Chapter 1043: Who is three feet above the head

Chen Ping'an believed that he knew the temperament of Emperor Song He, so even if the other party visited the village school in person, it would not be an accident. It just didn't occur to me that Song He and his party just stayed like this. Looking at the posture, since you, Chen Ping'an, were at the dinner table and said that you would consider that matter, then we will wait for your exact answer and wait for you to think about it. Say it again. It's not being rude.
At the beginning, Chen Ping'an didn't know about this matter. He had eaten before, and it was only delivered to the door. It was only when Song He and the others would go to the county seat or Yanzhou Fucheng to settle down.
The residence was generally settled, of course, Yu Mian and Yu Yu were busy. The prefect Pei Tong and the general Chu Liang had returned to their respective offices. The servant Zhao Yao had also left. Song He was walking alone in the village. The thin ones are all yellow mud houses, while the more well-off ones have white walls and black tiles. There is a courtyard where the four waters return to the church. The village is covered with long bluestone slabs. Year after year, shoes, The wheels and the hooves of the cows rubbed extremely brightly, and the moonlight made it even brighter.
Most of the villages have one surname. The elderly and children are arranged according to their seniority. A certain character in the middle of the name is the seniority.
After Song He went out, he was only a few steps away, and he was only barked by the dog more than once. To be honest, Song He was really a little frightened in his heart. Let's go back to meet someone with a limp, but it will be embarrassing.
Walking and walking, Song He, who was indeed a little frightened, laughed at himself and looked around, and then Song He saw Chen Ping'an at the head of the village, who was smoking dry cigarettes with a few old men. The teacher, with a relaxed attitude, crossed Erlang's legs, revealing a thousand layer sole cloth shoes, tilted his head slightly, and slanted his shoulders, listening to the leisurely days of the old people on the side, smiling and nodding from time to time, it seems that although Chen Pingan I am a foreigner, but I can chat with the locals very well.
Farther away, there were some women and girls, chatting about some trivial parents. Song He just glanced a few times and found that there were several girls among them, who were quite concerned about the elegant teacher.
Seeing Song He's figure, Chen Ping'an directly took a breath of dry smoke. After all, he is an emperor, and he does such a bad thing. He should be picking up pork sticks on the 30th New Year's Eve and coming to collect the debt. ?
Seeing this scene, Song He restrained his laughter and sat silently beside Chen Ping'an. The so-called bench is actually a long wooden board, resting on top of two stacks of blue bricks. Poor His Majesty the Emperor, half of his is hanging in the air.
Chen Ping'an had to move his position to make room for Song He.
Song He didn't understand the local dialect here, so Chen Ping'an helped to explain. It turned out that they were talking about a big event. Yesterday, an old man in the village passed away, and he was considered dead, but just because the old man did not have the same surname as the village, according to this According to the local customs, it is forbidden to enter the village ancestral hall to set up a mourning hall. The younger generation of the old man was not happy, and threatened that if the ancestral hall did not open again, they would break into the door tonight.
Song He asked, "If it's Mr. Chen, how should we solve it?"
Chen Ping'an shook his head and smiled: "One is filial piety, and the other is customs. How can this kind of thing be solved, there is no way to solve it."
A bare-footed boy caught a strange fish with long beards and a huge head from the black quagmire that prayed for rain. The whole body was golden yellow, and it had to be as long as an adult's arm. It was curled around the boy's waist. Inside the fish basket.
Passing by the head of the village, Chen Ping'an glanced at the fish basket, called the boy's name, and beckoned.
The young man walked quickly to Chen Pingan and called out Mr. Chen.
Chen Ping'an smiled and nodded in greeting, and then plucked the fish basket with the bamboo stick in his hand. The young man glanced at Song He next to Chen Ping'an and mistakenly thought that his husband wanted to entertain guests tonight, open a small stove, and have a late-night snack together. What. The young man took off the fish basket from his waist without hesitation and handed it to Mr. Chen.
Chen Ping'an waved his hand and spoke in a vernacular that Song He couldn't understand. The young man was stunned for a moment, glanced at Chen Ping'an, nodded vigorously, put the fish basket away again, and ran away.
Song He asked in a low voice, "Mr. Chen, what's going on?"
Chen Ping'an didn't give an answer right away, he just lifted the cigarette stick, pointed to a distant hill, and told Song He about the rain-praying experience of the black quagmire. There is a faint golden line on the back of both, Chen Pingan took the cigarette stick and pointed to the mountain behind him, saying that there is the highest place, and the local people call it Xiaotianlong, which is a saying passed down from generation to generation.
Song He, however, is a serious person. To speak of strange legends, as the king of a country in the Dali Dynasty, I have heard of it a lot, and it is not uncommon to see it, and asked: "It's really the kind of Jiaolong who was relegated to the left and moved from the Dragon Palace in the early years in the black quagmire. To rest, you need to be imprisoned in one place, how many years will you walk through the clouds and rain, so that you can make up for your faults?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "It's all stories that have been passed down from generation to generation here. It's true or false. It's hard to say what the facts are. If I had known you would ask this question earlier, I would have asked Lu Chen to the bottom of it and asked him to help with the deduction. Play."
Song He stabilized his mind and asked softly, "Has Master Lu been here?"
Chen Ping'an nodded, "I've just been here, it can be said that Headmaster Lu walked on the front foot, and you came on the back foot."
Song He suddenly realized that the disappearance of Zhu Lu, the assistant officer of the Weaving Bureau in the previous team, was mostly inseparable from the Bai Yujing Headmaster Lu.
Song He asked curiously, "Did Mr. Chen persuade the young man to let the fish go? Is it something about cultivating on the mountain?"
Chen Ping'an explained with a smile: "This actually has nothing to do with the mountains. It is an old saying in my hometown, and it is indeed a bit taboo. Relying on mountains to eat mountains and water to drink water, you have to believe this, let alone believe this, you can still What do you believe? Many things were discovered after going out. For example, in my hometown and here, whoever went up the mountain and along the stream to catch the stone frog would break a leg before releasing it. , you can't take it home."
Song He said, "Is it a way of paying respect to the Mountain God?"
Chen Pingan nodded, "That's right. If I encounter a three-legged stone frog on the mountain later, whether it's half an hour up the mountain or an hour to catch it, I'll have to go home. Then today, something like that boy , if you catch a big fish that looks weird and even a little frightened at a glance, you need to see the appearance of the strange fish. If it is bitter, you can kill it and eat it, it doesn't matter. That smiling face, it's best to let go."
Song He was silent for a moment, then sighed for no reason, "In the final analysis, it doesn't matter whether you rely on mountains or water, or rely on the sky for food."
Chen Ping'an remained silent, breathing heavily.
The hometown dialect and the local dialect also have a mysterious and unreasonable connection. Whenever we talk about the seasonal climate, whether it is hot or cold, the villagers will get used to the local dialect, and use three words or start or end. This is God.
There was nothing to complain about in his tone, at the most helpless, he looked up at the sky and sighed.
The peasants who face the fields and turn their backs to the sky will naturally be beautiful when they meet the good seasons and good years.
Song He obviously endured the thick smoke here.
Chen Pingan put away the cigarette stick, said goodbye to the old men, and took Song He for a walk outside the village.
Song He asked, "What did Mr. Chen just chat with a young and strong man?"
Chen Ping'an said: "That person is very nice, he is the father of Mengtong in a village school, his family is relatively poor, he is a mason, there are old and young, he is willing to do any work that can make money, he carries trees and burns charcoal to raise silkworms. Picking tea, doing everything. I don’t have enough alcohol, but I especially like to drink, and the quality of the wine is a little bad. I was just trying to persuade him to be a little bit more restrained at the wine table. Don’t drink so hard, and drink a few glasses as soon as you get to the wine table Yes, I can't stop it, if I drink too much, I'll go crazy and dare to say anything."
"I just made a joke and said that you are not a drinker, but a drinker. Fortunately, he didn't get angry when he heard it."
"And then persuade him at the wine table, don't always say that other people's is not or not. A villager in a village, looking up and not looking down to see, maybe even the whispers in the bed, will be listened to by the wall, not to mention this kind of Drinking table talk, if you don’t make a few drunk words, you will hate others, and you will be held grudges for nothing. As time goes by, the generation of the same generation will not talk about it, and the next generation will be burdened with it.

Hearing this, Song He felt very interesting, and asked with a smile, "Does he think it makes sense?"
Chen Ping'an said: "I probably heard it now, but I don't know if I will remember it next time I go to the wine table."
Don't talk about anything else, just talk about drinking, including Chen Ping'an himself, really learn a lot from Jingqing, at the wine table, I think everyone is amazing, and they are all heroes and heroes in the world.
The key is honesty.
Because Chen Lingjun's drinking words were his heartfelt words.
Song He took care of himself and explained a rationale: "As the saying goes, 'The room is in anger, and the city is in color.' It is good to know the sound by the ear, and the shape by the eye, but the knowledge must be seen by the heavenly officials. It should be written down and then it can be done. There is no fixed name and it is appropriate to make an appointment with it. It is appropriate to make a convention, and it is inappropriate if it is different from an appointment."
Chen Pingan smiled and nodded.
Song He is using a different way to say good things about his husband.
Song He showed a look of nostalgia, looked straight ahead, and said softly, "Mr. once told me that there was a very talented Luzong monk. Before he became a monk, he said two words very well, saying that the virtue of the world is the best. Those who see people's strengths and weaknesses are desirable, so there are many people who allow them. Those who have poor morals are arrogant in their hearts, seeing good and bad things in people, so they despise them in their eyes. Finally, Mr. The road gets wider and wider, and the latter will only get narrower."
"Probably a person with such a realm can see that the streets are full of saints, and everyone in the world is not a good person."
Chen Ping'an took the cigarette stick and wrapped his hand behind him, tapped his back lightly, nodded, and said with a smile, "It's His Majesty's reasoning, more knowledgeable, and more gentle."
Song He said, "These are the teachings of Mr.
Chen Ping'an said: "Since you have listened to it, it is your reason."
Song He Yuemo felt that the atmosphere and timing of the walk tonight were good, so they began to meet frankly and express their inner thoughts, "Scholarly and elegant people like to say that the wind and the moon are impermanent, and only the idle are the masters. To be honest, I am When I went south, the original intention was to stop at the logging institute in Yuzhang County, Hongzhou. The reason why I diverted to this place was a spur of the moment. I was afraid that Mr. Chen would be too disappointed in our Dali Dynasty, and he would not be afraid of laughing when he said it. Dare to remind Pei Tong of Yunzhou and Wu Yuan of Chuzhou, these top officials who seem to be officials under Mr. Chen's eyes are afraid of extracurricular troubles and superfluous extravagance. After being seen through, they are worried that they will only lead to bigger jokes. On the way here, I saw a plum tree beside the bridge and the riverside, and I stopped there for a while. I was afraid of Mr. Chen’s current state of mind, and he would be displeased. What should I do with Dili? I just thought about it again, If it is really a plum blossom in the ancient stream, and the road is far and deep in the mountains, I will wait for the bright moon to find me... it would be fine. Even if I can eat a closed door at Mr. Chen's side, I have a clear conscience."
Instead of expressing the slightest approval, Chen Ping'an took an inch and made a joke, "Oh? Do you have a clear conscience?"
Song He was dumbfounded for a while.
Why do you think that you are not as good as a country villager who is not good at wine, so you need to let Mr. Chen be patient and pay attention to his sense of proportion?
Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "An inch of time is worth an inch of gold. Who are you telling such a good truth? I'm afraid that if a scholar can hear it, it's already very good."
Song He had an illusion, as if he had returned to his teenage years. He listened to the teacher who served as the national teacher, and took him to the streets of the capital. When encountering personnel, he would say what kind of truth.
At the wine table here, Chen Ping'an once heard something.
"There is no name in life."
When the old man said this, he neither drank too much nor complained, but his tone was indifferent and his expression calm.
Song He said apologetically, "I am a soft-hearted person. Don't mind Mr. Chen."
Song He is still worried that his wife will make her own decisions, because the string of rhinoceros beads makes Chen Ping'an unhappy.
Furthermore, it was Queen Song Mian's opinion that they stayed here this time. It's just this kind of thing, Song He doesn't mention it on Chen Ping'an's side.
Chen Ping'an turned to look at Song He.
Not polite words, but heartfelt words.
Yes. All the spies who want to come to the Great Wall of Sword Qi are handled by senior brother Cui Yu himself, not others.
As long as the emperor knew a little about the news on the Sword Qi Great Wall, he would not say such things tonight.
Oh, the entire Great Wall of Sword Qi in those days, regardless of the reputation of the hidden officials of the summer palace and the second shopkeeper of the wine shop, only said that he and Ning Yao were one of the family, one was considerate, who didn't give a thumbs up, and was strict with his wife? Nothing!
I remember eating hot pot with Senior Song once, the chili was drunk, and the young man's face flushed after drinking it.
It is unavoidable that a man, after being powerful, powerful and rich, is liked or admired by women of all kinds, and he is still able to control it, and this is his real ability.
Over time, let them understand a truth, I am the man you will never get, this is called a good man.
I think when I was young, when I was in the arena, Yingying and Yanyan around me had never been less, and I just relied on the righteousness to dispel the fat and powder.
"Marry a wife and marry a virtuous person."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Your Majesty is very lucky."
If it weren't for a certain detail, Chen Ping'an temporarily changed his mind. I don't care about your majesty the emperor and the governor general. After drinking tea, you can see off guests.
He would never leave Song and his group for that meal.
If it wasn't for the Queen Yu Mian handing over the bracelet, let the Queen Mother Nanpin come to the school to try it out? Let's see if Chen Pingan will let Xiaomo remove the ban on swordsmanship?
You must know that when Chen Ping'an was in the palace, he deliberately left a green bamboo chopstick and let the woman use it as a hairpin.
Chen Pingan smiled and said, "A man who has a family and lives, don't let his daughter-in-law be in trouble all the time."
"All the contradictions between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, if one day they are irreconcilable, in the final analysis, it must be the same man. He is unreliable and has no opinion.
Song He felt that these words were very reasonable, but they sounded a little guilty.
Chen Pingan asked, "Zhao Shilang is still in the village?"
Song He shook his head and said, "He has already left the territory of Yunzhou. To deal with an urgent matter, he may have to bring half of the Earthly Branch cultivators and travel separately to meet in Luojing, the companion capital."
Chen Ping'an hesitated for a moment, and asked, "What kind of official business does it require a servant of the Ministry of Punishment to send out with the Earthly Branch cultivator?"
Song He didn't hide anything, "Abbot Dali Jianzhou and a key figure in the affairs of Shanyue Ferry, this old man did not take a temporary job in the Ministry of Industry, and rarely took a break, so he took a few disciples and students to the south to relax. An old vassal state south of Dadu encountered a dispute involving the local court and the two immortal mansions on the mountain."
Chen Ping'an asked, "Because it's not particularly dominant? Suspected of meddling?"
Song He nodded and said, "If it weren't for that, in Aquarius Island, north of the Old Dragon City, no one would dare to stir up trouble with the Dali Dynasty. Besides, this old gentleman is stubborn and in trouble, he doesn't want to be with him at all. The capital punishment department or the capital Luojing said hello, and they were deadlocked there."
Chen Pingan asked again: "For such an important person, the Ministry of Punishment did not issue a peace card?"
Song He explained: "I'll say anything, but the old man is still only willing to charge a last-class no-mind card. Because the old man was worried that the people around him would be implicated, he had to be stubborn and showed the no-mind card."
Chen Ping'an twitched the corners of his mouth, "Did the other party get more excited when he saw this last-minute card? Maybe he wanted to take this opportunity to knock the mountain and shake the tiger?"
Song He nodded, "Everything is as Mr. Chen expected."
Chen Pingan narrowed his eyes.
To put it uglier, today's Dali Dynasty, without the embroidered tiger Cui Yu, is equivalent to the lack of the backbone.
This is actually a fact that is recognized on the mountain and down the mountain, and the Dali Dynasty has acquiesced in this.
Just talking about the old vassals of Dali in the south, why did they take the initiative to release the news after the restoration of the country, and they wanted to destroy the stone tablets on the top of the immortal mansion within their jurisdiction?
In fact, it is a kind of temptation to Da Li Song.
As long as Cui Yu is still there, the entire Aquarius, whether in the north or in the south, is just like what Emperor Song He said, who dares to say anything to the north of the Old Dragon City, the southernmost point of the continent?
Seeing Mr. Chen pondering on the side, Song He smiled and said, "Mr. Chen, don't worry, this kind of thing will definitely be handled when Zhao Yao goes."
Chen Pingan opened his mouth and said, "Among the qi practitioners who are visiting my Luopao Mountain now, there is Jade Pure Realm Sword Cultivator Bai Deng, who has just walked out of the nearby Dragon Palace ruins, and he can be regarded as half a local cultivator of Dali, and there is another one. The ghost, the Taoist name of Yinlu, was once the deputy city owner of the Wild Fairy Hairpin City. This fellow is no longer in his realm, and his heart is still there, so he can cooperate with Bai Deng, who is naturally short-tempered. In addition, Liuxiazhou Qinggongshan Jinghao, this time around I also followed a high apprentice from the Jade Purity Realm named Gao Geng. I can invite the three of them to go with me, and then let Yinlu and the old gentleman recognize a family elder. They can settle this situation without Zhao Yao and the others showing up. The disputes can be big or small, and the other party is willing to make trouble, so let Yinlu follow along. When the time comes, let Daoist Gao Geng reveal his identity and say that he is from Qinggong Mountain in Liuxiazhou, and he is still the old gentleman's family guest."
One is official business, like Zhao Yao with the title of a servant.
There is another way, that is to be private, let the silver deer, who is also idle every day on the mountain, recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestors.
Song He was stunned.
Does this work?
Chen Ping'an didn't seem to be concerned about it anymore, he had already changed the topic, pointed to a mountain ridge ahead, and said with a smile, "It's a coincidence, that place is called Sendjia Mountain."
Song He eased his mind, followed the direction pointed by Chen Ping'an, looked at the distant mountain, and said with a smile, "Every time I talked to Mr. It will suddenly become clear, and Mr. suddenly throws another question, adding more confusion on top of the confusion."
Chen Pingan joked: "Comparing me with Senior Brother Cui is equivalent to scolding us both at the same time."
Song He asked tentatively, "Mr. Chen, then we have an appointment?"
Chen Ping'an nodded, "But I have to wait for me to go out for a trip first. I may go to many places, and several continents that I have never set foot on need to go and see. When I come back, I will go to the capital of Dali. This time Traveling takes four or five years as long as two or three years as short as possible.

Song He was in high spirits, one couldn't hold back, grabbed Chen Ping'an's arm, "It's settled."
Chen Pingan patted His Majesty the Emperor's arm and said with a smile: "Your Majesty doesn't have to do this. If you can run, a monk can't run away from the temple, and my family's Luopo Mountain doesn't have long legs."
Song He looked back at the direction of the school, but he hesitated.
Chen Ping'an explained with a smile: "Ten years to build trees and a hundred years to cultivate people, teaching and educating people must be rewarded for a long time. When I go out for a long trip, I will leave a talisman avatar in the village school, and I will definitely open a library and teach careers. It won't give up halfway."
Song He stopped, straightened his clothes, stood sideways, and bowed his thanks to Chen Ping'an.
Chen Ping'an had to stand opposite him and return the salute.
Another good meal tonight.
Everyone had drank the wine and had enough to eat. They went back to their respective houses. Chen Lingjun and his good brother Chen Zhuoliu went out for a walk. Everyone made an appointment for breakfast tomorrow.
Those who accompanied Chen Xianjun to drink, what else could be done, all said.
Chen Lingjun hasn't shaken his arms like this for a long time and has been drinking and bragging.
Luopao Mountain is like a temporary hilltop. Chen Lingjun is the host and is responsible for hospitality. In addition to his close friend Chen Zhuoliu, there are several new friends who have just met.
The old immortal Jing Hao, the sword repairer Bai Deng, the ghost Yinlu, and the direct disciple of Jing Hao, Jade Pujing, whose name is Gao Geng, is relatively late at night.
Fortunately, there are a lot of empty houses in Ji Sefeng. This is thanks to Chief Zhou's great spending, not treating immortal money as money. To say that Chief Zhou's money alone is not enough, and the old cook is a top spender. The money man, the civil engineering in the mountains, are all handmade by the old cooks, making the mansions on the mountain each have their own characteristics, and they are used to entertain the monks on the mountain.
Every time they drank, Chen Lingjun and Chen Zhuoliu would often take a walk all the way to Jiling Peak Patriarch's Hall and then go back.
In any case, it was true that they fell in love with those new friends, and it was very easy to chat, but Chen Lingjun and Chen Zhuoliu were friends through adversity, brothers who had passed away, and they really got to know each other.
Walking on the mountain road, Chen Lingjun rubbed his hands together, a little embarrassed.
After Chen Qingliu put his hands together, he smiled and said, "Is there something to discuss? Just can't speak?"
Chen Lingjun said: "My mountain master accidentally told me about it. It seems that Wei Shanjun admires Mr. Xin very much and wants to ask for two copybooks. Good things come in pairs."
In fact, until now, Chen Qingliu didn't mention it, and Chen Ping'an didn't mention it, so Chen Lingjun didn't know the origin of Mr. Xin, and he didn't bother to ask about it. As long as he believed that he was a friend of Chen Zhuoliu, it would be meaningless to ask questions. , Do you know that the other party is a person who lives on a certain big mountain, so he should be more attentive to toast at the table, and if he has no background, he must be neglected? There is no such reason to meet at a wine table by fate.
Chen Qingliu glanced at the boy in Tsing Yi and said with a smile: "A hundred Jingqings together are not as good as Chen Ping'an alone. What good things come in pairs, he clearly wants two pictures, and he secretly withholds another one. Afterwards, Wei Bo will be grateful to Chen Ping'an."
If I remember correctly, on Zhu Lian's side, Chen Ping'an had already deceived a copybook, and good things come in pairs, but he was right.
"Don't talk nonsense. Asking for a copybook is my own idea. It has nothing to do with the master. The master just mentioned it casually, and I remembered it."
Chen Lingjun complained: "Besides, what's wrong with this? Brother, don't be so rude, just say whether to help or not. You talk a lot."
You have to be heart-to-heart. I treat all your friends as my own. How could you hide my master from behind?
For so many years, in Luopao Mountain, Chen Lingjun admitted that he had not made any contribution, and felt very uncomfortable.
What's more, Wei Bo is stingy on his side, stingy is stingy, but the relationship between Wei Shanjun and the master is really good, just talking about Niujiaodu, it is Pi Yunshan and Da Li Song's matchmaking. There is a share, this love, Chen Lingjun feels that he is in his heart, thinking about it, and can't take it lightly. When he thinks of Piyun Mountain in Beiyue, he will think of Yeyou Banquet, and he will have the nickname that moves the world, Wei Yeyou, and Chen Lingjun couldn't help laughing.
Chen Qingliu nodded and said, "It's not a big deal."
If someone else went to ask for a copybook, Xin Jian would not answer. It's just that he opened his mouth and said two words. It's not difficult for a bunch of things, and it's not the kind of work that pays and sings. Every word must be full of energy.
Chen Lingjun was not polite, and said: "Then it's on you, let's say it, this time is not bragging about the wine table, don't let my pigeons go, when the time comes, I will scold people. Come on, don't be vague."
Chen Qingliu asked with a smile, "Since you have asked for help, why not ask for more pictures?"
Chen Lingjun raised his head and asked, "Is it really possible? Isn't it difficult?"
Chen Qingliu nodded.
Chen Lingjun rubbed his chin, shook his head and said, "Forget it, two copybooks are enough, and if you want more, it's not very particular about it. The old cook is right, asking the calligrapher for words should be less and more refined. many."
Chen Qingliu smiled and said, "Zhu Lian is a rare and wonderful person."
Chen Lingjun laughed and said, "No matter how complicated the knowledge of the old cook is, he is still an old bachelor."
Chen Lingjun took out two jugs of wine from his sleeves and handed Chen Qingliu a jug. Naturally, he didn't know, how rare it was for the extremely arrogant Chen Qingliu to make such an evaluation.
Chen Qingliu took the wine jug, lifted the mud seal, shook it a few times, and the aroma of the wine filled the air. Looking at the moonlit mountain scenery, he sighed sincerely, "The moonlight on this mountain is charming, and it is the most attractive to people's hearts."
Chen Lingjun took a sip of wine and said, "Sometimes, I think that you are talking like Brother Jia. There are always a few good words, such as two days inside and outside the wine glass. Another example is that you can't compete for the first place outside the wine table, so you have to drink. Can't we fight for the table?"
Chen Qingliu said with a smile: "I often hear you talk about this Jia Sheng, I have a chance to meet him."
Chen Lingjun said: "It's a small matter. If one day, our brothers are all together and drinking at the same table, it will be happy."
A wine table, together with himself, the old Taoist Jia Sheng, the driver in vain, and the scholar Chen Zhuoliu.
Chen Qingliu said: "There may be a friend of Xin Ji'an who will come to Aquarius in the near future. If Xin Ji'an is still in Luopao Mountain at that time, the other party may visit the mountain."
Chen Lingjun patted his chest, "It's not a big deal, it's on me."
Chen Qingliu said with a smile: "The origin is not small, and the temper is very big, you take it easy."
Chen Lingjun walked with the wind, hehe smiled, in his own Luopao Mountain, in this Beiyue realm, what kind of strange person has he not seen in these years? Have you ever been cowardly?
Don't talk about those three anymore, anyway, if you want to talk, you can't open your mouth, then just say Bai Yujing is instructing Lu Chen, so what, I've met him several times, when is it that I'm not arrogant, neither humble nor arrogant? Lu Chen is a disciple of Daozu, and his origins are large enough.
Chen Qingliu smiled. Xin Ji'an's friend, in terms of seniority, is the same as Lu Chen on the mountain. This person is the proud disciple of the most holy master, and he can add the suffix "one" or not.
Bai Deng, who only walked out of the Dragon Palace ruins a few days ago, is quite familiar with the deputy city owner of Xianzhu City with the Taoist name Yinlu. They are both dumb and can't say how hard it is to eat Huanglian. I really don't dare to say it, I feel In addition to drinking, every day is to prepare for the next drink.
Bai Deng originally wanted to learn more about the vast world today, especially the customs of Aquarius, through this drinking friend, but as soon as he asked, he was blinded, and Yinlu also thought and felt the same way.
Bai Deng and Yinlu don't really have a good relationship. It's just that in the mountains, they have to find a chat to relieve their boredom, otherwise it will be too embarrassing.
Jing Hao and his direct disciple Gao Geng lived in a house. Tonight, they were together under the eaves, sitting leisurely on the moonlit night. Gao Geng carefully asked, "Master, are we spending so much time?"
It doesn't seem to be a problem to always accompany Chen Xianjun to drink like this.
Qinggongshan is not a small sect, with a lot of business, many of the schedules set by the council at the end of last year have long been full.
The master is okay, I can still chat a few words at the wine table here, but unfortunately, Gao Geng, who is also a hero on the Liuxiazhou Mountain, is always to accompany the last seat, don't say every word, just every word. must be considered carefully. Now Gao Geng only feels that after he goes down the mountain and returns to his hometown, he may not want to drink for a few years.
There are too many oddities here.
The gatekeeper at the foot of the mountain is a fake Taoist who likes to read illegitimate and forbidden books. The man who often carries the burden of wine to the house seems to be a pure martial artist with a very impressive martial arts level, and he seems to be a native of Lizhu Cave, the incumbent janitor of Luopao Mountain.
There was a female martial artist named Cen who practiced boxing and walking on the mountain road every day. Even if she saw a young hidden officer, she never greeted her.
The little water monster that patrols the mountain twice every morning and evening is actually the right protector of Luopao Mountain, and a mountain protector of the Shangzong worships it.
And that young man with a yellow hat and blue shoes and a gentle smile often accompanies the little girl in black. The master said that this amiable Mr. Mo must be an Ascension Realm Sword Immortal, there is no doubt about it.
There is also a girl named Jianxiu with a green inkstone hanging around her waist. She is said to be the direct disciple of a young hidden official. She is followed by two "helping dog legs", one is a "sable-cap girl" who makes the master jealous. , and there was a boy with white hair who met Gao Geng on the road and liked to laugh at him deliberately.
For such a sect, Gao Geng couldn't understand it, and it was even more difficult to follow the local customs.
Jing Hao and this incompetent direct disciple sat on a bamboo chair said to have been woven by Zhu Lian, the great butler of Luopao Mountain.
Listening to this nonsense of the disciple, Jing Hao, who was in a good mood, suddenly had a gloomy face, and when he noticed the change in Master's breath, Gao Geng immediately shut up.
Why is Jing Hao willing to waste time here? For Chen Xianjun, who is "extrajudicial" to Qinggong Mountain, Jing Hao has long made a decision, so he must keep it at a distance. Toast with the "brother and brother" who are both surnamed Chen, I can't wait to put the wine bowl under the table, it can't be lower. As a matter of fact, the boy in Tsing Yi was completely confused. As a result, it blocked Chen Xianjun's eyes and warned Jing Hao with his heart, why don't you lie on the ground and make a toast...
After a long silence, Jing Hao said, "What is Chen Xianjun going down the mountain, you can follow me to say goodbye to Chen Yinguan."
Gao Geng nodded. There was a sentence that was really unpleasant, and he said in his heart: "Master, this fellow Daoist Jing Qing is very courageous and a hero."
After a rough calculation, the blue-clothed child of the Nascent Soul Realm Water Flood Dragon patted Chen Xianjun on the shoulder no less than thirty times, bent his fingers, and sighed, and he really dared to bounce it on Chen Xianjun's forehead.
Jing Hao looked complicated, "Each has its own destiny, so I can't be envious."
Tsing Yi Xiaotong and Brother Huan returned from Jiling Peak to Jise Peak. After they separated, they threw their sleeves and burped wine. They passed by and saw that the courtyard door was not closed. Man, look so pathetic.
Chen Lingjun swayed to Zhu Lian's side, sat on the bamboo chair beside him, shook his shoulders, and "walked" to Zhu Lian's side with the chair, deliberately opened his mouth, and spit at the old cook, "Old cook, well, It's been a long night, I can't sleep, ha, miss a girl?"
Zhu Lian lay still, just using the fan to disperse the alcohol, "Going for a walk with Chen Zhuoliu again?"
Chen Lingjun was still talking to himself over there, "Old cook, I'm not telling you, there are some things, we men have to accept our fate when they are getting old, Brother Dafeng may be able to deceive a little bit. Daughter-in-law goes home. Well, she doesn't pay much attention to her appearance anyway. Brother Dafeng is a little bit better. They always say that they are just a girl. They don't have any requirements. , the bed is walking."
Zhu Lian shook the fan gently, smiled and said, "Is there anything more demanding than not asking, Brother Dafeng is in high spirits."
He is also a good drinker. He usually sees the world with drunken eyes and hazy eyes. Zheng Dafeng is cold-eyed and warm-hearted. Some people are purely greedy for cups.
As for Chen Lingjun, it probably belongs to the third category.
Just don't reason with this Uncle Chen, it's not about the left ear going in and the right ear going out, it's nothing but brains.
Zhu Lian asked, "Have you been drinking enough these days?"
Chen Lingjun shook his head, "It's not fun, but it's not fun. If you drink too much, you should vomit. After you've vomited, drink again. Be happy."
I met Chen Zhuoliu after a long absence. The two brothers are both open and bright people. Chen Zhuoliu didn't hide it. He said that his cross-continental travel was just a tour of the mountains and water, and he didn't encounter any difficulties. .
Chen Lingjun was relieved when he heard such a small matter of sesame and mung beans, and was happy for his good brother. As the old cook said, if there is nothing today, it is a good thing.
At the same time, I have a little regret, I have eighteen martial arts, but unfortunately the hero has no place to use it, I really want to put it into trouble, no matter what, I have to help my brother to breathe a sigh of relief.
That stupid girl from Nuanshu has been doing well these past few days, serving tea and water, stir-frying snacks, bringing vegetables and fruits... well organized and unambiguous.
After going back and forth, she also became familiar with Chen Lingjun's friends. Chen Zhuoliu asked her a question before, listening to your mountain master saying that you have not yet established a golden elixir. But what's the difficulty?
Chen Nuanshu just smiled and shook his head.
When the girl in the pink skirt left the house, Chen Qingliu asked the boy in Tsing Yi again, if she is not in a hurry, you are not in a hurry?
Chen Lingjun laughed, hahaha, haha, ha.
The boy in Tsing Yi smiled and then stopped talking, scratching his head.
Chen Qingliu smiled and said that the little girl was from Wen Yun Huo Python, and it was not easy to succeed in walking.
Chen Lingjun was a little strange at the time that his master even told his brother this kind of thing.
After thinking about it, Chen Lingjun finally came up with an answer, thinking that the master was on his friend's side, deliberately giving himself face? In addition, both of them are scholars, and they feel the same way as Chen Zhuoliu, but they don't see the outside world?
If the master is present, can't I mention three first?
Chen Zhuoliu finally asked Chen Lingjun, if Chen Nuanshu goes to the hydration Jiao someday in the future, does he need his help to protect the little girl.
As for the reason, it is very turbid. It is said that everyone is surnamed Chen anyway, and it is fate, not to mention that the food and wine these days cannot be eaten for nothing.
Chen Lingjun was immediately amused. Originally, he was standing on the bench and laughing, but his stomach hurt from laughing. He was lying on the table, beating on the table with one hand, and pointing at the good buddy with one hand.
Then Chen Lingjun started toasting Jing Lao Shenxian, Bai Jianxian and the others in turn, leaving Chen Qingliu to the side.
But I don't know that those who were toasted, one was trembling, with an embarrassed smile, carefully looking at Chen Xianjun's face, one who could go to see his ancestors at any time, his teeth were trembling, and he didn't dare to look at the dragon slayer. Such a pair of brothers and sisters at the wine table are indeed suffering. Daoist Jingqing, they are all friends, so why are you pitting us?
"Brother Jingqing, is there anyone you are afraid of, do you need brother... help, this, eh?"
While speaking, Chen Qingliu raised his palm and made a gesture of raising his hand and dropping the knife.
Chen Lingjun likes Chen Zhuoliu the most, he doesn't know who he is when he gets to the wine table, and he has the same virtue as himself.
If you really have to worry about it, in the master's hometown, who is not afraid? Over the years, Chen Lingjun seems to have suffered losses because of his "speaking honestly".
Now every meal is a memory of bitterness and sweetness.
Chen Qingliu smiled playfully, "Then say a name and a Taoist name, but who are you more afraid of?"
Chen Lingjun subconsciously looked at Jing Hao, a great Ascension Realm cultivator. Of course, he was not afraid of his drinking friend Jing Hao, but because he was afraid of these old gods who liked to pretend to be "passers-by" when they were full.
It was only said that the blacksmith Ruan, who was the last sage in the blacksmith shop in the small town, looked like a peasant man, so Chen Lingjun was blunt and made a misunderstanding.
Jing Hao was taken aback.
Fellow Daoist Jingqing, what the are you staring at me for? !
Chen Lingjun's face was full of resentment, but when he thought of a certain person, he was not the one he was most afraid of.
Chen Lingjun shivered, and hurriedly drank to suppress his shock.
Afraid, why not be afraid.
After walking away, especially when I heard that the other party showed up at the meeting at the Confucian Temple in China, Chen Lingjun had a big headache, and now he has been worrying about something.
Just relying on your own aptitude for cultivation and diligence, don't you turn into that real dragon by accident, and then you won't be able to find the dragon slayer?
It's just this kind of thing, it's a bit embarrassing to say it. He has a thin skin and is too embarrassed to talk to the master about it.
No matter how old-fashioned the rivers and lakes are, and no matter how smart he is in dealing with the world, he can't bear the great power of the Dragon Slaying Battle 3,000 years ago.
Therefore, the first page of the collection of passers-by carefully compiled by Chen Lingjun is empty.
I didn't even dare to write that person's name.
Then I simply used paste to glue the page to the cover.
It seems that in this way, there is no need to pass by the legendary dragon slayer.
At the wine table at that time, the boy in Tsing Yi taught the poor scholar Chen Zhuoliu in turn, don't think that you have learned some fairy tricks on the mountain, and you always shout about fighting and killing. The rivers and lakes are not so mixed up. Be kind to others, be a person and stay in the front line to meet you in the future, do you know, do you know?
Chen Lingjun was complacent, "Old cook, I have talked to my good brother, and I will ask him to ask Mr. Xin to write two copybooks for help. One is left by me and I will give it to you. In this way, I will not waste your favor. The other picture, let the master pass it on to Wei Bo, hehe, I will agree with the master in advance, not to mention my credit, Wei Bo is hypocritical, good-natured, I know that it is my help, it is estimated that it will be in the stomach I muttered, even if he got a baby, it wouldn't be so happy."
Zhu Lian smiled and said, "You don't keep your name for good deeds."
Chen Lingjun crossed his arms around his chest and raised his eyebrows, "I learned it from the master."
Zhu Lian said, "Wei Bo will be overjoyed when he receives this gift, even if he knows it's your help."
Chen Lingjun was busy with his own happiness, so he didn't chew out the meaning behind Zhu Lian's words.
Zhu Lian knew that there were only a handful of people Wei Bo admired in his life. In addition to the swordsman A Liang, who was born in the Yasheng Mansion, there was also Mr. Long Xin, who was temporarily absent from the mountains and went out to travel. The proud disciple of "Be braver than me", as one of the first group of ancient "scholars" who followed the most holy master, this person once left to future generations a eloquent saying that seems like a thousand-year-old saying, "When a gentleman dies, his crown is inevitable. ."
Chen Lingjun lowered his voice and said: "Old cook, if you want to tell the truth about your personal experience, it's not good for you, but the big truth in your mouth is always a set of sets. She won't leave if she stays, what's the matter, but don't look at my master? If that's the case, I'm not used to her. Everything is easy to say, but this is the only thing that can't be confused. "
Zhu Lian said: "Don't think too much, it has nothing to do with love between men and women, just a person who really wants to make money, suddenly entered the golden mountain and silver mountain, dazzled, always want to hug more and go home."
Chen Lingjun wondered: "What do you mean, let's make it clearer."
Zhu Lian explained patiently: "Gao Jun is now the number one person in the blessed land, although it is true that the situation is not true, but in the lotus root blessed land, after all, she is the one who holds the bull's ear on the mountain. The further back she goes, the higher she is , the more prestige she has, plus she has the kind of idea of ​​seeking political affairs in her position, she will worry that her virtue is not suitable, so when she comes here, she is like a frog watching the sea, seeing everything is new. She just wanted to learn more about the rules, so she would make plans early after she went back, gather as many forces on the mountain as possible, twist the hearts of Qi practitioners into a rope, and finally win more for the blessed land on the Luo Po Mountain side. The . . . freedom. The heart is good."
If there is no accident, Gao Jun returns to the blessed land, and the son will follow her to participate in a "mountain" discussion, and first give the rules and regulations of a world.
Xiao Mo will definitely follow. Xie Gou heard that there was such a stubble before, so she was eager to try it. The reason is very good. I must not support the mountain owner.
"Understandably, Sect Leader Gao really has a heart."
Chen Lingjun snorted and asked again: "What about Zhong Qian, I heard that he is the first golden-bodied martial artist in our Lotus Root Blessed Land. If you don't ask the mountain master to be beaten, you don't have to ask for advice from your fellow villager? "
If it is said that Gao Jun, the head of the Hushan Sect of Songlai Kingdom, is the first golden elixir immortal in the orthodox sense of blessed land, and has his own "God's will" protection, then the first golden elixir realm martial artist Zhong Qian is invisible. There is Wu Yun in the middle, and Gao Jun, both of them are lucky people favored by God.
It's just that Zhong Qian arrived at Luopao Mountain, which was the opposite of Gao Jun. Usually, he didn't bother to show his face. It was said that he dipped in sauce and gnawed green onions every day, and only knew how to drink alone.
Zhu Lian shook his head and said, "He doesn't dare to come, even if he does, he really won't dare to come in the future."
In the past, the four people in the picture scroll of Lotus Flower Blessed Land were all the first people in the world in their respective eras. Generally speaking, they are the kind of masters who are kind on the surface, but look down on the other three in their hearts. verb: move.
Generally speaking, if the Qi practitioners on the mountain are old and have a long Taoist age, they may have an innate advantage, and the young people behind them are relatively difficult to stand out and emerge.
But pure martial arts, Zhu Lian felt that one mountain had to be higher than the other. Martial arts together, there is absolutely no need to thicken the past and thin the present.
Just like Haoran World, the first person at the top of martial arts, there is Zhang Tiaoxia first, then Pei Cup. Now there are Cao Ci and his own mountain master.
Chen Lingjun clicked his tongue. The old cook is strong, he can say such big words without drinking.
Zhu Lian said, "In the words of Brother Dafeng, even someone like Zhong Qian who doesn't seek to make progress, why can't he have a drink with Jing Qing?"
Zheng Dafeng really felt that Zhong Qian's boxing was not strong enough, and Zhu Lian also felt that Zhong Qian wasn't cruel enough to herself. With today's martial arts achievements, she was just stepping on the skin of a watermelon.
Chen Lingjun was not happy when he heard it, "Old cook, what you said is hurting friendship."
Zhu Lian asked, "What Zheng Dafeng said, is it my fault?"
Chen Lingjun grinned and said, "How do I know if you are framing the blame and provoking my brotherhood with Brother Dafeng."
Zhu Lian raised his head and looked out of the courtyard.
The blue-shirted Chen Ping'an waved at him, indicating that the old cook didn't need to get up.
Chen Lingjun got up quickly and went to take credit.
Zhu Lian reminded with a smile, "Don't pat on the shoulder casually this time."
Chen Lingjun trotted to the courtyard gate, turned around and asked curiously, "What do you mean?"
Zhu Lian lay back on the rattan chair, shook the fan, and said lazily, "Forget it, just be happy."
Zhu Lian may be able to teach Chen Lingjun ninety-eight principles on one hundred things, but only in the two matters of making friends and entertaining guests.
At the gate of the mountain.
The Taoist priest Xianwei was awakened by the thunderous snoring of Zheng Dafeng next door, and when he was no longer sleepy, he simply moved a chair and sat under the archway of the mountain gate, reading through the book under the moonlight.
Millet slept late today, and went out to play when he had nothing to do. If he didn't pay attention, he could see Pei Qian coming home.
Anyway, it wasn't a mountain patrol, so the little girl in black didn't bring a golden pole or a green bamboo stick. She just carried a cotton satchel and jumped to the side of the mountain road. Suddenly, she saw the figure at the foot of the mountain. At the gate of the mountain, after finishing the work, he raised his hands and sank into his dantian, smiled and called out to the Daoist Master Xianwei.
Xianwei agreed, rolled up the book and put it in his sleeve with lightning speed, and then took out a volume of sage books from the other sleeve.
Only then did Xianwei turn his head, and the grains of millet flew all the way down the mountain, and Xianwei wanted to get up and move a bench from the table.
Millet grains squatted aside, waved repeatedly and said no, just squatting.
The little girl asked, will it not delay the reading of the book by Daoist Xianwei?
Xian Wei smiled and said how is that possible.
Zhu Lian and Mi Dajianxian, especially the old cook, still don't know anything, because in the early years, a certain "absolute" between the two sides about some beautiful women on the street and girls in embroidered buildings was relayed to the home by Xiaoli a while ago. The good man of the mountain master, only then did they meet in the capital of Nanyuan to ask each other about boxing.
You are more eloquent than each other, you dare to speak out on the millet side, so you are not afraid to teach my millet a bad thing, right?
Therefore, in Qingping Sword Sect, Mi Da Jianxian always felt that the hidden officer saw him, and he often sneered on his face. Mi Yu was a little confused at that time, and he didn't know what he did wrong again. It's just that Mi Dajianxian didn't bother to look into this. Anyway, he didn't have much to do, so he just thought it was a dead pig, not afraid of being scalded by boiling water. Whether it's in the Chunfanzhai account or in the summer palace, he is the most idle. ? What's more, he was ridiculed by those young swordsmen as "Half the credit goes to Mi Yu". As for who spoke first, Dong Bu, Lin Junbi, or Gu Changlong's fair words were all arbitrary.
Millet grain asked in a low voice: "Xianwei Daoist, can't sleep, are you missing your hometown?"
"" The book says, don't forget your hometown, benevolence. Do not love the homeland, Da also. ""
Xianwei rolled up the books that were supposed to be pretentious, thought for a while, and smiled: "So according to this principle, it is normal for a wandering child to miss his hometown, but he is just discussing life outside, and he also needs to be open-minded."
Millet nodded, clapping vigorously but silently, "It makes sense, Daoist Xianwei's words speak to my heart. Ha, such a good reason, I want to close the door and get along with it, but I can't. Let it sneak away."
Xianwei snorted and tapped the palm of his hand with the scroll, "The truth of millet grains seems to be better said, learned and learned."
Seeing that Daoist Xianwei was in a good mood, Xiaomi Li scratched his face and asked, "Daoist Xianwei, can you pull the erhu? It sounds so good, I always think that when there are many people during the day, I'm too embarrassed to speak. ."
Xianwei nodded with a smile, and immediately got up, "Wait a moment, I'll go get the erhu."
Some people cheer, why not.
In their own Luopao Mountain, who doesn't like millet grains?
In the past years of wandering around the world alone, forced to make a living, Xianwei, who pretended to be a Taoist priest and whose real name was Nianjing, actually learned some craftsmanship and made money by playing chess with others, just one of them.
Erhu will be pulled very early, but when we got to Luopao Mountain, the Taoist Xianwei didn't think about it, and he didn't have the chance to resume his old business. It was just that he was in Zhu Lian's courtyard and listened to the old cook sitting on the bench to pull it. Once, Xianwei was so fascinated by it that he was astonished, so he consulted with Zhu Lian humbly a few times, and Zhu Lian gave the erhu to Xianwei. In fact, the multi-talented old cook, not to mention the erhu, is the one-handed pipa that is mostly played by women. Zhu Lian can play it amazingly, especially with the soft and glutinous Pingtan women's opera. Do the best of love between men and women.
It's a pity that it is said that Zhu Lian has his own particular attention, often only when Xiao Mi and Chen Nuanshu are present, there are no outsiders, and the two little girls open their mouths and want to listen, and he will play with them, which he says is not worth mentioning. Bug carving tricks.
Xianwei always felt that if Mr. Zhu was a little better when he was young, he didn't need to be handsome.
Once overheard a conversation, Fellow Daoist Jingqing asked Zhu Lian, "Old cook, is there anything you can't do?"
In fact, many people have long wanted to ask this question.
Zhu Lian laughed and scolded, "Bullshit, of course."
Chen Lingjun looked incredulous, "For example?"
The old man smiled and said, "Have a child."
On the moonlit night, the Taoist priest Xianwei hurried back to the house to fetch the erhu and sat on the bamboo chair. Xianwei coughed a few times, moistened his throat, and lowered his head to adjust the strings a few times.
The Taoist priest plucks the strings and sings quietly, and the Taoist priest sings more and more quietly.
When Xianwei closed his eyes, raised his head slightly, smiled, and sang the phrase "I would like to turn my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon only shines on the ditch" in an old-fashioned opera.
Even if Xiaomi Mi Li has heard it a few times, he still thinks that the Daoist Immortal Captain at this moment can sing well... it's beautiful.
Regarding this statement, Pei Qian joked about millet grains before, but only the old cook said that her teaching method was very knowledgeable.
On the other side of the mountain road, the boy in Tsing Yi raised his arm and shouted loudly, and Chen Ping'an knocked down a chestnut.
Xianwei quickly stopped pulling the erhu, embarrassed. Millet turned her head, put her finger to her mouth, and motioned Jing Qing not to disturb Xianwei Daoist.
Chen Ping'an just chatted with Xianwei at the door, glanced at the direction of the town, and quickly returned to the mountain with Chen Lingjun.
On the mountain, just now, Xiaomo has taken Xie Gou to the worshipping sword platform.
Xiao Mo gave a reason, and there was no hiding. Although Xie Gou was reluctant, he just thought that the leader of the Guo alliance was there, so he pinched his nose and went to the worshipping station.
On the way to Yufeng, she was still complaining about the mountain owner who made a big fuss. She didn't know her friendship in a certain old yellow calendar. She had a good relationship with two of the upcoming guests.
Xiao Mo, however, knew her to the bottom of his heart, and debunked Xie Gou's open-mouthed lie on the spot, and said with a smile, "Hello?" There is no problem with the old word, but it is really not good. Back then, when you were murderous and asked those two scholars about the sword, how good your relationship was.
As long as Xiao Mo is with him, he doesn't care about Chen Ping'an.
Xie Gou held the mink hat with both hands, he had nothing to say, Xiao Mo, do you have anyone you are afraid of?
Xiao Mo doesn't say much, but the little master can definitely count as one.
In those ancient days, Jianxiu Xiaomo and Bai Jing were both extremely famous masters who were not afraid of trouble. Fewer friends, more feuds.
Xie Gou had a bitter face, a little aggrieved, and said that I can't beat Li Sheng, and I can't find this place.
Xiao Mo smiled and said that there is no need to find this kind of place.
Xie Gou said that next time I go to Lotus Root Blessed Land, I will accompany me.
Xiao Mo hesitated for a moment, and said that I would say hello to the son.
Xie Gou jumped on the sea of ​​clouds, his mink hat was shaking, and his coat was fluttering.
Xiao Mo walked with her with a smile, but the childish behavior of the sable-cap girl, Xiao Mo naturally couldn't do it, she just followed and watched.
On the border of Suian County, Yanzhou Prefecture, on the banks of the Ximei River, Yuan Tianfeng, a white-robed superintendent of Da Li Qintian, was walking with a senior on the mountain whose surname was Liu Mingyu, whose name was Zijun and Jujun.
The latter has a youthful appearance, and his body is full of rich bookishness, even if he is deliberately restrained, he cannot hide it. Therefore, he had to use a magical method that isolated the heaven and the earth, but did not prevent the two places of "well water and river water" from connecting with each other.
This kind of situation is a bit similar to going out to sea to visit immortals.
When Liu Feng was walking, he was habitually hunched and could not straighten his waist.
In the eyes of the common people in the market, it may be a good-looking young man. How can he be hunchbacked at a young age.
Yuan Tianfeng had read Fengshui Kanyu before, and suggested that a local sage who was born in a scholarly family should build Kuixing Pavilion to gather purple energy, and finally left three prophecies, "The second in the list is the pioneer, and the champion will follow." "One If you get two ranks, you will get three yuan per hundred miles." "Zi Qi comes from the east, and Kui Xing radiates everywhere."
From the beginning to the end, Liu Bing just smiled and stood by without saying a word.
Yuan Tianfeng asked, "Mr. Zijun, do you think it's a little inappropriate for me and Daozu to borrow Zi Qi with words?"
Liu Bing smiled and shook his head, "There's nothing wrong with it, it's fine, Mr. Yuan is an expert."
Yuan Tianfeng reluctantly said: "It's okay for others to say that I am an expert. When you say this, you always feel that you are ridiculing the juniors for their poor academic skills."
Liu Yan said, "That's because Mr. Yuan thinks too much."
Yuan Tianfeng changed the subject, "Why do you like to call yourself a barnyard officer?"
Liu Yan replied: "The knowledge that is abandoned and not used, the more difficult it is to enter the hall of elegance, and the time is also fate."
Yuan Tianfeng said: "Since the ancient times, the students of later generations should not have gone to extremes like this."
Liu Bing smiled and said: "The praise I had in the past, I was not blessed at the time. The infamy of later generations, I can't afford it. The consequences are what I look like now."
As small as a country's official language, as large as a continent's elegant language, in fact, the Confucian Temple has once, and the only time, promulgated the world, a general year name for the vast and nine continents, the first year.
Yuan Tianfeng sighed, there is a question, he is too curious to know, but it is not appropriate to ask.
Legend has it that when the Haoran world was first settled, there were people who fought against the most holy master in court, the two did not agree with each other, and the Tao was different and did not conspire with each other.
As if guessing Yuan Tianfeng's thoughts, Liu Yan said, "I am not that person, so I won't delay your meeting."
Yuan Tianfeng asked a slightly less taboo question, "Did Mr. Zijun ever stay in Lizhu Cave for some time?"
Liu Yan nodded and said, "At the invitation of Qingtong Tianjun, there was such a spectacle and... it can be regarded as a kind of protector, but it's not too long, and I'll leave soon."
Yuan Tianfeng sighed, and when he got this definite answer, it made sense for some of the joints that had been puzzling before.
"It's nothing. Over the past ten thousand years, with several different identities, I have traveled a lot. The years in Lizhu Cave were just a flick of a finger."
Liu Yan said with a smile: "Master Lu's Destiny Chapter", there was the beginning of the stinging insect, and I was shocked by the thunder. People of my generation who love wine, drink mellow like a stinger Su. Let's go, find a small restaurant for supper Let's go to the stall and have a drink."
A group of people quietly came to Huaihuang County in the dark.
Divided into two groups, Xin Ji'an took his friends to see the lock dragon well, then came to an alley, and said with a smile, "Brother Duanzheng, this is Riding Dragon Alley."
A burly man called "righteous" by Xin Ji'an, with an iron sword hanging from his waist. Although he is wearing a Confucian shirt, he is more like a jerk.
This person is the scholar at the Zhongtu Confucian Temple, who arranged for him to be the abbot of Beiyue Mountain for the ceremony.
The other three scholars of the same seniority stopped at the place commonly known as the Crab Square by the people of the small town.
One of them is from outside. He once met the last hidden official of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and he was the accountant who was in charge of the money bag among the scholars in the early years.
It is extremely wealthy and wise, so among the ancient scholars, it is an outlier.
There were two beside him, one of them looked dull, with a water ladle hanging from his waist. The other person, walking along the way, hardly spoke.
The scholar with the water scoop hanging on his waist sighed softly, "I have more than my heart but not enough strength. If Duan Zheng was not in the wilderness, he would definitely come here and help Qi Jingchun."
Another scholar looked up at one of the plaques and said, "I will do my part, but that's all. Seeking benevolence, benevolence, and a scholar's background."
Then he glanced at the sky and muttered to himself, there was a three feet above his head.
Unless you don't say anything, you have to be right.
The three of them just walked past Xinghua Alley and Mud Bottle Alley one by one.
What he saw and heard was different from the other two brothers, except that he saw some past deeds of the silly boy, the straw-shoe boy and the slug, all of which were related to the word "filial piety".
I also heard a certain murmur from Sword Immortal Cao Xi in the ancestral house.
He turned his head to look at the accountant and said with a smile: "You are different from us. You are in the Qingming world. After staying for so long, can you gain anything?"
The accountant said with a smile: "After all, you are bound."
In addition to being good at managing money, you need to know that this person can also be regarded as the world's first-class vertical and horizontal family.
"When are we going to Luopo Mountain?"
The accountant asked himself and answered, "Let's see when Duanzheng will leave. I heard that there are two old friends on the mountain over there, so we would like to persuade us to fight."
In the daytime today, Zheng Dafeng went down the mountain to the town and found the Yang family pharmacy. He didn't know what was on his hair, it was shiny and shiny.
Zheng Dafeng paced into the shop, "Where's that girl Rouge?"
Shi Lingshan, who was looking at the shop, said angrily: "You also know that there are other people from the same family. It took so long to come back to the hometown. Senior sister went out for a long trip."
Zheng Dafeng leaned against the counter, "Does Xiao know when she will be back?"
Shi Lingshan has a stinky face, this titular senior brother has no righteous behavior all day long, and he likes which pot can't be opened without lifting it. "Shake your head in the pot and you can cook, and you don't need to buy half a tael throughout the year. Oil."
This is still a who was born in Taoye Lane, and his words are already so pleasant.
Zheng Dafeng has never seen any strong winds or waves in his life. This kind of strange remark is ticklish, "No matter how big or small, how can you talk to senior brother."
In fact, Zheng Dafeng had already guessed that the junior sister Su Dian was instructed by the master to go to Qingming World to find another senior brother "Xie Xinen".
Zheng Dafeng casually chatted with Shi Lingshan at the pharmacy, walked out the door, put his hand in front of him, and looked up at the sun.
After hesitating for a while, he walked out of the town, passed the stone arch bridge, and came to a small mountain bordering the mountains to the west.
Zheng Dafeng was sitting on the ridge, and behind him was a small grave without a tombstone.
From this side, you can see the Dragon Beard River.
The tomb behind is the sissy potter, who was miserable in his life, as if there was no place to stand, and he didn't occupy much land when he died.
And his niece is Su Dian, nicknamed Rouge.
Zheng Dafeng believed that before Su Dian left Haoran World, he must have come here to talk to his uncle who depended on each other for life.
Zheng Dafeng got up and took out a jug of wine, squatted on the grave, and fell to the ground three times, finishing the jug of wine. He got up again and threw the empty jug far into the river.
Sitting on the ridge again, Zheng Dafeng took a deep breath and shouted in his heart, "Lu Chen, I know you can hear me, come and sit down."
After a while, a young Taoist priest wearing a lotus crown appeared at the foot of the mountain, spread his feet and ran up the mountain, sweating profusely, and sat beside Zheng Dafeng.
Headmaster Lu raised his palm, fanned the wind vigorously, and panted, "I'm exhausted."
Zheng Dafeng extended his thumb to Headmaster Lu.
You can come here in one step, don't you know how to shrink the mountains and rivers to the side of your good buddies?
Lu Chen smiled and asked, "Brother Dafeng, what do you want to give my brother some advice? Well, it's a big thing, my brother has thin arms and legs, maybe he can't bear it..."
Zheng Dafeng said: "It's not a big deal, I just want to see what the girl Rouge said before she left."
Lu Chen sucked in his breath, "I can do this kind of thing, but it's not good?"
Zheng Dafeng stretched out his hand to hold Master Lu's shoulder, and said with a smile: "As expected, we were born after a few days of not seeing each other. Back then, the two of us went to listen to the corner together..."
"Stop, stop, let the past go away with the wind."
Lu Chen flicked Zheng Dafeng's palm, and he didn't move, so he could only say, "Okay, okay, my brother will do all he can, do his best, and shake some means on the mountain."
Zheng Dafeng only then withdrew his hand, and after a while, ripples burst forth, and a young woman sat "not far" from them after hanging the paper on the tomb, with her hands resting on the ridge.
Before Sudian left her hometown, this place was indeed the last scenery she saw in her hometown. After talking to her uncle, she finally hummed an obscure old folk song, even for an old man who was born and raised in a small town. Maybe not even understand.
Kind of like a prayer for rain with the sky.
Facing the king in the west, honoring its rain...
It rains, it rains, and the sun rises...
It must be that sissy named Su Han, who is always humming in a place where there are no outsiders. Su Dian listened to it a lot and learned it.
Lu Chen frowned suddenly, and Zheng Dafeng said in a deep voice, "Lu Chen, I owe you a favor."
Lu Chen sighed and nodded, "Don't say anything unkind, just owe me a jug of wine."
After a while, Su Dian held a heavy treasure, and her figure flashed, and she left Qingming. But in this picture scroll of time, a rickety young man in a Confucian shirt appeared very suddenly. With his hands behind, he slowly went up the mountain and came to Sudian and the tomb. He looked up at the high sun and the clear sky. Wanli said to himself: "I'm tired of walking around with dew, so it's not too late at night, it's said to have more dew. Wouldn't you like to go in the morning and evening, fearing that it's too much to dew. This is a metaphor for walking against the propriety, and there will be humiliation. "
"Headmaster, gatekeeper, right or not?"
In the end, he smiled and waved his hand, "It's raining on the rubber truck, please explain to all the living beings."
There is no need to say much about the knowledge of Zhangjiao Lu. Even Zheng Dafeng, in the Lizhu Cave, where many masters came out, said that he was "Shenhua Neixiu, profound knowledge", it is not too much.
So the content of Su Dian's prayer for rain is not bad, or the words of the strange scholar behind them, both of them can understand.
She used to be a woman and was named Su Han. Isn't it pitiful for the rain master to set fire to it. The rain master prayed for rain, but he still couldn't ask for it.
There are often sufferings in life that make people want to cry but have no tears. Instead, they can only laugh and pretend that it doesn't matter, pretending that it is not easy.
It is such a man who is full of disappointment in the world. At the end of his life, he hopes that the who takes a nap will open his eyes, so that a young man who has no relatives and no reason must be safe and sound, and good people will be rewarded.
After a long silence, Zheng Dafeng and Lu Zhangjiao said three words in unison.
Squatting beside the field ridge, a young Taoist priest wearing a lotus crown, holding his head in his hands, chewing on the grass roots, looking up at the sky, smiling: "This goddess."
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