Sword of Coming

A smiling old scholar came to the Fire Temple and stood at the bottom of the steps of the flower shed. He said that he wanted Aunt Feng to help inquire about the news inside the palace, so as to prevent his simple-minded, kind-hearted and unacquainted disciple from conspiracies. He was bullied by some guys who relied on their elders just because they were a few years older. If he was lucky enough to get away with it, he, as a gentleman, would definitely not be able to just sit back and watch.

The old scholar didn't even look at the old coachman, he only focused on getting close to Aunt Feng, and bowed when they met. After bowing, he didn't go to sit on the stone table beside the old coachman, and read a bunch of words as if they had just been taken out of the pickled cabbage jar. , wherever there are beauties with flowers and moon, there are good poems, and poems also seek inspiration from wine. If there is no mellow wine in the world, all the good times and beautiful scenery will be in vain...

Aunt Feng couldn't stand the sour smell, so she had to throw a jar of Baihua Brewing to the old scholar as a gag. She sat on the stone ledge at the bottom of the flower shed. The old scholar seemed to have just seen the old coachman and hurriedly He raised his buttocks from the waist, said "Hey, hello", held the wine jar and went to the stone table to be polite and reserved. He muttered a few words to apologize for the old man's injustice. Why was there only half a jar of wine left? I've heard about his name for a long time. It was like thunder, it was a rare meeting, and she couldn't get back drunk no matter what. When Aunt Feng couldn't resist the old scholar's insinuations, she threw a jar to the old coachman. As a result, the old scholar just stared at the latter and the drinks on the table. His eyes flickered up and down, and the latter immediately understood and silently pushed the jar of Baihua Brew that he had just received to this famous literary saint.

Then the old scholar just sat at the table, took out a handful of dry-fried soybeans from his sleeves, shook them on the table, and relied on Aunt Feng's natal magical power and the breeze between heaven and earth to listen to the wine party in the palace. dialogue.

Probably among the many people who worshiped sages and worshiped wine masters in the Confucian Temple, only this old scholar could do such an unflattering act and still feel confident.

The old coachman felt uncomfortable sitting and wanted to say goodbye and leave.

Unexpectedly, the old scholar looked at me sideways and threw a few fried soybeans into his mouth, "You're not going to give me face, are you? Did I let you go?"

The old coachman smiled bitterly and said, "The Literary Saint is joking."

The old scholar sneered: "Are you kidding? Do I need to say it? In the eyes of you, I am not a joke in itself. Do I need to say it?"

The old coachman was shocked and felt uneasy for a moment.

Could it be that the old scholar wants to talk about Tianxian today and come to settle accounts on behalf of the Confucian Temple?

The old scholar sneered and said: "I think you are a joker, senior. Why, do you look down on the fourth leader of the Confucian Temple and feel that you are not qualified to be on an equal footing with you?"

No matter how slow the old coachman was, he still knew the pros and cons. He knew something was wrong, and immediately said to Aunt Feng in his heart: "The person who came here is not good. It is not like the past behavior of Saint Wen. Later, if Saint Wen acts rogue, or has made up his mind, If you want to throw dirty water on me, please help me and take care of it, at least remember to talk about it at the Confucian Temple and Zhenwu Mountain."

Regarding his own honor and disgrace, the old scholar has never cared about his own gain or loss in his life, even if the status of the statue in the Confucian Temple has been degraded again and again, until it is moved out of the Confucian Temple or even smashed in the street. His knowledge is banned in the world and imprisoned in the Forest of Merit. The old scholar I never defended myself or complained even a word. A scholar with the suffix "saint" can reach this level, which is unique in the history of the world and is the only one in thousands of years.

Aunt Feng replied from the bottom of her heart: "Try your best. Just promise to help. Don't blame me if you can't help. I'm also worried about whether I'll get burned."

Today's Literary Sage, as the old coachman said, really has a attitude that those who come are not good and those who are good will not come. It is clear that he wants to challenge Lu Wei and others.

Aunt Feng could also understand that Qi Jingchun and Chen Ping'an, the two youngest disciples of the old scholar, had both been abused by some old antiques in Lizhu Cave.

What's more, now that the old scholar is in the capital city of Li, it is also the "Place of Taoism" where his first disciple Cui Han spent hundreds of years of hard work. How can he feel better?

So as the old saying goes, don't bully those honest people who seem to have the best temper.

The old scholar said: "Aunt Feng took the opportunity to make up for Chen Pingan's old almanacs that have been gathering dust for a long time."

Aunt Feng sighed quietly and nodded.

Therefore, Chen Ping'an, who was scheming with Lu Wei and Nan Hao over at the palace, had an extra advantage "for no reason".

When the old coachman saw the literary sage, he looked as desolate as a wild monk at one moment, then squinted his eyes and stroked his beard and smiled knowingly, and nodded to himself, as if he had overheard the wonderful words scratching his itchy spot.

Finally, the old scholar asked Aunt Feng to invite Lu Wei to the Fire Temple to reminisce about the past.

Together with Aunt Feng, Lu Wei, and the old coachman, three old friends from Lizhu Dongtian, they reunited again in a large fire temple in Lijing City.

The old scholar glanced at the ancestor of the Lu family who came here from the Great Li Palace, put a jar of Baihua Brew into his sleeve, grabbed the last bit of fried soybeans on the table, put it in his mouth, chewed it slowly, and stood up slowly. He said something conclusive to the old coachman, "Don't even think about coming in and out from Zhenwu Mountain in the future. Otherwise, as long as I find out about it once, I won't cause any trouble for you. I will only go to Zhenwu Mountain to reason." .”

The old scholar stretched out a finger and tapped his chest, "What I said is what the Confucian Temple said. If there are any objections from Zhenwu Mountain, just go to the Confucian Temple to complain. I will wait at the door."

The old coachman was relieved. Fortunately, Wen Sheng didn't bully others too much. From now on, he would never be able to enter and leave the world through Fengxue Temple.

The old scholar looked at Lu Wei, who had just fallen. "When you return to the Middle-earth Divine Continent, help me say hello to Lu Sheng. When you go to the astrological station in the future, don't walk at night. Don't tell me that I have something over there at the Confucian Temple." What a backer, you can’t do anything against Lu Sheng, it won’t be a big deal.”

The old scholar raised his thumb and pointed to the sky, "I have people in the sky."

The talisman is in Xuan, and it is in harmony with the Dao Xinghe.

Bai and I are also good brothers, and Yu Laoer and Bai also have a fateful friendship, so Yu Laoer and I are close friends.

Why did the Most Holy Master personally pave the way for Yu Xuan He Dao?

Of course, it was the talisman. Yu Xuan was worthy of the word "talisman". When he rushed across the continent to help Bai Ye, Yu Xuan was willing to take part in the chaos even if he gave up all his Taoism and millions of talismans.

At the same time, the Confucian Temple was dissatisfied with the Lu family in China. However, Lu did some things vaguely and cleverly, and everything was within the rules. The Confucian Temple's punishment should not be too obvious.

Heaven is in Xuan, and the Lu family is on earth. This is the real dependence on others!

The old scholar's threat sounded very naughty and rogue, like a harmless joke.

But Lu Wei couldn't laugh at all.

A good-tempered gentleman cannot teach students like Qi Jingchun and Zuo Zuo.

A scholar who can only put on airs cannot teach people like Cui Chan and Chen Ping'an.

A Confucian sage with insufficient knowledge would not let Liu Shiliu take the initiative to join his disciples when his reputation was not obvious.

There would be no friends like Bai Ye and Bai Ze.

The old scholar became more and more angry as he talked. He was so angry that he put his hands on his hips and cursed at the two men.

"When I tried to reason with you, I just refused to listen and insisted on acting like a monster."

"Only when I have to hold your head down will I be willing to listen to the truth and speak human words."

"My close disciple has a good temper, otherwise it would be me...forget it, I am too incompetent and have too little face, so I won't say harsh words today, otherwise I will laugh at you all in vain."

The old scholar turned to look at Aunt Feng who was sitting on the stone ledge of the flower shed.

Aunt Feng's face was full of resentment, she patted her heart and said timidly: "Hey, it's my turn to scold me? The literary saint can scold me no matter what, I will bear it."

The old scholar felt a little embarrassed, rubbed his hands and said, "What the hell, don't you think your mouth is dry? Let's have a bottle of wine to moisten your throat."

Aunt Feng smiled and said: "Literary Saint, it would be more refreshing to curse people directly."

Drinks are delicious but hard to cheat.

Lu Wei, who had no hope at all, just exchanged greetings with Wen Sheng, then left silently, and then traveled to the Middle-earth Divine Continent and returned to the Lu family.

This ancestor of the Lu family has made up his mind to never set foot on Aquarius Continent again in this life. This land of right and wrong has too many enemies, first Qi Jingchun and then Chen Ping'an.

The old scholar got a little drunk and took a walk out of the Fire Temple. When he reached the entrance of the temple, he suddenly stopped, sighed, and stopped talking.

The old woman who was a mortal master was both the concierge and the temple blessing of the Fire Temple.

The old woman was stooped and laughed softly: "The Literary Saint has a good disciple. He is gentle, courteous and thrifty, and treats others with courtesy. When he goes out, he can see the saints all over the street. Everyone has Buddha nature in them. Even though he comes from a poor family, he has Great wisdom and compassion.”

The old scholar's face was full of joy and he was smiling from ear to ear, but he still waved his hands, "No, no, it's not as good as the seniors said. After all, I am still a young man, and I will be better in the future."

The "old woman" in front of her is just a skin she lives in, like a worldly inn. As for her true identity, it is a bit complicated. It's a bit like the master-disciple pair of Chen Qingliu and Zheng Juzhong to the blind old Taoist priest in Qilong Lane. One of her relatively simple identities is that she is one of the ancestors of the Dragon Warriors in Lizhu Cave, and she was also the tutor of a certain dragon girl in the past. Earlier, she was still a member of the Confucian Temple, and her adopted daughter three thousand years ago. The main lineage of Longshi orthodoxy, his identity is one of the Confucian ritual officials.

So when Lu Chen was setting up a stall in a small town and Liu Xianyang overturned the fortune-telling stall, there was an underlying causal line.

The entire Aquarius Continent, the place with the strongest dragon energy, used to be Lizhu Cave Heaven, but now it is of course the Great Lijing City.

The old woman said sternly: "The inferior people have the wisdom of the superior."

The old scholar suppressed his smile, remained silent for a moment, and nodded gently, "Senior has a better discernment than Aunt Feng."

The old woman shook her head and said: "When it comes to discernment, none of us are as good as Qi Jingchun Yuan."

The old scholar hesitated for a moment, tugged at his beard and sighed: "You should let the young man take care of his worries. Who cares about You Han?"

The implication is that when Lu Chen went out to sea by boat, he still could not find a place of peace of mind. In the end, in order to pursue the great road in his heart, he left his hometown and went to Qingming World to become the third disciple of the Taoist Ancestor. Wubo is an ancient well, and he knows what to do. And be at peace with your fate. Although it seems to be against one's will and ruthless, it actually does not go against the truth in one's heart.

The old woman smiled and said, "Lu Chen had set up a stall in Lizhu Cave for many years. He was not only protecting his senior brother, but also the last unreasonable move to defeat Qi Jingchun. He was obviously an enemy, so why did Wen Sheng do this? What do people justify?”

The old scholar shook his head and said: "One code is the same, and the grievances are clear."

Over there in the flower shed.

The old coachman shook the wine jar with only half of the wine left, sighing and frowning.

Aunt Feng said with a smile: "This is called retribution. Just stand still and get beaten. Why do you need to imitate the delicate behavior of women?"

The old coachman said helplessly: "Whoever said that, no matter who you don't deal with, don't make enemies with the old scholar, Zheng Juzhong, and Huolong Zhenren."

One quarrels too much, one has too much brains, and one has too many friends on the mountain.

After the old coachman left the Fire Temple angrily, the old woman staggered to the flower shed.

Aunt Feng clicked her tongue and said, "It's been a long time since I've personally experienced how a saint from the Confucian Temple was not angry and proud. Fortunately, it was just a false alarm."

Whether it is the newly promoted gods who fill the vacancies in various departments in later generations, the genealogy monks on the mountain, or the wild cultivators in Shanze, at most they have some interaction with the mountain chief of the academy. In fact, I don’t know much about the saints who accompany the Confucian Temple. Three thousand years ago, and with Eight thousand years ago, there was a clear dividing line between the two. The images of those who accompanied the sages and sages became increasingly diluted or even forgotten in the hearts of the world.

The old woman smoothed her hair from her temples and nodded with a smile.

Aunt Feng drank wine and muttered to herself: "I'm worried about the clouds for the moon, I'm worried about the beetles for the books, I'm worried about the firewood for the knowledge, I'm worried about the wind and rain for the flowers, I'm worried about the ups and downs of the world, I'm worried about the fate of the talented and beautiful women, and I'm worried about the sages and heroes. Those who worry about the loneliness of drinking are really the first-class Bodhisattvas."

The old woman murmured: "Flowers cause and effect each other."

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The young man jumped off the carriage and walked towards the alley, holding a pair of pastel flower and bird calligraphy and painting tubes with no less than twenty scrolls.

Liu Ga smiled and scolded: "How about your kid moving?"

When did Xiao Zhao's calligraphy and paintings become so worthless?

Or is it because he made an exception and asked for calligraphy and paintings because he flattered Xiao Zhao to this extent?

Zhao Duanming arrived at the alley, entered the white jade dojo, slammed the two calligraphy and painting tubes on the ground, and then whispered: "Master, like my grandfather, he already knew who wanted the calligraphy and painting."

Liu Gao picked up a scroll and said with a smile: "It's normal. Your grandfather has been a monkey since he was a child. He is so thin that he only has one pair of eyes left. He wanders around when he sees people. Your kid is not like him. Otherwise I will never accept you as my apprentice."

I really don’t know how a young man who couldn’t take his eyes away when he saw a big butt became a high-ranking official with a high reputation in both the government and the public, with every word worth a fortune, and even the gods on the mountain asked for his word.

This is good for those who practice Taoism. I have seen many "young men" who are old people at the foot of the mountain.

Liu Gao untied the golden silk rope on the scroll, flicked his wrist, and spread the scroll in the air. He wrote two rows of large characters with full ink and hearty words, "I am alone and I don't pity myself. I am alone and I can't stand in all directions."

Liu Ga laughed and scolded: "What a good little Zhao, his words are as good as those of flattery, he will get stronger with time."

Zhao Duanming complained: "Master, it's almost the same. After all, it's my grandfather. You always act like Zhao Xiaozhao and make it difficult for me to be a human being. Pretending to be deaf and dumb is unfilial. Let's refute it. It's still unfilial."

Liu Gao smiled and suddenly asked: "Could it be some fakes that are being hunted by others, right?"

Zhao Duanming craned his neck and took a look, "Master, what's wrong with your eyes? The ink on it hasn't dried completely yet. Is there a monogram that's never been stamped on a proud work? Can it be faked?"

"Besides, it's not like Master doesn't know that my grandfather is the most shy. Even when he was short of money when he was young, the most he could do was imitate paintings to earn some money to buy books."

Liu Gan turned around and asked: "Bitter, what are you doing with such a face?"

The young man squatted on the ground, "Grandpa said that you should give him two seals carved by his own hands, signed 'Sword Immortal' and 'National Hand' respectively. If you don't give it, he will come here to block the door in person to collect debts."

The old monk glared and said, "Did Xiao Zhao go out without looking at the road, and his brain was caught by the door panel? An old guy who can fall over in the wind still dares to come here to block the door?"

Zhao Duanming looked at his master with a pitiful look.

Why did I end up with such an ignorant master?

Liu Gao quickly figured out the joints, coughed a few times, and found a step for himself to get down. "It's easy to talk about, but Master is actually a well-hidden master of epigraphy, but he just doesn't show off his unique skills easily."

Damn it, these scholar-officials are so frivolous and like to beat around the bush when talking and doing things.

Liu Gao opened another picture and let out a surprised sound.

Even if the old monk is a calligraphy layman, he still feels that this copybook is very tacky when opened.

Very simple, an extremely rare word and line!

Therefore, after all the characters were spread out, the scroll was three feet long!

It begins with the sentence "In the sixth year of Yuanjia, in a bitter cold land, the floods were a little subdued, I saw a man in green clothes, pulling a lone boat, crossing the river gracefully, the people were like gods, and the ghosts were like immortals."

It ends with the four words "Return home at night with a candle".

The words are like spears and halberds, with a powerful momentum.

Zhao Duanming was stunned for a long time and said in a daze: "Why did grandpa give away this calligraphy and painting?"

Grandpa said more than once that this calligraphy will be used as a pillow in the coffin in the future.

Grandpa is a typical frail scholar. I heard that he was frail and sick when he was a child. When he was thirty years old, he was an official in the Ministry of Household Affairs. He once had a disagreement with Cui Guoshi. He felt that the Dali border army was simply militaristic. As a result, he was demoted to Hanku border and lived in exile. For six years in Rongzhou, a country with steep mountains and rivers, the former minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs had no choice but to go to the border and become the magistrate of a lower county. Moreover, when my grandfather left Beijing at that time, he never thought he would survive. Return to Beijing.

Zhao Duanming once heard his father mention something, saying that your grandma has a strong temperament and has never cried in front of outsiders in her life. Only this time, she really cried miserably.

When grandpa returned to Beijing, there was no Wanmin Umbrella, no good official reputation in the local area, and not a single poem or article was left behind. It seemed that apart from a package, the only extra thing on his body was this piece of writing.

Every time he slowly spread out the scroll on the desk, the head of the Zhao family in Tianshui would bring a pot of wine.

From reading a word with a sip of wine in the prime of life, to reading numbers with a sip of wine in old age, to today, an old man can read an entire page of words with just half a bottle of wine.

And that copybook begins in the sixth year of Yuanjia.

It happened to be the year when the Dali border army won the bitter border battle with the Lu cavalry.

The Great Li cavalry, which was scolded by a civil servant in the Household Department who was angry at book business for being militaristic, was in this year that the arrogant 120,000 elite cavalry of the Lu family were beaten to the ground and killed, as the common people said. There were countless enemies, and the Dali border army reached the Lu family's territory for the first time, a great border victory that had not been seen in hundreds of years!

To use the terminology of the Dali officialdom, with a little more care, the Lu family's iron cavalry, which was invincible in the past, was killed with "no one on the horse's back"!

From then on, there were no Lushi cavalry in the northern mountains and rivers of Aquarius Continent, only the Great Li cavalry.

Liu Gao gently put away the copybook, turned to the young man and said, "Tell your grandfather that the two seals will be wrapped on my body."

Han Zhoujin, a monk from the Earth Branch lineage, secretly left the capital and came to the capital, a small temple with little reputation.

She stood at the door and saw a young man who was copying scriptures in the dormitory. He looked focused and meticulous, copying a Buddhist scripture in small regular script.

That man looked like he was just a handsome and elegant kid from aristocratic family.

But Han Zhoujin was extremely nervous, and his palms were even sweaty.

The contemporary head of the Zizhao Yan family is Yan Yongfeng, the minister of Guanglu Temple. Compared with a man with the surname Shangzhu, his official position is neither big nor small. The key is that he is the Qingshui Yamen of Xiaojiuqing. But Yan’s real words The person in question is a figure that no one dares to underestimate.

It was Yan Jiaoran who was a Taoist with good looks and good looks in Han Zhoujin's eyes.

Yan Jiaoran is proficient in cursive script, but he likes to copy scriptures here in small regular script. It seems that every time he goes to Beijing, he will come here to copy scriptures in his spare time.

This is the third time Han Zhoujin has seen this person here.

After copying one sentence, Yan Jiaoran turned around and said with a smile: "Come in and sit down, what are you doing in a daze?"

Yan Jiaoran lowered his head and said softly: "Miss Han, wait a moment, there are still more than a hundred words left."

Han Zhoujin closed the door gently and stood at the door.

Before meeting Mr. Chen, Han Zhoujin was only afraid of the person in front of him.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was the rustle of pen rubbing paper.

After Yan Jiaoran finished copying a Buddhist scripture, he gently put down his pen, turned to look at the woman standing at the door, and said with a smile: "I'd rather sit down."

Han Zhoujin quickly took a few steps forward, moved a chair and sat down.

Yan Jiaoran reached out and pressed a rare copybook on the table, "I heard from Cui Guoshi before that calligraphy is the most unpopular path, worse than painting. He advised me not to waste my mind and energy on this kind of thing. Later, I was about to Seeing that I was unrepentant, maybe you thought I had some talent? After one meeting, he gave me a few pointers and threw me this cursive calligraphy book."

Han Zhoujin listened to every word.

It's just that she doesn't know the use of remembering these.

Yan Jiaoran suddenly asked: "Over there at the inn, the nine of you seem to have suffered a lot?"

Han Zhoujin just wanted to describe the process of those fighting in detail.

Yan Jiaoran waved his hand and said: "You don't need to say anything in detail, you just need to talk about how the Yin Guan master gave you advice, for example, did he mention the ruins of Tongbai Paradise and the Sword Immortal retinue beside you? ?”

Han Zhoujin did not dare to hide anything and came one by one.

There is still one person missing to complete the nine earthly branches. Maybe except for the young man surviving, each has his own background. The Imperial Master did not prohibit them from communicating with the outside world back then.

"Everything works together, attack from all sides, the energy channels are smooth, and the laws are strict."

Unexpectedly, Yan Jiaoran gently patted the Dharma postscript and began to change the topic again, saying: "The paper is written from the side and the pen is drawn from the center. The cursive writing is the essence of knowledge, but it is the word 'correct' that gives it the grandeur. Miss Han, do you think it’s strange?”

After all, Han Zhoujin was not a fool. He finally understood what the other party meant, and immediately nodded and said: "Mr. Chen is very measured in his actions. It seems to be unconstrained, but in fact, if you pay a little more attention, you will find that there are rules to follow, and everything is right." Within the rules.”

Yan Jiaoran smiled and said nothing.

Han Zhoujin held his breath and concentrated, sitting aside.

Yan Jiaoran smiled and said, "Miss Han, you don't have to be so reserved."

Han Zhoujin nodded.

But her restraint has not diminished at all.

Yan Jiaoran.

The monks who are responsible for deploying all the Da Li cavalry are not only responsible for recording military achievements, but also for rewards and punishments. Therefore, the Da Li soldiers and the Xingli department may not be able to really intervene in the matter of the monks who accompany the army.

Yan Jiaoran is like the shadow of the Great Li Dynasty, existing only in the night.

It is recognized that he is one of the absolute confidants of the national teacher Cui Chan.

Naturally, Han Zhoujin could not verify the authenticity of this obscure statement.

But Han Zhoujin is extremely certain of the fact that Yan Jiaoran had a fight with Song Changjing in his early years!

In addition, Han Zhoujin also knew about a secret matter. Yan Jiaoran and Qi Zhen, the Great Heavenly Lord of Shengaozong, were close friends with a very different age, and they were sworn friends.

That's why the Yan family was able to take the lead, snatch her away from the hands of Dali Nianganlang, and bring her back to the Yan family from the blessed land of Qingtan.

"The friend Chen Ping'an mentioned, if he guessed correctly, should be Liu Jinglong of Taihui Sword Sect. As for him asking you to go to the Fire Temple to find Aunt Feng, just go and ask where the center of the formation is, and cherish these two Fairy fate on Fenshan Mountain."

Yan Jiaoran stood up and said, "Let's go, it's time to eat. I'll treat Miss Han to a bowl of plain noodles."

Yan Jiaoran got up and took Han Zhoujin out of the dormitory. When they entered the next room, there was only a table and four benches.

Because he was a big pilgrim here, Yan Jiaoran did not need to go to the vegetarian restaurant. He directly asked a personal attendant who showed up to order two vegetarian noodles from the temple monks.

Yan Jiaoran did not sit in the main seat opposite the door. He stretched out his hand to touch Han Zhoujin and said with a smile: "The reason why I like coming here is half greed and half Zen."

Soon, a young novice with steady steps came over and brought two bowls of plain noodles.

Han Zhoujin lowered his head and looked at the bowl of noodles in front of him, which was both delicious and delicious.

Shiitake mushrooms, reed sprouts, green onions, fried tofu, vinegar radish, and several hot and sour dishes that I can’t even name.

Coupled with the toppings, Han Zhoujin, a simple-minded monk, suddenly had an appetite for chopsticks.

To each his own.

Yan Jiaoran rolled up a piece of vegetarian noodles with chopsticks, chewed it carefully, put a piece of vegetarian food into his mouth, and said for no reason, "Actually, when I was young, I secretly went to Daoxuan Mountain."

Just as Han Zhoujin was about to stop using his chopsticks, Yan Jiaoran said with a smile: "Don't be too reserved. It's not that I think there's anything wrong with you, but I'm the most afraid of trouble and dislike trouble the most. I have to remind you of some nonsense from time to time. You It doesn’t matter whether you’re annoying or not, but you really annoy me.”

Han Zhoujin said nothing, just rolled up a large piece of noodles with chopsticks, lowered his head and ate it.

"It was quite miserable. I took the mountain turtle in Old Dragon City to Xuanxuan Mountain. It was my first and only cross-continental trip. Along the way, I was learning the elegant sayings of the Middle-earth Divine Continent.

Otherwise, when we get to Daixuan Mountain, we will be regarded as a country bumpkin, and it will be difficult for us to pay outside. At that time, we in Aquarius Island were very unpopular, and we, Da Li, were even regarded as barbarians from the north. Then This kind of discomfort, neither big nor small, is everywhere. It makes me, a person who is said to have obsessive-compulsive disorder by Cui Guoshi, how uncomfortable I feel. "

"Miss Han, you are young, so you may not be able to understand this statement. Of course, you will not be able to understand it in the future. This is a very lucky thing."

"Guess what will be my biggest regret when I cross the Hanging Mountain and reach the Great Wall of Sword Qi?"

Han Zhoujin could only shake his head.

How can I guess this?

Yan Jiaoran smiled.

It's a pity that it's not the young hidden official.

"It's the Great Wall of Sword Qi with as many swordsmen as clouds. There is only one swordsman named Yan."

"His name is Yan Ming."

"He is also a hero who knows how to do business."

Having said this, Yan Jiaoran rolled up the plain noodles with chopsticks and nodded to himself.

What is the true dragon vein of a country?

It's a horse's hoof, it's silver.

What is the peak of national power? The most intuitive thing is the deafening sound of horse hooves on the battlefield.

There is also the sound of the abacus in the accounting room, which can be distantly harmonious with the sound of books in the school.

"So when I arrived at the Great Wall of Sword Qi, the first thing I did was go to the gate of the Yan family and register my number. I said that my surname was Yan and that I came from Aquarius Continent."

Yan Jiaoran stretched out a thumb and wiped the corner of his mouth. He couldn't hold it back and smiled from ear to ear. "In the end, the old concierge didn't report it and just gave me a tip. Miss Han?"

Han Zhoujin raised his head and said bravely: "Is it the word 'get out'?"

Yan Jiaoran continued: "I was young and had a bad temper at that time, so I wanted to fight with that old guy. I never thought that the old concierge who could hardly walk unsteadily turned out to be a golden elixir swordsman."

Yan Jiaoran stretched out a finger and tapped his forehead, "A flying sword stopped right here, making my hair stand on end."

"Well, it doesn't matter if I wet my pants. Although I was young and not at a high level at the time, it's not like I haven't killed someone before."

"But the feeling of hanging by a thread makes me still brood to this day. It's not that I can't let go of almost being killed, but that feeling of powerlessness is so frustrating. Why is the other party so powerful? Why are you so weak and stupid?"

"I see that all nine of you are stupider than me."

"Haha, the proud son of heaven selected from the mountains and rivers of a continent has no realm of cultivation and heavenly materials and earthly treasures, but his character is so useless."

"Before, I was wondering why the Imperial Master, who is best at carving people's hearts, left you there, sitting in a well and looking at the sky, with your eyes growing on your forehead. It turns out that the Imperial Master had indeed planned it for a long time."

Yan Jiaoran seemed to be off topic again as he spoke, squinting and smiling, "I heard that Yan Jianxian, before the end of that war, he was doing the abacus in an accounting room of Qixuanshan Chunbanzhai."

"So no one knows how much I want to meet that young official and ask him personally about Yan Jianxian, who still went to the city despite his broken arms, how good his swordsmanship is and how good he is at killing monsters."

"It's just to avoid suspicion. I can't ask questions unless I see him. That's why I called you here this time. I need your help to ask about such a small matter."

The traveling monks in the vast world, facing the sword cultivators of the Great Wall of Sword Qi,

Later, the border troops from various countries in Aquarius Continent faced the Great Li Cavalry.

Maybe Yan Jiaoran had the same feeling when he faced the concierge sword cultivator in the early years.

Yan Jiaoran will soon go to the wild world with Cao Ping, the hunting envoy.

The temple was built at the foot of the mountain. After Han Zhoujin left, Yan Jiaoran leaned against the door and looked at the green mountains above.

There is no one in the empty mountain, and the water flows and the flowers bloom.

Do not doubt that Taoists sit in empty meditation and heroes become immortals when they sheath their swords.

The head of the Ma family in Poyang, Ma Yuan was born with a big, round body and a fleshy face. However, he could write extremely well in small regular script with hairpin flowers, was proficient in arithmetic, and always spoke in a soft voice when talking to others.

Ma Yuan was not yet fifty years old. For a central official in the capital, he could be said to be in his prime in officialdom.

However, Ma Yuan was neither a warrior nor a Taoist, but now he was in charge of the entire Dali money bag.

In terms of the rapid rise in Dali's officialdom, Ma Yuan in the capital in the north and Liu Qingfeng in the capital in the south were the most rapid.

Of course he is also the one who gets scolded the most.

Because Ma Yuan is now the Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs.

The plan of a country.

Today, a group of high-ranking officials from the Department of Household Purposes were called into the room by Lord Shangshu. None of them dared to breathe.

Except for Guan Yiran.

That is to say, there are so many people now, as long as the door is closed and this guy has finished chatting about official business, he dares to hook up with Lord Shangshu.

As a yamen official, he didn't dare to drink. No one would stop him from drinking tea. When Guan Yiran got here, after talking about things, he would search for tea leaves everywhere.

Ma Yuan's imperial examination master was Guan Yiran's great-grandfather.

No matter who asked Ma Yuan to conduct inspections of the capital over the years when he was an official in Beijing, or to make plans for the imperial court when he was an official abroad, Ma Yuan was always ranked first and second best without any suspense.

The problem is that every three years, the Grand Plan is inspected in Beijing. It has always been one-third of an acre of land belonging to Mr. Guan, the Minister of Civil Affairs. Even though there are auxiliary officials from other yamen cooperating, and their official titles are not small, Mr. Guan is out of the picture. Those who are famous say the same thing, and have all the power.

Ma Yuan scolded those household ministers so much that no one could escape.

After training those lieutenants as their grandchildren, Ma Yuan left Guan Yiran alone. Looking at the subordinate who was not too young, Ma Yuan had mixed feelings. For no reason, he thought of the great-grandfather of the guy in front of him.

"Ma Yuan, you have graduated from the third rank. The good news is that you have been promoted. The bad news is that your future evaluation will depend on the wishes of His Majesty the Emperor."

"But don't worry, I can still say a few words to His Majesty and the Imperial Preceptor."

It was indeed a bit difficult during the years when Ma Yuan was promoted from the official department to the minister.

It’s not that it’s difficult to be an official, it’s that it’s difficult to be a human being.

A heavenly official from the Ministry of Civil Affairs unabashedly protected him in the officialdom, which made a descendant of Shangzhu Kingdom bear a lot of gossip.

During the three years and seven moves of the Ministry of Personnel, even if Ma Yuan was born in the Ma family of Poyang, who wouldn't be jealous?

Later, he was transferred to the Ministry of Revenue. Once, Ma Yuan and a large group of officials were discussing matters in the Shangshu room. He was so angry that he slammed the table and uttered a famous official saying.

"Damn it, I admit that I am Mr. Guan's illegitimate son, okay?!"

After the court meeting the next day, Mr. Guan specifically called out to Ma Yuan, who was walking as fast as flying, and said seriously: "Ma Yuan, don't talk nonsense like this in the future. Your Majesty and the Imperial Preceptor have heard about yesterday's discussion in the imperial study room. The Imperial Preceptor also heard about it. I mentioned it specifically, but the way His Majesty looked at me was not right."

Ma Yuan nodded.

I did commit an official taboo.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Guan slapped Ma Yuan on the back of the head, "Thanks to the help of the imperial master, he said something fair, saying that I can't give birth to a crooked kid like you."

Just a joke.

Ma Yuan is actually very clear about why he has been able to rise rapidly in the officialdom.

Because he is proficient in arithmetic, he has a natural acumen for numbers.

When Ma Yuan was still working as a new scholar in the Ministry of Household Affairs, Cui Chan, the state minister, privately gave Ma Yuan a large pile of arithmetic classics and an extra piece of paper on which ten arithmetic calculations were written. difficult questions, and ten similar imperial examination questions.

Ma Yuan asked: "Yi Ran, do you think Da Li still needs a new national preceptor?"

Guan Yiran felt dizzy for a while, "Uncle Ma, if you ask me what a cold-blooded official is doing, you have to ask the Emperor."

There is no need to call him Lord Shangshu. The only ones who can answer this question are a pair of uncles and nephews with different surnames.

Ma Yuan scolded him with a serious face: "Fuck you, Liubu Yamen, the big and small Jiuqing, our household department bench is the least cold."

Guan Yiran started to rummage through the cabinets again. Now, Master Shangshu's tea was hidden more and more hiddenly. While looking for it, he casually said: "Whoever has a big official hat will have a loud voice."

He is worthy of being "the illegitimate son of Ma Shangshu" for he dares to speak and act so unscrupulously.

Ma Yuan rubbed his cheek, the little bastard really deserved a beating.

Master Shangshu leaned back on his chair. The official documents on the table were divided into categories and neatly arranged. There was not even a wrinkle in all the books.

He may not be a civil or military official in the officialdom of Dali. Everyone naturally wants to be a good official and can be a capable minister and official.

But when there is a person in the temple who looks at everyone so coldly year after year, and no one knows what that person is thinking, then we have to stop being good officials.

But that person said to Ma Yuan in private, if one day he is no longer in the officialdom, you can still do this, which is the true and correct knowledge of meritorious service.

There are two or three close friends in the world, so you don’t have to hate them.

Ma Yuan did not dare to say that the Imperial Preceptor was his confidant, let alone that he was his confidant Cui Chan.

There is one extremely happy thing in life, and this life is not in vain.

As the Prime Minister of the country, I, Ma Yuan, have done my best for the Great Li court, so that the invincible Great Li cavalry never lacked one tael of silver in military pay during the war, and never deducted one tael of silver in pension after the war.

So if I, Ma Yuan, am not arrogant, who will count?

Thinking of this, Master Shangshu felt that the bastard's rummaging suddenly became more pleasing to the eyes.

Ma Yuan glanced at the hand-written inkstone on the table and said, "The inkstone has no inscription, so it's a fly in the ointment."

"Just think of it as a beautiful jade."

Finally, I found a tin tea can for Guan Yiran. It was engraved with poetry and signed "Shi". It was made by everyone and was more valuable than the tea in the can.

Ma Yuan remained silent.

Guan Yiran put the tin can in his sleeve, patted his head, and said that there was an official document that needed to be processed urgently, and hurried out the door.

Ma Yuan suddenly said: "Yi Ran, although choosing friends is the first priority in life, you still need to maintain a sense of proportion and the right distance to advance and retreat appropriately."

Guan Yiran had just crossed the threshold, turned around and smiled brightly, "I understand, Lord Shangshu."

Ma Yuan stretched out his hand, "Bring it here."

Guan Yiran pretended to be stupid and said: "What?"

In Honglu Temple, which is a neighbor of the Hubu Yamen Office, an old man called Xunqu.

Xunqu was just a junior from the ninth rank. Logically speaking, there was a huge gap in rank between him and the minister of Honglu Temple.

Honglu Temple, as one of the yamen of the Xiaojiuqing of the Great Li court, was originally just a place for people to let loose farts according to the ridicule of the six yamen. But now, with the prosperity of the Great Li court and the frequent exchanges with other continents, Honglu Temple has become more and more frequent. The status of Lu Temple has been rising. Originally, if young officials from Dali were transferred to serve in Honglu Temple, they would be regarded as a kind of demotion, and it would be extremely difficult for them to get ahead in the officialdom. But that is not the case now.

The Lord Temple Minister looked kindly and asked with a smile: "Xunqu, how are you preparing the reports for the various ministries and departments?"

Xun Qu replied respectfully: "Except for the Ministry of War, which is still unwilling to let go, the other departments are very easy to talk to. There are six more reports than last time."

The Lord Temple Minister laughed and said: "Six wall grasses fell in the wind."

Xunqu pretended not to hear the old man's complaints.

This Lord of Honglu Temple is named Changsun Mao, and he is from a local noble family in the capital. He is also the old man in officialdom who used to wait at his door in the first month of the first lunar month when Guan Yiran didn't show up, and then scolded the young people for not knowing how to behave. In terms of age, official qualifications, and official hat, Changsun Mao is one "generation" lower than Mr. Guan of the Ministry of Civil Affairs.

He claims to have been a child prodigy for ten years, a genius for twenty years, and a famous official for thirty years. When one day he retires and returns to his hometown, he will live a few more years and strive to be a god for another thirty years. Then he will be called a god. He is a person who has spent most of his life in wealth, old age and leisure.

Honglu Temple is one of the old yamen of the Dali court that never changed its address, so it occupies a very vast area. The upper reaches of the Changpu River flows here, so there are small bridges and flowing water inside the yamen, and the scenery is beautiful. In the past hundred years, one of the achievements of the successive ministers of Honglu Temple is that they withstood the pressure one by one, never moved, and never gave up their talents.

Changsun Mao gently rubbed his wrists and took a walk with the young students on the bridge on the river. The pines and cypresses on the river were evergreen and the color was towering. The old man walked on the bridge with slow steps and looked at the people who were about the same age as Dali Honglu Temple. Looking at the ancient trees, I couldn't help but sigh: "Human life is also straight. This thing has been growing for many years. It is like water that has gone and never returned, and it is like pine and cypress that has not moved with the times."

The old man stamped his feet and said with a smile: "Before you young people entered Honglu Temple, you didn't know that the officials here were useless and aggrieved. The earliest suzerain country, the Lu Dynasty, and officials from the Sui Dynasty were envoys to Da Li. They When speaking here, regardless of the size of the official's hat, his voice will be raised a bit, as if he is afraid that all the Honglu Temple officials of our Dali Song family will be deaf. Do you think it is irritating? "

"Of all the yamen in the capital, Cui Guoshi is the most indifferent to Honglu Temple. The number of times he has been here as a guest can only be counted on one's fingers. The last time Cui Guoshi set foot here was at the end of winter in the fifth year of Yuanjia. So. The old man of Honglu Temple felt guilty every time this matter was brought up by other yamen, and he could not hold his head high. At the end of winter that year, a young official from the Lu Dynasty was able to lead the envoys to Li Jingcheng. At that time, as the newly appointed Minister of Honglu Temple, I accompanied them on their tour, and I heard a sentence that made me so angry that my face turned livid, my lips trembled, and I almost didn’t roll up my sleeves to fight with them..."

The old man patted the bridge railing and said, "If I remember correctly, it's around here."

The old man raised his hand, raised it high, above his head, "This is how the Lu family officials at that time looked at us and talked to us."

"The sound of horse hooves at the border is not loud, and it is useless no matter how loud our Honglu Temple officials speak."

"As long as the horses' hooves are thundering on the battlefield, no one will dare to talk nonsense even if you don't say a word."

The old man put away his hand and pointed at Xun Qu, "You young people in Dali's officialdom, especially the officials who are working in our Honglu Temple now, are very lucky, so you must cherish this hard-won luck. We must be prepared for danger in times of peace and make persistent efforts.”

The old man put his hands behind his back and laughed at himself: "I was holding back my internal injuries that time. I was so angry that I planned to resign. I felt that it would be useless without me."

"On the day I submitted my resignation to the imperial court, the Imperial Preceptor unexpectedly came to Honglu Temple. After all, I was the most senior official here at the time, so I came here to see the Imperial Preceptor. I was full of resentment and deliberately made a fuss. I didn’t let him go, and the Imperial Master didn’t say anything. He didn’t persuade, scold, or get angry. He had a frank interview with me and gave me advice about the country. In fact, the Imperial Master didn’t care. Just asked me a question, if being an official is only enjoyable when the country is strong, then who will be an official when a country is weak?"

The old man patted himself on the shoulder for no reason, but unfortunately it was not the end of winter and there was no heavy snow yet.

The meeting at the end of Yuan Jia's fifth year was in the middle of winter when it was snowing heavily. The snow on the road was so heavy that the pines and cypresses made the sound of broken branches and crackling sounds from time to time.

Before leaving Honglu Temple that year, the Imperial Master patted Changsun Mao on the shoulder, and with a smile and a calm heart, he spoke to the outgoing Minister of Honglu Temple.

But it doesn’t matter. Your eldest son, Sun Mao, is not willing to be a useless official. Someone else will step forward. You can just retreat to the mountains and enjoy the happiness while the literati sit back and talk and curse the heaven and the earth. You can rest assured that the future Dali court will tolerate it. You are so angry at book business.

Changsun Mao looked towards the distance of the road.

It seems that I vaguely saw a scene from the past.

An old man in a Confucian shirt with frosty white temples drifted away in the wind and snow, leaving Honglu Temple just like that.

Changsun Mao still had some words that he had not said aloud today.

For example, that year, he was so angry at the words of an official of the Lu family. In fact, what really made Changsun Mao feel heartbroken was the almost numb look on the old men of Dali Honglu Temple that he caught out of the corner of his eye. It comes from the bones of course.

Changsun Mao continued to move forward, "I was lucky enough to live in a peaceful and prosperous age. I was born into a well-off family. I became famous at a young age. I have capable officials and a wealthy family. I married a quiet wife and had smart children. I encountered changes that have not happened in a thousand years. The government is clear and clear, and the army and horses are strong. Stand up and try to turn the tide. If you can enjoy your grandchild happily, if you can die without any illness in the future and get a decent posthumous title, it can be said that you are a complete blessing if your life is like this."

Changsun Mao suddenly turned around and asked, "How is Master Chen's knowledge?"

Xun Qu was a little surprised, because the last time they met, Master Siqing had already asked the same question, and Xun Qu had given him the same answer.

Changsun Mao raised his hands, breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "What's so difficult about writing poetry? It's easy."

The same goes for writing poetry, and the same goes for being an official. Maybe the same is true for being a national preceptor?

Xun Qu was confused when he heard this.

In a large house in Yichi Lane, there was an energetic old woman sitting in the hall. She held a cane in both hands and looked at the Queen and a little girl outside the door with a smile.

The old woman was respected as the old lady in the officialdom of Dali.

She is only twelve years younger than Mr. Guan, just one round apart, and has the same zodiac sign.

The old woman stood up and saluted the Queen.

After receiving a gift first, Queen Yu Mian quickly returned the gift as a junior member of the family.

Yu Yu shouted carelessly: "Second aunt!"

The old lady smiled and nodded.

Song Xu felt extremely awkward.

The old lady usually rests in her hometown.

Not all surnames from Shangzhu Kingdom settled in the capital like Yuan and Cao.

For example, the foundation of the Guan family is still in Yunzai County, Yizhou.

The old lady and Queen Yu Mian were sitting on two adjacent chairs. The old woman reached out and gently held Yu Mian's hand. She looked at the little girl sitting opposite, with a kind look on her face, and said with a pleased smile: "I haven't seen you in a few years. She finally looks a bit like a girl, she has a little undulation when she walks, otherwise she would look like a tomboy and would be difficult to marry."

Yu Yu laughed and said: "It's easy to talk about. It will increase by two or three liang every year. In a few years, it will soon be worthy of the word 'spectacular'! By then, Gaiyan and Han Zhoujin together will be better than But I."

Queen Yu Mian smiled as usual.

His Royal Highness, who was sitting next to Yu Yu, could only drink tea in silence with a sullen face.

The old lady listened to Yu Yu's repayment and chatted about some recent interesting things in the capital.

Comment occasionally.

"Being a human being is very simple. Try to do as few frowning things as possible, and try to have as few teeth-cutting people around you. The road will be wider."

"That little bastard Yuan Huajing's cultivation was too smooth, his realm came too quickly, and his master's temperament couldn't keep up. It's the same as a person who moves too fast and doesn't have the brain to keep up."

Prince Song Xu still pretended not to hear anything.

In fact, Old Taijun and Yuan Huajing are about the same age.

From the outspoken Yu Yu, Song Xu also heard an old story. When Yuan Huajing was young, he had a rather troubling dispute with an old lady of the same age.

The old lady said: "On the way here, at the border of Gyeonggi Province, I saw a hovering ferry in the distance. King Luo seemed to be on top?"

King Song Mu of the Great Li vassal, the younger brother of the Emperor Song He, was granted the title of vassal in ancient Luozhou, which was also one of the birthplaces of the Great River in the central part of the country.

Song Xu immediately said: "Returning to the old lady, the emperor has already taken a boat to the wild world."

The old lady hummed and patted Queen Yu Mian's hand gently.

The old woman smiled and asked: "Your Highness, do you think Chen Jianxian from Luoluoshan is more like our national master, or is he more like Qi Shanchang of Cliff Academy?"

Song Xu was a little embarrassed and glanced at his mother.

Yu Mian shook his head gently.

Yu Yu patted the handle of the chair, and the girl spoke freely as always, "They look alike!"

"impossible."

The old woman shook her head and said: "When Master Qi Shan gave lectures in the academy, it made people feel like sitting in the spring breeze, but also had a lovely feeling in winter. On the other hand, Cui Guoshi was walking in the temple, which made people feel that the autumn wind was chilling, but also the summer was scary. They have very different temperaments and are not related to each other. How can one person have both. Yu Yu, you must be wrong. Your Highness, should you tell me?"

Song Xu had to carefully choose his words and said slowly: "It's almost the same as Yu Yu. Maybe I got it wrong too."

The old lady smiled and nodded: "Mochi is delicious."

Qin Tianjian.

The two supervisors and deputy supervisors began to ask Yuan Tianfeng about the matter, because the Dali imperial court was planning to rename Longzhou to Chuzhou. The name followed the theory of the division of stars. In addition, the names and boundaries of counties and counties were also changed accordingly. Longquan County was changed to Longquan County. It was promoted to Longzhou because the territory covers most of the blessed land of Lizhu that has taken root. Compared with ordinary states, Longzhou has an extremely vast territory, but it only has four counties under its jurisdiction: Celadon, Baoxi, Sanjiang, and Xianghuo. This is not the case in Dali. The imperial court has an extremely unusual setup, so in addition to changing the name of the state, it is now necessary to establish several new counties and add more new counties. This is equivalent to completely disrupting the counties and counties in Longzhou and starting from scratch.

Wei Li, the current governor of Longzhou, will soon have another important role in the court.

In the Dali officialdom, it is recognized that there are two geomantic treasures where it is easiest to get promoted, one is the native Longzhou, and the other is the Qingluan Kingdom of the old vassal.

Yuan Tianfeng looked at the old Longzhou Kanyu map and said with a smile: "I am only responsible for the naming. It involves the specific division of county boundaries. I will not make any suggestions. As for whether these names should be used for counties or counties, you guys Qin Tianjian went to discuss the matter with the Ministry of Rites himself."

In addition to compiling almanacs, Qin Tianjian also had the power to survey geography.

If the changes in celestial phenomena are closely related to the rise and fall of human emperors, then Qin Tianjian's use of arithmetic to calculate the degree of heaven's movement, thereby compiling calendars and giving time to heaven, is an act of establishing Zhengshuo.

Deputy Superintendent Ma smiled and said: "I sincerely ask Mr. Yuan to speak freely."

Divination, fortune-telling, bone weighing, birth date, Ziwei Dou number, dream fortune telling...

This Mr. Yuan is an expert in everything.

Yuan Tianfeng reported a series of county names, Xiandu, Jinyun, Lanxi, Wushang, Wuyi, Wencheng...

When the supervisor and deputy supervisor heard those names, they looked at each other and smiled.

Yuan Tianfeng suddenly said: "You can actually ask someone for his opinion on the name. You might get some unexpected surprises."

The Lord Supervisor looked at the Deputy Supervisor and coughed.

The deputy supervisor turned a deaf ear, and the supervisor began to cough again.

The deputy horse supervisor turned around and asked: "Master Supervisor, is your throat not feeling well?"

Jian Zheng sighed and said, "That's all."

The deputy horse supervisor breathed a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Jianzheng said: "Those who are able work hard. This time I will let Brother Ma continue to take action. Since my surname is Ma, I will definitely take the lead and succeed immediately."

The main courtyard of Jingcheng Road.

The Taoist leader from Chongxu Bureau in Dali had been observing the proceedings and did not interrupt from beginning to end.

But after the discussion, he and Ge Ling walked out of the Taoist temple.

Ge Ling is a Jurong family in the southeastern boundary of Aoping Island.

In fact, their hometowns are similar to that of the Taoist priest who was born in Baiyun Temple of Qingluan Kingdom, but they had no intersection before each came to Beijing.

In the palace garden, the woman lay on the table and began to sob.

The woman suddenly raised her head and snorted coldly. We’ll see!

But when she saw the green bamboo chopsticks on the table, she couldn't help but feel miserable and resentful.

Alley.

Liu Ji's heart suddenly tightened and he turned his head to look into the alley.

The young man opened his eyes wide and saw for the first time an uninvited guest walking out of an alley instead of walking into an alley. A thief with such a high moral character?

Liu Ji was very angry. What a good guy, how dare you break into the Imperial Preceptor's residence?

Do you think I, a Nascent Soul cultivator, am a vegetarian?

The old monk's face was as dark as water, "Hurry up and tell me your name, and then follow me to the Punishment Department."

If this guy forced his way into the alley, I could still be a little more accommodating, and if I stopped him, I would stop him. If I couldn't stop him, I would be brave even if he was a skilled person.

But this guy dared to directly cross the line, wander out from the Imperial Master's house, and walk swaggering in front of him, then I'm sorry, there is no room for maneuver, and there is no room for negotiation.

The man stood at the edge of the White Jade Dojo and introduced himself: "Baidi City, Zheng Juzhong."

The young man just wanted to give the master a customary explanation, introduce a few sentences, and then add that he had never seen the painting of Zheng Juzhong in Baidi City, and he didn't know whether the person in front of him was real or fake, so he had to distinguish between the real and the fake, Master. You have to decide for yourself.

Master Liu almost burst into tears when he finally met a person who signed up for him upon meeting him.

I saw Liu Ji, who was looking very upright, turned sideways to get out of the way, and said in a deep voice: "Welcome Mr. Zheng to be our guest often!"

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After Chen Ping'an walked out of the imperial city gate, he said, "Xiao Mo, let's walk a few more steps and then take me to follow the ferry."

Pei Qian and Cao Qinglang had just boarded a Xianjia ferry and set off south, not long after.

Xiao Mo nodded, and then asked: "Master, are you worried about those two disciples?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "There's nothing to worry about. I just want to see more of them. By the way, let them pass on a message to another student of mine."

Xiao Mo asked curiously: "That student of the Young Master, is Mr. Cui that Fellow Daoist Lu mentioned?"

Chen Pingan asked back: "What did your fellow Taoist Lu say about Cui Dongshan?"

Xiao Mo replied: "In the beginning, middle, back and at the end, Fellow Daoist Lu has four words for each comment. They are a genius, an extraordinary achievement, a comeback, and the attention of the world."

Chen Ping'an nodded, rarely showing a bit of disappointment, and said softly: "So, as a gentleman, I have always been unworthy of my name."

Xiao Mo shook his head and said: "I think this young master's student will never feel that his husband is not worthy of his reputation. He will only feel that he is very lucky and honored."

Chen Pingan endured it again and again, but still couldn't hold it back. He slapped Xiao Mo hard on the shoulder, "What kind of trend is this? It really has nothing to do with me."