Sword of Coming

After exiting the Lion Garden path, we passed by a small lake and a green reed marsh. After turning a corner, we could branch off to the official road to the capital of Qingluan Kingdom. As a result, we were the first to go around the reed marsh path and saw someone riding a bullock cart. , it was windy and windy. We had just entered the small road from the official road. The road was narrow and bumpy. The car jumped. The man in green shirt sitting in the back was almost thrown out. He was shaken to pieces and almost fell apart. And the driver , is a young man who looks like a bookboy. He was probably urged by his master, and he has an impatient age and temperament. In addition, he is unfamiliar with driving a bullock cart. The bullocks jumped into this trail with all four legs. What happened? They didn’t expect that a group of people would walk out from the reed marsh at the Lion Garden at the end of this path. The leader was a jumping little girl holding a hiking pole. If they collided with each other, someone would probably die. Come?

The young book boy was panicked, and the man in green shirt was even more anxious. One was in a hurry, and the other shouted a warning. Then Pei Qian stared at the bullock cart with wide eyes. The old bull was dragging two fools while it was swinging along the route. In a flash, he rushed into the reedy lake.

In fact, Pei Qian had already escaped and was standing in a large clump of reeds. Even if the oxcart went straight ahead, it wouldn't matter, it would definitely not hit her.

Why, is there someone taking a bath in the water so early in the morning? Could it be that they are actually a group of immortal figures, and that the cow can pull a cart and walk on water, so they are particularly immortal? Didn't she ride on a local ox before? It was really magical, going up mountains and down water, and it was steady.

But this scene in front of me doesn't seem to be the case. One big and one small, screaming, and then with a splash, the water splashed and disappeared.

Pei Qian moved his steps and looked along the path where the ox cart rolled over the reeds. He saw that the entire ox cart went directly into the water.

Pei Qian pinched his chin and fell into deep thought. He heard that the gods on the mountain only need to carry water-proof beads to explore the abyss and wade in the water to catch dragons and dragons as if they were walking on flat ground.

Zhu Lian and Shi Rou flew over to save people and cattle.

Chen Pingan grabbed Pei Qian's ear and said, "I want you to watch the road carefully."

Pei Qian stood on tiptoes, begged loudly for mercy, and explained: "How could I have imagined that the ox-cart did not go on the right track, and had to twist around like a drunken man, so it went into the ditch? Oops, it hurts... Master, I have really given way to the road... And Master, you have also seen ox carts and mule carts, aren't they all very slow? This ox cart is so domineering, I wish I could fly. …”

Chen Pingan let go of his hand and asked Pei Qian to stand still. Pei Qian grinned and reached out to rub his ears gently. It hurt.

As expected, Zhu Lian was a crow's mouth, saying that he should not get carried away.

Chen Ping'an breathed a sigh of relief. After Zhu Lian and Shi Rou entered the water, they quickly moved the master and servant, the cattle and the car ashore.

The young man was still frightened, so he sat on the reeds that had been crushed to the ground by the bullock cart and cried loudly.

After the old cow came ashore, he shook his body and just hit the young man's head with his tail, but he stopped crying.

The man in green shirt was about thirty years old, with an ageless appearance. After being rescued ashore, he bowed to Shi Rou and thanked her.

Chen Pingan walked over and apologized with fists in his hands.

The man in green shirt was so ashamed that he quickly bowed to apologize again.

Finally, the man wiped the water stains on his face, his eyes lit up, and he asked Chen Pingan: "But Mr. Chen who joined forces with the female crown immortal master to save our Lion Garden?"

After Chen Pingan nodded, he asked tentatively: "Is it Magistrate Liu?"

The man in green shirt laughed heartily, "Liu Qingfeng is Liu Qingshan's eldest brother."

Liu Qingfeng, the eldest son of Mr. Liu, is now serving as a county official. He cannot be said to be a successful scholar, but he can be regarded as a scholar with a successful career.

It was just that when his father was Liu Jingting, who had a rapid career and became famous as a scholar, Liu Qingfeng seemed very mediocre. At his age, Liu Jingting was about to serve as the Minister of Rites of the Third Rank of the Qingluan Kingdom. Liu Jingting was also recognized as a literary figure. The leader, the gentle leader of a country, now looking at his eldest son Liu Qingfeng, it is no wonder that people feel like a tiger father and a dog son.

It should be known that Liu Jingting will definitely receive the first-class posthumous title from the imperial court after his death. This is a sure thing. As for the word after "文", is it righteousness, loyalty, or the slightly inferior Gong, Cheng. Both are possible. Both require special orders from the emperor and cannot be decided by the officials. Previously, the court felt that the former was more likely. After the second son Liu Qingshan became lame, expectations were greatly lowered, not to mention the Qingluan Kingdom. There are only a handful of Wen Zhengs in history, but I still feel that Wen Zhong is a bit uncertain.

Chen Pingan called Pei Qian.

Pei Qian, who had always seemed to be affixed with a fairy's amulet, ran all the way to Chen Ping'an when he was granted amnesty, apologized to Liu Qingfeng and the book boy, and loudly recounted his many mistakes.

In fact, in her heart, Pei Qian didn't feel that she had done much wrong. She still complained that Liu Qingfeng was too unhelpful. It was just that the master was angry. What could she do? Not to mention an apology that cost her nothing, but asking her to pay compensation and move things out of the treasure box, Pei Qian could only obediently do so.

Liu Qingfeng hurriedly spoke for Pei Qian, and Pei Qian felt better now. He felt that this scholar who had become a county magistrate was quite good.

After that, of course, he wanted to persuade Chen Pingan to return to the Lion Garden with him. However, when Chen Pingan said that he was going to the capital to see if he could catch up with the debate on Buddhism and Taoism, Liu Qingfeng was embarrassed to persuade him.

Chen Ping'an first helped Liu Qingfeng repair the bullock cart, then the two parties said goodbye and continued on their way.

After entering the official road, Zhu Lian smiled and said: "I feel that Liu Qingfeng, the eldest son of the old minister in Shishiyuan, is more of an official material than his younger brother Liu Qingshan."

Chen Pingan was noncommittal.

Liu Qingshan is more scholarly, more talented, full of strategies, and a gentleman, while his elder brother Liu Qingfeng seems to be less sharp and less sharp.

But Chen Ping'an feels that the two brothers are both scholars that the world needs, nothing more. As for who will achieve higher and lower achievements in the future, in the final analysis, aren't they all one family in the Lion Garden?

Chen Pingan asked: "Pei Qian, do you know what is the most admirable thing about Magistrate Liu?"

Pei Qian blurted out: "As an official, you have a good temper and no airs?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "It's from my heart. I will give way to you even if I put myself in danger."

Pei Qian groaned, half understanding, "Master, I'll write it down first. Just like I did when I was drying books and bamboo slips in the Lion Garden two days ago, I'll turn over these things from time to time when the sun is shining brightly."

Chen Ping'an hummed, rubbed her head and said nothing more.

Zhu Lian smiled and said: "Master, will I have the chance to help you with your fists in the future?"

Chen Pingan said without hesitation: "Okay."

Zhu Lian then turned to look at Pei Qian, "You see, this is from the bottom of my heart. You need to know that pure martial artists in the world feed their fists and cultivate their fists. A dragonfly's touch of water, a tap and a tap, are of no benefit. If you want to have an effect, The old slave has to show his true ability. If he shows his true ability, his fists will have murderous intent and his body will have murderous intention. Then if the old slave actually has a premeditated plan and murderous intention in his heart, he will hide it well, but the young master I still trust this old slave, this is called acting from the bottom of my heart..."

Pei Qian still seemed to understand, and thought about it carefully, "Old cook, after you finish reading the books in the Lion Garden every day, you will talk to yourself, saying that you have no money in your pocket and feel panic. What if you miss those beautiful books when you arrive in the capital? , and also said that the erotic pictures in Qingluan Kingdom are unique in Aquarius Continent. Wouldn’t it be heartbreaking to enter the treasure mountain and return empty-handed... Tell me honestly, do you want to defraud my master’s money to buy books and erotic pictures? "

Zhu Lian looked embarrassed, rubbed his hands and said nothing.

Chen Ping'an made a decision immediately: "I can feed you with fists, but I don't have any money!"

Zhu Lian became anxious, "Master, we made money during our trip to the Lion Park. Although I didn't take any action this time, the sun and the moon are shining brightly, and I can learn from my loyalty!"

Chen Pingan said to Pei Qian: "You tell me."

Pei Qian raised his voice and said loudly: "What a silver! The silver that goes into my master's pocket is no longer silver!"

Shi Rou walked at the end, lamenting in her heart.

Look, it's easy to change the situation, but it's hard to change the nature. Here are these three again.

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Liu Qingfeng complained to the book boy all the way, but Liu Qingfeng didn't talk back, let alone put his status on him. The two of them were soaked in water and took an ox cart to the vicinity of the Lion Garden. The book boy passed the stone cliff and old tree and saw The familiar outline of the Lion Garden immediately gave up any resentment. The boy had grown up here since he was a child, and he really liked his childhood sweetheart Zhao Ya...

From the eldest to the youngest, there are five children of Liu Jingting, the old minister of the Qing Dynasty, who happen to be "Fengyashan Qingyu".

After putting on clean clothes, Liu Qingfeng went straight to his younger brother's study. The boy said that the master was already waiting there.

The father and son sat down.

After Liu Jingting saw Liu Qingfeng, he felt relieved. He was as relaxed as when he saw the monster being captured with his own eyes.

Maybe everyone can’t imagine that neither foreign immortals like Chen Pingan, Liu Boqi, or even the vast majority of people in the Lion Garden know one thing. The real backbone of the Lion Garden is that they have low official status and mediocre talents. Liu Qingfeng, not Liu Jingting who is the head of the family. Liu Boqi had spied on the three of them drinking, and his attention was attracted by Liu Qingshan, and he was unable to savor the taste of that drinking party. It's just that this change in the mentality of the father and son happened gradually and naturally. It was not something Liu Qingfeng did deliberately. Liu Qingfeng, the eldest son who was extremely pragmatic and respected achievements, had long held a role similar to Liu Jingting's guest minister and staff, because Liu Qingshan, in addition to Liu Qingshan, During both travel and imperial examinations, he stayed in the Lion Garden and devoted himself to learning, but Liu Qingfeng was not the same. When Liu Jingting was an official in the capital, he, the eldest son, had been accompanying him at the capital palace, so he got involved in the government affairs of Old Minister Liu much earlier than Liu Qingshan. , and became more familiar with the changes in the temple of Qingluan Kingdom.

Liu Qingfeng smiled and said, "I have carefully read the letter my father sent to the county government."

Liu Qingshan found his brother looking at him with a smile, and suddenly felt a little uneasy.

Liu Qingfeng suddenly laughed.

Liu Qingshan's face turned red, "Brother!"

Liu Jingting sighed with emotion: "If I had listened to you earlier and had a frank talk with her about Lady Liushu, maybe our relationship wouldn't be as tense as it is now."

Liu Qingfeng consoled him: "Father, whether you are a human being or a god, your character is at its root. In fact, it is not just a few words or heartfelt words from one of us that can change this tragedy in the Lion Garden. Fortunately, Lady Liushu and the Our Lion Garden Liu family shares weal and woe. This misfortune can be regarded as a warning to her. It is a blessing in disguise. This is all thanks to the chivalrous Mr. Chen and the female crown whom Qingshan is familiar with...the surname is Liu, what is her name? Up?"

Liu Qingshan became angry and said: "Liu Boqi! Brother, are you finished?!"

Liu Qingfeng suppressed his smile and asked seriously, "Do you really like her?"

Liu Qingshan felt a little embarrassed and looked around.

Liu Jingting hesitated for a moment and said helplessly: "That nun is a Taoist cultivator on the mountain after all. We can't thank you enough for talking about the Lion Garden, but when it comes to your brother's life-long event, alas, it's a mess."

As an old minister of the Ministry of Rites of the Qingluan Kingdom, he is no stranger to the immortal families or passing immortal masters in the country's jurisdiction. In addition, the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty has always been strong, so as a minister, he faced the Genealogy Master and the Shanze Yexiu. The waist has always been relatively hard.

It's just that it's hard for an upright official to stop household chores.

Liu Qingfeng's eyes indicated to his father that he knew what he knew, and said to Liu Qingshan: "Qingshan, I believe you. If you like it, you really like it. You have your own careful consideration of appearance, life experience, and character. I also believe in your vision. I This brother won't talk about this, let alone tell you two. Then let's assume that the female crowned immortal master from other continents named Liu Boqi may marry into our Lion Garden and become the wife of Qingshan Ming Matchmaker. Then we have to consider two things. First, Liu Boqi is a cultivator, so we do not require her to deal with daily necessities, but whether she is willing to practice in the Lion Garden, treat Qingshan with the courtesy of husband and wife, or get along with each other. After a long time, you will have to rely on the immortal master on the mountain, put yourself above Liu Qingshan in everything, and even interfere with the household chores in the Lion Garden?"

"Second, Qingshan, did she reveal any words that hinted at you to practice immortality with her? Want you to abandon all the sage books, leave the Lion Garden, and go mountain climbing?"

"The love between men and women in the world often makes people feel that everything is beautiful and moving at first, just like this Lion Garden, built among green mountains and green waters, like a paradise. Generations have respected the land and willow queen, but what will happen in the end? ? If it weren’t for the Liushu Empress who couldn’t move her nest, I’m afraid she would have left the Lion Garden and fled far away. The good relationship and incestuous love forged by seven generations of the Liu family ended up in the ancestral hall, in front of so many ancestral tablets, Liushu Are some of your empress's words extremely hurtful? So, Qingshan, I'm not asking you not to be with Liu Boqi. I just hope you understand that there are two kinds of worlds up and down the mountain, the scholarly family and the cultivator. It is a humane thing to do as the Romans do. After getting married, will she, Liu Boqi, accommodate you, or will you, Liu Qingshan, obey her? Have you ever thought about it, thought about it, and thought about it clearly? "

"Yes, Liu Boqi was very kind to the Lion Garden. He not only subdued the demons and saved our Liu family when the building was about to collapse, but he also spent a lot of money afterwards. He paid so much fairy money for our Liu family in the first place. But Qingshan, you have to be clearer. , Liu Boqi’s great kindness, I, the Liu family, are not unwilling to repay it. From my father, to my brother, to the entire Lion Garden, you, Liu Qingshan, do not need to bear it all. The Liu family of the Lion Garden cannot repay the kindness in one generation. , then two generations, three generations, as long as Liu Boqi is willing to wait, we are willing to continue to pay it back."

Liu Qingfeng sighed: "Don't blame me for being such a philistine and utilitarian, judging a gentleman's heart with a villain's heart. In fact, if we think more today, we will have less worries in the coming year. After all, I hope you, Qingshan, have a good life. . At the same time, of course I have selfish motives. As the elder brother, I don’t think I have the ability to take care of the family tradition of the Liu family in Shiziyuan. I still need you to inherit it. "

Liu Qingshan stood up. Due to his lameness, his shoulders tilted a bit. He looked carefree and bowed, "I'll go and ask for details."

Liu Qingfeng's eyes were complicated, and he said softly: "There are many gods in the world, Qingshan, don't worry, it can be cured, big brother can promise you."

Liu Qingshan just thought that his brother was comforting him and left with a smile.

Liu Jingting, on the other hand, had a sophisticated eye for training in Gongmen. He was most familiar with the eldest son's temperament. He was extremely calm and open-minded, far beyond ordinary people. Therefore, the expression of Liu Jingting's face changed slightly.

Liu Qingshan left the study and closed the door after Liu Qingfeng.

Liu Qingfeng looked tired and said with a smile: "On the way here, I happened to meet that Chen Pingan."

Liu Jingting suppressed the trembling in his heart and smiled: "What do you think?"

Liu Qingfeng nodded and said: "It is an extremely rare mountain man. He is more like a serious scholar who comes from a wealthy family."

Liu Jingting smiled and said, "That's true."

Liu Qingfeng was about to speak but stopped.

Liu Jingting stood up and put his hand on the eldest son's shoulder. "If my family doesn't speak the same language, Qingshan will understand your good intentions in the future. Dad, to be honest, I don't think you are right, but I don't think you are wrong either."

Liu Qingfeng looked sad.

Liu Jingting said: "Go and see Qingqing. She is close to Qingshan, but she is in awe of you, so some words are most effective for you to say."

Liu Qingfeng nodded, "I'll sit down for a while. I'll go see the two gentlemen later and then go to the embroidery building."

Liu Jingting sighed, "As it should be."

The old servant was the first to leave the study.

Liu Qingfeng sat alone on the chair and turned to look at the couplet.

He writes about thousands of military formations and writes poems about thousands of soldiers. The virtues of the present and the past are established, and the books are collected to teach the descendants.

In fact, this was not written by Liu Qingshan, the owner of this study, but by Liu Qingfeng, his elder brother. He wrote it himself and gave it as a gift to Liu Qingshan during his brother's crowning ceremony.

Liu Qingfeng looked desolate and walked out of the study to visit the old master Fu Sheng and the middle-aged Confucian scholar Mr. Liu. The former was not at the school, only the latter was there. Liu Qingfeng asked the latter some academic doubts before leaving. Leave and go to the embroidery building to find your sister Liu Qingqing.

After Liu Qingfeng left, Old Master Fu Sheng appeared out of thin air.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar asked: "Sir, Liu Qingfeng did this and dragged Liu Qingshan into the vortex of the dispute between the three religions in Qingluan Kingdom. Is it right or wrong?"

Fu Sheng smiled and said, "Didn't someone say that yesterday's things died yesterday, and today's things are born today. Right or wrong today does not necessarily mean right or wrong in the future. It still depends on the person. Besides, this is a family matter of the Liu family, and I just want to borrow it. This is an opportunity to see how many sages' books Liu Qingfeng has read. The popularity of reading can only be tempered by suffering."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar had no choice but to use Buddhist teachings to discuss the behavior of Confucian disciples, which was not in line with etiquette. It's just that his position in the Zhongtu Authentic Confucian Temple is so respected. He also knows that his field of vision is very far away, and he will not interfere unless it involves the deviation of the road under Liu Qingfeng's feet. If Liu Qingfeng did not stand up and refute the Willow Tree Lady in the ancestral hall this time, then Liu Qingfeng would only know in his life that the two teachers at the private school stayed in the Lion Garden for so many years, and then one day returned to their hometown and left. No news.

In fact, all kinds of opportunities in the world are like this. They may be different in size. Hundreds of schools of thought and the immortal family on the mountain accept disciples. Each has its own path, and the entry points for the disciples are different, but in fact they are of the same nature. It still depends on whether the person being tested can be caught. Taoist gods especially like this set. Compared with Mr. Fu Sheng's "Follow the Trend", it is more ups and downs and complex, with ups and downs of honor and disgrace, life and death, the relationship between father and son, husband and wife, many concerns, many temptations, may all need to be tested, and even Some famous disciple-making processes in history took an extremely long time and even involved reincarnation and training in blessed places.

Thrilling and spectacular.

Fu Sheng suddenly said: "Actually, Liu Qingfeng is suitable to be your direct disciple."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar shook his head and said: "I know that this person has a good nature and has great ambitions. At the same time, he does tedious things. Unfortunately, he is not a suitable candidate to inherit my small lineage of knowledge."

Fu Sheng smiled and said nothing.

Didn't say anything.

Mr. Preaching Disciple.

Is it really as simple as a disciple listening to the Master’s teachings?

Is it really impossible for a disciple to check and fill in the gaps in the master’s knowledge?

It's just that these cannot be said by outsiders, you have to think of them yourself.

The most sage master once worried that the higher the knowledge and status of Confucian sages, the higher the status of the Confucian sages, and the gods are constantly moving away from the human world, so what will happen to the human world.

Li Sheng, Ya Sheng, Fu Sheng, or Fu Sheng, and the two Confucian deputy leaders all had their own answers.

But the Holy Master still frowned.

Later, the old scholar from the back alley appeared.

That era was brilliant.

During the two wars between the three religions, there were more than one or two groups of talented Buddhists and Taoists from the two religions who resolutely switched to Confucianism.

A young immortal from Bai Yujing who participated in the debate asked a question, "Since you Confucians believe that human nature is inherently good, and since everyone is already good-natured, where does the merit of your Confucian education lie?"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar suddenly asked: "What if Liu Qingshan first travels far away with Liu Boqi, the female crown prince of his master's knife room, and eventually they become husband and wife?"

The old master Fu Sheng, or the great Confucian sage Fu Sheng, laughed and said: "What's the point? The opinions of the three religions are just more true in learning."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar had doubts again.

The old master nodded and said: "Liu Qingfeng has roughly guessed our identities. Because the Lion Garden has an escape route, this is the reason for the cultural fortune bet between Liu Qingfeng and Da Li Xiuhu."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar snorted coldly.

But the old master lamented: "If there were more Cui Zhan and Liu Qingshan among the disciples of the old scholar, we wouldn't have lost... We might still lose, but at least we won't lose so miserably."

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Liu Qingfeng stood under the embroidery building and asked his maid Zhao Ya to invite his sister Liu Qingqing to come downstairs.

Zhao Ya was a little embarrassed.

After learning the general truth these days, the young lady was heartbroken, especially knowing that her second brother Liu Qingshan was lame because of her, and even had thoughts of committing suicide. If she hadn't discovered it quickly, she would have quickly removed the scissors and other things. Empty, I'm afraid the Lion Garden will be extremely happy and sad. So she stayed with him day and night, never leaving. Over the past two days, the young lady looked even more frighteningly haggard than when she was in trouble, and was so thin that she was almost skinny and bones.

Liu Qingfeng said calmly: "Go and ask her to come downstairs."

Zhao Ya was horrified and immediately turned around and ran upstairs.

Liu Qingqing walked downstairs timidly, not even daring to let Zhao Ya help her.

Liu Qingfeng glanced at this sister and said nothing.

Liu Qingqing lowered her head, feeling terrified.

She has been afraid of this eldest brother since she was a child, who is obviously not as good as Liu Qingshan in every aspect.

Liu Qingfeng slowed down his tone and said, "If the sky doesn't fall, I'll walk with you."

Half an hour later, Zhao Ya stood worriedly at the embroidery building and looked forward to it.

When he found his young lady back, there were still tears on her face, but she seemed to be relieved.

Carrying the hem of her skirt, Liu Qingqing climbed up to the embroidery building, while Zhao Ya followed behind him in confusion.

Liu Qingqing suddenly smiled and asked: "Ya'er, will you accompany me to the mountain to practice Taoism?"

Zhao Ya was stunned, looking at the young lady who was no longer lifeless, and nodded.

Liu Qingfeng walked alone in the Lion Park.

It is impossible to be a pure scholar and achieve the highest level of knowledge.

Now that he, Liu Qingfeng, had taken that step, he was destined to wallow in the quagmire for the rest of his life.

Liu Qingfeng felt so miserable that he couldn't express it.

Scholars, who wouldn’t want to devote themselves to writing moral articles in his study, which will be remembered for generations to come?

Scholars, who doesn't want to be filled with peaches and plums all over the world, to be regarded as a gentle leader and the leader of the scholarly league?

Scholars, who wouldn’t want to be a breeze, to bring the Confucian academic lineage back to its original roots, and to create something new?

But the most difficult official role to take care of has to be done by someone. Someone has to do the trivial practical work and care about every penny for the people.

Fortunately, it is said that if you study and learn to the best, you can also learn and work well.

Liu Qingfeng turned around at the small bridge and the flowing water and saw Liu Qingshan and the female crown walking side by side.

Finally, Liu Qingshan was alone, walking towards Liu Qingfeng, and said with a smile: "I want to travel to Aquarius Continent with Liu Boqi first, and I want to go to Guanhu Academy, the Sui Cliff Academy, and the new academy in Longquan County of Dali in the far north. Study Tour."

Liu Qingfeng asked with a smile: "Have you thought about it? If you have thought about it, remember to say hello to the two gentlemen first and see what they think."

Liu Qingshan hummed, "Liu Boqi said that my leg can be cured, but I don't think there is a need to rush. Otherwise, I will owe her another favor. If the time comes..."

Liu Qingfeng joked: "If we are a family, we don't have to worry so much."

Liu Qingshan turned to leave.

Liu Qingfeng suddenly called out to his younger brother and said, "On behalf of the Liu family's ancestors and all the scholars in the Qingluan Kingdom, thank you. The Liu family's scholarly style remains the same as before, and the scholars in the Qingluan Kingdom can hold their heads high and live upright."

Liu Qingshan asked in confusion: "Why is this? Brother, what on earth are you talking about, why can't I understand?"

Liu Qingfeng helped Liu Qingshan straighten his clothes and said with a smile: "Silly boy, don't worry about this. You can just concentrate on your studies and strive to become a Confucian saint in the future and bring glory to our Liu family."

Liu Qingshan joked: "Brother, are you stupid for becoming an official? Now you are the county master. What will you do when you become a minister or minister in the future?"

Liu Qingfeng smiled and said, "We'll see."

Liu Qingfeng asked: "When you go to say goodbye to the two gentlemen, can I have a chat with Liu Boqi? Don't worry, just a few words."

Liu Qingshan nodded and said, "What's the point?"

Liu Qingfeng went to talk to Liu Boqi, and Liu Boqi agreed. When Liu Qingshan went to find Mr. Fu and Mr. Liu.

Liu Qingfeng took Liu Boqi to the Liu Ancestral Hall.

Along the way, Liu Qingfeng did not speak.

For the first time, Liu Boqi felt anxious.

Of course, the main reason was that after falling in love with Liu Qingshan at first sight, and then getting along with Liu Qingfeng and Liu Jingting, she always felt that she was a dwarf in terms of seniority.

But Liu Boqi also had some weird intuitions. This Liu Qingfeng might not be simple.

Liu Qingfeng stopped outside the door of the ancestral hall and asked, "Liu Boqi, if my brother Liu Qingshan only has the short lifespan of an ordinary man, what would you do?"

Liu Boqi replied: "I am now an Earth Immortal. It will not be difficult to reach the upper five realms in the future, so I am willing to delay a hundred years for Liu Qingshan."

Liu Qingfeng asked again, "Then if Liu Qingshan has a bright future, is determined to achieve the three immortals of our Confucianism, and has hope to achieve it, what should you do?"

Liu Boqi replied: "If you marry a chicken, follow the chicken, marry a dog, follow the dog. Anyone who dares to harm my husband, Liu Boqi, first asked me whether I, the God of the Saber Deer, and my natal sword and armor would agree."

Liu Qingfeng shook his head.

Liu Boqi frowned, "What do you want me to do?"

Liu Qingfeng said softly: "Big things are coming, especially those life and death decisions. I hope that you, my sister-in-law, can stand from Liu Qingshan's perspective and consider the problem. Don't first think, 'I, Liu Boqi, think this is the only way to treat Liu Qingshan. Okay, so I did it for him. The road is rugged, and fighting and killing are inevitable. But since you yourself said that when you marry a chicken, follow the chicken, marry the dog, follow the dog, then I still hope you can truly know, Liu Qingshan thinks and wants, so I can explain it clearly to you now, and you will definitely not have to suffer some grievances in the future, even big grievances."

Liu Boqi was originally very embarrassed when he heard about the "sister-in-law", but after hearing the words behind him, Liu Boqi could only admire him sincerely. He smiled and said: "Don't worry, these words make me convinced! I am a stubborn person. , but you can still hear the good and bad words!”

Liu Qingfeng felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted and said with a smile, "My younger brother has a very good sense."

Liu Boqi extended his palm towards the ancestral hall and said, "You are a deity on the mountain. Just pay three obeisances to our Liu Family Ancestral Hall."

Liu Boqi did so.

But he found that Liu Qingfeng also bowed three times from a distance.

Liu Boqi felt a little heavy.

Liu Qingfeng said softly: "If nothing unexpected happens, I will soon be removed from the Liu family tree. At that time, I will no longer be Liu Qingshan's brother. By then, if Liu Qingshan receives a letter from his family and wants to give up traveling, No matter whether you are in Aquarius Continent or Middle-earth at that time, if he insists on returning to the Lion Garden and starting an army with me to hold him accountable, you must stop him and protect him as he continues to travel thousands of miles."

Although Liu Boqi didn't know the reason, he still nodded, and then said with a wry smile: "You want me to be a villain so soon? You didn't notice it."

Liu Qingfeng changed the subject, "I heard that you punished Lady Liushu severely?"

Liu Boqi began to feel guilty.

Liu Qingfeng narrowed his eyes and smiled: "I have wanted to do this since I was very young. I originally thought it would take another seven or eight years to complete it. I have to thank you again."

It wasn't until this moment that Liu Boqi began to fully identify with the "Liu family tradition."

In the distance, Liu Qingshan limped towards the ancestral hall.

Finding that his brother was having a very happy conversation with his beloved woman, as long as his brother nodded, his marriage with Liu Boqi should be secure. Liu Qingshan laughed. This young scholar felt that nothing was difficult between heaven and earth.

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Chen Pingan and his party successfully entered the capital of Qingluan Kingdom.

This is after the old Dragon City, it once again gives people the bustling and prosperous feeling of the world.

In the end, Chen Ping'an gave Zhu Lian some gold, silver and white objects and let him buy the calligraphy and paintings that Shi Rou hated.

Chen Ping'an himself also found a century-old shop and bought a lot of exquisite rice paper for every penny.

Before entering the city, Chen Pingan vacated the bamboo box in a secluded place and put all the items within easy reach.

Cui Dongshan mentioned the inside story of this dispute before at Baihuayuan Inn, including the unknown Baiyun Temple in Qingluan, so Chen Pingan deliberately bypassed this place.

I always feel that good luck has been used in the Lion Park, so don't be too ostentatious and take the initiative to break into the sight of the Yunlin Jiang family and the Qingluan Kingdom Tang Emperor.

While feasting in a restaurant in the downtown area, the diners from the Beijing Renshi were all chatting about the debate on Buddhism and Taoism that was coming to an end but not really over, and they were in high spirits and beaming. Whether he was worshiping the Buddha or worshiping the Tao, it was difficult to conceal his arrogance as a citizen of Qingluan Kingdom in his words. In fact, this is one of the manifestations of a country's national strength and vitality.

Chen Ping'an has seen it in some places, such as the Dali frontier army scouts in the wind and snow, the common people in the Sui capital, the girl in the carriage in Old Dragon City, and the upside down mountain Seen that too.

Several tables nearby were talking about a wonderful thing that had just happened in the capital and was widely circulated.

Chen Pingan listened. When Pei Qian saw that Chen Pingan was listening seriously, he let go of the remaining half-delicious roast chicken and pricked up his ears to listen.

Zhu Lian then secretly stretched out his chopsticks and wanted to put a chicken leg into the bowl. Pei Qian, who had quick eyes and quick hands, blocked it with his chopsticks. The old man and the young boy stared at each other and took out their chopsticks as fast as they could. When Chen Ping'an picked up the vegetables, the two of them called for gold and retreated. , when Chen Pingan lowered his head to eat, Pei Qian and Zhu Lian began to compete again.

Chen Pingan was too lazy to pay attention to the pair of live treasures, but was just curious about the seemingly chance encounter.

It turned out that there was a heavy rain in the capital yesterday. A scholar who came to Beijing took shelter from the rain under the eaves, and a monk held an umbrella in the rain.

So there was an indescribable conversation, not much in content, but profound in meaning, which gave several drinkers near Chen Ping'an a lot of mysteries to ponder.

At that time, the scholar asked the monk if he could give him a lift to avoid the rain. The monk said that he was in the rain, and the scholar was under the eaves in a place where there was no rain, so there was no need to cross. The scholar then walked out of the eaves and stood in the rain. The monk shouted loudly and went to find an umbrella. Finally, the scholar lost his mind and returned to the roof.

Most of the drinkers marveled at the Zen master's profound Dharma, saying that this is great compassion and true Dharma. Because even though the scholar was also in the rain, the reason why the monk was not caught in the rain was because he had an umbrella in his hand, and that umbrella represented the Buddha's Dharma that would save the common people. What the scholar really needed was not the Zen master to save him, but I lacked the Dharma of self-transcendence in my heart, so I was woken up by a shout in the end.

It was really difficult to get the chicken legs under Pei Qian's nose, so Zhu Lian poured himself a bowl of chicken soup, took a sip, and curled his lips and said, "It doesn't taste good."

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "You are still a scholar at heart, so naturally you think the taste is average."

Zhu Lian nodded, "No, hard work is still not rewarded. If it were the young master or the Liu brothers, they would have to take out the umbrella to protect the scholar from the wind and rain, and take him home. Maybe he would be stepped on on the way. Puddles, or that person's shoulders were wet from the rain, and that person didn't care about you. If it had been a stinky cow nose, it would probably be none of these things, and he would just leave without even looking under the eaves. "

Chen Ping'an thought for a while and asked with a smile: "If after drinking, the Zen master lent the umbrella to the scholar again, and they walked together through wind and rain, how would this bowl of chicken soup taste?"

Zhu Lian shook the chicken soup in the bowl and said with a smile: "Maybe it will be much better."

Shi Rou finally understood.

Pei Qian was confused when he heard this, not to mention he was busy chewing the chicken legs.

Chen Ping'an smiled at Pei Qian and said, "Don't just eat chicken legs, eat more rice."

Pei Qian nodded vigorously, leaned back slightly, puffed out his round belly, and said proudly: "Master, you haven't eaten less."

In fact, many strange things happened during the debate between Buddhism and Taoism in the capital of Qingluan Kingdom.

There are monks who chop up Buddha statues and burn them as firewood, and there are also monks who are carelessly drinking and eating meat in the market. They say that the wine and meat go through the intestines and the Buddha stays in the heart. It is deafening and enlightening, and it will inevitably make people think deeply.

On the contrary, the Taoist priests of Qingluan Kingdom rarely make shocking actions or words, and are gentle and gentle. Moreover, it is said that the immortals and immortals of the famous Taoist temples have gradually fallen behind in the doctrinal disputes between the two sides.

Especially the cat-killing case of the eminent monk at Baishui Temple in the south of the capital. At first, it seemed to be a breakthrough for Taoist gods to criticize Buddhism. However, the virtuous monks seemed to have expected it, and with a solemn explanation, the Taoists were speechless. Word.

Chen Pingan had just heard those rumors and let them go.

After lunch, I took Pei Qian and the others shopping.

I bought a pair of celadon-glazed Go porcelain jars. The shape of the vessel is relatively large compared to ordinary jars, but it is also elegant and sophisticated, which is not easy. The shop owner said that this item was once used by the royal court of the Yunxiao Kingdom, which was rarely made. It should be true.

Chen Ping'an is a porcelain maker, so he still has this vision. The key is that the chess jars come with lids, and are not added by later generations, so they are expensive. The shop offered fifty taels of silver for a pair of jars, and Chen Pingan paid it willingly.

Then I bought a small hand-twisted gourd for Pei Qian, which is also known as Cao Lijin. It is very small but looks very good. Back then, Liu Boqi, the female crown prince, used a small gourd with a similar appearance to collect the slug on the wall of the Lion Garden. The true form of the monster.

Of course, this little yellow-skinned gourd is just an ordinary thing for people to play with.

Chen Pingan fell in love with it at first sight, and when he saw that Pei Qian was also fascinated by it, he bought it.

Because in Pei Qian's mind, traveling around the world, probably like his master Chen Ping'an, he must have something to hold and drink wine with.

This little yellow-skinned gourd looked extremely expensive at first glance. Pei Qian thought it was just the right age for her. Of course, Pei Qian didn't dare to ask for it. When he saw Chen Ping'an taking the initiative to buy it, he immediately smiled from ear to ear and cautiously Holding it in his hand, he shouted that he had wine to drink.

As a result, a chestnut hit her and she squatted down on the spot. Although her head hurt, Pei Qian was still very happy.

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In Baishui Temple, the monk in white sat beside the wellhead that had been blocked for many years and murmured: "We have lost, we have lost. It is not Buddhism that has lost, it has been us."

The young monk's face was full of tears and he looked into the distance. "If the world imitates me, it will be like entering a devil's cave. I am wrong, I am wrong."

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At Baiyun Temple in Beijing, a woman near a small Taoist temple scolded a child who had lost a paper kite. The middle-aged temple owner hid far away. The little Taoist boy cried and went over, found the temple owner and master, and said sadly: "Master, why don't we chop down those trees? We often get scolded by the neighbors, and the pilgrims run away because of the scolding. Then we will really have no incense, we will starve, and Master will not be able to afford those trees in the future. Book."

Of course, the middle-aged temple owner would not cut down those ancient trees, but the little apprentice cried sadly, so he had to comfort him with kind words. He took the little Taoist boy's hand to the study room. The little Taoist boy sniffed. After all, it was the weather-beaten Baiyun Temple trail. Tong, after being sad, immediately returned to his innocent nature. He was relatively well. Some senior brothers were even scratched in the face by some shrews who complained about their noisy bells and drums in the morning and evening. Anyway, every time the Taoist brothers go out, they always follow them. Like a rat crossing the street, you just get used to it. Master, the master of the temple, said that this is spiritual practice. In the summer, everyone is too hot to sleep, and Master will also be unable to sleep. He ran out of the house, fanned himself with them, and stood under the big tree. He was enjoying the coolness underneath, so he asked Master why we, as Taoists, have done so many ritual exercises and our minds are calm, it is natural to feel cool, but why is it still hot?

Master couldn't explain why, so he just laughed.

The little Taoist boy would be so angry that he would take the fan from the master's hand. Fortunately, the master was never angry.

At this time, after settling the little disciple who was always sunny after the rain, the middle-aged Taoist took out a Confucian elementary school book and showed it to the child.

The middle-aged viewer continued to look through the Legalist book on the table.

He had seen a sentence before, "Being in politics is like taking a bath. Even if you throw away your hair, you must do it."

He began to write annotations. To be precise, it was another annotation of reading experience. Because there was no place for writing on the page before, he had to take out the cheapest paper so that he could put it in it after he finished writing. .

The little Taoist boy didn't like reading very much. He used to like watching the master tell him the stories in the books. So he put down the book and walked to the master. He saw that the master was writing quickly and wrote some content that he couldn't understand. Standing on tiptoes, he looked at the open book, then turned to look at his master. The little Taoist boy asked curiously: "Master, what are you writing about?"

The middle-aged viewer put down the brush in his hand and placed it on his homemade woodcarving pen holder. He smiled and said: "I re-read a Legalist saying and felt something in my heart, so I wrote something so that I can read it next time and reflect on myself so that I can understand myself." Yesterday’s thoughts will be used to verify tomorrow’s thoughts. After repeated discussions and discussions, knowledge can be transformed from the books of sages and sages of hundreds of schools of thought into our own knowledge.”

The little Taoist boy said oh, but was still a little unhappy, and asked: "Master, we are not willing to cut down the tree, and we also want to be disliked by the neighbors. This is disgusted and that is disgusting. It seems that everything we do is wrong, like this When will this situation end? My senior brothers and I are so pitiful."

The middle-aged temple owner looked kind, smiled and apologized: "Don't blame the neighbors. If you have any resentment, just blame the master, because the master... doesn't know yet."

The little Taoist boy scratched his head. All the Taoists in Baiyun Temple wore square scarves and did not wear the hibiscus, fishtail and lotus flower crowns. The little Taoist boy said eagerly: "Then when will master know the answer to the problem?"

Although the master and the disciple said they "know", there was a huge difference, but the middle-aged temple master still sighed and said patiently: "I still don't know."

The little Taoist boy suddenly laughed and patted his master's arm. "Master, there's no rush. We're not in a hurry. Do you want me to rub your arm?"

The middle-aged Taoist finished annotating that sentence, thought for a while, and took out a Buddhist classic on the table, which contained nearly a hundred Buddhist koans. However, he did not open it in a hurry. He suddenly laughed and said: "Buddha is more responsible than me. Worry, Buddha doesn’t worry, why should I worry?”

The little Taoist boy suddenly said softly: "By the way, master, senior brother said that the rice vat has bottomed out."

The middle-aged temple leader nodded and said slowly: "I understand."

The little Taoist boy rolled his eyes.

Master does this every time. In the end, our Baiyunguan still managed to deal with it by tearing down the east wall and repairing the west wall.

But the little Taoist boy suddenly saw something strange. It seemed like a golden breeze came in from the window and opened the books on the table of the master. Then it seemed that the whole house was opened.

The little boy blinked hard and realized that he was dazzled.

It's just that the master closed his eyes and dozed off as if asleep. The master must have been too tired from reading, so the little Taoist boy tiptoed out of the house and closed the door gently.

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Chen Pingan raised his head and looked somewhere.

Pei Qian asked: "What's wrong?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "It's nothing."