Chapter 1189: A year's mixed peanut tree

Chapter 1189 Miscellaneous peanut tree in a certain year
On the top of the mountain, Bai Ye and Jun Qian sat for a while and chatted about the three rivers in Hongzhu Town, among which was the Yuye River.
Millet grain has already left, jumping up and down, carrying a golden pole on his shoulders, holding a green bamboo stick, and the beloved cotton bag that is slung across the side, and there are no troops in it for the time being.
Bai has also heard some stories, and said with a smile: "Your junior brother Chen is easy to talk."
Jun Qian explained: "Zhu Lian played a fist in the Yuye River, and the younger brother also went to the water house as a guest. If the Luopo Mountain side is persistent, there will be suspicion of being aggressive."
Bai also smiled.
Jun Qian said: "The most important thing is that the millet grains will feel sorry for themselves. The more Luopushan does, the bigger the slap in the face, the more uproar, the more silent she will be when she is alone in the mountains. She is timid and feels outside The rivers and lakes in my life are a bit dangerous, so I don’t dare to go out, and I’m not too timid, but I just don’t want to go out. There is still a difference in the state of mind. Therefore, the junior brother actually thinks a lot about this matter, and must grasp the proportions. Don't be too wishful thinking. You must know this turmoil, from the very beginning, Xiaomi Mi Li wanted to hide it, pretending that nothing happened, but was accidentally bumped into by Pei Qian. In fact, Xiaomi Mi Li always wanted to say something What, but I was worried that I couldn't say it well, which would make Pei Qian and the others sad, so I had to keep it in my heart."
Bai also nodded, "Yes. It's more difficult to compare one's heart to one's heart."
It can be seen that Bai also said that Chen Ping'an protected her very well, which is not a mistake.
Jun Qian said with a smile: "Afterwards, Zhu Lian gave an analogy to the millet and made a truth in a half-joking tone, so that the millet could completely unravel the knot. It is said that after hearing it, the millet burst into laughter and was happy. I have to roll all over the place, and feel that some of the old cook's words have come to my heart."
Bai Ye asked curiously, "Can this little girl's heart knot be untied?"
Jun Qian nodded, took out a jar of an unknown Xianjia old wine from her sleeve, and said slowly: "Yes. Zhu Lian first told her a story about the landscape of his hometown to describe the storm, saying that there is a A woman from a prominent family was hurt by love, and she caused a heartless man's family to be destroyed, and the man himself had his leg broken. , The woman's eyebrows stood upright, she gritted her teeth, and said that you were just lame and crutches, but I was heartbroken. Who is more pitiful? Millet was worried at first, and asked the old cook if it was true, Zhu Lian said it was made up , Millet is relieved. Then Zhu Lian asked whether Millet was still angry. If he was angry, I would let the water goddess limping to Luopao Mountain to apologize to you. Millet was taken aback and hurriedly let go The old cook swore that he would not do such a bad thing. Then Zhu Liancai asked Xiaoli, if it was this matter, if we kept on holding on to Luopaoshan, in fact, the Right Protector, who had turned the page long ago, would never be in his heart. In the past, but, I didn't dare to say anything, because I was afraid of being misunderstood because I didn't have a conscience, so I didn't dare to say anything at all. Millet nodded vigorously, so Zhu Lian explained to her that the mountain master who returned home made a special trip to Shuifu to fight for you. Beating the water goddess once, it's not as simple as revenge. In addition to helping you ask for the justice that you must have, I also want to let her and the whole water mansion have a long memory, then there will be all the other places like millet grains in the future. People, walking in the boundary of Yuye Jiangshuifu, no matter who they are, whether their status or realm is high or not, they will not be bullied casually by them again, and they will no longer dare to bully others, so it can be said that you have credit for the millet grains. Yes, there is no grievances and hardships in vain. If you don’t take care of yourself this time, there may be a lot of millet grains on the Yuye River in the future, and Shuifu will make mistakes again and again, occasionally kicking an iron plate. Now, they don't think it's something wrong. At most, they just think that the signboard of the water house is not loud enough, and the water goddess's fist is not hard enough. Millet, do you think this is good? Millet said aloud. Is it bad? Zhu Lian smiled and said that son The last time I took you to the Water Mansion as a guest, I had some knowledge. I didn't ask the goddess of water aggressively to ask the teacher for guilt, but I didn't take it lightly. Once I opened it up, the son was like leaving a boot in the Water Mansion. Since it was left behind If the boots are in someone else's house, they will be retrieved one day sooner or later. The Goddess of Water and the Yuye Jiangshuifu have to take it easy. Last time, Shanzhu Chen didn't get into a rage and didn't care too much about Shuifu, so what about the next visit? , will there be a new account and the old account to be calculated together, and the two crimes will be punished? Millet is amazed, the good man is so powerful, the old river, the old river. Finally Zhu Lian smiled and said Millet, you are timid now I don’t dare to hang out in places other than Luopao Mountain. You think that the goddess of water dares to leave the temple and the water house. She is not as brave as a grain of rice. Besides us, I heard that Wei Shanjun is the immediate boss. , seems to have mentioned to her once, so that she doesn't have to think too much, she won't die. Millet, listen to me, do you hide the knife in the smile, murderous, but frighten the goddess of water. If the story only develops here , nothing Well, after Mi Li was happy in Zhu Lian's yard, she got up the courage that day and secretly ran to a small bamboo forest in Piyun Mountain to count the bamboos. As for what Mi Ni talked about with Wei Shanjun, who appeared in a hurry, it seemed like he was hanging on a hook. It has been unchanged for a hundred years, it is a mystery. "
Bai Ye smiled and said, "It's hard for you to say so much in one breath. Now that you have the content, what about the title?"
My good friend Jun Qian is not good at words. In the past, when we traveled together in famous mountains, Jun Qian neither likes to talk about ancient deeds, nor does he want to talk more about context and study.
Jun Qian said: "As long as it is not in the fifteenth realm, it will be blinded by one leaf."
Bai Ye also held the tiger's head cap and sighed, "Fifteen realms."
Jun Qian suddenly smiled and said: "Take you to a village school, you can't eat melon seeds and eat dried fish for nothing, you have to do a little favor for the younger brother."
Then Bai was also shrunk by Jun Qian and dragged to a neat study in a school by the river. Jun Qian began to take out a manuscript and turned to a page skillfully. The landscape story in the book told about a river and lake ranger. They strayed into Xianshan with the giant water monster of Dumb Lake. The outline of the story is that they met three masters with different styles, and they fought a poem and returned with a great victory. Bai also looked around and guessed that this was the place where Chen Shanzhu was the teacher. Jun Qian spread out the pages of the manuscript, telling Bai Ye to stop being stupid and take a closer look.
Bai also walked over to take a look, glanced a few times, and wanted to stay out of the matter, but Jun Qian held down the tiger hat, and said with an angry smile: "I'm not talking about the righteousness of the rivers and lakes, Ma Liu, I'm here to help with ink research, you Don't try to run."
It turns out that in this manuscript, the content of the fighting poems is not too short, but every time the young man surnamed Chen "recites poems", all the content of the poems on the booklet is blank.
However, when the protagonist recites a poem, how do they go from disapproving at first to contempt after "hearing" Chen Shaoxia improvised poems of great prose by the three mountain fairy masters who were born in the mountains but like to be arty. The expression, to the point where they twitched their beards and groaned in silence, and their hearts were shaken, and then to how they couldn't hide their admiration, they were shocked, and finally they were completely convinced and willing to bow down... But they wrote it very carefully, not stingy with words, let Bai Ye and Jun Qian. The book-turner sees the words face to face.
Is this Chen Shanzhu so talented without poetry? More than a dozen poems, and the manuscripts are all empty.
How hard is it to write poetry?
Jun Qian has already started to fetch a piece of inkstone, dripping water and researching ink, Bai also shook his head and said, "It's not a joke when I said not to write poetry."
Jun Qian smiled and said, "Use your old poems."
Bai Ye said helplessly: "It's not that you don't know, most of the poems I've written have been forgotten by myself. What I haven't forgotten, are often compiled into poetry collections by good people and circulated around the world. I copy my own, and Chen Ping'an copy me What's the difference? He might as well copy some obscure poems from a lesser-known poet."
Jun Qian said: "I remember all your abandoned poems. You can copy the content when I say it. As for the title of the poem, you have to make up your own."
Bai also flipped through a few pages of the manuscript, and then turned to the content written in the last new chapter, and found that from the beginning to the end, it was the landscape story of the Jianghu young hero and the dumb lake monster. Occasionally, I learned to write a novel from the deputy head of the Confucian Temple, Han. Bai also remembered that when she was on the top of the mountain before, Xiaomi Li talked about her first time out for a walk, as if she was looking for a passing scholar who owed her a story?
If it wasn't for the face of the millet, Bai would not be willing to do such a thing. What is the difference between wearing two tiger hats on his head?
Bai Ye sat on the chair, took the brush handed over by Jun Qian, thought for a moment, and said, "Remember that trip to Mount Lu, there seem to be two ancient poems and Qijue, and they were well written."
Jun Qian reminded: "You can't come up with the peak of poetry, remember to put away the first few poems, in total these twelve poems, literary skills, must be gradual, especially the finale, must be worthy of The amazement and reputation of the three immortal masters in the book..."
Bai also raised his head, so much nonsense, you write?
Jun Qian smiled and said: "I'm not too small, if I were a junior brother, I would stand here with a blue brick."
Before Bai Ye wrote the pen, he asked, "I owe Chen Ping'an a big favor for this Taoist spectacle. How can it be counted?"
If Chen Ping'an had a plan long ago, but was taken first by an outsider himself, the debt would be even greater.
Jun Qian reported an old poem, and then said: "You are my good friend, and he is my little junior brother, then according to the old rules, I will not favor the two, and you can discuss it yourself."
Just as Bai Ye was about to write, Jun Qian suddenly said, "Senior Brother Cui said back then that you can write cursive script with a decent style. After all, the name of the poem is there, and later generations of calligraphers are willing to tout a few words against their heart. Speaking of the copybook, which is now doubtful whether it is genuine or not, Senior Brother Cui said that he took a piece of charcoal that he picked up from the dustpan between his toes, and he wrote it better than you. But Junior Brother's manuscript has a solid foundation. Hairpin Xiaokai, don't show your timidity, if you really can't, just replace me? If I write small letters, I will definitely be a bit better than you."
Bai will also stop writing, love to write but not to write, not to serve.
Jun Qian sighed following her husband's signature style, "Don't talk, don't talk, you continue to write your ghost talismans."
Bai Ye suddenly asked, "Cui Yuzhen said that?"
Jun Qian nodded and smiled: "Senior brother Cui never speaks loudly. If you don't like listening to it, just hold it back."
Bai also endured it, but in the end, he couldn't hold back, and he choked out a three-character classic.
Jun Qian pushed open the window and glanced at the white eyes. After writing a poem, she wrote another old poem and said with a smile: "There are still three Meng Tong who ran here, and dropped out of school to go to the next village school. Now, it's no wonder that our millet will say something big."
Bai Ye lowered his head to "copy the poem" and asked casually, "How many Mongolian children are there in the village school?"
Jun Qian smiled and said: "It seems that there are only a little over ten people in total. Fortunately, Ning Ji was hired as a student not long ago, otherwise it would be less than the number of hands."
Bai also laughed when he heard the words.
The embarrassing things of my generation of scholars are not enough for outsiders.
In the mountain, the three brothers who originally closed the door and just planned to have a drink, waited until Bai Deng finally knew who the burly man on the top of the mountain was and who the tiger-headed boy was...
This meal, once you drink it, can't stop it.
Now the three of them have really hit it off. They have already recognized sworn brothers, and they are ranked according to their age. They are Bai Deng, Zeng Cuo, and Gao Geng.
Bai Deng talked about the prosperous years of his family three thousand years ago, Yinlu talked about how rich his ancestors were in the wild hometown of Xianzhangcheng, and Gao Geng also talked about the intrigue of Qinggong Mountain, how bright the surface and how aggrieved, said: The position of the next sect master was at your fingertips. At the beginning, the master nodded in agreement, but he was secretly obstructed by the respected senior brothers and beloved senior sisters, preferring to outsiders rather than helping the junior brothers... The brothers all talked about their sorrows, and they were so excited. , Gao Geng asked if he wanted to call Chen Lingjun to have a drink together. The two friends who were drunk at the table suddenly sobered up a little, let Gao Geng restrain, don't be impulsive.
Talking about the change of name to "Zengcuo" and the current "ZiRizhang", both Gao Geng and Bai Deng were amazed and greatly admired. One said that fellow Daoist Yinlu really has real talents and practical learning, and the other said that he is worthy of the way of a gentleman. The secret is in the sun, and the gentleman is deep and humble, and it is difficult to know how to retreat.
Yinlu was annoyed and hesitated, but in the end he didn't tell the truth about the two sworn brothers. He was detained by a young hidden officer and had to write something every day. The latter often came here to check the content and told Yinlu that since Now that you are a half-baked novelist, you should take out the correct attitude of "doing one's work, loving one's work, and becoming a champion in every line of work", and try to write as many articles as possible every day, regardless of the length or length, with the first and foremost sincerity, and every word in every word. Don't make a fool of yourself...
The house of the boy in Tsing Yi and the girl in pink skirt are not far from each other.
Tonight, Chen Lingjun, who had neither drink nor the mind to practice, sat on the steps in a daze, suddenly stood up, sneakily picked up a stone from the courtyard, threw it at another house, and threw it on the roof. Above, the stones tumbled and screeched. Soon the stupid girl's inner voice rebuked, Chen Lingjun, are you bothered? ! Chen Lingjun looked bewildered, and asked in his heart, Nuanshu, what's the matter with you, but I don't want you to misunderstand people like this, the family was burglarized? Nuanshu said angrily that you are so boring, I will tell the mountain master tomorrow! Chen Lingjun was not afraid of anything, but he was only afraid of this complaint, so he could only defend angrily, I was just looking through a book of spiritual books specializing in water law in the courtyard, and when I saw something I knew, I couldn't help but imitate it. She shook her hand at the immature Taoist method... Before Chen Lingjun could finish speaking, the grumpy and stupid girl started to train people again. Edit, you continue to edit it. It is best to compile the name of the Taoist book and the content of the Taoist art together!
Fortunately, Jiang Shangzhen happened to be sitting on the roof of his mansion, and asked with a smile, "Nuanshu, Jingqing, what are you arguing about?"
Nuan Shu and Chief Zhou gave a blessing and went back to the house. Her desk was full of account books that recorded trivial expenses, and she didn't have time to pay attention to Chen Lingjun, the guy who didn't do his job properly.
Chen Lingjun pointed his toes a little and floated towards the roof of Chief Zhou's side. He was a little embarrassed. He lowered his voice and said, "Chief Zhou, the little girl's family is so fierce, how can you marry in the future, right?"
Jiang Shangzhen lay on his back, with a jade porcelain pillow on his head, his hands on his abdomen, and smiled, "I think Nuanshu is not worried about marriage."
Chen Lingjun changed the subject, "Since the long night has been long and unintentional sleep, why did Chief Zhou not drink."
Jiang Shangzhen opened his eyes and looked at the sky, smiled and said, "I was thinking about the high and low mountains, and the clouds hanging over the feet, depending on the situation, there is going to be a torrential rain. Carry a large bucket and a large washbasin in one hand to catch the rain."
Chen Lingjun heard it like a cloud, but he didn't lose, and he started talking nonsense, "This is not easy, if rainwater can be used as money, see if I don't fill the courtyard with pots and pans!"
Jiang Shangzhen said with a smile: "Wei Shanjun still has something. If I am Shanjun, the best name I can think of is probably 'Lingze'."
In fact, in Jiang Shangzhen's opinion, if Pi Yunshan and Wei Bo were to make up his own name "Lingze", this choice is actually quite good, and the short-term benefit is greater than that of "Night Tour", because it is the most suitable for that unseen event in ten thousand years. "Time of the Day". Of course, in the long run, it may be more secure to travel at night, the benefits of the great road, and the long flow of water.
Chen Lingjun was lying on the roof, Jiang Shangzhen suddenly reached out and grabbed the arm of the boy in Tsing Yi, and said with a smile: "Jingqing, who leaked the sincere words I praised the law of longevity at the wine table?"
Chen Lingjun hurriedly sat up, not only did not have the slightest guilty conscience, on the contrary, his face was full of smugness, his arms crossed his chest, and he asked Chief Zhou for credit: "I must be the one who told Xiao Mi to listen to it, and then let her little ear tell the gods. For the longevity of the law, Chief Zhou, think about it, how many years have you been a bachelor? You look good and have a solid family background. Apart from being older, can you pick out any faults? There must be no problem! She is single, not to mention that she doesn't like that kind of young man with a tender and unsteady face at first sight. In this case, why can't you two get together before a man is married and a woman is not married? I don't think you're embarrassed to speak, Chief Zhou, if you are so thoughtful about changing the law of longevity, she will reveal some rumors to Xiaoli, I hear it again, to Chief Zhou With that said, hey, isn't it possible?! One palm law, one chief, you are a match made in heaven, kissing and kissing!"
Rao is Jiang Shangzhen, who has seen the big world, but he was also speechless for a long time, with lingering fears in his heart, and said in a trembling voice: "I thank you. If you are a matchmaker like this, don't do it in the future."
Chen Lingjun lowered his voice and asked: "What, do you think it's inappropriate, or Chief Zhou has a high vision, and thinks that we have a cold temperament, you don't look down on her, hey, this is because you are ignorant, right? The old cook and the Dafeng brothers, but they both said the same thing. There are many female heroes in the book who look like frost and those fairies who look at people thousands of miles away. Wait until they are moved. …

Jiang Shangzhen, whose scalp was numb, hurriedly restrained the Tsing Yi boy's neck, and then stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, I beg you, Master Jingqing, please don't say another word.
In a warmly lit room not far away, Mi Mi, who came to visit here, stood on the small bench and listened to the window. Finally, she couldn't hear the sound over there. Mi Mi turned her head and asked curiously: "Sister Nuanshu, is that true?"
Nuanshu, who was turning over the account book, stretched out his hand to hold the abacus and spat.
Jiang Shangzhen covered Uncle Chen's mouth and asked, "Drink or not? I heard that you have a few new friends, so why don't you help with referrals? Just nod your head, and shake your head if you don't drink."
Chen Lingjun hurriedly pecking at the rice, Jiang Shangzhen dared to let go of Chen Lingjun, glanced at the mansion not far away, closed the door to drink, the lights were dimly lit, and he didn't dare to punch, can he really drink?
Jiang Shangzhen smiled and said, "Those few seem to have left you to drink."
Chen Lingjun was stunned for a while, and sighed, "It's your fault, Chief Zhou!"
Jiang Shangzhen was at a loss, "Why do you blame me?"
Chen Lingjun grinned and said, "I and some of my friends accidentally carried money with me before, and they don't dare to ask me for a drink now. Who do you blame?"
Jiang Shangzhen smiled knowingly: "I really blame me."
Falling together on the bluestone road, Jiang Shangzhen hugged the back of his head with both hands, and Chen Lingjun threw his two sleeves into a crackling sound.
Jiang Shangzhen said with a smile: "Mandarin ducks cross necks for a thousand years, and the wings are in harmony with the colorful feathers. The piano and the selves are harmonious for a hundred years, and the white heads share the old haze. People who come here will occasionally be jealous of you people who have come here."
It was rare for Chen Lingjun not to make fun of Chief Zhou, and he immediately understood the different meanings of the two "people who came here".
The boy in Tsing Yi said softly, "I'll accompany you to drink a few more drinks later."
Jiang Shangzhen nodded and suddenly asked, "Brother Chen, what do you think of me taking the initiative to let Xian and Mr. Xiao Mo be the chief worshiper?"
Chen Lingjun's head was as big as a bucket in an instant, is this... a proposition? !
I treat you as my good brother, and my brother will exchange my head for wine money?
The brothers who died at the wine table, what is the morality of the rivers and lakes in the bowl? !
Chen Lingjun's eyes rolled sharply and said, "Chief Zhou, let me chew on it. If you are good, don't let the sages. Not everyone can be the chief worshiper."
Without waiting for Jiang Shangzhen to say anything, the boy in Tsing Yi took two steps in three steps, kicked open the door of Bai Deng's mansion with one foot, and smiled with his arms on his hips: "Brothers, it's really a bit early to hide for breakfast at night, hahaha..."
At the foot of the mountain, the Taoist priest with the wooden hairpin on his head raised his hand and dipped his saliva in the saliva. He used the moonlight as a light to slowly turn over a page of a book. It was a big night when there were few people, so it was suitable to read books and banned books.
It is worthy of being a "strategic" book highly recommended by Chief Zhou. It is true that there are many fights and many battlefield locations, all of which are unheard of before... Serious fighting, well written, mixed with fiction and reality, and occasionally left blank, the aftertaste is lingering. .
Tsing Yi and cotton evangelistic robes are warm, the sound of reading books is rustling, and the wooden hairpin often cherishes the water in front of the steps. The place where my heart is at ease is my hometown.
A sudden slap on the shoulder almost didn't make our guilty conscience Daoist Xianwei go far.
Xianwei didn't care whether it was useful or not, he choked with his hands, chanted words, and used a Taoist formula that is said to be able to calm the soul, and then quickly turned his head to look, only to find that it was his own Dafeng brother standing behind him with a bamboo chair, Xianwei. Complained: "Well, you are so elusive, scaring me to death, you are going to be the gatekeeper again!"
Zheng Dafeng smiled and put the bamboo chair aside, "I will pinch the three locks and lock the door, and I won't scare you to death."
Daoist Master Xianwei said in surprise: "I spent a dozen copper coins to buy the Taoist book from the roadside stall in the ferry, is it really not a lie?"
Zheng Dafeng said: "Of course it's a scam, but I can't deceive you."
Xianwei smiled, not taking it seriously.
Zheng Dafeng hugged the back of his head with both hands, raised Erlang's legs, and slumped on the bamboo chair like that, suddenly moved his buttocks and gave a shudder, the whole person shivered, complaining to himself: "After all, I'm not a young and strong guy, I feel like my is frozen. Before, when the weather was cold and the ground was freezing, I lay naked under the covers, like a stove, people were hot, and I didn't even need to burn charcoal."
Wei Xian said with a smile: "The hero doesn't mention the courage of the past, Brother Dafeng is not as good as the old cook."
Mr. Zhu didn't like to talk about his past hometown. He heard from the millet grain. Zhu Lian was in the lotus root blessed land.
Zheng Dafeng said to himself: "If I have enough food and clothing, the sky will not let me down. If I don't make progress in my studies, how can I face the sky?"
Xianwei smiled casually: "I think God is not so stingy."
Zheng Dafeng smiled and patted the Taoist priest Xianwei on the shoulder, "You and I have the same illness, we are both laymen."
Xianwei nodded, mistakenly thinking that Zheng Dafeng was saying that he was not good at cultivation, and at the same time laughed at himself, failed to become the top of martial arts?
Zheng Dafeng glanced at the "Book of War" in Xianwei's hand, "Where's the next volume?"
Xianwei sneakily turned his head to look at the mountain road. Seeing that no one was there, he took out another book from his sleeve and asked with a smile, "Look at the second volume without reading the first volume?"
Zheng Dafeng took the book and began to put on the air of his predecessors, "Reading this kind of military book of fighting and killing, it's no different from the first volume, you can't wait for the time being, and it's a little interesting."
Luopao Mountain has one of the vassal hilltops, called Zhaodugang.
Li Huai has a private mansion of his own here. In fact, there is also a private mansion on the other side of Luopao Mountain. It's just that the "handmaid" Wei Taizhen is there. This way, it was still the road led by Chen Lingjun. The boy in Tsing Yi winked at him all the way, made Li Huai very embarrassed, and explained it with his heart. Chen Lingjun just said that I understand and I understand, and Li Huai was also helpless, you understand. You understand.
When Li Huai was staying at Zhaodugang, Lin Shouyi and Dong Shuijing took Shi Jiachun, who had temporarily settled in Taoye Lane, to visit here. Anyway, the mansion in the mountains, they all have a share. of.
However, one of them is Dong Banzhou, who is rich in wealth, and the other is Lin Yupu, who treats money like dung and treats the gods in the mountains lightly as princes. It is estimated that Li Huai, who thought he had a big mansion before he was a child, took it seriously?
In the past, the little abacus with braided horns seemed to be the one with the biggest change among her classmates, but they were all married women and had a pair of children. She was still a fan of wealth. When she heard that Zhaodugang also had her name on it. I made a special trip to the next mansion, and asked how much such a large mansion was worth. According to the current market situation in our hometown, Huaihuang County, if it were to be sold, it would be sold to the immortal master on the mountain. , why should she pay with fairy money, or even that kind of small summer money, and can she rent it out when she doesn't live here? The annual rent is not old or young, right? In the years to come, when she is old, she will be gone one day, can she adopt it to her family and children...
Listening to the chatter in front of them, Li Huai and the three of them were all smiling, and they could even joke about Shi Jiachun, but when they heard her last question, they all fell silent.
Shi Jiachun stopped at that time and looked at the expressions of several of them. Each of them, who were classmates in the past, was still very young, um, not to mention the handsome nerd Lin when he was a child. Dong Shuijing, who used to be a boring gourd every day, is also quite manly. Even Li Huai, who was often provoked to cry when he was a child, wore open-crotch pants and was a little bookish, like a serious young scholar.
The woman stretched out her hand and brushed her hair on the temples, and smiled softly: "My lord, if you're right, I'm not sad, why are you sad for me, do you actually have a crush on me early on? Lin Shouyi, Dong Shuijing, you like Li Huai's sister, is it a trick? And Li Huai likes Li Baoping, is it also a pretense?"
Lin Shouyi and Dong Shuijing looked at each other and smiled. It was rare to talk about Li Liu. They didn't scold each other for being useless, and the chickens out of the cage pecked each other.
Li Huai said helplessly: "Don't talk nonsense, if Li Baoping listens to her, she won't care about you, she insists that I can't eat and walk around."
As a child, Li Huai's pants were often hung on trees, crouching on the ground and crying, the little girl in the red cotton jacket had long since disappeared. Mr. Qi, who came here after hearing the sound, probably had a lot of times. Later, he didn't seem to bother to ask the reason, so he had to use a long bamboo pole to help pick it down. The little treasure bottle was young and strong. His underpants were thrown on the top of the tree, and the bamboo poles were out of reach. Outside the school, there were all the boys watching the fun. They gathered their heads together to help Mr. Qi come up with some bad ideas. Said he could climb trees. Mr. Qi smiled and shook his head, said look at me, picked up a stone on the ground, weighed it a few times, turned his arm a few times, and then threw it into the sky.
Unfortunately, it was empty. The stone just passed through the treetop, and there was a rustling sound. Through the golden light and shadow of the leaves falling on the ground, with the shaking of the leaves, the sunlight on the ground shattered and swayed. .
The schoolboys who craned their necks to watch all sighed, Mr. Qi was only a little short.
Mr. Qi went to pick up another stone. This time, he really succeeded in hitting a tall branch, and the pants fell down. Li Huai quickly put on his pants. Happy, ha, these trousers are very promising today, like a paper kite. Halfway through the road, I met the thin, weak and unattractive sister. She came to pick him up and went home. Li Huai told her sister about today's great achievements and said that she would wear these pants tomorrow, so don't be afraid of that. The little treasure bottle was over, Li Liu held his brother's hand, the girl just squinted and smiled, patiently listening to her brother's rude rambles.
The child's grievance seems to be bigger than the sky, and he will always cry so hard that he can hoarse his voice.
But often after a while, the grievances are gone, like those home keys that never know where a child is dropped.
Tonight, Li Huai put down a book of sages, walked out of the study and house, and walked all the way to the cliffside viewing platform, with a pavilion.
Recently, I have collected some questions, and I want to ask Chen Pingan for answers.
For example, Li Huai can only understand the literal meaning of the phrase "a person who has attained the Tao is externalized but not internalized".
Wei Taizhen came quickly.
Li Huai, who was lying lazily on the bench in the pavilion, immediately sat up, and Wei Taizhen felt a little guilty, and she disturbed the master's peace and relaxation again.
After Li Huai sat up, he asked with a smile, "Mr. Bai, who is known as the most proud man in the world, is now in Luopo Mountain. Would you like to meet me? I can't say a few words in the face, and I can't even guarantee that I will be closed like Wei Shanjun."
He has a very good relationship with Xiaoli, and Xiaoli also thinks that Mr. Li is very powerful. The good person is such a generous person. It seems that it is because Mr. Li complained a little in the past that the good person now "can't get over that hurdle." "I always want everyone to think that their cooking skills are not bad at all.
It's a pity that no one on Luopao Mountain, except millet grains and old cooks, seems to be willing to cheer up against their will.
Wei Taizhen shook his head vigorously, "Young Master, I don't dare to see Mr. Bai, and I don't need to. Thinking of being able to live with Mr. Bai in the mountains, the servants are already very satisfied."
That is Mr. Bai. For thousands of years, Mr. Bai has been the only one!
Take green as white, iron bones and soft tendons. The body of the poem is here, the soul of ice and snow.
Li Huai jokingly said: "Thanks to me, I even drafted the flattery."
In fact, Li Huai is usually on Wei Taizhen's side, and his words and deeds are still very sincere. He is afraid that Miss Wei will misunderstand him, and she is the kind of libertine who is not right, especially worried about ruining a woman's most important reputation. It was only after returning to his hometown and arriving at Luopao Mountain that Li Huai was completely relaxed, so he dared to be a little casual. In the Dasui Shanya Academy, Li Huai is a sage after all. Outside the academy, Li Huai is also a disciple of Wensheng's lineage, so he will pay more attention to everything.
Looking at Miss Wei, whose eyes were narrowed into crescent moons and covered her mouth with a sweet smile, Li Huai asked curiously, "What are you laughing at?"
Wei Taizhen said with a smile: "The slave girl just imagined the scene of the young master and others slapping horses, and it was very funny."
Li Huai Yanyan, "Tell you about what happened on my way to school when I was a child."
Wei Taizhen's eyes were bright and excited, and he hurriedly sat upright, placing his hands on his knees lightly, "Okay."
"It's not a short story."
Li Huai thought for a while, moistened his throat, and said, "Then let's start from the moment I first met Chen Ping'an, it was in the early spring when the grass was growing and the warbler was flying. If I remember correctly, I was seven years old, Ping An is fourteen years old."
Li Huai only learned from the big white goose that Chen Ping'an, who knew about it temporarily in order to have a good meal on his birthday, secretly fished at night for the whole night, and complained that Cui Dongshan would not Said earlier.
But the next day, Li Huai, who even forgot that it was his birthday, complained that he always eats fish and drinks fish soup. , braised chicken thighs, stir-fry a plate of chamois, stew a pot of overcooked hoof...
Wei Taizhen hesitated for a moment, then asked in a low voice, "Young Master, doesn't the book say that the miscellaneous peanuts, trees and grasses are growing and warblers fly, doesn't it refer to the late spring season?"
Li Huai hid the faint sadness in his eyes and smiled, "Because that spring was different, the story I'm going to tell is as long as this one."
Lotus Root Blessed Land, Peixiang's Bieye Courtyard in Hu's Country.
Xie Gou asked, "Since Mr. Zhu has followed Liu Xianyang and the others back to their hometown, why didn't they come to our side?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "He has no face to come. This trip back home, he must hide his head and hide his tail, and dare not see anyone."
With a debt of love, a woman's spittle can drown him.
Peixiang agreed.
The men and women who lived in the same era as Zhu Lianshen are all unfortunate. Men, they can't beat that martial arts lunatic.
Among those who have seen Zhu Lian's appearance, it is said that out of ten women, nine hate Zhu Lian, and one is because they have not seen him for the time being.
Peixiang has been in the blessed land for a long time, and the fox country ban, this rule does not constrain her, the lord of the fox country, so Peixiang often goes out to relax, and knows that there are several landscape gods now, and she has always been "missing" Zhu. Lian, one of them was the female martial arts master who died under Zhu Lian in the battle of Nanyuan Kingdom's capital. They used to be a little bit of true spirit between the heavens and the earth. They inherited the spiritual energy and became female ghosts. They were transformed into gods by the heroic spirits of the heavens and the earth, and finally turned into gods. The noble son Zhu Lian, who "was very romantic and monopolized 90%", like them, all died and came back to life.
Of course, it was to meet again, in order to take revenge on that ruthless man with a heartless heart, and they had long hated Zhu Lian to the point of itching their teeth. As long as the word Zhu Lian was mentioned, they would probably clench their teeth.
On the border between Songlai State and Northern Jin State, there is an autumn lake in Caizhou. In the center of the lake is a hill with green mountains. On the mountain is a Taoist temple called Damuguan.
Not long ago, within a hundred miles of this huge lake, martial law had been imposed, and layers of checkpoints and secret posts had already been carefully arranged.
There are several painting boats docked on the shore. In fact, those who can enter the boundary of Qiuqi Lake, whether it is a Qi practitioner, a martial artist, or a group of strange spirits, do not need to board the island by boat, so they choose to go to the center of the lake by punting across the lake. The island, that is, a picture of elegance and leisure.
On the Autumn Lake tonight, more than 30 islands, large and small, are all brightly lit.
Chen Ping'an stood up suddenly, and in an instant, a pair of eyes turned pure golden, staring at "someone" somewhere in the center of this blessed land, but it quickly returned to normal.
Changming let out a faint sigh, feeling complicated, she didn't know how to persuade Young Master for a while.
Xie Gou originally wanted to gloat over the misfortune, but he just thought that he was now the second seat of Luopo Mountain, so he pretended to be injustice for his own mountain master, stomped his feet hard, and sighed.
The sable-cap girl turned her head to look at the palm law. She was caught off guard, so she could only be a mute. Looking at her own performance, she would be very decent. Oh, it's hard to say who will be the big and the little in a few days.
Chen Ping'an sat back in his seat, smiled and said, "I'll just say it, it's hard to find a foot in one's life."
Changming smiled bitterly and said in his heart: "Young Master, although he is making wedding clothes for others, but the other party is him, seems to be able to accept it reluctantly?"
Chen Ping'an nodded, picked up the tea cup, and said with a smile, "Drink tea, drink tea, be at ease."
Laoguanzhu's lotus root blessed land, Luopao Mountain's lotus root blessed land. The old and new blessed land, each take a word, that is, lotus. Probably this is the so-called coincidence is not a book.
The vision of heaven and earth originated from the Xinxiang Temple in the capital of Nanyuan, like a sword light drawing an arc, a long rainbow across the sky, and in an instant it fell in the center of the heaven and earth in the blessed land. With the first sword cultivator, even if Chen Ping'an noticed this vision of heaven and earth for the first time, the change was so fast that the avatar of Fulu, who almost stared at his eyes, didn't have time to "watch the Tao" carefully. A foregone conclusion.
Guo Zhujiu's eyes narrowed, not knowing what he was thinking.
Peixiang had no idea what was going on.
Chen Ping'an realized it later, and after thinking for a while, he had a conjecture and said with a heartfelt smile: "It must have been deliberately done by the old Guanzhu, who has the intention not to let me get this big advantage. So, you can focus on the retreat as soon as possible.

Changming nodded, but his tone was a bit complaining, "Since the lotus flower blessed land has been divided into four, the old Taoist priest stretched his hand too long."
Chen Pingan hurriedly put down the tea cup, coughed, and reminded anxiously, "You can't say that, don't forget the well digger when you drink water."
The bright moon is bright in the blue sky.
Lao Guanzhu snorted and said with a sneer: "It's really a good style, one elbow is turned inward than the other, and if you teach others to listen, you will be moved."
Xiao Mo originally planned to get up and say goodbye, and went to the Qingshen Dynasty to find that Jianxiu, and asked curiously, "What do you mean? Who in Luopo Mountain talked to fellow Daoists?"
But make no mistake.
Lao Guanzhu smiled and said, "It's the mother-in-law who is the incarnation of gold and copper money, and the long-lived Taoist friend who was brought out of the Great Wall of Sword Qi by your mountain master. She dislikes the poor way of reaching out too long and takes care of the east and the west."
Xiao Mo didn't bother to ask the specific reason, but just asked, "Friend Daoist is at Lotus Root Blessed Land, there is still a context that you haven't mentioned yet?"
Lao Guanzhu said: "How to mention, uprooted, mentioning radishes and causing pits, if I really do this, the lotus flower blessed land will not be considered a top-level blessed land, just fill in the landscape of those big holes. Good luck, the immortal money you need to put into Luopao Mountain, not to mention money, just that number can make a certain financial fan feel sore teeth, just think about it and your head will be as big as a dustpan."
Xiao Mo reached out and took a jar of Long Live Wine, then raised the white bowl in his hand, and said with a smile, "Daoist friend and our longevity rule, each has its own master, and she is a follower of my son, she must always say A few words that can't be comprehensive, just treat her as an apology for her, sit for a while, and drink a jar of wine with fellow Daoists."
Lao Guanzhu smiled and nodded, "It's a rare opportunity to meet again after a long absence. One jar is not enough, so drink two more jars."
Xiao Mo looked at the few drinks left on the table and said with a smile: "It's almost done, let's leave it."
Lao Guanzhu said: "There are more wine cellars, not less than this jar or two."
Xiao Mo nodded, "Wine is not as good as fellow Daoist, and I have never lost you in drinking. Originally, I wanted to save face for you in front of your two apprentices. This is what fellow Daoist asked for."
The old watchman laughed.
If it wasn't for the thoughtful hospitality at the entrance of Luopao Mountain, Chen Ping'an would have won one of the lotus flower blessed places. Oh, do you want to be among the middle and upper-class blessed places? You can, you can, don't stop you, the new owner, from throwing money. As for the expenses of the gods' money, this "wealth fan" who likes to be a good-fortune boy will truly understand what it means to have enough money left behind and be a waste of money. In the embarrassing situation of the sound, when he finally managed to improve the rank of the blessed land, and every time he went to his own blessed land, Chen Ping'an couldn't help but feel a pain in his flesh.
Otherwise, Chen Ping'an really thought that he would be reduced to a picture of mountains and rivers with a line drawing. If he really spent a little money, he could really "draw gold and paint"? As long as you apply a layer with a brush, the blessed land will soon peel off like layers of red paint, and the content of the inscription will soon become unclear.
For example, in your hometown of Chen Shanzhu, the common people posted the Spring Festival couplets on the door and wall with rice paste. It is reasonable to say that they are firm and it will not hurt if they are not changed for several years. After that, as stated in the book of eccentricities, the mountain is only one year old, and the mountain is one year old, and the lotus root blessed land only needs "one year", and the Spring Festival couplets will fall when the wind blows.
After the Jiazi time is over, Chen Shanzhu, who realizes it later, will either regard the blessed land that dares to change its name without authorization as a chicken rib, and will not spend money on it, but Chen Ping'an and Luopaoshan as long as they want to completely fill this hole, no matter what. Compared with the mud-legged boy, you have a few more scare identities and titles. You have to obediently come to worship the mountain with Pindao, and then look at the mood of Pindao at that time, and remember to bring the boy in Tsing Yi with you. Come together, let the little learn how to speak well, kowtow a few more times, and then apologize. In the end, of course, the two of you returned without success.
Anyway, you Chen Ping'an likes to protect the calf the most, and you definitely don't want to let the boy in Tsing Yi kowtow to Pindao to make amends.
It was you who asked for forgiveness when you came to the door for something. You couldn’t reach an agreement. You were disappointed and went home. Isn’t that what you, Chen Ping’an, asked for?
Talk about money? Back then, the city lord of Baidi City didn't go to the Taoist temple in person, and the "price" he gave at that time was high enough, isn't he Zheng Juzhong disappointed?
So, thankfully at the gate of the mountain, a little girl said a few words of her unintentional words, which happened to be the warm words that made Pindao feel particularly pleasant.
It helped Chen Ping'an and Luopao Shanquan Mansion to save... At least a few thousand grains of rain money, not only is it not a loss, but the money earned from the blessed land in the future can be calculated as the money of the gods?
Wang Yuanlu's eyes widened.
Is there such a thing as an apology? If you drink an extra jar of the host's wine, you should help others to reveal it.
Today, I have learned a lot from Mr. Mo, and I have to digest it well. I guess it will be useful when I go out to the rivers and lakes in the future?
I remember that many years ago, Daoist Sun, who pretended to be his ancestor, tricked him into drinking, and when he drank too much, he began to point out the world. The cave owner is highly respected, he is notoriously big-hearted, has a very wide belly, and has the most demeanor of the seniors on the mountain!
Daoist Sun is a bird of prey, so just listen to what he said in reverse.
The old Guanzhu said in his heart: "Bai also accidentally succeeded in the matter of Guandao blessed land sword cultivation."
Xiao Mo thought for a while, "Since it's him, I can accept it."
Lao Guanzhu asked: "You just said the candidate in your mind earlier, what did Chen Ping'an think?"
Xiao Mo told the truth, "Me. Then Chief Zhou. The next two students and disciples are side by side, Cao Qingqing and Guo Zhujiu."
Lao Guanzhu smiled and said, "As expected."
Xiao Mo lifted the mud seal and finally drank two jars of Long Live Wine. His face was flushed, he was burping, and stood up drunk. Today, he was really full of drinks. He stretched out his hand to support the table, "Let's go."
Lao Guanzhu followed and stood up, his robe fluttered, the smell of alcohol dissipated, and said with a smile, "I have nothing to do, it's better to accompany you around the world."
Ruthless things! In ancient times, the Taoist priests in the world brewed and drank alcohol. The most taboo was to condense wine as spiritual energy, which belonged to no wine at all.
Xiao Mo patted the old Guanzhu on the shoulder, "Fellow Daoist Bixiao, there's something I've wanted to say for a long time, you guy, you really can't taste wine."
Lao Guanzhu smiled and said, "It's hard to find drinking friends and Taoist friends. There are so many people outside the table who don't drink toast and drink fine wine. Xiao Mo, don't hold on and vomit."
Xiao Mo's throat moved slightly, his stomach was surging, but he still forcibly swallowed a large mouthful of wine.
Seeing this scene, Wang Yuanlu shuddered subconsciously.
This skinny Taoist understands again, this amiable senior Mo, stubborn, good face!
Lao Guanzhu rarely looked sad, and said softly: "Xiao Mo, you should have guessed that the earliest opportunity of Lotus Flower Blessed Land was a kendo vein that I tailor-made for you. In the early years, I wondered if it was a kendo that could help you. , a hundred feet ahead, but after waiting too long at the Taoist Temple in the East China Sea, I had to change this vein."
Xiao Mo smiled and nodded, "I guessed it a long time ago. Fellow Daoist has what he wants. As for the outcome of the matter, it's nothing to you and me. Otherwise, you think I'm drinking so much alcohol today, it's really just a matter of fact. Are you greedy for a glass of wine?"
Lao Guanzhu smiled and said: "If you don't have one or two close friends, the world will be extremely boring."
Xiao Mo smiled and said, "Then next time I'll be the host, I'll bring you and my son to drink together."
The old watcher turned his head again.
Xiao Mo felt helpless.
It is rare that I regret that my swordsmanship level is not high enough, otherwise I will drink according to the head of my fellow Daoist.
The old master said with emotion: "Xiao Mo, the person you see now is not the one he once was."
Xiao Mo smiled and said, "I know not."
In the courtyard, yawning again and again, Guo Zhujiu asked her master for instructions, and she wandered around alone to see the scenery, Xie Gou and the "sister" Qiu Qing, who had no Taoist name, had a good relationship, so she took the girl and followed him. Leader Guo went for a walk under the moon, but Luo Fumei wanted to stay a little longer, but Peixiang chased her away with her heartfelt words, so Luo Fumei had to get up and follow her junior sister and accompany the sable-cap girl surnamed Xie out of the yard. Full of regrets, she always felt that she didn't have a word with Chen Shanzhu, not only a little loss, but a big loss!
Otherwise, she has even prepared a draft of a certain landscape story. The outline of this story is that Luo Fumei was young and ignorant, and she had a discussion with a young hidden official on a certain night in a certain year. Chen Shanzhu said a few words, but the other party was furious and stern, she was reprimanded, but she didn't die, she survived!
In this way, within the fox country, who would dare to betray her in the future? Compared with what realm, it is more than courage and courage!
Peixiang said with a smile: "Shanzhu, Gao Jun returned to the Hushan School this time, and tried a far-flung tour of Yinshen out of one's body. Compared with the previous one, it was finally a veritable long-distance tour. He traveled all the way to the Northern Jin Kingdom. The boundary of the suburbs of Beijing. At that time, I actually followed her Yin God not far or near."
Xiucheng Jindan Ke, Fang is my generation. The first two Earth Immortals in the history of the blessed land were both from the Hushan School of the Songlai Country.
Not only is Gao Jun's own aptitude for Taoism excellent, but it is also a gift from this world, a kind of gift to Yu Zhenyi invisibly.
From becoming a Qi practitioner to forming a golden pill, every step of the mountaineering and every step of the realm is a brand new scenery.
So far, the lotus root blessed land has no specific realm division.
Especially the kind of mysterious and mysterious Yin God out of body, even Yu Zhenyi became Nascent Soul Realm back then, he was still cautious.
This rejuvenated man of Tao, only before "ascension", did he teach Gao Jun all the money, and he taught secretly orally, and did not leave any written records in the Hushan School.
"I guess the reason why Gao Jun didn't dare to try yin gods out of body was because Yu Zhenyi, who was the master, had not yet created a body outside the body of the of yang, so he felt that it was not appropriate to take too much risk. Where do you know that the Earth Immortal Yin Shen is actually very simple, in the vast world, it is a very common thing, where do you need to look at the almanac to choose the auspicious day, and there is no taboo that the Yin Shen is not suitable for the day light and daytime."
Changming said indifferently: "We think it's simple, just because we have too much past experience accumulated by the predecessors on the mountain, and their teachers and apprentices find it difficult, because everything is made from nothing, and it is all up to you to ponder it bit by bit. The doorway that came out is a real talent and a real learning, and it is a family study and a teacher’s biography that came from an immortal mansion and established a school. It is hard to say that if your fox country does not have Luopao Mountain as a backing, after three or five hundred years, At the most thousands of years, there is no right to wrestle with the Hushan School. Maybe there are at least three or five chair owners in the Hushan School Patriarch Hall, except for the leader Gaojun. If any one of them is taken out alone, the entire Fox Kingdom can be destroyed. Sweep away."
Peixiang suddenly looked ugly.
Just because of the other party's patriarch of Luopao Mountain, Peixiang couldn't say anything.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Most of what Daoist Longevity said is true, but it's also true that you have a backing in the country."
Peixiang smiled sweetly, changed the subject and said something good, "Shanzhu, it is rumored that there are seventy-two blessed places in the world, of which there are only a handful of blessed places of the highest rank, and not all of them can form a kind of naive Tong Lingzhi's Dao prototype, no matter what, we are very lucky in the lotus root blessed land, the woman who was condensed by the human literary movement before is a sign?"
Chen Ping'an nodded and said: "There are advantages and disadvantages, either for tat, each wearing shoes for the other, or like-minded, to increase and stabilize the fate of heaven and earth together. But in general, even if you take 10,000 steps back and say that the neighbors are not in harmony, the two sides cannot make money from harmony. But in the end, the pros far outweighed the cons.

Changming smiled and said, "It must be a good thing."
Any small world of blessed land is ultimately limited by the territory of mountains and rivers and the number of living beings, plus it belongs to several different worlds, so even if it is fortunate that the Dao manifests and becomes a spirit, the weather will not be too great.
In the center of the courtyard, there is a hanging painting, which is a bird's-eye view of the whole picture of Qiushui Lake. The lady Hu Jun is the beautiful woman with a long armour on her little finger from the "Beautiful World".
Regarding this secret discussion that can determine the direction of a world's situation, it is just the choice of the venue for the discussion, and there is an endless debate. It is hoped that it will be held on the top of the mountain, so as to make a golden signboard and to win more cultivators. There is also hope that it is best to choose a location in another dojo, but I am still worried that we can’t talk to each other. If we disagree, we will start a fight. Once this kind of fight between gods and gods affects the spiritual energy of the world and the aura of the mountains and rivers in our dojo, it will not be repaired and operated for hundreds of years. I want to restore it.
In the end, Qiuqi Lake was chosen. As for the goddess of water goddess who proclaimed herself "Hengqiu Lake Lord", what she thought, God knows.
Chen Ping'an asked with a smile, "Do you think Wei Liang will come down the mountain to greet him?"
Changming also asked, "Will Gao Jun reveal the secret?"
Peixiang shook his head, "It's hard to guess."
Even if she was reluctant and got acquainted with all kinds of people in Luopao Mountain, Peixiang had to pinch her nose and admit it, guessing people's hearts, not her strength.
Chen Ping'an put his fingers together, twisted it gently, and "placed" the Taoist temple on the island in the middle of the Hengqiu Lake in front of him, and said with a smile, "It seems to be Zhu Lian's handwriting."
Peixiang covered his mouth and smiled and said, "It was the watcher who carefully screened and collected the words."
Chen Ping'an tutted: "I understand, I understand, no wonder no wonder."
Sure enough, it was a love debt owed by your son Zhu Lian back then.
Peixiang asked carefully: "Is the mountain owner worried that Gao Jun will use this discussion to cause the whole world to be at odds with our Luopo Mountain, or just openly become an enemy of Luopo Mountain?"
Chen Pingan smiled and said nothing.
Zhang Lu Changming smiled and said: "Children play a house, except for sand, mud and mud that can be seen everywhere, tossing around, playing and slapsticking, in addition to chicken feathers, shuttlecocks, bamboo dragonflies, dove carts and paper kite tops, rattles comic strips, wooden swords and bamboo knives, etc. These toys, Don't you need adults to help you prepare?"
Peixiang smiled awkwardly and was horrified, not knowing how to answer for a while.
Just like the previous embarrassment, Peixiang felt an almost suffocating sense of oppression at this moment.
The last time I had a similar feeling was when Peixiang left the Fox Country and participated in the Jisefeng Patriarch's Hall for the first time, the moment she crossed the threshold.
Across the two chairs, the tall woman who always sees who is smiling all year round, actually gave Peixiang the feeling of being pitiful, so she has never been close to this Ji Sefeng's patriarch. Zhixin, every time I meet her in the mountains or in Zhu Lian's yard, Peixiang is like... a cold copper coin is picked up by her fingertips in winter, as if every time she talks, she is holding the copper coin in the palm of her hand. , and this copper coin is destined to not be hot.
Peixiang carefully glanced at the man in the blue shirt beside him from the corner of his eye. The long-lived Daoist friend is not false, but after all, Chen Ping'an is the master of the sect.
But contrary to Peixiang's expectations, he seemed to neither affirm nor deny the claim that Zhang Li had a long life.
Peixiang immediately closed her eyes and let out a sigh in her heart. It wasn't until this moment that she really wanted to understand the truth that Zhu Lian was talking about, as well as some "remarks" to explain the truth.
Up close, the scenery is not spectacular, people and things are mediocre.
When the mountain owner was on the mountain, it was easy to say that when the mountain owner went out for a long trip again, all of us, inside and outside the mountains, should not treat the long life of the master as a mountain master.
Therefore, in a sense, the existence of longevity does not exist, it only depends on whether the mountain owner is in the mountain or not.
But a woman is a woman, and while Peixiang's heart palpitated, he began to ponder a question, this longevity, shouldn't he like Chen Ping'an?
Never wanted to squint and laugh for a long time, as always, with a soft and soft voice, he said to Peixiang in his heart alone, "Do I like Chen Ping'an, does it have anything to do with fellow Daoist Peixiang?"
Peixiang, who was guessed in his mind, was so embarrassed that he wanted to dig a hole in the ground. Will he be hated by the other party and account for it? It seems that many people in Luopo Mountain have this tradition?
Chen Ping'an regained his senses, restrained his thoughts, and asked, "Did you talk to me just now with your heart?"
It turned out that Chen Ping'an's heart lake was rippling with ripples, and there was a ding-dong sound, but it was not a specific voice. It was like a fish walking after the hook.
The fishhook is the name, and the one who bites the bait is the monk's language related to it, so Chen Ping'an can see the real body of the fish, or a string of words as long as he lifts the fishing rod.
Originally, I didn't want to ask, but the two around him, Zhang Lv Changming and Hu Guo Peixiang, were extremely rare to call him by his first name, so Chen Ping'an couldn't help but ask curiously.
Changming leaned forward, then turned to look at the Lord of the Fox Kingdom, and said with a smile, "Fellow Daoist Peixiang thinks that the Gaojun of the Hushan faction might like the young master. I don't think it's very likely, right?"
Peixiang nodded quickly and said yes.
Chen Ping'an laughed angrily: "What is it?"
Changming smiled and said, "Who said no."
Peixiang was full of bitterness, what could he explain.
After all, according to the principle Zhu Lian said, and a little extrapolation from that context, Peixiang can easily come to a more intuitive and surprising conclusion.
Chen Ping'an was at home, and Zhang Liao retired behind the scenes, hidden and invisible, and the position of Zhang Lian was useless.
But when Chen Ping'an traveled far away, she was the only one who could represent the entire Luo Po Mountain.
We, Shanzhu Chen, are so old-fashioned that we feel that the atmosphere between Zhanglu Changsheng and Peixiang is not right, and there is a bit of tension between them. Because the state is not enough for the time being, the words of outsiders are manifested in their own words, which cannot be supported for too long. Therefore, the previous two The fish seemed to have escaped from the hook, and when he lifted the rod and walked the fish at this moment, Chen Ping'an suddenly realized that they were talking about this, so what was there to hide.
In Luopao Mountain, besides himself, who is the master, who else can make Pei Qian feel in awe? Indeed, only the rule of law has a long life.
Chen Pingan smiled and said, "Peixiang, your opinion is correct."
Peixiang was struck by lightning at first, but she soon realized that she had a complicated expression, Lord Mountain Lord, what are you talking about?
Changming's face flushed all of a sudden. Tonight was just drinking tea, but it was like drinking alcohol, just like the scenery on the road when he came. A peach tree leaned against the east wind, and his cheeks turned from pale red to deep red.
Thanks to Chen Shanzhu's temporary intention, he thought of something, it is really not a trivial matter, he has turned his head and talked to Peixiang about a secret matter of the Fox Kingdom, but Chen Ping'an did not directly explain the reason, but made a side-by-side question and asked Qiu Qing and Luo The birth dates of Fu Mei and some girls and fox charmers are based on the premise that they have good cultivating qualifications, or that they have certain visions and auspiciousness when they were born, and have deep blessings on the way to practice. Although Peixiang didn't know what to do, he still answered the truth one by one, just looking at the Shanzhu Chen who stretched out his sleeves and pinched his fingers as a fortune teller.
Zhang Lu Changming explained in his heart: "Peixiang. Some things are actually different from what you think."
Peixiang immediately replied with his heart: "From this moment on, I haven't heard anything, I don't know anything!"
Zhang Lu Changming smiled and said: "That's good, I swear you don't have to, I can trust you."
Peixiang felt chills down his spine, he might as well make a poisonous oath, it's really fatal!
She made up her mind that she would stay far away from this Zhang Li in the future, just begging for someone who didn't feel guilty and wouldn't be afraid of knocking on the door at night.
As long as you keep a respectful distance from the Patriarch of the Law, it is easy to get along. What's more, as long as the mountain owner is not in Luopao Mountain, she will try to stay in the fox country.
Besides, he is the master of the fox country, doesn't he also have a seat in Jisefeng Patriarch's Hall? You, the master of the law, can't think of avenging private revenge in public, can you?
Chen Ping'an stood up, "I'm going to find Liu Xianyang and Gu Can, you don't have to follow, and Xiegou doesn't have to either, at most one hour, and he will return to the fox country soon."
In an instant, the cyan figure transformed into dozens of sword lights condensed like silk threads, rising from the ground, piercing the night sky, and vanishing in an instant.
Finally, in the sky, he overlapped with the avatar of the Talisman who no longer needed to continue to observe the Tao. He lowered his head and looked at the world. His body tilted a line and fell toward the earth, mountains and rivers.
When Chen Ping'an settled down, it was the appearance of a man in a green shirt again, appearing in the bustling streets of the capital city, as if entering a realm of no one, there was one more person on the road out of thin air, but pedestrians on the road were unaware.
After coming behind the two people with red sleeves in the high-rise buildings all over the street, and the smell of fat powder is stronger than that of wine, Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "I'm so courageous, I'm just drinking a flower wine."
Gu Can turned to look at Chen Ping'an, twitched the corner of his mouth again, and raised his chin towards Liu Xianyang beside him, "I don't care, someone's three legs are cowardly."
Seeing Chen Ping'an, Liu Xianyang's eyes lit up, and he became arrogant in an instant. Afterwards, he was held accountable. Gu Can guessed that it was not a big deal, but there is not Chen Ping'an who is well-known in such matters, Liu Xianyang reached out first. Reining on Gu Can's neck, he grabbed Chen Ping'an again, and wrapped himself around one of these self-proclaimed daring men, strode forward, and laughed: "Go, drink and drink, Gu Can spends money to treat guests, and Chen Ping'an will accompany you, pity me. Liu, who is in good spirits, is considered to be planted today. He was dragged by two bad friends and threatened me that if I don't drink, I won't be a friend. It's really impossible if I don't go..."
Gu Can, who had to bow his head, looked at Chen Ping'an, who was in a normal situation. Chen Ping'an winked, what's the hurry, wait and see, just him? Even with the courage of the three of them, they dare not go in and drink.
Sure enough, they were "pulled" by the two friends to the door of the "restaurant", but Liu Xianyang walked slower and slower, stopped, stomped his feet, let go of his hands, turned around and left, looking at the lonely back, which was pitiful.
Chen Ping'an followed with a smile, Gu Can walked like a fly, jumped up with a kick, kicked Liu Xianyang's butt, and scolded with a smile, "You are so cowardly, how dare you pretend to be an uncle with me!"
Liu Xianyang staggered, patted his butt, turned his head, and raised his chin to someone with a smile on his arms, but before he could say anything, Chen Ping'an nodded vigorously, "Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes , if it wasn't for me, I would have gone in early, looking like I was leaning against the red and cuddled up in the green, sitting in the flowers with uprightness, but in fact it was like sitting on pins and needles, I finally waited for the wine party to disperse, walked out, stood on the street, looked back Take a look, and tell yourself one more sentence, after all, I have been here."
Gu Can pretended to be surprised and said, "I can't, Master Liu can't spend the night?"
Liu Xianyang had already turned around and strode forward, raising his hands and holding up two middle fingers.
Chen Pingan held back his laughter, and said at the same time as Gu Can next to him, "I'm looking for a place." "I'll pay for it."
Liu Xianyang turned his head and scolded, "Why are you walking so slowly, Chen Menghu, little slug, why don't you walk on three legs?"
The three people who were from the same village in the past but of different ages, no matter what kind of people they have become now, whether they are as good as they once thought, after all, they are still as good and sincere friends as they were back then.