Chapter 1008: A jar of forty-year-old wine

Aquarius Continent Xiyue, one of the many vassal states of the Dali Dynasty, the capital of Yuxuan Kingdom, in the night, when the lights are on, a fortune-telling booth on the street, the middle-aged Taoist priest who was lying on the table and was drunk, hit a Excited, he raised his head, and still looked like he was intoxicated. He picked up the jug at hand and drank the rejuvenation soup that was sober with alcohol. Then he exhaled a long breath and prepared to close the stall and go back to the house. The Taoist priest stretched out his sleeves, quietly weighed the purse, and earned some silver coins, most of which were copper coins.
There are some children on the street who return late from a spring outing. The grass is green and willows are yellow, and they are drunk and frivolous. They return to the city on horseback at night, as if their hooves are stained with the fragrance of spring grass.
The middle-aged Taoist began to pick up the fortune-tellers on the table, twisted up a few copper coins for divination, and rubbed them all the year round, the pulp was shiny, threw them into the fortune-tellers together, and then pulled up a tablecloth full of surnames. , Usually Taoist priests here, just look at the signed text to measure good and bad luck, read palmistry to others to calculate the marriage, and also measure the characters, write family letters and so on, they can make up some household expenses, the capital cost is not as good as the local counties and counties in Yuxuanguo, the price tongue-tied.
As for people's surname guessing, it was a kind of "adjacent skills" that he learned from Xiaoheitan in his early years. They were all in the rivers and lakes. I still remember that one of her dreams when she was a child was to take her master together. Walk the rivers and lakes and make a lot of money in partnership! Looking for a bustling road, she first helped to beat the gongs and drums and shouted, and she became popular. Master first played a few knives, and then played the chest to beat the big stone, and sold dog skin plasters and Dali pills. Erqing, he is very good at it. Of course, the hard work is a bit hard, but after all, other people who are not on the table make a living, and they don't earn money without conscience.
Chen Ping'an smiled, and it seems unlikely that he would be like this with the great disciple of Kaishan. Even if he was willing to be a master, it is estimated that Pei Qian himself would feel nonsense.
This fortune-telling stall is now quite famous in this area of ​​the capital.
But of course, they can't get into the eyes of dignitaries, and it's okay to deceive the common people. In the eyes of real Qi practitioners, they are no different from those who have been deceived.
Except for some scattered objects, the main thing is a table, two benches and a flag. The so-called table, the panel and the table legs can also be disassembled, which is convenient for moving. There is a wooden cart behind the stall. Put those tables, stools and banners on top of it and you can walk. Heaven and earth are big, and the four seas are home.
However, this Taoist priest still rented a deserted house in the capital that has been neglected for a long time. It is not haunted. It is not a gloomy and murderous house, or the people who live here often seem to be pressed by ghosts. If nightmares are haunting, It is easy to not sleep well. Over time, the spirit is naturally lethargic. Over time, no one is willing to come here to spend money to buy sins. It's a bit like the kind of stubborn fox charm recorded in the book of strange monsters. The master of the house has invited so-called high-gong Taoists to come to impeach and rule. After a period of time, there was a commotion again, which is really no way, not to mention that the owner of the house has a wealthy family, and his ancestors and grandchildren have been specializing in the lease and sale of Beijing mansion, and there are still a large number of them on hand. It's not a big deal if people are killed. Then finally came a big head, a Taoist priest from a foreign country. He bullied students, and the rent price did not decrease. Anyway, he was destined to become a repeat customer, so he asked the Taoist priest to give a half-year deposit at one time.
Later, the Taoist priest really suffered, and immediately became unhappy. He came to the door to make trouble twice, and was easily dismissed. A contract, written in black and white, written clearly and clearly, it is my responsibility to break the lawsuit. What can you do if you are a Taoist priest with no roots and no support? What's more, the people in the capital of Yuxuan Kingdom are notoriously xenophobic. The Taoist priest wanted to find a lawyer and seek justice from the county master, but no one dared to help write the letter. Later, the fortune-telling booth became famous. The owner probably thought that the enemy should be resolved rather than settled, so he asked the son who had taken a job in the county yachengfa house to invite the Taoist priest to the restaurant for a drink, and then returned a part of the deposit. The son-in-law who was the clerk of the government office, put his feet on the table, burped his wine, and teased him, "Aren't you a Taoist priest who subdues demons and slays demons, and you're still afraid of those ghostly dirty things?"
The Taoist priest just replied with a smile, there are different paths, yin and yang are different, if you only rely on the magic of the immortal family, fight and kill, when you often walk by the river, when you don't have wet shoes, you still have to be with people and ghosts. All are good.
After all, he is a son who has been in the public gate for many years. He immediately picked up on his words, knocked on the table with his boots, and asked Daochang Wu with a smile that these words were hidden in words. Is it a ghost or a human to make trouble?
Tonight, the middle-aged Taoist pushed the wooden cart back to the house, came to the side door of the house, and took out a bunch of keys. There are no steps here, so you can directly push the cart to enter.
The Taoist priest had just locked the door when he "floated" a woman in a red dress without touching his feet, and teased, "Dao Chang Wu, that is, our court is not strict, otherwise you are a fake Taoist priest, let alone settling in the capital. Can't get into the city."
The palace-like bun makeup, the skin is like snow, the eyes are charming, the face is tender and the temples are long.
Too bad women are not human.
The Taoist priest immediately retorted: "Miss Xue, this is a bad statement. According to your Yuxuan country regulations, within a country, in addition to the Daolu Academy under the jurisdiction of the imperial court, the Taoist priests issued by various altars are also considered private. The imperial court has always recognized it. The poor road went to the door, managed the relationship, spent a full 80 taels of silver, and bought the ultimatum with real money, not to mention the Yuxuan country, even the capital of Dali dared to go. This is called reasoning to travel all over the world, and the body is not afraid of a crooked shadow."
It is equivalent to buying an amulet with 80 taels of silver. Without this status, Taoist priests from other places who want to make money from stalls will probably be stripped of several layers of skin by those yamen and subordinate officials.
The woman nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, why is it not an official with an oblique seal."
Her surname is Xue Mingruyi, she is a ghost, but she has nothing to do with the vicious ghost, and can walk in broad daylight without hindrance. Only when the nearby county yashengtang heard the mighty sound of the subordinate staff hitting the ground, she would avoid entering the house. .
The Taoist priest took out a paper pocket flower cake from his sleeve and gave it to the ghost in the red skirt. This is the second rent he needs to pay. After setting up the stall every day, he has to spend a little money to buy some special food in the capital. The "hostess" of the house, otherwise she will be a ghost and haunt, not hurting people, but she will make noise all night, dangling outside the window, people can't relax, Taoist priests want to sleep peacefully is an extravagant hope.
After a long time, they got to know each other's tempers. Now the two sides are in peace with each other. They can even chat a few times at ordinary times. Taoist priests often ask her about the rules of ghosts and ghosts.
Wu Di, an old-looking Taoist priest, is said to have already thought about his future Taoist name. He took a homonym and called it "Invincible".
She is a yin spirit and doesn't care about diet, but there is a vulgar neighbor on this side of the house, who must eat three meals a day, she complained a little: "Wu Di, why are you coming back so late today, I'm hungry, hurry up to cook, give Zhang Hou cooks a delicious meal. He is just growing up, so he can't do things indiscriminately. Zhang Hou is about to take the academy exam. If he can get into the pan, I will blame you. ."
Taoist priests are naturally good-natured and unpretentious.
This Taoist priest does not treat himself badly. He likes to be poor. For example, to make a bowl of noodles, in addition to preparing cooking wine and various toppings, there are four or five kinds of oil and spicy peppers alone, with chopped ginger, green onion and garlic... just pour it on. , 呲呲, and then serve it hot, the taste is absolutely amazing.
The Taoist priest went to the kitchen, with skillful hands and feet, and quickly prepared a table of home-cooked dishes. The woman in the red skirt helped to "serve the dishes" and serve them.
The female ghost went to call the young scholar named Zhang Hou from the next house. The reason why she lingered here was to take care of the descendants of the other party for the sake of a certain oath.
As for the important place in the capital, just saying that there is a county town temple nearby, why would she choose to turn a blind eye, it involves a secret suggestion from a boss in the capital city temple.
It is only one street away from the house, and it is one of the two county yamen in the capital. There is a ya shrine behind the ya office.
At the dinner table, the Taoist priest was showing off that he had a close relationship with the official of the county's salt house. How could he be well informed? He said that an internal discussion was held in the Yashen Temple yesterday, and soon there would be a few people who would not change after repeated teachings and violated the house rules. "Bai Shu", in a few days, they will be expelled from the county government office in a fit of rage. They can of course change their name and enter a certain house to make a living, but they don't need to spend thirty or fifty taels of silver for class rules and cases. Fei, don't even think about going through the affairs at the Yashen Temple...
Zhang Hou is a man who doesn't listen to things outside the window and only reads the sages' books. Every time he hears Wu Di talking about these things, the young man will get impatient, but he can't help but not open his mouth.
In addition to the six rooms in a county government office, there are also four rooms for salt, warehouse, Cambodian and inheritance, with a total of ten rooms. The subordinates and yamen who work here are divided into those who are in the book and those who are not in the book. The so-called "not in the book" is just Compared with the imperial court, there are actually two types, which are in the hands of the officials' offices and the officials of the various offices. Therefore, the number of yamen servants is so large that there are hundreds of people at every turn. I am afraid that even a county magistrate, who can be regarded as extremely diligent in administration, cannot figure out the exact number. , But even the scribes who are set up according to the imperial quota and who "eat imperial food" have little status, not to mention the members of the various houses and classes who belong to the lowly industry. It is no wonder that teenagers are tired of these scraps Useless gossip.
The woman in the red dress noticed the unhappy expression on the boy's face, and she immediately glared at the Taoist priest, implying that he should not mention these unpleasant affairs.
The Taoist raised his glass and took a sip of wine, and said with a smile, "For someone like me who runs the rivers and lakes, news is money, so it is inevitable to deal with the three religions and nine streams. After all, like Mr. Zhang and you, those who study sages and sages hard, are naturally rushing. It is a good thing for people who are economical to help people, and who will pursue their ambitions in temples and officialdoms in the future, but it would be a good thing if they know more about the ways below. In the future, if they really want to be promoted, they will be named on the gold list and become an official. The staff, the masters and the subordinates are just fooling around, otherwise they are separated from the common people outside the yamen. Woolen cloth."
She seldom nodded her head and said in agreement: "Wu Di is not only a three-legged cat kung fu who knows how to draw ghosts and talismans, he is a fake Taoist, and his name is probably fake, but these few words are still quite insightful. It’s the same principle that you don’t hold hands with money, just like Wu Di said, knowing more about the insider’s officialdom, even if it’s not a good thing, it’s not a bad thing.

To be honest, she has lived in this street for hundreds of years, and sometimes she feels bored, and she occasionally goes to "audit" the internal affairs of the Yashen Temple or the Chenghuang Temple, but it really involves the inside story of the circulation of the officialdom in a county, I am afraid. She doesn't know as much as this foreign Taoist priest.
The young man was silent, just lowered his head to eat, obviously he didn't listen, he just felt that the Taoist priest was talking ragged, and he was a good teacher.
The Taoist priest didn't take it seriously, raised his glass with both hands, "Don't talk about troubles at the wine table, Miss Xue, let's go together."
The teenager left after eating, said goodbye to the sister Xue, and was about to participate in the hospital examination for Xuezheng's personal abbot, and the pressure was not small.
When the Taoist was cleaning up the dishes, he smiled and asked, "Miss Xue, you said that Zhang Hou doesn't like to listen to me because he thinks I'm a liar, or he doesn't listen to me because he thinks it's unreasonable. , or for someone who has achieved success, the truth is the truth?"
She frowned, but she quickly stretched her brows, pretending to be understatement: "Zhang Hou is not an old oily man like you, who has a pure heart, how can he think so much."
The Taoist smiled and said, "Simple words can cure all diseases."
She was not happy all of a sudden.
The Taoist immediately clarified: "It's definitely a compliment!"
After cleaning up the dishes and rice bowls on the table, the Taoist priest finished busy in the kitchen, washed his hands, shook his sleeves, and saw that Miss Xue was leaning against the door of the house, frowning.
The middle-aged Taoist priest is a good person, and said with a smile: "With Zhang Hou's knowledge, not to mention the success of the academy exam, and then to participate in the township exam and the general exam, it will only be a spring breeze and horseshoe disease, so why do you need to worry about Miss Xue? Will be the first to come to announce the good news."
Xue Ruyi smiled and asked, "Do you think Zhang Hou can be successfully named on the Gold List?"
The Taoist thought for a while, "It's not a big problem to get a jinshi. Pindao has read several articles of Zhang Hou's craftsmanship, and he used a slick pen, especially the first-hand pavilion style, which is upright and charming, no matter who comes this spring As the president, whoever likes it."
At Xue Ruyi's request, the Taoist priest often went to the Beijing Book Market and bought a lot of sample essays for the examination room for the teenager.
The Taoist priest walked to the door of her house, and the female ghost was floating in the air all the way. The Taoist priest took out the key, but did not rush to open the door. She smiled and said, "Is there anything shameful in the house? Could it be that Wu Daochang is hiding in the golden house?"
The Taoist priest said in a righteous manner: "In the evening, it is the male and female who don't get along with each other, the lonely man and the widow, living together in the same house, and we need to avoid suspicion."
She sneered: "You are a Taoist priest, not a Taoist who is a daily person."
The Taoist priest said solemnly: "Pin Tao has also read many books of sages and sages. If he hadn't strayed into the mountains at a young age and embarked on the path of cultivation, he would have gained fame and entered an official career long ago."
She took out a pen holder from her sleeve, shook her wrist, and said to herself, "Where should I put such an exquisite study offering."
The Taoist priest's eyes lit up, he opened the door with lightning speed, pushed it open gently, and then stretched out a palm sideways, "Blue sky and white moon, just have a clear conscience, don't be afraid of rumors, Miss Xue, please come in quickly. ."
There are many rooms in the house, but the Taoist priest specially chose a hut as his residence. In his words, the house can be large, but the sleeping room must be small so that it can gather Qi.
The spring air is getting warmer, and the sound of insects is turning green through the window screens.
Entering the room, she placed the hexagonal pen holder with oil red painted gold, entwined branches and lotus, hollowed-out dragon pierced with zhizhi, and gently placed it on the table.
The Taoist priest took out the fire book and lit an oil lamp on the table.
Previously, this pen holder was placed in the flower hall on the side of the lobby of the mansion, which was used to entertain guests.
At that time, he said that he was not greedy, that he saw a good object, and everyone has a love for beauty. Appreciation is purely appreciation.
In fact, she also has a bamboo tree that has been treasured for many years. It is quite a few years old. There is a vertical green inscription carved on the seal, and the hero's heart is immortal.
The Taoist priest fell in love at first sight and was willing to pay a high price to buy it. The so-called high price was only relative to the expenses of the market. She had no ears to listen to two hundred taels of silver.
There is a whole piece of glass lens on the desk, covering the entire tabletop.
Seeing a stack of neatly copied scriptures on the table, she wondered, "You are a Taoist priest, why do you copy Buddhist scriptures?"
The Taoist smiled and said, "Occasionally do it to reassure yourself."
The Taoist priest moved two chairs and sat far away from each other. After Xue Ruyi sat down, she leaned forward, leaning her elbows on the chair handles, and looked at the middle-aged Taoist priest like that.
The Taoist priest was a little uncomfortable when she saw it, and asked, "Miss Xue is visiting the humble house tonight, but what are your orders?"
Xue Ruyi said: "As the old saying goes, distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors, Wu Di, do you think that is the case?"
The Taoist nodded and said, "Of course, these old Li'er are the most reasonable and chewy."
She hesitated for a moment and said, "I do have something to ask for. I hope you can help transfer the draft of Zhang Hou's poetry collection to a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy."
The Taoist laughed dumbly, pondered for a moment, and glanced at the precious pen holder on the table, "I'm afraid that the poor Taoist can only see the doorman, and can't see the noble scholar."
Xue Ruyi let out a sigh.
The Taoist wondered why she was so messed up, did she just hope that Zhang Hou could pass the imperial examination and jump to the dragon gate? If you want to be rich, just relying on her family background can only guarantee that the youth will have no worries about food and clothing for a few lifetimes. Even if Zhang Hou is already a hidden Qi trainer, she will have everything she needs before entering the Middle Five Realm on the road of cultivation in the future. It can be guaranteed that Zhang Hou will not have to worry. Besides, Zhang Hou was so young, he didn't need to be so anxious if he wanted to advance through the imperial examination.
The female ghost Xue Ruyi and the young Zhang Hou are usually brothers and sisters. It can be seen that Zhang Hou is actually aware of her female ghost identity.
She laughed at herself: "It was I who went to the doctor in a hurry. If Zhang Hou knew about this, he would blame me for the rest of his life."
From the Taoist priest's point of view, the young man is an unquestionable seed for reading, but he is not a very good cultivator. His aptitude is average. If nothing else, it is difficult to enter the cave.
Ordinary people, rich and noble families, pamper themselves with dignity, pay attention to a place to live, nourish qi, and nourish the body. On the other hand, the practitioners of qi, no matter whether they are ghosts or ghosts, have other mysterious functions. If you live in a cave in a mountain dojo, you only need to take a clean house and sit down, stop distracting thoughts and make a silent thought, your body and bones will not move, but your qi and blood will travel with your soul, slowly absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and refine your bones like golden branches and jade leaves. With immortal difference.
This mansion occupies a large area, especially the backyard is full of ancient trees. In the dead of night, there are several chirping sounds.
The female ghost stood up and said with a smile, "Wu Di, just pretend that I didn't say anything about it."
The Taoist priest got up and said, "It's okay, if you need to do something like this one day, Miss Xue will let the poor know, not to mention a scholar's residence with a high threshold, even the sea of ​​​​fire."
The female ghost smiled sweetly, "Wu Daochang is really a condescending not to be a helper for those powerful and powerful people in the capital."
The Taoist said helplessly: "It's so unpleasant to help idle dogs, Miss Xue said it's better to be a mastermind or a master."
She reached out and touched it, put the pen holder back into her sleeve, and left.
The Taoist priest couldn't stop it, so he could only watch the cooked duck fly away.
The female ghost walked through the corridor alone, came to the backyard, and climbed up to the attic. From here, you could see the teenager in the next house, and the window of the study showed a yellowish light.
A month aroused the sound of thousands of households smashing clothes, and woke up countless people in the spring boudoir's dream.
The Taoist priest packed up the scriptures copied on the table, opened the drawer, took out the carving knife and stone, and began to carve seals. Among them, there was a pair of book collection seals with the same shape and the base model had been engraved, and two side paragraphs were added respectively.
Do all the good, don't do the evil. Don’t forget to give benefits, don’t forget to receive favors.
After he was skilled in his movements, he finished engraving the seal. After that, the Taoist used the light to read a local chronicle. The engraving of books in the capital of Yuxuan Kingdom was extremely developed, and he bought a lot of good books here.
Reading a new book is like a rainy season. Flip through old books, such as Xiaobie wins the newly married.
Copying books requires sitting upright, and reading miscellaneous books is easy. The Taoist priest lifted Erlang's legs, took out a handful of melon seeds, and turned the pages while nibbling on melon seeds.
There was another crackling sound outside the window.
Middle-aged Taoist priests chanted words, and people for thousands of years passed away for a few minutes. Worry about diligence and indifference, not too bitter and dry.
On this trip, this "Taoist priest" who learned from Lu Chen's stall is to come to a family to collect an old account.
Therefore, the bottom part of one of the seals is carved with two characters, after the autumn.
Chen Ping'an took out the sword-raising gourd, walked to the window, raised his head for a long time, drank the wine in the pot, and his eyes became brighter.
Close your eyes, as if listening to a torrential rain from many years ago.
There are seven or eight stars in the sky.
In the suburbs of Beijing, there is a thatched hut and wine shop on the side of the road. The fox fur is drunk, and a noble boy spreads his hands and feet, holding a golden silk horsewhip in his arms, and resting his head on the thigh of the woman next to him.
The people around you are like the moon, with frost and snow on your wrists. The beautiful woman sat on the ground with her skirt blooming like a red flower. She moved her hands gently, leaning over and rubbing her brows to help Brother Young Master.
There was a sound of hooves on the official road at night, and the young woman led the young woman riding a very handsome green horse, followed by a group of heroic and vigorous young girls, all wearing swords.
And this group of young girls, each with long breaths, are definitely not embroidered pillows. Experts know at a glance that they are the kind of trainers who have the guidance of a master.
She turned over and got off the horse, looking at the noble son who was hiding here and enjoying the happiness, she was not angry, her eyebrows stood upright, she raised the horse whip in her hand, and swung it vigorously, the whip sounded like firecrackers.
The beautiful woman who was selling wine here raised her head to look at the young woman who came to ask her guilt. She smiled sweetly, put her finger to her mouth, and whispered softly, indicating that she should not disturb the man's spring sleepiness.
The woman didn't even look at the fox, her eyes were too dirty to look at it, she just walked quickly into the wine shop, kicked the young man who was sleeping like a dead pig, and said angrily: "Ma Yanshan, don't pretend to be dead! "
The young men and women looked a bit similar. The noble man who called him by his first name opened his eyes, yawned, sleepy, sat up and asked with a smile, "What's the matter? Who is offending you? Just don't care. Tell the second brother that there will be no overnight feud."
The woman is angry and does not argue. Could it be that the family will rely on this kind of lazy person to lead the way in the future, and can't wait to throw a whip on the other side's face, "Ma Yanshan, look at your rotten alcoholic virtue, it is not worthy of Ma Che to lead a horse!"
Ma Yanshan smiled and said, "It's just my cousin. Since I was a child, I can only read dead books and read books. When I was three years old, I really didn't curse this kid. I don't think he will be able to get anywhere in the future."
"Take 10,000 steps back and say, even if this kid has a bright future in his studies, what if he is a public servant? Besides, I'm not also a Tanhua Lang? Ma Che, this little bastard, if he has the ability, he can go to the middle school. I am a brother, Personally responsible for hosting a banquet for him, Liu Bu, Xiao Jiuqing, how many Zhengyin officials does he want to toast him? Is five enough, if not enough, I can call ten..."
Having said that, your son raised the arm holding the golden whip, shook it, then raised the other hand, and said with a smile, "I'm afraid Ma Che won't appreciate it."
That Ma Che is a recognized juvenile prodigy, a typical man in white, already has a reputation as a minister.
Different from the so-called "Ma Tanhua", Ma Che grew up in the rich and noble forest, and the young man has read thousands of books.
Seeing that woman was about to beat someone, Ma Yanshan had to beg for mercy: "Ma Yuemei, good sister, I'm afraid of you, tell me, what is the big deal, it's worth your trouble, take me home in person. "
Ma Yuemei glared and reprimanded: "Family matters, go home and talk about it!"
Ma Yanshan smiled and said, "It's okay, Madam Song is not an outsider."
The beautiful woman's face was full of helplessness, and she didn't dare to meddle in your Ma's housework.
About 20 years ago, in the capital of Yuxuan Kingdom, a family with the surname of Ma moved to the capital. As soon as they arrived in the capital, they bought an old house of the former prime minister at a high price.
Within a country, the so-called rich family is divided into three realms. The first is that many people know that there are many such wealthy families. The second realm is only a handful of people who have heard of it. The last one is that all the common people and almost the entire local officialdom do not know, or even hear of it.
The Ma family belongs to the last category. It is obviously rich and expensive, but its reputation is not obvious. Only a small group of ministers and generals who are in the center of the imperial court, and a few sects on the mountain, have heard of this foreign family. The specific origin is confusing, and there are only a few gossip that cannot be verified. It is said that this Ma family is a That "money bag" with the surname of a certain Shangzhu Kingdom in the Dali Dynasty also said that because the current owner has a very promising eldest son, who went up the mountain to practice, is extremely talented, and is a land fairy at a young age.
When one person attains the Tao and ascends to heaven, the whole family will follow.
The largest restaurant in the capital, a Xianjia Inn, and the Xianjia Ferry in the land of Gyeonggi are all private properties of the Ma family. In addition, there are a large number of silver houses and mines, but they are all recorded in the family. Under the name of the various puppets, it may be a prince, the family slave of the county owner, the beloved son of a servant, or a distant relative of the governor of Caoyun.
For example, this condescending Ma Yanshan, who participated in the imperial examinations when he was a teenager, passed the test all the way, and finally rode a white horse to explore the capital.
But in fact, it was his younger sister, Ma Yuemei, who took the exam. He was a big brother, and he was a troll. Now he is an official in the Hanlin Academy, and he is too lazy to take the exam. As for the exam, he can't take the exam. In the capital of Yuxuan Kingdom, from the Ministry of Rites to the Hanlin Academy, from the beginning to the end, there was not a single bit of rumors leaked out.
It can be seen how exaggerated Ma's power is.
When the family moved to the capital of Yuxuan Kingdom, after more than 20 years of development, four generations lived in the same house, plus a few house brothers, the newly compiled family tree has more than 100 people.
Although the Ma family is an outsider, it is not impossible to control the government, but the Ma family has no such idea at all. In fact, it is due to the shrewd mother of the brother and sister Ma Yanshan and Ma Yuemei.
Ma Yanshan squinted his eyes and said, "Let me guess, could it be him, finally went home?"
Ma Yuemei was silent.
Ma Yanshan said indifferently: "We are just such a brother, not a cousin or a cousin, a real brother, he is a big brother of a father and a mother with us, Yuemei, talk about it, so many years have passed, Has he seen us once since the two of us were born until today?"
Ma Yanshan shook his head, stretched out a finger, and smiled: "If I remember correctly, it seems, it seems, maybe, probably, not once."
The noble boy in the snow-white fox fur leaned back and raised his legs, "Where can I find such a good brother who cares for the family."
Ma Yuemei said with a dark face: "Don't talk nonsense here, and hurry back to me!"
In her mind, to the big brother who has never even met
, always respected like a god, if Ma Yanshan was the second brother, she would have been hit with a whip.
In fact, when the two brothers and sisters waited until the war that swept across the continent ended and the world returned to peace, they had the idea of ​​returning to their hometown to worship their ancestors a few years ago, but they usually loved their parents very much. In the matter, they disagreed with each other, and used various reasons to evade them. They only said that their family had moved out for so many years and the journey was far away. They were probably worried that Ma Yanshan and Ma Yuemei would run away from home secretly, and even strictly ordered the brother and sister not to return to their hometown without authorization. , otherwise the family law will serve.
The two of them repeatedly mentioned it with their parents several times, but it didn't work, so they gave up the idea.
Because there is a Xianjia ferry at home, and there are two private ferries that run to the south for business and trade, so you can often get in touch with the kind of newspapers on the mountain, so the two brothers and sisters are curious about the hometown where their ancestral home is located, but it is different from the The younger sister Ma Yuemei, who is fascinated by the Lizhu Cave, and Ma Yanshan are not interested in the Shinto Taoism on those mountains. The only thing he is curious about, this idle drunkard, is the night banquet at Piyun Mountain in Beiyue. , Ma Yanshan wants to participate in one, and he will be content when he sees the world.
Ma Yanshan stood up and said with a smile: "It's alright, go back and tell your parents, you will definitely go home and live tonight, if you don't see me within two hours, send someone to break my legs!"
Ma Yuemei turned and left, Ma Yanshan winked at a girl who was riding a sword secretly. She was expressionless, but she was immediately whipped by Ma Yuemei. A blood trough appeared on the girl's face instantly, and the girl remained motionless.
Ma Yanshan was also indifferent to this. When they drove the horses away, they lay back on the floor and asked casually, "Is that brother of mine very powerful?"
The beautiful woman smiled charmingly, nodded and said, "Of course. It can't be more powerful."
Speaking of which, her eyes were in a trance and she sighed, but unfortunately she never saw each other.
She is the local mountain god.
The name of the mountain is Zheer.
According to today's landscape genealogy, she is a seventh-grade god.
In a vassal country, there is more than enough.
Ma Yanshan said with a dazed look: "Since it's a real brother, why do we not care if we do well, and do not care if we do bad?"
She explained with a smile: "According to the saying on the mountain, entering the mountain to cultivate the Tao is shallow. It should not be too involved."
Ma Yanshan let out a sigh, "Just say that the six relatives don't recognize it."
She hesitated for a while, then leaned down, stretched out two fingers, and gently rubbed Ma Yanshan's temples, whispering, "Don't say this kind of prank talk in the future."
The eldest brother of this pair of siblings, for a mountain of a small country like her, is simply the kind of existence that is far away and unattainable.
A forty-year-old Jade Pure Realm, the immortal realm is a certainty, and may even be the Ascension Realm in the future.
The top ten young people in one continent.
Behind his ass, there is Liu Baqiao, the Sword Immortal of Yuan Yingjing Realm in Fenglei Garden, the direct disciple of Liu Laocheng, the immortal of the True Realm Sect, and a young deputy mountain chief of Guanhu Academy...
It's not unattainable what it is.
The most incredible thing is that this person can command many ancient gods!
She was worried that one day she was fortunate enough to see the other party, and if she disagreed, which one of her words was wrong, maybe the other party snapped her fingers, and her golden body shattered on the spot.
Aware of the woman's slight strangeness, Ma Yanshan sat up again, and finally took out a pot of wine from under her skirt, the woman giggled, he raised his head and took a big mouthful of Xianjia wine, stretched out his thumb, and wiped it. The corner of his mouth, "I heard that my eldest brother has a bad temper. It is a fact that everyone knows. I heard that when he was practicing in the ancestral family of the military family, he did not let go of the door, and was abolished by him several times. A so-called cultivator is a troublemaker."
The goddess of the mountain, who pretended to be a wine-selling woman, smiled softly: "It is a blessing to have such a big brother in several lifetimes. Yanshan, listen to my advice, if you really want to meet, don't be angry with him. what."
Ma Yanshan turned a deaf ear, and seemed worried for some reason.
The woman asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"
Ma Yanshan shook the jug and looked up at the night, "Do you mean it will rain?"
The woman covered her mouth and smiled and said, "Definitely not."
Ma Yanshan murmured: "But one day, there will definitely be thunder and rain, right?"
If it weren't for ordinary drinkers to say such silly things, the mountain goddess would have not heard it, but she knew very well that Ma Yanshan, who seemed to be golden and jade, was not simple.
It is only said that the mountain of the mountain of the prince of Xiyue, that is, the immediate boss of Mrs. Song, valued Ma Yanshan very much, and often entertained this person in private.
She thought about it and said, "It will rain sooner or later, but as long as there is such a big umbrella supporting it, let alone a soybean-sized raindrop, even if the sky falls, it will not be afraid of a knife."
Ma Yanshan's expression was still full of haze, he closed the collar of the fox fur, and scolded in a low voice: "It's a cold spring in the dog days."
Although Ma Yanshan wanders around the flowers all day and is notorious, he is more sensitive than the seemingly smart younger sister in the world of people.
To be honest, Ma Yanshan treats his sister Ma Yuemei as a fool, but she is his own sister after all, and she has a bad temper. Ma Yanshan has never cared about her.
Ma Yanshan remembered that when he was a child, he took a late-night walk, followed the lights, and passed by his father's study, and found that his parents seemed to be talking about things inside. For some reason, his father was furious, and repeatedly scolded the bastard. What kind of did you step on, to be able to cling to a mountain prince... The more you talk, the more angry you are, and you directly smashed an expensive official kiln pen holder, and the mother complained aloud, three hundred taels of silver, just If it falls like this, it is more difficult to lose a family than to make money.
Then my mother began to arrange that the surnamed Wei was not a good thing. According to the news, it seemed that it was just a humble origin from the land of Qidun Mountain near Hongzhu Town...
A child, at that time, squatted silently at the corner of the wall and pricked up his ears.
Maybe you moved back then, as if you were hiding something?
Especially in the past few years, the anxiety of the parents was even more obvious. Because of the Xianjia Inn and the ferry, there were people who were specially responsible for collecting information on the old Longzhou of Dali. The news about Piyun Mountain and Niujiaodu, no matter how big or small, would be secretly recorded on the record.
Logically speaking, this makes no sense. Ma Yanshan knows the background of the Ma family best, but his father is very good at business, and he was born to be a businessman. His mother is also very insightful and courageous, and even more assertive than his father in many cases. In Ma Yanshan's words, It's just a special "come". The number of imperial madams with high enough rank in the capital is not many, not many, not ordinary rich and noble, but now they all vaguely "follow the horse's head", hey, the horse's head is the guide, this Well said, wonderful.
If it weren't for an unfilial son like him who likes to stir up trouble, he really can't help it. It is estimated that the Ma family, which is intertwined with various forces, would have walked from behind the scenes of Yuxuan to the front desk.
Of course, Lin Zi is big enough to have all kinds of birds. The children of the side branches outside the clan's family seem to be inferior to him. They are proficient in eating, drinking, prostitution, gambling, and even causing a lot of deaths. Don't help wipe your ass. There are also some shameful things that he just pretended not to know. For example, in an imperial village in the land of Gyeonggi, he set up a prison privately, which was specially used to kill people for fun. A group of children of the rich and powerful in the capital of the Yuxuan Kingdom will often hold so-called "autumn hunts". In groups, they will go to several small countries in the south. In wild villages, they can either pick up a knife, or draw a bow and shoot arrows... Afterwards, the local government closed the case in the name of horse bandits and rogues, and even cheated with the imperial court for a military salary for "training soldiers". Two offshoot children surnamed Ma.
Ma Yanshan once saw with his own eyes a cowardly boy from a very good background. He was probably a reading seed similar to his own Ma Che. Since he participated in an autumn hunting trip on the Xianjia ferry, the boy never confronted people again. His eyes became sharp and unusual.
The younger sister Ma Yuemei is still strange about this, and Ma Yanshan only jokes that he will be enlightened when he is a teenager. What's so strange, don't you believe it? Do you see him looking at women now, just looking at faces? You will see the and the long legs.
The Ma family is not eye-catching in the capital. The streets where the carefully selected houses were located in those days were actually just rundown houses whose ancestors had passed away. Even many neighbors who had been in the neighborhood for 20 years just mistook the Ma family for a small family. Nouveau riche, usually when they get along with each other, they may not look down on the Ma family who only have a few stinky money.
But the painted door gods posted on the gate of the Majiafu, the family worships monks, and the group of digital nurses who are either in the seventh or sixth realm...
Ma Yanshan has roughly estimated that the Ma family's secret and secret background, not to mention dealing with a rival or enemy in Yuxuan's business, is enough to sweep down a third-rate immortal mansion on the Aquarius Mountain.
Ma Yanshan put away his messy thoughts, reached out and patted the beautiful woman's cheek, "I will definitely help with the change of the mountain name."
This mountain goddess has always felt that Zhe'er Mountain is not good, and wants to change its name to "Zhou Yao".
Instead of being annoyed, the woman smiled, gave a thousand blessings, and thanked Ma Yanshan.
Ma Yanshan walked out of the restaurant, put his thumb against his index finger, whistled, and soon came a maroon-red horse without a rein.
The drunken noble son got on the horse skillfully, threw the golden whip heavily in his hand, and ran wildly on the official road.
On a mountain ridge near the temple of Zhe'er Mountain, a young man sat on the branch of an ancient pine tree and watched the wine shop at the foot of the mountain in the distance.
He stood up and had a wide field of vision. Zhe'er Mountain has always been known for its towering mountains, and the surrounding mountains have an unobstructed view. The mountains in the distance stretch, like a temple and a courtier holding a jade wattle, and the beauty of the nearby mountains is like a lady's curly hair.
This body is like being in a huge sea, and the blue waves hold their heads high and bow their heads.
For the first time, this young man set foot on the territory of the mountains and rivers of the Yuxuan country.
He pulled the corner of his mouth and said to himself: "Immortal is the cage of immortality, and immortality is the price of immortality."
The figure disappeared in a flash.
On the other side of the wine shop at the foot of the mountain, the beautiful woman was closing the door. She turned her head to look at the young man who was walking slowly, and said with a charming smile: "Guest officer, I'm sorry, the wine shop is closing."
The young man smiled and said, "Since it's open to do business, it's not too short of time."
The woman frowned, if she couldn't see the depth of the other party's morality, she didn't care about the wine money, and a smile appeared on her face, "Master, the wine shop is small, but the wine is expensive."
The young man nodded and said, "No matter how expensive the price is, Mrs. Song should keep it in Ma Yanshan's account."
The woman's heart tightened, and an embroidered shoe gently rolled the soil with the tip of her toe, and pulled the golden body enshrined in the Zhe'er Mountain Temple.
The young man slowly walked forward to the wine shop, but when his first step landed, the Goddess of the Mountain was horrified to find that he had lost contact with the ancestral temple.
When the young man and the stiff mountain goddess were about to pass each other, he suddenly stretched out his hand and put his arm around her neck, then dragged her back and walked a few steps, probably because he disliked the other party's burden, lightly. With a slight push, the beautiful woman fell into the shop, and the young man walked into the shop, sat on the ground with one on the ground, one hand on his knee, and waved again, "Hurry up, boil two pots of the shop's most expensive drink, the older the better."
The woman swayed to her feet, trembling with fear, and said in a trembling voice: "Little God Zheershan Song Yan, dare to ask the name of the immortal master."
"I'm lucky, I cast a good tire and have the same surname as Ma Yanshan."
The young man grinned and said, "Since you and I have such a good relationship with this precious brother, just call me by my name, Ma Kuxuan."
Song Yun's face was pale.
Ma Kuxuan asked, "Why, do you want me to cook wine for you?"
When Zhe'er Mountain God was busy cooking wine, he faced Ma Kuxuan at the store's gate, resting his cheek with one hand, and stared at the dense bushes of weeds growing by the roadside.
If he doesn't come to the capital of Yuxuan Kingdom, it is estimated that he can only collect the corpse.
It's interesting to say that he in Xinghua Lane, and the mud leg surnamed Chen in Ni Ping Lane, a fool in the eyes of his peers, a broom star who is afraid to avoid it, and then he left his hometown at about the same time, as if he was happy in this life. Traveling far away, they didn't spend much time in their hometown.
New hatred turns into old hatred, resentment is like spring grass, and the wanderer travels farther and survives.
It is also like a jar of old wine that has been stored in the cellar for more than 40 years. Someone placed it on a table. Both parties drink it, whether they want to drink it or not. The drunk will die and the awake will live.