Chen Ping’an left the Night You Sword in the Renyun Yiyun Building, and brought Xiao Mo, and bought some cakes for about two people nearby, and bought a pot of wine, which cost just fourteen taels of silver, not more than one. A lot of money.

Xiao Mo followed Chen Ping’an to buy drinks and pastries, strolling in the bustling capital city, and said with a smile: “Only those who can take care of the rest of the world can take care of the rest of the world. Lu Daoyou once said that he was the son’s helper. Wonderful."

  Praise and praise both.

  Chen Ping’an carried the food box, and asked with a smile: “Xiao Mo, a friend of Lu Daoist, don’t you know the true identity of Lu Chen?”

  Xiao Mo said: "Lu Daoyou speaks upright. He didn't conceal Bai Yujing's identity as the third head teacher, but I think calling Lu head teacher is too far-sighted, and I have the enthusiasm of Lu Daoyou."

  Chen Ping’an smiled and said, “Xiaomo, you are popular wherever you go.”

   Xiao Mo’s smile was habitually somewhat shy. He glanced at the food box in Chen Ping’an’s hand and asked curiously, “My son, are you particular about this food box and the drinks and food in it?”

Chen Ping’an nodded and said, “There’s a lot of attention. The wood for this food box comes from Yuzhang County, the second hometown of the Empress Dowager Dali. What’s your appetite? A trip to the capital is not a big deal as long as you don’t care about nostalgia. Fourteen taels of silver is just right."

Queen Mother Nanzhan’s ancestral home is Yuzhang County, and it is rich in fine woods, and has been in short supply over the years. The reason why the Dali imperial court was lax in the past was not how difficult it was to manage this matter. There really needs to be a paper army order. Regardless of the number of people, let alone the rich and powerful gentry on the ground, they are the gods on the mountains, and no one dares to touch the grass and trees in the mountains and forests of Yuzhang County.

  In the final analysis, it was still that tragic battle, and there were too many dead in the Dali frontier army. If you die, you have to have a coffin.

Therefore, the imperial court has only recently begun to really restrain the logging of privately and prepare to seal the forest. The reason is simple. After the war has ended for many years, it has gradually become an excellent wood for the construction of mansions by the dignitaries and the immortals on the mountain. Otherwise, it is the identity of the great pilgrim. The temples and Taoist temples that are constantly being built are sent to the beams and big woods. In short, they have nothing to do with the coffins.

  Yichi Lane and Chi'er Street are just beside the imperial city, so it is very convenient for the distinguished Beijing officials to attend the imperial meeting and the government office on duty.

  Dali early morning, every day before dawn, the two streets will be full of chariots and horses.

I heard that he was a few decades earlier, when Mr. Guan had just entered the staff department, the vehicles were congested on the road, and he often fought for the road. Anyway, almost everyone of the Dali officials at that time could be regarded as a military officer. It is a bit similar to the Liubuyamen of the Dali Companion Capital today. Even if the officials did not participate in the battle on the battlefield, the official documents that were handed over every day seemed to have the smell of gunpowder and blood.

Chen Pingan took Xiaomo and passed by a gate of the imperial city. It was seven rooms wide and had a pair of red lacquered and golden nailed door leaves. It was majestic, with a blue and white jade foundation, vermilion high walls, a single-eave and mountain-like yellow glazed roof, and two inside the door. There is a wild goose wing row house on the side, and a duty room at the end. In the important place of the imperial city, ordinary people never have the opportunity to enter without authorization. Chen Ping'an has already handed the innocence card to Xiao Mo, and asked Xiao Mo to hang around his waist and make a look.

  A military attache wearing armor walked quickly and recognized the identity of the other party early. The borders of this imperial city gate were set up with a number of magic restrictions, so that the officials in charge of the access control could check and record the identity of the visitor. Some Dali officials and mountain worships that do not need to be obstructed by law, they do not need to enter and leave the imperial city at all.

  Chen Ping’an said: “This is the worship of our Luopo Mountain, called the stranger, the stranger of the alley, the life of life.”

   Soon a staff official walked out of the duty room and spoke to the military attaché.

  The military attache clasped his fists and saluted, “Sect Master Chen, after checking, there is no “unfamiliar” file in the Ministry of Justice, so strangers who hang up their sacrifice cards and walk in Beijing without permission are no longer in line with the court’s ritual system.”

  The implication is that Chen Pingan can enter the imperial city, but the entourage around him is “unfamiliar”, but it is not suitable for him to enter the city.

  Of course, he wouldn’t be stupid to remind the young sword fairy to quickly let Hu Cong take off the torture card.

  But this matter, the duty room will definitely record the files carefully. As for the Ministry of Criminal Affairs, there will be no accounting after the event, dare to pursue the blame, or whether to ask Luo Po Shan Xingshi about the crime, that is the matter of the Criminal Ministry. For a hundred years, Dali civil and military officials, regardless of their size, have long been accustomed to the official style of clear division of labor and each performing their duties.

  Chen Ping’an smiled and said, “I’ll let the Criminal Department fill it back.

  The military officer choked for a while, and his face was embarrassed.

  Take a deep breath, the military attache's eyes became firm, and he reached out to hold the hilt of the knife, shook his head with the sword fairy in Qingshan, and said in a deep voice: “Sect Master Chen, since the ritual is inconsistent, the duty of the official is offended.”

  Chen Ping’an turned a blind eye to the military attache’s knife action, and would not embarrass these public servants. He smiled and said, “You can send a letter to the Ministry of Justice in the duty room. I’m here to wait for the news.”

  The promise of the Criminal Department is the best. If I don’t agree, what does it have to do with me entering the city?

  Do you think you are Liu Jia?

  The military attache heaved a sigh of relief, and asked the Sect Master Chen to wait for a while, no more dragged along, turned around and strode back to the duty room, and immediately sent a letter to the Ministry of Justice. The answer I got quickly, the content is also very simple, just two words, let go.

  Only the letter was printed with the official seals of the two criminal ministers in addition to the Tangbu big seal.

  This surprised the military attaché.

  I was full of curiosity about Chen Pingan’s visit to the imperial city. It seems that it is definitely not as simple as going to a government office such as Nanxunfang.

  Wait until the famous sword fairy in green shirt, and the yellow hat and blue shoes gradually drift away.

The military attache returned to the duty room, and smiled with the official from the vassal country who was filing the transcript at the moment: "This Sect Master Chen is a native of our Dali, such a young sword immortal, no worse than the Fengxue Temple in the Wei and Jin Dynasties. Up."

"As for Sect Master Chen's boxing skills, where can the expert who taught Wu Critic Master Pei Qian go? In Zhengyang Mountain, the level of swordsmanship of our Chen Shan master, I can't see the depth, but The scene with Zhengyang Mountain enshrined in the mountain, it seems that I have spent a lot of money on buying wine and drinking."

  The official said with a smile: "Old Ma, Chen Jianxian is your relative? It's strange, Chen Jianxian doesn't seem to have the surname Ma."

  The military attache smiled and said, "Sour."

The officer put down his pen and suddenly said, "Such a powerful sect master, not only a young sword immortal, but also a master of martial arts, how can I see his disciples and the ancestor hall enshrined in that battle, each punching on the battlefield? Pass the sword, but you can't see me?"

The military attache was a little bit weak, and said angrily: "Maybe you are busy in retreat. The gods on the mountain can take a nap for several months, not to mention the first-class event of breaking through the five realms. Missed that battle, too. It's normal."

  With Xiao Mo, Chen Ping’an walked in the imperial city full of government offices and government workshops. The atmosphere was solemn, and it was a completely different scene from the inner and outer cities.

  Chen Ping’an turned his head and glanced at the direction of Dadu, the central accompaniment capital. It is estimated that the imitation Bai Yujing over there has already received a letter from His Majesty Emperor Dali’s Feijian.

  Frighten people?

  Sorry, on the battlefield that year, the fourteen old thrones lined up in line, but they couldn't scare me.

  Chen Ping’an retracted his gaze, and said in his heart: “Xiao Mo, if there is a Feijian over there, you have to help you block it.”

   Xiao Mo restrained his smile, and nodded: "You can just ask someone to drink. If Xiao Mo is here, he will never bother his wife's retreat."

  I finally have a chance to make up for one or two.

  At the Great Wall of Jianqi, Fellow Lu Daoist was gloating at the time and gave himself a thumbs up, saying that he dared to hand a sword to the girl Ning in the bright moon and knock her down.

  Chen Ping’an nodded softly when he heard what Xiaomo’s "madam" said.

  Being an offering, it’s a bad idea.

  The two sides walked to the gate of a tightly guarded palace. Chen Ping’an and a military commander who guarded the gate said: “Please give me a briefing. I only see Nan Yan today.”

   or Lu Jiang from the Lu family of the Middle-earth Yin-Yang family.

  Unexpectedly, from the shadow of the palace gate, a young monk with a first-class innocence card walked out, waved to the military commander, and signaled that the two uninvited guests were handed over to him for reception.

  Chen Ping’an squinted and said, “Senior Lu, it’s been a long time since I saw you.”

  The young monk laughed and pretended not to understand, but instead asked: "Why did Chen Shanzhu not come with his sword on this trip, because he did not use the sword on purpose?"

  The man in the blue shirt in front of him, the mountain lord of the Luopo Mountain, the lord of a sect in the vast world, the martial artist of the end, the last hermit, the closed disciple of the Wensheng line.

  Of course, the earliest one of all things was the boy who stepped on dog feces and chose to move forward on the covered bridge in the small town and became the...sword master.

   But no matter how you look at it, it really can’t overlap with the image of the straw-shoe boy in Mud Bottle Alley back then.

  The kiln worker apprentice at that time was just a teenager who would be anxious when he stepped on the bluestone road in Taoye Lane, Fulu Street, on the way to deliver the letter.

  I just received a secret letter from the family, saying that Chen Pingan took a few sword repairmen to travel far away in the wild world.

   made the feat of dragging the moon and moved Haocai to Qingming.

  What else has been done, unknown.

  Chen Ping’an said, “Senior Lu is just a little older and has been practicing for a long time, but since he is not a swordsman, then don’t pretend to be a swordsman.”

  Pause for a moment, Chen Ping’an stared at this ancestor of the Lu family who had been hidden for many years in the Lizhu Cave, and kindly reminded: “When you go out, you have to listen to people’s advice.”

  The young monk was also not annoyed, and said with a smile: "The hermit of the Great Wall of Sword Qi is indeed qualified to say these things. Lu has been taught."

  This is the end of the matter. There is no need to hide and tangle with regard to one's own identity. Mr. Chen, who is not very young but has a deep city mansion in front of him, is an extremely difficult master to fool.

  Anyway, the identities of Aunt Feng, the old coachman and the others have been revealed before him.

  Chen Ping’an asked: “Are you going to help lead the way, or pick up the sword here?”

  The fascinating ancestor of the Lu family leaned over, stretched out a palm, and said in his heart: "Please. Lu Jiang has set up a banquet, and she will personally pick up the dust for Chen Shanzhu."

  The three of them walked through the palace gate together.

Xiao Mo asked in his heart: "My son, I see this guy is an eye-catcher. Anyway, he is a disciple and grandson of Lu Daoyou, and his realm is not high. He is just a fairyland with a little distance from the ascent. Do you want me to kill him? ?"

   Then Xiao Mo added, "At most three swords."

  Yomo is the pinnacle monster who has just left the wild world, and he has really gone to the countryside. "My son, I can find a questioning sword first. I will take a good measure, but will seriously hurt him so that the opponent will not be killed on the spot."

  There is no doubt that a swordsman who has chased and killed Yang Zhi, provoked Bai Ze twice, and has also asked Yuanxiang and Longjun about the sword, whether the swordsmanship is high enough.

  The young monk who was walking slightly in front turned his head, only vaguely aware that something was wrong, he glanced at the temporarily unidentified young man next to Chen Ping An.

  Xiao Mo smiled slightly at the other party.

  Nod, as long as the other party nods, you should agree to your own questioning sword.

  Give another sentence, and Xiao Mo can make a sword.

  Unfortunately, the other party turned his head quickly.

  Chen Ping’an said in his heart: “Don’t worry. Some old accounts must be clear.”

  I saw Nan Zan who appeared alone.

  There is also a wine board.

Chen Ping’an put the food box on the table, gently opened it, took out a jug of wine, and took out two pairs of green bamboo chopsticks of ordinary material. “Either hand over the natal porcelain, or it’s a little troublesome. I will kill you today. Go find it."

  Seeing that Nan Yan was about to speak, Chen Ping’an just picked up a chopstick from the table and reminded: “You only have a chance to say a word. If there is no definite answer, I will assume that you choose the latter by default.”

  Nan Yan wanted to say something but stopped. It was completely different from the previous meeting at Renyun Yiyun Tower. She actually did not dare to say a word indiscriminately today.

  She glanced at her ancestor, who was expressionless.

  Chen Pingan Anan

  Quietly waiting for the answer.

  Sometimes, being unreasonable with unreasonable people is just being reasonable.

  The old sword fairy used to teach by example and deeds in the city to teach Chen Pingan, who was not a hermit at the time, an extremely simple principle.

  Beijing Qintian Supervisor, the two superintendents, had to invite that Mr. Yuan again to help calculate the hexagrams.

  I have to admit that Yuan Tianfeng is the real "outer world" expert in this matter.

  Yuan Tianfeng's identity in the Qin Tianjian is similar to that of a guest on the mountain.

   is a special case.

  Many years ago, a white clothes, Shanze scattered people, conscripted into the dynasty, entered the pilgrimage to meet the Emperor Dali.

  Yuan Tianfeng was proficient in the matter of looking at pictures, and gave his fortune-telling to future officials such as Old Man Guan, General Su Gaoshan, and Cao Ping, the future central and important officials of the Great Li Temple, and they all fulfilled them one by one.

  The court of Dali has never been taboo about this matter, and officials are no taboo.

  Old man Guan got an excellent saying at that time, saying that fate is first-class and one rich and rich. The purple robe and gold belt sit in the high hall, and the predecessors planted trees and descendants to enjoy the shade, and the ancestral hall was filled with jade and gold. It is said that Cao Ping is a frontal bulge like a horn, and there are rhinoceros like a mountain range extending to the jade occipital bone. Saying that Su Gaoshan means that his eyes have red veins, running through his pupils, and when he speaks, there is a red and yellow air lingering at the door.

  Yuan Tianfeng said: “After that, Lord Chen became a fourteenth-level monk inexplicably. In fact, the hexagram image is very stable.”

   Deputy Ma Jian asked, "Is there a ‘but’?"

  Yuan Tianfeng smiled and said: "But when the opponent does not seem to be in the fourteenth stage, the hexagram image becomes unpredictable."

  Yuan Tianfeng smiled and said: "It was the master of Chen Shan who forbeared, now it's your turn to forbear a little."

   Deputy Ma Jian corrected and said: "It's us, we are Dali!"

  The flower shed of the Fire Temple.

  Auntie Feng glanced at the old coachman who had not been by appointment, and smiled angrily: "Are you addicted to drinking? When you are a literary sage with more face than heaven?"

The old coachman sighed, looked gloomy, and stretched out his hand, "I always feel that something is wrong. I haven't had anything for a long time. I'm afraid that I won't be able to drink if I don't come to drink today. Get up, hurry up and get a pot of Hundred Flower Stuffed Rice. How many pots can I drink today?"

  Aunt Feng threw a pot of wine and joked: "You old antiques, if you think things are hanging up, you join hands. Are you afraid that a young man less than half a hundred years old will ask you to turn the old account?"

The old coachman lifted the mud seal, took a big sip on his back, and wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand. "Join your hands and turn the old account? I am afraid that the kid will go to the ancestral grave by the kid. This kid will travel far and return to the capital. , It’s not right, it’s very wrong, it’s completely changed the individual. It has something to do with the weird realm, but it’s not just the realm.”

   Aunt Feng couldn’t help but laugh, “At this moment I finally know the truth about being kind to others. Qi Jingchun didn’t talk less about it back then? Who of you guys listened to it? Why did you know that it was in the beginning.”

  The old coachman sullenly said: "You know it is hard to buy a daughter, and you know it is hard to buy a medicine for regret."

  Looking at the guy who finally admitted to counseling, Aunt Feng stopped teasing him. She glanced at the palace and nodded and said, "It’s not a trivial matter that the storm is coming.

  Cao Mansion, a study room.

  Uncle and nephew are playing against each other.

  Cao Gengxin looked around, and compared to his father’s study, the second uncle was indeed a bit shabby.

  Not only books, but books, my father’s study room is too elegant, there are those with beautiful flowers and leaves, begonias and narcissus. There are also very delicate celadon plum bottles with ice cracks, and a row of golden nanmu bird cages. The thrush and oriole of the best bird sounds are carefully kept. The bird food tanks in it are all from Cao Geng's heart. The one brought home from Longzhou Kiln was very pleasing to my father.

  As a child of the Cao family, Cao Gengxin dared to go to his grandfather’s side and scribble casually in his father’s study, but he rarely came to the second uncle’s side to hang around since he was a child.

  Wei is really the patrolling envoy who had to call his second uncle in front of him. He was too harsh.

  Fortunately, the second uncle will soon lead his troops to the Rishang Ferry in the wild world.

  Cao Ping, an official worship patrolling envoy, is already the ultimate military minister.

  There are only five people in the entire Dali dynasty, and there are actually only three people alive.

  Wenzhu State Martial Arts Tour Hunting, is the pattern of the future Dali.

  However, the surname of the Shangzhu Kingdom can be hereditary, but the patrol envoy cannot. It can be seen that the latter is obviously more expensive and difficult to obtain. It's just that for a family, the pros and cons of the two are still difficult to distinguish.

  As for the posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous post, whether the emperor will chase the Tai Fu or something, compared to the previous two titles, they are all imaginary.

  The second uncle Cao Ping is a Confucian general recognized by the ruling and the opposition.

  Today is a game of Chupin.

  Cao Gengxin held a folding fan of Polygonatum japonica in one hand, and kept it close together to open it, crackling.

  This guy who has been a kiln supervisor for many years has a shiny red wine gourd hanging from his waist.

  Cao Ping raised his head and glanced at this silly nephew.

  Cao Gengxin laughed and said, "Second Uncle, is this upset? Isn't it enough to cultivate the mind."

  Cao Ping asked: "Itchy skin?"

  Cao Gengxin had to sit upright.

  Don’t say it’s a father and a mother, the grandfather who has retired for many years is not afraid, but this second uncle who has almost never smiled at home, Cao Gengxin is really afraid.

  There is no way. Cao Gengxin was really afraid of being beaten by Cao Ping when he was a child.

  Who made this second-uncle official, seniority, knowledgeable, capable, and one thing worth one thing.

The problem is that every time Cao Gengxin is beaten, he has no brains. Those things that Cao Gengxin thinks will be beaten, the second uncle ignores them, and those things that Cao Gengxin thinks are nothing. As a result, Cao Peng uses his belt every time. It's useless for anyone in the family to intercede.

  The sound of Langlangshu in Yi Chixiang’s school, and the beating of his son by the father at the gate of Chi’er Street are all unusual things.

  But on the Cao’s side, Cao Ping used a belt to draw the heart of his nephew Cao Geng, which is also a must, both streets and alleys are quite happy to see.

  Cao Ping asked: "When will you marry a wife and have children?"

  Cao Gengxin was big for a while. Seeing that my second uncle wouldn't let myself off on this matter, in a hurry, I had to find a prevarication method casually, "I think Zhou Haijing is very good, but I am afraid she will not look down on me."

  Cao Gengxin instantly knew that something was wrong, and the second uncle took it seriously!

  Sure enough, Cao Ping nodded, “I have a good vision, but Zhou Haijing doesn’t like you. So I will give you three years. No matter what method you use, you will marry her home.”

  Cao Geng was speechless.

  As a result, the second uncle came with a more worrying remark, "If you are really incapable, you can take a son home."

  Cao Geng was dull and speechless.

  The second uncle Cao Ping never joked with anyone.

  Cao Ping jumped out for no reason, “What do you think Chen Ping’an is like, let’s talk about it.”

  Cao Gengxin said softly, “Second Uncle, although we are at home, it’s still inappropriate for us to talk about this.”

  The world's first-class Qiu He's deep mountain and water danger is in the officialdom.

  On the other side of the battlefield, even the hostile generation of tigers, leopards, snakes, and many famous generals are just real swords and guns.

   But the ruling and the public criticized, if the flies gather on the human face and mosquitoes lick the skin, they will not disperse.

  Cao Ping took out a letter from his sleeve and handed it to Cao Gengxin, "I can't help but you are suitable and inappropriate."

Cao Gengxin quickly scanned the content of the letter. It turned out to be a deal between her second uncle and Chen Ping’an. After returning the secret letter to her second uncle, Cao Gengxin coughed a few times, “I’m not familiar with it. I’m really unfamiliar. I didn’t say a word to him in 1970, and I didn’t even have a chance to meet him. I dare not comment casually on such a person who does not show his anger and anger."

  Chen Ping’an does rarely show up in the small town. Every time he travels back to his hometown, he quietly returns to the ancestral house in Niping Lane, goes to the grave, and then goes to Luopo Mountain. He rarely stays in Huaihuang County. Otherwise, go down the mountain and check the accounts at the two shops in Qilong Alley.

  As for Cao Gengxin’s route, there are only a few routes, where there is wine to go there. What's more, Cao Gengxin's identity is not suitable for any intersection with Chen Ping'an.

  Cao Ping twisted the pieces from the chess pot with one hand, and held the belt with the other hand.

Cao Geng saw that the opportunity was not good, and immediately said: "However, Liu Dajianxian and I are very close friends, and he is Chen Ping's best friend, so I still understand the general disposition of this young hidden official. Chen Ping'an When he was a teenager, he was unreasonably stable in doing things, but he... never harmed anyone. Chen Ping'an must be the best candidate for the partner to do business. The second uncle has a unique eye and has nothing to say!"

  Cao Ping saw that his second uncle still seemed unsatisfied, so he had to rack his brains and come up with a saying, “discipline brings autumn spirit, and there is spring breeze in doing things.”

   "That means you can go up and down the mountain."

  Cao Ping nodded, "The poorest sons have high powers, and they live peacefully in the world and act steadily. They will definitely be able to cultivate from Fuhui."

  Yuan Mansion.

  Leaving the Yuanying Realm of the inn, Jianxiu Yuan Huajing, rarely returned to the family, and found Yuan Zhengding, who had just returned to Beijing to report on his work.

  The two sides sit and drink tea.

  The two of them are regarded as the two most outstanding in the Yuan family of Shangzhu country within a hundred years.

  It's just that the ages of the two sides are very different. Fortunately, there is only one generation difference.

  Just looking at his appearance, Yuan Zhengding, who is middle-aged, is actually a bit older than Yuan Huajing.

  Yuan Zhengding, who served as the governor of the first county of Longzhou, and Cao Gengxin, who has served as a kiln supervisor for many years, have been compared by old officials in the capital.

  Together with Guan Yiran and Liu Xunmei, the four are similar in age and family background, and they are all very well mixed now.

   Among them, Liu Xunmei will soon follow Cao Ping to the wild battlefield.

  Relatively speaking, Cao Gengxin is the most heterogeneous, a typical Jingcheng elder brother, young and accustomed.

  Of course, it’s even the famous Yanerbad when he was a child. At least half of the credit for the "swishes" in Yichi Lane and Chi'er Street should be attributed to this guy's fanfare, and then profit from it.

  So Yuan Zhengding has always had a dislike for Cao Gengxin.

  Yuan Huajing said: "Zhengding, this time the accident is not big."

  The Longzhou provincial governor Wei Li, who was born in Huang Tingguo, is actually in Beijing now, but I believe he will leave Beijing soon and go to Dali to accompany the capital as the attendant of the Ministry of Rites.

  The vacant position of Longzhou Governor has become a sweet pastry for all parties to compete.

  In the officialdom, there are also some important official positions similar to the battlefield of military strategists.

  What's more, if you can be an official residence in a state governor, for the civil servants, you will be a veritable official in Xinjiang.

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  Yuan Zheng nodded fixedly, and asked in confusion: "Injured?"

  Yuan Huajing smiled and said, "You don't need to worry about this, and be your official with peace of mind."

   Then Yuan Huajing said in his heart: "The ferry of the feudal lord Song Mu has arrived in Gyeonggi. It seems that he changed his mind temporarily and did not enter Beijing."

  This is the unique advantage of Yuan Huajing as a monk of the Earthly Branch.

   can know many hidden affairs that the children of the Shangzhu Kingdom surname would never dare to interfere with.

   Next to feudal king Song Mu.

   The maidservant is juvenile, soaring. She is now one of the four sea kings.

  Ma Kuxuan, Zhenwu Mountain.

  Including Zhengyang Mountain, Yunxia Mountain, and Laolongcheng Fu’s family, these immortal houses on the mountain have always been close to that feudal residence.

  What's more, those big li cavalry should be added.

   and those young and strong officials who accompanied the capital of Liubuyamen in Dali.

  Yuan Zhengding said indifferently: "I don't recognize the emperor, but only recognize the prince. This is a major problem for the country."

  Yuan Huajing smiled and said, "That's not enough."

  Yuan Zhengding said: "I am going to advise your majesty to move the capital to the south."

  Yuan Huajing is noncommittal.

  Yuan Zhengding asked: "What happened to the Xu family in Qingfeng City?"

  Qingfeng City, the Xu family used to be the daughter of the family, and the Yuan family

  The marriage of sons and daughters.

  Yuan Huajing smiled and said, "What else can I do, my vitality is badly hurt."

  I am lucky enough to mess with that guy.

  In the alley on the side of Renyun Yiyun Building, a steward from the Zhao Family Mansion came and said that he was asking Zhao Duanming to go home.

  Juvenile is after all the son of Zhao's long house in Tianshui.

  Liu Yu reminded: "Go and come back quickly. Don't forget those few words, give more and get more, I don't think too much."

  Zhao Duanming nodded and said: "It must be proper."

Among the surnames of   Dali Shangzhuguo, Yuan, Cao, and Guan are the undoubted first grades. Then came the Yu family of a queen empress, and the Tianshui Zhao family who was in charge of horse politics in a country, followed by Fufengqiu family, Poyang Ma family, Zi Zhaoyan family, etc., they are not very different from each other. Each official hilltop and context.

  Previously, Liu Yu helped Chen Ping’an and Tianshui Zhao’s Patriarch to ask for a picture of Zhao’s family instructions.

  According to the agreement, without mentioning Chen Pingan, Liu Jia only said that he wanted it.

   Although Tianshui Zhao, who is in charge of many racecourses in Dayi, is laughed at as "horse dung Zhao".

   But the so-called Guange style in the officialdom of Dayi is actually Zhao style.

  Similar to the preface official card of the official Xun Qu of the Hongxu Temple, and the ring stone inscriptions that are used by officials of a country and large and small, they all come from the handwriting of the Patriarch of the Zhao family.

  Liu Pa was on the side of the Patriarch of the Zhao family. He had always been a big fan. He occasionally drank there. To the famous second-ranking minister, Liu Pa always took a bite of a "little Zhao".

  Zhao Duanming returned home with the steward and saw the grandfather who was recovering from the illness at home, but it was strange that in the eyes of the young gas trainer, the grandfather had a very strong body, and there was no sign of cold.

  The old man stood on the steps of the small courtyard, bent over and touched the young man’s head, and said with regret: "Have you not been struck by lightning recently?"

  Zhao Duanming rolled his eyes.

  The old man took Zhao Duanming for a walk to the garden, talking to himself.

   said that Tong Yezhou is an indisputable sad book. Fu Yao Zhou is a **** anger book.

  As for our Aquarius Island, it is a book of heaven that neither enemy nor us can understand...

  The young man waited until the old man stopped learning, and then asked: "Grandpa, is that basket of calligraphy and painting ready? Master is in a hurry."

   "How come it becomes a basket?"

  The old man then smiled and said, "The master is not in a hurry, what is your master?"

  The young man shut up and said, he is very old in the world, how can he leak the wind.

  The old man sighed for no reason: "To work with people with the guts, you need to read from a place without words."

  The young man nodded and said, "Grandpa, this is a very good sentence. I have to write a calligraphy and painting, and I will take it away."

  The old man looked at the energetic boy and laughed.

  For a twilight old man, every time he falls asleep, he doesn’t know if it’s a farewell.

  Probably because of this, the elderly generally sleep very lightly.

  The morning sun is like a golden deer, gently stepping on the forehead of the sleeper.

  Queen Yu Mian, today she suddenly went out of the palace to save her relatives, but she didn’t mobilize the people, so she went to Yichi Lane.

  Dali Song is extremely lenient in such matters. The Ministry of Rites has never closed one eye to this, and never criticizes it at all.

  The prince Song Xu, and Yu Yu, are responsible for escorting the empress.

  Yu Yu, who is still a little girl, is not too old, and is not low in the family. Even if the empress sees her, she needs to call the girl aunt.

  Meeting each other anyway, each shouting, Yu Yu would not be polite to the empress.

  It's a pity that the prince Song Xu is on her side and likes to pretend to be stupid. Otherwise, she would have to call her auntie.

  The Yu clan of Shangzhu Kingdom has little reputation in the officialdom, but only manages the local official silk and tea affairs.

   "Haha, Chen Jianxian gave Song Xu a very high evaluation at the time."

  The girl laughed so hard, she finally held back, imitating the look and tone of the Chen Jianxian, pointed at Song Xu, and nodded herself: "The Jindanjianxiu who is less than twenty years old is terrifying."

  The Queen Empress smiled slightly.

  The prince Song Xu fell on deaf ears.

  An Xianjia inn with a deserted business. It is beautiful and hard-working, as well as a few young people. Stay together today and chat casually.

  The little monk wearing a veiled Zen clothing realized that he had already returned to the Translation Bureau.

  Ge Ling seemed to be called to the Daozhengyuan.

  Gaiyan suddenly gave a shock, her face pale.

   Gou Cun turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

  The earthly branch monk named Sushou, with a wry smile. I feel the same about why Gaiyan is like this.

  In that fight, the white-clothed man only said the word "flower bloom", and his colleague Lu Hui was nailed into his body by dozens of long swords, looking like a hedgehog.

After   , the ghost modified Yan, and was cut into pieces by countless sword lights. In the term of that "person", this hand swordsmanship was created and called "Pianyue".

  How to make people who have survived the catastrophe have a lingering fear?

  A Taoist temple with a very small face in the capital.

  The main courtyard of Jingshi Dao under the jurisdiction of Dali Chongxu Bureau.

  Beijing Road is presiding over the meeting.

  Including Ge Ling, genealogy, ci litigation, qing ci, palm print, geography, and Qing Gui Liu Si Dao Lu were all present.

  There is also a middle-aged Taoist priest who habitually squints and smiles.

  It's not a smiling tiger, but when I was young, I liked reading books with lamps, often all night long, which hurt my eyesight.

  Although I have regained my eyesight, my habits are hard to change.

  He came from a state of the Dali vassal in his early years, the Qingluan Kingdom in the southeast of Aquarius Island. He was born in a little-known Taoist temple, but now he is the leader of the Chongxu Bureau.

Xun Qu, a young official of the Hongsheng Temple, recently had a secret errand to collect the official newspapers of the major government offices.

The official rank is not high, and it is from the ninth rank, but it is a pure exodus of the imperial examination Jinshi, which is quite important in Honghe Temple. Therefore, in addition to the "preface" duties, he was able to temporarily lead the Beijing Temple Affairs Department and promote some officials Affair. This is not an ordinary officialdom experience, obviously it is going to be promoted.

  The Hongxu Siqing just asked Xunqu privately, what is the knowledge of that Mr. Chen.

  Xunqu certainly didn’t dare to talk nonsense, and could only say that he didn’t have much contact with Mr. Chen temporarily.

  Lupper Mountain.

  Cui Dongshan sits cross-legged, and inside the courtyard is a geomancy map of the northern part of Tongyezhou.

  Chen Lingjun was sitting on the small bench beside him, raising his elbow, rubbing his shoulders for Cui brother.

  Chen Lingjun hardly saw Cui Dongshan’s serious face and eyes.

  Since the surname Zheng came and left, Da Bai Goe has been this virtue.

  Is it possible that scholars who like to dress like a big white goose are all such birds?

  The problem is that the guy whose surname Zheng doesn’t know his name doesn’t sway when he walks.

  Chen Lingjun remembered something and asked, "Brother Cui, do you know what Luoyang Muke is?"

Cui Dongshan casually said: "It is a group of wild people in the mountains who have escaped the world. Since ancient times, they have been used to bartering things and don't like money with their hands. However, their reputation on Haoran Mountain is not obvious. The master of Baopingzhou Baozhai is actually Luoyang Mu. They are of guest origin, but even if these people are of the same origin, as long as they go down the mountain, they don’t move around very much."

  Chen Lingjun asked again: "Then do you know a woman named Qin Bugui?"

  Cui Dongshan absent-minded, shook his head, "I haven't heard of it."

  Chen Lingjun added: “She claims to be a member of the Middle-earth Mizu County.”

  Cui Dongshan thought for a while, and asked, "Does she wear a poplar wooden handle knife?"

  Chen Lingjun was taken aback, "Really!"

  Fucking, could it be that he has run into extremely hard nails again?

Cui Dongshan always stared blankly at the ethereal map, and said: "That's right, it's as beautiful as a Qionghua, holding a poplar blade in hand, in the murder city. She and Bai are also people from the same place, and they are similar. She is very famous for her age. When she was in the middle of the city, she neither practiced martial arts nor practiced. Many writers, including Bai Ye, wrote poems for her, but I heard that she soon disappeared. It seems that she has entered the mountain to practice the Taoism, which is very suitable for her. There are rumors from the mountain that the pure fist martial arts of the young girl in Zhuhai Dongtian was asked by Mrs. Qingshenshan to teach it for her.

  Chen Lingjun raised his hand, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and said timidly: "But I'm over in Qilong Lane, looking at her, it's at best the cultivation level of Yuan Ying realm."

  Since that Qin Budou, and Haoran is most proud of a senior monk, then she is definitely not a Nascent Soul monk, the life span of Nascent Soul,

  Cui Dongshan said: "Don't worry, since she came with Chen Zhenrong, there is nothing wrong with it."

  Baopingzhou used to be unwelcome. The end of the Long Mirror of the Song Dynasty and the 40-year-old Yupu State of the Fengxue Temple in the Wei and Jin Dynasties are all regarded as rare events.

  Nowadays, there are more and more strange people and strangers in other continents, who are actively visiting Aquarius.

Chen Lingjun angrily said, "Since that fellow is a busy apprentice, then I am the elder of his uncle generation at any rate. Next time I will see that surname Zheng. See if I don't spill a large bucket of ink on him, how can I help you out? Sickness!"

  This is what Chen Lingjun said bitterly.

  There is no way, Cui Dongshan always looks like this, Chen Lingjun actually looks quite uncomfortable.

  Cui Dongshan originally wanted to remind Chen Lingjun to speak carefully, especially when it comes to the "surname Zheng", but he just thought about it again, as if to remind no one to remind the guy around him.

   Haoran Xiancha, the wild peach pavilion, to compete with great feats, it is estimated that he has already lost to this uncle Chen.

  Cui Dongshan seemed to be in a better mood, and suddenly strangled Chen Lingjun’s neck, and said with a smile: “Why did your sir take you such a talented genius?”

   "The vision is the master's vision. The blessing is my blessing."

  Chen Lingjun winked at the millet grains.

  Xiao Mi Li immediately raised his hands and raised two thumbs at him, Jing Qing Jing Qing.

  Shanjun Weibo walked into the yard from the doorway.

  Chen Lingjun shook his head and couldn't get rid of the arm of the big white goose. Chen Lingjun's momentum became weak. He laughed and waved: "Hey, this is not Brother Wei, a rare visitor."

Wei Bo was too lazy to talk to Chen Lingjun, holding an official document, and smilingly said: "Good news, the intercontinental ferry Wind Kite, the land route of Aquarius Island, the Dali court has passed the deliberation, and there is no objection, but A few notes are given."

  It turns out that Cui Dongshan has designed a complete route from the Xianjia Ferry of the Dayuan Dynasty in the central part of Beiju Luzhou to the southernmost Qishandu of Tongyezhou.

  Since he wants to be the master of the next sect, he can no longer be as lazy as before.

  For example, you have to start accepting disciples.

   Reluctantly, accept that thank you as an anonymous disciple.

  Among the nine sword fairy embryos, there are also suitable candidates.

  In fact, these things were all earlier than Cui Dongshan's expectations, at least a year earlier.

  Moreover, Cui Dongshan’s real plan is farther than Tongyezhou, in the colorful world.

  Cui Dongshan got up and chatted with Wei Shanjun, and walked to the cliff beside the bamboo building.

  After Wei Mo left, Cui Dongshan pushed open the door on the first floor of Mr. Bamboo Building, which was both a study and a residence.

  There is a couplet that my husband loves very much.

   is a blue gold word cloud and bat pattern couplet.

  Three-foot sword in wind and rain outside the mountain, bring the sword down the mountain if something happens.

  A house of books with flowers and birds in the clouds, worry-free turning over the books, the sages come.

  Cui Dongshan looked up at the couplet, and quickly walked out of the house, closed the door, hugged the back of his head with both hands, jumped on the six blue bricks, and settled on the last blue brick.

  The white-clothed boy smiled and said, "He who moves my heartstrings, Mingyue, Beauty, Falling Snow, Jianguang."