Sword of Coming

Chen Ping'an said that he wanted to go out, go to the Fire Temple to find Aunt Feng, ask her to help call people, ask the old coachman three questions, and maybe go to the Hubu Yamen to meet a friend, Ning Yao nodded. , took out a few romance novels about martial arts grievances, picked out one of them, and turned to the fold. She could really read it with gusto. Chen Pingan glanced at the content, glanced over it, and saw the end of the page. , it was written about the protagonist being chased by his enemies on a stormy night. He took refuge and strayed into a mountain temple. He met a person sitting in the main hall, with a green robe and beautiful beard, red and phoenix eyes, looking at the Spring and Autumn Period under the lamp... Chen Ping'an smiled and said, Okay. , I bet that there must be another adventure. As long as one person of the group of people who are chasing and killing can walk out of the temple with all their beards and tail intact, I will lose. Ning Yao squinted at Chen Ping'an and only said two words "reward" and "shut up".

Chen Ping'an went to the inn counter. As a result, even the old shopkeeper, who was born and raised in Dali Capital City, could not give the specific location of the Fire Temple, only a general direction. The old shopkeeper was a little surprised that Chen Pingan, a foreigner, came to the capital and instead of going to the more famous Taoist temple, he wanted to find a fire temple. In the capital city of Dali, the Ancestral Temple of the Song Dynasty, the Confucian Temple dedicated to Confucian sages, and the Imperial Temple dedicated to the monarchs of all dynasties are recognized as the three major temples, but ordinary people are not allowed to go there. But in addition, only the temple fairs at the Duchenghuang Temple and the Dudi Temple are mentioned. , are all very lively.

Chen Ping'an found the only fire temple in the capital. The temple gatekeeper, the old woman Zhu, was an ordinary person. She was old, gray-haired, and senile. However, she recognized the innocent plaque issued by the Ministry of Punishment to the gods on the mountain. I heard that the other party They were coming to see Aunt Feng, so the old woman followed the rules and recorded the name in the book before letting him go. When writing the name of the visitor, the old woman smiled and said, Master Immortal has a very good name. Chen Pingan smiled and said it was all given by his parents. The old woman nodded and told the young man some taboos and rules in the Fire Temple. Then she pointed the way and said that Aunt Feng was in the flower shed.

Chen Pingan followed the route and met Aunt Feng. She was sitting lazily on the stone steps of the flower shed. She had been drinking in the early morning. She seemed to be so tipsy all year round, except that she still wore the colorful The black hair is tied up with a knot. She is wearing a new outfit today, a pink and red silk skirt, and some words used to describe goddesses in strange and mysterious novels. They are put on her body. Cloud posture, moon spirit. When she saw Chen Ping'an, Aunt Feng just raised the wine bottle in her hand and said hello. She straightened her waist slightly and straightened up her brows and eyes. The woman was so good-looking, so natural and charming. It's troublesome, not to mention that Chen Ping'an's family is so jealous.

Chen Ping'an looked at Aunt Feng and felt dazed for a moment because he remembered that there used to be an old man smoking dry cigarettes in the backyard of Yang's medicine shop all year round.

Chen Ping'an didn't follow Aunt Feng's example and sat on the steps, sitting on a stone bench next to the flower shed. Aunt Feng asked with a smile: "Do you want to drink? The most pure and authentic Baihua Liquor, each bottle of wine is not young. Well, those Flower Goddess are still women after all, they are careful, they store and store them very well, and they don’t let the wine slip. My trip to the blessed land back then couldn’t be in vain and I couldn’t plunder a lot.”

Chen Pingan smiled and nodded, and Aunt Feng threw out a jar of Baihua Brewing. Chen Pingan took the jar, seemed to remember something, twisted his wrist, took out two pots of Qingshenshan wine brewed in his own shop, and threw one pot to Feng Pingan. Aunt Feng took it as a return gift and explained: "Aunt Feng gave it a try and opened a small wine shop in partnership with others. The sales volume is good."

Aunt Feng took the wine bottle, put it to her ear, shook it, and smiled strangely. Just this wine, no matter the age or taste, do you have the nerve to give it away?

Chen Ping'an said with a smile: "Of course it's far inferior to Aunt Feng's Baihua Nong, but it's better because it's cheap and good-quality. People pick the wine, but the wine doesn't pick the person."

Aunt Feng threw another jar of wine to Chen Ping'an and joked: "If you want to keep my pot of Baihua Brewing, just say it. I want to ask Aunt Feng for an extra jar. What's the point of being embarrassed? It's really a waste of money." "

Chen Pingan didn't take it seriously. Since Aunt Feng was Mr. Qi's friend, she was her elder. If her elders said a few words to her, don't worry about it. Just listen.

Chen Pingan took out a wine bowl, opened the red paper and mud seal of the wine jar, and poured a bowl of wine. The red paper and yellow mud sealing were both unusual, especially the latter. The soil quality was quite strange. Chen Pingan twisted it with his fingers. Picking up some soil and twisting it gently, in fact, the people at the foot of the mountain only know the term "jinshishou", but they don't know that soil also has the term "year". Chen Pingan asked curiously: "Aunt Feng, is this soil the ten thousand-year soil of the Hundred Flowers Blessed Land? So? Expensive wine and a long history, could it be that it was paid tribute to someone in the early years?"

Aunt Feng nodded, "You have a good eye. Everything you look at is money. And you guessed it right. In the early years, Baihua Brewing, which was sealed with thousands of years of soil, would be divided into three parts every hundred years and paid tribute to the three parties respectively. Except for Fengdu Ghost In the Sixth Palace of the Mansion, there is also the Fangzhushan Qingjun who is in charge of the Cave Heaven Blessed Land on the earth and all the earthly immortal books. However, he is not the old man in the backyard of the Yang family medicine shop. Moreover, this gentleman has no connection with the old heaven, but in fact he is already very remarkable. What Qingjun did in his early years Fangzhu Mountain, which is governed by Fangzhu Mountain, was originally a commanding office higher than the Five Mountains of Haoran. It was responsible for eradicating the names of the deceased and the names of the superiors. It was finally recorded in the "Record of the Immortal" in the top-grade Qinglu Zizhang, or in the middle-grade Huanglu and White Slips. 'Record of Immortality', 'Please engrave the name of the immortal' in Fangzhu Mountain, Qingjun signed it like an ultimatum. In short, there is an extremely complicated set of rules, much like the officialdom of later generations... Forget it, talking about this is too boring, they have already been translated It’s useless to say more. Anyway, if you really want to trace the origin, it can be regarded as some attempts by the Li Sheng to formulate etiquette in the early years. Whether it’s a detour, a long detour, or a journey on the high road, in short it’s all... comparison Thank you for your hard work. Anyway, if you are really interested in these old events, you can ask your husband. The old scholar has read a lot of miscellaneous books."

Chen Pingan asked tentatively: "There is a sect in Aaizhou called Jiudushan. The ancestral hall has a secret direct descendant named Wei Bianlang, also known as Baoji Cheng. He is known as the green holder. With this Does Fangzhu Mountain have any inheritance relationship?"

Deng Liang, one of the foreign sword cultivators of the hermit official lineage in the summer palace, is the master of the Suran Peak of Jiudu Mountain in Aaizhou, and now he has become the chief priest of the Ancestral Hall of Feisheng City.

Aunt Feng sneered: "It's just a little bit of light. Little Jiudu Mountain can't be compared with that Fangzhu Mountain. It's just the founder of Jiudu Mountain. By chance, he got part of the Broken Mountain and barely inherited some Tao Yun Immortal." pulse."

As for the three parties, Aunt Feng seems to have missed one, so Chen Ping'an won't go into details. If Aunt Feng doesn't tell, there must be some unknown taboos here.

And in these words, Aunt Feng's respect for the Lisheng was obviously from the bottom of her heart.

Chen Ping'an hesitated for a moment and then asked: "Dare you ask Aunt Feng, Mr. Three Mountains and Nine Lords?"

Aunt Feng shook her head, and Chen Pingan stopped asking any more questions. In the end, she only drank a bowl of Baihua Brew, and found that it benefited the soul quite a lot, beyond expectation. In the small world of the human body, those similar to the Chujun Shantou Qifu who had not yet opened up the territory. , and many white-painted mountains and rivers with few paintings. Like the rain after a long drought, strands gather like rain curtains, and spiritual energy falls like rain. He is a real Jade Pure Realm monk. If he were replaced by an Earth Immortal, wouldn't he be Is there a heavy rain of spiritual energy falling to the ground? As for the monks in the lower five realms, it is estimated that after drinking such a bowl of wine, they will be "drunk" by Peiran's spiritual energy. Therefore, Chen Ping'an doesn't plan to continue drinking. He only needs to practice his own practice step by step. Of course, these kinds of foreign objects from the immortal family that help accumulate spiritual energy are of great use, but in fact they are of little significance. Go back and give the two jars of wine to Zhang Jiazhen and Jiang respectively. Especially Zhang Jiazhen, the little accountant who worked for Wei Wenlong, and the former boy of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, now have white hair because they cannot practice.

In front of Aunt Feng, he directly put away the wine jar and bowl, even the yellow mud crumbs on the table. Then Chen Pingan said: "Aunt Feng, could you help me to say hello to the coachman and ask him?" Come here to talk about it.”

Aunt Feng smiled and said, "Here we come."

The old man who drove Dong Hu and the Queen Mother successively fell to the ground outside the flower shed. Aunt Feng rolled her eyes charmingly and raised her hand to wave the dust.

The old coachman stood with his arms folded across his chest, not even looking at Chen Ping'an. This little bastard is just relying on a Taoist monk who is an Ascension Realm sword cultivator to see what you can do.

The old man said angrily: "If you fart, hurry up."

Chen Ping'an didn't bother to care about this old guy's chat skills. Did he really think he was Gu Qingsong or Liu Chicheng? He just got straight to the point and asked: "Is the Queen Mother of Dali, Lu Jiang, whose pseudonym is Nanhao, from the Lu family of the Yin and Yang family in Middle Earth?"

Aunt Feng looked a little surprised and took a sip of wine. How did Chen Pingan know this inside story? This is a deeply hidden line. The late Emperor Dali fell into the trap back then and almost became a puppet. It was not without reason that Nan Hao, or Lu Jiang, was demoted to Changchun Palace by the late emperor. The South Hairpin is actually the South Hairpin of Yuzhang County, but with the string of spiritual beads, she can remember the memories of previous lives. Otherwise, given the ambition of the late Emperor Da Li, Lu Jiang would definitely not be able to survive if he reminisced about the old relationship between the couple. In the history books, however, It is a record of the death of Empress Dali due to illness.

The old coachman said bluntly: "I don't know, change it."

Aunt Feng nodded lightly. The old coachman really didn't know about this. He just had the strength to keep his head off.

The old master said angrily: "Aunt Feng, why are you flirting with him? You and I are our own family, and there must be a limit to how far we can turn our elbows!"

Chen Ping'an continued to ask: "Who first taught the secret method about the firing of Lizhu Cave Heaven's natal porcelain?"

The old coachman hesitated for a moment and said dullly: "It was made by the joint efforts of Mr. Yang Lao'er and Mr. Sanshan Jiuhou."

Chen Pingan took a deep breath and asked slowly: "Master Yao of Longyao, is he a Buddhist?"

The old coachman glanced at Aunt Feng, as if he was complaining that none of the questions she had helped to come up with were right, causing many of his prepared drafts to go to waste.

Aunt Feng turned a blind eye and just drank and watched the fun.

The old coachman nodded.

Chen Pingan remained silent.

When I was young, I used to kowtow to the three Bodhisattva statues in the immortal tomb. There was a child who went up mountains and rivers and broke through the poor quality straw sandals he had knitted, one pair after another. At that time, he felt that Bodhisattvas were easy to find, but herbs on the mountains were hard to find.

Master Yao. Medicine Buddha.

East Aquarius Island. The leader of Dongfang Jingliuli World.

Aunt Feng raised her head and took a sip of wine, and then said to Chen Ping'an from the bottom of her heart: "I advised Qi Jingchun back then. In fact, it is right for a gentleman not to save him. It's okay for you to leave. Just say that Old Man Yao will never do it." Leave it alone, otherwise there would be no need for him to go to Lizhu Cave, and he would definitely return to Haoran from the Western Buddhist Kingdom, but Qi Jingchun still didn't agree, but in the end he didn't give any reason."

There is probably an archway building, and the plaque left by the Confucian saint is Qi Jingchun's silent answer, and he did his part.

Chen Ping'an lowered his head and looked at his cloth shoes. After raising his head, he asked the last question, "Who was I in my previous life?"

The old coachman shook his head and said, "I don't know. Let's try another one."

Aunt Feng smiled and said, "Forget it, let me answer it for you. Chen Ping'an, don't think too much, you are not who you are. Anyway, at least I am sure that in my previous life, I was not a great mountain monk or a Buddhist monk." Man, because I was curious back then, I went to the Yang Family Pharmacy. The old man once gave me a definite answer. There was nothing surprising about your previous life, and possibly beyond. So you and your parents, your family of three, are very... Ordinary, there is no great foundation to speak of. At that time, it was rare for Old Man Yang to take the initiative to say one more thing, saying that you are just a mud-legged person with a hard life. "

Chen Pingan's eyebrows relaxed a bit and he breathed a sigh of relief. Then you really don’t have to worry about anything anymore.

The old coachman didn't want to stay here for a long time, and it made him feel bad to take another look at the man in green shirt.

Chen Ping'an suddenly narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Aunt Feng is willing to help matchmaking and act as a middleman for us, which actually means a lot of things. So I would like to remind you one last thing, don't mess with me in the future."

Aunt Feng smiled knowingly, "Listen, this is what a smart person should say. Old coachman, you should learn more in the future."

The old coachman was in a dilemma, but he wanted to say something cruel, but when he thought of Ning Yao in the capital, he couldn't hold it back, so he turned around and spit on the ground. When he saw Chen Ping'an... Raising her eyebrows, the Feng family's mother-in-law also had a displeased look on her face. The old coachman rubbed the toe of his shoe to wipe it clean, then jumped up, and his figure instantly disappeared without a trace.

Aunt Feng glanced at the young man, he looked slightly tired, which is human nature.

Then she saw that Chen Pingan took out the wine bowl again, poured a bowl of wine from Qingshenshan, shook it, and began to drink by himself. He was young and had a good mind. Not only calm, but also transparent.

Chen Ping'an raised the wine bowl and said with a smile, "Thank you, Aunt Feng."

Aunt Feng picked up the wine bottle in her hand and each drank.

Chen Pingan asked a question that he had been curious about for many years, but it was not a big deal, just out of curiosity, "Aunt Feng, do you know that the carvings on the back of a statue are like a little poem, who carved them? Li Liu, Or Ma Kuxuan?"

Li Liu was the former co-owner of the rivers and lakes. As one of the five supreme gods of ancient times, even the Lushui Peng was one of her summer resorts, and the real responsibility of the god was still the long river of time. The remains of all the ancient gods turned into stars in the sky, or their golden bodies dissipated and merged into time, but in fact they all rested in the long river of time.

Chen Ping'an couldn't tell whose handwriting it was just based on the handwriting, but Li Liu and Ma Kuxuan were the most likely.

Aunt Feng shook her head and said with a smile: "I don't care, I'm not curious."

Chen Pingan asked: "Aunt Feng said someone wanted to see me earlier. Is it shopkeeper Yang from the pharmacy in my hometown? Or... General Su, the hunting envoy?"

The former was told by Liu Xianyang. Shopkeeper Yang died without any illness in his early years. After his death, he worked as an errand at the Chenghuang Temple in the capital. He served as a night wandering god, which was considered to have entered the officialdom of the mountains and rivers. He could continue to protect the children of the family with his virtue. As for Su Gaoshan, it was Chen Ping'an's guess that it was very likely that he would become a heroic spirit on the battlefield after his death. Dali helped arrange an escape route, such as serving as the god of the martial arts temple in the capital, and Su Gaoshan in turn maintained the country's martial arts. This was a natural thing.

Moreover, Su Gaoshan was born in the Han tribe. He relied on his military exploits along the way and served as a hunting envoy during his lifetime. He was already a military minister with the highest official position. However, he was not one of those powerful nobles of the Jia tribe. Once a general died and lost his backbone, it would be easy for him to leave the tea. Often, The whole family was left in the cold.

Aunt Feng smiled and said: "It's Shopkeeper Yang. After Su Gaoshan died, the last part of his life was to travel around the world at night as a ghost, personally escorting his ghost soldiers back north and back to their hometown. When Su Gaoshan and the last one After Pao Ze said goodbye, his soul dissipated. The Dali court naturally wanted to retain him, but Su Gaoshan himself did not agree, and only said that children and grandchildren will have their own blessings."

When Chen Pingan heard this, he was speechless for a long time. He just took a sip of wine and silently made up his mind that he would need to pay more attention to the Su family in the future and quietly protect it for at least a hundred years.

Aunt Feng laughed, twirled her fingers, and collected a wisp of breeze, "Shopkeeper Yang can't come, so I asked you to send a message that when you return to your hometown, remember to go to the backyard of his medicine shop."

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "Aunt Feng, could you please help me say thank you to Shopkeeper Yang."

After drinking a bottle of wine, Chen Pingan stood up and said goodbye, "I won't bother Aunt Feng any more."

Aunt Feng nodded, and then asked: "Don't you want to visit the Fire Temple?"

Chen Pingan shook his head.

The Five Elements experts call the luck of the emperor's career that is based on the virtue of fire, called the virtue of fire. It's just that this was not the case in the Great Li Dynasty, so there was only one fire temple in the capital.

For example, the Dayuan Dynasty in Luzhou, Beiju, was founded by Shui De.

Aunt Feng shook the wine bottle and said, "Then I won't give it away."

Chen Pingan returned along the original road, and when he arrived at the entrance of the Fire Temple, he met the old woman from Miao Zhu who also served as the concierge. He stopped and chatted with the old woman for a few words before Chen Pingan left.

On the other side of the flower shed, Aunt Feng continued to drink alone.

Bing Yinghuo, flicking the stars, cooking the four seas, refining the five mountains, Wei Wei's virtue of fire, hundreds of gods look up to them.

After Chen Pingan walked out of the Fire Temple, he looked back on the deserted street.

What is practice? The water god walks on water.

What does it mean to ask for Buddha, the god of fire asks for fire.

After that, Chen Ping'an went to the Hubu Yamen Office. Instead of going to Yichi Lane to find Guan Yiran, he chose a more upright way to reminisce with his friends.

As for the gentleman, he is not idle either.

In the capital of Dali, there was a poor old man wearing a Confucian shirt. When he first arrived at the Scripture Translation Bureau in the capital, he clasped his hands with the monks and helped translate the scriptures. Then he went to the Chongxu Bureau and also gave a Taoist memorial ceremony, which seemed to be the least bit. Regardless of his status as a Confucian scholar.

It’s just that no one is destined to be held accountable. If the literary sage is like this, who has any objection? Otherwise, who else can I complain to, saying that a scholar's behavior is not in line with etiquette? Should I complain to the most holy master, the sage of etiquette, or the lesser sage?

The Shanshui Di newspaper in the world has gradually been lifted.

Countless news came pouring in, making all the cultivators in the world feel like an alcoholic who had been unable to drink for many years. He was finally able to drink to his heart's content. He could only drink hard and get drunk.

Among the series of shocking events were of course the meeting at the Chinese Confucian Temple and Haoran's attack on the wilderness.

There are also literary saints who restored the throne of the Confucian Temple.

The fifth world is officially named Colorful World.

During this period, there was another piece of news that was not trivial. It was about Chen Shiyi, the last hidden official of the Sword Qi Great Wall and one of the ten young men in the world.

It turned out to be that Aquarius continent person, but it seemed that most of the Shanshui Dibao had a tacit understanding. About this person, they were mentioned in one sentence. More details were not mentioned at all. There were only one or two sects with the title of Immortal Mansion. Di newspapers, such as the Shanhai Sect of the Middle Earth Divine Continent, did not abide by the rules and talked more. They named the Yin official. However, the Di newspapers stopped soon after the publication. It must be someone from the academy. kind of reminder. But a thoughtful person, relying on these two newspapers, still got a few unforgettable "tattletales". For example, after this person returned home from the Great Wall of Sword Qi, he was a mountain top warrior and a Yuanying sword cultivator in the past. , quickly broke through each realm and became a martial artist in the ultimate realm and a swordsman in the Yupu realm.

Then there is this person's Taoist companion, the number one person in the colorful world, the Ascension Realm Sword Cultivator, Ning Yao.

While I was dumbfounded, I wondered if this person had good luck? Why is it that this guy seems to have taken advantage of all the huge advantages?

As for the Nanshou minister and the Northern Yinguan, what do you say?

No matter what, this young man from Aquarius Island named Chen can be said to be the best person in the world.

In an official building of a government office in the Ministry of Household Affairs, Guan Yiran was flipping through several river memorials submitted to the Ministry of Household Affairs.

This descendant of the Guan family in Yunzai County, Yizhou, has not served as an official in the official department, which almost belongs to his family's one-third acre of land. In this household department, the official rank is not high. In the past, the three Dadu supervisors appointed officials , Guan Yiran, who had the best background, now has the lowest official position, just the chief officer of the first division of the Ministry of Household Affairs. You must know that Guan Yiran not only bears the surname of Shangzhu Kingdom, but he is also a real monk who accompanied the army at Dali Border Pass. He has been fighting among the dead for many years. He also followed the general Su Gaoshan all the way to the south and made great achievements in battle.

Guan Yiran raised his head, and there was a man in a blue shirt with sleeves on his hands at the door of the room. He smiled and joked: "General Guan, you are so busy being an official that you have slacked off in your practice. What if this is on the battlefield?"

Guan Yiran immediately closed the memorial, took a book from the desk, covered it with the memorial, stood up with a big smile and said, "Hey, isn't this our cashier's office? There are only a few visitors."

Guan Yiran dragged his chair with one hand, walked around the desk, and then hooked the only free chair for guests with his toes so that the two chairs were facing each other. He said with a bright smile: "There is nothing you can do, I'm a little official." , the place is small, so we can only treat the guests badly. Unlike the room of our minister, it is spacious, and you don’t need to open the windows to ventilate even if you fart."

Chen Ping'an crossed the threshold and asked with a smile: "Will it delay my business if I come here to see you?"

Guan Yiran smiled and scolded: "You're already here, how can I drive you away?"

Besides, there is nothing inappropriate. My great-great-grandfather made it very clear what your Majesty's character is. There is no need to worry about such a trivial matter.

Chen Pingan sat down in no hurry, took out an inkstone from his sleeve and threw it to Guan Yiran, "A small gift is not respectful."

While explaining that this is the Yunku blessed land of the Jiang family in Tongyezhou, a specialty of Yanshan Laokeng, called Shuibangkeng.

Shuihangkeng is actually a name that Chen Ping'an randomly picked up at random.

I really don't believe that Guan Yiran, a native of Aquarius Continent, can know the blessed land of Yun Cave very well.

However, I heard that in the past few years, the Dali imperial court set up an inkstone service department in this Hubu Yamen, which was responsible for searching for mountains and collecting fine stones. In addition to making inkstones for the palace, some of the inkstones could also be used by the Hubu. Selling it by yourself can be regarded as killing two birds with one stone, helping the yamen earn some extra money.

However, the Chen family in Longwei Xi has several inkstones that are private property of the family. They are like mountains of gold and silver, and are sold far and wide in Yizhou Mountain.

Dong Shuijing took a share of the pie and was responsible for helping sell it to Luzhou in Beiju. He never touched salt or iron. Dong Shuijing only paid attention to the food, clothing, housing, transportation and trivial matters of the dignitaries and ordinary people.

The Dalihu Department was the worst among the six yamen of the imperial court. It seemed like they were scolded every day. After the War Department was scolded, the Rites Department was scolded, and the Rites Department was scolded by the Finishing Department...

According to the officialdom of Dali, the Ministry of War is the grandfather's yamen, and whoever is arrested will be scolded. The Ministry of Rites is the father, and the Ministry of Work is the son. Only the Ministry of Husbandry, who is in charge of money, is the grandson. Anyone can spit on him.

Guan Yiran took the square inkstone without being polite, weighed it, rubbed it with his thumb, and found that the stone was fine. Then he picked it up, held the small inkstone to his ear with five fingers of one hand, and tapped it with the fingers of the other hand. There was the book. The so-called golden sound and jade vibration. Guan Yiran took another gentle breath and looked at the water mist on the inkstone, which resembled clouds created by the breath. There were dots of purple gold and golden halos. Then he lightly smeared it with his fingernails. After a closer look, Guan Yiran was dotted with dots. Head, okay, it is indeed a common thing, it is worth a little money, anyway, with my little salary, I am destined to not be able to afford it.

Chen Ping'an's eyelids trembled slightly when he saw it. These rich and powerful grandsons who like to be fussy are really not easy to fool.

To accept a gift so carelessly and show off, at least wait until the guest leaves before showing off your expertise.

Guan Yiran gently placed the square inkstone on the table and asked with a smile: "The four treasures of the study are pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Now that you have the inkstone, you don't help me create a big family?"

Chen Pingan sat on the chair and said with a smile: "I'm probably still visiting relatives. What's the rush?"

Then Chen Ping'an asked: "Can't you have a bar here?"

Guan Yiran nodded, "The control is strict. You can't drink. If you get caught, the fine will be a small matter, but the record will be a big deal."

Chen Ping'an then patted the Xingbu waist badge on his waist, twisted his wrist, and took out the wine bottle, "What a coincidence, you can't control me."

A hurried assistant was carrying an official document. The door was open and he knocked gently. Guan Yiran said: "Come in."

The Yamen assistant glanced at the man in green shirt. Guan Yiran stood up and walked over. He took the official document, turned his back to Chen Ping'an, turned it over, put it in his sleeve, nodded and said: "I still need to treat guests here for a while, look back for you."

The assistant nodded and left, coming and going in a hurry.

Later, two subordinates came over to discuss the matter, and Guan Yiran both said they would discuss it later.

Guan Yiran and Chen Pingan were sitting on a chair each, with their legs crossed, looking very casual.

Chen Ping'an joked: "I really don't have any time to spare."

Guan Yiran glanced at the wine bottle in Chen Ping'an's hand. He was really greedy. The wine bug in his stomach was about to rebel. People who like wine either don't drink or don't want to drink. The last thing is to see others drinking. He was empty-handed and said helplessly: " When I first retired from the border army, I was working as an errand in this yamen. I was confused and had to be in a hurry every day."

Chen Ping'an laughed casually and said: "The sword and pen are used by the sword and pen, but actually they still hold the sword."

Guan Yiran shook his head, "In terms of implementation, the two are far apart."

After some small talk, a colleague from the government office came over to see the official robes. He was of the same rank as Guan Yiran. This person started shouting at the door: "Di Bao, a copy from the Shanhaizong of the Central Earth Divine Continent." Newspaper from the mansion on the mountain! I got this from Shilang Ma. Yiran, come and take a look, I’m so overwhelmed with the news."

The young official saw the man in green shirt sitting and drinking. He was stunned and didn't care. He just thought he was the son of a wealthy man with a background in the frontier army. The threshold for Guan Yiran's friends would not be low, not just because of his family background. It was about character, so when the young official looked at the man, he not only immediately put away his legs, but also took the initiative to smile and nod to himself. He didn't think it was too strange, so he smiled and nodded in return.

Guan Yiran was obviously very familiar with this person and said casually: "There is no place for you to sit."

The man gently threw the landscape newspaper to Guan Yiran and sat casually on the threshold, "Didn't you say that you had a friend in the world in the early years? This Chen Ping'an is the other Chen Ping'an? That should be the case. You are so arrogant, Yi Ran Have you really had a drink with him, and you still drank him to the point of spinning around under the table? Later, this Chen Jianxian came to the capital as a guest. You helped to save a drinking party, so that I can be heroic. I can't beat him, but I still drink But him?"

Chen Pingan remained silent. When it comes to being at the wine table, apart from Liu Jinglong, I really don’t shy away from anyone.

After all, the Hubu Yamen is not a well-informed Ministry of Rites and Punishments. Moreover, the six divisions of work are clear. Maybe except for the Lord Shangshu, who is known as the "local official", the other chief officials in the Ministry of Revenue may not know the inside story of the previous turmoil near Yichi Lane.

However, the middle-level officials of the six yamen in the capital are indeed notorious for their "low status" and power. Once he is sent to another place as an official, if he can be transferred back to the capital, his future will be bright.

Guan Yiran coughed and reminded this guy to speak less.

Chen Pingan was smiling.

Anyway, now that the matter has come to this, Guan Yiran has no guilt at all. With a clear conscience on his face, he says to his colleague: "It doesn't count every time. Occasionally we will tie with him at the wine table. If there is a chance next time, If he comes to the capital and is not in a hurry to leave, he will definitely ask you to have a drink with him."

The young official nodded, then turned to look at the man in green shirt and asked, "Yi Ran, who is this?"

Chen Ping'an was already sitting upright, and he took the initiative to smile and said: "I am Lord Guan's younger brother in Jianghu. I am not from the capital. I have just arrived in the capital, so I immediately rushed over to pay homage to the mountain."

Guan Yiran waved his hands and complained: "What little brother, this is an ugly thing to say. We are all good brothers who fell in love with each other at first sight."

The young official wiped his face and said, "Yi Ran, look at this guy's Taoist companion on the mountain. He is Ning Yao from Feisheng City! Ning Yao! I am so envious of you. You can do it, you are so arrogant!"

Then he looked at the guest and said with a smile: "Brother, right?"

Chen Pingan nodded and smiled: "I envy you, you must envy me."

Guan Yiran waved his hand to chase them away, "It's just a landscape newspaper. If there's anything to make a fuss about, hurry up and go."

Guan Yiran introduced to Chen Ping'an in his heartfelt voice: "This guy is one of the more than a dozen chief officials of the Ministry of Household Affairs. Although he is young, he is actually in charge of several major northern states including Hongzhou. Your hometown is not far from Longzhou, and now you still have all the fish scale albums in the Beitangfang. And like you, we are all from the market."

Chen Pingan nodded lightly, "I can tell."

It is a veritable "see", because this young official has several red lanterns hung up by the gods of various mountains and rivers behind him, and he is full of elegance.

Guan Yiran asked: "If you weren't busy, I would really like to help you two have a drink at the Changpu River later. How about it? Do you want to give me this face?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Of course it's no problem. But the wine party has to be scheduled in half a month."

Guan Yiran didn't ask why, he just blinked and said, "When the time comes, the three of us will drink this wine. Accountant Chen, do you have the courage?"

Chen Ping'an said categorically: "I'm not good at drinking that damn flower wine."

The young official didn't know that the two people were speaking from the bottom of their hearts. He took off his official hat and put his palms on his bun. He said sadly: "I've finished all the things at hand for the time being. I'm not busy. I'm not allowed to take a few breaths." What a tone. The paperwork is so busy that it’s so blurry. If I keep working up all night like this, maybe I won’t be treated as an outsider when I go to the Bible Translation Bureau in the future.”

Soon after, another official sent an official document. The young official with a rich literary style also took the report back to his residence, said goodbye and left. Chen Ping'an knew that working as an official in the Dalihu Department would definitely be very busy, but he really didn't expect Guan Yi. Ran Hui was so busy that he left a jar of Baihua Liquor for Guan Yiran. At worst, he would ask Aunt Feng for more jars later. Guan Yiran was not polite and just sent Chen Pingan to the door of the house.

Chen Pingan walked all the way back to the inn. At the entrance of the alley, the young man Zhao Duanming waved and said, "Mr. Chen, I have something to do with you."

Chen Ping'an nodded lightly, held his sleeves with his hands, and walked over leisurely. When he stepped into the alley, he smiled and said: "Hey, it's amazing. There are three small heavens and earth overlapping each other, and the interlocking sword talismans are used." Come on, you are really rich."

Then Chen Ping'an burst into laughter. In order to regain their position, did these eleven people deliberately deal with him today, just like he had dealt with Wu Shuangjiang on the night boat?

Chen Ping'an was currently in the ruins of the Immortal Mansion of Formation Master Han Zhoujin, which was probably the Immortal Inn previously opened by the female ghost Gaiyan. He felt that they lost because they lost the first move, so he was not convinced. Chen Ping'an was standing on a stone beam, with white clouds rolling like the sea under his feet, and a snow-white waterfall pouring down next to him. At the end of the stone beam, stood the "Sword Immortal" who had appeared on Yu Yu's shoulders, still looking like a young man. , just a little taller, wearing a Taoist crown, a sword, red clothes, and beads on the seams.

Chen Ping'an looked around, "You guys don't remember beatings, right?"

The young swordsman slashed the sword and chopped the helpless "Chen Ping'an" into... a talisman.

It seemed that Chen Pingan had not entered the alley at all.

In a hidden area outside the alley, the young monk clasped his hands and said, "Buddha bless you, Chen Jianxian will go find someone else, I'm going to find the merit box."

Then someone behind him smiled and said, "Okay, I'll find someone else."

On the rooftop elsewhere, Gou Cun scratched his head, because Mr. Chen was sitting next to him. Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Tell Yuan Huajing and Song Xu to give me some sword-locking talismans later, and the debt will be settled."

The young man looked shy and nodded. He had said before that he would definitely not be able to regain his position. Of course, if a fight really breaks out, the young man will not hold back his strength, and he has never beaten Mr. Chen anyway.

In the alley, the three of them, including Han Zhoujin, each removed the carefully arranged layers of space, feeling a little helpless.

Then everyone was stunned. They saw a figure in green shirt appearing near the talisman floating on the ground. Mr. Chen, who was beside the young man, turned into a talisman and turned into a rainbow light, which was put into the man's sleeve. middle.

"If you encounter Fei Ran or an insidious bastard like Shou Chen on the battlefield, you will line up one by one to have your head killed."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "I won't do this next time."