Sword comes

Chapter 882

A grinning old scholar came from the Fire God Temple, standing at the bottom of the steps of the flower shed, and said that he asked Aunt Feng to help inquire about the news in the palace, lest his simple-minded, kind-hearted and ignorant disciple, He was bullied by some guy who relied on his old age to sell his old age. If he was fooled by the old man by chance, and he didn't study well, he, a gentleman, certainly couldn't stand idly by.

The old scholar didn't even look at the old coachman, but only cared about getting close to Aunt Feng, and made a bow when they met. After the bow, he didn't go to sit on the stone table beside the old coachman, and scribbled words that seemed to have just been picked out of a sauerkraut jar. If there is beauty in the moon and flowers, there will be good poems. Poetry also begs for spirits in wine. If there is no alcohol in the world, the beautiful scenery of good days will be in vain...

Aunt Feng couldn't stand the sour smell, so she had to throw a jar of Baihua Niang to the old Xiucai, treating it as a gag, and sitting on the stone step at the bottom of the flower shed, the old Xiucai seemed to have just seen the old coachman, and hurried straight He lifted his butt from his waist, said hello, took the wine jar and went to the stone table to be courteous and reserved, murmured, and said a few words for the old senior, why is there only half of the jar of wine left, I have heard the name for a long time, It's like a thunderbolt, it's rare to see the previous one, and you can't get drunk no matter what, when Aunt Feng can't resist the old scholar's insinuations, she throws an altar to the old coachman, and the old scholar just stares at the latter and the drinks on the table, His eyes went up and down, erratically, and the latter immediately understood, and silently pushed the altar of Hundred Flowers Wine that he just got to this famous literary sage.

Then the old scholar sat at the table like that, took out a handful of dry fried soybeans from his sleeve, shook them on the table, borrowed Aunt Feng's natural powers, and relied on the breeze between heaven and earth to listen to the banquet in the palace dialogue.

Probably among the many sages who accompany the Confucian Temple and the head of the wine mountain, only this old scholar can do such an unscrupulous deed, and he is quite confident.

The old coachman was so tired of sitting that he wanted to say goodbye and leave.

Never thought that the old scholar squinted and threw a few fried soybeans into his mouth, "No noodles, right? Am I letting you go?"

The old coachman smiled wryly, "Wen Sheng was joking."

The old scholar sneered and said, "Are you joking? Do you need to say it? In the eyes of you guys, I am a joke in itself. Do you need to say it?"

The old coachman was so shocked that he felt uneasy for a while.

Didn't the old scholar want to talk about Tianxian today, and settle the score instead of the autumn queen of the Confucian Temple?

The old scholar sneered and said, "Senior, you are used to joking. Why, you look down on the fourth in command of the Confucian Temple, and feel that you are not qualified to sit on an equal footing with you?"

No matter how dull the old coachman was, he knew the pros and cons, and he knew something was wrong, so he immediately said to Aunt Feng with his heart: "The visitor is not kind, it's not like Wen Sheng's previous style. If you want to pour dirty water on me, please help me, at least on the Confucian Temple and Zhenwu Mountain, remember to talk about it."

Regarding his own gains and losses, the old scholar has never cared about his own honor and disgrace in this life. Even if the status of the statue in the Confucian Temple has dropped again and again, until it is moved out of the Confucian Temple or even beaten up in the street, Haoran Tianxia banned his knowledge and imprisoned him in the forest of merit. He never defended himself, shouted a word of injustice.A scholar with the suffix of "Holy" is mixed up for this purpose. In the history of Haoran Tianxia, ​​it is unique, and it has been the only one for thousands of years.

Aunt Feng replied from the bottom of her heart: "Try your best, help as long as you promise to help, don't blame me if you can't help, I'm also worried about getting burned."

Today's literati, as the old coachman said, indeed have the attitude that those who come are not good, and those who are good will not come, and it is clear that they want to question Lu Wei and his teachers.

Aunt Feng can also understand that Qi Jingchun and Chen Pingan, the two youngest disciples of the old scholar, have been "selled by the old" by several old antiques in the Lizhu Cave.

What's more, now that the old scholar is in the capital of Dali, it is also the "place of cultivating Taoism" where the first apprentice Cui Chan spent a hundred years of hard work. How can he feel better?

So as the old saying goes, don't bully those honest people who seem to have the best temper.

The old scholar said: "Aunt Feng took this opportunity to make up some old calendars that have been dusty for a long time."

Aunt Feng sighed quietly and nodded.

Therefore, Chen Pingan, who was fighting with Lu Wei and Nanzan in the palace, had more first-hand advantage "for no reason".

When the old coachman saw the literary sage, he looked sad like a wild monk for a while, squinted his eyes and stroked his beard for a while, smiled knowingly, and nodded to himself, as if he had overheard the strange and witty words to scratch the itching place.

In the end, the old scholar asked Aunt Feng to invite Lu Wei to the Fire God Temple to reminisce about the old days.

Together with Aunt Feng, Lu Wei, the old coachman, and three old friends from Lizhu Dongtian, they reunited again in a temple of fire in Dalijing City.

The old scholar glanced at the patriarch of the Lu family who came here from the Dali Palace, put a jar of Baihua brew into his sleeve, grabbed the last bit of fried soybeans on the table, put it in his mouth, chewed it slowly, and slowly got up, Said some conclusive words to the old coachman, "In the future, don't even think about going in and out from Zhenwu Mountain, otherwise, as long as I know about it once, I won't bother you. I'll just go to Zhenwu Mountain to reason. .”

The old scholar stretched out a finger and tapped his chest, "What I said is what the Confucian Temple said. If there is any objection from Zhenwu Mountain, you can go to the Confucian Temple to file a complaint. I will wait at the door."

The old coachman was relieved, fortunately, Wen Sheng didn't bully others too much, and in the future he would go in and out of the human world from Fengxue Temple.

The old scholar looked at the Lu Wei who had just fallen, "Go back to Zhongtu Shenzhou, you can say hello to Lu Sheng for me, and when you go to the astrologer in the future, don't walk at night, don't say that I have something in the Confucian Temple." What's the backing, it's useless to deal with Lu Sheng, it's impossible."

The old scholar raised his thumb and pointed to the sky, "I have people in the sky."

The talismans are in Xuan, and they are in harmony with the galaxy.

Bai and I are also good brothers, and Lao Er and Bai also had a fatal friendship, so I and Lao Er are close friends.

Why did the most sage master personally pave the way for Yu Xuanhe Dao?

Of course, it is the talisman Yu Xuan is worthy of the word "fulu". When he crossed continents to help Bai Ye, old Yu Xuan was willing to use Taoism and don't want a million talismans, but he also wanted to be involved in that chaotic war.

At the same time, the Confucian Temple is dissatisfied with the Lu family of Zhongtu, but there are some things that the Lu family has done vaguely and cleverly. It is always within the rules, and the punishment of the Confucian Temple should not be too obvious.

The sky is in the sky, and the Lu family is in the ground. This is the real living under the fence!

The old scholar's threat sounded very sassy and rascal, like a harmless and harmless joke.

But Lu Wei couldn't laugh at all.

A good-natured and good-natured gentleman cannot teach students like Qi Jingchun and Zuo Zuo.

A scholar who can only put on airs cannot teach people like Cui Chan and Chen Pingan.

A Confucian sage with insufficient knowledge would not let Liu Shiliu take the initiative to join his sect when his reputation is not obvious.

There will be no friends like Bai Ye and Bai Ze.

The old scholar became more and more angry as he talked, and was so angry that he put his hands on his hips and cursed at those two.

"When I tried to reason with you, I just refused to listen and insisted on acting like a demon."

"You have to hold your heads down before you are willing to listen to the truth and speak human words."

"My closed-door disciple has a good temper, otherwise I...forget it, I'm too low-level, too small, so I won't speak harshly today, or I'll show you a joke for nothing."

The old scholar turned his head to look at Aunt Feng who was sitting on the stone step of the flower shed.

Aunt Feng's face was full of resentment, she patted her heart, and said timidly: "Hey, it's my turn to scold me? Wen Sheng scolds me casually, I will accept it."

The old scholar was a little embarrassed, rubbed his hands together and said: "Where is it, it's not that your mouth is dry, let's drink a pot of wine to moisten your throat."

Aunt Feng laughed and said, "Wen Sheng is more comfortable cursing people directly."

The drinks are delicious but hard to cheat.

Lu Wei, who had no more energy, just had a fight with Wen Sheng, then left silently, and then traveled to the Shenzhou of Central Earth to return to the Lu family.

This patriarch of the Lu clan made up his mind that he would never set foot on Aquarius Continent again in this life. It is a land of right and wrong, and there are too many hard things. First Qi Jingchun and then Chen Pingan.

The old scholar got a little drunk, walked out of the Fire God Temple for a walk, and when he reached the gate of the temple, he stopped suddenly, sighed, and stopped talking.

The old woman of the ordinary master is not only the concierge of the Fire God Temple, but also the temple concubine.

The old woman was stooped, and said with a soft laugh: "Sage Wen has taken in a good disciple, who is gentle, courteous and thrifty, and treats others with courtesy. Great wisdom and compassion.”

The old scholar was full of joy, grinning from ear to ear, but still waved his hands, "Where is it, not as good as what the seniors said, after all, he is still a young man, and he will be better in the future."

The "old woman" in front of her is just a sojourner's skin, like a secular inn. As for her real identity, it is a bit complicated.It's a bit like Chen Qingliu and Zheng Juzhong's mentor and apprentice to the blind old Taoist priest riding the dragon alley.One of her relatively humble identities is that she is one of the ancestors of the Dragon Fushi in the Lizhu Cave, and she was also the teaching mother of a certain dragon girl in the past. Earlier, she was still a member of the Confucian Temple. The orthodox main line of the dragon raiser is one of the Confucian ritual officials.

So when Lu Chen set up a stall in a small town and Liu Xianyang overturned the fortune-telling stall, there was a potential causal line.

In the entire Aquarius Continent, the place where the dragon energy is the most prosperous, it used to be the Lizhu Cave, but now it is of course the Dali Capital City.

The old woman said with a straight face: "The subordinates have the wisdom of the superior."

The old scholar restrained his smile, was silent for a moment, and nodded slightly, "Senior has a better vision than Aunt Feng."

The old woman shook her head and said: "In terms of vision, we are not as far away as Qi Jingchun."

The old scholar hesitated for a moment, pulled his beard and sighed: "The young man's mind should be taken as a cloud, who wants to sit in the cold, uh."

The implication is that when Lu Chen went out to sea by boat, he still failed to find a place of peace of mind. In the end, in order to pursue the Tao in his heart, he left his hometown and went to Qingming Tianxia, ​​​​and became the third disciple of the Taoist ancestor. Wubo is an ancient well, knowing what to do And live in peace.Although it seems to be contrary to one's will and heartless, in fact, it has never violated the Dao in one's heart.

The old woman smiled, "Lu Chen set up a stall in the Lizhu Cave for many years. It was not only to protect his elder brother, but also to defeat Qi Jingchun's last unreasonable hand. He is obviously an enemy. Why does Wen Sheng do this?" What do people justify?"

The old scholar shook his head and said: "One size is one size, and the grievances and grievances are clear."

Over there in the flower shed.

The old coachman shook the wine jar with only half of the wine left, sighed and frowning.

Aunt Feng smiled and said: "This is called retribution, just stand up and be beaten, why bother to be weak like girls."

The old coachman said helplessly: "Whoever said it, and whoever you don't deal with, don't make enemies with the old scholar, Zheng Juzhong, and Huolong Daoist."

One quarrels too much, one has too good a brain, and one has too many friends on the mountain.

After the old coachman left the Fire God Temple angrily, the old woman staggered and came to the flower shed.

Aunt Feng clicked her tongue and said, "It's been a long time since I experienced the calmness and prestige of a Confucian Temple saint. Fortunately, it was just a false alarm."

Whether it is the newly promoted deities of the various divisions in later generations, or the genealogical monks on the mountain and the wild monks of Shanzawa, at most they have some intersection with the head of the academy. Compared with 3000 years ago, there are two clear watersheds. The images of those accompanying saints are becoming more and more faded in the hearts of the world, or even forgotten.

The old woman stroked her temple hair and nodded with a smile.

Aunt Feng drank the wine and said to herself: "worry about the clouds for the moon, worry about the moths for the books, worry about the firewood for learning, worry about the wind and rain for the flowers, worry about the ups and downs of the world, worry about the fate of the talented and beautiful, and worry about the sages and heroes. Worrying about the loneliness of the drinker is truly the heart of a first-class Bodhisattva."

The old woman murmured: "Flowers and fruits cause and effect each other."

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The boy jumped out of the carriage and walked to the alley, holding a pair of pastel flower and bird calligraphy and painting tubes, with no less than twenty scrolls.

Liu Jia scolded with a smile: "Are you moving, kid?"

When did Xiao Zhao's calligraphy and paintings become so worthless?

Or is it because Xiao Zhao was so flattered by his making an exception to reward face and beg for calligraphy and painting?

Zhao Duanming went to the alley, entered the Baiyu Dojo, threw two calligraphy and painting tubes on the ground, and said in a low voice: "Master, it seems that my grandfather already knew who wanted calligraphy and painting."

Liu Jia picked up a scroll, smiled and said: "It's normal, your grandfather has been a monkey since he was a child, he was so thin that he only had a pair of eyes left, and he would turn around when he saw people. You are not like him. Otherwise, I will never accept you as an apprentice."

I really don't know how such a young man who couldn't look away when he saw his big butt back then became a high-ranking official who was well-known in the court and the public. He was so rich in words that even the gods on the mountain asked for words.

Those who practice Taoism are good at this point. I have seen many "boys" of the old man at the foot of the mountain.

Liu Jia untied the golden silk rope on the scroll, flicked the scroll with his wrist, spread it out in the air, and wrote two rows of full and hearty characters, "I am alone but not self-pitying, and I am alone."

Liu Jia scolded with a smile: "What a little Zhao, his words are like flattering kung fu, he will grow stronger and stronger."

Zhao Duanming complained: "Master, it's almost the same. Anyway, it's my grandfather. You are always so small, making it difficult for me to be a man. Pretend to be deaf and dumb, not filial, rebut it, or not filial."

Liu Jia smiled, and suddenly asked: "Could it be some fakes that have been caught by someone?"

Zhao Duanming craned his neck to take a look, "Master, what kind of eyes are you looking at? The ink on it is not completely dry, and there is also the monogram that is a proud work that will never be stamped. Can it be faked?"

"Besides, it's not that Master doesn't know. My grandpa is the most cheeky. Even if he was short of money when he was young, at most, grandpa is just imitating paintings to make money for buying books."

Liu Jia turned his head and asked, "It's bitter, what are you doing with such a face?"

The young man squatted on the ground, "Grandpa said, let you give him two seals carved by your own hands, signed 'Sword Immortal' and 'National Hand' respectively, if you don't give them, he will come here to block the door to collect debts."

The old monk stared and said: "Did Xiao Zhao go out and didn't look at the way, and his brain was caught by the door? An old guy who would collapse in the wind, dare to come here to block the door?"

Zhao Duanming looked at his master with pitiful eyes.

How could I have such a master who is not enlightened.

Liu Jia quickly figured out the joints, coughed a few times, and found a step for himself to go down, "It's easy to say, Master is actually a well-known master of gold and stone who hides his secrets, but he just doesn't reveal his unique skills easily."

Damn, these officials and scholars are full of tricks, and they like to beat around the bush when they talk and do things.

Liu Jia opened another picture and let out a huff, quite surprised.

Even if the old monk is a layman in calligraphy, he still feels that this copybook is not tacky when it is opened.

Very simple, is extremely rare word for line!

Therefore, after all the characters are spread out, the scroll is as long as three feet!

In the sixth year of Yuanjia, in a bitterly cold place, the floods were slightly calm, and I saw a solitary boat in Tsing Yi, crossing the river gracefully, people are gods, ghosts are also immortals".

It ends with the words "returning at night with candlelight".

The characters are like spears and halberds, with an imposing manner.

Zhao Duanming was stunned for a long time, then said in a daze, "Why did Grandpa give away this calligraphy and painting as well?"

Grandpa said more than once that this painting will be used as a pillow in the coffin in the future.

Grandpa is a typical frail scholar. I heard that he was weak and sick when he was a child. When he was 30 years old, he was an official in the Ministry of Household Affairs. He had a disagreement with Cui Guoshi. For six years in the precarious state of Rongzhou, the former secretary of the household department had no choice but to go to the border to become a magistrate of a lower county. Moreover, when my grandfather left Beijing at that time, he never thought that he would be able to return alive. Beijing.

Zhao Duanming once heard his father mention the matter, saying that your grandma has a strong temperament, and she has never cried in front of outsiders in her life, only this time, she really cried miserably.

When grandpa returned to Beijing, there was no Wanmin umbrella, no good official reputation in the local area, and not a single poem left behind. It seemed that except for a parcel, the only extra thing on his body was this calligraphy.

Every time the picture scroll was slowly spread out on the desk, the patriarch of the Zhao family in Tianshui would bring a jug of wine.

From reading a word with a sip of wine in the prime of life, to reading numbers with a sip of wine in the old age, until now, the elderly can read a whole picture with only half a pot of wine.

And that copybook begins in the sixth year of Yuanjia.

It happened to be the year when the Dali Frontier Army won the bitter border battle with Lu's Cavalry Army.

It was here that a civil servant of the household department scolded him as a militaristic Dali cavalry.

In one year, the mighty Lu family's 12 elite cavalry troops were beaten to the ground in the words of the common people, and countless enemies were killed. The Dali frontier army was killed within the border of the Lu family for the first time. Some border victories!

To use the words of Dali official circles, with a little extra care, he killed Lu's iron cavalry, who was invincible in the past, "there is no one on horseback"!

Since then, in the northern mountains and rivers of Aquarius Continent, there are no more Lu's cavalry, only the Dali cavalry.

Liu Jia slowly put away the copybook, turned his head and said to the young man, "Tell your grandfather, the two seals are on me."

Han Zhoujin, a monk of the Earthly Branch lineage, left the capital secretly. She came to the land of Gyeonggi, a small temple with little reputation.

Standing at the door, she saw a young man who was copying scriptures in the dormitory, with a focused and meticulous expression, copying a Buddhist scripture in small letters.

That man looked like a romantic and suave son of a family.

But Han Zhoujin was so nervous that even his palms were covered with sweat.

The contemporary Patriarch of the Zizhao Yan Clan is Yan Yongfeng, Qingqing of Guanglu Temple. Compared with someone with the surname of Shangzhu Kingdom, his official position is neither big nor small. He is a person, but a person who no one dares to underestimate.

It was Yan Jiaoran, the person who cultivated Taoism with good looks and skills in Han Zhoujin's eyes.

Yan Jiaoran is proficient in cursive script, but he likes to copy scriptures here in lower case. It seems that every time he comes to Beijing, he will come here to copy scriptures in his spare time.

This is the third time that Han Zhoujin has met this person here.

After copying a sentence, Yan Jiaoran turned his head and said with a smile, "Come in and sit, what are you doing in a daze."

Yan Jiaoran lowered his head and said softly: "Miss Han, wait a moment, there are still more than a hundred words left."

Han Zhoujin gently closed the door, and then stood at the door.

Before meeting that Mr. Chen, Han Zhoujin was only afraid of the people in front of him.

For a while, the only sound in the room was the rustling of the pen nib rubbing against the paper.

After Yan Jiaoran finished copying a piece of Buddhist scriptures, he lightly put down his pen, turned his head to look at the woman standing at the door, and said with a smile, "Sit down."

Han Zhoujin hurried forward a few steps, moved a chair and sat down.

Yan Jiaoran stretched out his hand and pressed a rare copybook on the table, "I heard Cui Guoshi say that calligraphy is the least popular path, and it is not as good as painting. I advised me not to waste my thoughts and energy on this kind of thing. Later, it was about Seeing that I don't repent, maybe I think I have some talent? After a meeting, I just gave me a few pointers and threw me this cursive copybook."

Han Zhoujin listened to every word.

It's just that she doesn't know the use of memorizing these.

Yan Jiaoran suddenly asked: "At the inn, the nine of you seem to have suffered a lot?"

Han Zhoujin was just about to describe in detail the process of those few fights.

Yan Jiaoran waved his hand and said: "You don't need to say anything in detail, you just need to talk about how the lord Yinguan gave you instructions, such as whether he mentioned the ruins of the Tongbai Fudi, and the sword fairy entourage beside you ?”

Han Zhoujin didn't dare to hide anything, so he came one by one.

There is still one person missing and the nine who have not completed the Earthly Branches may have their own backgrounds except for the juvenile survival. The national teacher never banned them from communicating with the outside world.

"Thousands of effort, all sides attack, the air channels are unobstructed, and the laws are strict."

Unexpectedly, Yan Jiaoran patted the calligraphy book lightly, and began to change the subject again, saying: "The side edge enters the paper, and the center strokes the brush. The cursive script is scribbled, the essence of learning, but the word 'correctness' is what makes it so spectacular. Miss Han, do you think it's strange?"

After all, Han Zhoujin is not a stupid person, he finally understood what the other party meant, nodded immediately and said: "Mr. Within the rules."

Yan Jiaoran smiled and remained silent.

Han Zhoujin held his breath and sat aside.

Yan Jiaoran smiled and said, "Miss Han doesn't need to be so cautious."

Han Zhoujin nodded.

But her restraint has not diminished in the slightest.

Yan Jiaoran.

The monks accompanying the army who were in charge of deploying all the Dali cavalry not only recorded the military exploits, but also were responsible for rewards and punishments. Therefore, the Dali soldiers and the three departments of punishment and rites may not be able to really intervene in the matter of the monks accompanying the army.

Yan Jiaoran is like a shadow of the Great Li Dynasty, which only exists in the night.

It is recognized as one of the absolute confidantes of Cui Chan, the national teacher.

Of course, Han Zhoujin couldn't verify the authenticity of this cryptic statement.

But Han Zhoujin can be very sure of one fact, that Yan Jiaoran had a big fight with Song Changjing in his early years!

In addition, Han Zhoujin is also aware of a secret matter. Yan Jiaoran and Qi Zhen, the Great Heavenly Lord of Shengaozong, are friends with a huge age gap, and even more irreversible friends.

That's why the Yan family was able to take the first step, snatch her from Dali Nianganlang, and bring her back to the Yan family from Qingtan Fudi.

"The friend Chen Pingan mentioned, if you guess correctly, should be Liu Jinglong from Taihui Sword Sect. As for him asking you to go to the Fire God Temple to find Aunt Feng, you should openly ask where the formation center is, and cherish these two things. A fairy fate on the mountain."

Yan Jiaoran stood up, "Come on, it's time for dinner, I'll treat Miss Han to a bowl of plain noodles."

Yan Jiaoran got up and took Han Zhoujin out of the dormitory, and went to the next room, where there was only a table and four benches.

Because he was a big pilgrim here, Yan Jiaoran didn't need to go to the Vegetarian Restaurant, and directly asked a personal servant who showed his body to ask the monks for two sets of plain noodles.

Yan Jiaoran didn't sit in the main seat at the opposite door, Chaohan Zhoujin stretched out his hand and pressed it falsely, and said with a smile, "The reason why I like to come here is half because of greed and half Zen."

Soon a young novice with steady steps brought two bowls of plain noodles.

Han Zhoujin looked down at the bowl of noodles in front of him, full of color and fragrance.

Shiitake mushrooms, reed sprouts, green onions, fried tofu, vinegar radish, and several hot and sour dishes that cannot be named.

Coupled with the toppings, Han Zhoujin, an ascetic ascetic, suddenly had an appetite for chopsticks.

Everyone eats their own food.

Yan Jiaoran rolled up a piece of plain noodles with chopsticks, chewed slowly, put a piece of vegetable dish into his mouth, and said for no reason: "Actually, when I was young, I secretly went to the inverted mountain."

Just as Han Zhoujin was about to stop his chopsticks, Yan Jiaoran smiled and said, "Don't be too cautious, it's not that I think there's anything wrong with you, but that I'm the person who fears trouble the most and dislikes trouble the most, so I have to remind you of nonsense often, you It doesn't matter if you are annoying or not, but you are really annoying me."

Han Zhoujin didn't say a word, just rolled up a large chopsticks of noodles, bowed his head and started to eat.

"It's miserable. I took the mountain turtle in the old dragon city to Daoxuan mountain. It was my first time to travel across continents, and it was the only time. Along the way, I was learning the dialect of Zhongtu Shenzhou,

Otherwise, when we arrive at Daoxuan Mountain, we will be regarded as a country bumpkin, and it will be difficult to pay outside. At that time, our Aquarius Continent was very unpopular, and our Dali was regarded as a barbarian in the north. This kind of discomfort is not big or small, and it is everywhere. It is conceivable how uncomfortable I am for a person who is said to have obsessive-compulsive disorder by Cui Guoshi. "

"Miss Han, you are young, so you may not be able to understand this statement, and of course you will not be able to understand it in the future. This is a very lucky thing."

"Guess what, when I pass the inverted mountain and arrive at the Great Wall of Sword Qi, what is the biggest regret?"

Han Zhoujin could only shake his head.

How do you guess.

Yan Jiaoran smiled.

It's a pity it's not the young hermit official.

"It's the Great Wall of Sword Qi with sword repair like a cloud, and the sword fairy has only one surnamed Yan."

"His name is Yan Ming."

"He's still a hero who knows how to do business."

Speaking of this, Yan Jiaoran rolled up plain noodles with chopsticks, and nodded to himself.

What is the real dragon vein of a country?

It's a horseshoe, it's silver.

What is the peak of national power, the most intuitive, is the deafening sound of horseshoes on the battlefield.

There is also the sound of the counting board, which can sing in harmony with the sound of school books.

"So when I arrived at the Great Wall of Sword Qi, the first thing I did was go to the gate of Yan's house and register myself, saying that my surname is also Yan and I come from Aquarius Continent."

Yan Jiaoran stretched out a thumb, wiped the corners of his mouth, couldn't hold it back, and smiled from ear to ear, "As a result, the old concierge didn't go to report, and just tipped me a word. Miss Han?"

Han Zhoujin raised his head and said bravely, "Is it the word 'roll'?"

Yan Jiaoran continued: "I was young back then, and I had a big temper. I just wanted to fight that old guy. I never thought that the old concierge who was walking unsteadily was actually a golden elixir sword fairy."

Yan Jiaoran stretched out a finger and tapped his forehead, "A flying sword, just stop here, makes my hair stand on end."

"Well, peeing my pants is not enough. Although I was young and my realm was not high at the time, it's not like I haven't killed people before."

"But the feeling that my life is hanging by a thread still haunts me until now. It's not that I was almost slaughtered by someone, and it's hard to let go, but the feeling of powerlessness is so aggrieved. Why is the other party so powerful? Why are you so weak and stupid."

"I see that nine of you seem to be more stupid than me."

"Hehe, the proud son of heaven selected from the mountains and rivers of Yizhou, has no realm of cultivation and treasures of heaven and earth, and his character is so unusable."

"Before, I wondered why Master Guoshi, who is the best at carving people's hearts, left you there and let you sit and watch the sky, with eyes growing on your foreheads. It turns out that the Guoshi really had plans."

As Yan Jiaoran was talking, he seemed to be digressing again, squinting his eyes and smiling, "I heard that Immortal Yan Jian, before the end of that battle, he was planning to make money in a counting room in Chunfanzhai, Daoxuanshan."

"So no one knows, how much I want to meet that young hermit official, and ask him personally, how is that Yan Jianxian who broke his arms and went to the top of the city, how about sword skills, and how about killing demons."

"It's just to avoid suspicion. If you can't meet, you can't ask. So I called you here this time, and there is such a small matter that I need your help to ask."

The traveling monks in the vast world, facing the sword cultivators of the Great Wall of Sword Qi,

Later, the frontier troops of various countries in Aquarius Continent faced the Dali Iron Cavalry.

Perhaps it was the same feeling Yan Jiaoran had when facing that concierge Jianxiu in his early years.

Yan Jiaoran will soon go to the wild world together with Cao Ping, the hunting envoy.

The temple was built at the foot of the mountain. After Han Zhoujin left, Yan Jiaoran leaned against the door and looked at the green hills above.

There is no one in the empty mountain, and the water is flowing and flowers are blooming.

Don't doubt that the Taoist sits in meditation in vain, and the hero draws his sword and becomes a god.

The Patriarch of the Ma family in Poyang, Ma Yuan was born with big, thick arms and a full face, but he writes wonderfully in the small script of hairpin flowers, is proficient in arithmetic, and always speaks softly when speaking with others.

Ma Yuan is not yet 50 years old. For a Beijing official who ranks in the center, he can be said to be in his prime in the officialdom.

However, Ma Yuan is neither a warrior on the battlefield nor a person who cultivates Taoism, but now he is in charge of the entire big money bag.

In terms of the rapid rise of Dali's officialdom, Ma Yuan in the capital in the north and Liu Qingfeng in the capital in the south are counted.

Of course, it is also the one that gets scolded the most.

Because today's Ma Yuan has become the Minister of the Ministry of Households.

A national plan.

Today, a group of high-ranking chief officials of the Ministry of Household Cleaning Department were called into the house by Lord Shangshu, and none of them dared to breathe.

Except for Guan Yiran.

That is to say, there are so many people now, as long as the door is closed, this guy will dare to hook shoulders with Lord Shangshu after finishing his official business.

The yamen was on duty, so he didn't dare to drink, and no one stopped him from drinking tea. When Guan Yiran came here, after talking about things, he would search around for tea.

Who made Ma Yuan's imperial examination master be Guan Yiran's great-grandfather?

No matter who made Ma Yuan's past years of Beijing inspections when he was an official in Beijing, and the grand plans of the court when he was an official abroad, Ma Yuan was undoubtedly the second best.

The problem is that every three years, the big plan of Yujing’s inspection has always been the one-acre land of Guan Laoshangshu of the Ministry of Officials. Famous for saying one thing, monopolizing power.

Ma Yuan scolded those officials of the household department bloody, and scolded them one by one, and no one could escape.

After treating those officials as grandsons, Ma Yuan left Guan Yiran alone, looking at that subordinate who was not too young, Ma Yuan had mixed feelings, and for no reason he thought of the guy's great-grandfather in front of him.

"Ma Yuan, from the third grade. The good news is that you have been promoted. The bad news is that your evaluation will depend on the emperor's will."

"But don't worry, I can still say a few words to your majesty and the national teacher."

During the few years when Ma Yuan was promoted step by step from the Ministry of Officials to be a minister, it was indeed a bit difficult.

It's not how difficult it is to be an official, but how difficult it is to be a human being.

An official from the Ministry of Officials unabashedly escorted him in the officialdom, causing a child of Shangzhu Kingdom to bear a lot of gossip.

In the three years and seven moves of the official department, even if Ma Yuan was from the Ma family in Poyang, who would not be jealous?

Later, he was transferred to the Ministry of Household Affairs. Once Ma Yuan was discussing with a large group of officials in the Shangshu House. He was so angry that he slapped the table and uttered a well-known official saying.

"Damn it, I admit that I am the illegitimate son of Mr. Guan, okay?!"

After the court meeting ended the next day, Mr. Guan called Ma Yuan, who was walking like a fly, and said earnestly: "Ma Yuan, don't talk nonsense in the future, your majesty and the national teacher have heard about yesterday's discussion in the imperial study room. I made a special mention, the way His Majesty looked at me at that time was not right."

Ma Yuan nodded.

I really violated the official taboo.

I never thought that Mr. Guan slapped Ma Yuan on the back of the head, "Thanks to the help of the national teacher, I said a fair word, saying that I can't give birth to a crooked cub like you."

Jokes are jokes.

In fact, Ma Yuan is very clear about why he was able to rise up in the officialdom.

Because I am proficient in arithmetic, I have a natural sensitivity to numbers.

When Ma Yuan was still working in the household department as a Jinshi of Xinke, the national teacher Cui Chen privately gave Ma Yuan a stack of classics on arithmetic and arithmetic, and an extra piece of paper with ten arithmetic arithmetic written on it. Difficulties, and ten similar imperial examination questions.

Ma Yuan asked: "Yiran, do you think Dali still needs a new national teacher?"

Guan Yiran felt dizzy for a while, "Uncle Ma, if you ask me what a cold-blooded Zhima official is doing, you have to ask the Emperor."

I don't call him Lord Shangshu any more, and the only ones who can ask and answer this question are a pair of uncles and nephews with different surnames.

Ma Yuan raised his face and taught him a lesson: "Fuck you, six yamen, big and small nine qings, the bench in our household department is the least cold."

Guan Yiran started to rummage through the cabinets again, and now Master Shangshu's tea is hidden more and more hidden, while looking for it, he said casually, "Whoever has a bigger hat has a louder voice."

As expected of being "the illegitimate son of Ma Shangshu", he dared to speak and act like this.

Ma Yuan rubbed his cheeks, the little bastard really deserves a beating.

Mr. Shang Shu leaned back against the chair, the files and official documents on the table were neatly sorted, and all the booklets did not even have a wrinkle.

It may not be the civil and military officials of the officialdom in Dali. Everyone wants to be a good official by nature, and they can be a capable official.

It's just that when someone in the temple looks at everyone so coldly year after year, and no one knows what that person is thinking, we can't help but be good officials.

But that person said to Ma Yuan in private that one day he will no longer be in the officialdom, and you can still do this, which is the true and correct knowledge of work.

There are two or three confidants in the world, so you don't need to hate them.

Ma Yuan dare not say that the national teacher is his confidant, let alone call himself the confidant of the national teacher Cui Chan.

There is a very pleasant thing in life, and this life is not in vain.

As the prime minister of a country, I, Ma Yuan, did my best for the Dali court, so that the invincible Dali Iron Cavalry never suffered a shortage of one tael of silver in the war, and never deducted a tael of silver in pensions after the war.

So if I, Ma Yuan, are not arrogant, who cares?

Thinking of this, Master Shang Shu felt that the rummaging of that bastard suddenly became more pleasing to the eye.

Ma Yuan glanced at the hand-made inkstone on the table, and said: "The inkstone has no inscription, which is a fly in the ointment."

"Just treat it as beautiful jade without cutting it."

Finally found a tin tea pot for Guan Yiran, engraved with poems, signed "Shi Mou", from

Everyone's hands are more precious than the tea in the pot.

Ma Yuan remained silent.

Guan Yiran put the tin can in his sleeve, slapped his head, said that there was an urgent need to deal with an official document, and hurried out the door.

Ma Yuan suddenly said: "Yiran, although choosing friends is the most important thing in life, you still need to maintain a sense of proportion, the distance is appropriate, so that you can advance and retreat appropriately."

Guan Yiran just stepped over the threshold, turned his head and smiled brightly, "Understood, Master Shangshu."

Ma Yuan stretched out his hand, "Bring it."

Guan Yiran pretended to be stupid and said, "What?"

At Honglu Temple, which is a neighbor of the Household Government Office, an old man called Xun Qu.

Xun Qu is just a small preface class from the ninth grade. It is reasonable to say that he is a hundred and eight thousand miles away from the official rank of Lord Qing of Honglu Temple.

Honglu Temple, as one of the small nine officials of the Dali Dynasty, was originally just a place to fart according to the ridicule of the six yamen. The status of the Lusi Temple has been rising. Originally, if the young officials of Dali were transferred to serve in the Honglu Temple, they would be regarded as a kind of relegation.

Sir Si Qing looked kindly, and asked with a smile: "Xun Qu, how are the preparations for the mansion reports of each department?"

Xun Qu replied respectfully: "Except for the Ministry of War, which is still unwilling to let go, the rest of the bureaus are very talkative, and there are six more residence newspapers than last time."

Lord Siqing laughed and said, "Six grasses on the wall will fall with the wind."

Xun Qu pretended not to hear the old man's complaints.

This lord of the Honglu Temple, named Changsun Mao, was born in a local gentry in the capital, that is, the official old man who once waited at his door for Guan Yi to come, and scolded young people for not knowing how to behave. Age, seniority in the officialdom, and official title, the eldest grandson Mao is a "seniority" lower than the official Guan Guan.

He claims to have been a child prodigy for ten years, a gifted scholar for 20 years, and a famous official for 30 years. When he retires and returns to his hometown, he will live a few more years and strive to be a god for another [-] years. It will be half his life by then A man who is rich, old, and idle.

Honglu Temple is one of the old yamen of the Dali court that has never changed its address, so it seems to occupy a vast area. The upper reaches of the Changpu River flow here, so there are small bridges and flowing water inside the yamen, and the scenery is beautiful.In the past hundred years, one of the merits of Honglu Temple's successive ministers is that they withstood the pressure, never moved, never let the virtuous.

Elder Sun Mao gently rubbed his wrists, and took a walk with the young Xuban on the bridge over the river. The pines and cypresses by the river were evergreen, and the color was towering. The old man walked on the bridge, walking slowly, looking at those who were about the same age as Dali Honglu Temple. I couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "The life of a person is also straight. This thing has been going for a long time, and it will be water if it goes and never returns, and it will be pine and cypress if it does not change with time."

The old man stomped his feet and said with a smile: "Before you young people entered Honglu Temple, you didn't know that the cowards who served as officials here were aggrieved. The Lu Dynasty, the earliest suzerain country, and the officials of the Great Sui Dynasty went to Dali as envoys. They When talking here, regardless of the size of the official's hat, the voice will be raised a little bit, as if afraid of our Dali Song Clan's Honglu Temple officials, all of them are deaf. Are you angry?"

"Among all the yamen in the capital, Cui Guoshi is the most indifferent to Honglu Temple. The number of times he came here as a guest is very few. The last time Cui Guoshi set foot here was at the end of winter in the fifth year of Yuanjia. So The old man in Honglu Temple always felt guilty and could not hold his head up when he was brought up by other yamen. At the end of that winter, a young official from the Lu Dynasty was able to lead an envoy to the capital of Dali. At that time, as the newly-appointed Minister of Honglu Temple, I accompanied them on a tour, and when I heard a sentence, I was so angry that my face was livid, my lips trembled, and I almost rolled up my sleeves to fight with them..."

The old man patted the bridge railing, "If I remember correctly, it's near here."

The old man raised his hand high above his head, "That's how Lu's officials looked at us and talked to us at that time."

"The sound of horseshoes at the border gate is not loud, and it's useless for our Honglu Temple officials to speak loudly."

"As long as the horseshoes are like thunder on the battlefield, and you don't even say a word, no one will dare to talk nonsense."

The old man put away his hand and pointed at Xun Qu, "You young people in the officialdom of Dali, especially the officials who are working in our Honglu Temple, are very lucky, so you should cherish this hard-won luck even more. We must also be prepared for danger in times of peace, and make persistent efforts.”

With his hands clasped behind his back, the old man laughed at himself and said, "I suffered an internal injury that time, and I planned to resign in a fit of anger. I felt that it would be useless to have me or not."

"On the day I submitted my resignation letter to the imperial court, the national teacher unexpectedly came to Honglu Temple. After all, I was the most senior official here, so I came here to see the national teacher. He didn't let go, Master Guoshi didn't say anything, he didn't persuade, scold, or get angry, and he had a frank meeting with me and pointed out the country's teacher who was later rumored by the outside world. You just asked me a question, if being an official is only fun when the country is strong, then who will be an official when the country is weak?"

The old man patted himself on the shoulder for no reason, but unfortunately it wasn't the end of winter and it hadn't snowed heavily yet.

The reunion at the end of the fifth year of Yuanjia happened in the midst of heavy snowfall, and the snow was so heavy on the road that the pines and cypresses sometimes heard the sound of broken branches and crackled from time to time.

Before leaving Honglu Temple that year, the national teacher patted Changsun Mao on the shoulder, with a smile on his face, calmly, and talked to the outgoing Honglu Temple Minister.

But it doesn't matter, your eldest Sun Mao is not willing to be a cowardly official, and others will come forward. You can just retreat to the mountains and forests to enjoy the blessings, and the literati can talk with nothing, cursing the sky and the earth. You can rest assured that the future Dali court will tolerate Bookish like you.

Chang Sun Mao looked into the distance of the road.

It seems to have vaguely seen a scene from the past.

An old man in a Confucian shirt with frosty temples, drifted away in the wind and snow, and left Honglu Temple just like that.

Changsun Mao still had something to say today, but he didn't say it.

For example, I was so angry at the words of Lu's officials that year. In fact, what really made Chang Sun Mao feel ashamed was the almost numb expressions of those old people at Dali Honghe Temple who caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of his eyes. It comes out of the bone as a matter of course.

Chang Sun Mao continued to move forward, "Fortunately, I was born in a wealthy family in a peaceful and prosperous age. I became famous when I was young. Rise up and try to turn the tide. If you have a grandson with love, if you can die without any illness in the future and have a decent posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous title, life like this can be said to be a blessing."

Changsun Mao suddenly turned his head and asked, "How is that Chen Shanzhu's knowledge?"

Xun Qu was a little surprised, because the last time we met, Sir Siqing had already asked the same question, and Xun Qu had also given himself the answer.

Chang Sun Mao raised his hands, breathed lightly, and said with a smile, "How difficult is it to compose a poem? It's mediocre."

This is true for writing poetry, and it is also true for being an official.Maybe it's the same as being a national teacher?

Xun Qu was in a fog.

In a big mansion in Yichi Lane, sitting at the head of the hall was a spirited old woman, holding a cane in both hands, smiling and looking at the Empress Empress and a little girl outside the door.

The old woman is honored as the old lady in the officialdom of Dali.

She is only 12 years younger than Mr. Guan, just one cycle behind, and has the same zodiac sign.

The old woman stood up and bowed to the empress.

After accepting the salute first, Empress Yu Mian hurriedly returned the salute as the younger generation of the family.

Yu Yu yelled carelessly, "Second Aunt!"

The old lady nodded with a smile.

Song Xu just felt extremely awkward.

The old lady usually rests in her hometown.

Not all the surnames of Shangzhu Kingdom settled in the capital like Yuan and Cao.

For example, the foundation of the Guan family is still in Yunzai County, Yizhou.

The old lady and the queen Yu Mian sat on two adjacent chairs. The old woman stretched out her hand and gently held Yu Mian's hand. Looking at the little girl sitting opposite her, she smiled kindly and said, "I haven't seen you in a few years. Finally she looks like a girl, and she has a little ups and downs when she walks, otherwise she will be a tomboy and difficult to marry."

Yu Yu laughed and said: "It's easy to say, it's two or three times a year, and it won't take a few years, and it will soon be worthy of the word 'magnificent'! When Gaiyan and Han Zhoujin are added together, it will be even better than that." But I."

Empress Yu Mian smiled as usual.

His Royal Highness sitting next to Yu Yu had no choice but to drink tea in silence with a sullen face.

The old lady listened to Yu Yu's ear, and chatted about some recent anecdotes in the capital.

Occasionally comment a few words.

"It's very simple to be a human being. Try to do less frowning things, and try to have as few tooth-gnashing people around you as possible. The road will be wide."

"That little bastard in Yuan Huajing's practice was too smooth, his realm came too fast, and his mastery temperament didn't keep up. It's the same reason as a person who ran too fast and didn't keep up with his brain."

Prince Song Xu still pretended he didn't hear anything.

In fact, the old lady is about the same age as Yuan Huajing.

From the outspoken Yu Yu, Song Xu also heard an old story. When Yuan Huajing was young, he had a quack dispute with an old lady of the same age.

The old lady said: "On the way here, at the border of Gyeonggi, I saw a hovering ferry in the distance. King Luo seems to be on it?"

Song Mu, King of Dali Fan, the younger brother of Emperor Song He, was granted the title of King of the ancient Luozhou, which is also one of the birthplaces of the Dadu in the middle.

Song Xu immediately said: "Returning to the old lady, the emperor's uncle has already taken a boat to the wild world."

The old matriarch hummed and patted Queen Yu Mian's hand lightly.

The old woman asked with a smile: "Your Highness, do you think that Chen Jianxian of Luoba Mountain is more like our national teacher, or more like Qi Shanzhang of Shanya Academy?"

Song Xu was a little embarrassed, and glanced at his mother.

Yu Mian shook his head lightly.

Yu Yu clapped the handle of the chair, and the girl spoke freely as usual, "It looks like it!"

"impossible."

The old woman shook her head and said: "Master Qi Shan gave lectures in the academy back then, which made people feel like sitting on the spring breeze, and also felt cute in winter. On the other hand, Cui Guoshi's swaying in the temple makes people feel that the autumn wind is chilling, and summer is awesome. The feeling that the two have very different personalities, how can they have nothing to do with each other. How can one person have both. Yu Yu, you must have read it wrong. Your Highness, why don’t you talk about it?”

Song Xu could only choose his words carefully, and said slowly, "It's similar to Yu Yu, maybe I'm wrong too."

The old lady smiled and nodded, "Mochi is delicious."

Qin Tianjian.

The supervisor, supervisor, and deputy began to ask about Yuan Tianfeng, because the Dali court planned to change the name of Longzhou to Chuzhou. It was promoted to Longzhou, because the land boundary included more than half of the blessed land of Lizhu, which took root. Compared with other prefectures, Longzhou’s territory was extremely vast, but under its jurisdiction there were only four counties of Celadon, Baoxi, Sanjiang, and Xianghuo. The imperial court has an extremely unusual setup, so in addition to changing the name of the state, it also needs to set up several new counties and add more new counties, which is tantamount to disrupting a whole Longzhou county and starting from scratch.

Wei Li, the current governor of Longzhou, will soon have another important role in the court.

Dali official circles recognized that there are two geomantic treasures that are the easiest to get promoted, one is the native Longzhou, and the other is the Qingluan Kingdom of the old vassal.

Yuan Tianfeng looked at the old map of Longzhou Kanyu and said with a smile: "I am only responsible for naming, and I will not make any suggestions when it comes to the specific boundaries of counties and counties. As for whether these names are used in the county or the county, you Qin Tianjian went to discuss with the Ministry of Rites on his own."

In addition to compiling the almanac, Qin Tianjian, who is collectively known as Mr. Qingwu, also has the right to survey geography.

If it is said that the changes of celestial phenomena are closely related to the rise and fall of human emperors, then Qin Tianjian used arithmetic to calculate the speed of the sky, so as to compile the calendar and give the time on behalf of the sky, which is the act of establishing Zhengshuo.

Deputy Supervisor Ma said with a smile, "I implore Mr. Yuan to speak freely."

Divination and Physiognomy, Disgusting Shrine, Fortune Telling by Bone, Birthday Horoscope, Ziwei Doushu, Divination of Dreams...

This Mr. Yuan can be said to be omnipotent.

Yuan Tianfeng reported a series of county names, Xiandu, Jinyun, Lanxi, Wushang, Wuyi, Wencheng...

After hearing those names, the supervisor and deputy supervisor looked at each other and smiled.

Yuan Tianfeng said suddenly: "In terms of naming, you can actually ask someone's opinion, maybe there will be unexpected joy."

Master Jianzheng looked at the deputy supervisor and coughed.

The deputy horse supervisor ignored it, and the supervisor began to cough again.

The Deputy Supervisor turned his head and asked, "Master Supervisor, is your throat uncomfortable?"

The prisoner let out a long sigh, "That's all."

The deputy horse inspector breathed a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Jianzheng said: "Those who are able can do more work. This time, I will let Brother Ma continue to go out. His surname is Ma. He will definitely take the lead and succeed."

Jingcheng Road Main Court.

The leader Taoist from the Dali Chongxu Bureau has been listening to the discussion and has not interrupted from the beginning to the end.

It's just that after the discussion, he walked out of the Taoist temple with Ge Ling.

Geling is the family name of Jurong in the southeast boundary of Aquarius Island.

The Taoist priest who was born in the Baiyun Temple of Qingluan Kingdom, in fact, their hometowns are similar, but they didn't meet each other before they entered Beijing.

In the palace garden, the woman lay on the table, sobbing.

The woman suddenly raised her head and snorted coldly.wait and see!

But when she saw the green bamboo chopsticks on the table, she couldn't help feeling miserable and complaining.

alley.

Suddenly, Liu Jia's heartstrings tensed, and he turned his head to look into the alley.

The boy opened his eyes wide, and for the first time saw an uninvited visitor walking out of the alley instead of entering the alley.A thief with such a high level of morality?

Liu Jia was very angry, good guy, how dare you trespass into the mansion of the national teacher?

As a Nascent Soul cultivator, am I a vegetarian?

The old monk's face sank like water, "Hurry up and report your name, and then follow me to the Ministry of Punishment."

If this guy forced his way into the alley, he could be a little more flexible, so he would stop him if he stopped him, and if he couldn't stop him, he would be considered a bold and skilled person.

But this guy dared to cross the border directly, wandered out from the national teacher's house, and swaggered to his eyes, then I'm sorry, there is no room for maneuver, and there is no need to discuss.

The man stood at the edge of the Baiyu Dojo, and introduced himself: "Baidi City, Zheng Juzhong."

The young man just wanted to explain to his master habitually, introduce a few words, and then add that he has never seen the picture scroll of Zheng Juzhong in Baidi City, so he doesn't know whether the one in front of him is real or not, so to distinguish the real from the fake, master, you You have to decide for yourself.

Teacher Liu Laoxian almost burst into tears, and finally met a person who signed up for himself after meeting him.

Seeing Liu Jia's upright spirit, he turned sideways to get out of the way, and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Zheng is welcome to come and visit us often!"

----

After Chen Ping walked out of the gate of the imperial city, he said, "Xiaomo, let's walk a few more steps and take me to follow the ferry."

It wasn't long before Pei Qian and Cao Qinglang boarded a fairy family ferry and set off southward.

Xiao Mo nodded, and then asked, "Master, are you worried about those two disciples?"

Chen Ping smiled and said, "There is nothing to worry about, I just want to see them more. By the way, let them pass a message to another student of mine."

Xiao Mo asked curiously: "Your Master's student, is Mr. Cui that Fellow Daoist Lu mentioned?"

Chen Ping asked back: "Your Fellow Daoist Lu, what did you say about Cui Dongshan?"

Xiao Mo replied: "Front, middle, back and the end, Fellow Daoist Lu each has a four-character comment, which are geniuses of the sky, unworldly achievements, comeback, and the eyes of the world."

Chen Pingan nodded, showing a rare look of disappointment, and said softly: "So I, as a husband, have always been a misnomer."

Xiao Mo shook his head and said: "I think this student of the young master will never feel that his husband is not worthy of his name, but only feel lucky and honored."

Chen Pingan endured and endured, but he still couldn't hold back, and slapped Xiaomo's shoulder heavily, "What kind of atmosphere! It really has nothing to do with me."