Sword comes

Chapter 1043 Who is 3 feet above the head

Chen Pingan thought he knew the temperament of Emperor Song He quite well, so even if the other party came to the village school in person, it was not a surprise, but a sense of reason. It's just that I didn't expect that Song He and his party would just stay like this. Look at the posture, since you, Chen Pingan, said that you want to consider that matter at the dinner table, then we will wait for your definite answer, and wait for you to think about it. Let's talk.This is not a rogue thing.

At the beginning, Chen Pingan didn't know about this matter. He had eaten before, and it was just delivered to the door. He only thought that Song He and the others would go to the county town or Yanzhou prefecture to settle down.

The residence has been roughly settled. Of course, Yu Mian and Yu Yu are busy. The governor Pei Tong and the general Chu Liang have returned to their respective official offices, and the servant Zhao Yao has also left. Song He is walking alone in the village. The thin ones are all yellow mud houses, while the richer ones have white walls and black tiles. There is a courtyard where four waters return to the hall. The village is paved with long bluestone slabs. The wheels and hooves were rubbed extremely brightly, and the moonlight shone even brighter.

Most of a village has one surname, and the elderly and children are all arranged according to their seniority. A certain word in the middle of the name is the seniority.

After Song He went out, he hadn't walked a few steps, and he was barked by the dog more than once. To be honest, Song He was really a little bit scared in his heart. He was afraid that he would be bitten by a dog, so he couldn't talk to the dog. Fight, go back to meet people with a limp, but it will be embarrassing.

Walking and walking, Song He, who was indeed a bit frightened, laughed at himself while looking around, and then Song He saw Chen Pingan, who was smoking dry cigarettes with a few old men at the head of the village, wearing a green shirt and a long coat. The teacher, with a relaxed attitude, crossed his legs, revealing a mille-soled cloth shoe, tilted his head slightly, slanted his shoulders, listened to the idle days of the old people, and nodded with a smile from time to time. It seems that although Chen Pingan I am an outsider, but I can chat with the locals very well.

Farther away, there were some women and girls chatting with their parents about trivial matters. Song He only glanced at them from a distance, and found that there were a few young girls among them who were quite concerned about the elegant teacher.

Seeing Song He's figure, Chen Ping took a puff of dry smoke. After all, he is an emperor, and he is not generous in doing things. He should be picking up pork strips from other people's beams on New Year's Eve to collect debts. ?

Seeing this scene, Song He held back his laughter and sat silently beside Chen Pingan. The so-called bench was actually a long wooden plank placed on top of two stacks of blue bricks. Poor His Majesty, half of his butt was hanging in the air.

Chen Pingan had to move his position to make room for Song He.

Song He couldn't understand the local dialect here, so Chen Pingan helped to explain. It turned out that they were talking about an important matter. An old man in the village passed away yesterday. According to the local customs, it is not allowed to enter the village ancestral hall to set up a mourning hall. The old man's juniors were not happy, and threatened that if the ancestral hall was not opened again, they would break in tonight, and they would break in even if anyone dared to stop it.

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

Chen Ping shook his head and said with a smile: "One side is filial piety, and the other side is custom. How can this kind of thing be solved, but there is no way to solve it."

A barefoot boy caught a strange fish with two long beards and a huge head from the black mud pond where praying for rain was very effective. It was golden in color and as long as an arm of an adult. Inside the fish basket.

Passing by the village, Chen Ping glanced at the fish basket, called out the boy's name, and waved.

The young man walked towards Chen Pingan quickly, and called Mr. Chen.

Chen Pingan nodded with a smile, and then took the bamboo stick in his hand to poke the fish basket. The young man glanced at Song He beside Chen Pingan, and mistakenly thought that his husband was going to entertain guests tonight. He would open a small stove and have a supper together. What.The boy took off the fish basket from his waist without hesitation and handed it to Mr. Chen.

Chen Ping waved his hand, and spoke in a local language that Song He couldn't understand. The young man was stunned for a while, looked at Chen Ping, nodded vigorously, fixed the fish basket again, and ran away.

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

Chen Pingan did not give an answer immediately, but just lifted the cigarette stick, pointed to a distant hilltop, and told Song He about the effect of praying for rain in the black mud pond. There is a faint golden line on the back of the capital. Chen Pingan pointed to the mountain behind him with a cigarette stick, saying that the place is the highest, and the local people call it Xiaotianlong, which is a saying passed down from generation to generation.

Song He is a serious person. If you want to talk about legends and legends, as the king of a country in the Great Li Dynasty, you have heard a lot, let alone seen it. To rest your feet, you need to imprison yourself in a place, and how many years will you fly clouds and rain, so that you can make up for your mistakes?"

Chen Ping smiled and said: "It's all the sayings that have been passed down from generation to generation here. It's hard to say whether it's true or not. If I knew you would ask this question, I would have asked Lu Chen to get to the bottom of it and asked him to help deduce it. Deduction."

Song He stabilized his mind, and asked softly, "Headmaster Lu has been here?"

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

Song He suddenly realized in his heart that the disappearance of Zhu Lu, the assistant officer of the weaving bureau in the previous team, was probably inseparable from the head teacher of Bai Yu Jinglu.

Song He asked curiously: "Did Mr. Chen persuade the young man to let go of the fish? Is it some kind of emphasis on cultivating Taoism on the mountain?"

Chen Pingan explained with a smile: "In fact, this has nothing to do with the mountains. It is an old saying in my hometown. It is indeed a bit taboo in it. You have to believe this if you rely on mountains to eat mountains, and you can rely on water to eat water. What do you believe? Many things, only after going out, found that they are all the same. For example, in my hometown and here, whoever goes up the mountain and catches the stone frog along the stream, and the first one he catches will break a leg and release it. , cannot be taken home."

Song He said: "Is it a way to pay respect to the mountain god?"

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

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

Chen Pingan remained silent, swallowing the clouds.

The hometown dialect and the local dialect also have a mysterious and unreasonable similarity. Whenever they talk about the seasons and climate, whether it is hot or cold, the villagers will be used to saying a sentence in the dialect, with three words at the beginning or at the end.

The tone was not complaining, at most helpless, looked up at the sky, and sighed.

Peasants who face the fields and back to the sky, when the season is good and the year is good, it is naturally a blessing from God.

Song He obviously endured the heavy smoke here.

Chen Ping put away the cigarette stick, said goodbye to those old people, and took Song He for a walk outside the village.

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

Chen Pingan said: "That man is a very nice man. He is the father of a boy from a village school. His family is relatively poor. He is a mason. There are old and young, and he is willing to do any work that can earn money. He carries trees and burns charcoal to raise silkworms. Picking tea, doing everything, not able to drink, but also likes to drink, and the quality of the wine is not good, I just advised him to be a little more restrained at the wine table, don't drink too aggressively, and drink a few glasses first when he is at the wine table Yes, I can't stop it, if I drink too much, I will go crazy and dare to say anything."

"I just made a joke, saying that you are not a drinker, but a drinker. Fortunately, he didn't get angry when he heard it."

"Advise him again at the wine table, don't always talk about other people's wrongs and bad things. People in a village, if you don't look up and look down, maybe even the whispers under the quilt will be heard by the wall, let alone this kind of person. Talking at the wine table, you don’t need a few drunken words, you will hate others, and you will be held hostage in vain. After a long time, if the generation of the same generation does not speak, the next generation will suffer.”

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

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

Don't talk about anything else, just talk about drinking, including Chen Pingan himself, really learn a lot from Jing Qing, at the wine table, I think everyone is great, they are all the world's first heroes.

The key is to be sincere.

Because Chen Lingjun's drinking words are what is in his heart.

Song He himself said a truth: "As the saying goes, 'The room is based on anger, and the market is based on color.' It is possible to know the sound based on the ears, and it is possible to know the shape based on the eyes. However, the way to know must wait for the heavenly officials It should be classified according to its category, and then it can be done. The name is not fixed, it is appropriate to make an appointment, and it is called appropriate when the convention is established, and it is not appropriate if it is different from the agreement."

Chen Ping smiled and nodded.

Song He is changing his way of saying good things about his husband.

Song He showed some nostalgia, looked ahead, and said softly: "Mr. once told me that there was a very talented monk of the Vinaya sect. Before he became a monk, he said two very good words, saying that the virtue of the world is superior to others. Those who have a peaceful mind see people's strengths and weaknesses, so they agree with many people. Those with low morals have a proud heart, and see people's good and bad things. The road gets wider and wider, and the latter will only get narrower."

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

Chen Ping's hand holding the cigarette rod went around behind him, tapped his back lightly, nodded, and said with a smile: "It's still His Majesty's reasoning, more knowledgeable, more refined."

Song He said: "These are the teachings of the master."

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

Song and Yuemo felt that the atmosphere and timing of the walk tonight were good, so they began to meet each other honestly, expressing their inner thoughts, "Literati and refined scholars like to say that the world is impermanent, and only the idler is the master. To be honest, I Traveling south, the original intention was to stop at the logging yard in Yuzhang County, Hongzhou. The reason why I changed my way to come here was impulsive. I was afraid that Mr. Chen would be too disappointed with our Dali Dynasty. Dare to remind Pei Tong of Yunzhou and Wu Yuan of Chuzhou that these big officials who seem to be officials in the frontier under Mr. Chen's nose, are afraid that they will make extra troubles and superfluous, and if they are seen through, they will only cause bigger jokes. I On the way here, I saw plum trees by the bridge and riverside. I parked there. I was in a daze for a while. I was afraid of Mr. Chen’s current state of mind. What would Dili do to me? Just thinking about it again, If it's really a plum blossom in the ancient stream, the road is far away and the mountains are romantic, wait for the bright moon to come to find me... that's fine. Even if I get shut up at Mr. Chen's side, I have a clear conscience."

Instead of expressing any approval, Chen Ping made an inch of progress, and joked half-truthfully, "Oh? So you have a clear conscience?"

Song He was dumbfounded for a moment.

Why do you feel that you are not as good as a country villager with poor wine quality, so that Mr. Chen can be patient and pay attention to his words?

Chen Ping said with a smile: "An inch of time is worth an inch of gold. Who are you talking about such a good truth? I am afraid that if scholars can listen to it, it is already very good."

Song He had an illusion, as if he had returned to his teenage years, listening to the mentor who served as the national teacher, leading him to walk in the streets of the capital, and talking about any people and things he encountered.

On the wine table here, Chen Pingan once heard a sentence.

"There is no name in life."

When the old man said this, he neither drank too much alcohol nor complained, but his tone was indifferent and his expression was calm.

Song He said apologetically, "I'm a soft-hearted person, please don't mind Mr. Chen."

Song He is still worried about his wife making her own decisions, because the matter of the string of Lingxi beads made Chen Pingan unhappy.

Furthermore, it was Queen Song Mian's opinion that they stayed here this time.It's just that Song He didn't mention this kind of thing on Chen Ping's side.

Chen Pingan turned to look at Song He.

It's not polite words, it's from the heart.

Yes.I think that all the espionage on the Great Wall of Sword Qi was handled by senior brother Cui Chan himself, and he did not pretend to be anyone else.

As long as the emperor knows a little bit of news about the Sword Qi Great Wall, he will not say such things tonight.

Heh, in the entire Great Wall of Sword Qi back then, don't care about the reputation of the hermit official in the summer resort and the second innkeeper of the wine shop, just say that he and Ning Yao, one is Gu family, the other is understanding, which one doesn't give thumbs up, and the wife is strict?Nothing!

I remember once eating hot pot with Senior Song, chili and wine, the boy's face turned red from drinking,

It is inevitable for a man to be liked or admired by all kinds of women after he has power, power and money, and it is his true ability to be able to hold on to it.

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

I think when I was young, when I wandered the rivers and lakes, there were never fewer Yingyingyanyans around me, and I just relied on my righteousness to dissipate my fat and powder.

"Marry a wife and marry a virtuous man."

Chen Ping smiled and said, "Your Majesty is very lucky."

If it wasn't for a certain detail, Chen Ping'an had temporarily changed his mind.I don't care what your majesty the emperor or the general governor is. After drinking tea, you can see off the guests.

Absolutely would not leave Song and his party to eat that meal.

And if it wasn't for Queen Yu Mian handing over the hand bracelet, let Queen Mother Nanzan come to the school to try it out by herself?Let's see if Chen Pingan will let Xiaomo remove the ban on swordsmanship?

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

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "A man who has a family and lives a life, don't make it difficult for his wife all the time."

"All the conflicts between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, if one day they become irreconcilable, in the final analysis, it must be that man, who is unreliable, has no opinions, will only make muddles, and will end up being unfriendly to both sides."

Song He felt that these words were very reasonable, but they did feel a little guilty.

Chen Pingan asked: "Zhao Shilang is still in the village?"

Song He shook his head and said, "He has already left the territory of Yunzhou. He has to deal with an urgent matter. He may have to take half of the earthly branch monks with him. They will go on their way separately and make an appointment at Luojing, the accompanying capital."

Chen Pingan hesitated for a moment, and asked, "What kind of official business requires a servant of the Ministry of Punishment to go out with the monks of the Earthly Branches?"

Song He did not hide anything, "Abbot Dali Jianzhou and a key person in the mountain ferry business, this old man has not held a post in the Ministry of Industry, so he took a few disciples and students to the south to relax. An old vassal state south of Dadu has encountered a dispute involving the local imperial court and two fairy mansions on the mountain."

Chen Pingan asked: "Because it's not particularly reasonable? How suspected of meddling?"

Song He nodded and said: "If it weren't for that, in Aquarius Continent, in the north of Old Dragon City, no one would dare to provoke troubles with the Dali Dynasty. What's more, this old gentleman has a stubborn temper and is in trouble. The Ministry of Criminal Affairs in the capital city or the accompanying capital Luo Jing said hello, and there was a stalemate with people there."

Chen Ping asked again: "For such an important person, the Ministry of Punishment didn't issue a peace card?"

Song He explained: "I'll say it anyway, but the old man is still only willing to charge one of the last cards. Because the old man was worried that the people around him would be implicated, he had to hold back his temper and showed the card of nothing."

Chen Ping twitched the corner of his mouth, "Did the other party get more excited when they saw this last-for-nothing card? Maybe they want to take this opportunity to shake the mountain?"

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

Chen Ping narrowed his eyes.

To put it harshly, today's Dali Dynasty, without Cui Chan, the embroidered tiger, is equivalent to losing its backbone.

This is actually a recognized fact on the mountain and down the mountain, and the Dali Dynasty acquiesced to this.

Just talking about the former vassals of Dali in the south, why did they take the initiative to release the news after the restoration of the country, and wanted to destroy the mountaintop steles that governed the fairy mansions in the territory?

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

As long as Cui Chan is still there, the entire Aquarius Continent, no matter the north or the south, as Emperor Song He said, who dares to say anything north of the old dragon city at the southernmost tip of the continent?

Seeing Mr. Chen at the side groaning silently, Song He said with a smile: "Mr. Chen, just rest assured, Zhao Yao will definitely be able to handle this kind of matter after he goes."

Chen Pingan said: "Among the Qi practitioners who are my guest at Luopo Mountain, there is Baideng, a sword cultivator in Yupu Realm, who just walked out of the nearby Dragon Palace ruins. He can be regarded as half a local monk in Dali. The ghost, named Yinlu, used to be the deputy city lord of the wild fairy hairpin city. This guy's realm is gone, and his mind is still there. He can cooperate with Bai Deng, who is naturally irritable. In addition, Jinghao on Qinggong Mountain in Liuxiazhou, this time around I also followed a high-level student from the Jade Raw Realm named Gao Geng. I can invite the three of them to go together, and then let Yinlu and the old gentleman recognize the elders of the family, and we can settle the matter without Zhao Yao and the others showing up. Disputes can be big or small, if the other party is willing to make trouble, let Yinlu follow suit. When the time comes, let Daoist Gao Geng reveal his identity, and say that he is from Qinggong Mountain, Liuxiazhou, and that he is the guest of the old man's family."

One is business affairs, like Zhao Yao who has the title of servant.

There is another way, which is to do it privately, and let Yinlu, who is also idle on the mountain every day, recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestors.

Song He was dumbfounded.

Does this work?

Chen Pingan didn't seem to care about it any more, he changed the subject, pointed to a mountain ahead, and said with a smile, "Coincidentally, that place is called Sending Ridge."

Song He calmed down, followed the direction Chen Ping pointed at, looked at the distant mountain, and said with a smile: "Every time I talked with my husband and asked him for advice, I was always at a loss at first. After the teacher explained, It will suddenly become clear, and the husband suddenly asks another question, and the confusion will be added to the confusion."

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

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

Chen Pingan nodded, "But I have to wait for me to go out for a trip first. I may go to many places. I need to visit the continents that I have never set foot on. After I come back, I will go to Dali Capital. This time Traveling can take four to five years, or two or three years.”

Song He was in high spirits, one of them couldn't hold back, and grabbed Chen Pingan's arm, "That's the deal."

Chen Ping patted His Majesty's arm, and said with a smile, "Your Majesty, you don't need to do this. If you can run away, monks can't run away from the temple. My Luopo Mountain doesn't have long legs."

Song He looked back at the direction of the school, hesitant to speak.

Chen Pingan explained with a smile: "It takes ten years to grow trees and a hundred years to cultivate people. Teaching and educating people must be successful for a long time. When I go out for a long journey, I will leave a talisman avatar on the side of the village school. The opening of a school to teach is definitely a matter of life. It’s not going to be done halfway.”

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

Chen Ping had no choice but to stand opposite him, and bowed his hands in return.

Another good meal tonight.

Everyone drank solidly, satiated with food, and went back to their respective homes. Chen Lingjun and his good brother Chen Zhuoliu went out for a walk together. Everyone made an appointment for morning wine tomorrow.

Those few who accompanied Chen Xianjun to drink, what else can they do?

It's been a long time since Chen Lingjun throws his arms around and drinks and brags like this.

Luopo Mountain seemed to have a temporary hilltop. Chen Lingjun was the host and was in charge of receiving guests. Apart from his good friend Chen Zhuoliu, there were also a few new friends he had just met.

The old fairy Jinghao, the sword repairer Baideng, the ghost Yinlu, and Jinghao's direct disciple, Yupujing, named Gao Geng, is relatively late in the mountains, and he is a dull gourd, and he doesn't like to talk inside or outside the wine table.

Fortunately, there are more vacant houses in Ji Sefeng, which is due to Chief Zhou's spending a lot of money, not taking fairy money as money, and it is not enough to rely on Chief Zhou's money, and the old cook is a top spender. The people with money, the construction of civil engineering in the mountains, are all done by old cooks, so that the mansions on the mountains have their own characteristics, and they are still very respectable when they are used to entertain the monks on the mountain, and they will not lose their status.

Every time they had a drink, Chen Lingjun and Chen Zhuoliu would often take a walk all the way to the Patriarch Hall of Jiling Peak and then go back. The two brothers had a good chat and drank two pots secretly on the way.

In any case, I really hit it off with those few new friends, and they got along very well, but Chen Lingjun and Chen Zhuoliu were friends in need, brothers who had died, and they really had a heart-to-heart.

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

With his hands behind his back, Chen Qingliu said with a smile: "Is there something to discuss? Just can't speak?"

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

In fact, until now, Chen Qingliu didn't mention it, and Chen Pingan didn't talk about it, so Chen Lingjun didn't know the origin of that Mr. Xin, and he didn't bother to ask about it. As long as he was identified as Chen Zhuoliu's friend, it was meaningless to ask. , do you know that the other party is a person who lives on a certain mountain, so the toast at the table is more attentive, and if you have no background, you have to neglect it?There is no such bullshit reason to meet at a wine table by fate.

Chen Qingliu glanced at the little boy in Tsing Yi, and said with a smile: "One hundred scenes together are not as thoughtful as Chen Ping's alone. What good things come in pairs, he clearly asked for two pictures, and secretly kept one for himself. Afterwards, Wei Bo will be grateful to Chen Pingan."

If I remember correctly, Chen Ping'an had already cheated a copybook on Zhu Lian's side, so good things come in pairs, so I was right.

"Don't talk nonsense. Asking for a copybook is my own idea, and it has nothing to do with the master. The master just mentioned it casually, and I remembered it."

Chen Lingjun complained: "Besides, what's the matter if it's really like this, brother, don't talk about it, just say whether you can help me with this. If it's difficult, just pretend that I didn't say it. If it's a big deal, just say it." You talk a lot."

To be a human being, you have to be considerate of your heart. I treat all your friends as my own. How can you bury my master behind his back.

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

What's more, Wei Bo is on his side, stingy is stingy, stingy is really stingy, but this Wei Shanjun has a really good relationship with the master, just talking about Niujiaodu, it is Piyunshan and Dali Song. Chen Lingjun felt that he had a share, this feeling, and he couldn't take it seriously.Whenever he thought of Beiyue Piyun Mountain, he would think of Yeyou Banquet, and he would think of the famous nickname, Wei Yeyou, Chen Lingjun couldn't help but laugh.

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

If someone else went to ask for copybooks, it would be up to Xin Ji'an to answer him or not.It’s just that it’s just a matter of saying it yourself, it’s not difficult to make a basket, and it’s not the kind of work that is paid for, and every word must be full of energy.

Chen Lingjun was also not polite, and said: "Then it will be on you. It's settled. I'm not bragging on the wine table at the moment. Don't let my pigeons go. I will scold you when the time comes. I will scold you." Come, don't be vague."

Chen Qingliu asked with a smile: "Since you have asked for help, why don't you ask for a few more?"

Chen Lingjun raised his head and asked, "Is it really possible? Are you not embarrassed?"

Chen Qingliu nodded.

Chen Lingjun rubbed his chin, shook his head and said, "Let's forget it. Two copybooks are enough. If you ask for more, it's a bit careless. The old cook is right. It's better to ask for calligraphy from a calligrapher. many."

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

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

Chen Lingjun took out two jugs of wine from his sleeve and handed one to Chen Qingliu. Naturally, he didn't know how rare it was for Chen Qingliu, who was extremely conceited and lofty, to make such an evaluation.

Chen Qingliu took the jug, took off the mud seal, shook it a few times, the aroma of the wine filled the air, looked at the moonlit mountain scenery, and sighed sincerely: "The moonlight on this mountain is charming, and it can most entice people's hearts."

Chen Lingjun took a sip of wine, "Sometimes, I feel that you speak like Brother Jia. You can always say a few good words, such as two days in and out of the wine glass. Or for example, you can't compete for the first place outside the wine table. Can't compete at the table?"

Chen Qingliu said with a smile: "I often hear you talking about Jia Sheng, and I will meet you when I have a chance."

Chen Lingjun said: "It's a trivial matter. If one day, we brothers are almost equal and drink at the same table, that will be a joy."

A wine table, together with himself, the old Taoist Jia Sheng, the coachman is busy, and the Confucian scholar Chen Zhuoliu.

Chen Qingliu said: "In the near future, a friend of Xin Ji'an may come to Aquarius Island. If Xin Ji'an is still in Luoba Mountain by then, the other party may visit the mountain."

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

Chen Qingliu said with a smile: "The background is not small, and the temper is very strong. Take it easy."

Chen Lingjun walked with the wind, hehe smiled, in his home Luopo Mountain, in this Beiyue area, what strange people have he not seen in these years?Have you ever been cowardly?

I don't want to talk about those three, anyway, I can't open my mouth if I want to talk, so I just talk about Bai Yujing's head teacher Lu Chen, so what, I have met him several times.Lu Chen is a disciple of the Taoist ancestor, so his background is old enough.

Chen Qingliu laughed it off.Xin Ji'an's friend, in terms of seniority, is the same as Lu Chen on the mountain. This person is the proud disciple of the most holy teacher, and the suffix "one" can be added or not.

Bai Deng, who had just walked out of the Dragon Palace ruins for a few days, was acquainted with the deputy city lord of Xianzan City with the Taoist name Yinlu. In addition to drinking, every day is to prepare for the next meal.

Originally, Bai Deng wanted to learn more about the customs of Haoran Tianxia, ​​especially Aquarius Island, through this drinking buddy, but he was blinded when he asked. Yinlu also thought and felt the same way.

In fact, Bai Deng and Yinlu didn't hit each other very well, but in the mountains, they had to find someone to chat with to relieve boredom, otherwise it would be too embarrassing.

Jinghao and her direct disciple Gao Geng lived in the same house, and they were sitting together under the eaves tonight, sitting idle on a moonlit night, Gao Geng carefully asked, Master, are we just so exhausted?

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

Qinggong Mountain is not a small sect, and there are many affairs. Many of the schedules established by the meeting hall at the end of last year are already full.

Master is okay, we can still chat a few words at the wine table here, poor Gao Geng who is also considered a hero on Liuxiazhou Mountain, every time he is always the last seat, don't say every word, just every word Be careful.The current Gao Geng only feels that after going down the mountain and returning to his hometown, he may not want to drink for a few years.

Here, there are too many strange people and strange things.

The gatekeeper at the foot of the mountain is a fake Taoist priest who likes to read unscrupulous and forbidden books.The man who often carries the burden of carrying wine to the house seems to be a pure martial artist with a very impressive level of martial arts, he seems to be a native of Lizhu Dongtian, and the former gatekeeper of Luoluo Mountain.

There is a female martial artist surnamed Cen who practices boxing and walking piles on the mountain road every day. Even if she sees a young hermit official, she never says hello.

The little water monster who patrols the mountain twice every morning and evening is actually the right protector of Luopo Mountain, a mountain protector of the Shangzong.

And the young man with a yellow hat and blue shoes and a gentle smile often accompanied the little girl in black.The master said that this kind and amiable Mr. Xiaomo must be a sword fairy in the Ascension Realm, there is no doubt about it.

There is also a young girl Jianxiu with a green inkstone hanging from her waist, who is said to be the direct disciple of a young hermit official. She is surrounded by two "helping dogs", one is a "sable hat girl" that makes even the master fear. , There is also a white-haired boy who likes to deliberately laugh at Gao Geng when he meets Gao Geng on the road.

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

Jing Hao and this incompetent personal disciple sat on a bamboo chair that was said to be woven by Zhu Lian, the great steward of Luoba Mountain.

Hearing the disciple's nonsense, Jinghao, who was in a good mood at first, suddenly became gloomy. Gao Geng immediately shut up when he sensed the change in Master's breath.

Why is Jing Hao willing to waste time here? For Chen Xianjun who "benevolent outside the law" to Qinggong Mountain, Jing Hao has long made a decision, and she must stay away from it. She never thought that she would have at least two meals of wine every day in this Luoba Mountain. Toasting with the "brother and brother" who are both surnamed Chen, I can't wait to put the wine bowl under the table, it can't be lower.About this way, the little boy in Tsing Yi was completely confused, and this way, he blocked Chen Xianjun's eyes, and warned Jing Hao from his heart, why don't you lie down on the ground and toast...

After a long silence, Jinghao said: "Why is Chen Xianjun going down the mountain, you follow me to say goodbye to Chen Yinguan."

Gao Geng nodded, and there was a sentence that he couldn't utter, and he said in his heart: "Master, this Daoist Jingqing is really courageous and a hero."

After a rough calculation, the little boy in Tsing Yi who was in the Nascent Soul Realm Shuijiao patted Chen Xianjun's shoulder no less than thirty times, bent his fingers, took a breath, and really dared to flick it on Chen Xianjun's forehead.

Jing Hao's expression was complicated, "Everyone has their own destiny, I can't be envious."

The little boy in Tsing Yi and Brother Huan returned to Jise Peak from Jiling Peak, and after parting, they slammed their sleeves vigorously, hiccupped, passed by, and saw that the courtyard door was not closed, and the old cook was lying on the rattan chair again, waving the cattail leaf fan, one by one. Man, it looks so pitiful.

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

Zhu Lian lay still, but took a cattail fan to disperse the smell of alcohol, "Walking with Chen Zhuoliu again?"

Chen Lingjun was still talking from the bottom of his heart, "Old cook, I'm really not talking about you. There are some things, we men have to accept our fate when we get older. Brother Dafeng is a little bit more careful, maybe he can lie to you." Daughter-in-law comes home, looks, anyway, I can’t be particular about it, brother Dafeng is a bit good, he always says that he is a woman, there is no requirement, it depends on the eye, it looks pleasing to the eye, and it’s enough to get by. Once the lights are dark, the quilt is rolled up , the bed is walking."

Zhu Lian shook the cattail fan lightly, and said with a smile: "There are things that are more demanding than not being asked. Brother Dafeng is very high-spirited."

People who are also good drinkers usually look at the world with drunken eyes, Zheng Dafeng has cold eyes and hot stomach, and some people are purely greedy for drinking.

As for Chen Lingjun, it probably belongs to the third category.

"Just don't reason with this Uncle Chen, it's nothing like going in one ear and out the other, it's completely out of your mind."

Zhu Lian asked: "Have you enjoyed drinking these days?"

Chen Lingjun shook his head, "It's not fun, it's not fun, drink too much, drink it, drink it after vomiting, happy."

I reunited with Chen Zhuoliu after a long absence. The two brothers are open-minded people. Chen Zhuoliu didn't hide it. He said that his cross-continental travel was just a tour of the mountains and rivers. He didn't encounter any difficulties. It's just this trouble. .

Chen Lingjun heaved a sigh of relief when he heard that it was just such a small matter of sesame and mung beans, and he was happy for his good brother, just like the old cook said, if there is nothing to do today, it is a good thing.

At the same time, I have a little regret, I have [-] kinds of martial arts in vain, but unfortunately there is no place for heroes to use them, and there is really trouble, so I have to help my good brother to let out a sigh of relief.

Nuan Shu, that stupid girl, has been doing pretty well these past few days, serving tea and water, cooking appetizers, and bringing vegetables and fruits... in an orderly and unambiguous manner.

After coming and going, she also became acquainted with those friends of Chen Lingjun. Earlier, Chen Zhuoliu asked her, I heard your mountain master say that you have not yet formed a golden core.But what's the problem?

Chen Nuanshu just smiled and shook his head.

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

Chen Lingjun laughed out loud, hahaha, haha, ha.

The little boy in Tsing Yi smiled and stopped talking, scratching his head.

Chen Qingliu said with a smile that the little girl was born in Wen Yun Huo Python, and it is not easy to succeed in the water.

Chen Lingjun was a little strange at the time, that his master even told his brother about this kind of thing.

After much deliberation, Chen Lingjun finally came up with an answer. Presumably, the master was on his friend's side, trying to save face on purpose?In addition, both of them are scholars, and they hit it off with Chen Zhuoliu, so they don't see each other?

If the master is present, why don't I mention three first?

Chen Zhuoliu finally asked Chen Lingjun if Chen Nuanshu would go to Shuihuajiao someday, would he need his help to protect the little girl.

As for the reason, it is very clichéd. It is said that everyone's surname is Chen anyway, it is fate, not to mention that the food and drink these days cannot be eaten for free.

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

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

But they didn't know that among the people who were toasted, one was trembling, with an awkward smile, scrutinizing Chen Xianjun's face carefully, and the other was ready to see his ancestors at any time, his teeth were chattering, and he didn't dare to look at the dragon slayer.Such a pair of suffering brothers and sisters on the wine table, it is really hard to say, Fellow Daoist Jing Qing, we are all friends, why did you cheat us.

"Brother Jingqing, is there anyone you are afraid of, do you need brother... help, this, huh?"

While speaking, Chen Qingliu raised his palm and made a gesture of raising a knife.

Chen Lingjun likes Chen Zhuoliu the most. When he gets to the wine table, he doesn't know who he is, and he behaves like himself.

If you really have to worry about it, who is not afraid of the master's hometown?For so many years, it seems that Chen Lingjun has suffered because of his "upright words", and he can't count them on his hands?

Now every meal of wine is full of bitterness and sweetness.

Chen Qingliu smiled playfully, "Then say a name, Dao name is also fine, who is more afraid of?"

Chen Lingjun subconsciously looked at Jing Hao, a great cultivator in the Ascension Realm, not because he was afraid of Jing Hao, his drinking buddy, but because he was afraid of these old gods who liked to pretend to be "passers-by" when they were full.

He only said that in the blacksmith's shop in the small town back then, Ruan Tiejiang, who was the last sage in charge, looked like a farmer, so Chen Lingjun was outspoken, and there was a misunderstanding.

Jinghao was taken aback.

Fellow Daoist Jing Qing, why the hell are you staring at me? !

Chen Lingjun was full of resentment, but when he thought of someone, it wasn't the one he was most afraid of.

Chen Lingjun shivered, and quickly drank to suppress the shock.

Afraid, why not be afraid.

After leaving Huajiao, especially when he heard that the other party showed up during the discussion in the Confucian Temple of China, Chen Lingjun felt dizzy for a while, and now he is always worried about something.

Just rely on your own aptitude for cultivating Taoism and hardworking style, don't you accidentally turn into that real dragon, and then you can't come to the door with that dragon slaying person?

It's just that it's a bit embarrassing to say this kind of thing. He has a thin skin and is too embarrassed to talk about it with the master.

No matter how experienced the world is, no matter how clever he is in dealing with the world, he will not be able to withstand the power of the battle of slaying the dragon 3000 years ago.

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

Didn't even dare to write that person's name.

Later, paste was simply used to glue that page to the cover.

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

At the wine table at that time, the boy in Tsing Yi turned to teach the poor scholar Chen Zhuoliu, don't think that you have learned some fairy arts from the mountains, and you will always yell about fighting and killing. The world is not like this. Be kind to others, ask someone to be a good person and save a thread to see each other in the future, don't you know, don't you know?

Chen Lingjun was complacent, "Old cook, I have talked with my good brother. I will ask him to ask Mr. Xin to write two copybooks for me. I will keep one of them and give it to you. In this way, your favor will not be wasted." The other one is for the master to donate it to Wei Bo. Heh, I will agree with the master in advance, not to mention my credit. He muttered to himself, even if he got a treasure, he wouldn't be so happy."

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

Chen Lingjun folded his arms around his chest, raised his eyebrows and eyes, "I learned from the master."

Zhu Lian said: "Wei Bo will be overjoyed when he receives this gift, even if he knows it's your help."

Chen Lingjun was too busy enjoying himself, so he didn't understand the meaning behind Zhu Lian's words.

Zhu Lian knew that there were only a handful of people Wei Bo admired in his life, besides the swordsman A Liang who was born in the Yasheng Mansion, there was also Mr. Long Xin who was not on the mountain for the time being and went out to travel, and someone who was said to be The proud disciple of "Being braver than me", as one of the earliest ancient "scholars" who followed the most holy teacher, this person once left behind a sentence that seemed to ring out for thousands of years, "When a gentleman dies, he will inevitably be crowned .”

Chen Lingjun lowered his voice and said: "Old cook, if you want to tell the truth about your personal experience, you are useless, but the big truths you talk about are always one set, you just talk about it, that high leader of the Hushan faction, what is she doing?" Don't leave if you just stay here, what's the matter, don't look at my master? If that's the case, I won't be used to her. Everything is easy to talk about, but this is the only thing that can't be confused. "

Zhu Lian said: "Don't think too much about it. It has nothing to do with love between men and women. It's just a person who really wants to make money. He suddenly entered Jinshan Yinshan. Dazzled, he always wants to hug more and go home."

Chen Lingjun was puzzled and said, "What do you mean, please explain clearly."

Zhu Lian patiently explained: "Gao Jun is now No. 1 in the world in the blessed land. Although it is true that she is not worthy of the name, but in the blessed land of lotus roots, she is still the leader on the mountain. The further she goes, the higher her realm will be. , the more prestige she has, and she has the kind of idea of ​​being in her position to pursue her own affairs, so she will worry that she is not worthy of her virtue, so when she comes here, she is like a frog looking at the sea, seeing everything is new, She just wanted to know more rules, and after she went back, she had to make a plan early, gather as many forces on the mountain as possible, twist the hearts of Qi practitioners into a single rope, and finally win more blessings for the blessed land on the Luopo mountain side. freedom. The heart is kind."

If there is no accident, Gao Jun will return to the blessed land, and the young master will follow her to participate in a "mountain top" discussion, and first determine the rules and framework of the whole world.

Xiao Mo will definitely follow. Xie Gou heard about such a problem before, and she was eager to try it. The reason is very good, I have to give Shanzhu a place.

"It's understandable, Master Gao really has a heart."

Chen Lingjun hummed, and asked again: "Where is that Zhong Qian, I heard that she is the first Golden Body martial artist in the lotus root blessed land of our family, it's fine if he doesn't get beaten by the master of the mountain, but he didn't ask you, a fellow villager, for advice? "

If it is said that Gao Jun, the head of the Hushan School of Songlai Kingdom, is the first Golden Core Earth Immortal in the blessed land in the orthodox sense, and is protected by "God's will" in the dark, then Zhong Qian, the first Golden Core Realm martial artist, is invisible. There is Wu Yun in the middle, and Gao Jun, both of them are lucky ones favored by God.

It's just that when Zhong Qian arrived at Luoba Mountain, she was the complete opposite of Gao Jun. She didn't bother to show up at all. It was said that she dipped in sauce and ate green onions there every day, and only knew to drink alone.

Zhu Lian shook his head and said, "He didn't dare to come, even if he did, he really wouldn't dare to come in the future."

The four people in the picture scroll of Ouhua Fudi in the past are all No. 1 in the world in their respective eras. Generally speaking, they are the kind of masters who are kind on the surface but look down on the other three in their hearts. While the relationship is passable, there are undercurrents. move.

Generally speaking, if the Qi practitioners on the mountain are old and have a long Taoist age, they may have an inherent advantage, and it is relatively difficult for the young people behind them to stand out and stand out.

But for being a pure martial artist, Zhu Lian felt that one mountain must be higher than the other, that's right.When it comes to martial arts, there is absolutely no need to favor the past over the present.

Just like Haoran Tianxia, ​​No.1 at the pinnacle of martial arts, there is Zhang Tiaoxia first, and then Pei Bei.Now there is Cao Ci and his own Mountain Lord.

Chen Lingjun tut tut.The old cook is strong, he can speak such big words without drinking.

Zhu Lian said: "Brother Dafeng said, even Zhong Qian, who doesn't seek to make progress, can't drink with Jing Qing."

Zheng Dafeng really felt that Zhong Qian's boxing skills were not strong enough, and Zhu Lian also felt that Zhong Qian was not cruel enough to him. With today's martial arts achievements, it was all because of stepping on the watermelon rind.

Chen Lingjun was not happy when he heard it, "Old cook, what you said is hurting friendship."

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

Chen Lingjun grinned and said, "How do I know if you framed me and provoked my brotherhood with Brother Dafeng?"

Zhu Lian raised his head and looked out of the courtyard.

Chen Pingan in green shirt waved his hand at him, signaling the old cook not to get up.

Chen Lingjun got up quickly and went to ask for credit.

Zhu Lian reminded with a smile: "Don't pat the shoulder casually this time."

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

Zhu Lian lay back on the wicker chair again, waved the cattail fan, and said lazily, "Forget it, just be happy."

Zhu Lian may be qualified to teach Chen Lingjun 98 truths out of a hundred things, but he doesn't need to teach him or can't teach him about making friends and treating guests.

Over there at the mountain gate.

Taoist Xianwei was woken up by Zheng Dafeng's thunderous snoring next door. He lost his sleepiness, so he simply moved a chair and sat under the archway of the mountain gate, reading a book under the moonlight.

Xiao Mi Li went to bed late today, so she went out to play when she had nothing to do. If she didn't pay attention, she could see Pei Qian coming home.

Anyway, it wasn't a mountain patrol, so the little girl in black didn't bring a golden pole or a green bamboo stick. She just carried a cotton satchel on her back and hopped to the side of the mountain road. At the gate of the mountain, after finishing the work, he raised his hands and sank his dantian, smiling and calling out to Daoist Xianwei.

Xianwei promised, rolled up the book and put it in his sleeve with lightning speed, and took out a book of sages from the other sleeve.

Only then did Xianwei turn his head, and the millet fled all the way down the mountain, Xianwei wanted to get up and move a bench from the side of the table.

Xiao Mili squatted aside, waved her hands again and again to say no, just squat.

The little girl asked, won't it delay the Taoist priest Xianwei's reading?

Xianwei smiled and said how is it possible.

Zhu Lian and Mi Dajianxian, especially the old chef, still don't know anything about it, because some "absolute" between the two parties about the beautiful woman on the street and the girl in the embroidered building in the early years was relayed by Xiaomi Mili to the family some time ago. Such a good man, the Mountain Lord, that's why they met in the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom to ask each other.

You are more eloquent than the other, right? If you dare to speak out on Mi Li's side, you are not afraid of teaching Mi Li to my family at all, right?

So before in Qingping Sword Sect, Mi Dajianxian always felt that Lord Yinguan saw him and often had a sneer on his face. Mi Yu was a little confused at that time, not knowing what he did wrong again.It’s just that Sword Immortal Mi didn’t bother to delve into it. Anyway, he didn’t do much well. He was just like a dead pig, not afraid of being scalded by boiling water. Whether it was in the accountant’s office of Chunfanzhai or in the summer palace, he was the most idle. ?What's more, he was ridiculed by those young sword cultivators as "Mi Yu deserves half of the credit". As for who spoke first, whether it was Dong Bu, Lin Junbi, or Gu Changlong's fair words, it was up to him.

Xiaomi Li asked in a low voice, "Daoist Xianwei, I can't sleep, are you missing my hometown?"

""The book says, don't forget your hometown, benevolence.Don't love your homeland, Tatsuya. ""

Xianwei rolled up the pretentious book, thought for a while, and said with a smile: "So according to this principle, it is human nature for a wanderer to be homesick, and he just needs to be open-minded when he is just looking for a life outside."

Xiaomi Li nodded, applauding vigorously but silently, "It makes sense, the words of Daoist Xian Wei speak to my heart. Ha, such a good reason, I want to close the door and get along with it, but I can't Let it sneak away."

Xianwei snorted, and tapped the palm of his hand with the scroll, "The principle of the millet grain seems to be better said, I have learned it."

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

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

Some people join in, why not do it.

Who doesn't like millet grains in Luoba Mountain?

In the years of wandering alone in the rivers and lakes, forced to make a living, Xianwei, who pretended to be a Taoist priest and whose real name was Nianjing, actually learned some skills. Playing chess and chess with others to make money is just one of them.

The erhu has been played for a long time, but when it came to Luopo Mountain, the Taoist Xianwei didn’t think about it, and he didn’t have much chance to resume his old practice. He just heard an old cook sitting on a bench in Zhu Lian’s yard. Once, Xianwei was fascinated by listening to it, and he was astonished as a heavenly man, so he asked Zhu Lian for advice several times, and Zhu Lian gave Xianwei the erhu.In fact, the versatile old cook, not to mention the erhu, is the pipa that is mostly played by women. Zhu Lian can play it amazingly, especially the soft female opera accent that can use the soft and waxy Pingtan. Embrace the lingering feelings of love between men and women.

It's a pity that it is said that Zhu Lian has his own particulars, and often only when Xiaomi Mili and Chen Nuanshu are present, there are no outsiders, and the two little girls say they want to hear, he will play with these things that he says are not worth mentioning. Small tricks.

Xian Wei always felt that if Mr. Zhu was a little better looking when he was young, he didn't need to be very handsome. As long as he had a decent appearance, he would have many confidante friends.

Once listening to a conversation, Fellow Daoist Jing Qing asked Zhu Lian, "Old cook, is there anything you can't do?"

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

Zhu Lian scolded with a smile, "Bullshit, of course there is."

Chen Lingjun looked disbelieving, "For example?"

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

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

The Taoist plucked the strings and sang quietly, and the Taoist singing made the mountain quieter.

When Xianwei closed his eyes, raised his head slightly, and with a smile on his face, he sang the phrase "I would like to turn my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon only shines on the ditch" in an old-fashioned opera tone.

Even though Xiao Mili had listened to it a few times, she still felt that Daoist Xianwei sang... beautifully.

Regarding this statement, Pei Qian had joked about Mi Li before, and only the old cook said her statement was very knowledgeable.

On the other side of the mountain road, the boy in Tsing Yi raised his arm and shouted, Chen Pingan knocked it down with a chestnut.

Xian Wei quickly stopped playing the erhu, blushing.Millet turned her head, put her finger on her mouth, and signaled Jing Qing not to disturb Daoist Xianwei.

Chen Pingan just chatted with Xian Wei at the door, glanced at the direction of the town, and soon took Chen Lingjun back to the mountain.

On the mountain, Xiaomo had already taken Xie Gou to the Sword Worshiping Platform just now.

Xiao Mo gave the reason, there was no hiding, Xie Gou was reluctant, but he just thought that President Guo was there, so he held his nose and went to the Sword Worship Platform.

On the way to Yufeng, she was still complaining about the mountain owner who made a big fuss, not knowing about her friendship in a certain old almanac, and she and two of the guests who were about to come had a good relationship.

Xiao Mo knew her very well, so he dismantled Xie Gou's easy-to-open lie on the spot, and said with a smile, good job?There is no problem with the old characters, but it is really not good. How good was your relationship with those two scholars when you asked swords with those two scholars back then.

As long as Xiao Mo is with her, she doesn't care about Chen Ping'an.

Xie Gou held the mink hat with both hands, looking for something to say, Xiaomo, is there anyone you are afraid of?

Xiaomo doesn't say much, but the little master can definitely be counted as one.

In those ancient times, Jianxiu Xiaomo and Bai Jing were both famous masters who were fearless.Few friends, many enemies.

Xie Gou had a bitter face, a little aggrieved, and said that I couldn't beat Li Sheng, and I couldn't get back this place.

Xiao Mo smiled and said that there is no need to find this kind of place.

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

Xiaomo hesitated for a moment, and said that I would like to say hello to the young master.

Xie Gou is jumping up and down in the sea of ​​clouds, his ermine hat is shaking, and his clothes are fluttering.

Xiaomo walked with her with a smile, but Xiaomo couldn't do such a naive behavior as a girl in a sable hat, he just followed and watched.

On the border of Suian County, Yanzhou Prefecture, on the banks of the Ximei River, Yuan Tianfeng, the white-clothed Yuan Tianfeng of Daliqin Tianjian Keqing, accompanied a senior on the mountain whose surname was Liu Mingxiang, whose name was Zijun, and whose name was Jujun.

The latter has a youthful appearance, with a bookish air all over his body, which cannot be concealed even if he deliberately restrains himself.So I had to use a miraculous method that separated the world, but did not hinder the connection between the "well water and the river" at all.

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

When Liu Xiang walked, he was habitually hunched, unable to straighten his waist.

In the eyes of ordinary people in the market, he may be a good-looking young man. How can he be hunchbacked at such a young age.

Yuan Tianfeng had read Fengshui Kanyu before, and suggested that a local sage from a scholarly family should build the Kuixing Pavilion to gather purple energy. In the end, he left three prophecies, "The second place is the pioneer, and the champion will follow." If you win two ranks, you will get three yuan." "Purple Qi comes from the east, Kuixing shoots everywhere."

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

Yuan Tianfeng asked: "Mr. Zijun, do you think it's inappropriate for me and Daozu to borrow Ziqi through words?"

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

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

Liu Xiang said, "That means Mr. Yuan is thinking too much."

Yuan Tianfeng changed the subject, "Why does sir like to call himself an official?"

Liu Xiang replied: "The knowledge that has been abandoned will become more and more difficult to enter the elegant hall, and time is fate."

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

Liu Xiang smiled and said, "I was not blessed to accept the previous praises at the time. I can't afford the infamy of later generations either. The consequences are what I am now."

As small as the official language of a country, as large as the elegant language of a continent, in fact, the Confucian Temple once, and only once, promulgated the world, a magnificent and common year name for all nine continents, the first year of the first year.

Yuan Tianfeng sighed. He had a question, and he was too curious. If he wanted to know, it was inappropriate to ask.

According to legend, when Haoran was first established in the world, there were people who fought against the most holy teacher in court, and the two did not agree with each other.

As if guessing Yuan Tianfeng's thoughts, Liu Xiang said, "Whether I am that person or not, I don't want to delay your meeting with me."

Yuan Tianfeng asked a slightly less taboo question, "Did Mr. Zijun stay in Lizhu Cave for a while?"

Liu Xiang nodded and said: "At the invitation of Qingtong Tianjun, there was such a Taoist observation and... It could barely be regarded as a kind of protection, but it was not long, and I left soon."

Yuan Tianfeng sighed, and after receiving this definite answer, some joints that had been puzzling before made sense.

"It's nothing. For ten thousand years, with several different identities, I have traveled many places. The time in Lizhu Cave was just a flick of a finger."

Liu Xiang said with a smile: "Headmaster Lu's "Luck of Fortune" started with that stinging insect, and I was shocked by thunder. I am a wine drinker, and Su is a drinker like a stinger. Let's go, find a small restaurant Night snack stall, go drink."

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

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

The burly man Xin Ji'an called "upright" had an iron sword hanging from his waist.Although he was wearing a Confucian shirt, he looked more like a gangster.

This person is the scholar at the Zhongtu Confucian Temple, who arranged for him to be the abbot of Beiyue Mountain for the official ceremony.

The other three scholars with the same seniority stopped at the place commonly known as Crab Workshop by the townspeople.

One of them came from beyond the sky.He once had a face-to-face meeting with the last hidden official of the Sword Qi Great Wall, and he was the accountant who was in charge of money bags among the group of scholars in the early years.

He is extremely rich and well-behaved, so among the ancient scholars, he belongs to a different category.

There are two people beside him, one with a dull expression and a water ladle hanging from his waist.The other person, along the way, hardly spoke.

The scholar with the water ladle hanging on his waist sighed softly, "I have more energy than I want. If Duan Zheng hadn't been in the wilderness that year, I would have come here to help Qi Jingchun."

Another scholar looked up at one of the plaques, "Don't give up, that's all. Seeking benevolence and getting benevolence is the foundation of a scholar."

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

Unless you don't say anything, what you say must mean something.

The three of them just walked past Xinghua Lane and Niping Lane one by one.

What he has seen and heard is different from the other two senior brothers, except for some past deeds of the silly boy, the straw sandal boy and the slug, they are all related to the word "filial piety".

I also heard a certain whisper from the sword fairy Cao Xi in the ancestral house.

He turned his head to look at the accountant, and said with a smile, "You are different from us. You are in Qingming Tianxia. After staying for so long, have you gained anything?"

The accountant smiled and said: "After all, hands are tied."

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

"When are we going to visit Luoba Mountain?"

The accountant asked himself and answered, "It's better to see when Zhengzheng will leave. I heard that there are two old friends on the mountain over there. We can persuade them to fight."

During the day today, Zheng Dafeng went down the mountain to visit the small town and found Yang's drugstore. He didn't know what was put on his hair, it was shiny.

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

Shi Lingshan, who was looking at the shop, said in a bad mood: "You also know that there are fellow disciples. It's been so long since I came back to my hometown. The senior sister has gone on a long journey."

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

Shi Lingshan has a stinky face. This senior brother in name doesn't do anything right all day long, and he likes to keep the pot open and carry it. "Shake your head in the pot, and you can cook vegetables. You don't need to buy half a tael all year round." Oil."

This is still a son of a bitch who was born in Taoye Lane, and his words are already so pleasant.

Zheng Dafeng has never seen such a big storm in his life, such strange words are like scratching an itch, "It's not big or small, how can you talk to senior brother?"

In fact, Zheng Dafeng had already guessed that the junior sister Su Dian was instructed by her master to go to Qingming Tianxia to find another senior brother "Xie Xinen".

Zheng Dafeng chatted casually with Shi Lingshan at the pharmacy, walked out the door, put his hand in front of his eyes, and looked up at the sun.

After hesitating for a while, I walked out of the town, passed the stone arch bridge, and came to a small mountain bordering the high mountains in the west, with fields ridges at my feet.

Zheng Dafeng was sitting on the ridge of the field, behind him was a small grave without a tombstone, it was solitary, built of stones, very inconspicuous.

Looking from here, you can see the Longxu River.

Behind the grave is that sissy kiln worker, who was miserable during his lifetime, as if there was no place for a cone to stand on, and he didn't occupy much land after his death.

And his niece is Su Dian, nicknamed Rouge.

Zheng Dafeng believed that before Su Dian left Haoran Tianxia, ​​he must have come here to speak his heart to his uncle who depended on him for life.

Zheng Dafeng got up and took out a jug of wine, squatted on the grave, and fell on the ground, three times, and finished pouring a jug of wine.Standing up again, he threw the empty jug far into the river.

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

A moment later, a young Taoist priest wearing a lotus crown appeared at the foot of the mountain, spread his feet and ran up the mountain, sweating profusely, and sat down beside Zheng Dafeng.

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

Zheng Dafeng stretched out his thumb to Master Lu.

You can come to this place in one step, why don't you know how to shrink the mountains and rivers to be with your good buddies?

Lu Chen smiled and asked: "Brother Dafeng, what do you want to give me advice? It's a big deal. My brother has thin arms and calves. Maybe he can't handle it..."

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

Lu Chen took a deep breath, "My brother can do this kind of thing, but it's not very good, right?"

Zheng Dafeng stretched out his hand to hold Teacher Lu's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Sure enough, we got married after a few days of seeing each other. Back then, we two brothers went to listen to the corner together..."

"Stop, stop, let the past go with the wind."

Lu Chen plucked Zheng Dafeng's palm, but he didn't move at all, so he could only say: "Okay, okay, brother, just go all out, do your best, and use some tricks on the mountain."

Zheng Dafeng then withdrew his hand, and after a while, there were ripples, a young woman sat "not far" from them after hanging paper on the grave, with her hands on the ridge.

Before Sudian left her hometown, this place was indeed the last scenery of her hometown she saw. After talking with her uncle, she finally hummed an obscure old folk song. Even an old man who was born and raised in a small town, It may not be possible to understand.

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

The court is in the west, and the rain is worshiped...

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

It must be that sissy named Su Han, who often hums the tune in the place where there is no outsider. Su Dian listened to it a lot, so he learned it.

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

Lu Chen sighed and nodded, "Don't talk about being human or not, just owe me a pot of wine."

A moment later, Sudian was holding a heavy treasure, and with a flash of her figure, she had gone away to Qingming.But in this picture scroll of time, a hunched young man in Confucian shirts appeared very abruptly, with his hands behind his back, he slowly went up the mountain to the Sudian and the tomb. He looked up at the sun shining brightly, and the clear sky Wan Li said to himself: "If you are tired of exercising, don't you stay up late at night, which means exercising a lot. Don't you want to walk in the morning and evening, because you are afraid of being humiliated by exposing yourself. This is a metaphor that if you act against etiquette, you will be insulted." "

"Teacher, gatekeeper, right?"

In the end, he said with a smile and waved his hands, "The rubber cart is raining, please explain to all living beings."

Needless to say, there is no need to say much about the knowledge taught by Lu. Even Zheng Dafeng, in the Lizhu Cave where there are many masters, said that he is "a brilliant man with profound knowledge". In fact, it is not too much.

So whether it is the content of Sudian's praying for rain or the words of the strange scholar behind, both of them can understand, and as for the deep meaning, they can understand it clearly.

It was once a female body, named Su Han.Wouldn't it be pitiful for the rain master to light a fire.The rain master prayed for rain, but he still couldn't ask for it.

There are often hardships in life, which make people want to cry but have no tears.Instead, he could only be giggling and pretending to be indifferent, pretending to be calm and saying something is not easy.

It is such a man who is full of disappointment in the world, but at the end of his life, he hopes that the dozing God will open his eyes, so that a young man with no relatives and no reason will be safe and sound, and good people will be rewarded.

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

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