Chapter 866: What Yamanaka owns


Fallen in the mountains.
The weather is refreshing. In the courtyard of a house, there is almost no place to stay. There are many big bamboo woven eyeless sieves and big wicker dustpans, all covered with dried red peppers, red and bright.
In the corridor under the eaves, Zhu Lian lay on a recliner, closed his eyes and shook his fan.
Cen Yuanji finished walking along the mountain trail today, so he came here to sit for a while.
She likes to chat with Mr. Zhu, not only because Zhu Lian took her up the mountain and led her on the road of martial arts. On the Luopo Mountain, Cen Yuanji also regarded Mr. Zhu as the only elder of his family.
The old man would often persuade her to go down the mountain more and go back to the home in Zhoucheng to see her parents, saying that even if she is urged to marry, don’t be impatient, let alone take Luopo Mountain as a quiet place to hide.
There are some things that can't be avoided, even if they can avoid the current troubles, they can't avoid future regrets.
The most vain life in life is nothing but regret.
The wanderer in a foreign land is the wandering paper kite. Only the longing in the heart becomes that thread. If a person has no nostalgia for his family and hometown, he really becomes a broken paper kite. Then all the joys and sorrows are separated from the original place and the grass is on the grass. The old man also said that Cen Yuanji was lucky. It is actually only a few steps to go home from being so close to the hometown, but there are also worries about getting closer.
The reason why Cen Yuanji likes to talk to Mr. Zhu is probably because the old man speaks rationally and never pretends to be an elder. He must listen to the truth right away.
Zhu Lian asked with a smile: "Yuanji, how many punches have you accumulated over the years?"
Cen Yuanji replied: "As of the beginning of this year, two million punches were reached, and then they stopped counting."
Zhu Lian asked again: "Why don't you count it? Do you think it's boring to remember this, or do you suddenly forget it one day, and then you don't bother to count?"
Cen Yuanji said honestly: "Deliberately remember this, it is easy to be distracted when practicing boxing. It seems that practicing boxing is just for numbers."
Zhu Lian nodded, "That's good. The son once told me in private that when Miss Cen didn't deliberately remember the number of punches, it was when she entered the room."
Cen Yuanji said: "Shanzhu's talent in learning boxing is indeed much better than me."
She had to pinch her nose to admit it.
Zhu Lian asked, "What else?"
Cen Yuanji shook his head honestly and said, "No more."
Zhu Lian laughed and said: "People, I like people I like and hate people I hate."
It's circumstantial.
But Cen Yuanji is not stupid, he can understand.
Cen Yuanji explained: "I don't hate Shanzhu Chen. Others are pretty good, but the first impression that year was a bit bad, which makes people really unlikable. Later on the mountain, I didn't pay much attention to Shanzhu. I know what to say when I meet."
"understanding."
Zhu Lian nodded, "Yuanji, to be honest, the son has always been very optimistic about your boxing skills. If you don't know that you will not agree, you are worried that you will think more about what you have. I have accepted you as a direct disciple, um, just like that Zhao Shuxia. This kind of optimism of the son does not think that you or Zhao Shuxia will have high martial arts achievements in the future, but just feel that the martial artist on the mountain is pure There are two types, one is in the fist and the other is in the heart. The former is extremely fast in the upper body, understanding the principles of the fist, and mastering the fist, while the latter is relatively inconspicuous, persevering, and not caring about other people's views and sights."
Cen Yuanji was a little surprised, and hummed softly, "Shanzhu's idea is pretty good."
After Cen Yuanji was sitting on the bamboo chair beside the corridor, Zhu Lian's hand swayed a little bit more.
Zhu Lian smiled and murmured: "The post willow yellow, the stream rises green, and people are like green hills and hearts like water. The green hills stand upright like strings, and there are ins and outs. Life is isolated and absent-minded, so it hurts."
Cen Yuanji was slightly sad just listening.
Zhu Lian turned his head and smiled, "Yuan Bao likes Cao Sunny, right?"
Cen Yuanji held back a smile and nodded: "She likes Cao Qingqing very much, but she doesn't know how to speak. Anyway, every time Cao Qingqing is at the door to read the book, Yuan Bao will deliberately speed up and turn around to practice boxing."
Zhu Lian continued: "Then Yuanlai likes you secretly, do you secretly know?"
Cen Yuanji blushed slightly, "I know, but I don't like him."
Zhu Lian put down the fan and whispered softly, "It's hard for those who watch the sea to be the water, and those who are crazy are embarrassed."
"The pain and joy of love between men and women is just that the person in your mind becomes the person in memory, or the person in your heart becomes the person on the pillow."
On the side of Cen Yuanji, even if they are the same, what they say from Mr. Zhu Lao and Zheng Dafeng's mouth is very different.
One is a kind old man who has experienced vicissitudes of life, and the other is a nasty child who can't control his eyes. Fortunately, Zheng Dafeng is still guilty and has no guts, and never treats her with sly.
Cen Yuanji suddenly said, "The mountain lord has gone out to swim again."
Zhu Lian let out a hum, and said slowly: "If one is busy, the world can be free."

The number of shopkeepers in the two shops in Qilong Lane is increasing.
Shi Rou, the treasurer of the New Year's Eve shop, and Zhou Junchen, nicknamed A Hou, had a white-haired boy named Huanghou not long ago.
The treasurer of the Caotou shop next door, the blind old Taoist Jia Sheng, the old of Longmen Realm. In addition to a pair of master and apprentice, Zhao Denggao and Tian Jiu'er. There came another girl named Cui Peanut, who claimed to be Cui Dongshan's sister, and nearly laughed Chen Lingjun to death.
Chen Lingjun finished chatting with his brother Bai at Xingting today, and then wandered all the way to the small town, walked into the New Year's Eve shop, and greeted with a big smile: "Old sister Honghou!"
Chen Lingjun, who was nicknamed by Chen Lingjun as an old girl, is the ascended outer heavenly demon who looks like a child, and the Taoist companion of Wu Shuangjiang.
For the time being, the white-haired boy is still an outer handyman disciple of Luopo Mountain, helping out at the shop here.
It took a pseudonym for itself, called Huanghou.
But how did Chen Lingjun know what level of this young and white-haired poor short winter melon is, what identity background he has, and who his backing is.
I only knew that it was the little girl's film that my master picked up on the road. Chen Lingjun had his own little abacus. When Pei Qian and Xiao Mi Li were brought back to the town by the master, they had no realm.
At this moment, the white-haired boy was facing Chen Lingjun with a piece of cake in his mouth, holding two pieces in both hands, and staring at a large piece in his eyes.
I am busy.
There is no time to pay attention to the boy in Tsing Yi who is bluffing.
Asha looked at the white-haired boy who was only slightly better than guarding and stealing. The child was quite grieving, and he was no longer a dumb. "If you eat and eat, you will know how to keep accounts and keep a hammer. Just her point. Salary, when can I make up the hole? The mountain owner is just rich and not generous. He likes to come here to check the accounts every three weeks. In the end, it is not difficult for our shopkeeper to be a man."
Ama is still angry, "There is still a noise in the water, and there is no sound when eating, so it's a skill."
Sister Shi Rou was greedy for the dark every day, and finally earned some money. She could have turned into a lot of scraps of money, but the result was good, and there was an unscrupulous person who became a debt figure on the account book.
Besides, this little girl seems to have a problem with her brain. She often goes around alone in the backyard, raising her arms and shouting again and again, screaming "Hidden official ancestor, Megatron Jianghu, great martial arts", "Hidden official ancestor," Handsome Wushuang, invincible swordsmanship"...
Ah Ha wanted to take her to see the doctor.
At this moment, the white-haired boy heard the mute complaint, instead of turning a deaf ear, he deliberately shook his head.
Aja was so angry that he wanted to break with her. If it weren't for seeing her as a little girl, she punched her down...and lost her medicine.
Shi Rou smiled and said, "They are all their own, so they care about these things."
When Chen Lingjun heard this little mute, he dared to make irresponsible remarks to his master. He was so angry with his hands on his hips that he stared and said, "Zhou Junchen, be careful when speaking, I know your master, and you belong to her. You know all the butchers in the town, and you weigh them yourself."
Ah Hahe said: "Do you know my master? I still know my master's master. What happened to me accidentally, are you hitting me?"
Among other things, Luopo Mountain is one of the best, and it's not worthy of trouble at all.
Shi Rou touched the child's head and whispered softly: "The family is not allowed to talk angry."
In fact, Shi Rou was not afraid of anyone up and down on the Luopo Mountain. Only Cui Dongshan was afraid. He could speak out any strange things, such as...walking the birds.
But that is an old calendar that can't bear to look back. It has been too much in recent years, especially as long as the mountain owner is home, Cui Dongshan usually smiles to everyone.
Cui Dongshan brought his sister Cui Peanut back last time, and also gave Shi Rou a sandalwood comb with a three-character inscription, thinking of beauty.
Ama stepped on the small bench, lay on the counter, sternly stretched out a hand, and said to Chen Lingjun: "Don't talk to me, help her pay off the debt if you have the ability, and then take as much as you like. I did it myself, and it didn’t taste good, so I can scold me anyway.

Chen Lingjun lifted up his sleeves, "Damn, Uncle Chen's life has been rough and rough, and a few baskets are dissatisfied. It's not uncommon to say, except that he hasn't smashed his head on the money, let's talk, how much money?! "
The white-haired boy turned his head, his cheeks bulged, and said vaguely: "Don't, you just owe it, and it's not that you don't pay it back. It's better to owe money than to owe favor."
Chen Lingjun came to the white-haired boy, if it hadn't been for the big white goose's deception, he really couldn't tell that it was a little girl.
The little girl did not have this name before, Zhilan.
Then Chen Lingjun didn't like it anymore, so she had to say something before she changed her name to Huanghou.
"Old girl, listen to Brother Chen's advice, the little girl's family, choose the name, it's best not to use cursive words."
In the past years, except for the palace, the female official is natural, and the road is named Fengshou.
Her most beloved thing is a 箜篌, with a dragon and phoenix shape, golden color and Luo Cuizao.
The white-haired boy bulged his cheeks and said vaguely: "Don't be old girl, old girl, it's very unpleasant, so quickly change the way."
Chen Ling said: "But you didn't bring a handle. Let me call your brother, I really can't say it."
The white-haired boy said with no air: "Go aside."
Chen Lingjun had to go to the shop next door to find Brother Jia for a drink.
Brother Jia's all-inclusive truths can be said that those who tend to be inflamed will only spread it out on the surface.
Since ancient times, people are not busy, so they need to take time out. He also said that he was once a suave, handsome man, but it was a pity that he didn't know the troubled life of the world at an early age.
Isn't this much more elegant than those village heads of aunts and bachelors?
The two brothers are good, one familiar door and one familiar road. Soon they set up a wine bureau and sat down for a drink. Today, Chen Ling brought two jars of good wine over. Old God Jia took a sip and shuddered. Good wine and good wine. .
Chen Lingjun sat cross-legged on the bench and said with a smile: "Drinking and letting water shake."
The old fairy wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb, "Three are right."
Older and younger, he laughed, drinking and drinking.
Jia Sheng came from a small country under the vassal of Central China, a place called Bozhou. He said that his hometown has been a wine country since ancient times. Sparrows can drink two or two.
So that even the little mute next door has learned to swear, not as good as a Bozhou sparrow.
Chen Lingjun frowned suddenly, put down the wine bowl, and said in his heart: "There are a few people in Qilong Alley. You can go to the backyard first, Brother Jia. If you are sure that it is not the cause of trouble, you can come out to serve guests."
The blind old Taoist smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, let me know for a while..."
Chen Lingjun said: "At least three Nascent Soul Stages."
The old Taoist immediately got up, "I will take Jiu Er and Peanuts to the backyard to stay, and then secretly inform the law."
Chen Lingjun nodded, put on his boots, and walked to the door of the shop alone, reminding Shi Rou to stay a little longer, take care of Huanghou and Aha, and don't make heads no matter what happens next.
The three guests, two men and one woman, were all strange faces.
A young-looking man with an elegant manner. A stocky man with an old-fashioned appearance, he slung a heavy cotton package.
There is also a tall woman who is not a beauty, but she is brave. She hangs a long knife with a white poplar handle on her waist.
The three of them walked down from the top of Riding Dragon Alley, and the woman said in her heart: "This place is indeed rich in water transport, and the dragon is full of energy. It is unusual. No wonder the Master stayed here."
In the boundary of Longzhou, in addition to the extremely high-rank Tiefu River, there are three confluences of Chongtan, Yuye, and Embroidery in Hongzhu Town.
It's just that Yang Hua, the of water of the Tiefujiang River, has moved to the post of Great Dereliction.
The young man smiled and said, "Friend Ling Jun."
Chen Lingjun questioned: "Are you?"
The young man stretched out his hand and wiped his face, removing the blindfold, revealing his "true colors" on this side of the town.
Chen Lingjun smiled and said, "It turned out to be Old Master Chen. It's been a long time since I saw him."
Know each other, but haven't dealt much with each other.
The other party had previously set up a school in Longweixi Chen's school and worked as a master for some time. He heard that he was an old drunkard who was addicted to alcohol, and soon went out for a long trip. Because of the lack of reputation, the ability to teach is sloppy, and no one cares about the school.
Because Pei Qian went to school when he was a child, Chen Lingjun couldn’t rest assured, so he secretly went over there to squat on the wall and looked at the old master, as if his name was Chen Zhenrong. He heard Da Bai Goe say that this old man from a foreign country came from Nan Po Sao and talked to the saint Ruan Qiong has a good relationship.
The two people around the old master began to introduce themselves. The man called himself Luoshan Muke, the Taoist name pine resin.
The woman smiled sincerely, and said readily: "My name is Qin Bugui, a native of Zhongtu County."
Chen Lingjun's brain was so painful that he was so obscure, he was confused by Uncle Chen, right? It's fine if the master is here, I can't answer the conversation.
With an idea, Chen Lingjun shouted: "Brother Jia, the shop is here for guests."
The blind old Taoist immediately rushed out, hospitality came, and there happened to be a wine table. Old God Jia and Chen Ling were sitting on the same bench.
Except for that Luoyang Mu guest who is not good at speech, he did not drink less, the other old Master Chen and Qin Budou are both refreshing people, with unbridled words, what to say, the old fairy Jia thought in his heart while smiling and toasting, very It’s almost settled in his heart. It turns out that the dull man with the name of pine resin just happened to swim here, intending to take a trip to Niujiaoshan’s Baozhai, and that Qin Doudou heard that there are many pure martial arts on the side of Luopo Mountain, and there is also a martial artist. Grandmaster Critic didn't come by asking for advice and learning. She was very interested to see if she could go for a walk in the mountains.
The old Jia said that this is not difficult, that is, he has to say hello to Luoposhan in advance, and by the way, he praised his mountain, which is very energetic and lush. The weather is extremely beautiful and Confucianism is extremely prosperous. He didn't dare to say the most words, lest he might be suspected of selling melons.
Qin Bugui smiled and asked, "Treasurer Jia, dare to ask your mountain master, who is he?"
Jia Sheng took a sip of his wine and smiled: "Speaking of our mountain lord, that poor way is extremely humble. He is kind and gentle, and he acts in harmony with others."
His real name was actually Chen Rong's old master, and he laughed blankly.
This can be regarded as an unattainable compliment.
Qin Bugui smiled and asked, "Dao Chang Jia respects Mr. Nan Feng?"
Chen Lingjun was confused.
Jia Sheng put down the wine bowl, stroked his beard and smiled, "Where, it is actually my mountain master who likes Old Master Zeng's articles very much. He often persuades me to read more, especially the prose of Mr. Nan Feng, which is full of eloquence. The truth is that it is rigorously organized and elegant. At first glance, it does not appear to be a mountain or dew, but in fact it is endless aftertaste."
Qin Bugui smiled and said, "It's really unexpected that you, Chen Shanzhu, fell in love with Mr. Nanfeng's articles."
Compared with Bai Ye, Su Zi and Liu Qi, Master Zeng's prose is indeed not so well-known in the world.
Old Shenxian Jia immediately explained with a smile: "It's not considered'alone', it's just relative. My mountain master, who studies academically, actually praises the phrase'opening a book is beneficial' the most. The mountain master once laughed with me, only Because my family was poor when I was young, I couldn't go to the school, so I often traveled far away from the hometown on my spiritual road later, just to make up for the study debt."
Qin Busu smiled at each other with the man who claimed to be a Luoshanmu guest.
It was a welcoming banquet. Chen Rong, who was born in the Chen clan in Nan Po Suo Zhou, took two friends to find an inn to settle down first, and then waited for news from Luopo Mountain.
Chen Lingjun feels shocked whenever he sees a stranger.
Fortunately, there is also the most reliable old brother Jia, outside the wine table, it is worth seeing anyone.
In the early years, Wei Xian and Lu Baixiang passed by Qilong Alley and sat here for a while. Brother Jia met Wei Xian and was shocked. Later, when Pei Qian broke the secret, he realized that he had made a big joke. What is Wei Xian's so-called "massive"?
All the way to the end of Qilong Alley. When returning to the shop, Chen Lingjun jumped up and patted Brother Jia on the shoulder, "Good conversation."
The old fairy Jia smiled while stroking his beard, "When dealing with people and things, if you are not humble, I dare not say that there is half the skill of the mountain master, 20 or 30%, after all, there is still something."
Wearing a snow-white robe, she walked slowly down the steps of Qilong Lane and stopped at the door, with a smile on her face.
This girl squinted and smiled all year round, but no one really thought she was good at talking. Even the fearless and fearless Ama at the shop next door, met a long life, just like to stop cooking, and be a little dumb.
Unexpectedly, the smile on Changmei's face today reveals a sense of sincerity. The flattered old fairy Jia did not dare to be overwhelmed. He immediately bowed his head and shook his hands a few times towards the door. Then he slid and slid sideways, spreading his hands, and said with a bright smile: "Please, please. Please inside."
Changming leaned against the door, nodded to the blind old Taoist, and then said to Chen Lingjun, "Most of these people are coming to you."
Chen Lingjun stomped as if struck by lightning, slammed his sleeves, and wailed: "What kind of sin did you have? No, I can't, the uncle provokes someone. Every day I be kind to others, and roadside ants dare not step on it."
Ama, who was sitting at the door of the shop next door, stood up, came over here, with arms around his chest, and asked: "Should I tell Pei Qian?"
Chen Lingjun's eyes turned sharply and looked for Pei Qian. It worked. The problem was that Pei Qian liked to keep accounts.
You can't be too arrogant, isn't it?
Long-lived licking melon seeds, he smiled and said, "Is it a good thing to come to you?"
Chen Lingjun coughed and waved to Na Aman, "Go and go, children, don't mix up with adults."
Ah Sha pulled his mouth, turned and left.
Chen Lingjun added, "I have received it with good intentions. Next time I will go to my Li Jin brother's shop to buy a book and just report my name."
It's useless to report his name. After all, there is no discount on the name of the master.
But he can sneak a trip to Red Candle Town, and advance the book money first, as it is an advance payment to the bookstore, and then let Li Jin pretend to be a discount when he buys the book with a ramie bag.
This kind of trivial matter, you, Master Chongtan River Water God, will not be embarrassed, right?
If it is true that this little face is not given, how can you mess around? what? Shall Uncle Chen teach you?

Dali Capital, Tongtuofang.
An old man with old clothes squatted in an alley and just finished a game of chess with someone.
The other party is playing wild chess to make money, and the old man is like being the of wealth giving money to disperse money.
The next game of Go takes too long, so almost all of them here in the alley are chess, some of which are based on real skills to win money, and more are tricky old-fashioned endgames.
The old man stood up, kneaded his wrists, and jumped twice, making me want to get serious next.
I'm so angry, not to mention losing money, and being scolded by some old men who like to give pointers.
The one who squatted over and won a lot of money was a smiling young man with a short body and a little crooked figure. At the moment, the man was only worried that the poor old gentleman had not enough money in his pocket.
The old man squatted down again and took a deep breath, but after a round, he had to pay for the bill again.
This old gentleman's chess skills are really... hard to describe in a word, and his ability to regret chess is higher than playing chess.
Almost every three or five steps I take, I must yell and let me regret it. Ugh? Why did you put it in the wrong place? When you get older, your eyes are not helpful.
Later, young men got used to it. As soon as the old man looked up, he knew that he had to make a discussion. It's simple anyway, no regrets, no discussion.
Fortunately, I was happy when I gave the money, and I was willing to lose in the gambling, poor chess skills, low chess quality, and good gambling.
The old man still seemed to be a little unconvinced, "If my students are there, I can't keep the loss."
The young man smiled: "The old gentleman can just call the students, and the stakes can go up in the past."
The old man sighed and said, "Isn't it impossible to shout."
The young man joked casually: "The old man is still a teacher who is full of peach and plum?"
Seeing very poor, an old and shriveled money bag with cotton cloth is now getting thinner and thinner. If you remove the copper coins, you will definitely not be able to hold a few pieces of silver.
The old man smiled and said: "There are not many students, but all of them are talented. Blue is better than blue."
The young man asked with a smile: "In the old gentleman's proud disciple, is it possible that he has also been a Jinshi and Juren master?"
What a tricky question.
The old scholar was a little dumb for a while.
The two generations of mentoring and apprenticeship, only the imperial examination fame is really the only weakness.
It seems that except for having a reputation as a talent, then there is no more.
Fortunately, among the disciples, there was a Cao Sunny, a good seedling. Fortunately.
Seeing that old gentleman shook his head.
A little bit of enthusiasm and hope in a man's eyes is fleeting.
I thought I met a certain old man from Dali officialdom who looked like a wild crane.
The man who played chess to win money was so easy to win money, so that when the old man regretted chess or hesitated to make a move, the young man leaned his back against the wall, took out a well-engraved book from his arms, and took it away. Turning a few pages of books to illuminate the light, in fact, the content has long been memorized.
The old scholar smiled and asked, "Is my brother the one who went to Beijing to rush the exam?"
The man shook his head, "It's not for the time being. I came to Beijing to participate in Qiuwei. My ancestral home is from Huazhou. Later, I moved to Gyeonggi with my ancestors. I can barely count as a local in Beijing. Enough, I just owe my hands, and I bought two more rare books, so I have to come here to set up a stall and play chess, otherwise the people who have no relatives in the capital will not be able to survive the rural test."
The old scholar said: "Title on the Guild List, Drinking Luming Banquet, it's all right."
"Why do you see it? Could the old man still look at the picture?"
"Look at the picture, it will be so lost, it's just that there are sages and sages, and there are no people in the ancients, and scholars are not good."
The man was stunned, then laughed, and waved his hand at the sage book that hadn't been lifted for a long time, "It is reasonable and reasonable. I never thought that the old man was still a fellow man."
The old scholar stroked his beard and smiled, "It is extremely, extremely, I never thought that young people have such sophisticated eyes."
The man rolled up the book, shook his fist, "No matter what, then borrow the old gentleman's good words. As long as I can pass the local examination, I will invite the old gentleman to drink."
The old scholar smiled without saying a word.
The man put the book away and put it in his sleeve. Seeing that the old man was still looking at him with a smile, he had to slap his head and suddenly said: "I almost forgot to say to the old man. My name is Lu Lingchang. On the day it was released, if I got a hit, I came here to set up a stall and wait for the old man. If I missed it, I would just go home."
"It's good to dare."
The old scholar nodded, "Brother Lu, let me say a few more words. Good and evil in appearance, not good or bad, and the rules are not good or bad, so you need to be vigorous."
Lu Lingchang smiled and nodded and said yes, not taking it seriously. After Laozi passes the Juren examination, he will be admitted to the Jinshi. In the future, he will come to discuss what talents and virtues will be.
The old scholar got up and left. Lu Lingchang squatted on the ground. When the old man turned his head after a few steps, the man smiled and waved goodbye.
The old scholar sighed and walked away after holding his hands.
The north wind blows the miasma, the south wind is more dead. Difficulty in this life, worry is my teacher.
Little incomprehensible, old and lazy, one or ten legacy in academic studies. The water, land and ice are in the sky and the sky is freezing, and the sight of plum blossoms makes you clear.
Poems of old scholars are thriving, and they only think that good poems are good poems, even if Bai is here, you must resist the urge to make a case and scream.
On the side of the alley where the Renyun Yiyun Tower was located, Li Xisheng followed the book boy Cui Ci and traveled through the city of Dali.
After Li Xisheng returned to Beiju Luzhou from the Middle-earth Shenzhou before, he continued his study in that small country under the vassal. An old master suddenly visited the house. Later, Li Xisheng happened to encounter a young Taoist priest and an old master on his way to the south.
In fact, this reunion was a bit embarrassing for Li Xisheng.
The old master of Taoism in the East China Sea was very happy.
Now this awe-inspiring Confucian student Li Xisheng has once again met with the respected Taoist ancestor. Is it a Taoist chief or a Confucian ritual?
As a result, Li Xisheng made a check with Daozu, then took a step back and bowed.
After that, Li Xisheng came to the capital with Cui Ci, mainly because there was too much movement in the place before, and Li Xisheng was far away in Luzhou in Beiju, and he felt inwardly.
Dali cavalry is invincible.
The world is shaking and people are not worried.
At the entrance of the alley, Liu Pa saw the man with good-looking Confucian shirt standing outside the alley, and then moved towards the alley.
The old monk glanced at his disciple immediately.
The boy answered with his eyes, why.
The old monk saw that he wasn't able to open his mind, so he could only ask in his heart: "Should I stop?"
Zhao Duanming said heartily: "I don't know him anyway."
"Sure? Don't look again?"
"Master, I really don't know him."
"There are so many hanging statues in the Confucian Temple to accompany the saints and sages, you kid, think about it carefully, and come up with the vision that Tianshui Zhao's children should have."
"Master, are you annoying, I really don't know him, I don't know him at all!"
"Duanming, you swear."
"Master, it's almost enough, otherwise the relationship between our master and apprentice will be really weak."
Liu Jia put his heart down, showed his figure, and asked, "Who?"
Li Xisheng smiled and said, "My name is Li Xisheng, and my hometown is Huaihuang County, Dalilong Prefecture."
Liu Jia and Yan Yue said with a smile, "That means being with Chen Pingan. I'm sorry, I have to stop here."
In fact, there was a tall old Taoist leader before, and a young Taoist boy who was mostly an apprentice was next to him.
He also appeared here, stopped outside the alley, one old and the other young, standing side by side, peering into the alley.
Of course it was stopped by Liu Jia, sneaky and unreasonable.
Since you are a member of the Taoist School and where your duties are, what are you afraid of?
Besides, the two Taoist priests didn't have the robes of Bai Yujing Sanmai Daomen.

In Chen Nuanshu's house, a calendar and a large form were hung on the wall.
There is also a booklet, one a year, every year on the 30th eve of the New Year, it will be bound into a booklet, 356 pages, one page a day.
He keeps accounts every day, and Nuan Shu also records some interesting trivial things that he hears and sees.
Therefore, on the Luopo Mountain, in fact, the thickest account book and the largest number of books are Nuanshu. It is not money, and naturally it is not only millet grains that only record the expenditure of each sunflower seed.
In addition to sweeping the courtyard every day, he also serves the flowers and plants, and divides more and more mountain books into different categories. If you have a book, you have to pick a day to publish the book. Help Mr. Zhu go to the bamboo forest on his mountain to find old bamboos and carve some bamboo carvings. Picking seasonal wild vegetables, she also has to make her own wine, pickled vegetables and cured meat to dry the ham, and the patrolling roads of several millet grains also need to be taken care of to avoid weeds. At the end of the new year, in addition to cutting the window grilles, Mr. Zhu or a cultivator will also be asked to write the Spring Festival couplets, and then bring the millet grains together to paste the Spring Festival couplets. In addition, he must pay respect to the stove prince and send the poor gods.
There are so many vassal hills, there are often camping affairs, she needs to hang the sword charm, go out in the wind, fall down at the foot of the mountain, mountaineering and send some tea and snacks to the craftsmen. People come and go during the festivals, the mountain looks like a pinfish on the back, and the clothing belt peaks. Actually, there is the Longquan Jianzong of Master Ruan earlier, which is definitely going to be there. There are also many neighbors in the small town under the mountain. Old people need to visit from time to time. Also learn bookkeeping from Mr. Wei. Go down the mountain regularly to buy in Longzhou.
There is also Master's Mud Bottle Alley. In addition to cleaning the ancestral house, the two neighboring houses, although they are not occupied. But the roof and the mud wall should also be paid attention to.
Because there are more and more people in Luopo Mountain, and because of the household registration, you need to deal with the county government frequently. For example, the recent Xiaosui shop in Qilong Lane, Cui Peanut in Caotou shop, Nuanshu worried about Huaihuang County at first. On the side of the yahu room, I felt that I was a girl who was not reliable, so I called Mr. Zhu to go down the mountain. Later, Yu Mi Jianxian also helped and took the initiative to go to the county town with her. But now I don't need it anymore, I know her very well there. The one who only needed to call Uncle Song, now has to call Grandpa Song. As for all these years, she hasn't grown tall either, and she's not surprised at the county government, and she doesn't discuss anything.
All kinds of strange stones searched from the hills of so many vassal families were made into bonsai decorations. They were used as literary gifts. The swallows held mud like mud. They were constantly moved to houses that were actually not very frequent. They were also painted by Mr. Zhu. The paintings of landscapes, flowers and birds, and ladies should not be piled up randomly, otherwise they will be vulgar. You must also consider how to match porcelain, such as flower vases for growing flowers, as the so-called "Flower God's Abode" by the gentleman. The Tibetan bronze goblets are followed by several official porcelains that are as blue as the sky and are beautiful and moisturized.
Each house on the mountain needs to place different styles of the four treasures of the study, wardrobes, bookshelves, screen murals, and plant different flowers and plants according to the different preferences of the owner. So Nuan Shu built a flower shed by herself. Tang Huashu consulted Mr. Zhu and the teacher, and she would read the books by herself, so her bookshelves were all these books.
Even if there are more people, more and more things happen. In the mountains and outside, she was still cleaned and organized by a girl in a pink skirt.
In addition, on the Luopo Mountain, all things that have happened, no matter how big or small, the Nuanshu are almost clear.
Of course, the millet grains will often help, carrying a golden pole on one's shoulder and holding a trekking pole.
Today Mi Yu was wandering around the mountain and found that Nuan Shu was rarely idle, sitting on the stone table beside the cliff in a daze.
Mi Yu walked over and asked with a smile: "Nuanshu, how many years have you been here?"
Nuan Shu hurriedly got up and gave a blessing to Mi Jianxian, and smiled after sitting down, "It hasn't been thirty years yet."
Mi Yu licked melon seeds and asked softly: "Don't you feel bored?"
For more than 20 years, every day is so busy, the key is the trivial matters year after year, day after day, it seems there is no end.
Even he is a idler who likes to stay in the Luopo Mountain and eat and wait for death. He occasionally wants to go down the mountain for a relaxing trip, quietly taking a long trip with the sword, such as going to Huangting Country to enjoy the scenery during the day and at night. Just go to Hongzhu Town and take a ride on the flower boat. You can also go to Piyun Mountain to find Mr. Wei Shan for a drink and admire the moon.
Nuan Shu shook his head, "No way."
Mi Yu asked, "Aren't you tired?"
Nuan Shu smiled and said, "I will rest."
Originally, I wanted to say that I was half a cultivator, but Nuan Shu didn't feel embarrassed to speak when he thought of his realm.
Mi Yu was a little speechless.
A few years ago, there were the old-fashioned Tsing Yi boy, the ghostly black charcoal girl, the lively and lovely millet...
Now, there are Bai Xuan and Huanghou who set up a table in the pavilion on the side of the road.
Only the pink skirt and female skirt, Chen Nuanshu, is probably due to her gentle temper. Relatively speaking, she has never attracted much attention.
In fact, just like Chen Lingjun and Jia Lao Shenxian bragged, he is the earliest minister from the dragon next to the master, the oldest senior with the oldest qualifications and the smallest prestige in Luoposhan.
Before Pei Qian recognizes his master and Da Bai'e recognizes his master, Dafeng brothers are locals, but he went up the mountain late. Really want to talk about seniority, not to lean back?
Besides, who else stayed overnight with the master at the ancestral house in Niping Lane? Stand up if you have the ability, Chen Lingjun, I, will give him a few knocks.
Since Chen Lingjun is indeed the case, so is Nuanshu of course.
Mi Yu suddenly said: "If anyone bullies you in the future, just find me."
Just as soon as he said something, Mi Yu felt that he was talking nonsense.
Where can I get my own shot?
If someone really dared to bully Nuan Shu, it is estimated that even if the other party is an Ascending Realm, they will have to die, and they are destined to have no suspense.
So Mi Yu quickly changed his words: "For example, Chen Lingjun said something stupid, and I will help you teach him."
Nuan Shu's eyebrows curled up and waved, "No no."
A boy in Tsing Yi with big sleeves wagging around laughed and said, "Oh hello, Yu Dajianxian, are you giving instructions to a silly girl to practice? It's a good thing, a good thing, otherwise, it's unreasonable that the tortoise crawls and the ants move around."
Mi Yu squinted at Nuan Shu with a smile, Nuan Shu hesitated, blinked, and then nodded gently.
Mi Yu clapped his palms, stood up, and walked towards Chen Lingjun.
Chen Lingjun noticed something was wrong, "Brother Yu, what are you doing?! If you have something to say, there are no obstacles to overcome, misunderstandings that cannot be solved, and things that are not easy to discuss!"
Mi Yu smiled and said, "What do you want, just give me some guidance."
Chen Lingjun ran away without saying a word.
On the Luopo Mountain, there used to be three little girls who were all about the same height. The difference between who was tall and who was short was very close.
Often lying together on the floor of the second floor of the bamboo building, the breeze blows, bringing waves of summer cicadas.
They rested on the fan and waited for the watermelon in the pond behind the bamboo building to cool down bit by bit.
The little sorrow is the white clouds passing by outside the mountain. Some are fatter and walk slower, and some are thinner and walk faster.
What is it in the mountains?
A green shirt and all the goodness.
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