Sword of Coming

In Yichi Lane, there are both promising young men like Yuan Zhengding and Guan Yiran who have made great achievements and brought glory to their families, while there are also those who cannot wear official robes or work in the shadows and are just hanging around to make money.

Today, when Cao Gengxin was walking home, she met such a dandy boy who, not to mention stirring up trouble in the family, would burn incense if he didn't break it down. The family couldn't say how disappointed he was with this person. Anyway, Chi Xiang and Chi'er Street, there are many such descendants of officials and generals. As long as they don't get in the eyes of their elders during the New Year and festivals, and don't get in trouble for scolding, they will be happy for a few days in the first month, and they can almost be happy for a whole year. The carriage stopped slowly, because the man heard the coachman’s inner voice reminding him that Cao Shilang was not on duty at the Yamen today. The man hurriedly stretched out his white fingers to lift the curtains of the carriage. He and Cao Qinglang were of the same age, and there were people in the carriage today. There was a fox girl in luxurious clothes. She said she wanted to visit the legendary Yichi Alley. Ordinary cars and horses would not dare to visit this alley. Even if the law did not prohibit it, she would not have the courage to visit this alley, so the man took her She has come to learn a lot about this kind of behavior, which has been tried and tested many times and is more effective than aphrodisiacs. The man moved to the car window, stretched out his hand to lift the curtain woven by Caiyiguo, and saw Minister Cao walking alone with a purple gourd. He first boasted to the woman about how close he and Minister Cao were, what a good relationship he had with Minister Cao. How noble is he now in our Great Li Dynasty? Yichi Lane is only crowded with traffic and people at two o'clock in the morning and dusk. It is still very deserted at this time. The man stuck his head out of the car window. When he saw no one around, he shouted loudly and said with a smile, Brother Cao, go to my restaurant for a drink when you have time. I just purchased a batch of mountain wine. In fact, the taste is not inferior to Changchun Xianjiang. It is relatively different. Less famous.

Mr. Cao, who was walking in the shade of the sycamore trees, stopped and turned his head to look. There looked like a pig's head hanging on the other side of the car window.

Minister Cao turned aside, waited until the carriage slowly approached, tapped the pig's head with a wine gourd, and joked with a smile, "Fat Wei, are you bringing your sister-in-law to Ning, are you finally willing to go home?"

The obese man named Wei is Nanyan, and he is not even married yet. It is true that he did not brag about not making drafts with that woman, and he and Cao Gengxin did play together until they were young, and they had a close relationship.

When Cao Gengxin was a boy, he was responsible for reselling those unscrupulous things. Now, he is the only good person who drinks and keeps accounts and never calls for debts.

Moreover, men have one purpose. No matter what official position Cao Gengxin holds, he never asks him to do anything. When they meet, they just make a date for a drink. When they meet for a drink, they only talk about interesting things and embarrassing things about their youth.

Cao Gengxin was smiling and had no intention of moving. He stood on the roadside chatting with the fat man, as if he was in a trance. The fat boy in the past had turned into a bearded adult. The only difference is that I gained a few more pounds.

Probably because he is not very good at making money, and because the family elders have not been very prosperous in the officialdom these years, they have gone downhill. There has been no one who is qualified to attend the small court meeting for many years. The fat man just opened a restaurant in Changpu River. Of course, compared with ordinary people, they can make a lot of money every day, but in Yichi Lane, where there are many high-end families, you can't even be considered a so-called high-ranking official. He doesn't care about the group of high-ranking officials in Yichi Lane who are recognized as not doing their jobs properly. Among the disciples, they were all low-ranking. Some of the juniors, as long as they were willing to do business in the south of Dadu, had owned one or two Xianjia ferries on the mountain in the past few years. In short, not many of them looked down on the fat man in front of them.

At this moment, several more carriages passed by, and they obviously saw the figure of Mr. Cao, and they stopped one after another. A young man full of aristocracy opened the curtains of the carriages, and greeted Mr. Cao with a smile on his face. The two parties were family friends or in-laws. , so the young man called the Minister of Civil Affairs, Uncle Cao, with whom he was close.

Cao Gengxin didn't even bother to glance sideways and turned a deaf ear. He just continued chatting with the fat man, leaving the young man from Yichixiang who did a lot of business there. The latter didn't even say hello or leave. After losing such a big deal with a group of friends, the young man did not dare to show his displeasure on his face. He did not even have the sense to leave silently, so he bent over and half-crouched near the car curtain and the driver. Cao Gengxin still felt that The fat man reminded in a low voice, Brother Cao, please don't make it difficult for yourself. Then Cao Shilang glanced sideways at the motorcade, raised his chin, and signaled to get out of here and cool off.

The wealthy young man whose family had several people serving as frontier officials in Dali didn't dare to fart at all, so he hid in the carriage angrily, not even feeling ashamed.

The children of Yichixiang are also divided into three, six or nine grades. Cao Gengxin, who has an extremely solid official career, is undoubtedly the first grade. Therefore, the young man's father and even his grandfather, now that they see Cao Genxin, they all talk and laugh as equals. If Cao Gengxin crossed his legs at that time, it was not because he had no tutor, but because his family was away from home and they were visiting each other for New Year greetings and drinks. This was because Cao Gengxin deliberately insisted on the junior ceremony and did not want to sit on the throne.

The fat man smiled and said: "Why are you so disrespectful? It's so embarrassing that others like me would pick their feet."

Cao Gengxin put a wine gourd on his waist and said with a smile: "These little bastards will raise their tails to the sky if they have two stinky money in their pockets. The restaurant business is so big, they don't even know how to invite Uncle Cao to drink, no?" It’s just a drink. I don’t know if his aunt and I almost arranged a baby wedding to pay off the wine debt. I just saw him on the road and lightly called Uncle Cao. How much wine is it worth? In the world Is there such a good thing?"

The fat man asked doubtfully: "Brother Cao, didn't you just pay off all your drinking debt today?"

Cao Gengxin mistakenly thought he heard wrongly, "What?"

The fat man explained that it turned out that all the wine debts Cao Gengxin owed on the Changpu River, including his own restaurant, had been settled by a wealthy foreigner who called himself Chen Haoren.

Cao Gengxin's expression did not change, he thought about it for a moment, and said with a smile: "Maybe he wants to get close to the official title of Minister. It doesn't matter. Just pretend that there is no such thing."

The fat man was doubtful, who dared to be so fat? Do you really think that the Dali picket officials are just for free? The worst thing is some calligraphy, painting, antiques, etc. You don’t even understand elegance and bribery? If there had to be such a big fight, how could Changpu River Restaurant be a place where we could hide our words? The problem is that it's not good to go to the temple with a pig's head. Who doesn't know that we, Mr. Cao, are famous for drinking and accepting gifts but not doing anything?

Cao Gengxin waved his hand, "I won't delay you to enjoy the scenery. If you encounter something in the future, just go to Han Liu'er. He can help you talk. On the ground near the Changpu River, his sixth-rank official can be a third-rank capital." Officials are all brothers who have played together for a long time. They know the ins and outs. Don’t be too thin-skinned. I’ll tell you a truth that doesn’t make sense. If you encounter difficulties, treating your brothers too much as brothers means you don’t treat your brothers as brothers. . Just say that last year, there was such an issue, it was as big as sesame seeds and mung beans. I heard that someone was so wronged that he closed the door and drank alcohol until his face was full of snot and tears. Who are you talking about? Besides, you are the one who is in charge. No wonder. If you finally make trouble at home, Uncle Weber will think that you are a confused person. All new friendships in the world come from troubles for others, and then you go looking for opportunities to help people solve their troubles. I don’t even know. What are you afraid of? If you are really as afraid of troublesome people as you are, if you have the ability, don't make money like this in a restaurant."

The fat man said dullly: "My father never told me this."

Cao Geng laughed angrily and said, "The brain is on your neck, so you can use it for many purposes."

The fat man nodded, "I understand, I will definitely think more about it in the future."

Cao Gengxin said with a smile: "Go home more often when you have time, have a drink with your father and have a heart-to-heart talk. At worst, you can admit to Uncle Webber that you have no future. After all, he is your biological son. And you are really filial. Compared with that Among the neighbors who are filial and unfilial, aren't they much better? Also, remember to get married as soon as possible and get a wife. Don't worry about anything. Just let Uncle Webber have his grandchildren. When the time comes, you will see that he is on your side. No smiley face?”

The fat man hummed.

Cao Gengxin said seriously: "I have to remind you one last thing."

The fat man said: "Brother Cao, tell me, I'm listening."

Cao Gengxin said with a bad smile: "Our Yichi Lane is famous for its smooth roads. Don't make your carriage bumpy all the way. When Uncle Webber was young, he made big jokes."

The fat man suddenly widened his eyes: "My dad?!"

After all, in my impression, my father, who had been a doctor in the Ministry of Etiquette for many years, was a gentleman who had read the books of saints and sages, and was frighteningly rigid and pedantic.

Cao Gengxin said: "Don't say it was me who said it."

The fat man lowered the curtains and was exposed by Minister Cao. He seemed to be less afraid of his father all of a sudden.

Even Cao Gengxin is no exception. All of them were beaten up by their fathers. The only difference is whether to draw a jade belt or use a scabbard, riding whip or ruler. It's okay to get into trouble outside, especially when it comes to fights between peers. The elders almost don't care about it. It doesn't matter if you have a bruised nose or face. But there are two things that you will definitely get beaten. One is relying on your family background and not studying well. If you dare to contradict the tutor, this kind of situation is mostly on the side of Chier Street, which is full of bullies. If you bully a girl of the same age, a beating will definitely be enough. No matter how busy the officials in the two streets are with their official duties, This group of generals, ministers, ministers and ministers dressed in yellow and purple all have their families to serve them when they return home.

Cao Gengxin walked home alone, as if "talking to himself" and asking himself questions.

Mr. Ma, has Chen Pingan guessed the truth? Did you deliberately not say anything in the courtyard at that time? Because you are betraying your reputation as a senior brother? You don't care about anything with me?

An old master who has served as Cao Duzao's staff in Huaihuang County for many years replied in a calm tone. He was thoughtful and thoughtful. He had been testing you in the small courtyard before. He must have guessed it, otherwise he would not help you settle the wine bill. That's right. I have acquiesced in your pursuit of wealth and wealth. As for me, I am just a shadowy spirit who cannot see the light. What kind of senior brother can I have? What kind of face can I have? Cao Gengxin rubbed the center of his eyebrows, feeling a headache. He cautiously asked, "Will there be irreparable sequelae? Is it because I am too greedy and lose too much?" The missing old master sneered, "The matter is now done, the deal is done, what's the point of regretting it again." Cao Gengxin started to lie, Mr. Ma, that "Earthly Branches" jade plaque was the clue you gave me at the beginning. According to the family background and seniority, you are Chen Pingan's uncle. If the Qiu Queen is really settling the score, you have to help me with it. ah.

The old master named Ma remained silent. He and his younger junior brother had no face to recognize each other.

Just like what Cao Gengxin said to Zhou Haijing in the courtyard, wine is fake, let alone words.

It's a big gamble.

Because there was no such letter at all, the Imperial Master Cui Chan did not instruct Cao Gengxin. Naturally, he did not instruct Cao Gengxin to take charge of the Dali Dizhi lineage.

As for the "Earthly Branches" jade plaque and the yard that had been abandoned for many years, it was indeed an important clue leaked to Cao Gengxin by the ghost around him. It would take many years until Cao Gengxin resigned from the post of kiln superintendent and returned to the capital as an official. It was carefully thought out and "checked" from the secret treasury of the Ministry of Justice.

And this staff member, surnamed Ma Mingzhan, was a teacher at Shanya Academy before the relocation of Dali. He was the junior disciple of Mountain Chief Qi Jingchun. He rushed to Aquarius Continent with Mao Xiaodong. Ma Zhan was also a disciple of Wen Sheng, but he He is not the kind of disciple who enters the family directly. His cultural background and status are similar to Mao Xiaodong, who is now the secretary of the Book of Rites Academy. But the difference between Mao Xiaodong and Mao Xiaodong was as big as cloud and mud.

One is already a scholar who can participate in the meetings of the Chinese Confucian Temple again and again. The key is that he can often meet the gentleman who restored the divine position in the Confucian Temple. The other is reduced to just a ghost that lingers after death. Talking about the lineage of Literary Sage, most of the younger generation probably don’t know that Literary Sage once had a disciple, Ma Zhan. The old scholar once came to the capital and Chunshan Academy, and settled in Renyun Yiyun Building. From beginning to end, Ma Zhan never showed up, and the gentleman he respected most in his life did not come to see him. You may have known for a long time that there are still ghosts and monsters in the capital of Li Dynasty. You may not know it, or you may know it but pretend not to know it.

Ma Zhan now has a hidden identity. He is one of the temple worshipers in the temple dedicated to monarchs and emperors of the past dynasties in the capital city of Li.

In the capital, the only person who can talk is Shopkeeper Yang, who is now the night wandering god in the Capital God's Temple. This is naturally an escape route arranged by the old man Yang in the backyard of the medicine shop. He can continue to protect the family's incense by becoming a landscape god. There is a medicine shop passed down from generation to generation in their Yang family. The old man in the backyard, although his surname is Yang, the people in the town regard him as an elder of the Yang family, but in fact he has nothing to do with the Yang family in Taoye Lane.

Ma Zhan finally said, Cui Chan deliberately left me, a human being and a ghost, by your side to assist you in managing a Longquan kiln. Cui Chan must have been waiting for such a day. Chen Pingan is very smart, of course. You can guess it, so as long as you can make good use of the Earthly Branches in the future, Chen Ping'an is willing to assume that the letter actually existed.

Cao Gengxin asked curiously, "Master, you ended up in this situation. It was Cui Guoshi who did it deliberately. After all these years, you don't bear any grudge against him?"

Ma Zhan said calmly: "It's your own fault, you can't blame him."

Mr. Wang once said in his "Honour and Disgrace" that words can hurt people more deeply than spears and halberds.

In fact, some of them are silent and even more heartbreaking. Of course, Ma Zhan doesn't think there is any problem if his husband doesn't see him. "It's his own fault" is Ma Zhan's best conclusion for him. Ma Zhan doesn't even want to see Chen Ping'an, let alone talk about him. But deep down in his heart, Ma Zhan hoped that his husband would still remember him, but he didn't dare to meet him.

Cao Gengxin sighed: "If you can't do something, you should ask for help from others."

This is a famous saying from Ya Sheng.

Therefore, Ma Zhan said a few words of the teachings of the Literary Saint, "Sir, you have to follow the Tao rather than the king. The basis of etiquette is to obey people's hearts. Those who know themselves do not blame others, and those who know their fate do not blame heaven. A gentleman can never be good at sincerity in cultivating his heart. If you are sincere, there is nothing else to do.”

Of course, you can tell how bright Cao Geng's heart is. Ma Zhan, an old master who has been living with guilt for so many years, has a meaning in every sentence. The first sentence is to follow the Tao but not the king, which is to praise the national master Cui Chan. This sentence is his only pursuit now. As for the last sentence, of course it refers to Chen Ping'an, a close disciple of the Literary Sage lineage. For this junior brother, from the previous conversation between Ma Zhan and Cao Gengxin, it can be seen that the old master's recognition and appreciation are beyond words.

Cao Gengxin smiled and said, "We're at the door of our house. How many drinks can we go in?"

Ma Zhan shook his head, "For a shady ghost like me, it's enough for me to be a temple gatekeeper. It's not appropriate for me to set foot in a high-minded family like you."

Cao Gengxin no longer wanted to retain the old master who was strict in everything he did and said.

Ma Zhan suddenly asked: "Cao Gengxin, with your status and talent, why are you so eager for success?"

Cao Gengxin shook his sleeves and raised his arms, as if holding a cup to drink, "If you don't live a hundred years, just finish the cup in your hand."

Ma Zhan was silent for a moment, then shook his head, "You are a Qi practitioner. You are said to be less than a hundred in life."

Cao Gengxin patted the wine gourd on his waist and said with a smile: "What a god, just a drunkard."

As his duty lay, Ma Zhan said goodbye to Cao Gengxin and immediately returned to the Emperor's Temple. The other temple priest handed over a letter saying that it was from a capital official named Xun Qu, and named it to Ma Zhan. This secret letter, which was hard to tell whether it was an invitation or a letter from home, was set up with a layer of inconspicuous landscape restrictions. The words "personally addressed by senior brother" were written on the envelope and signed by junior brother Chen Ping'an.

Opening the envelope, there were only three sentences in the letter.

The Master has said that both life and death are good, and humanity is complete. I sincerely invite senior brother to Luolu Mountain to meet Mr. It was not appropriate to reminisce about the past in Dali Capital before. Mr. Ma missed Senior Brother Ma very much.

Ma Zhan put the letter back into the envelope and sat in the lonely concierge. The old man stretched out his palm and gently smoothed the envelope on the table, crying.

When the old scholar came to the capital, he showed up at Renyun Yiyun Tower. On the other side of the alley, the old scholar often twirled his beard, as if waiting for someone.

Later, Wen Sheng went to Chunshan Academy, which was equivalent to revealing his identity in Dali officialdom. After that, the old scholar stopped going to the alley.

When the closed disciple mentioned it, the old scholar who was always easy to talk to Chen Ping'an suddenly became anxious and cursed, saying how decent this Ma Zhan was. He knew that he had already arrived in the capital, and he didn't even walk for a few steps. I know that I came to my teacher to reminisce about old times. How can any student in the world have such respect for his teacher? Is it possible that I, a gentleman, should be asked to go find him? See you, see you, hell see you!

That is to say, Chen Ping'an, if it were left or right, or Mao Xiaodong, he would probably have to help his husband curse. Chen Ping'an continued to persuade his husband, saying there was no need to vent his anger with Brother Ma and show his courage and mind as a teacher.

The old scholar seemed to be really angry. He only said no, but refused to see. No one could intercede for Ma Zhan. It was shameful. He was a good student in the past. Although he was like Xiaodong, he often asked the students and he didn't know anything. He was a bit stupid. , but the victory lies in respecting the teacher. In those days, it was not even Mao Xiaodong’s turn to move the chair. Now that Ma Zhan has become a high-ranking official, he has become so arrogant that he no longer recognizes his teacher... Chen Pingan will forcefully pull his teacher. Let’s walk together to the Emperor’s Temple in the Great Li capital. Even though the old scholar was being held by his arm by his most doting disciple, he still stood there like a pine tree. If I don’t go, let alone leave the alley, as long as I leave the courtyard gate today, I won’t give a damn. Be a student.

At that time, Chen Pingan had no choice but to give up.

Speaking of myself as a so-called closed disciple, it turns out that I can't say anything to my husband, and I treat him like an average person.

The old scholar had no choice but to comfort the closed disciple, saying that it was not the same thing at all, but you can't think so. Why did you get angry with your husband? Sure enough, we all have to blame Ma Zhan. Look, it was right that your husband didn't see him... …

Finally, the old scholar sighed and explained to Chen Pingan that Ma Zhan needed to get over his heart.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said that he guessed it, students are concerned about Mr. Caring.

Luoshan Mountain.

As soon as Liu Shiliu and Bai Ye arrived, the white-haired boy added a few more strokes to the chronology. He had nothing to do and ran to the top of the mountain alone, with a wrinkled face and a depressed look.

That's a big living person, Bai Ye. We finally met him, but we didn't even have a casual conversation. It's really embarrassing.

Back then, in the palace of Sui Chu in the Qing Ming world, the palace owner Wu Shuangjiang was more in love with Su Zi's poems. However, his Taoist companion, the female cultivator with the Taoist name "Tian Tian", had average cultivation qualifications, but she was comparable to Su Zi's poems. A poem about being obsessed with Bai Ye.

For her hobby, she collected more of Bai Ye's latest poems in her hometown. Wu Shuangjiang, who never asked for favors, owed a lot of favors to Xuandu Temple, Huayang Palace, and the blessed place of poetry. Of course, They have all been paid back. As for whether this kind of deal is worthwhile, Wu Shuangjiang has the final say.

As for why he prefers Su Zi, Wu Shuangjiang said that Su Zi enjoys suffering and is therefore open-minded. On the other hand, Bai is too smooth, and he is extremely happy and sad. However, Bai is indeed unrivaled in talent, especially because he has enough immortal energy, which is vast and powerful. People who are successful in life like it, and people who are frustrated also like it.

Today she finally met Bai Ye "outside the book", and she felt embarrassed.

Her current appearance is indeed a bit shabby.

The white-haired boy sat on the white jade railing at the top of Jiling Peak, sighing and feeling sad.

It would be nice if I had the shame of Yin Guan Patriarch. He must have been drinking with Mr. Bai Ye by now.

Zhu Lian was walking up to this point. He was stooped, with his hands clasped behind his back, and his feet wearing a pair of finely stitched cloth shoes. Nuanshu asked the millet grains to be distributed to everyone.

The white-haired boy turned his back to the old cook and waved as a greeting.

Zhu Lian approached the railing, looked at a landscape painting with layers of landscapes that had been transformed from thick ink to light brushwork, and asked, "Compositor, are you worried?"

The white-haired boy sighed, "Fortunately, Ancestor Yin Guan was not present, otherwise I would have been really embarrassed."

"The relationship between a man and a woman has a house inside a house and a building above it. People involved in the situation can't explain it. If you commit a capital crime, it's most difficult to prove your innocence."

Zhu Lian smiled and said: "Love is like a child whose nickname is willfulness and naughty. When he grows up, his name is changed to responsibility and tacit understanding."

The white-haired boy let out a laugh and said with a grin: "Old cook, you must have finally made a mistake. I am just a pure admirer of Bai Ye, how can it involve the love between a man and a woman?"

Zhu Lian smiled and said: "I didn't say you liked Bai Ye, you just admired him. Who in the world doesn't admire Bai Ye a little bit among those who claim to be talented? Like me, you have to prepare your plans in advance before you have the courage to join in. Bai Ye, please come forward."

Zhu Lian knew full well that the reason why she didn't chat more with Bai Ye was because she was worried that Bai Ye, who came from Qingming Tianxia Xuandu Temple, would attract the attention of too many high-ranking people, which would in turn implicate Wu Shuangjiang.

The white-haired boy now gave himself a pseudonym, Konghou.

Obviously I want two bamboos to be nestled together, but in my heart I regret teaching my husband and son-in-law to find a title. The bamboo basket is in vain, and the woman is empty and happy.

The white-haired boy shook his legs, "If you are liked too much by one person, the person you like doesn't seem to know how to like the other person."

In short, spoiled. I am used to asking for things from others, but I don’t know how to give. She asked: "Is this true? I have thought about this for many years!"

Zhu Lian smiled and said, "Yes or no."

The white-haired boy asked in confusion: "How?"

Zhu Lian was lying on the railing, "There are some truths, but it's not that you don't understand them. It's just that you have to speak to an outsider like me before you think it makes sense. Otherwise, you will feel guilty."

The white-haired boy laughed at himself: "Ha, is it a foreign monk who likes to recite sutras?"

Zhu Lian shook his head and said slowly: "I once traveled alone in my hometown, aimlessly. One day while climbing, I met an old monk who was descending from the mountain in white clothes and holding a green harp. There are thousands of mountains and rivers in the world. , since we met, it must be fate, so we stopped each other and talked a little about Buddhism. As a result, we got along very well. From the sunset to the sun setting in the mountains, I finally had something to say and said that the old monk chanted sutras. Talking without meaning is a derogatory term in the market, but maybe within Buddhism, it is actually a very high level. He said that I have both Buddhist connections and wisdom roots."

Just listening to the old cook talk about his old stories, the white-haired boy felt much more peaceful.

The white-haired boy asked: "Mr. Zhu, in my hometown, there were so many women who liked you, but you didn't fall in love with any of them? Is it because they wrongly failed you?"

Zhu Lian smiled and said: "Of course I have been tempted, but it has nothing to do with the woman's appearance or family background. It's nothing more than flowers blooming and falling. I've seen and missed them, looked back and remembered them. But when it comes to the kind that makes people want It seems that I have never been tempted to get married and live together for a long time. Rich girls are arrogant, and Xiaojiabiyu insists on wearing gold, silver, and jewelry. After all, it is not very flattering, but some scenes are indeed beautiful. I remember once taking shelter from the rain at a temple fair. , a group of girls ran to the eaves to take shelter from the rain, but only one woman, wearing a Jingchai cloth skirt, stood a little further away, gently stroking the hair on the temples with her slender fingers with calluses, she looked virtuous, she didn't need to be stunning with her appearance, she was already It’s very touching. A young man always pursues the beauty of a country, but an old man like me only wants the pleasure of a glimpse.”

The white-haired boy gave a thumbs up, "Mr. Zhu, to be honest, when it comes to the knowledge of love between men and women, you are not inferior to Ancestor Yin Guan!"

Zhu Lian smiled and shook his head, "How can this be compared? The gap between me and the young master is much different than that of you and Chen Lingjun."

The white-haired boy chuckled. In terms of flattery, the old cook would be ranked second. As for the first place, it is now a foregone conclusion that it must be the immortal Jia.

Zhu Lian saw that she didn't believe it, so he pointed to the mountains and rivers in the distance, "Did an ordinary master see the same scroll, or did a Taoist monk catch it in his eyes and find it beautiful?"

The white-haired boy said: "Of course I saw it with the naked eye, and I think it looks even more beautiful."

Zhu Lian nodded, "So, young people's feelings are like splashing ink, pouring onto the paper in one splash. It is full of freehand brushwork. The beauty is that it is blended layer by layer, so people in the game can't see it clearly. If it is a love affair between a man and a woman, It is clear and precise, as rigorous as a meticulous painting, and every detail of his words and deeds is revealed, and I dare to ask what is so wonderful about it.”

The white-haired boy thought about it and couldn't help but admired: "It's chewy!"

Zhu Lian clasped his hands behind his back and said with a smile: "In my opinion, the real sweet love between a man and a woman is when a mute eats Coptis chinensis. No one else can stop him. It's not enough if he doesn't eat it."

The white-haired boy nodded and smacked his fist, "I'll take note of it. I must take notes like the Nalan Jade Order!"

Zhu Lian laughed it off.

The white-haired boy said in his heart: "It seems that Mr. Zhu is the only one who came out of the scroll. He has changed his name several times with Ancestor Yin Guan?"

Zhu Lian called Chen Ping'an with the terms "Master, Young Master, and Young Master".

After all, women are more attentive.

Zhu Lian smiled and said: "It's not a name. You can call it whatever you want."

The white-haired boy didn't bother to care about this and said: "Someone said that when a woman sees the real beauty in the world, she doesn't feel ashamed of herself, but she just feels pity for me. Old cook, is this really like this?"

Zhu Lian thought about it seriously, "I am face-blind and can't remember a woman's appearance."

The white-haired boy smiled and said: "Old cook, you are so mean and don't practice swordsmanship."

If there is an invisible battle between Chief Zhou and Xiao Mo, then the white-haired boy and the old cook, one being the number one confidant under Yin Guan Ancestor and the other being the great steward of Luo Luo Mountain, can actually be considered rivals.

Zhu Lian laughed and said, "When I was young, I did practice swordsmanship for a few years. It's hard to say whether I have killing skills. Anyway, people in the world say that I am pretty good at swordplay."

In the study of "Li Bao", the Minister of Rites of Qingluan State.

Li Baozhen quickly regained his composure and spread his hands, "What have I done? It seems like nothing. It has nothing to do with me if Liu Bei wants to die. Mr. Chen also has to thank me for helping to catch this fish. As time goes by, , a person like Liu Bei is still very dangerous when he grows up. Having nothing to seek means that there are no clues to follow, and pure malice means that Liu Bei's Taoist heart is pure. The later he speaks out, the more likely he is to bite people. The more it hurts.”

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Li Zhizao, you are guilty of committing crimes."

Li Baozhen bent his fingers, tapped the handle of the chair lightly, and asked, "This method of isolating the world from you is... a magical power?"

If the voice of his heart is not used, Li Baozhen can still understand it a little bit, but what if it is his own... thoughts? Somehow, Li Baozhen was extremely sure of his thoughts, but Chen Pingan blocked them all.

The first time he saw Chen Pingan, Li Baozhen was indeed a little flustered, and subconsciously wanted to bring in reinforcements. Of course it was his eldest brother Li Xisheng.

To this day, Li Baozhen is still not sure about his elder brother's roots. He only knows one thing: no matter who he meets, what trouble he encounters, or what difficulties he encounters, as long as Li Xisheng comes forward, it will be no problem.

This mentality is exactly the same as that of Liu Chicheng in Baidi City. No matter what happens to you, your senior brothers are always here.

Chen Pingan ignored Li Baozhen, walked to the table, looked at the two bowls, nodded and smiled: "It's very vivid. If Gu Can sees it, he will probably regard Li Zhizao as a confidant."

Li Baozhen's face changed slightly.

Xiao Mo held a green bamboo stick in his arms, leaning against the door of the room with a smile on his face, looking at the young master's fellow countryman and his contemporaries. Sure enough, the same rice can support all kinds of people.

According to the sayings of sages, a gentleman can be bullied. There is also an old saying with similar meaning, it is better to mess with a gentleman than a villain.

Chen Ping'an turned around and leaned against the table, holding his hands in his sleeves and looking at Liu Bei, "What do you think, or is Li Baozhen right, and you just have pure malice towards me?"

Liu Bei said: "Li Baozhen will definitely kill me, then I must save myself. This is the last question my master gave me."

Chen Ping'an asked: "After solving the problem and overcoming the difficulties? Mr. Liu has already made plans for you?"

"My master has no plans."

Liu Bei shook his head and said: "I will join Mr. Chen's Luoshan Mountain and become a completely non-existent person. There is no time limit."

Chen Ping'an was dumbfounded for a moment, how could he deal with such a thug.

Liu Bei said: "If the realm is high and everything you wish can come true, the human world will not be this world. What do the founders of the Three Religions want to do in the Fourteenth Realm? Why is there a Middle-earth Confucian Temple in Haoran, and why is there a white jade capital in Qingming. I Of course, Mr. Chen can do without Liu Li when he goes to Luo Lo Mountain, and I will never add any superfluity to anything, but there must be an existence similar to Liu Li in Luo Lo Mountain, just in case. If Luo Lo Mountain had not established the next sect, Cui Sir, I never left Luo Po Mountain and went to Tongye Island to spread its branches. There really is no difference between me and me in Luo Po Mountain."

Chen Ping'an was silent for a moment and said with a smile: "It sounds very reasonable. It will be beneficial but not harmful at all, but I won't agree to it."

Liu Bei said: "Then I will wait patiently and choose to practice with concentration in Huaihuang County, waiting for the day when Mr. Chen finds me useful. Once I am useful, it will be of great use."

Chen Pingan asked: "Then I'm even more curious. What are you trying to do?"

Liu Bei pointed at Chen Ping'an's cloth shoes.

Chen Pingan turned around and asked with a smile: "Li Zhizao, can you guess the answer?"

Li Baozhen shook his head. Liu Ming was probably crazy. How could he guess?

However, he found that Chen Ping'an seemed to be a different person at this moment. To be precise, he finally changed back to a different person.

This made Li Baozhen's heartstrings, which were so tight that they were almost broken, relax a little, and he could finally take a breath.

"It's like an insignificant ant, but because it is stepping on the back of Mr. Chen's shoe, the ant can take advantage of the opportunity to see the scenery farther and higher."

Liu Bei's eyes were hot and he said in a deep voice: "I believe that one day, as long as I follow Mr. Chen's footsteps, I can accomplish a feat that I can't even imagine now. Liu Bei does not seek to leave a name in history, nor does he seek any false fame or wealth. But at a certain moment in the future that can be called a "big joint", there must be a place for me, Liu Bei, in the world. Maybe I have done something, said a certain word, and in the mighty torrent of history Among them, Liu Li can prove that he has lived in the human world and changed the direction of the river to a certain extent!"

Xiao Mo thought it was quite interesting. After hearing what you said, it was a worthwhile trip, so he said in his heart: "Master, it is indeed Liu Bei's sincere words."

Chen Pingan turned around again, lowered his head and bent over, staring at the two bowls on the table, one bowl of white water and one bowl of ink. He stretched out his finger and dipped it in a drop of ink. He moved his finger. The drop of ink on the fingertip was above the water surface of the white bowl. Just before the fall, he turned his back to Li Baozhen and Liu Ming, with a smile in his voice, "You two, guess what you want the other to live or die. You can just give the answer in your heart. Xiaomo can hear it anyway. There are only four answers, and it is not difficult to guess. They are simply that Li Baozhen gave birth to Liu Ming, Li Baozhen died and Liu Ming lived, Li Baozhen and Liu Ming both died, and Li Baozhen both lived. If the answers of both parties were different, Li Zhizao guessed it correctly. You can live, and Liu Ming will die. On the contrary, if Li Zhizao dies, Liu Ming will live. But if there is such a coincidence, you will both make the same choice, you will both die."

Li Baozhen sneered and said: "Playing with things is a waste of ambition, not to mention manipulating people's hearts. Besides, I am the official of the Great Li, I will kill you when you say it?! Who do you think you are?!"

Chen Ping'an just stared at the fingertip ink that was about to fall into the white bowl. "Then let's change to an easier guess. You two must be proficient in arithmetic. I believe the difficulty will be very small. Assume these four possibilities Sex, any one of you guesses can be the correct answer. Both parties can survive. So what do you think the probability of survival is? Zero, one-quarter, one-half, one? To be fair, correct The answer must be among the four options. Why don't you guess how likely this is? Whoever guesses correctly can leave this study alive immediately. Li Zhizao will continue to serve as your minister and behind-the-scenes monarch, Liu Bei. You can even join Luopo Mountain right away. Of course, there is another option, which is to not join Luopo Mountain for the time being in exchange for Li Bao, the Minister of Qingluan Kingdom, to die without any illness. You can guess, first come, first served."

Liu Li simply closed her eyes and pretended to be waiting to die.

Li Baozhen was still thinking about it, guessing the so-called correct answer.

There was a knock on the door, and Li Xisheng smiled and said, "Baozhen, don't guess. Mr. Chen's question itself is wrong, so there is no so-called correct answer."

Li Baozhen indeed had no words or thoughts that he could pass on to his elder brother, but this could not stop Li Xisheng from being able to tell fortunes.

Chen Pingan sighed and motioned to Xiao Mo not to stop him. Li Xisheng then opened the door and saw "Chen Pingan" with golden eyes and a little guy lying in his bun.

It was just a blinding trick, and neither Li Baozhen nor Liu Ming could see the little lotus figure who followed Chen Ping'an and left Luoluo Mountain.

A false alarm.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Mr. trouble, please take more care of Li Zhizao from now on. You can only be a thief for a thousand days, but you can't guard against a thief for a thousand days. After all, if it happens again, it will happen again."

Li Xisheng smiled and nodded, "I'll persuade him."

If Li Baozhen was granted amnesty, he didn't want to stay in this room for a moment longer. He quickly got up and came to Li Xisheng's side.

Li Xisheng said: "Baozhen, you have to start things well and end well. Tomorrow you will hand over the affairs of the Qingluan State Rites Department, and then return to the Dali Weaving Bureau."

Li Baozhen nodded.

Li Xisheng actually had a headache. It was completely conceivable that in the future, when Li Baozhen was at the bottleneck of the Nascent Soul Realm, he would sit opposite Chen Pingan, whose inner demon had manifested, as if they were playing chess, guessing the answers and arguing endlessly. If he had come a little later, there might still be several real arithmetic problems waiting for Li Baozhen, and this problem would be just a side dish. If he is not careful, Li Baozhen will lose his Taoist heart and end up like an ancient hermit wearing a wild fox fur next to the long chain of time. It is useless to superficially explore "not knowing cause and effect". If he doesn't know "viewing freedom", how can he talk about it? "Great freedom".

Li Xisheng said in his heart: "Zheng Juzhong and Yu Dou left Baidi City and went to Tianwai."

Chen Ping'an asked in confusion: "What are you going to do outside the sky?"

The two walked out of the study together, and Li Xisheng and Chen Ping'an gave a general explanation of the situation in Baidi City.

Chen Pingan asked: "How is the outcome of this competition?"

Li Xisheng said: "Each of us can win or lose."

There are some inside stories, and Li Xisheng should not reveal more secrets.

For example, in Baidi City, Zheng Juzhong and Yu Dou said with a smile that they were both here.

Yu Dou, who carried a sword and wore a cassock and followed his master across the world, replied on the spot, which was exactly what I wanted.

Anyway, the two parties met and didn't want to say a word.

Both are from the Fourteenth Realm, and they are the ones who are very capable of fighting among the Fourteenth Realm, and they are quite angry.

The sage master did not stop this concise and concise agreement, and Taozu thought it was nothing.

Chen Pingan said: "This means that as long as Yu Dou is in charge of Bai Yujing, even Mr. Zheng will lose?"

Li Xisheng nodded and said: "At least this is the case for the time being. What will happen in the future cannot be deduced."

Chen Pingan's eyes were strange.

Li Xisheng smiled and said: "Seeking truth from facts, let me tell you what I am so embarrassed about."

No longer seeing a pair of golden eyes, Chen Pingan raised his hands and rubbed his face, and said helplessly: "What's going on with Li Baozhen? How can I be a younger brother to Mr. Li and an older brother to Xiaobaoping? If it had been anyone else, I wouldn't be able to do it today." Use him well."

Once Chen Ping'an is included in a certain list in his heart, just like Zhengyang Mountain in the past, then Li Baozhen's weaving officer will be done.

Li Xisheng was obviously even more helpless, "Every family has its own scriptures that are difficult to recite. But don't worry, it will definitely not be the same next time."

Chen Ping'an originally wanted to say a few more words, but he just thought that the other party was Li Xisheng, so he forgot about it.

Some simple truths such as "Luxury and extravagance are self-inflicted evil" and "Smart people will become more and more difficult to teach. If you don't punish them early, you may have to kill your relatives one day."

Li Xisheng probably guessed what Chen Pingan was thinking and said with a smile: "Don't worry."

Chen Pingan suddenly looked up.

Li Xisheng and Xiaomo also raised their heads and looked at the sky.

A battle outside the sky caused ripples in the vast sky, and layers of light as big as a giant lake rippled out.

Chen Ping'an murmured: "I thought it would be a relatively peaceful 'literary fight'."

For example, the location of the battlefield is similar to the dojo of the Holy Master or the Taoist Patriarch.

Li Xisheng said: "The battlefield is indeed located in a secret realm. It was thrown out by Dao Ancestor. It is just closer to Haoran Tianxia. However, Yu Dou and Zheng Juzhong have nothing to hide."

Headmaster Bai Yujing Er, once said that he was truly invincible, the only thing that would be used to make trouble and criticize was that he had never really fought with the two, so he was not truly invincible.

The little master of the world, the sage of etiquette. The boss of the Sword Qi Great Wall is the Sword Immortal, Chen Qingdu.

As for Zheng Juzhong of Baidi City, his true body, Yin Shen body, and Yang Shen body outer body already possess three fourteen realms at the same time.

Especially the last one, "Zheng Juzhong", is like a direct copy of "Taozu".

Zheng Juzhong’s heart, technique, and Tao.

All three.

Sooner or later, everyone in the world will know about this matter. With this prototype of the great road in Zheng Juzhong's mind, it doesn't matter what the "timing" of the outside world is.

But even the monks on the mountain top who were gradually informed of this shocking news were not yet aware of a deeper fact.

In addition to the perfect human harmony, Zheng Juzhong also has a hidden geographical advantage, because Zheng Juzhong's Taoist temple is equivalent to being in the vast world where Baidi City is located, and also in the wild world where one of the fourteen realms of Hedao is located. The world of Qing Ming after Dao Ancestor left.

The key is that Zheng Juzhong was able to do this while the founders of the three religions were around. What will happen to Zheng Juzhong after the founders of the three religions disperse?

To use an analogy.

The level of the monks at the top of the mountain is like a majestic Dharma statue standing on the earth. Of course, each of the Ascension and Fourteenth Realms in the human world has its own greatness, but almost all monks at the top of the mountain only follow their own paths. Their respective realms and the height of their dharma have never touched the bottleneck of the sky.

But the height of Zheng Juzhong's Dharma image seems to be "only" that high because the founders of the three religions are blocking it.

Li Xisheng asked: "Did you bring any wine?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "What kind of wine should you drink?"

Li Xisheng smiled and said: "The glutinous rice wine from our hometown is fine."

Chen Ping'an took out a pot of Dong Bancheng's glutinous rice wine from his sleeve and handed it to Li Xisheng. He couldn't help but smile and said: "It looks like making do, but it's not cheap."

Just because there is a gold-lettered signboard of "Li Zhu" and the folk kiln celadon wine pot fired by Long Kiln in the small town, it is almost selling for the price of Xianjia Liquor, and there are actually people buying it.

Li Xisheng took a sip of the soft-tasting glutinous rice wine and said: "I'm not saying anything bad about Zheng Juzhong. Putting aside his Taoist heart, Zheng Juzhong only wanted to seek magic outside of magic and achieve Taoism. You I am somewhat afraid of him because of our respective cultivation paths, and all current and future monks in the Fourteenth Realm also need to be more careful, because no one knows whether the single-plank bridge under their feet is safe or not. Maybe one day it will get involved with Zheng Juzhong's path, and a dispute will arise out of nowhere."

Chen Pingan nodded.

Li Xisheng smiled and said, "I feel sad."

I have to admit one thing, it seems that Zheng Juzhong is the freest person in the world for thousands of years.

Li Xisheng said: "What is the effect of the idea?"

Chen Ping'an said: "Thoughts occur naturally, which is more than half less than that of Senior Brother Cui back then. Try to restrain your thoughts, which is at least half more than Cui Dongshan."

Li Xisheng nodded and said: "It's amazing."

The difficulty in the former lies in the word "natural", while the latter's restraint and cessation of thoughts are not the ordinary qi practitioners' sitting and forgetting to concentrate. It is also different from the spiritual meditation of Baiyu Jing Taoist priests and the zazen of Buddhism.

Li Xisheng smiled and said: "Baoping will take the ferry back to his hometown with Sect Master Cui and others. I will go to protect the road."

Chen Pingan quickly thanked her, and Li Xisheng replied angrily, "You are her brother."

Xiaomo held back his laughter.

Chen Pingan glanced at the sky, took a deep breath, looked away, and bowed goodbye to Li Xisheng, who bowed in return.

Li Xisheng was the first to leave Qingluan Kingdom and go to Old Dragon City at the southern end of Aquarius Continent.

Xiao Mo suddenly said from his heart: "Master, I want to accept Liu Bei as my disciple."

Chen Pingan asked curiously: "Is he a sword cultivator?"

Xiao Mo shook his head and said, "No."

Chen Ping'an suddenly realized that Xiao Mo was not only proficient in swordsmanship, but also learned a lot of things. It was more than enough to teach Liu Bei, who was in the fifth level.

Xiao Mo said: "I accept Liu Ming as an anonymous disciple. He has nothing to do with Luo Po Mountain."

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "I don't worry about you accepting a disciple. But you have to let him go for a few days... Forget it, it doesn't make any difference. Just tell Liu Bizhi."

Liu Bei is smart enough and considerate. Meeting a master like Xiao Mo seems to be the fate of Liu Bei's destiny.

After taking Xiaomo back to Luopo Mountain, Chen Ping'an first went to the Bamboo House, and then hurried to see Senior Brother Jun Qian.

On the mountain, Xie Gou actually regained his true appearance. He was drinking with Senior Brother Jun Qian in Bai Jing's posture. It could be said that he was drinking heavily, and he no longer looked like a charming and naive girl.

Seeing Xiao Mo returning to the mountain, Bai Jing just belched wine, narrowed his eyes and smiled.

Chen Ping'an called out to Senior Brother Jun Qian. Liu Shiliu nodded with a smile and asked Junior Brother and Xiao Mo to sit down and drink together.

Chen Pingan was about to speak but stopped.

Jun Qian smiled and said, "Bai Ye was dragged by Wei Shanjun to Piyun Mountain to meet Mr. Da, and Xiaomi Li followed him."

Chen Ping'an had no intention of going to Piyun Mountain to meet Bai Ye. It would be too shameful to treat guests like this.

Maybe even if the junior brother wants to go, Jun Qian, a senior brother, will stop him. There is no need to leave traces like this. His good friend Bai Ye never likes to be polite.

Bai Jing, Xiao Mo, and Jun Qian were both old acquaintances. Of course, they were not friends in ancient times. Relatively speaking, Jun Qian was more familiar with Xiao Mo.

Jun Qian said: "Mr. Xiaomo, after you have a drink here, you can go to Qingming Tianxia at any time. The old temple master is waiting for you at Mingyue Haocai. We are old friends we haven't seen for ten thousand years. You can have a second drink."

Xiao Mo smiled and nodded, "You can drink more with Mr. Jun Qian."

Haoran Tianxia, ​​Qingming Tianxia, ​​Lotus Tianxia and the latest Colorful Tianxia, ​​the roads across the world are relatively stable to each other, like tributaries of the long river of time with embankments built.

During Xiaomo's visit to friends, in addition to reminiscing with the master of Bixiao Cave, he also had two things to do that his master had told him. One of them was related to the "moon credit" of Sect Master Liu's Taoist companion.

Previously, fellow Taoist Bixiao visited Luolu Mountain and made a deal with Sect Leader Cui, using his magical power to take away the "authentic artifact" of the bluestone cliff.

The blue stone cliff with numerous "seats" along the Longxu River is commonly known as Qingniubei by the people in the town.

Cui Dongshan, who had carefully inspected the landscape of Lizhu Cave, could not find anything strange at all, so he was taken away by the old temple master.

No wonder Cui Dongshan failed to pick up this big leak. Firstly, his realm is not enough. Secondly, in the old site of Lizhu Cave, there are not enough people and places that can be called weird and magical?

Young men and young men are always in trouble, and there are always times when they make mistakes.

The green cliff is a moon palace mirror that once fell into the lotus water. There is a high-grade ancient moon in the mirror. A little clarity, an eternal spirit.

As for how this treasure traveled all the way to Lizhu Cave and took root on the ground and turned into a stone cliff, it must have something to do with the last real dragon in the world. In the past, the dragon girl's dowry was well known to the world.

As for the guess that Gu Can told Liu Xianyang, it cannot be said that it is far from the point. In fact, he did guess part of the facts, and it was related to Xiang Jun, the master of Lingfei Palace named Dongting, and the old Baiyue Qiyun Mountain.

It's just that the most important opportunity for harmony in the moon is that after going round and round, he still returns to the bright moon and the bright moon. It's like the things are returned to their original places, except that nothing is returned to the owner.

Last time, the old patron paid a huge price to buy the piece of green cliff, and Chen Ping'an wanted to buy it back. Previously, it was Cui Dongshan who bargained for the price, but this time it was replaced by Xiaomo.

If it weren't for Xiao Mo, we probably wouldn't have anything to talk about.

As for the second thing, it has to do with the female martial artist Cen Yuanji.

Because fellow Daoist Bixiao was at the gate of the mountain at that time, and he actually had a conversation with Cen Yuanji, who walked the Jiling Peak Shinto every day, and asked her if her name was Cen Yuanji.

The character "Cen" in her surname means "a mountain with a small, high and steep appearance", and Yuanji is more popular and easy to understand. It is a tapestry machine in the market, which the poet means to move the shadow of flowers.

Chen Pingan had been to Yunlou before and asked Lu Chen, Cen Yuanji, and her family whether it was Lu Chen who helped them move to Longzhou and then to Luopo Mountain.

Lu Chen was just pretending to be stupid.

Before Xiaomo traveled far away, he reminded Xie Gou again.

Bai Jing just waved his hand, indicating that with her in Luopo Mountain, there would be no accidents for Master Chen to retreat.

When Xiao Mo walked into the courtyard, the rainbow turned into the sky and flew away.

Bai Jing was always sitting at the table. She frowned and took a sip of wine.

Jun Qian burst out laughing, "Let me tell you, he won't be jealous."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Not necessarily."

Bai Jing's eyes lit up and he returned to his appearance as a girl in a mink hat, "Seriously?"

Chen Ping'an said: "It's a guess, but I can't be sure."

Xie Gou rubbed his mink hat and curled his lips, "Ask Mr. Zhu and you'll be right."

In the dark world, two bright moons hang together.

Like the eyes of a beautiful woman, the place where they gaze is the human world.

The tall old spectator walked out of the hut.

The Taoist boy squatting on the ground is a little strange, and there is someone who needs his master to go out to entertain guests on his own?

Outside the house, there was a skinny Taoist priest who was full of shabby air. He raised his eyes and saw a bright sword light piercing the sky and appearing in the bright moon in an instant.

It is an unfamiliar face, with restrained sword energy, wearing a yellow hat, green shoes and green bamboo cane, looking harmless to humans and animals, with a youthful appearance.

The old patron smiled when they met and asked, "Have you ever slept with her?"

Xiao Mo said helplessly: "Don't talk about this."

The old patron did not let go of this good friend, "I have advised you a long time ago to be more open-minded. If you sleep with her and she sleeps with you, there is no difference. Whoever sleeps with the other is not sleeping."

Xiao Mo said: "Friend Bixiao, if you keep chatting like this, I will leave."

The two disciples inside and outside the room were extremely curious, wondering who the other party was that could make the master so invisible.

Their master is not a Taoist priest who likes to joke with others. The key point is that the other party can actually say the next thing and leave.

The old patron laughed and reached out to grab Xiao Mo's arm, "Let's drink. It's still home-brewed wine. Let's see if the craftsmanship has improved compared to the past."

Xiao Mo said from his heart: "There are two things that I need to discuss with fellow Taoist Bixiao."

"Isn't it just that the ancient mirror belongs to a little girl?"

The old temple master complained: "Fellow Taoist, we haven't seen each other for ten thousand years. It's not easy to meet again. Why do we talk about these trivial things when we meet? It's so boring. If you are really willing to gossip, even if you are talking about the cheap Taoist nephew ah."

The old temple leader’s so-called cheap master’s nephew is, of course, the master Bai Yujinglu who calls him master’s uncle on the pole.

Lu Chen has five dreams and seven mental images, one of which is a dream and a mental image. It is difficult to distinguish one dream from the other.

In addition, the White Bone Master who is hiding like a fish that slipped through the net, and the Confucian scholar Zheng Xu who has been recovered by Lu Chen, are the second of the five dreams.

In the Lotus Flower Blessed Land, Yu Zhenyi, the "silly chicken" who once received the silver lotus Dao crown, and the oriole that can test the fortune of literature, are the second of the seven heart signs that Lu Chen manifested from the Dao on the road of cultivation. .

Xiao Mo was pulled to sit next to a wooden table. The tabletop moved slightly like water patterns. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be another lotus root blessed land that was different from the lotus root blessed land.

Before sitting down, Xiao Mo did not forget to introduce himself to the young Taoist priest with a smile.

Wang Yuanlu, who had just become the disciple of the old temple master a few days ago, was full of flattery. The skinny Taoist priest in cotton robes had actually been standing at the table with his hands tied. After hearing the senior's introduction, Wang Yuanlu hurriedly bowed his head. , barely nodding.

The old temple master smiled and commented on his founding disciple, "Yan'er is bad, but he is good."

Wang Yuanlu felt that these two statements had nothing to do with him, but he didn't have the courage to refute them.

Xiao Mo nodded and said: "It is rare to have good Taoist qualifications."

"As for the person in the room who helped with the alchemy, let's not mention it. The only saving grace is that he is quite diligent in practicing Taoism."

"He is a late bloomer. It will not delay him from becoming a rising star. As long as he reaches the threshold of qualifications, he will have to compete with hard work and a little luck. Now that he has the Taoist heart to practice diligently and is a registered disciple of Taoist friend Bixiao, luck can No matter how bad he is, there will definitely be a place for him at the top of the mountain in the future."

The little Taoist boy who was busy refining alchemy in the room almost cried with gratitude when he heard these heart-warming words.

The old temple leader exclaimed, "It seems that the Taoist monk hasn't drunk yet."

Xiao Mo reached out and patted the table and said with a smile: "As Taoist Fellow Bixiao said, let's get down to business first."

Of course, drinking good wine.

The old patron waved his sleeves, and the table was filled with three types of home-brewed wine, as well as three white bowls.

The three types of immortal wine are clearly named Centenary, Qianqiu and Long Live.

Xiaomo listened to Fellow Taoist Bixiao's explanation, so he first picked up a pot of century-old wine and drank the other two kinds of wine in no hurry. One of the blessings in life is to gradually get better after all the hardships.

After removing the mud seal, Xiaomo filled a bowl of wine, raised his head and took a sip, then poured two more bowls and drank them all in one gulp.

I make wine and drink with fellow Daoist Bixiao, but I never know what persuading people to drink is.

The old temple master also drank in the same way, accompanying Xiao Mo, and drank three bowls in a row.

The old temple leader suddenly frowned and said, "What's going on, that flying sword?"

Xiao Mo smiled and said: "I stripped it off and gave it to a young girl with good qualifications."

Wang Yuanlu had already moved and went to squat under the eaves of the thatched roof with his hands in his sleeves. His eyelids trembled when he heard it. A pure sword cultivator in the Ascension Realm, is he so bold in everything he does?

The old patron raised his hand and counted with his fingers, "This little girl has good qualifications. She is the kind of talent that comes into being at the right time. If your natal flying sword accepts the title of master and apprentice, it will be fine." It’s not a free gift.”

Xiao Mo shook his head and said: "Without the name of master and disciple, it doesn't matter."

The old temple master laughed and said: "As expected of a Taoist friend, this is the way to go."

The number of hundred-year-old wine on the table is the smallest.

This shows the way the master of Bixiao Cave treats guests.

Xiao Mo slapped his head, stood up immediately, took out two greeting gifts from his sleeves, walked towards the hut, and gave them to the young Taoist priest under the eaves and the alchemy boy inside.

None of them were polite to this generous senior from the mountain. One was really scared of poverty, and the other was big-hearted since he was young.

When Xiao Mo returned to his seat, the old patron asked in his heart: "When will the debt be paid off and freedom will be truly restored?"

Xiao Mo was high-spirited and pointed at the table full of wine, "Isn't it already comfortable for two Taoist friends and three kinds of wine on one table?"

The old patron smiled and nodded, and asked, "Have you ever met Zheng Juzhong?"

This guy had sex with Yu Dou outside the sky. It was definitely a real fight, but both sides had a tacit understanding and would not fight to the death. After all, they couldn't commit the crime.

For those who have reached their level, except for the special skills at the bottom of the box, they should not reveal them too early. Otherwise, even if it is the kind of point-to-point discussion of Taoism, the depth of Taoism, the number of means, the level of killing power, and the strength of defense will all be useless. Almost there.

Xiao Mo shook his head and said: "I haven't met the Lord Zheng yet."

The old temple master said casually: "You can just take that ancient mirror back to Luopo Mountain. As for the woman named Cen Yuanji, her origins are roughly related to a certain sect in Zhuzhou, Qingming World, but Cen Yuanji The predecessor of the machine is not as big as the one named Zhu Lu, so Chen Pingan doesn’t have to think too much, and the past is over. Lu Chen has always pooped on the street without wiping his butt. "

Xiao Mo didn't even say thanks, he just raised the wine bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

It's a matter of course.

Obviously, Chen Ping'an still underestimated the personal friendship between Xiao Mo and the old viewer.

The old temple owner laughed for no reason and said: "I miss those days when there was such a long procession, following Taoist priests with wooden hairpins, walking on the road like snakes."

Xiao Mo nodded, remembering that the "mute" boy who walked at the end of the team was the current Dao Ancestor.

The handful of early "Taoist priests" who followed "Taoist Master Xianwei" at that time were almost all enlightened, and at the worst they were earthly immortals.

The old temple master sighed, "The power is gone and the body retreats. This is the way of heaven."

Xiao Mo said: "Whether it is your desire to seek truth or your fighting ability, you are not as good as him."

Even though the guest's words were... the truth, the hair on the hair of the young man in the room stood up and his body tensed up, fearing that someone would start a fight if the wine table was lifted.

Wang Yuanlu put his hands in his sleeves, wide-eyed, and stared blankly at the senior who didn't open or lift any pot. He had learned a lot, but he could still be a visitor like this?

They knew very well that this was the last thing Master and the old man liked to hear, bar none!

Lu Chen didn't dare to say it, Nu Guan Wuzhou didn't dare to say it, Bai Yujing Tianxian Daoist didn't dare to say it, and even the mountain top monks in the entire Qing Ming world didn't dare to say it.

Unexpectedly, the old patron just raised the wine bowl and smiled casually: "Drink, drink."

Xiao Mo's eyes were clear and he smiled and said: "But I am only friends with the master of Bixiao Cave in Luobaotan. If the wine is good, the fellow Taoist is even better."

The old patron laughed loudly and felt happy.

Over at Luolu Mountain, Li Huai failed to see Chen Ping'an and Pei Qian, so he returned to his ancestral home with the fox charm Wei Taizhen. Unfortunately, most of his early neighbors moved to Zhoucheng.

That's fine, it saves Li Huai any explanation. In fact, when he was wearing crotchless pants as a child, the tough-headed Li Huai would often hang out with women and aunts and listen to them talk about their family's shortcomings.

Lin Yupu and Dong Bancheng took a trip to Niujiao Ferry together and picked up a classmate from Dali Capital.

It was Shi Jiachun who had already been married for a long time and even had children. Of course, it was impossible for a woman to wear braids like she did when she was a child.

Shi Jiachun joked: "Dong Shuijing, you are so unrighteous. I have heard of your name in the capital. If you are so rich, you won't help me rent a fairy ferry to show off so that I can pretend to go back to the mountain." A rich man?"

Dong Shuijing said with a smile: "Wealth should not be revealed in vain."

Lin Shouyi sneered and said: "Shi Jiachun, you may not know yet. A few years ago, it was Dong Bancheng. Now we should call him Dong Banzhou. Don't even ask Dong Banzhou to give you a ride on the ferry with his name on it." Your mountain ferry is nothing, just a little money from his fingernails."

Dong Shuijing said angrily: "Lin Yupu, shut up. Don't forget that you still owe me a hundred fairy money. Do you have to charge me some interest to be happy?"

Shi Jiachun clicked his tongue and looked at Dong Shuijing hard, "When I was in school, I always felt that I was the best at planning. I would definitely be able to do big business and make a lot of money in the future. I didn't even look down on copper coins. I just counted broken pieces every day. Silver, I never thought that you would be the richest in the end. I couldn’t tell. I really couldn’t tell. If I had known, I would have bowed to you right then."

Dong Shuijing asked with a smile: "Should you live there in Luopo Mountain, or should I help you find a place in the county or state city?"

Lin Shouyi said: "We must go to Zhoucheng. Everyone in the Xianjia Inn is named Dong."

Shi Jiachun sighed, with a smile in his eyes, and joked: "If I had known this, I would have been clinging to you when I was in school. Regardless of whether it was Dali Capital or Xianjia Ferry, where to buy things now still depends on the price. .”

Dong Shuijing looked helpless.

Shi Jiachun covered his mouth and smiled: "I have a daughter who has not yet found a good family. You must have seen her at the last wedding in the capital. Dong Shuijing, do you have any ideas?"

Lin Shou smiled and said: "Dong Banzhou, what are you still doing? Hurry up and call your mother-in-law."

Dong Shuijing said with a dark face, "Don't go too far with braids. There must be a limit when joking. Don't imitate Lin Yupu."

Shi Jiachun came back to his senses, suddenly widened his eyes, and stared at Lin Shouyi, "Lin Yupu? What a Lin Shouyi, remember that Yuan Ying was only a few years old, it was enough to scare people, but now he is in the Yupu realm The immortal master?!"

Dong Shuijing nodded and said: "No, now the nose is not the nose, the eyes are not the eyes, and I usually speak sideways."

Shi Jiachun was still childish, laughing uproariously. He finally stopped laughing, stretched out his hand to rub the corners of his eyes, and waved his hand: "No more kidding, Dong Shuijing, just help me find a place to stay in a small town. Chuzhou City is far away from Luopo Mountain." It’s still too far. I’m not a fairy like you. It’s common for people to come and go in the clouds and fog. This seasickness made me feel more uncomfortable than being pregnant. It’s really hard. It’s good to live in a small town. I’m familiar with the roads. Yes, you can also take a walk every day.”

Dong Shuijing nodded and said, "I have houses on Fulu Street and Taoye Lane, but if it's under someone else's name, you can choose one."

Lin Shou smiled.

Shi Jiachun chose the house in Taoye Lane. Dong Shuijing offered a talisman boat, saying that Shi Jiachun was seasick, and asked Lin Yupu, who was more advanced, to help steer the ship.

When he arrived at the door of the house on Taoye Lane, Dong Shuijing opened the door, bypassed a screen wall made of Xianjia stone, and entered the front yard. He asked Shi Jiachun if he was satisfied. Shi Jiachun said that he had dreamed of living here when he was a child. What was there? Unsatisfactory. Dong Shuijing handed a bunch of keys to Shi Jiachun and said that the house had been empty for a long time and was only cleaned regularly, so soon several women from the Zhoucheng Inn would come here to clean the courtyard. Lin Shouyi still laughed and Shi Jiachun just clicked his tongue. Dong Shuijing felt aggrieved for the thankless work, and laughed and cursed.

Lin Shou asked if your mansion had prepared tea. Dong Shuijing said that he had never been here before and didn't know. If he wanted to drink tea, he could go find it himself.

As soon as Lin Shou went through the boxes, he couldn't find it, probably because this year's new tea hadn't been released yet. They chatted with Shi Jiachun for a while, and then went to find Li Huai. Shi Jiachun didn't follow and said she was going for a stroll. She left the yard and walked alone in her hometown. The New Year's Eve Shop in Qilong Lane was adjacent to the Caotou Shop. They were Shi Jiachun's family's properties in the past, but later they moved there because of the family's move. After arriving in the capital, he sold it to Chen Ping'an.

The woman with crow's feet at the corners of her eyes spent money on a few pastries at a New Year's shop. Shi Jiachun squinted and smiled, but they still tasted good.

There is nothing bad about being a husband and raising children over the years.

As for her classmates from the school in the past, one by one has become prosperous, and all she has to do is be happy for them.

Shi Jiachun felt a little sad for no reason as he walked, missing Mr. Qi.

Previously, I heard from Lin Shouyi that Chen Ping'an also opened a school in a small village to teach students.

For some reason, Shi Jiachun was not surprised at all.

She remembers that when she was young, she turned to look out the window and saw a dark and thin boy in straw sandals, lingering outside the door. The boy's eyes widened, probably because his skin was tanned, which made the boy's eyes particularly bright. , he opened and pursed his mouth several times, raised the back of his hand to wipe his forehead, and finally called out Mr. Qi.

Mr. Qi walked out of the school and stood in front of the boy. The slender teacher bent slightly and lowered his head. The shy boy in straw sandals handed out a letter with both hands.

Zhao Yao, the minister of the Ministry of Justice, called Wu Yuan, the governor of Chuzhou, to have a drink with him. Instead of choosing the official residence of the governor of Chuzhou, he chose a restaurant. Zhongguan Yiran, the minister of the Qing Dynasty of the Ministry of Finance, called Jing Jing, the governor of Baoxi County. Width. Ma Yuan, who was transferred from the State Planning Minister to the Minister of Punishment, had the highest official status. He was also the head of the Ma family of Shangzhu State, so he took the chief position.

Outside an old school in a small town that had been dusty for many years, the old master, who had also taught here for many years, turned around and saw the burly man.

Ma Zhan moved his lips slightly and shouted softly: "Senior Brother Jun Qian."

Jun Qian patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Don't be speechless when you meet Mr. Sincerely, sir, I like to hear it. In fact, none of us are as good as you two in this matter."

Ma Zhan breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Now that we have Chen Pingan, Junior Brother Mao and I can have a rest."

Jun Qian glared and said, "What?"

Ma Zhan immediately changed his words and said, "It's my junior brother."

Back then, I didn't see you being so fond of showing off to us juniors, sir.

Jun Qian said: "Junior brother is still different from you two. What he does is not flattering."

Ma Zhan smiled and asked, "What should that be?"

Jun Qian thought about it seriously, but couldn't think of a more suitable way to say it.

After Pei Qian separated from her master and left Qingxing Country's Jiuhuadu, she returned to Huaihuang County alone and walked in a familiar alley in a small town. She remembered that when she was a child, she went to a school and there was often a white goose here. As if they were squatting, the two sides chased and fought, like enemies in the world who met, they were extremely jealous and had to fight almost every day. When the fight got aroused, she grabbed the white goose by the neck and threw it against the wall. I’ll leave you alone, little brother... Of course she would pay attention and said, after all, such a well-matched master is hard to find and must be cherished.

However, there was a small incident in which she had to pay for the trouble, so she took a detour with the guardians from Qilongxiang.

The master was not at home at that time, so Xiao Heitan felt that there was nothing to say.

The book says that it is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. In the past, Nuxia Pei was wandering alone in the capital city of Nanyuan. She used her grievances as food every day and had enough to eat, but she could not go to the master's house and patronize her every day. When you are living as a god, you can't bear the slightest grievance.

Although he said this, it was an grievance that was difficult to let go of. Who let Xiao Heitan have a good memory?

But when he followed his junior brother to the Great Sword Qi Wall and met his master, Xiao Heitan really felt that nothing was wrong.

The legendary Sword Qi Great Wall is really higher than the sea of ​​clouds. At night, there are three bright moons above our heads, and the sky is high and the sky is vast!

When we returned home, the big white goose said that every grievance in our hearts is like a barnyard grass in the rice field.

Big White Goose also said that as long as a person's heart is broad enough, he doesn't have to worry about a few sprouting barnyard grasses.

Pei Qian felt that what Big White Goose said was quite reasonable. At least he had the success ability of his master!

Today, after walking down the steps of Qilong Lane, Pei Qian first went to Caotou Shop to say hello to Zhao Denggao and Tian Jiuer, and after chatting for a few words, he found that there was a Taoist priest who was the second shopkeeper in the shop.

The other party claimed to be Lin Feijing, but he had no Taoist title. Now he was apprenticed to Taoist Master Xianwei. He was not the second shopkeeper, but just doing odd jobs here.

Pei Qian walked into the New Year's Eve shop next door. The little mute was standing on the bench behind the counter reading a book. When he saw the master, his lips moved slightly and his voice was as thin as a mosquito.

Pei Qian just pretended that he didn't hear anything and was just treating others as his disciples. This was really unlike him.

When I was a child, every time I called Master, the sound was loud enough.

Shi Rou was busy in the backyard of the store. Pei Qian opened the curtain, came to the backyard, and said with a smile: "Shopkeeper Shi."

Shi Rou said softly: "I'm back."

Pei Qian hummed, "Master asked us all to go back to Luolu Mountain in the near future."

Shi Rou asked: "You guys have a meal before going up the mountain?"

Pei Qian nodded and smiled: "I just stepped into the shop."

Shi Rou looked at the slim young woman, who was now as well-educated and sensible as if she came from a scholarly family. This was something that she would have never dared to think about a few years ago.

When Pei Qian was still Xiao Heitan, it was really noisy.

Pei Qian took out a gift from his sleeve and said in a low voice: "Sister Shi Rou, I bought this on the way. I went next door first. Sister Jiu'er also got a share."

Shi Rou quickly stopped her work, rubbed her hands, took it with a smile, and thanked Pei Qian.

Over the old dragon city, there is a cross-continental ferry from Tongyezhou. A young man in white with a mole on his eyebrows is sitting on the railing. He is smiling and chattering non-stop. Well, that is called flattery. Standing beside the railing is a The woman in red wearing a wine pot and a narrow knife is probably called brine and tofu. At such a scene, the thank you on the side was very envious, but he did not dare to show it. Yu Lu asked Cui Dongshan if the ferry would be anchored somewhere in the sea of ​​clouds, because he heard that there is a rare cloud-footed fish there. , he planned to throw a pole and go fishing. Cui Dongshan said that it should be non-stop, but it’s okay, we have money!

Cao Qinglang was teaching Zheng Youqian some teaching tips and reading experience. Cui Dongshan turned around and said Youqian, this is a unique method that your senior brother Cao finally figured out. It can't go in one ear and out the other.

In the village school in Yanzhou Prefecture, Yunzhou, classes were over today, and the Meng children dispersed in a hurry. Some fished for fish, some set off paper kites, and they all formed groups.

Zhao Shuxia was walking around, and Ning Ji was a little aggrieved for her husband, because there was another Mengtong who dropped out of school, and he was the third one!

First, it was a shrewd mother-in-law who liked to scold people and forcibly took her children away. Not long ago, there was another person who complained that the husband should not hit the ruler randomly. Today, it was a parent who disliked the school's unreliable curriculum arrangements and transferred them to Wuxi Village. Going to school, with smoke curling up from the kitchen stove, among the green mountains and green waters, Chen Pingan lay down on a bamboo chair to rest, rubbing his brows, and finally felt shallow after reading the paper. Teaching is not easy, and he often has to bring along children who wet their pants. I went to the stream to help wash my pants, and there were also some Meng boys who used the excuse to go to the toilet. They were so courageous that they stopped going back to the village school and just went to play in the countryside. When they saw the teacher in blue shirt and cloth shoes coming to arrest them, Either hide or run fast. But fortunately, more importantly, there are still young faces, pairs of clear eyes, and they are good-looking. They are reading and literacy every day, and there is the sound of reading every day.

Chen Pingan turned his head and stared blankly at the string of bells under the eaves. Chen Pingan slowly withdrew his gaze, closed his eyes gently, folded his hands on his abdomen, and listened carefully. The bells seemed to be inviting guests, talking to the passing spring breeze. Whisper, ding dong ding dong ding ding dong.