something. It seems that Mr. Wei Shanjun admires Mr. Xin very much and wants to help ask for two copybooks. Good things come in pairs."

In fact, until now, Chen Qingliu has not mentioned it, and Chen Ping'an has not said it, so Chen Lingjun doesn't know the origin of Mr. , could it be that knowing that the other person lives on a certain mountain top, the toast at the table would be more attentive, and that without any background, he would be a bit more negligent? There is no such nonsense in being together at the same wine table by fate.

Chen Qingliu glanced at the boy in green and smiled: "A hundred scenes together are not as thoughtful as Chen Ping'an alone. Good things come in pairs. He clearly asked for two and secretly kept one for himself. Afterwards, Wei Bo will be extremely grateful to Chen Ping'an."

If I remember correctly, at Zhu Lian's side, Chen Ping'an had already cheated him out of a copybook. Good things come in pairs, so he was right.

"Don't talk nonsense. It's my own idea to ask for a copybook. It has nothing to do with the master. The master just mentioned it casually and I took note of it."

Chen Lingjun complained: "Besides, what's the matter with this? Brother, don't be so nagging, just say whether you can help me or not. If it's difficult, just pretend I didn't say it. It's no big deal, just say it." You talk a lot of nonsense.”

You have to be considerate as a person. I treat all your friends as my own friends. How could you secretly kill my master?

For so many years in Luopo Mountain, Chen Lingjun felt that he had not made any contribution and felt very unhappy.

What's more, Wei Bo is stingy on his side, and he is really stingy. But the relationship between Wei Shanjun and the master is really good. Just talking about Niujiaodu, it is just a matchmaking between Piyunshan and the Song family of Dali, and his down-and-out mountain talent Chen Lingjun felt that he had a share in this love, and he thought about it so much that he couldn't take it seriously. When I think of Beiyue Piyun Mountain, I think of Night Tour Banquet, and the world-famous nickname, Wei Yeyou, makes Chen Lingjun couldn't help but laugh.

Chen Qingliu nodded and said, "It's not a big deal."

If it were someone else asking for the copybook, it would be up to Xin Jian to see if he would respond. It's just that when you open your mouth, you only have to say two things. It's not difficult to say a basketful of things, and it's not the kind of work that is just for singing and singing. Every word must be full of energy.

Chen Lingjun was not polite and said: "Then it's all on you. As agreed, we are not bragging at the wine table now. Don't let me go. When the time comes, I will scold you." Come on, don’t be vague.”

Chen Qingliu asked with a smile: "Since you are asking for help, why not ask for a few more pictures?"

Chen Lingjun raised his head and asked, "Can it really be done? Isn't it difficult?"

Chen Qingliu nodded.

Chen Lingjun rubbed his chin, shook his head and said: "Let's forget it. Two copybooks are enough. Asking for more would be a bit rude. The old cook is right. When asking for calligraphy from a calligrapher, it's better to have a few copies and not a good one. many."

Chen Qingliu smiled and said: "Zhu Lian is a rare and wonderful person."

Chen Lingjun laughed and said: "No matter how knowledgeable the old cook is, he is still an old bachelor."

Chen Lingjun took out two bottles of wine from his sleeves and handed one to Chen Qingliu. Naturally, he didn't know how rare it was to have the extremely conceited Chen Qingliu comment like this.

Chen Qingliu took the wine pot, opened the mud seal, and shook it a few times. The aroma of the wine filled the air. Looking at the mountain scenery on a moonlit night, he sincerely sighed: "The moonlight on this mountain is charming and can captivate people's hearts the most."

Chen Lingjun took a sip of wine and said, "Sometimes, I think you talk a lot like Brother Jia. There are always a few good words coming out, such as the world inside and outside the wine glass. Or, if you can't compete for first place outside the wine table, you can't compete with the wine. Can’t we fight over the table?”

Chen Qingliu smiled and said, "I often hear you talk about this Jia Sheng. I'll have a chance to meet him."

Chen Lingjun said: "It's a trivial matter. If one day we all get together and drink at the same table, that would be a great time."

A wine table, together with himself, the old Taoist priest Jia Sheng, the coachman Bai Busi, and the Confucian scholar Chen Zhuoliu.

Chen Qingliu said: "One of Xin Jian's friends may come to Aquarius Continent in the near future. If Xin Jian is still in Luoluo Mountain by then, he may climb a mountain to visit."

Chen Lingjun patted his chest, "It's not a big deal, it's all on me."

Chen Qingliu said with a smile: "He has a good background and a very bad temper. Please take it easy."

Chen Lingjun walked with a breeze and smiled. In his Luolu Mountain, in this Beiyue territory, what strange people and strangers have he not seen in these years? Have you ever been timid?

Let’s not talk about those three people. We can’t talk about it anyway, so let’s just talk about Bai Yujing’s Headmaster Lu Chen. So what, we have met him several times. How often have we not been strong-willed, neither humble nor overbearing? Lu Chen is a disciple of Dao Ancestor, so he must have a long history.

Chen Qingliu laughed it off. Xin Jian's good friend, in terms of seniority, is the same as Lu Chen on the mountain. This person is a proud disciple of the most holy master. You can add the suffix "one" or not.

Bai Deng, who had just walked out of the Dragon Palace ruins a few days ago, was already familiar with the deputy city lord of the Immortal Hairpin City, whose name was Yinlu. They were both mute and couldn't tell how hard it was to eat coptis. He really didn't dare to say it. In addition to drinking every day, I prepare for the next meal.

Bai Deng originally wanted to learn more about the current world, especially the customs and customs of Aquarius Continent, through this drinking buddy, but he was blinded when he asked. Yinlu had the same thoughts and feelings.

In fact, Bai Deng and Yinlu didn't really hit it off, but in the mountains, they had to find someone to chat with to relieve their boredom, otherwise they would be too frustrated.

Jing Hao and his direct disciple Gao Geng lived in a house. They were sitting together under the eaves tonight, under the moonlit night. Gao Geng asked cautiously, Master, are we just wasting our money like this?

It doesn't seem to be a problem to always drink with that Chen Xianjun like this.

Qinggongshan is not a small sect and has many affairs. Many of the schedules established by the council at the end of last year are already full.

Fortunately, Master, we can still chat for a few words at the wine table here. Unfortunately, Gao Geng, who is also considered a heroic figure in Liuxiazhou Mountain, always stays with the last person, not to mention every word, even every word. Have to consider carefully. Now Gao Geng just feels that after he goes down the mountain and returns to his hometown, he may not want to drink for a few years.

There are too many strange people and strange things here.

The gatekeeper at the foot of the mountain is a fake Taoist priest who likes to read serious and forbidden books. The man who often carries the burden of carrying wine to the house seems to be a pure martial artist with an extremely impressive martial arts level. He seems to be a native of Lizhu Cave Heaven and the former gatekeeper of Luopo Mountain.

There was a female martial artist named Cen who practiced boxing and walking on the mountain road every day. Even if she saw the young hidden official, she would never say hello.

The little water monster that patrols the mountain twice every morning and evening is actually the right protector of Luolu Mountain, a mountain protector enshrined by the Shangzong.

And that young man with a yellow hat and blue shoes and a gentle smile often accompanied the little girl in black. Master said that this amiable Mr. Xiao Mo must be an Ascension Realm Sword Immortal, there is no doubt about it.

There is also a young swordsman with a green hand-held inkstone hanging from her waist. It is said that she is the direct disciple of the young Yin Guan. She is surrounded by two "helpers" on the left and right, and one is a "sable hat girl" who makes even the master fearful. , there is also a white-haired boy who likes to be deliberately arrogant and laugh when he meets Gao Geng on the road.

Gao Geng really couldn't understand such a sect, and it was even more difficult for him to follow the local customs.

Jing Hao and this incompetent direct disciple were sitting on bamboo chairs said to have been woven by Zhu Lian, the great steward of Luolu Mountain.

Hearing the disciple's nonsense, Jing Hao, who was in a good mood, suddenly became gloomy. Sensing the change in the master's aura, Gao Geng immediately shut up.

How could Jing Hao be willing to waste her time here? Jing Hao had already made up her mind to stay away from Chen Xianjun, who was "unlawfully merciful" to Qinggong Mountain. She never thought of drinking at least twice a day in Luo Luo Mountain. Toasting with the "brother and brother" who both had the surname Chen, I wanted to put the wine bowl under the table, as low as possible. Perhaps this way, the boy in green was confused, and this way, Chen Xianjun was in the eyes. He warned Jing Hao from his heart, why don't you lie down on the ground and toast...

After a long silence, Jing Hao said: "Why, Chen Xianjun has come down the mountain, please follow me to say goodbye to Chen Yinguan."

Gao Geng nodded, and there was something he really couldn't say, and he said from his heart: "Master, this fellow Taoist Jingqing is so courageous, he is truly a hero."

A rough calculation shows that the boy in green, who was a water dragon in the Nascent Soul Realm, patted Chen Xianjun on the shoulder no less than thirty times, bent his fingers, breathed, and then really dared to flick it on Chen Xianjun's forehead.

Jing Hao looked complicated, "Everyone has his own destiny, I can't envy him."

The boy in Tsing Yi and his brother Huan returned to Jise Peak from Ji Ling Peak. After they separated, they threw down their sleeves vigorously and burped with wine. They passed by and saw that the courtyard door was not closed. The old cook was lying on the wicker chair again, swinging the cattail leaf fan. People, they look so pitiful.

Chen Lingjun wandered to Zhu Lian's side, sat down on a bamboo chair aside, shook his shoulders, and "walked" to Zhu Lian's side with the chair, deliberately opened his mouth wide, and breathed alcohol at the old cook, "Old cook, what? It’s a long night and I can’t sleep, ha, do you miss the girl?”

Zhu Lian lay still, just holding a cattail leaf fan to disperse the smell of alcohol, "Are you taking a walk with Chen Zhuoliu again?"

Chen Lingjun was still talking to himself, "Old cook, it's not what I said to you. There are some things that we men have to accept as we get older. Brother Dafeng might be able to trick someone with a little bit of care. When my daughter-in-law comes home, she doesn’t care about her appearance anyway. Brother Dafeng is good at it. She just needs to be a girl. There are no requirements. It just depends on her eyesight. If she looks pleasing to the eye, she can be passable. Once the lights are darkened, the quilt will be rolled up. , the bed is just walking.”

Zhu Lian gently shook the cattail leaf fan and said with a smile: "There is nothing more demanding than no request. Brother Dafeng is very high-spirited."

People who also like to drink often look at the world with drunken eyes. Zheng Dafeng is cold-eyed and hot-tempered. Some people are just greedy for drinking. There is a difference between drunkards and drunkards in the world.

As for Chen Lingjun, he probably belongs to the third type.

Just don't reason with this Uncle Chen, it's not going in one ear and out the other, it's completely out of your mind.

Zhu Lian asked: "Have you had enough wine these days?"

Chen Lingjun shook his head and said, "What's so satisfying about it? If you drink too much, you'll vomit. After you've vomited, drink again. You'll be happy."

I reunited with Chen Zhuoliu after a long separation. Both brothers are open-minded people. Chen Zhuoliu didn't hide it. He said that his cross-continental travel was just a sightseeing trip and he didn't encounter any difficulties. It was just the hassle. It was indeed a little lacking. .

Chen Lingjun was relieved when he heard that it was just a trivial matter of ordering sesame seeds and mung beans. He was happy for his good brother. As the old cook said, if nothing happens today, it is a good thing.

At the same time, I feel a little regretful that I only have eighteen martial arts skills, but it’s a pity that there is no place for heroes to use them. If trouble really comes, I have to help my good brother no matter what.

That stupid girl Nuanshu has been doing well these past few days, serving tea and water, cooking wine and vegetables, delivering fruits and vegetables... everything is very orderly and unambiguous.

After going back and forth, she became familiar with Chen Lingjun's friends. Chen Zhuoliu asked her earlier, "I heard from your mountain master that you haven't formed the golden elixir yet." But what's the difficulty?

Chen Nuanshu just smiled and shook his head.

When the girl in the pink skirt left the house, Chen Qingliu asked the boy in Tsing Yi again, if she is not in a hurry, you are not in a hurry?

Chen Lingjun laughed endlessly, hahaha, haha, haha.

The kid in green clothes smiled and then stopped talking, scratching his head.

Chen Qingliu smiled and said that the little girl was born in a literary fire python, and it was not easy to succeed.

Chen Lingjun was a little surprised at the time that his master even told his brother such a thing.

After thinking about it, Chen Lingjun finally came up with an answer. It seems that the master is deliberately giving himself face on the side of his friends? In addition, both of them are scholars, so they hit it off like old friends with Chen Zhuoliu, so they don't even see each other?

If the master is here, why don't you mention three first?

Chen Zhuoliu finally asked Chen Lingjun whether he would need his help to protect the little girl if Chen Nuanshu turned into a dragon one day.

As for the reason, it was very Chen Zhuoliu. He said that it was fate that everyone was named Chen anyway, not to mention that the food and wine these days were not free.

Chen Lingjun was immediately amused. He was originally standing on the bench laughing, but his stomach hurt from laughing. He lay on the table, banged the table with one hand, and pointed at that good buddy with the other hand. Just you?

Then Chen Lingjun began to toast to Old Immortal Jing, Bai Jianxian and others in turn, leaving Chen Qingliu aside.

But he didn't know that among the people being toasted, one was trembling with embarrassment and carefully looked at Chen Xianjun's face, while the other one could go to see his ancestor at any time, his teeth were chattering and he didn't dare to look at the dragon-slaying man. It's really hard to say that such a pair of brothers are in trouble at the wine table. Fellow Taoist Jingqing is already a friend, so why did you trick us?

"Brother Jingqing, is there anyone you're afraid of? Do you need brother... help? This, eh?"

While speaking, Chen Qingliu raised his palm and made a gesture like raising a knife and dropping it.

Chen Lingjun likes Chen Zhuoliu the most. He doesn't know who he is when he gets to the wine table, and he has the same virtues as himself.

If we really want to argue, who wouldn’t be afraid of this in my hometown? Over the years, Chen Lingjun seems to have suffered more losses than he can count on one hand because of his "outspoken speech"?

Nowadays, every meal is filled with memories of bitterness and sweetness.

Chen Qingliu smiled playfully, "Then I'll give you a name and a Taoist number. Who are you more afraid of?"

Chen Lingjun subconsciously looked at the Ascension Realm monks like Jing Hao. Of course, he was not afraid of his drinking buddy Jing Hao, but he was afraid of these old gods who liked to pretend that they were "passers-by" after being full.

He only said that in the blacksmith shop in the small town, Blacksmith Ruan, the last saint in charge, looked like a farmer, so Chen Lingjun spoke frankly and caused a misunderstanding.

Jing Hao was startled.

Fellow Taoist Jingqing, why the hell are you staring at me? !

Chen Lingjun's face was full of resentment, but when he thought of a certain person, he was not the one he was most afraid of.

Chen Lingjun shuddered and quickly drank to calm down his shock.

Afraid, why not?

After Zulu turned into a dragon, especially when he heard about the meeting at the Chinese Confucian Temple and the other party's appearance, Chen Lingjun felt dizzy for a while, and now he has been worrying about something.

Just rely on your cultivation qualifications and diligent work style, but don't accidentally transform into a real dragon. Then you won't be able to follow the dragon-slaying man.

It's just that it's a bit embarrassing to talk about this kind of thing. He is so thin-skinned that he is too embarrassed to talk to the master about it.

No matter how experienced he is in the world, no matter how smart he is, he cannot withstand the overwhelming power of the dragon-slaying battle three thousand years ago.

Therefore, the first page of the "Collection of Passers-by" carefully compiled by Chen Lingjun is empty.

I didn't even dare to write that person's name.

Later, I simply used glue to glue the page and the cover together.

It seems that in this way, there is no need to pass by the legendary dragon-slaying man.

At that time at the wine table, the boy in green taught Chen Zhuoliu, a poor scholar, not to think that he had learned some immortal magic from the mountains, but he was always shouting about fighting and killing. The world is not such a mess. When we go out, we must Be kind to others, and beg to be a good person so that we can meet each other in the future. I don’t know, do you know?

Chen Lingjun was very proud and said, "Old cook, I have negotiated with my good brother and asked him to ask Mr. . Another painting, I asked the master to give it to Wei Bo. Hehe, I will agree with the master in advance. Don’t say it is my contribution. Wei Bo is a pretentious and good-looking person. If he knows that it is my help, he will probably be in trouble. He murmured that even if he got a treasure, he wouldn't be so happy."

Zhu Lian smiled and said, "You do good deeds without leaving a name."

Chen Lingjun crossed his arms across his chest and raised his eyebrows, "I learned it from my master."

Zhu Lian said: "Wei Bo will be overjoyed when he receives this gift, even if he knows it was you who helped him."

Chen Lingjun was too busy enjoying himself that he did not understand the underlying meaning of Zhu Lian's words.

Zhu Lian knew that there were only a handful of people Wei Bo admired in his life. In addition to the swordsman A Liang who was born in the Yasheng Palace, there was also Mr. Long Xin in Ci who was temporarily away from the mountain and traveling, and a certain person who was mentioned by the Holy Master. The proud disciple of "More Brave than Me", as one of the first group of ancient "scholars" to follow the Holy Master, this person once left to future generations a sonorous saying that sounds like a thousand-year cry, "When a gentleman dies, he will inevitably win the crown." .”

Chen Lingjun lowered his voice and said: "Old chef, it's not helpful for you to tell me your personal experience, but you always talk about the same truths. You tell me, that senior leader of the Hushan School, how is she doing? She won't leave as long as she stays, what's going on, don't you just fall in love with my master? If that's the case, I won't tolerate her. Everything is easy to talk about, but this one can't be confused. "

Zhu Lian said: "Don't think too much. It has nothing to do with the love between men and women. It's just a person who particularly wants to make money. Suddenly he has entered a mountain of gold and silver. He is dazzled and always wants to take home more."

Chen Lingjun wondered: "What does it mean? Please explain it clearly."

Zhu Lian patiently explained: "Gao Jun is now the number one person in the world in the blessed land. Although she is not worthy of her name, but within the lotus root blessed land, she is still the leader on the mountain. The further back she goes, the higher her realm will be." , the more prestige she has, and because she has the idea of ​​seeking political power in her position, she will worry about whether her virtue is worthy of her position, so when she comes here, she is like a frog in a well watching the sea, and everything she sees is new. She just wanted to know more rules, and plan early after returning, gathering as many forces on the mountain as possible, twisting the hearts of the Qi practitioners into one rope, and finally winning more blessings for the Blessed Land on the Luopo Mountain side. Of…freedom. Good intentions.”

If there are no accidents and Gao Jun returns to the blessed land, the young master will follow her to participate in a "mountain top" meeting to establish the rules and framework of the world.

Xiao Mo will definitely follow. Xie Gou heard about this before and she was eager to give it a try. The reason is very good. I can't support the mountain master.

"It's understandable that Master Gao is really interested."

Chen Lingjun hummed and then asked: "What about Zhong Qian? I heard that he is the first Golden Body Realm martial artist in our Lotus Root Blessed Land. If he doesn't want to be beaten by the mountain master, why don't he ask for advice from a fellow countryman like you? "

If Gao Jun, the head of the Hushan Sect in Songlai Kingdom, is the first golden elixir immortal in the blessed land in the orthodox sense, and has the protection of "God's will", then Zhong Qian, the first golden elixir realm martial artist, is invisible There is martial arts in him, and Gao Jun, both of them are lucky ones favored by God.

It's just that when Zhong Qian arrived at Luo Luo Mountain, she was completely opposite to Gao Jun. She didn't bother to show up at all. It was said that she was there dipping sauce and eating green onions every day, and just drank alone.

Zhu Lian shook his head and said, "He doesn't dare to come. Even if he comes, he really won't dare to come in the future."

The four people in the picture scroll of Lotus Flower Paradise in the past were all the best people in the world in their respective eras. Generally speaking, they were the kind of masters who were friendly on the surface but looked down on the other three in their hearts. Although their relationship was passable, they also had an undercurrent. move.

Generally speaking, if the Qi practitioners on the mountain are older and have a longer Taoist experience, they may have an inherent advantage. It is relatively difficult for the young people behind them to stand out.

But as a pure martial artist, Zhu Lian felt that one had to climb higher than the other. When it comes to martial arts, there is no need to favor the past over the present.

Just like Haoran Tianxia, ​​the first person at the top of martial arts is Zhang Tiaoxia and then Pei Bei. Now there is Cao Ci and his own mountain master.

Chen Lingjun clicked his tongue. The old chef is so strong, he can say such big words without drinking.

Zhu Lian said: "In the words of brother Dafeng, how come Zhong Qian, a person who doesn't seek advancement, can't have a drink with Jing Qing?"

Zheng Dafeng really felt that Zhong Qian's boxing skills were not strong enough, and Zhu Lian also felt that Zhong Qian was not cruel enough to him. Today's martial arts achievements are just a result of stepping on the rind of watermelon.

Chen Lingjun was unhappy when he heard this, "Old cook, what you said hurt our friendship."

Zhu Lian asked: "Zheng Dafeng said, is it my fault?"

Chen Lingjun grinned and said, "How do I know if you are setting up a frame to cause trouble and sow discord between me and Brother Da Feng?"

Zhu Lian raised his head and looked outside the courtyard.

Chen Ping'an, a man in green shirt, waved his hand towards him, indicating that the old cook did not need to get up.

Chen Lingjun quickly stood up and went to take credit.

Zhu Lian smiled and reminded: "Don't pat the shoulder casually this time."

Chen Lingjun ran towards the courtyard gate, turned around and asked curiously: "What do you mean?"

Zhu Lian lay back on the wicker chair, shook the cattail leaf fan, and said lazily: "Forget it, as long as you are happy."

Zhu Lian might be qualified to teach Chen Lingjun ninety-eight principles on a hundred things, but he didn't need to teach him and couldn't teach him about making friends and entertaining guests.

Over there at the mountain gate.

Taoist Xianwei was woken up by Zheng Dafeng's thunderous snoring next door. He couldn't sleep anymore, so he simply moved a chair and sat under the mountain gate archway, flipping through a book under the moonlight.

Xiaomi Li went to bed late today and went out to play when she had nothing to do. If she wasn't careful, she would see Pei Qian coming home.

Anyway, it was not a mountain patrol, so the little girl in black didn't bring the gold pole or the green bamboo cane. She just put on the cotton satchel and jumped to the mountain road. Suddenly she saw the figure at the foot of the mountain, so she followed Cen Yuanji's practice of boxing and walking. At the gate of the mountain, after finishing his work, he raised his hands and sighed, and called Taoist Master Xianwei with a smile.

The Xianwei agreed, rolled up the book at lightning speed and put it into his sleeve, and then took out a volume of sage books from the other sleeve.

Xianwei then turned his head and Xiaomi Li ran all the way down the mountain. Xianwei wanted to get up and move a bench from the table.

Xiaomi Li squatted aside, waving her hands repeatedly and saying no, just squatting.

The little girl asked, will it delay Taoist Master Xianwei's reading?

Xianwei smiled and said how could it be possible.

Zhu Lian and Mi Dajianxian, especially the old cook, still don’t know anything about it, because a certain “absolute” they had in the early years about a beautiful woman on the street and a girl in an embroidered building was relayed to Go Home by Xiao Mili some time ago. The good man Mountain Lord decided to meet in the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom to ask each other about boxing.

Each of you is more eloquent than the other, right? You dare to speak freely when it comes to Xiao Mi Li, so you are not afraid of teaching my Xiao Mi Li a bad lesson, right?

Therefore, in the Qingping Sword Sect, Mi Dajianxian always felt that Master Yinguan saw him and often sneered on his face. Mi Yu was a little confused at the time and didn't know where he had gone wrong again. It's just that Mi Da Jianxian didn't bother to delve into this. Anyway, he didn't do many things well, so he just treated it like a dead pig and was not afraid of boiling water. Whether it was in the Chunbanzhai accountant or in the summer palace, he was the most idle. ? What's even more outrageous is that those young swordsmen were ridiculed as "half the credit goes to Mi Yu". As for who spoke first, Dong Bu, Lin Junbi, or Gu Changlong's fair words were all at random.

Xiaomi Li asked in a low voice: "Master Xianwei, you can't sleep, are you missing your hometown?"

""The book says, don't forget your hometown, benevolence. Don't love your hometown, Da Ye. ""

The Xianwei rolled up the pretentious book, thought about it, and said with a smile: "So according to this principle, it is human nature for a wanderer to be homesick. Just looking for a life outside, you also need to be a little more open-minded."

Xiaomi Li nodded and clapped vigorously but was silent, "It makes sense. What Taoist Master Xianwei said touches my heart. Ha, such a good truth, I want to close the door and get along with it, but I can't Let it sneak away."

Xianwei let out a sigh and tapped the palm of his hand with the scroll, "This principle about millet grains seems to be better explained. I have learned it."

Seeing that Taoist Master Xianwei was in a good mood, Xiao Mili scratched his face and asked, "Taoist Master Xianwei, can you play the erhu? It sounds very nice. I always think that I am embarrassed to speak when there are many people during the day." .”

Xianwei nodded with a smile and stood up immediately, "Wait a moment, I'll get the erhu."

If someone cheers, why not?

Who wouldn’t like millet grains in their own Luo Luo Shan?

In the years when he was wandering alone in the world, Xianwei, who pretended to be a Taoist priest and his real name was Nian Jing, was forced to make a living. In fact, he learned some skills and made money by playing gambling and chess with others, which was just one of them.

He knew how to play the erhu very early, but when he came to Luopo Mountain, the Taoist priest Xianwei didn't actually think about it, and he had no chance to return to his old profession. He just listened to the old cook sitting on the bench in Zhu Lian's yard. Once upon a time, Xianwei was mesmerized by what he heard and was astonished. He humbly consulted Zhu Lian several times, and Zhu Lian gave the erhu to Xianwei. In fact, the versatile old chef, not to mention the erhu, but also the pipa, which is mostly played by women, Zhu Lian can be said to be amazing, especially the soft and waxy pingtan that can be played by a woman, which is extremely impressive. To express the lingering emotions of love between men and women.

It's a pity that Zhu Lian is said to have his own particular values. He will only play with these things when Xiao Mili and Chen Nuanshu are present, and there are no outsiders. The two little girls say what they want to hear, which he says is not worth mentioning. Little tricks.

Xianwei always felt that if Mr. Zhu had a slightly better appearance when he was young, he wouldn't have to be so handsome. As long as he had a more upright appearance, he would probably have a lot of confidantes.

Once I overheard a conversation, fellow Taoist Jing Qing asked Zhu Lian, "Old cook, is there anything you can't do?"

In fact, many people in Luo Luo Shan have wanted to ask this question for a long time.

Zhu Lian laughed and cursed, "Bullshit, of course."

Chen Lingjun looked unbelieving, "For example?"

The old gentleman smiled and said, "Have a baby."

On a bright moonlit night, the Taoist priest Xianwei hurried back to the house to get his erhu, and sat on a bamboo chair. Xianwei coughed a few times, moistened his throat, and lowered his head to tune the strings a few times.

The Taoist priest plucks the strings and sings quietly. The Taoist priest sings and the mountain becomes quieter.

When Xianwei closed his eyes, raised his head slightly, with a smile on his face, he sang the phrase "I would have turned my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon only shines on the ditch" in a kind of tune that is said to be Laosheng's drama.

Even though Xiaomi Li had listened to it several times, she still felt that Taoist Xianwei's singing at this time was... beautiful.

Regarding this statement, Pei Qian had laughed at millet grains before. At that time, only the old cook said that her statement was very knowledgeable.

On the other side of the mountain road, a boy in green raised his arm and shouted loudly, and Chen Pingan knocked down a chestnut.

Xianwei quickly stopped playing the erhu, blushing. Xiaomi Li turned her head and put her finger to her mouth, signaling Jing Qing not to disturb Taoist Xianwei.

Chen Ping'an just chatted with Xianwei at the door for a few words, looked at the direction of the town, and quickly returned to the mountain with Chen Lingjun.

On the mountain, just now Xiaomo had taken Xie Gou to the sword worship platform.

Xiao Mo gave the reason without any hidden reasons. Although Xie Gou was reluctant, he just thought that Alliance Leader Guo was over there, so he held his nose and went to the sword worship platform.

On the way to Yufeng, she was still complaining about the mountain owner who was making a fuss and didn't know about her friendship in a certain old almanac. She had a good relationship with two of the guests who were about to come.

Xiao Mo knew her very well and exposed Xie Gou's easy-going lie on the spot, saying with a smile, "How are you?" It's okay to be old, but it's really not good to be good. Back then, when you were murderous and asked those two scholars about swordsmanship, how good the relationship could be.

As long as Xiaomo is with me, I won't care about Chen Ping'an.

Xie Gou held the mink hat with both hands, looking for something to say when he had nothing to say, Xiao Mo, is there anyone you are afraid of?

Xiaomo doesn't say much, but Xiaofuzi can definitely be counted as one.

In those ancient times, Jianxiu Xiaomo and Bai Jing were both famous masters who were not afraid of trouble. Few friends, many enemies.

Xie Gou had a sad face and felt a little aggrieved, saying that I couldn't beat Li Sheng, and I would never get back from this situation.

Xiao Mo smiled and said that there is no need to find such a place.

Xie Gou said that next time I go to Lotus Root Blessed Land, I will go with him.

Xiaomo hesitated for a moment and said, "I want to say hello to the young master."

The dog is jumping on the sea of ​​clouds, the mink hat is swaying, and the clothes are fluttering.

Xiao Mo walked with her with a smile, but naturally Xiao Mo couldn't do this childish behavior of the girl in the mink hat, so he just followed and watched.

On the border of Sui'an County, Yanzhou Prefecture, on the banks of the Ximei River, Yuan Tianfeng, a white-clothed guest of the Great Liqin Tianjian, was walking together with a senior from the mountain named Liu Mingxiang, nicknamed Zijun, and also nicknamed Jujun.

The latter has a young appearance and a strong bookish air that cannot be concealed even if he deliberately restrains himself. Therefore, I had to use a magical method that separated the heaven and the earth, but did not hinder the connection between the two "wells, rivers, and rivers" in time.

This situation is a bit like going to sea to visit immortals.

When Liu Fang walks, he is habitually stooped and unable to straighten his waist.

In the eyes of ordinary people, he might just be a good-looking young man. How could he be hunchbacked at such a young age?

Yuan Tianfeng had seen the Feng Shui Kanyu before, and suggested that a local sage from a scholarly family build Kuixing Pavilion to gather purple energy. Finally, he left three prophecies, "The second best person will be the vanguard, and the number one scholar will follow." "One. If you get the second rank in the door, you will get three yuan in a hundred miles." "The purple energy comes from the east, and the stars are shining everywhere."

From the beginning to the end, Liu Xi just smiled and stood by without saying a word.

Yuan Tianfeng asked: "Mr. Zijun, do you think it is inappropriate for Dao Ancestor and I to use words to borrow Zi Qi?"

Liu Xi smiled and shook his head, "There's nothing wrong with it. It's pretty good. Mr. Yuan is an expert."

Yuan Tianfeng said helplessly: "It's okay for others to say that I am an expert. When you say this, you always feel that you are mocking the younger generation for not being good at learning."

Liu Qian said: "That means Mr. Yuan is overthinking."

Yuan Tianfeng changed the subject, "Why do you like to think of yourself as a barnyard official, sir?"

Liu Qi replied: "The knowledge that has been abandoned will become more and more difficult to enter the hall of elegance as time goes by. This is the fate of the times."

Yuan Tianfeng said: "Since ancient times, later generations of students should not have gone to such extremes."

Liu Xian smiled and said: "I couldn't bear the praises of the past at that time. I can't bear the infamy of future generations. The consequences are what I am now."

It can be as small as the official language of a country or as large as the elegant language of a continent. In fact, the Confucian Temple once, and only once, promulgated a reign name that was common to all nine continents, the initial year.

Yuan Tianfeng sighed. He had a question. He was too curious and wanted to know, so it was not appropriate to ask.

It is said that when the world of Haoran was first settled, there was someone who was fighting against the Holy Master.

As if he guessed Yuan Tianfeng's thoughts, Liu Xi said: "Whether or not I am that person, I won't delay our meeting."

Yuan Tianfeng asked a slightly less taboo question, "Has Mr. Zijun ever spent some time in Lizhu Cave?"

Liu Xi nodded and said: "Back then, when I was invited by Qingtong Tianjun, I had a Taoist contemplation and... it could barely be regarded as a way to protect the Tao, but it didn't last long and I left quickly."

Yuan Tianfeng sighed. After receiving this definite answer, some of the joints that he had previously been puzzled about made sense.

"It's nothing. Over the past ten thousand years, I have traveled to many places with several different identities. The time I spent in Lizhu Cave was just a blink of an eye."

Liu Xian smiled and said: "The stinging insect started to write the "Tianyun Chapter" written by Master Lu. I was shocked with thunder. We are people who like wine. Drinking wine is as good as the stinging insect. Let's go and find a small restaurant. It’s a late night snack stall, let’s go have a drink.”

A group of people came to Huaihuang County quietly in the night.

Divided into two groups, Xin Jian took his friends to see the Dragon-locking Well, then came to an alley and said with a smile: "Brother Duanzheng, this is the Dragon Riding Alley."

The burly man whom Xin Jian called "upright" had an iron sword hanging from his waist. Although he is wearing a Confucian shirt, he looks more like a gangster.

This person is the scholar from the Chinese Confucian Temple who arranged for him to conduct the canonization ceremony of Beiyue Shanjun.

The other three scholars, who were also very senior, stopped at the place commonly known as Crab House by the people of the town.

One of them comes from outer space. He once met the last hidden official of the Sword Qi Great Wall. He was the accountant who was in charge of money bags among the scholars in his early years.

He was extremely knowledgeable in making money, so he was an outlier among ancient scholars.

One of the two people beside him looked dull and had a water ladle hanging from his waist. The other person barely spoke as they walked along.

The scholar with the water ladle hanging on his waist sighed softly, "I have more than enough ambition but not enough strength. If Duan was not in the wilderness back then, I would definitely come here to help Qi Jingchun."

Another scholar looked up at one of the plaques and said, "I will do my duty, but that's all. Seek kindness and get kindness. It's a scholar's background."

Then he glanced at the sky and murmured that there was a god three feet above his head.

Unless you don't say anything, what you say must be true.

The three of them had just passed by Xinghua Lane and Mud Bottle Lane one by one.

What he saw and heard was different from the other two senior brothers. Apart from seeing some of the past deeds of the foolish boy, the straw-shoe boy and the slug, they were all related to the word "filial piety".

I also heard the sword fairy Cao Xi murmuring something in his ancestral home.

He turned to look at the accountant and said with a smile: "You are different from us. You have been in the Qingming world for so long. Have you gained anything?"

Mr. Accountant smiled and said: "After all, our hands are tied."

In addition to being good at managing money, you need to know that this person can also be regarded as the first-class strategist in the world.

"When are we going to Luo Luo Mountain?"

Mr. Accountant asked himself and answered, "It's better to wait and see when Duanzheng will leave. I heard that there are two old friends on the mountain over there, so we can break up the fight."

During the day today, Zheng Dafeng went down the mountain to the small town and found the Yang Family Pharmacy. He didn't know what he had put on his hair, but it was shiny.

Zheng Dafeng walked into the shop, "Where is that girl Rouge?"

Shi Lingshan, who was looking at the shop, said angrily: "You also know that there are still classmates. It has been so long since I returned to my hometown. Senior sister has gone on a long trip."

Zheng Dafeng leaned against the counter, "Do you know when she will be back?"

Shi Lingshan has a bad face. This nominal senior brother is not doing anything right all day long. He also likes to open and lift whichever pot he likes. "If you shake your head in the pot, you can cook. You don't have to buy half a tael all year round." Oil."

This is a brat from Taoye Lane, and his words are already so pleasing to the ears.

Zheng Dafeng has never seen any big storms or waves in his life. Such strange words are tantamount to scratching his itch, "If you are not big or small, how can you talk to your senior brother?"

In fact, Zheng Dafeng had already guessed that junior sister Su Dian had received instructions from her master and went to Qingming Tianxia to find another senior brother "Xie Xin'en".

Zheng Dafeng exchanged a few words with Shi Lingshan at the drug store, walked out of the door, put his hand in front of his eyes, and looked up at the sun.

After hesitating for a moment, I walked out of the town, passed by the stone arch bridge, and came to a small ridge bordering the mountains to the west. At my feet were fields.

Zheng Dafeng was sitting on the ridge of the field. Behind him was a small tomb without a tombstone. It was lonely and made of stones, very inconspicuous.

Looking from here, you can see the Longxu River.

Behind the grave is the sissy kiln worker. He was miserable when he was alive and seemed to have no place to stand, and he didn't take up much space after he died.

And his niece is Su Dian, whose nickname is Rouge.

Zheng Dafeng believed that before Su Dian left Haoran Tianxia, ​​he must have been here to talk to his uncle who depended on each other for his life.

Zheng Dafeng stood up and took out a jug of wine, squatted on the grave, poured it on the ground, and poured out the jug of wine three times. He stood up again and threw the empty wine bottle into the river far away.

Sitting on the field ridge again, Zheng Dafeng took a deep breath and shouted from his heart: "Lu Chen, I know you can hear me, come here and sit down."

After a while, a young Taoist priest wearing a lotus crown appeared at the foot of the mountain. He ran up the mountain with his legs spread and was sweating profusely. He sat down next to Zheng Dafeng.

Headmaster Lu raised his palm, fanned the wind vigorously, and panted, "I'm exhausted."

Zheng Dafeng extended his thumb towards Master Lu.

You can get here in one fucking step, why don't you know how to shrink down to the mountains and rivers to be with a good friend?

Lu Chenxiao asked: "Brother Dafeng, what do you want to give me advice on? It's agreed that it's too big of a thing. My arms and legs are so thin that I may not be able to carry it..."

Zheng Dafeng said: "It's nothing serious, I just want to see what that girl Yanzhi said before she left for a long journey."

Lu Chen gasped, "I can do this kind of thing, but it's just not very good, right?"

Zheng Dafeng stretched out his hand and pressed Master Lu's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Sure enough, we fell out after not seeing each other for a few days. Back then, we two brothers went to listen to the corner together..."

"Stop it, let the past drift away."

Lu Chen pushed Zheng Dafeng's palm, but it didn't move at all. He could only say: "Okay, okay, I will use all my strength and try my best to use some tricks on the mountain."

Only then did Zheng Dafeng take back his hand. After a while, ripples appeared, and a young woman sat "not far away" from them after hanging paper on the grave. She rested her hands on the field ridge.

Before Su Dian left her hometown, this place was indeed the last scenery of her hometown she saw. After she had some heart-to-heart conversations with her uncle, she finally sang an obscure old country ballad. Even an old man who was born and raised in a small town, You may not even understand it.

It's a bit like praying to the sky for rain.

The dynasty is in the west, and the rain from the dynasty is respected...

It rains, it rains, and the sun rises...

It must be the song that the sissy named Su Han often hums when there are no other people around. Su Dian learned it after hearing it many times.

Lu Chen suddenly frowned, and Zheng Dafeng said in a deep voice: "Lu Chen, I owe you a favor."

Lu Chen sighed and nodded, "Don't say anything ungrateful, just treat it like you owe me a bottle of wine."

A moment later, Su Dian was holding a heavy treasure. In a flash, she was gone from Qingming. But in this picture of time, a stooped young man in a Confucian shirt suddenly appeared. With his hands behind his back, he slowly went up the mountain and came to Sudian and the tomb. He looked up at the sun shining high and the clear sky. Wanli, said to himself: "If you are tired of walking in the dew, why don't you stay up late at night, that is, if you walk in the morning and evening, you will be afraid of being wet by the dew. This is a metaphor for walking against etiquette, and there will be insults." "

"Headmaster, gatekeeper, yes or no?"

Finally, he said with a smile and waved his hand, "The rubber truck suddenly encountered rain, please explain to everyone."

There is no need to say much about the knowledge of Master Lu. Even Zheng Dafeng, who was in the Lizhu Cave where many experts were born, said that he was "a talented person with profound knowledge", which is actually not an exaggeration.

Therefore, both of them could understand the content of Su Dian's prayer for rain and the words of the weird scholar behind him. As for the deep meaning, they knew it in their hearts.

She was once a woman and named Su Han. Isn't it pitiful for the rain master to light the fire? The rain master prayed for rain, but he still couldn't get it.

There are always hardships in life that make people want to cry without tears. Instead, I can only laugh and pretend not to care, pretending to be calm and talking about something that is not easy.

He is such a man who is full of disappointment in the world. At the end of his life, he hopes that the sleeping God will open his eyes so that a young man with no relatives can be safe and good people will be rewarded.

After a long silence, Zheng Dafeng and Master Lu said three words in unison.

The young Taoist priest squatting beside the field ridge, wearing a lotus crown on his head, held his head in his hands, chewed grass roots, looked up at the sky, and said with a smile: "This is God."