Chapter 1036: individual practice

Two figures quietly floated from the sea of ​​​​clouds to a mountain range in the waters of the Ximei River.
Chen Lingjun was worried and asked anxiously, "Xiao Mo Xiao Mo, what do you say?"
It turned out that it was just on the side of Luopo Mountain. It was good. Everyone gathered together and listened to Brother Dafeng talking about the sky in the courtyard of the old cook.
Xiao Mo suddenly said that there was something wrong with the school, as if the young master's breath had suddenly disappeared.
Logically speaking, this is absolutely impossible. Although Chen Ping'an deliberately gathers Qi and fist intent over there, it is no different from ordinary people, but as a martial artist of the end, even in a state of deep sleep, it is like a mysterious state sheltered by a god. How could it be possible? If you say that you are missing, you are missing, and on the other side of Luopao Mountain, it is very clear that the mountain owner is a teacher in the school, and generally will not reveal his identity.
So Xiao Mo wanted to come here to have a look, and Chen Lingjun came here to see what happened.
Xiao Mo smiled and said, "It's alright, it's Daoist Lu who accompanied the young master to visit the ruins of the Dragon Palace."
When he heard that it was the headmaster of Bai Yujing Lu, he was relieved, and Chen Lingjun could not avoid one head and two big.
If possible, Chen Lingjun really didn't want to see the third Lu, who "has to find a boss quickly to see if his brain is ill".
In terms of loyalty to his master, and looking at the entire Luo Po Mountain, Chen Lingjun believes that he is only Xiao Mo, who can fight with himself.
So Chen Lingjun felt relieved when he heard Xiaomo said it was okay. The reason is very simple. Xiaomo said it was a trivial matter. For Chen Lingjun, who has not yet been in the upper five realms, it may not be a trivial matter, but if Xiaomo said it was okay, it was definitely okay. .
Of course, Xiao Mo's qualifications are still a bit shallower than his own. After all, it is not a year or two that he is late for going up the mountain.
Seeing the son and Daochang Lu returning to the country road from a distance, Xiaomo will quietly return to Luopao Mountain. It was a rare trip out, so Chen Lingjun didn't think about returning to Luopao Mountain so quickly, and let Xiaomo go back first. Anyway, there is his town here, forgive that Lu Chengou, no matter how daring he is, doesn't dare to make a fool out of it.
Xiao Mo thought for a while, and then returned to Luopo Mountain by himself, just let Chen Lingjun be careful, and say hello to him if something happened.
Chen Lingjun would definitely not be happy to let other people say such bastards. What a small heart, in this Beiyue realm, who would dare to provoke Uncle Chen, who is not so famous just because he cultivates his mind? When my Nascent Soul Realm cultivation base is a decoration? Don't not treat the Nascent Soul Immortal as a dish. It's just that Xiao Mo said that Chen Lingjun would endure it.
On the mountain, Chen Lingjun seems to be very busy every day, but in fact no one knows what he is busy with, maybe the boy in Tsing Yi himself doesn't know?
As soon as Xiao Mo left, Chen Lingjun threw his sleeves and swayed down the mountain.
Because he had an agreement with his master, Chen Lingjun didn't think about going to the school or the Longgong ruins. He went down the mountain and wandered all the way. After about half an hour, he came to a stone bridge next to the river. There was an old plum tree that was hundreds of years old, and Chen Lingjun saw a stranger, with a boy beside him, who followed him with a qin and a donkey.
Visiting Mei by the stream under the moon is so elegant. It's just that Chen Lingjun watched his breathing, and it seemed that he was still a Qi practitioner.
Never thinking about the man who looked like a scholar, he turned his head and said with a smile: "The joy of surprise, never thought that I would be able to meet a fellow Taoist who cultivates Qi and cultivates longevity in such a remote country, and dares to ask questions."
Chen Lingjun didn't turn around when he heard the words, just raised his hand, turned his back to the guy who took the initiative to strike up a conversation, and shook his palm, "If you're not familiar with it, don't get too close, and go your own way."
The boy who looked like a book boy with a piano bag said in his heart, "Master, he is..."
Before the young man could finish speaking, he found that the master had already cast his gaze towards him, his eyes were so sharp that the "juvenile" was so frightened that he didn't even dare to continue his words.
Who is he, and need you to introduce him?
The Confucian scholar was furious and furious. What was the seemingly hidden inner voice among the monks on the mountain? !
An unknown thing, has the thousand years of practice in Qinggong Mountain all cultivated into the dog?
The "Confucian scholar" regretted bringing this proud disciple to visit the senior on the mountain.
He is the first person on Liuxiazhou Mountain, Jinghao with the Taoist name "Qinggong Taibao".
Yu Xuandao, who had successfully joined the Tao in Tianwai before, met Wen Sheng, and Jing Hao thought of coming here to take a look. It is better to solve the enemy and not to tie it up. It is better sooner rather than later.
The dignified Ascension Realm cultivator returned to Haoran from outside the sky. After arriving at Aquarius, Jing Hao didn't dare to go straight to the Huaihuang County, let alone go to Luopao Mountain to be a guest.
As for this disciple of Zhuyan Youshu, Yupujing, he was supposed to be one of the candidates for the next suzerain. He was recently in charge of secretly collecting information on the "Little Dragon King of Luopao Mountain" on the side of the Dali Dynasty. Now it seems that not only is it unfavorable to do things, but also that the cultivation of the mind is not successful, and it is a waste that cannot be supported.
Jing Hao thought for a while, seeking wealth and wealth at risk, he still took a certain risk and let his disciple stay where he was. He quickly caught up with the boy in Tsing Yi.
I don't know why, how to look at it, this Chen Lingjun, who was called a brother by Chen Xianjun, is just a Nascent Soul Realm Water Flood Dragon.
Chen Lingjun stopped and turned around. On the surface, he looked calm, but he was really worried.
Damn, you can't go out for a rare trip and be beaten to death by someone inexplicably.
It's okay, as long as he can hold two punches, Xiao Mo will definitely be able to get here. What's more, his master is nearby, and this is Wei Shanjun's territory. Chen Lingjun thought about it, and no matter how he looked at it, there was no reason to feel guilty. He suddenly calmed down, shook his sleeves, put his hands behind him, and planned to watch Look what medicine is sold in that guy's gourd.
Jing Hao folded his fists and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist, I am a foreigner, from a place called Fenjun Mountain, a small faction, you may not have heard of it, this is the first time I have traveled to the Dali Mountains and Rivers, I am fortunate to meet meeting."
Chen Lingjun clenched his fists and shook it a few times, and said politely, "It's a pleasure to meet you."
Jing Hao asked with a smile: "Do you also go out to visit the scenery of the Ximei River? Or is it a loose immortal who is not bound by the world and sects?"
Sanxian, after all, sounds much better than Shan Zeye Xiu.
Fenjun Mountain is a vassal enclave of Qinggong Mountain. It can be regarded as a second-rate sect with a small background in Liuxiazhou. It is really not well-known when it comes out of Liuxiazhou.
Seeing that when Chen Lingjun heard "Fengyunshan", his face was really dazed, and he didn't seem to be fake.
Chen Lingjun said with a smile: "Fundamental Mountains, the top of the mountain in the south, I heard that it is a treasure land of Feng Shui for talents."
In his own Beiyue realm, big and small hilltop schools, Chen Lingjun can be said to be quite familiar. As for the immortal mansion on the mountain on the south side of Aquarius Island, he was blinded, and Chen Lingjun was not very interested.
No matter how old-fashioned Jing Hao was, he still didn't know how to answer for a while.
The "juvenile" who listened to the conversation here under the plum tree by the bridge was even more speechless. Who are you talking nonsense with your eyes open?
Because Jing Hao couldn't understand the "true identity and realm" of the other party, every time he opened his mouth, he had to carefully consider every word and make a good belly draft.
As a result, after chatting and chatting, I found that this boy in Tsing Yi, who only appeared in Yujiang and Luopao Mountain, was a fool.
Jing Hao had no choice but to follow the tone and content of the other party's words, and then slipped on the watermelon peel to wherever she went, saying that she was also a scholar in the past, but she was depressed and unwilling, so she was able to go up the mountain to practice by accident. That's why I want to come here to be like fellow Daoists, but now I'm in a similar state of mind. My generation of cultivators, eating and drinking dew, should have a pure heart and few desires. If you go down the mountain and join the world, you can shock the nations and help the people through the world, but if you can't take the Tao and come into the world, you will be wandering around the world, your words will not work, your situation will not suit your heart, and if you leave, you will abandon it like a pair of shoes, and you will have nothing outside yourself. , the world is rolling, it is difficult for the rich and noble in the world to give up glory and wealth, and the poor and the poor are still afraid of losing the poor and the poor? Naturally it makes no sense.
Chen Lingjun couldn't speak, just nodded.
Wen crepe is not sour, so eat more sauerkraut during the day.
Not losing the battle, Chen Lingjun nodded when he finally waited for the opponent to take a breath, "You Daoist's words are still somewhat learned and insightful, but they are a little vague and don't take the mountain vibe."
Jing Hao can already be sure that the guy beside him is really just a cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm, and... he must not have read a few books.
While walking and chatting, about two miles away, Jing Hao suddenly glanced sideways, yo, here comes a slightly higher realm... a dragon seed? Hey, still a sword cultivator?
Moonlight leaked from the forest, and the ground was like snow, making the characters clearly defined.
A young monk in a white robe stood in the forest, watching Jing Hao and Chen Lingjun from a distance.
Chen Lingjun realized it later and turned his head to look at the cold-looking young man in white in the mountain.
Why did I see a guy who likes to go out and wear white clothes again, because last time Luopao Mountain came to a scholar of the nephew's generation, there was a big white goose in the front, and a nephew Zheng in the back, so now Chen Lingjun is for those who wear white clothes, that is Frightened from the bottom of my heart.
Fortunately, at this moment, Chen Lingjun's warm voice came from the side of Xinhu Lake, "When he opened his mouth to say the first sentence by the bridge, I came over. It is roughly certain that this person's realm is not low. , most of them are Ascension cultivators from individual continents."
"But it's nothing. If this person has bad intentions, I will take him to Luopao Mountain as a guest for a few days."
"As for the sword cultivator who came from the monster in the mountains, he came out of the Dragon Palace ruins, and his realm and swordsmanship can be ignored."
Xiao Mo, that's great.
Chen Lingjun straightened his waist all of a sudden, full of courage!
Apart from Jing Hao for the Tsing Yi boy, there is of course the bottomless mountain of unhappiness. Apart from that, the Qing Palace Taibao really doesn't think that there are a few existences in Aquarius, which can make him jealous, even if it is That Wei Bo from Piyun Mountain was like that.
So Jing Hao turned her head and said with a smile: "No matter why Duyou detours and chooses to show up here and now, I don't care what you ask for? Just say that if you get close to me and Daoyou Chen, you won't need it. Not a traveler."
The old dragon son Longsun, who had been trapped in the Dragon Palace for a long time, somehow found that the ban on the dojo had disappeared out of thin air. After hesitating, trembling and walking out of the deep pool, he did not have any backlash. After seeing the sun again, first His face was full of tears, and then he noticed that there were more ant monks in his Dragon Palace. Thinking of the two unpredictable Qi practitioners before, he resisted the urge to take action. More things are worse than less things. The matter of belonging to the Dragon Palace is more important than that. His own avenue is still a trivial matter. He dared to leave the site secretly. At the same time, he used the dual supernatural powers of palm view mountains and rivers and the water method of life. Suddenly, he saw the Piyun Mountain that was not in his memory. He originally wanted to go straight to the nearby one. Luopaoshan, just carefully sailing the Wannian Ship, gave up this idea, and found that under the nose, under the plum tree by the bridge, there were three Qi practitioners, especially the Confucian scholar, whose realm was unfathomable.
The rest of the boy in Tsing Yi, and the "juvenile" who carried the qin and led the donkey, were not to be underestimated.
Could it be that what the two people said before was not a lie? After 3,000 years, if there really is a Qi trainer on the road, is it the Earth Immortal who started?
He had just recovered from the ant cultivator in the Dragon Palace, and finally regained a little confidence in the sword cultivator of the Five Realms, and it disappeared again.
He resisted the discomfort in his heart, and he had to bow his head under the eaves, and took the initiative to say: "The surname is Bai Mingdeng,
The Taoist name is 'Merciful Lord'. "
Jing Hao squinted and smiled and praised: "Good dao name, Jing is a fickle lord. Especially someone like a daoist who is born with roots and has a dao name of mad lord, it is especially suitable."
A young Taoist priest who suddenly appeared, wearing a lotus crown, stood behind Chen Lingjun, his hands folded and his arms folded on the head of the Tsing Yi boy, full of exclamation: "Wow, this is not the top spot on Liuxiazhou Mountain, Immortal Master Jing Hao Jing, why did you come to Bao Ping Continent, you are very leisurely and elegant."
Jinghao was like a thunderbolt from the blue, stunned and speechless.
This Chen Lingjun, in addition to being a brother to Chen Xianjun, is actually so familiar with Bai Yujing Headmaster Lu? !
Chen Lingjun felt extremely aggrieved in his heart, he reached out and wiped his face.
Then Lu Chen waved to the top of the mountain, "Mr. Xiao Mo."
Xiao Mo smiled and nodded, and came to Chen Lingjun and Lu Chen's side.
Jing Hao was stunned, he didn't notice the qi of Headmaster Lu, how could there be an expert hiding so close to him? !
At this moment, Bai Deng only felt that he should return to the dojo and stay there. The world outside is extremely dangerous.
Knowing that Xiaomo is nearby, and seeing Xiaomo standing beside him, that's two different things.
Chen Lingjun patted Lu Chen's hand and warned, "Well, hurry up!"
Lu Chen was indifferent and said with a smile, "I don't know, I met Mr. Mo earlier, and we have a good relationship."
Xiao Mo smiled and nodded lightly, acquiescing to Daochang Lu's statement, but at the same time, Xiao Mo also signaled Chen Lingjun to relax with his eyes.
Chen Lingjun put his arms around his chest, "I'm too lazy to know you in general."
Lu Chen turned his head to look at the top of the mountain again, stretched out his arms and waved vigorously, "It's Miss Xie, right, this way, you and Mr. Mo are a match made in heaven. Next time you must drink your wedding wine."
On a tree on the top of the mountain, a girl in a sable hat stood on the branch and grinned, "It's still a matter of character."
The old scholar Lu Chenxue sighed, "Miss Xie, don't talk nonsense! It's clear that there is a misunderstanding."
The eight characters are only one swipe, unrequited love.
Xie Gou suffered from the lack of reading. She never heard Zhangjiao Lu's pun. She smiled brightly, but thought it was a beautiful word. She nodded to Lu Chen, and then shifted her gaze to Xiao Mo. , said in a soft tone: "I'll go back first, I'll wait for you to have supper together."
Mr. Zhu said that when he was outside, he had to give his man some face. When he got home and closed the door, what should he do?
Lu Chen restrained his smile, "Mr. Mo, I'm so lucky."
Xiao Mo said helplessly, "It's okay."
Lu Chen patted the Tsing Yi boy on the head and joked: "Uncle Chen, this Jing Hao, Qing Gong Taibao, do you recognize it?"
Chen Lingjun still put his arms around his chest. Do you think I'm a fool? Of course, such a famous old immortal on the mountain will recognize him, but it's just the kind of recognition that I recognize him and he doesn't recognize me.
Bai Xuan, who drank wolfberry tea every day at a young age, compiled a hero score, and Chen Lingjun was not idle, and secretly wrote a booklet that he named "Passers-by".
Listed the list of people on the mountain who can pass by and don't know each other with him. Finally, Chen Lingjun sorted out such a secret book for walking around the rivers and lakes in the future.
Among them are Qinggong Taibao, Jing Hao, Jing Lao Shenxian from Liuxiazhou. According to some mountain rumors recorded in Shanshui Dibao, they know a lot about magic techniques.
It never occurred to me that this guy pretending to be a scholar is actually that far away, unattainable Jinghao. It seems that the encounter tonight was indeed a chance encounter.
Chen Lingjun was relieved, and he had a big talk with Jing Lao Shenxian. It was barely a familiar face. If he went to Liuxiazhou in the future, wouldn't he need an extra amulet?
At least the Qinggongshan cultivator, for the sake of this incense love, has to sell himself a few thin noodles? You can't always follow the way of the monk of the Thunder God's House in Beiju Luzhou. Forget it, even if you meet a Qi trainer from Qinggong Mountain on the road, you still pretend that you don't know each other. It's better not to meet if you can. Otherwise, it is estimated that the other party still thinks that he is bragging and does not draft drafts, but it is easy to cause troubles.
I don't know what Jing Hao was thinking at the moment, but the "juvenile" Yupujing who was standing under the plum blossom tree was completely stunned.
That young Taoist priest, wearing a lotus crown, was full of randomness and disdain towards his master in his words?
How could there be so many sky-high figures suddenly appearing in a place the size of a palm? Headmaster Bai Yujing Lu? Who is Mr. Xiao Mo? Who is Miss Xie, the mink hat?
Lu Chen gloated and said, "Uncle Chen, when you pass by Liuxiazhou in the future, you can't make a special trip to Qinggong Mountain, and chat a few more words with Jing Lao Shenxian at the wine table?"
Chen Lingjun smiled far-fetchedly and said, "It must be."
Jing Hao even felt a bucket of water in her heart, and she became more and more uncertain, and said subconsciously, "It must be necessary."
Both sides were embarrassed, and they could see the embarrassment in each other's tone and expression.
And the point is that they don't even know what the the other party is embarrassing about.
Lu Chen said with a smile: "It's like the first sight, it's called the first sight."
In the Ximei River Water House, there was another emergency military intelligence report to the River God, who had drank the high-brewed wine at the village school before, and hurriedly went to the river to find out.
Good guy, sure enough, there was another empty jug floating on the water. The officials of the Shuifu and a large group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals who were watching the fun, who had previously experienced the power of such treasures, learned to be smart this time, and didn't even touch the jug.
It's just that when Master River God carefully picked it up and shook it a few times, Gao Niang was confused. It didn't seem to be the same as the previous jug, and there was no mystery.
Those gang of officials and subordinates of the Water Mansion, but regardless of this, they raised their arms and shouted, the Master of the Water God, obtained the treasure twice in one day. Isn't this a miracle? !
Gao Niang kept calm, put the jug into his sleeve, raised his hand slightly, and pressed it a few times, signaling that the fierce generals of the Shuifu should be calm and low-key.
The white-haired boy who slept unintentionally in the long night at Luopao Mountain was on the side of Jiantai, and he was looking for Guo Mengzhu to develop a relationship and friendship.
As the first editor of Luopao Mountain, the white-haired boy is now fighting high, thinking that if he can join hands with Xie Gou, and if there is a Guo alliance leader, he will be an independent sect in Luopao Mountain.
The girl and the white-haired boy were sitting on a branch, each swaying their legs and swaying. Before coming here, they did not treat themselves badly. The two worked together to make two casseroles of bridge-crossing rice noodles in the kitchen.
Guo Zhujiu was full of hiccups and was teaching the white-haired boy his unique experience in the arena.
On the branches on both sides, there were two empty small casserole pots beside them. The taste is indeed average, not to blame the ingredients, but to their cooking skills, anyway, don't blame anyone.
"Walking through the rivers and lakes, don't panic when you encounter things."
The white-haired boy nodded vigorously and rolled his eyes secretly.
As a result, after reading Guo Zhujiu's words, he was very satisfied with the white-haired boy's appetite, "Hurry up and run away."
The white-haired boy's eyes lit up, he applauded with all his strength, cheered loudly, and did not forget to continue to encourage Guo Zhujiu to participate in the grand event, "Guo Alliance Lord, you know that I am a person who is very good in every possible way, but only one point is the most outstanding. , that is, never slapping the beard, it is really a good match with Guo's leader, it's a pity that you are not our leader."
Guo Zhujiu wondered, "Do you have a personal grudge with Senior Sister Pei?"
The white-haired boy shook his head and said, "There is absolutely no conscience in heaven and earth!"
Guo Zhujiu was silent for a moment and asked, "You pretend to be happy every day, will you be really happy one day?"
The white-haired boy looked sad and twitched the corners of his mouth.
Life has many divergent paths in the north and south, and things are like a spring dream without a trace. Back then, when thousands of miles searched for Fenghou, there was no use in being a scholar.
The white-haired boy clasped the back of his head with both hands, feeling melancholy, really melancholy.
Guo Zhujiu stretched out his hand to hold the white-haired boy's head, pressed it, and nodded, "What do you want, it must be possible."
In Luopao Mountain, in a small house, many people gathered here in the middle of the night, and everyone was very relaxed.
Chief Zhou Fei's private house on the mountain, how luxurious and luxurious it is, the white jade pavement, the immortal spirit, I really want people to cross the threshold, and they dare not step when they enter the yard.
But here, the courtyard in front of the steps is just a flat and compacted yellow soil.
In the early years, there was a female nun who was as famous as Jiang Shangzhen in Tongyezhou. She once came here as a guest and had a special liking for this courtyard.
Jiang Shangzhen thought about it, but he still couldn't understand it. That Huang Ting was definitely not a fuel-efficient lamp, and he was very arrogant.
Zhu Lian didn't hide it, but said that he just gave her a handwritten Taoist scripture, and Miss Huang sat here and read the book for a while.
That's how an old cook treats guests, that's all.
At that time, Chief Zhou stood under the eaves and looked at the courtyard outside the steps. He quickly wanted to understand the joints and was amazed.
A Taoist book, a rattan chair, Huang Ting facing Huang Ting, and watching Huang Ting under the moon.
There are a lot of people gathered here to chat tonight, in fact, the main reason is to listen to Zheng Dafeng's anecdotes about the colorful world.
Zheng Dafeng's words are witty, like a kind of talent, things that pass through his mouth can always attract people's gimmicks and make the listeners smile.
With the support of the old cook, the same thing is even more interesting.
In the audience just now, the men included Taoist Xianwei, Chen Lingjun, and Wufu Zhongqian. Among the women were Xie Gou, Peixiang, the lord of the Fox Kingdom, and Gao Jun, the contemporary head of the Hushan School.
Before, Chen Pingan took the initiative to visit Hushan School and took her to leave the lotus root blessed land. Gao Jun originally planned to return to his hometown soon, so he just went to Piyun Mountain with Wei Shanjun at first. She wanted to know more about this magnificent world. She was even more reluctant to leave Luopao Mountain, which made the scheduled trip delayed again and again.
It's just that Zheng Dafeng has left at this moment, and went down the mountain with Xianwei.
Xiao Mo took Chen Lingjun out to the boundary of the Ximei River, and then Xie Gou also sneaked over, just let Mr. Zhu prepare a late-night snack, and when she and Xiaomo came back to eat, there was no need to rush to cook.
Zhu Lian smiled and agreed. Since he had nothing to do, and Peixiang took the lead, Zhu Lian was lying on the rattan chair and casually said something to relieve the boredom along with her topic.
"Cultivation is never just about the mountains, it is always about you and me."
"Between a man and a woman, being a husband and wife is a predestined relationship, and it is nothing more than a separation of evil and good. In the next life. In the next life, the two sides will live with each other. They are always dissatisfied and feel that they owe each other. So poor, rich, and rich, whether they have money or not, their life is always unhappy. A slightly lighter evil fate, they parted in the middle of nowhere. There is not much resentment between the two sides, the relationship is shallow, and the relationship is made."
"Only good karma can achieve mutual success and grow old together. So the so-called practice is just comparing the heart with the heart, turning the bad karma into a good karma, and continuing the good karma in this life as the good karma in the next life, then no matter what identity we meet in the next life, we will meet again. If you see an old friend, you will feel joy in your heart. Therefore, if a husband and wife want to work together and live a good life, it is a bad relationship at first, then it is easier to solve the bad relationship and form a good relationship, which is originally a good relationship. It's nothing but a continuation of goodwill."
Peixiang smiles
Said: "But in the world, there are not only love between men and women and the relationship between husband and wife?"
Zhu Lian put his hands on his stomach, patted the back of his left hand with his right hand, and said slowly, "Between parents and children, there is a debt. Children come to this world to collect debts with their parents, or repay debts."
"If children come to collect debts, then parents should pay off the debt as soon as possible, the sooner the better. So you will find that in this world, some elders are obviously the wealthy door of loyal people, but there will be an unreasonable one. Prodigal son. If children come to repay their debts in this life, they should also be cherished and not squandered as parents.

"So you will also see some portals. No matter how mean and selfish those parents are, they are always willing to be filial, no matter how hard their life is, no matter how much they are wronged."
"Of course, there are also some children who can make an originally poor family prosper, and this is their debt repayment."
"Do you think there are many couples with children in the world, do they really know how to be parents? In fact, they didn't know it at the beginning. Since it's the first time in this life, being a father and mother, or they haven't done it well. It's always a little confusing to prepare, or don't know what to do at all, so we don't leave home, and as early as in our own homes, we have joys and sorrows that we can cry and laugh for."
Wufu Zhong Qian, who was sitting alone on a bench, said in a low voice, "Mr. Zhu, what should I do?"
The truth must have a foothold, otherwise, if you know a bunch of big truths, there is no use other than walking on your back and getting involved.
Zhu Lian smiled and said, "Don't die to save face and suffer, be more patient with others and yourself, be close to people around you, dare to admit a few mistakes, and be willing to say sorry a few times."
"Especially good people who have no intention of harming others and are full of goodwill towards the world, especially pay attention to their character, must control their emotions, and don't give people, especially those close to others, the impression of being cloudy and moody, otherwise it makes sense. It doesn't make sense, it's too much of a loss in the end."
"There is a saying that describes a person's anger for no reason, it is called the fire of no name, the name of the name, in fact, it can also be described as the fire of ignorance, the bright light. If you want to come to all the grievances of a person, they accumulate bit by bit, only It will add up, but the trivial things have turned into emotions that are difficult to know. I think I don’t care. How can it be, then the paper can’t wrap the fire. Ignorance."
"When we think too much and do too little. How can we reap the rewards of our hard work?"
"But if you do too much and think too little. How can you protect your kindness."
"We people, we can't always feel that we have worked hard enough to live our lives."
"But don't be afraid. Under the same roof, all the anger that comes out is warm. Just let others know, don't keep it in your heart, and of course, don't scald the hearts of others, so in addition to letting the other party know about yourself How do you think, and at the same time you must know what the other party thinks, don't worry about the right or wrong of both parties, whether each has a reason or not."
"There is a little trick here, that is, don't discuss matters with people who are close to your children. Of course, there must be no reason for children, family education, and rules. Certain things should be like this, children. If you can understand it is the best, if you don't understand it, just follow it. For example, when you go out, you have to say hello when you see your elders. If you do something wrong, you have to admit it to others for the wrong thing itself, not because you do it, the other party will. If you are unhappy, or if your parents are unhappy, as a parent, you can’t take it for granted.

Gao Jun finally couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Zhu, I have a question, isn't it an undoubted compliment to say 'on the mountain'?"
"So it's a trick. If everyone knows it, there's nothing to say."
Zhu Lian laughed, and the old man said softly in a gentle tone that seemed to be unique: "When something requires us to question or deny the family around us, it must be emotional, and it is inevitable that we will say a thing or two. A heavy sentence, is it useful? It may be useful, but more likely to make things worse Yes, find various reasons, or use a certain right to deny the other's right, so can we really 'discuss the matter'?"
"Men like to reason, and women pay attention to feelings. If a man can't understand, the strange emotions that women seem to be inexplicable, unreasonable, and vexatious are a reason in themselves, and it will be difficult to explain their own reasoning. Hey."
"Not to mention that reasoning is just for the sake of winning and losing, and there is a winner and a loser. Both parties have been together for so long, and naturally, they will feel that the other party is a person who cannot communicate. The couples who share the same bed have no escape, no escape. Avoid, maybe in the end, there will only be two or two silences and their own grievances."
"All our misunderstandings about others and the world may come from three words, 'I think'."
Gao Jun thought for a moment and nodded lightly.
The sable-cap girl who returned to Luopao Mountain was in high spirits. She sat down on the bamboo chair, gave a thumbs up, and exclaimed loudly, "Mr. Zhu, Tongda!"
Zhu Lian smiled and said, "Men need to think more."
Xie Gou nodded vigorously. Mr. Zhu said it well. This sentence, this truth, is the best.
If it is said that Xie Gou gradually changed his opinion and began to sincerely think that Luopo Mountain is a good place, then the old cook around him, Zhu Lian, takes half of the credit!
Zhu Lian added: "Everyone is a lazy person and is naturally lazy, so I always feel that there is a certain truth in the book, or a sentence I heard from others, all those things that make people feel relaxed when they hear it. Reason, it is difficult to make our life better, good reason, but it will make us feel uncomfortable at first listening, and it will be more uncomfortable to do."
"So if Miss Xie listened so much to me tonight, at the end of the day, I just felt that this sentence was pleasing and reasonable, and I listened to it, and then I remembered this and forgot the rest. I might as well not listen and never hear a word."
Xie Dog smiled awkwardly.
Mr. Zhu Lao is indeed a profound Taoist,
Xiao Mo, who had just returned to the hospital, smiled knowingly.
Zhu Lian said rudely, "Little Mo, what are you laughing at, you fool."
Mr. Mo and Miss Xie, both of them are not partial to each other, and a bowl of water is level.
Only then did Xiao Mo restrain his smile, but he couldn't help laughing again.
Xie Gou blinked, hey, hey, I can't stand it anymore, today's Xiao Mo is really gentle, and seems to be a little more handsome than yesterday.
Zhu Lian looked at the sky and was silent for a moment.
A seemingly simple truth, how many truths does it need to support?
It seems that there are too many things, just an addition with only one exact number, and without any one of them, the answer must be wrong.
After returning to his senses, Zhu Lian smiled and said: "Let's not talk about other things outside the mountain. On our Luoluo Mountain, just one point, try not to be wronged to anyone. Of course, it is difficult to do so, so try to make everyone feel less wronged."
Some grievances that are unwilling to speak to others come from not being able to respond to those around them. The voices of all kinds of expectations, longings, and wishes are like drums in my heart, resounding in my own world. The outside of the heart is dumb, and it is always silent. It is like a person who hoars his voice, but no one around him hears it. This person will become less and less fond of talking, and will remain silent until he becomes a mute.
Zhu Lian said softly: "Don't be rational or unreasonable, right or wrong, you must be willing to tell others what you think, why you say something, why you do something, tell the other person frankly, that's how I am. Think about it, what do you think?"
In fact, in this matter, in Luopo Mountain, the person who has done the best is Chen Lingjun, and perhaps the second is the owner of the mountain, Chen Ping'an.
For example, if Chen Lingjun encounters a grievance, he must be extremely aggrieved at the first time. He just thinks why his master is not by his side, as long as Chen Ping'an returns home one day, he must complain! Another example is going to Dulu in Beiju Luzhou. At the critical juncture of Dadu's entrance to the sea, Chen Lingjun also thought about returning to Luopao Mountain, and was scolded by Chen Ping'an. After the training, what should he do? I was driven down the mountain, sir, I am still a hero.
Luopaoshan has today's scene.
Outsiders think that Chen Pingan likes to be a hands-off shopkeeper too much. Now that he has a big family business, he has lost his luck.
Even some outside cultivators who were relatively familiar with Luopao Mountain felt that Zhu Lian, a character who could not move his nest, was doing something
This is the way for the expert to watch the door, and the outsider to watch the fun.
Chen Pingan once sent a letter from home to Luopo Mountain and entrusted it to Wei Bo.
On the envelope was written a line in small capital letters, "Nuanshu personally opened, Pei Qian read the letter, and rice grains put away the envelope".
When they received the letter back then, at the Bamboo Building, the three little heads touched each other, and Xiao Heitan repeatedly read the letter three times.
Zhu Lian stood up, rubbed his hands together and smiled, "Let's make a late night snack, Xiao Mo will help."
Xiao Mo got up with a smile and started to help Mr. Zhu in the kitchen. He was already familiar with it.
Everyone ate supper together at the same table. Peixiang and Gao Jun, who had never touched Yang Chunshui with their ten fingers, helped clean up the dishes and returned to their residences.
After the excitement was over, Zhu Lian was alone, lying back on the rattan chair, seemingly muttering to himself, "Lu Chen, do you think so?"
On the other side of the wall, sitting Lu Chen, who didn't know when he came here, smiled and said, "There is a small problem, there are some truths, and reasonable people can't do it themselves."
"Even so, aren't those principles bad?"
"If you say that, it seems to make some sense."
Zhu Lian turned his head to the ground and snorted, "The branches of the lacquer garden road, the flower thief and the jade waist slave!"
Lu Chen couldn't help laughing, "It's weird, what are you scolding yourself for?"
Lu Chen jumped and landed in the courtyard. He went straight to the rattan chair, and lay on it in the same posture as Zhu Lian. He said lazily, "Let's talk for a few years?"
Zhu Lian sat on the steps, put his hands in his sleeves, and said indifferently, "What do you want to talk about?"
Lu Chen smiled and closed his eyes.
Zhu Lian looked up.
In an instant, in the darkness of the night, there seemed to be hundreds of millions of sentient beings' dreams in the human world, like lanterns that were densely clustered, colorful and slowly rising.
Under the eaves of the village school, the old scholar lay comfortably on the rattan chair, while Chen Ping'an sat on the bamboo chair beside him, shaking the palm fan gently.
Zhao Shuxia and Ning Ji sat on the other side.
The old scholar smiled and asked, "Ning Ji, I told you a lesson earlier, do you understand?"
Ning Ji shook his head and said with a sullen face, "Master Patriarch, I almost don't understand."
The old scholar laughed and said, "It's okay, let your husband explain it to you in some vernacular."
Chen Pingan smiled and explained it to Ning Ji in some simple and easy-to-understand words.
Ning Ji kept the two statements in mind. Occasionally, if there was something he still couldn't understand, he would ask her husband, and Chen Ping'an would explain it in another way.
The old man listened and fell asleep again, snoring lightly.
Zhao Shuxia and Ning Ji walked lightly and went to the kitchen to lay the floor.
Only Chen Ping'an was still sitting there, silently accompanying his husband.
In the open space outside the school, there are faint traces of Mongolian children dancing squares.
Probably childhood, is a carefree square jumping, the square is your home, and the square is the world outside.