Chapter 215: thrush

(There is also the second chapter.)
The bloodless old man was stunned and looked out at the four people outside.
The reader who knocked at the door was very courageous. When he saw the embarrassing old man, he did not dare to look at himself. He was hiding behind his companion. He only felt that there was no way to go to the ground, and he suffered bitterly.
The scholar likes to read hundreds of classics, and often can turn from the reading pens that are sent to the leisure time to some strange ghosts. The story of the people is divided into two types, a kind of fat powder, similar to the fox charm. Scholars, and then this is the kind of ghosts, even if you stay in the dark, look at the courtyard deep, carved beams, and lucky to live to the dawn of separation, it will become a ridiculous mourning grave.
The wind and rain are swaying, the cold is cold, and the readers holding the torches are more daring than the companions. They turned the big bookcase behind them and rubbed their hands to warm them. They smiled bitterly: "Can the old lady let us borrow a night?" The rain outside is too big. We have friends who can't stand the freeze. We have already fainted. If there is no warmth, it will be difficult to say whether we can get through tonight, and we hope that the old man will help me. Life, winning the seventh-level float."
The old man was stunned and said the local dialect that was difficult to understand, as if he was questioning.
The scholar is full of bitterness and has to explain it in the same dialect of Laojiao.
The old man turned the dead fish eyes slightly and stared at Chen Pingan. He suddenly used the Baoliangzhou Yayan, "Wuwu people?"
Chen Ping nodded.
The old Taoist priest, who looked forward to Chen Ping’s back, reveals the hilt of the mahogany sword. After the drowsiness, the Taoist Zhang Shan’s breathing is more long and calmer than the awake time. This is probably the magical place of practicing the gentleman. Surprising. After the old man found the sword, his eyes began to rise. "Your friend is a monk?"
Chen Pingan continued to nod.
The old man finally looked at the timid umbrella holder, "Reading?"
The scholar who hangs a sheep fat jade at the waist shakes his head and says: "There is no such thing as a scientific examination.
The old man pulled his mouth and swayed his shoulders and let out the road. "Since all are serious people, please come in, remember to rest in the room after entering the door. Don't just walk around, disturbing my master, at your own risk. There is a charcoal pot stove in the room, all the sons are free, no need to ask, the visitor is a guest, my master is not worried about this."
When the old man closed the door, he looked around and quickly closed the door. The heavy door was in the hands of the old man, as if it was light and shriveled.
This house is not small, it should be a four-in-one yard. When Chen Ping, four people were arranged in the second courtyard, they were told not to go to the courtyard behind. The squats of the house are engraved with sacred beasts, flowers, birds and landscapes, and the window flowers are beautiful. The courtyard floor is paved with blue and red stone bricks. The main roads are distinct and orderly.
The hand-to-hand veranda is connected to the main room, so that you can walk freely in this rainy day.
The old man’s figure didn’t enter the narrow veranda of the courtyard, and it’s dark, and there’s a lightning bolt. The two scholars haven’t taken back their sights. They just saw the pale smile of the old man, scared the two people to fly away, and quickly went to the adjacent wing, their surnames. The two scholars of Chu and Liu did not dare to fall asleep. They had to gather in a room for a while. The scholars surnamed Liu put down the paper umbrella and watched the sages in the night.
The surnamed Chu is a bit bolder, otherwise he will not know that there is a house in this place. He put down the torch and started to smash the brazier. He took out the oil paper from the bookcase and wrapped it with a strong fire. He quickly lit the charcoal fire and the house quickly warmed up. . He looked around and reached out and pressed the bed. He was smeared with a mild moist musty smell. It was inevitable that it was inevitable. After the spring of the country, it was raining and there was almost no big sun. It was not good. It’s a misfortune in the unfortunate that things are harsh on the owner, not to mention a place to rest.
The surnamed Chu’s head is a pair of blue kerchiefs. His body is slender and looks good. There is a sigh of anger between the eyebrows. He looks around and finds that the panes are changeable, the style is exquisite and the meaning is beautiful, and there are bats, squid and ganoderma lucidum. Generally only the scholarly door will have this thought. He suddenly approached the window and looked at it. He found that on the slightly wide strip between the two windows, there seemed to be some traces of lacquer, the words were mottled and blurred, and it was faintly seen that there were some characters.
As the house gradually warmed up, Liu’s scholars were more courageous. They put down their books and saw their companions as if they were staring at the window. They looked up at his sight and saw a redness outside the window. Reflecting an old face, hoarsely said: "It is too late, I still hope that the two sons will rest earlier."
The old man who brought the lantern to the night of the night suddenly appeared, and the two scholars almost scared him to death.
The old man just walked from the wing opposite the yard. The teenager who was on the other side was also reading the lamp, and looking at the window, there was no such panic. The old man shook his head and went away. Hehe smiled: "The courage of the reader In the end it is smaller."
Opposite the wing room.
Chen Pingan stood near the window and whispered: "The old woman is gone."
It turned out that the young Taoist waking up before entering the house, swallowing a back Yangdan, and the spirits in Chen’s peaceful rivers and lakes, all of a sudden, and he was reluctant to waste a medicinal herb, but he Suddenly I felt that there was a fascination, and I dared not to lick the remedy again. It was a little snowy money, but it was better than my own life. Taoist Zhang Shan got up from the bed, put on a brand new robe, bent over and sat next to the brazier, and reached for the fire to warm up, pressing down the voice: "Chen Pingan, tonight, take turns to watch the night, otherwise it is not at ease, always feel here Not quite right."
Chen Pingan laughed and said: "You just hang the mahogany sword that listens to the demon bell and hang it near the window. I don't know anything about the monster charm, so I still need the bell to help remind me. As for the vigil, I am very good at it, you can rest assured. Sleeping, I really have things, I won’t even tell you that I can’t do it.

Taoist Zhang Shan thought for a moment and found a reason. "Hang a good wooden sword and listen to the demon bell. The path is then grilled and fired. When the bones are warm, you can sleep again."
When the young Taoist slanted the wooden sword, Chen Pingan said: "There was a picture on the side of the pane, but it has not been clear for a long time, but it should be the symbol of your Taoist family. Do you not recognize it?"
The young Taoist did not pay attention to it. After Chen Ping’s voice reminded, he carefully looked at it. Only then did he find the clues and couldn’t help but admire Chen’s daring heart. After careful examination, his face became more and more heavy, and finally his fingers were lightly I wiped the traces of Zhu paint, sniffed at the tip of my nose, and sat back in the chair silently. "If it is really like a path, it will be a little troublesome. The symbol painted on the pane is the red book used to exorcise the ghost. It should be a kind of sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sect. Imagine that the evil spirits that the predecessors need to face must not be light."
The young Taoist lamented and remorse: "I knew this early, the trail should not save the returning yang, and eat it early, not near the house, or coma, or the path is a smoky Have a little bit of experience, look at the distance, you can roughly see the stagnation of this house, the genre, and the fundamental method of gathering feng shui, is yang still yin, whether it deviates from the right path, as long as it is identified Out of the general context, you can figure out a lot of things... Chen Ping, I’m sorry, it’s a small path that hurts you...

Chen Pingan listened to the self-blame words of the young Taoist priests. He did not say anything comforting. He just joked: "Zhang Datian, apart from the magic guard, isn’t your masterpiece?

The young Taoist hurriedly waved his hand. "Don't stop, the trail can't afford the name "Tianshi."
Speaking of this, Zhang Shan is a bit embarrassed, whispered: "The real Tianshi, is the son of the Zhangshi family of the Dragon and Tiger Mountain Tianshifu, all wearing a yellow cloak, is the prime minister of the hereditary thousands of years, in addition to this In addition, the Tianshi, who is in the middle of the Five Kingdoms, is also eligible to receive the 'Tianshi' gift number, but it is also the Dragon and Tiger Mountain Tianshi. It is also divided into many kinds. The first-class Tianshi is to enter the Longhushan Zushitang. Enjoy the incense of the five ancient gods, and then down is the birth of the Huang Zigui's Zhang Shi rumor, one of them, will be in the future will be the 'Tianshi Yin' and a fairy sword, and then down, it is in the dragon tiger Many of the foreigners surnamed Tianshu, the dragon and tiger mountains, as a natural blessing, open to the outside world, only those who practice the spirits, promised to practice the Tao, then the demon can be demonized, and the dragon and tiger will be given A wooden sword made of peach wood, this is also the volume of the Dragon and Tiger Mountain, so that we, the priests of other continents, must be incomparable."
Chen Pingan listened carefully and thought that this Dragon Tiger Mountain and Zhang Tianshi were really good.
Heavy rain.
The two small stone lions at the door of the house made a slight cracking sound from time to time.
The old man stood outside the main room of the third entrance, stepped on a small bench, and hung the lantern on the frame of the gallery. The lights were dim and the wind was shaking.
Hey, the lights went out, it turned out that the lights inside were burned out.
The old cough coughed and stood on the bench again, took off the lantern, and found a bright red candle from the sleeve. If you look closely, there is no wick. The old man turned his back to the yard and pulled a white from his head. Hair, suddenly inserted into the center of the lamp, as if it was used as the wick material, then the old man sighed at the candlelight, the candle lit instantly, put the lantern, and then hung on the pillar again.
The lantern was so slightly shaken that the lights shone in the mansion.
If it is a clear night, it will inevitably cause moths to ignite. It is the meaning of the existence of the moth in the rainy night of this wilderness.
The young Taoist did not sleep. Chen Ping’s small mouth sipped the spirits of the red wine and gourd. He listened to Zhang Shan’s thrilling experience of encountering the demon several times before. Chen Pingan made a squeaking gesture, and the young Taoist consciously looked out the window. The mahogany sword, the bell is quiet, no different.
Soon the door of the door came knocking on the door. It turned out that the two readers visited the company together. Chen Ping’s hand-held wine gourd opened the door in the past. The rain outside the door was still scary, and the wind was so sloping that there was no ground on the corridor. In a dry place, the surnamed Chu’s slender scholar holds an umbrella, a handkerchief with a drink, and a smile. The surnamed Liu’s readers put their hands together, and they warmed up and smiled.
Chu brother’s trip out, brought a few There is a pot of wine, and there is still a pot left. I am not afraid of your jokes. I am afraid to enter the night tonight. I am thinking about whether I can go back to sleep by going back to sleep. Chu brother said that it is better to be alone. If you are willing to have a few drinks, let's have a drink. If you say good in advance, my drink is at least half a catty, so you can only drink a little, forgive me."
Chen Pingan mentioned the red wine gourd in his hand and smiled and said: "I brought the wine myself. You can divide the three people into one pot."
At that time, Liu’s scholar, who gave Chen Pingan and the young Taoist an umbrella, strode into the house and laughed loudly.
It’s so good, so good.

The readers of Chu’s family laughed and followed, and placed the umbrella on the foot of the wall. The four people sat around the brazier and sipped for a while. Liu’s scholars slap their heads.
The wine glass was forgotten.

Then he smiled and looked at his companion. "Chu brother, I dare not take it."
Chu’s scholar smiled and got up, but he said:
If there is a ghost in the world, isn’t it necessary to be afraid of death? It’s a good thing. Then again, the reader’s belly is full of pride, and the ghosts and gods must be awesome. What are you afraid of? ""
There are more people, Liu Xing, who is sitting in the chair, is angry, jokingly said: "I can't even test the small people, which means that there is not much money in the stomach. Of course, I am afraid, but the brother is a scholar. Material, far better than me, of course, don't be afraid."
Chu’s scholar smiled and shook his head, and strode away. His figure soon appeared in the opposite room, then pushed the door closed, and quickly walked back. He brought four wine glasses, the inner wall of the glass, and two males. The colorful cock, the Taoist Zhang Shan took over a wine glass and tentatively asked: "Chu brother, Liu Xiong, shouldn't this be the unique cockfighting cup in the country?"
Liu’s scholar’s ​​eyes brightened.
Do you still hear about the cockfighting cup of our color-clothing country?

The lights on the table were not bright enough. The young Taoist slammed the glass with both fingers and tilted it. Through the light of the brazier's charcoal fire, he carefully observed the two colorful and said with emotion: "It's famous, famous, naturally heard, the trail comes from In the northern part of the city, when walking in the rivers and lakes, I have seen two martial arts hawkers rushing for this. It’s amazing to use fighting to gamble. I heard that as long as the wine glass is poured into most of the wine, I will inject a reiki into the wall. Only the will fight on its own, not endless, and even the ten-day sages in the five-day gods may not be able to see the prospect of victory and defeat, so the cockfighting cup is only a hundred times times the price of your bottle. It has skyrocketed, and the ferry in Nanzhao is one of the important goods for boarding.
Liu Xing’s face is quite contented and nodded. He smiled: "What aura is not aura, I don't know. I only know that the masters of the rivers and lakes in the country of color and clothing like to have fun. After pouring the wine into the cup, they only have to double. With a pinch, you can let the cockfighting cup come alive, and then fight until the winners and losers. As for why this is so mysterious, I have seen some records in the county magistrates, saying that it is the colorful soil of the cockfighting cup. It is a unique and interesting thing under the sun, and it is said that once the soil leaves the territory of the country of color, it will become a smell in a short time, and there is no difference between it and the ordinary soil, so that the cockfighting cup becomes our unique porcelain. ""
Taoist Zhang Shanyu is amazed, thinking if anyone can monopolize the porcelain soil of the chicken cup, is it not a daily income, a rich night?
Chen Pingan believes this statement, because for the nature of the soil, Chen Pingan has a deep contact because of the burning of porcelain. Longquan kiln workers are kiln workers for generations. They need to deal with the soil when they burn porcelain, so Chen Pingan has heard many gods. The saying of the Tao, such as Yao Laotou once said, the soil is off the ground, and finally the clay Buddha, eating incense; or burning porcelain, sent to the emperor's home; or become the broken bottle of the people's home, difficult Escape from fire and water, they all have their own roots, each with its own life, similar to people.
Liu Xingshusheng had drunk three or two wines, and his face was flushed. It was just the slightest moment. It was the best moment of the state of mind. He shook his head slightly and smiled and said: "The long road bears the mahogany sword. At first glance, it is the of the gods. Can you let? This cockfighting cup is 'live'? If it is ok, let's gamble, have some fun, bet on gambling, what are we going to gamble?"
The reader's face glowed with a different look. Obviously, drinking or not drinking is exactly two people, and there is a bit of gambling.
Chu’s scholar sighed and whispered:
Liu brother, after drinking half a catty, hurry to rest.

The Taoist Zhang Shan also said quickly: "A cockfighting cup can be worth a lot of money, why bother?"
Liu surnamed the student to drink a glass of wine, with a big hand, waved the wine glass on the wall and smashed it. Haha smiled: "Since the ancient sages are lonely, only the drinkers left their names, leaving them The famous person has died, only this thing is ridiculous for thousands of years. Is it a ridiculous cup, can it be worth a few dollars in the color clothes? Two or two silver coins, one scholar is worth a few dollars? That can be expensive, Anyway, I can't afford Liu Wei..."
The surnamed Chu’s face was stunned and explained:
After Liu’s drunkenness, he likes to talk nonsense, and asks the governor and the son to bear with me.

Chen Pingan smiled and quietly drank.
In the end, Liu Wei, who was drunk, was helped by his companion, and Zhang Shan was sent to the door.
Chen Pingan blinked at the door and never got up.

In the heavy rain, there was a big knivesman who passed through the heavy rain curtain and strode to the house and slammed the door.
The old man stood in the threshold and asked hoarsely: "What are you doing?"
The man shouted: "Hide the rain!"
The old sorrow said: "You, the man, is full of words, not the one who needs to hide from the rain."
The man didn't have a good air: "Why, isn't your house even a place to stay?!"
The old man smiled and said: "There are still some people who are in the foot, that is, you are a man, and my family is afraid that I will not like it. If I am annoyed with a bad-tempered master, I will say that it is a place to settle. Seven or eight pounds of fine meat will be there."
The knifeman's face is a mustache, the root is hard and like a gun, and the handle is held in one hand, and the door is rounded out. "The nonsense! Hurry up and open the door. This rain is so good, I don't hide from the rain." How do you go to the brothel in the future, isn’t it a joke to those who are grinding people?
The door slowly opened, and the old man sighed softly: "It is better to give someone a joke and die. It is better to die."
The big knives were slightly stunned, but they quickly laughed and said: "The body of the boy, Laozi, has accumulated more than 30 years of yang, afraid of an egg! Mo said that it is a demon ghost, that is, their ancestors are seeing I have to take the initiative to avoid it."
The rough man walked into the yard and saw the shadow wall, frowning.
The old man once again closed the door.
A stone lion outside the door, slamming, turned out to be a head fell to the ground, fell into a crush.
It was just this movement that had already been covered up by the heavy rain.

Within the large ethnic groups of some countries in the southern part of Baojuzhou, women live in the unique Yuge embroidered building. Some of the harsh family members of the family will even remove the stairs that go up and down, and will treat the women in the list as books. ", waiting for the date of marriage.
The last one enters the yard and there is an embroidered building. The second floor is beautiful and the night is deep. However, there are men who are painting the eyebrows for the woman. The eyebrows in the hand are gently on the woman’s face. The woman is bloody, corrupt, and exposed. The bones of the forest, even the white tumbling, but faintly visible her smile.