Chen Ping’an said that he was going to the door, he was going to the Huoshen Temple to find the auntie Feng, asking her to call someone for help, asking the old coachman to ask three questions, and possibly going to the household office to meet a friend, Ning Yao nodded , Took out the few books dedicated to Wulin Ensuring, picked out one of them, turned to the folding page, she could really read it with gusto, Chen Ping'an glanced at the content, swept it past, and saw the end of the page. I was writing that the protagonist was chased and killed by the enemy on a stormy night, took refuge and strayed into a mountain temple, met a person, sat in the main hall, with green robe and beard, Danfeng eyes, watching the spring and autumn under the lamp... Chen Ping'an smiled and said, OK. I bet that there must be another adventure. As long as one of the chasers can walk out of the temple, even if I lose. Ning Yao squinted and Chen Ping'an, only to reward two words, shut up.

Chen Ping'an went to the counter of the inn. As a result, even the old treasurer, who was born and raised in Dalijing City, could not give the specific direction of the Fire Temple, but only a general direction. The old shopkeeper was a little strange. Chen Ping An, a foreigner from the rivers and lakes, came to the capital. Instead of going to the more famous Taoist temple, he wanted to find a fire temple. In Dayijing City, the Song Dynasty Tai Temple, the Confucian Temple dedicated to Confucian sages, and the imperial temple dedicated to the monarchs of the past dynasties, are recognized as the three major temples, but ordinary people cannot go, but in addition, only the temple fairs of the Capital City God Temple and the Capital Land Temple , Are extremely lively.

Chen Ping’an found the only fire temple in the capital. The old woman who was guarding the door wished that the old woman was a mortal. She was old, white-haired, and old-fashioned. However, she recognized the innocent card issued by the Ministry of Justice to the gods on the mountain. It was to find Aunt Feng. The old woman followed the rules and recorded her name in a book, and then let it go. When writing the name of the visitor, the old woman smiled and said that Master Xian had a good name. Chen Ping'an smiled and said it was given by his parents. The old woman nodded, talked to the young man about the taboo rules in the Temple of Fire, and then pointed the way, saying that Aunt Feng was in the flower shed.

Chen Ping’an followed the route and saw the auntie Feng. She sat lazily and casually on top of the flower shed. She was drinking in the morning, as if she looked like this all year round, except that she was still in that color. The knot is tied with a blue silk. Today, she is in a new outfit again, a pink silk dress with red silk, and some bizarre words to describe a goddess, put it on her body, the most ironed post, Liuyun Posture, moon spirit. I saw Chen Pingan, and Aunt Feng just raised the hip flask in her hand. Even if she said hello, she straightened her waist slightly, and slightly lifted her eyebrows. The woman was too beautiful, too natural and charming. Trouble, not to mention that there is still such a jar of jealousy in Chen Pingan's house.

Chen Ping'an looked at this auntie Feng, for a moment in a daze, because he remembered that there was an old man in the backyard of the Yang family drugstore who smoked dry cigarettes all year round.

Chen Pingan did not learn that Aunt Feng sat on the steps, sitting on the stone bench beside the flower shed, Aunt Feng smiled and asked: "Do you want to drink? The most mellow and authentic Baihua Niang, every jar of wine is not young. Now, those flower goddesses are still women after all. They are attentive, and the cellars are very well sealed. They don’t run out of wine. My trip to the blessed land that year was not a waste of work and a lot of search."

Chen Pingan smiled and nodded, and Aunt Feng threw out a jar of Baihua Niang. Chen Pingan took over the jar, as if remembering something, twisted his wrist, took out two pots of Qingshenshan wine brewed in his own shop, and threw a pot to seal it. Auntie, as a gift, explained: "Auntie Feng has a taste and opened a small wine shop in partnership with someone, and the sales are good."

Aunt Feng took the hip flask, put it to her ear, shook it, smiling strangely. Regardless of the wine, the year or the taste, are you embarrassed to present it as a gift?

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Of course it is far better than Aunt Feng's Baihua Niang, but it is cheap and good quality, cheap and good quality, people choose wine, wine is not chosen."

Aunt Feng threw another jar of wine to Chen Ping'an, and joked: "If you want to keep my pot of Baihua Niang, I just said that if you want an extra jar with Aunt Feng, what's the embarrassment? It really loses money. "

Chen Ping'an didn't take it seriously. Since this Auntie Feng was a friend of Mr. Qi's, he was his elder, and the elders chanted a few words, don't control it, just listen.

Chen Pingan took out a wine bowl, uncovered the red paper mud seal of the wine jar, poured a bowl of wine, the red paper and the sealing yellow mud were unusual, especially the latter, which was quite earthy, Chen Pingan's **** twisted He picked up a little dirt and twisted it gently. In fact, the people under the mountain only know the word Jinshishou, but they don’t know the age of the soil. Chen Ping’an curiously asked: “Auntie Feng, these soils are the 10,000-year-old soil of a blessed land? Valuable drinks and ages are long. Could it be someone who paid tribute to him in his early years?"

Aunt Feng nodded, "I have a good vision. Everything is money. And you guessed it. In the early years, the Hundred Flower Brewed Stuffed with Ten Thousand Years of Soil was divided into three parts every 100 years, and they were given to the three powers, except for the ghosts. The sixth palace of the mansion, and the Fangzhushan Qingjun who is in charge of the blessings of the earth, the heavens and the heavens and all the immortals, is not the old man in the backyard of the Yang family drugstore, and this gentleman has no connection with the old heaven, but in fact it is already very remarkable. Fangzhushan, which was ruled, was originally a commander’s residence higher than the five mountains of Haoran. It was responsible for the removal of death records and the name of the upper life. It was eventually recorded in the "Record of Immortality" in the top grade Qinglu Zizhang, or the middle grade Huanglubaijian "Longevity Record", "Please engrave immortal name" in Fangzhushan, Qingjun Rulu signed, in short, there is an extremely complicated set of rules, very similar to the officialdom of later generations... Forget it, talk about this, it's too boring, it has been translated The old calendar of the chapter is too old, and it is useless to say more. Anyway, if you really want to go back to the source, it can be regarded as some attempts to formulate etiquette in the early years of the sage, whether it is a detour, a detour, or a road trip, in short, it is... It's hard work. Anyway, if you are really interested in these old past events, you can ask your husband to read a lot of miscellaneous books."

Chen Ping’an asked tentatively: “There is a sect in Aiaizhou, called Jiudu Mountain. The Zushitang has a secret identity, named Weibianlang, nicknamed Baojicheng, and is known as a green. Does Fang Zhushan have a heritage relationship?"

One of the foreign sword repairmen in the line of the hidden official of the Summer Palace, Deng Liang, is the awe-inspiring peak master of Jiudu Mountain in Aibaizhou, and now he is also the chief worshipper of the Patriarch Hall of Feisheng City.

Aunt Feng sneered: "It's just a little bit of light, little Jiudu Mountain, how can it be compared with that square column mountain, but the founder of Jiudu Mountain, by chance, got a part of the broken mountain and barely inherited a little Tao Yunxian. pulse."

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

And in these words, Aunt Feng's respect for the saint of ceremony is obviously from the heart.

Chen Ping'an hesitated, and then asked, "Dare to ask Aunt Feng, who is Mr. Sanshan Jiuhou?"

Aunt Feng shook his head, and Chen Ping'an stopped asking more questions. As a result, he only drank a bowl of Baihua Niang, and found that the soul benefit was not small. It was beyond expectation. In the small world, those who have not yet opened up the land are similar to the Chujun Shantou Qifu. , And many painted mountains and rivers with few paintings, like rain showers for a long time, the threads gather like a rain curtain, and the aura is like rain. He is a real jade cultivator. If he is replaced by an earth fairy, wouldn’t it be worthwhile Is there a rain of spiritual energy? As for the monks of the Lower Five Realms, it is estimated that after drinking such a bowl of wine, they will be "drunk" by Pei Ran's spiritual energy. Therefore, Chen Ping'an didn't plan to continue drinking. For the rest, his own practice can be done step by step. Of course, this kind of immortal family foreign objects that help accumulate spiritual energy are of course not small, but in fact they are of little significance. Turn around and send the two jars of wine to Zhang Jiazhen and Jiang respectively. Especially Zhang Jiazhen, the small accountant who helped Wei Wenlong, the former teenager of the Great Wall of Jianqi, because he could not practice cultivation, now has white hair.

In front of Aunt Feng, he put away the wine jars and bowls, not even the yellow mud crumbs on the table. Then Chen Ping’an said, “I’ll help Aunt Feng to say hello to the coachman and ask him Come here to tell."

Aunt Feng smiled and said: "Here."

The old man who drove the car for Dong Hu and the Queen Mother one after another fell to the ground outside the flower shed. Aunt Feng rolled her eyes charmingly and waved the dust.

The old coachman stood in place with arms around his chest, and didn't even look at Chen Ping'an. This little **** was just a Taoist companion who relied on the ascension realm sword repair. See what you can do.

The old man said in a bad mood: "If you have a fart, let it go."

Chen Ping'an didn't bother to care about this old guy's ability to chat, really think he is Gu Qingsong or Liu Chicheng? Just straight to the point and asked: "Dali Queen Mother Lu Jiang, whose alias is Nanzhan, is from the Lu family of the Yin and Yang family in Central China?"

Aunt Feng looked a little surprised and took a sip of wine. How did Chen Ping An know this inside story? This is a deeply hidden line. The first emperor Li had already learned the Tao that year and almost became a puppet. Nan Zan, or Lu Jiang, was demoted to the Changchun Palace by the Emperor Xian for no reason. Nanzhan is actually Yuzhang County Nanzhan. It is only by virtue of that string of rhinoceros beads that he remembers the memories of previous generations. Otherwise, with the ambition of the first emperor of Dali, and the old love between husband and wife, Lu Jiang will definitely not be able to live. It is in the history books, but It is a record of the death of a Queen Dali due to illness.

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

Aunt Feng nodded slightly. The old coachman really didn't know about it, so he could not use his head.

The old master said angrily: "Aunt Feng, you and him are making trouble, you and I are your own family, there must be a limit to turning your elbows out!"

Chen Ping'an continued to ask: "Who taught the secret method of the burning of Lizhu Dongtian natal porcelain?"

The old coachman hesitated for a moment, and said dullly, "Lao Yang and Mr. Sanshan Jiuhou made it together."

Chen Ping An took a deep breath and asked slowly, "Master Yao at Longyao, are you a Buddhist man?"

The old coachman glanced at Aunt Feng, as if he was complaining about the problems she had helped to imagine before, but none of them were right, which made him lose all the drafts he had prepared.

Aunt Feng turned a blind eye, just drinking wine to watch the fun.

The old coachman nodded.

Chen Pingan was silent.

When he was young, he kept kowtow to the three bodhisattva statues in the gods' grave. There was a child who went up and down the mountain and stepped through the crude straw sandals that he had woven, one after another. At that time, he only felt that Bodhisattva was easy to find, but herbs on the mountain were hard to find.

Master Yao. Medicine Buddha.

Dongbaopingzhou. The leader of Dongfang Jingliu Li World.

Aunt Feng raised her head and took a sip of wine, and then she said to Chen Ping’an with her heartfelt voice: “I persuaded Qi Jingchun back then. In fact, it’s right for a gentleman not to save it. It’s okay if you leave. You just talk about Old Man Yao and you’ll never Leave it alone, otherwise he doesn’t have to take this trip to the Lizhu Cave, he will definitely return to Haoran from the Western Buddhist Kingdom.

, But Qi Jingchun still did not agree, but in the end he gave no reason. "

About an archway building, the plaque left by the Confucian sage is Qi Jingchun's silent reply, doing his part.

Chen Pingan looked down at the cloth shoes, raised his head, and asked the last question, "Who was in my previous life?"

The old coachman shook his head, "I don't know, change another one."

Aunt Feng smiled, "Forget it, I'll answer it for you, Chen Ping An, don't think too much about who you are, anyway, at least for sure, your predecessor is not a great mountain monk, nor is it a Buddhist monk. People, because I was also curious back then, I went to the Yang’s pharmacy. The old man once gave an exact answer. It’s not surprising that your previous life may go up. So you and your parents, your family of three, are very Ordinary, there is nothing 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 man and your life is hard.

Chen Ping'an stretched his eyebrows a bit, and breathed a sigh of relief. Then there is really no more worries.

The old coachman didn't want to stay here for a long time, and it was disgusting to look at the man in the green shirt more.

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. This has already explained a lot of things, so I would like to remind you one last thing, don't provoke me in the future."

Aunt Feng smiled knowingly and listened, this is what a wise man should say, old coachman, learn more in the future.

The old coachman was entangled, but wanted to slap a cruel word, but when he thought that there was a Ning Yao in the capital, he endured it, but he turned his head and spit on the ground, seeing that Chen Pingan. Raising the eyebrows, the aunt Feng was also full of dissatisfaction. The old coachman rubbed the toes of his shoes, wiped them dry, and then jumped up, his figure disappeared instantly.

Aunt Feng glanced at the young man, showing a slightly tired look, human nature.

Then she saw that Chen Pingan took out the wine bowl again, a pot of Qingshenshan wine, poured a bowl of wine, shook it, and started drinking and drinking. She was young and had a good heart. Not only calm, but also transparent.

Chen Pingan raised the wine bowl and said with a smile: "Aunt Feng, thank you."

Aunt Feng lifted the flask in her hand and drank separately.

Chen Ping’an asked a question that was curious for many years, but it’s not a big deal, it’s pure curiosity, "Auntie Feng, do you know that the lettering on the back of a statue of a **** is like a poem. Who carved it? Li Liu, Or is it Ma Kuxuan?"

Li Liu was the former master of the rivers and lakes. As one of the five highest of the ancient gods, even Nalu Shuikeng was one of her summer resorts, and the real **** position was the long river of time. All the remains of ancient gods turned into stars from the sky, or the golden body dissipated into the time, but in fact they belonged to the long sleep and inhabited in that long river of time.

Chen Pinganguang could not recognize whose handwriting was based on his handwriting, but Li Liu and Ma Kuxuan were the most likely.

Aunt Feng shook her head and smiled: "I don't care, I'm not curious."

Chen Ping'an asked: "Aunt Feng said that someone wants to see me, is it the shopkeeper Yang from the drug store in my hometown? Or... General Su, the patrol envoy?"

The former was told by Liu Xianyang that shopkeeper Yang died without disease in his early years. After his death, he served as a errand at the Capital City’s God’s Temple. As for Su Gaoshan, Chen Ping’an’s guess, it is very likely that he will become a hero on the battlefield after his death. Dali helped to arrange a retreat. For example, he served as the **** of the martial arts temple in the capital. Su Gaoshan, in turn, maintained a country’s martial arts.

Moreover, Su Gaoshan was from the Han nationality. He used his military exploits all the way and served as a patrol envoy during his lifetime. He is already the ultimate military minister. But it is not those of the A tribe. Once the general dies, he loses his backbone, and it is easy for people to take the tea cold. The court was left in the cold.

Aunt Feng smiled and said: "It is shopkeeper Yang. After Su Gaoshan's death, the last part of his life was to travel the world as a ghost, personally escorting the ghosts and soldiers back home from the north, when Su Gaoshan and the last one After Paoze said goodbye, his soul dissipated. The Dayi court naturally wanted to stay, but Su Gaoshan himself did not agree and only said that his children and grandchildren have their own good fortune."

Chen Ping'an heard this and was speechless for a long time. He just drank a sullen wine, and made up his mind silently. In the future, he needs to pay more attention to the Su family, at least to protect it quietly for a hundred years.

Aunt Feng laughed, twisted her fingers, and put away a wisp of breeze, "Treasurer Yang can't come, let me say something, I want you to go back to your hometown, remember to go to the backyard of his pharmacy."

Chen Ping'an nodded and said, "Thank you Aunt Feng for helping me and shopkeeper Yang thank you."

After drinking a pot of wine, Chen Ping'an stood up and said goodbye, "I won't continue to disturb Aunt Feng."

Aunt Feng nodded, and then asked: "Don't visit this Fire Temple?"

Chen Pingan shook his head.

The Five Elements family called the emperor's destiny that thrived with fire virtue, or fire virtue. It’s just not the case of the Dayi Dynasty, so there is only one Fire Temple in the capital.

Like the great source dynasty of Luzhou in Beiju, it is a nation founded by virtue of water.

Aunt Feng shook the jug, "Then don't give it away."

Chen Ping'an returned along the original road and arrived at the entrance of the Huoshen Temple. He met the old lady of Miaozhu who also served as the concierge, so he stopped and chatted with the old mother before Chen Ping'an left.

Aunt Feng continued to drink alone at Shideng in the flower shed.

Bingying puzzles, whisking stars, cooking all over the world, refining the five mountains, Wei Wei's fire morality, all gods admire and stop.

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

What is practice, the **** of water walks the water.

What is asking for Buddha? Vulcan asks for fire.

After that, Chen Ping'an went to the Office of the Ministry of Housing and Urban-Rural Development, instead of looking for Guan Yiran in Yi Chi Alley, he chose a more open and honest way to talk to his friends.

As for the husband, he was not idle either.

In Dali Capital, there was a poor old gentleman wearing a Confucian shirt. He first went to the Jingcheng Translation Bureau, and put his hands together with the monks to help interpret the scriptures. Then he went to the Chongxu Bureau, and he would also call a sect leader. Regardless of his own Confucian status.

It's just that no one is destined to be held accountable, Wen Sheng is like this, who has objections? Otherwise, who else can you complain about, saying that there is a scholar's behavior, which is not in accordance with the etiquette. Is it to find the most holy master, or the holy saint?

The vast landscape of the world’s Shanshui Dibao has gradually lifted its ban.

Countless news rushed to make all the monks in the world, like a drunkard who has been greedy for many years, can finally drink freely, only to drink stubbornly.

Among the series of events that shocked the world, of course, was the discussion at the Middle-earth Confucian Temple and Haoran's attack on the wilderness.

There is also Wen Sheng to restore the Confucian Temple shrine.

The fifth world is officially named Wucaitianxia.

During this period, there was also a not-so-trivial news about the last hidden official of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, Chen Shiyi who was ten young people in the world.

It turned out to be the person from Ao Ping Zhou, but it seems that most of the Shanshui Mansion Newspapers have a tacit understanding. About this person, I have given a one-off, more detailed content, without mentioning a word. There are only one or two Zongzi Xianfu. Dibao, such as the Shanhaizong of Zhongtu Shenzhou, did not abide by the rules and said more and named the hermit. However, after the publication and promulgation of the Dibao, it quickly stopped. Kind of reminder. However, with the help of these two diaries, a person with a heart still got a few memorable “tastes”. For example, after this person returned to his hometown from the Great Wall of Jianqi, he went from the former mountain state martial artist, Yuanying state sword repair. , And quickly break through one boundary, become the ultimate martial artist, the sword repair of the Yupu realm.

Then there is this person's Taoist companion, the number one person in the colorful world, the ascendant sword repairer, Ning Yao.

While dumbfounded, wonder if this person is too lucky? Why is it so cheap that it seems to be taken up by this kid?

As for the Southern Sovereign Minister and the Northern Hermit, what did he say?

In any case, this young man from Ao Ping Zhou, whose surname is Chen, is a top figure in the world.

In the official residence of a government office in the household department, Guan Yiran was going through several local river memorials submitted to the household department.

This son of the Guan family in Yun's county in Yizhou, neither was an official in the official department, which was almost one-mu three-quarters of his own family. In this household department, the official rank is not high. , Guan Yiran, the best-born, now has the lowest official position, only the chief official of the Ministry of Households. You must know that Guan Yiran not only bears the surname of the Shangzhu Kingdom, but also a real Dali Border Guard monk who has been in the dead for many years, and he has followed the general Su Gaoshan all the way to the south, and he has made great achievements.

Guan Yiran raised his head. At the door of the house, there was a man in a blue shirt with sleeves on both hands. He smiled and said jokingly: "General Guan, patronizing an official, slack in practice, what if this is on the battlefield?"

Guan Yiran immediately closed the memorial, took the book from the book case, and covered it on the memorial. He laughed and stood up and said, "Yeah, this is not our Chen accountant, the rare guests."

Guan Yiran dragged his chair with one hand, around the desk, and then hooked the only free chair for the guests, with his toes hooked, and the two chairs were placed opposite each other, and he smiled brightly: "No way, the official hat is small. , The place is so small that it can only serve poor guests. It’s not like our Shangshu minister’s room, which is spacious and does not need to open windows for ventilation."

Chen Ping An crossed the threshold and asked with a smile: "Is coming here to find you, will it delay official business?"

Guan Yiran smiled and cursed: "I've come here, can I still drive you away?"

Besides, there is nothing inappropriate, what kind of character your majesty is, grandpa said very thoroughly back then, don't worry about such trivial matters.

Chen Ping An took a seat in no hurry, took out a copy of the inkstone from his sleeve and threw it to Guan Yiran, "A small gift is not a respect."

While explaining that this is the blessed land of the Jiang family in Tongyezhou, a special product of the Yanshan old pit, called Shuipangkeng.

What waterside hole is actually Chen Pingan's temporary silly name.

I really don't believe that Guan Yiran, a person from Aquarius, can know the blessed land of the cloud cave well.

However, I heard that the Dali court of the previous few years set up an Inkstone Affairs Department on this Humen’s office, which was responsible for digging mountains and collecting supervised stone. In addition to making inkstones for the palace, some inkstones could also be used by the Huhu Selling it on your own is a killer kill, and it helps the yamen earn some extra money.

But the Chen family in Longweixi,

There are a few inkstone mountains that belong to the family's private property, and they are really like gold and silver mountains, and they are sold on a continent.

Dong Shuijing took a share and was responsible for helping to sell it to Luzhou in Beiju. He never touched salt or iron. Dong Shuijing only spent time on trivial matters, such as the food, clothing, housing and transportation of dignitaries and people.

The Dalihu Department is the worst among the six yamen of the imperial court. It seems to be scolded every day. The Ministry of War scolds the Ministry of Rites and scolds the Ministry of Rites.

According to the officialdom of Dali, the Ministry of War is the grandfather's yamen. Whoever catches and scolds, the Ministry of Rites is the father, and the Ministry of Industry is the son. Only the household who is in charge of the money is the grandson. Anyone can spit.

Guan Yiran took the hand-written inkstone, and he was polite, weighed it, rubbed his thumb, and the stone was delicate, then picked it up, holding the small inkstone with five fingers in one hand, tapping with the other hand, there is the book The so-called golden sound and jade ringing. Guan Yiran sighed lightly again, watching the mist on the inkstone surface, there was the appearance of the husky cloud, the purple gold dots, the golden halo, and then gently stroked with his nails, and looked intently, Guan Yiran nodded Head, okay, it's indeed a thing of the old pit, worth a little bit of money, anyway, with your own salary, you are destined to not be able to afford it.

Seeing Chen Ping's eyelids trembling, these grandsons, who like to be careful, are really hard to fool.

Receiving a gift is still so indifferent and stinking, anyway, wait for the guests to leave, and then shake that little expert doorway.

Guan Yiran gently placed the square inkstone on the table, and asked with a smile: "The four treasures of pen, ink, paper and inkstone, the inkstone is there, and then? Didn't you help me get a family?"

Chen Pingan sat on the chair and smiled and said, "Probably still visiting relatives, what's the hurry."

Then Chen Pingan asked, "Can't you drink a bar here?"

Guan Yiran nodded, "Strictly control, can't drink, I was caught, the fines are small, the recording is a big deal."

Chen Ping'an then patted the torture badge on his waist, twisted his wrist, and took out the hip flask, "Coincidentally, I can't control me."

A hurried secretary brought an official document. The door of the room was opened, but he knocked gently, and Guan Yiran said, "Come in."

The official Yamen looked at the man in the blue shirt, Guan Yiran got up and walked, took the official document, turned his back to Chen Ping’an, turned it over, put it in his sleeve, and nodded and said, “I still need to be there for a while, look back. you."

The official nodded and retired, came and left in a hurry.

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

Guan Yiran and Chen Ping'an each had a chair, both with Erlang's legs tilted up, looking very casual.

Chen Ping'an joked: "It's really hard to be idle."

Guan Yiran glanced at the hip flask in Chen Ping'an's hand, really greedy, the wine bugs in his stomach are about to rebel. People who drink well either don't want to drink it or don't want to drink it. Most of them don't see others drinking. He has empty hands and said helplessly: " Just after retreating from the frontier army, I entered this yamen as a errand, and I was dizzy and messed up every day."

Chen Ping'an smiled casually: "The knife and penman is actually not holding a knife."

Guan Yiran shook his head, "When it comes to specific matters, the two are far behind."

After a little chat, 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 yelling at the door: "Dibao, a copy from the Zhongtu Shenzhou Shanhaizong Shanshang Dibao! I came here from Shilang Ma. Yiran, come and take a look, one by one, I can't catch the news."

The young official saw the man in the green shirt sitting and drinking, was stunned, and didn’t care. He only regarded it as a son of a wealthy prince from a frontier army, Guan Yiran’s friend, the threshold would not be low, not the family background. It's character, so when the young official looked at the man, he not only put the Erlang's legs away, but also took the initiative to smile and nod in tribute to him. He didn't think it was too strange, and smiled and nodded in return.

Guan Yiran obviously has a close relationship with this person, and said casually: "There is no place to sit for you."

The man lightly tossed the Shanshui Dibao to Guan Yiran, and sat casually on the threshold, "Didn't you say that you had a friend from the rivers and lakes in your early years, this Chen Ping An is the other Chen Ping An? It should be. Bullish, shameless. You really drank with him, and you drank again and again under the wine table circle? Looking back, this Chen Jianxian came to Beijing as a guest, you help save a wine bureau, so that I will be proud, but I can't beat him, and still drink But he?"

Chen Pingan was silent. To say that it is only at the wine table, except Liu Jinglong, I really don't persuade anyone.

After all, the Humen Yamen is not the well-informed Ministry of Rites and Criminal Justice. Moreover, the six parts of the work are clear. It is possible that except for the master Shang Shu, who is known as the "local official", the other chief officials on the Hubu side 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 notoriously "inferior". Once the local government becomes an official, if it can be transferred back to the capital, the future is bright.

Guan Yiran coughed to remind this guy to say a few words less.

Chen Pingan smiled.

Anyway, Guan Yiran has no guilty conscience at all, and with a clear conscience on his face, he said to the colleague: "It's not a second time, and occasionally I will tie him at the wine table. Next time if I have a chance, If he comes to the capital and leaves in no hurry, he will definitely invite you for a drink."

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

Chen Ping'an was already sitting in a precarious position, and he took the initiative to smile and said, "I am the little brother of Master Guan who collected from the rivers and lakes, not from the capital. I didn't just arrive in the capital, so I rushed over to worship the mountain."

Guan Yiran waved his hand and complained: "What little brother, this is awkward to say. They are all good brothers who meet each other and hate it."

The young official wiped his face, "Yiran, look, this guy’s mountain companion is Ning Yao and Ning Yao who ascended the city! I am envious of the dead man, yes, yes, bullish!"

Then he looked at the guest and smiled: "Brother, right?"

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

Guan Yiran waved and hurried away, "Isn't it just a Shanshui Mansion report? If there is anything worth making a fuss about, you should hurry up."

Guan Yiran introduced to Chen Ping’an with his heartfelt words: “This guy is one of more than a dozen chief officials of the Qing dynasty in the Ministry of Households. Don’t think he is young. In fact, he is in charge of several northern states including Hongzhou. Your hometown, Longzhou, is not far away, and now you are temporarily accommodating all the scales of the North Dangfang. And just like you, you are from a market."

Chen Pingan nodded lightly, "I can see it."

It was a veritable "seeing", because this young official was surrounded by several red lanterns hung by various landscape gods behind him.

Guan Yiran asked, "If you're not busy, I really want to be on the Changpu River back to help you two save a wine bureau, how about it, can you give me this face?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said, "Of course it's okay. But the wine bureau will have an appointment in half a month."

Guan Yiran didn't ask the reason, but blinked, "When the time comes, let's drink this wine? Chen Accountant, do you have the courage?"

Chen Ping'an categorically said: "I'm not good for a sip of wine."

The young official didn’t know that the two of them were there with their heartfelt words, took off their official hats, put their palms in the bun, and said sentimentally: “I’m not busy with things at hand for the time being. I’m not allowed to breathe. In a tone of voice. The case is so painstaking and clear. After all night long, I may go to the Interpretation Bureau in the future and I will not be treated as an outsider."

Soon afterwards, another official sent an official document, and the young official with strong culture also took back the mansion report and left. Chen Ping An knew that he would be very busy working as a errand in the Department of Dalihu, but he really didn’t expect Guan Yi. However, he was so busy that he would leave Guan Yiran a jar of Hundred Flower Distilled Rice, and when he turned around, he would ask for more jars with Aunt Feng. Guan Yiran was not polite, and only sent Chen Ping An to the door of the house.

Chen Ping’an walked all the way back to the inn, and to the side of the alley, the young Zhao Duanming waved: "Mr. Chen, I have something to do with you."

Chen Ping'an nodded lightly, with both hands on the sleeves, and walked leisurely. When he stepped into the alley, he smiled and said, "Yeah, it's amazing. It turns out that there are three small worlds overlapping each other, and chain sword charms are used. Come on, you are really rich."

Then Chen Ping'an laughed dumbly. Did these eleven people try to deal with themselves today in order to find the place, just like they dealt with Wu Shuangjiang on a night boat?

Chen Ping'an was currently in the Xianfu ruins of the formation master Han Zhoujin, probably the Xianjia Inn opened by the female ghost Gaiyan before. He felt that they would lose because they lost the first hand, so he was not convinced. Chen Pingan was standing on a stone beam, with white clouds surging like a sea at his feet, and a snow-white waterfall pouring down beside him. At one end of the stone beam, standing at the end of the stone beam was the "Sword Fairy" that appeared on Yu Yu's shoulder, still in the image of a teenager. , Just taller, wearing a Taoist crown, a saber in a red dress, and a beaded dress.

Chen Ping'an looked around, "You guys, don't you remember to fight?"

The young Sword Immortal swept across with a sword, and split the "Chen Ping An" who could not fight back into... a piece of talisman.

It seems that Chen Ping'an did not enter the alley at all.

In a hidden place outside the alley, the little monk folded his hands together, "Buddha bless, Chen Jianxian is looking for someone else, I'm going to find the merit box."

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

Elsewhere on the roof, Gou Cun scratched his head because Mr. Chen was sitting next to him. Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Talk to Yuan Huajing and Song Xu, turn around and give me a few lock sword charms, and the bill will be over."

The boy looked shy and nodded. He said earlier that he would definitely not find the place back. Of course, if you really want to fight, the teenager will never keep his energy, anyway, he never beat Mr. Chen.

In the alley, the three people, including Han Zhoujin, each withdrew from the elaborately arranged world, all a little helpless.

Then one by one was stunned, and saw the figure floating near the talisman in a green shirt, and Mr. Chen beside the boy Gou Cun turned into a talisman, transformed into a rainbow light, and was put into the sleeve by that person. in.

"If you are on the battlefield, and you encounter a brilliant or insidious **** like Shouchen, you will have to line up one by one to show off."

Chen Pingan smiled and said, "Let's not take this as an example."