Sword comes

Chapter 1039

There are many guests at a table, so we have to squeeze it.

Chen Ping sat between Xiao Mili and Chen Lingjun, Chen Qingliu and Xin Ji'an sat on a bench, Jing Hao and Bai Deng, poor Yinlu got in without knowing it, and managed to monopolize a bench.

Although Yinlu was uncomfortable, he couldn't force anyone to sit beside him. He could only see that the young man in white with the Taoist name Cao Jun was a Jade Realm Sword Immortal full of dragon spirit. The rest of Jinghao, especially It was the two guests from Luopo Mountain who arrived later, but Yinlu couldn't tell the depth. Since he couldn't see the other party's morality, it could explain the problem in itself. Yinlu knew how much he had.

Seeing Yinlu's embarrassing situation, Zheng Dafeng took the tray with both hands, and took the Taoist priest Xianwei to his seat. Yinlu still had a bit of eyesight, and hurriedly moved to the edge of the bench, letting the doorman in Taoist attire with a wooden hairpin sit on the table. In the middle, Xiaomi Li asked the good man, the mountain owner, Chen Ping smiled and nodded, the little girl in black stood up and started to work, Zheng Dafeng pushed the plate to Xiaomi Xiaomi, and she took out a handful of melon seeds from her sleeve and put them on the table. In the plate, he opened the cotton satchel, poured two packs of dried fish wrapped in oiled paper into the porcelain plate, and then Zheng Dafeng placed the plate in the middle of the table so that everyone could reach it.

Not to mention Haoran Tianxia, ​​in the entire world, there are not many who dare to treat guests like this.

Xiao Mo has persuaded Xie Gou to leave, to be precise, he dragged away the girl with the sable hat.

Don't think that Bai Jing is just bluffing, if you really want to fight, you will fight.

Chen Pingan and Xin Ji'an said with a smile: "Mr. Meiqin, let's drink tea here first, and then go up the mountain to drink later, the place will be spacious."

Xin Ji'an picked up the tea bowl and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's very comfortable."

Accustomed to the military life, coupled with his personality, Xin Ji'an has never been like a fairy teacher like Jinghao.

When Jinghao heard that "Mr. Meiqin" was called, she shook her hand as soon as she picked up the bowl, and her heartstrings tensed instantly.

There are hundreds if not thousands of scholars with the name of Haoran and the name "Meiqin", but who else can be a "Mr. Meiqin" who can travel with Chen Xianjun to the Lupo Mountain? !

Xin Ji'an glanced at Jing Hao, who had already guessed his identity, and said with a smile: "On the way here, my friend also talked to me about the ownership of Qinggong Mountain. I don't take it seriously. Of course, this is your housework. I am alone. Outsiders, there is no way to talk about it."

Chen Pingan smiled knowingly.

I remember that a sage in the Confucian Temple once commented on Xin Ji'an in this way, with praise and criticism in his words.

Handsome talent, sweeping the sky, but when he is wanton and unrestrained, no one dares to say that he is not at all.

To put it simply, when he is leading the army to fight and rule the country and the world, others should not make noise.

Chen Lingjun's mind was not on that elegant young monk, he was too busy winking with Chen Zhuoliu, good buddy, let's replace wine with tea and go one by one.

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

Xin Ji'an picked up the dried brook fish, chewed slowly, nodded, "It's delicious."

Millet scratched his face, smiled shyly, and pointed to the other dried brook fish on the plate, "Mr. Meiqin, as well as Li Dihu and Huang La Ding, they are all quite delicious."

Xin Ji'an narrowed his eyes and smiled, and really reached out to pick up two dried brook fish again, "Okay, I'll try them all."

Mi Li also squinted and smiled.

Chen Ping introduced with a smile: "Mr. Meiqin, her name is Zhou Mili, and she is the right guardian of Luopo Mountain."

Xin Ji'an nodded and said, "I heard from Zhuo Liu, it's very good, this is what the mountain should look like. Personal opinion."

Previously, Chen Qingliu specifically reminded Xin Ji'an that now he is a poor scholar from Beiju Luzhou, named Chen Zhuoliu, and when he arrives at Luopo Mountain, don't let fellow Daoist Jingqing get away with it.

Out of the corner of Jinghao's eyes, she noticed that Chen Lingjun, who had been grinning all the time, was getting more and more uncertain. Could it be that she didn't know the weight of "Meiqin" at all, was it because she didn't read enough and had a big heart, or did she know it and didn't care?After all, this little boy in Tsing Yi had brought too many surprises to Jinghao in just a few days, but Chen Lingjun seemed to confuse any normal person.

Chen Qingliu smiled and said: "Jing Qing, do you still remember that I told you that there is a friend named Xin who will introduce you to you in the future?"

Chen Lingjun, who had taken off his boots and sat cross-legged a long time ago, looked bewildered, "Huh?"

Damn, we've had so many drinks, we've talked so much, we've already forgotten it, and we can't talk nonsense that we remember it, aren't you embarrassing me?

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

"If you said that earlier, you'd understand. Remember, why don't you remember!"

Chen Lingjun slapped his knee, laughed loudly, and gave a thumbs up to Mr. Meiqin, "Brother Xin, there is a hand on the wine table, it's this!"

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

Xin Ji'an laughed and said, "Don't take it seriously if you drink too much."

Chen Lingjun laughed out loud, and raised one hand as if pushing the door, overjoyed, "Brother Chen also said that you can drink a lot, and once you got drunk by the side of the pine tree, you pushed the pine tree away with your hand, and pushed it for a long time... ..."

Xin Ji'an laughed dumbfounded.

As a result, the little boy in Tsing Yi was slapped by his master.

Chen Lingjun was upset, and immediately restrained his smile, "Brother Xin, I'm not kidding you. I can't control my mouth when I drink. Don't mind, my family doesn't talk about two things."

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

Chen Lingjun imitated his master and let out a sigh, "You don't understand now, Jianghu boy, we meet by chance, and hit it off right away, like drinking fine wine."

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

Chen Lingjun knew that he had said something wrong, so he quickly changed his words, turned his head and put his hands to cover his mouth, and said in a low voice, "Xiaomi Li, I will help you find ten riddles later."

Xiao Mi grinned and quickly lowered her head.

Xin Ji'an glanced at the Taoist Xianwei who was just drinking tea by himself, and then looked at Chen Ping'an.

Chen Pingan nodded slightly.

Jing Hao was speechless for a long time, the old monk had participated in thousands of ceremonies and banquets in his life, and he had never encountered such a ridiculous "drinking party".

On the opposite side of the table is the man who slays the dragon. Bai Deng is as close to the enemy as he is to the extreme, and he has not recovered until now.

Drinking tea at the same table with an enemy who "kills dragons where there are dragons in the world" is a situation that Bai Deng can't even imagine.

As for Yinlu, he didn't even know that he, the deputy city lord of the Xianzan City, and the Taoist Xianwei sitting next to him were the real masters of that Xianzan City, and even more so, the master of the lost Taoist hairpin.

After drinking tea, they were divided into two groups.

Chen Pingan and Xiaomi Li were in charge of taking Xin Ji'an around the mountain, and went to Jiling Peak in Zushan for a walk. As for Chen Qingliu, he followed Chen Lingjun to the nearby Jise Peak for a drink.

A white-haired boy never came to the table, but squatted at the gate of the mountain, took out a booklet, and began to record the date and so-and-so.

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

Xin Ji'an took the initiative to say: "This time the Confucian Temple is enshrining the Five Sacred Mountain Monarchs of Aquarius Continent. It is not the sub-sage, the literary sage, the leader of the Confucian Temple, the academy's sacrificial wine and their abbots, but the five disciples of the most holy master. Their current posture is a bit similar to yours now. One of them, who appeared with me in the wild world this time, is a beloved disciple of the most holy teacher who has made no secret of his partiality. And the one from beyond the sky , I heard from Chen Qingliu that you followed Li Sheng to stop the wild world, you may have met each other, a long time ago, he was the accountant of those ancient scholars, in addition to studying hard, he was also responsible for managing money and earning money. "

Chen Ping was stunned and nodded, "It was just a face-to-face meeting. At that time, the younger generation failed to recognize the identity of that sage."

If he had known the identity of the other party earlier, using Chen Lingjun's wine table jargon, it would be a few sentences high and low.

Previously on the barren land, where the aura was thin, there were two people living next to each other.

Before leaving the dojo, the bearded man took out an iron sword, a high crown, put on a Confucian shirt, and held the sword with the crown.

Xin Ji'an put together three thousand pieces for a while, took off a long sword from the wall, and rushed to the hinterland of the wilderness hand in hand with his friends.

Chen Pingan asked with a smile: "Mr. Meiqin, after drinking later, can I ask you for a copybook?"

Xin Ji'an shook his head and said, "Master Chen Shan, just drink."

Arriving at the Baiyu Square outside the Patriarch Hall of Jiling Peak, the mountains and rivers are picturesque, and Xin Ji'an leans on the railing to overlook the magnificent scene.

Xiao Mili noticed that the good man Shanzhu seemed to be waiting for something, and when that Mr. Meiqin moved away silently, the good man Shanzhu looked a little disappointed?

Understood, the good mountain master wants to fight poetry?

Oh, as Wei Shanjun said, the doggerel of the good man mountain master is a must!

They went along the mountain road to Jise Peak, Chen Pingan was embarrassed to take Xin Ji'an to his "study" of the bamboo building, Zhu Lian came forward to help the mountain owner entertain the rare guests.

The wind passed through the courtyard, and the iron horses under the eaves seemed to be neighing.

Xin Ji'an, who said earlier that he didn't drink alcohol, said with a straight face after the old cook in an apron brought out a few plates of appetizers, that he didn't need the immortal wine from the mountains, but local roasted rice from the market would do.

Except for the millet grains that were eating melon seeds, everyone was slightly drunk, Xin Ji'an asked with a smile: "The content of that copybook, is it to search old words from old papers, or improvise new words?"

Chen Pingan was a little embarrassed.

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

It's just a small matter of grabbing an extra blank rice paper.

After all, Xin Ji'an was still not familiar with the temper of the second innkeeper of the wine shop, so he said to himself, "Then the old word is fine."

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

Xin Ji'an asked doubtfully, "Which sentence?"

Chen Ping smiled and looked at Xiaomi Mili, and made a gesture of holding a cup in one hand and twisting his wrist in the other, like a riddle, Xiaomi Li knew the answer after thinking about it for a while, and immediately raised his hand, "I know, I know, the good mountain master hopes that the beautiful Mr. Qin write down a sentence, only six words!"

Xin Ji'an, the dragon in the word.

I have written too many wonderful words that are popular among the people, which can be heroic or graceful.

Xiao Mi Li moistened her throat, straightened her waist and gave the answer loudly: "Looking at the sword while drunk!"

Xin Ji'an was silent for a moment, then said with a smile: "Then please trouble Mr. Zhu to cook two more dishes and bring two more jugs of wine."

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Chen Lingjun was in good spirits, and brought old and new friends to drink in his own house, a rare opportunity.

Before climbing the mountain, have a heart-to-heart talk with Zheng Dafeng, and trouble him to say something nice to Wei Shanjun, and ask for a few altars of immortal home brewed wine. while buying.Brother Dafeng is usually unreliable, but he is still very reliable at critical moments. He nodded and agreed, saying that he will take the burden and deliver it to Uncle Chen in person, guaranteeing that it is all good wine, and it must be treasured by the Piyunshan Rites Many years of brewing on the mountain.

It means that there are friends present, otherwise Chen Lingjun would have to pat our brother Dafeng's legs and rub his shoulders.

Walking on the mountain road, Chen Lingjun's sleeves flew up.

Chen Lingjun was so happy seeing Chen Zhuoliu, and took pictures from time to time

He patted Chen Zhuoliu's sleeve, tsk tsk, this tendon is so strong, Brother Dafeng said it well, the young man has strong firepower, and his butt can make big cakes.

I just don’t know that Brother Chen, who was in the same family 500 years ago, has not found a wife now. I guess it’s unlikely. He has no money in his pocket, and his waist is not strong. The little girl is okay, she is not very popular in the mountains.Unless... looks like Chief Zhou and Mi Jianxian?As for the old cook, it is normal for them to be beaten and single.

Although they are all friends, deep in Chen Lingjun's heart, there is still a clear distinction between closeness and distance.

Chen Zhuoliu, brother Jia, Bai busy, the water god brother Yujiang, Jidu Longting Marquis Li Yuan and others, they are all Chen Lingjun's best friends.

As for Senior Jing and Fellow Daoist Bai Deng, after all, they just met each other, and it still depends on how they drink at the table, and they see people's hearts outside the table for a long time, no matter what, the more they drink, the more friends they have.

Chen Qingliu squinted at Jing Hao who was walking on Chen Lingjun's right, and smiled from his heart: "We meet again."

This Jing Hao still has a bit of a brain, knowing that she took the initiative to come here to pay a visit to Chen Lingjun.

Jing Hao didn't dare to reveal her relationship with Chen Xianjun on the mountain, so she could only reply from her heart: "I never thought that I could meet Chen Xianjun again here, and I am more happy than happy."

Chen Qingliu twitched the corners of his mouth, seeing how unpleasant this fellow was, he began to sprinkle salt on Jing Hao's wound, "It's all right to give up on the left and right, he Chen Ping'an is just a little Nascent Soul of the tenth realm now , What kind of violence with you, a cultivator in the Ascension Realm, is still respectful and far away, hehe, the realm is not high, and the tone is so loud, can you bear it?"

Jing Hao hesitated to speak.

I really want to tell the truth, senior, I can do it.

Jiankai Tuoyueshan, a city engraver in his forties.

Not to mention being a Yuanying, Chen Pingan has completely lost his cultivation, and I, Jinghao, are in other people's territory, and listening to a few yin and yang strange words is nothing.

Chen Qingliu sneered, "It's just that there are two more Ascension-level Sword Cultivators from the Monster Race around you, what are you afraid of? You didn't take the initiative to provoke Luopo Mountain, so don't they dare to kill you with a single sword? It's really a rule of the Confucian Temple Is it a decoration? Why, I have been lying on the mountain for a long time, and I have cultivated a tortoise method, and I can shrink my head when I can?"

Jing Hao remained silent.

I'm afraid that if I speak up, if I speak a little harshly, Chen Xianjun will turn around and sell himself, so I really don't have to leave Luopo Mountain today.

I couldn't believe it before, but now that Chen Xianjun's words have revealed the truth, Jing Hao's heart trembled, and it turned out to be two Ascension Realm, Sword Cultivator!

The key point is that they are still from the wild monster clan.

It must be known that the Great Ascension Realm Demon in the Wild Desolation and the other Ascension Realm cultivators in the world must not be treated in the same way. This is a recognized fact on the mountain.

Jing Hao glanced at the little boy in Tsing Yi beside her, thanks to this, she had the chance to go up the mountain.

Unable to participate in the discussion of the Zhongtu Confucian Temple, but able to drink a glass of wine in the Luopo Mountain, if this spreads, the reputation of Qinggong Mountain can be restored a lot.

Chen Lingjun noticed the expressions of Chen Zhuoliu and Jinghao, and asked suspiciously, "Sneaky, what are you talking about?"

Chen Qingliu laughed and said, "Have the guts to chat casually with Old Immortal Master Jing, for fear that if something is wrong, if you accidentally touch Senior's nilin, you will get angry with me."

Jinghao is aware of suffering but can't say it.

Only Chen Lingjun, who was kept in the dark, was still trying to smooth things over there, trying to persuade: "Don't be like this, we are all friends. We haven't even served the table yet, and you say such hurtful words? This is not good, listen Mine, hold back, open up the conversation after drinking, there is no seniority at the wine table."

At the same time, the little boy in Tsing Yi reminded Chen Zhuoliu from his heart, "What's the matter, didn't I tell you about the identity and background of Master Jing before? With your level of cultivation, don't speak bluntly in front of seniors like Jinghao. Ascendant cultivators have their own tempers, listen to me, don't speak so aggressively."

Chen Qingliu said from the bottom of his heart: "I thought I had a mountaintop monk like Jinghao as a friend, but I forgot about an old friend like me who would be ashamed to go out for a drink."

Chen Lingjun couldn't stand this the most, and was a little annoyed. He stared and said in his heart, "Why don't you tell me what to do? You're the only one who talks too much bullshit! I'll punish myself for three bowls later, remember to keep up!"

After hesitating for a moment, Chen Lingjun was still worried that Chen Zhuoliu had a bad temper, liked bookishness, could not control his mouth, and was easy to suffer.

"I know how difficult it is to wander around the rivers and lakes by yourself. I also know that you are not very capable, and you are the best face!"

"So there are some hypocritical things. If you want me to do you a favor, I will help you arrange a place to stay in Beiyue territory, such as your genealogy and identity. After the buddies separated, I still saved some over the years, you take all of it, I agreed in advance, I will divide it into two shares, one for you, and the other for the same good brother to keep in vain. I don't have many friends, and I don't have much money in my pocket and I like to act like a master, and you two are the only ones."

"Don't think I talk too much, and don't be embarrassed. The iron-clad friendship between the two of us is there, so if you encounter difficulties, I will give you both. It’s enough to save money again, and it’s not bad for him to keep a snowflake. If the money is not enough, I’ll borrow it from someone. To put it bluntly, I’m on the Luoluo Mountain side, and I don’t care who I borrow money from. It's all trivial things in one sentence, and you don't need to owe favors or favors. Wei Shanjun of Piyun Mountain is the one who likes to hold night banquets. With me, he is only a good buddy who cut off chicken heads and burned yellow paper. You yourself Let’s talk about it, since my money is your money, money or something, is it a thing? Surely it’s nothing.”

"Also, I'm just saying that if you encounter something that can't be solved with money, don't hide it from me today. It's not worth it. Look down on me. Just send a word, and I will accompany you to leave Luoluo Mountain Even if you go to Luzhou in Beiju, it doesn’t matter. I have a lot of friends on the mountain over there, and they are all good. I used to think that you are a high-minded guy. No matter how poor you are, you are still a scholar. You are noble in your bones. , I might not like to hear these things, so I don't want to show you the kindness that can scare people when you say it."

Speaking of this, Chen Lingjun patted the arm of his friend around him lightly, hesitated for a moment, and said softly: "I know that no matter how good the relationship is with someone, I will still feel uncomfortable in my heart. Maybe it's just that the relationship is better, and it's even more uncomfortable. It's okay, we'll have a good drink when we get to the wine table later."

Chen Lingjun felt that he was not a fool, nor did he really encounter difficulties. With the stubborn temper of a poor man like Chen Zhuoliu, he would never travel thousands of miles across continents to meet him at Luopo Mountain.

No matter how others are, anyway, Chen Lingjun has always felt that the most difficult thing in the world is to ask a friend for a favor, which will make the friend feel embarrassed.

Chen Qingliu smiled and stretched out his hand to press the boy in Tsing Yi's head.

Chen Lingjun slapped the guy's palm off, and said angrily: "I'm here with you, and I'm almost moved by talking about it. You're fine, no big or small, you're looking for a drink."

"Why aren't you moved, brother, I am also very moved."

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

Bai Deng, who only dared to silently follow behind them, was swinging his legs at this moment. This boy in Tsing Yi really dared to talk. Does he really not know how the word "death" is written?

Chen Qingliu noticed the change in his heart, turned his head and smiled and said, "Little guy, do you want to meet your ancestors so much?"

Bai Deng was dripping with sweat, speechless.

As the descendant of the dragon, he had to drink at the same table with a dragon slayer.

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

Pushing open the never-locked door of the house, Chen Lingjun led a few friends to sit down at the wine table in the main hall, and soon Zheng Dafeng picked up a load of wine, accompanied by a girl in a pink skirt carrying a pastry box and a fruit basket .

Chen Nuanshu and everyone gave a blessing, put the cakes and fruits on the table, and said: "Immortal masters, wait for a while, and the wine and dishes will be delivered right away."

Chen Lingjun was embarrassed.

Chen Nuanshu glanced at Chen Lingjun, and said softly, "Treat your guests well."

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

Apart from the old cook, Chen Nuanshu's culinary skills are not bad on Luopi Mountain, besides, she even learned a few special dishes from the old cook.

The nimble Chen Nuanshu went to the kitchen of his own house, and quickly brought a big food box with seven or eight kinds of wine and vegetables, all of which were delicious in color, fragrance and taste.

Leaving the house, she gently closed the door.

Soon the drinking started inside, and the loud voice of the boy in Tsing Yi was loud, and it seemed that he was fighting with his friends.

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

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

Chen Nuanshu shook his head lightly, and said with a smile: "It's rare for him to be busy with business, so why would he be angry?"

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

Chen Nuanshu raised his eyebrows, bit his lips, "Don't bother with him!"

On the other side of the wine table, after three bowls of self-punishment, Chen Lingjun was already standing on the stool, shaking his hands, "Brother, my heart is connected with me."

Chen Qingliu shook his hand, laughed and said, "I'm brainstorming with my brother."

"I'm afraid that my brother will have a hard time. If my brother is beaten, I won't do anything."

Jing Hao and Bai Deng could only stare beside them while listening to these nonsense wine talk.

Chen Lingjun and Chen Qingliu began to fight in the small town dialect. Hello brothers, five chiefs, Liu Liushun...

Chen Xianjun in the green shirt, looked around at a loss for books and swords, but couldn't do anything, and paid millions of things to two or three cups.

For three thousand years, a sword crossed the sky, flew across the vast Dongting, and then passed through the ancient Shu Wanqing Mountains, and came here again, not to kill the dragon, but to get drunk with the best friends, and the wine battle will compete!

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On the border between Yuzhou and Hongzhou, on an official road leading to Yuzhang County, three plainly decorated carriages are not conspicuous.

In the middle of a carriage, Emperor Song He and Empress Song Mian were both wearing casual clothes and sitting side by side in the carriage. She lifted the curtain from time to time to enjoy the scenery along the way.

In the last carriage, Zhao You, the Minister of the Ministry of Punishment, and Li Baozhen, the first official of the Weaving Bureau of Yuzhou who came halfway, came from Sipin.

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

Li Baozhen smiled and said, "Only in your light can I sit and drive."

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

Li Baozhen clicked his tongue.

Zhao Yao laughed it off, although the relationship between the two parties was close, they still had to say a few words in officialdom.

They are real old acquaintances, they are all children of a wealthy family in Fulu Street, Huaihuang County, not considered peers in the strict sense, at least the two sides are not different in seniority.

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

Li Baozhen said in his heartfelt voice: "I heard that Yuan Zhengding will lead the great court meeting in the capital and propose to move the capital?"

If Dali really moved its capital to Luojing, its current accompanying capital, it would be a real blow to a certain feudal lord who is now living in the wilderness.

Salary is drawn.

Shujian Lake's first Lord Hu is Xia Fan, who was born as a hero of the Dali court, and Wu Guanqi, the assistant officer, who was in charge of the intelligence collection and arrangement of the Dali court in the middle of Yizhou. Colleagues of similar authority.The Dali Song Clan is generally recognized as having three officialdoms, the capital and localities formed the Shanxia Dynasty, the gods from all walks of life constituted the second officialdom, and the third officialdom was the Kiln Supervision and Construction Office of Longquan County, Yuzhou Weaving Bureau, and Hongzhou Logging The courts are institutions with low-ranking chief officials, but every chief official is a well-deserved eye of the emperor.

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

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

Li Baozhen leaned the back of his head against the wall of the car, and pointed at Zhao Yao, "You bastard, you like to talk in your stomach since you were a child."

In terms of official career and prosperity, Li Baozhen, who is a fourth-rank official, is naturally far inferior to Zhao Yao, a fellow countryman who was promoted by His Majesty to be the servant of the Ministry of Punishment.

The younger generation who have gone out of the town, not to mention the practice of being a god on the mountain, but the one who is the most important official is Zhao Yao.

But if we only talk about the territory of Yuzhou, the biggest officials are of course Lord Inspector and General Yuzhou. Neither of them can control the Weaving Bureau and Li Baozhen, but Li Baozhen and the Weaving Bureau can make the military and government officials who are in charge of the frontiers sleep uneasy.

Because Yuzhou is an important military town and a place that must be contested by military strategists, Cao Mao, the general of Yuzhou, is also in charge of the military affairs of Hongzhou next door.

Cao Mao is not qualified to ride in a car at this moment, so he can only follow a group of monks accompanying the army and ride horses to clear the way ahead.

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

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

The empress asked in a low voice, "Where is Yu Yu?"

Song He patted the back of her hand with a smile, and comforted him: "Don't worry, this elder of your family just looks weak and can't speak properly. The military master behind the scenes?"

In the leading carriage, a woman and a girl sat opposite each other, and the little girl kept looking at the beads on the woman's hand.

The lady who is the empress dowager of a country, with a graceful demeanor, didn't care about it, raised her white lotus-like wrist, shook her bracelet, and asked with a smile: "Recognize?"

The girl shook her head, and said something strange, "You have to pretend you don't know each other, even if you haven't met."

Nan Zan was very aware of this little girl's character, she looked carefree, but in fact she was in trouble, so she continued to ask: "There is no such thing in Yu's family collection, and there is no such thing in our B-character treasure house in Dali?"

The Yu family of Shangzhu State, in the officialdom of Dali, does not show its mountains and dews. In name, it only manages the local official silk and tea affairs. In the history of the family, there is neither a name nor a famous general.

However, leaving aside the three surnames of Yuan Caoguan in the first tier, who don't mention face, only talk about the background and the inside, the Yu family is actually similar to the Zhao family in Tianshui and the Zizhaoyan family, and the Fufengqiu family and the Ma family in Poyang are not as good as the Yu family, but these The inside story is really just the inside story. Few Dali officials dare to say that they have figured out the context and depth of it.

As for the B-character treasure house of the Dali Imperial Court, it is a heavily guarded forbidden place, and even with the status of a woman, let alone entering it, it is forbidden to ask someone to inquire.

Yu Yu's face was complicated, and he shook his head vigorously, "There is no way, Cui Guoshi beat us a few times, and no one is allowed to use this thing, otherwise even the memory of this life will be erased and he will become an idiot. According to Yuan Huajing, Earlier, there was a poor bastard who didn’t listen to persuasion, a veteran of the earthly branch monks, my senior, because he found a bead in private, and then he was cleaned up by Cui Guoshi himself, and he ended up miserable.”

The little girl patted the waist tag with the word "Xu", "It was originally his thing, and I belonged to fill in the vacancy. If he didn't commit the crime without knowing it, I might still be learning female red embroidery at home."

Nan Zan pretended to hear about this for the first time, and said with a smile: "You are a military monk, even if you don't replace this person's position as an earthly branch, you will go to Zhenwu Mountain or Fengxue Temple to practice Taoism."

Nan Zan joked: "The position of our national teacher in Dali has been vacant for several years now, so you don't have to be so nervous, not to mention that Cui Guoshi has always valued you a lot, and has very high hopes for you."

The little girl sighed, and said pitifully: "In the officialdom, of course, I understand the principle of one emperor and one courtier, but the problem is that Cui Guoshi is gone, and he still has a senior official who has returned home in fine clothes. Empress Dowager, don't you?" You know, the few of us were taught a few lessons to the death by the hidden official in the capital, and each of us was treated miserably by him, it was too horrible to look at, and now we all have psychological shadows!"

Nan Zan's face paled in an instant, not because Yu Yu's words were rebellious and violated some official taboo, but now when the woman hears the name of the hermit official, she has a headache.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Yu Yu immediately shut up obediently.

Nan Zan subconsciously stroked the beads on her hand lightly, her face was cloudy and uncertain.

Yu Yu knew that Chen Pingan had walked into the palace, but what happened, even if she was a monk of the Earthly Branch lineage, was still unknown.

There is a science in being able to pretend you don't know something you shouldn't know.

The last time Chen Pingan brought Xiaomo into the palace to meet the Empress Dowager Nanzan in order to ask "Lu Jiang" for the piece of natal porcelain.

At that time, the woman was wearing this string of bracelets made in secret on the mountain, and each bead was a priceless "spiritual rhinoceros bead".And this kind of orb, because it can remind people of the memories of the previous life, one is the same as the last life, and the Qi practitioner sits with concentration, rubs this bead according to the Taoist formula, and calms the mind with one grain, so that one can understand the spirit and transcend the restrictions of time and time. The body is like a colorful phoenix with wings, and the mind is flying in a time picture album that records the picture scroll of the past life. For the scenes with deep memories in the previous life, the picture scroll will be colorful, which is no different from the truth. The color fades accordingly, the memory is blurred, and the picture is dry and inkless, leaving only the outline.

Nan Zan sighed faintly, and forced out a smiling face, but when she thought of leaving Beijing this time, it was very likely that she would meet that bitch of Niping Lane who was rampant when he gained power, and her face became gloomy again.

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

The purpose is to be able to disband some of the ancestors who have passed away, and do not hesitate to find a needle in a haystack to find this life from the vast world of mortals, and then take them back to the mountain to renew their fate. If they can remember the memory of the previous life, they will naturally get twice the result with half the effort on the way of practice.Jiang Zhaomo from Baiyujing Ziqi Building and Yu Xin from Tongyezong are all in this situation.

Therefore, the Lingxi Orb has always been a rare existence with a price but no market. Once it appears in the world, monks must fight for it.Therefore, this kind of treasure on the mountain, no matter who keeps it in their hands, is prepared for any danger, and it will definitely not be useless.Because those fairy mansions that don’t have such things in their own treasury, no matter whether they have no fate or no money, when they urgently need a Consonance Orb to help a certain "Patriarch" to enlighten, they have to ask the sect that has the Consonance Orb. The importance of incense on the mountain.

As for Nanzan's bracelet, there are as many as twelve Lingxi beads strung together.Except for the few used by her, most of the other orbs containing memories were previously wiped away by the squire with the dao name "Strange" next to Chen Ping'an with a fierce sword light, and became... waste.

But Nanzan was also not sure about it. It seemed that although the two Lingxi beads were equally dim, they seemed to be restricted by a kind of sword technique performed by that "stranger"?

With a precious orb, what I remember is only a part of the personnel and affairs of the previous life, and those are relatively unforgettable and clear-cut pictures. , naturally will not forget, so this move can become a mountaineering shortcut without sequelae.

The old driver who drove the Empress Dowager Dali all these years reminded him with his heart: "Be careful of the demons you encounter at the bottleneck of the Nascent Soul Realm. If it is really the one named Chen, you will never even think about entering the Jade Raw Realm in this life." .”

The real identity of the old coachman is an ancient god, the chief officer of the Thunder Division.

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

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

The old man said: "It's nothing, it's a sentence written in a novel of gods, demons and ghosts. I saw it, and I think it makes sense. It was very popular in the market at the foot of the mountain in the early years, and the price was cheap. This landscape travel diary is poor."

Nanzan resisted the urge to curse.

Yu Yu turned into that silly look again.

Sensing the dignified atmosphere in the carriage, Nanzan cleared up her complicated thoughts, and asked seemingly casually, "Yu Yu, you all searched for suitable treasures from the secret library of the word B. If I remember correctly, are there any problems?" The Punishment Department of the brand enshrines the monks, and they can exchange treasures with the Punishment Department for equivalent value by virtue of their military merits. The officials of the Punishment Department all choose from the C-word treasure house that is piled up with various natural materials and earth treasures, but the rank is relatively low?"

It stands to reason that there must be a more hidden "A" character library.

Yu Yu looked playfully, looking at the empress dowager.

Nan Zan knew that she had made a slip of the tongue, "Pretend I didn't ask."

Yu Yu grinned, "Empress Dowager, there is nothing you can't say about this matter, and there is no taboo. Cui Guoshi once told me that if someone asks me in person in the future, I will tell her the answer."

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

Yu Yu pointed to himself, then to the woman, and then gave the answer, "The Jiazi library of the Great Li Dynasty is me, it is you, it is us, it is all the monks of the earthly branch lineage, and it is the place where the empress dowager resides." The members of the Dali Song Clan are the genealogical monks on all the mountains, the gods of mountains and rivers, and even more..."

Pausing for a moment, the little girl had firm eyes, and said in a deep voice: "It records in detail every yellow book of the household registration of the Dali Dynasty, and every ordinary person of the Dali Dynasty. It is a detailed record of every fish scale book of the cadastre, every One inch of Dali Mountains and Rivers land."

Nanzan is silent.

Yu Yu smiled, exhaled lightly, and the girl began to close her eyes and meditate.

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

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Piyun Mountain, a reading place with dense pine shade, the tiger Wei Bo closed the heavy booklet, rested his chin with one hand, and lightly tapped the golden earring with his thumb, hesitating about making himself a god.

One of the vassal hilltops of Luopo Mountain, the Sword Worship Platform, Xiao Mo was a little relieved, Xie Gou was whispering with the white-haired boy who was the score editor, and Guo Zhujiu, whom they regarded as the leader of the alliance, as if they were together Discuss important matters.As for the provocation at the mountain gate, Xie Gou had completely forgotten about it, as if nothing happened.Xiaomo's heart moved slightly, and he walked away.

In the capital city of Dali, a young monk named Zeng Ye, the head of the Wudao faction at a young age, planned to follow Mr. Chen's instructions in the letter, and first go to a fairy inn that is said to report his name without spending money. , and then go to the alley outside Ren Yun Yi Yun Building to find a pair of masters and apprentices named Liu Jia and Zhao Duanming.

At the old cook's house, after drinking, Chen Pingan, who was staggering after drinking, quietly left Luoba Mountain with only Xiao Mo, and came to the ancestral house in Niping Lane in the small town.