A grinning old talent came to the Huoshen Temple, standing at the bottom of the flower shed steps, saying that he asked Auntie Feng to help inquire about news from the palace, so as to avoid his simple, kind, and conspiring closed disciple. He was bullied by someone who relied on how old he was to sell his old man. In case he was fooled by the old man, he didn't read it well. As a husband, he certainly can't stand by.

The old scholar didn’t even look at the old coachman. He just got close to the old coachman. After meeting, he did not go to sit at the stone table by the old coachman. He pulled out a text that seemed to have just been picked up from the sauerkraut jar. , There are beautiful poems for beautiful women, poems also beg the spirit of wine, if there is no wine in the world, the beautiful scenery of the good day will be imaginary...

Aunt Feng couldn't bear the sour taste, so she had to throw a jar of Hundred Flower Stuff for Lao Xiu Cai, as a gag, sitting on the stone at the bottom of the flower shed. The old Xiu Cai seemed to have seen the old coachman just now. He raised his butt, gave a hello, took the wine jar to the stone table, and murmured a few words for the elders. Why is there only half of the jar of wine left? I have heard the name for a long time. It’s rare to see the last side, so I don’t have to be drunk. When Aunt Feng can’t beat the old scholar’s ​​side by side, he threw another altar to the old coachman. As a result, the old scholar stared at the latter and the drinks on the table. As soon as he looked up, the latter was erratic, and the latter immediately understood, and silently pushed the altar of Hundred Flowers that he had just received to the famous literary sage.

Then the old scholar just sat at the table, took out a handful of dry-fried soybeans from his sleeve, and shook it off on the table. With aunt Feng’s natal power, with the breeze between the world and the earth, he listened to the wine game in the palace. Dialogue.

  Probably the Confucian Temple has many accompaniment to the saints and sages, and only this old talent can do this kind of unreasonable activity, and he is confident.

  The old coachman sat down so hard that he wanted to leave.

  I never thought that the old scholar squinted his eyes and threw a few fried soybeans into his mouth, "You won’t give me noodles? Did I let you go?"

  The old coachman smiled bitterly: "Wen Sheng said and laughed."

  The old scholar sneered and said, "Just kidding? Do you need to tell me? In the eyes of you, I am not a joke in itself, I need to tell?"

  The old coachman was shocked, and for a while, he was a little anxious.

  Does the old scholar want to verbalize Tianxian today, instead of Confucian Temple, come after the fall?

  The old scholar sneered: "I think you are a joke, senior. Why, senior is looking down on the fourth in command of the Confucian Temple and feels unqualified to be on an equal footing with you?"

No matter how dull the old coachman is, he knows the importance of the stakes. He knows that he is not good. He immediately said to Aunt Feng with his heartfelt voice: "The person who came is not kind, unlike Wen Sheng's previous style. Later, if Wen Sheng plays rogues or makes up his mind. If you want to pour dirty water on me, please take care of it. At least on the side of the Confucian Temple and Zhenwu Mountain, remember to say something."

Regarding the gains and losses of his own honor and disgrace, the old scholar has never cared in his life, even if the status of the statue in the Confucian Temple drops and falls, until he is moved out of the Confucian Temple or even beaten up in the street, the world has forbidden his knowledge and is imprisoned in the merits. I have never defended myself or shouted injustice. A scholar who got the suffix of the word "Sheng", mixed for this purpose, is unique in the history of the world, and the only one in thousands of years.

  Auntie Feng replied with her heartfelt voice: "Try your best. You can only help if you are guaranteed to help. Don't blame me if you can't help. I'm also worried about whether it will catch the fire."

  Today's Wen Sheng, as the old coachman said, it is indeed a posture that those who come are not good and those who are good do not come, making it clear that they want to question Lu Wei's teachers.

  Aunt Feng can also understand that Qi Jingchun and Chen Ping’an, the two youngest disciples of Lao Xiucai one after another, have been "relied on the old and sold the old" by several old antiques in the sky of Lizhu Cave.

  What's more, now that the old scholar is in the capital city of Dali, it is the "land of monasticism" where the first disciple Cui Yun has spent a hundred years of hard work. Where can he be in a better mood?

  So it’s the old saying, don’t bully those honest people who seem to have a good temper.

  Old Xiucai said, “Auntie Feng will take the opportunity to make up for Chen Ping’an today, some old almanacs that have been covered in dust for a long time.”

  Aunt Feng sighed quietly and nodded.

  So Chen Ping'an, who was in intrigue with Lu Wei and Nan Zan at the palace, had more first-hand advantage for "for no reason".

  When the old coachman saw that Wensheng, he felt as if he was a wild monk for a while, then he squinted his eyes and caressed his beard and smiled, and he nodded himself, as if he had overheard the weird words on the itching place.

  Finally, the old scholar asked Aunt Feng to invite the Luwei to the Fire Temple to relive the past.

  Added Aunt Feng, Lu Wei, the old coachman, and three old friends from Lizhu Dongtian, they will meet again in a fire temple in the Great Capital.

Lao Xiucai glanced at the ancestor Lu who had come here from Dayi Palace, put a pot of Hundred Flower Stuffed Rice in his sleeve, grabbed the last bit of fried soybeans on the table, put it in his mouth and chewed slowly, then slowly got up. He said some conclusive words to the old coachman, "Don’t think about coming in and going from Zhenwu Mountain in the future, otherwise, as long as I know about it once, I won’t bother you, I will just ask Zhenwu Mountain to reason. ."

  Old Xiucai stretched out a finger and nodded on his chest, "What I said is what the Confucian Temple said. If there is any objection from Zhenwu Mountain, I will go to the Confucian Temple to file a complaint, and I will wait at the door."

  The old coachman is relieved, but fortunately, Wen Sheng has not bullied people too much, and he will have a big deal to enter and leave the world from Fengxue Temple in the future.

The old scholar looked at the Lu Wei who had just fallen, "Going back to the Middle-earth Divine Continent, you help me to say hello to Lu Sheng, when I go to the astrological platform in the future, don't walk at night, don't say that I have What kind of backer, dealing with a Lu Sheng, can't make it, it won't happen."

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

  Fu Lu Yu Xuan, he Dao Xinghe.

  I and Bai are also good brothers, and Yu Lao'er and Bai have a fateful friendship, so I will be close friends with Yu Lao'er.

  Why did the most sage master personally open the way for Yuxuanhedao?

  , of course, is Fulu Yuxuan worthy of the word "Fulu". At the beginning, he crossed continents to help Baiye. Old Yu Xuan was willing to be a Taoist, not wanting a million talisman, but also to blend in with that chaotic battle.

  At the same time, the Confucian Temple was dissatisfied with the Lu family in the Middle Earth, but there were some things that the Lu family did both vaguely and cleverly. It was within the rules, and the punishment of the Confucian Temple was not too obvious.

  Heaven has Yu Xuan, and Lu is on the ground. This is the real way to send people to the fence!

  The threat of the old talent sounds very sloppy and rascal, like an innocuous, innocuous joke.

  But Lu Wei couldn't laugh at all.

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

  A scholar who can only pretend, can’t teach people like Cui Yang and Chen Ping’an.

  A Confucian sage with insufficient knowledge will not let Liu Shiliu take the initiative to join the school when his reputation is not obvious.

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

  The old scholar became more and more angry, so angry with his hands on his hips, he yelled at the two.

   "When I reasoned with you, I just didn’t listen and I had to be a demon."

   "Only when you have to hold your heads are you willing to listen to the truth and speak human words."

   "My closed disciple is also good-tempered, otherwise I will be replaced by me... Forget it, my skills are too low and my face is too small, so I won't be scornful today, otherwise I will show you jokes for nothing."

  The old scholar turned his head and looked at Aunt Feng who was sitting on the stone wall of the flower shed.

  Auntie Feng was full of resentment, patted her heart, and said timidly: "Yeah, it's my turn to scold me? Wen Sheng scolds casually, I will suffer."

  The old scholar was a little embarrassed, rubbing his hands and said: "Where is it, this is not dry, let me moisten my throat with a pot of wine."

   Aunt Feng smiled and said, “It’s better for Wensheng to curse directly.”

  The drinks are delicious but hard to cheat.

  Lu Wei was no longer half-hearted, but only to fight with Wen Sheng, he left silently, and then traveled far to the Middle-earth Shenzhou, and returned to the Lu family.

  This ancestor of the Lu family has made up his mind that he will never set foot on Aquarius Island anymore in his life. It is a land of right and wrong. There are too many hard work, first Qi Jingchun, then Chen Pingan.

  The old Xiucai drank slightly, walked out of the Huoshen Temple, and when he reached the entrance of the temple, he stopped suddenly, sighed, and stopped talking.

  The old woman of the ordinary master is not only the concierge of the Huoshen Temple, but also the blessing of the temple.

The old woman rickets and laughs softly: "Wen Sheng has accepted a good disciple, is gentle and frugal, treats others courteously, and when going out, you can see the saints all over the street. Everyone has the Buddha nature. Great wisdom and compassion."

  The old scholar was full of joy and smiled from ear to ear, but still waved his hands, "Nowhere, not as good as the predecessors said. After all, he is still a young man and will be better in the future."

  The "old woman" in front of her is just a sojourn, like a secular inn. As for her true identity, it is a bit complicated. It's a bit like Chen Qingliu and Zheng Juzhong's pair of masters and apprentices to the blind old Taoist priest in Qilongxiang. One of her relatively simple identities is one of the ancestors of the Dragon Warriors of Lizhu Cave, and the teacher of a certain dragon girl in the past. Earlier, she was still considered as a family member of the Temple of Confucius, raised three thousand years ago. Long Shi's orthodox main lineage is one of the Confucian courtesy officials.

  Therefore, when Lu Chen set up a stall in the small town, Liu Xianyang overturned the fortune-telling stall. There is a potential causal line.

  The entire Baopingzhou, the place where the dragon's energy is most prosperous, used to be the Lizhu Cave Heaven, but now it is of course the Great Capital.

  The old woman said in a serious tone: "The next person has the superior wisdom."

  The old scholar suppressed his smile, was silent for a moment, and nodded slightly, "Senior has a better vision than Aunt Feng."

   The old woman shook her head and said: "If we want to talk about our eyes, we are not as good as Qi Jingchun."

  The old scholar hesitated for a while, and grumbled his beard: "You should take the cloud in your mind. Who reads You Han?"

The implication is that when Lu Chen went to sea on a boat, he still couldn't find a place of peace of mind. In the end, in pursuit of the great road in his heart, he left his hometown to go to the Qingming world and became the third disciple of the Taoist ancestor. Wubo is an ancient well. And it's a fate. Although it appears to be against the heart and ruthless, in fact, he has never violated his heart.

The old woman smiled, "Lu Chen set up a stall in Lizhu Dongtian for many years, not only to protect his big brother, but also the last unreasonable hand to defeat Qi Jingchun. He is obviously an enemy, why did Wen Sheng do this? What does anyone excuse?"

  The old scholar shook his head and said, "One yard goes to one yard, and grievances and grievances are clear."

  The flower shed is over there.

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

  Auntie Feng smiled and said: "This is called retribution. Just stand up and be beaten, why bother to be feminine."

  The old coachman said helplessly: "Who said it, and who doesn't deal with it, don't make enemies with Lao Xiucai, Zheng Juzhong, and Huolong."

  One quarrel is too strong, one brain is too good, and one mountain has too many friends.

  After the old coachman left the Huoshen Temple in dismay, the old woman staggered and came to the flower shed.

  Aunt Feng said: “It’s been a long time since I have personally taught a Confucian Temple saint’s self-arrogance. Fortunately, it was just a false alarm.”

Whether it’s the new recruits of various divisions in later generations to fill the vacancy of the gods, the genealogical monks on the mountain and the Yamazawa noxiu, at least some overlap with the mountain leader of the academy, in fact, I don’t know much about the saints of the Confucian Temple. Three thousand years ago, and with Eight thousand years ago, there were two distinct watersheds. The image of those who accompany the saints has faded in the hearts of the world, and even forgotten.

  The old woman stroked her hair, smiled and nodded.

Aunt Feng drank the wine and said to herself: "Worry about the moon for the cloud, worry about the silverfish, worry about the learning, worry about the wind and rain for the flowers, worry about the ups and downs of the world, worry about the fate of the gifted and beautiful people, and be the saints and heroes. The loneliness of the worrisome drinker is really the heart of the first-class bodhisattva."

  The old woman murmured: "Flowers are mutual cause and effect."

  The young man jumped out of the carriage and walked to the alley, holding a pair of famille rose painting and calligraphy tubes with no fewer than 20 scrolls.

  Liu Ge smiled and cursed: "Your kid is moving?"

   Xiao Zhao’s calligraphy and painting, when are they so worthless?

   Still saying that he made an exception to ask for calligraphy and painting, which flattered Xiao Zhao to this point?

  Zhao Duanming went to the alley, entered the Baiyu Dojo, threw two calligraphy and painting tubes to the ground, and then whispered: "Master, like my grandfather, I already know who wants calligraphy and painting."

Liu Jia lifted a scroll and smiled and said, "It's also normal. Your grandfather was just like a monkey, he was as thin as just a pair of eyes, and he squirmed around when he saw people. Your kid is not as bad as him. Otherwise I would never accept you as an apprentice."

  I really don’t know how such a young man who couldn't move his eyes when he saw a big boy, became a well-known high official in the courts and the public. He has a thousand words, and even the gods on the mountain demanded words.

  It’s good for the cultivators. I have seen many "young people" of the old people under the mountain.

  Liu Pa untied the golden silk rope on the scroll, flicked the scroll of his wrist, spread it out in the air, and wrote two rows of full and hearty characters, "Single shadows are not self-pity, but I am alone."

  Liu Ge smiled and scolded: "What a little Zhao, his words are like flattering kung fu, he always grows stronger."

  Zhao Duanming complained: “Master, it’s almost the same. Anyway, it’s my grandfather. You are always so young Zhao Xiaozhao. It makes me difficult to be a man. Pretending to be deaf and dumb, not filial, refute, still not filial.”

  Liu Yu smiled, and suddenly asked, "Could they be fakes that asked someone to hunt for a knife?"

  Zhao Duanming craned his neck and glanced, "Master, what look in your eyes, the ink on the top hasn't been completely dried yet, is there a monogram that is absolutely not sealable, can it be faked?"

  "Furthermore, I don’t know if I don’t know, my grandpa’s face is the hardest. Even if he was short of money when he was young, his grandpa would at best imitate paintings and make some money to buy books."

  Liu Yu turned his head and asked, "It’s bitter, what do you do with a face."

  The young man squatted on the ground, "Grandpa said, let you give him the seals carved by the two parties, and inscribe them as'Sword Immortal' and'National Hand.' If they don't, he will come here to block the door to collect debts."

  The old monk stared and said, "Did Xiao Zhao go out without looking at the road, his mind was caught in the door panel? An old guy who fell when the wind blows, dare to come here to block the door?"

  Zhao Duanming looked at his master with a pitiful look.

  How can I stand up with such an inadvertent master.

  Liu Yu quickly figured out the joints, coughed a few times, and found himself a step down. "It's easy to say that Master is actually a hidden gem and stone master, but he easily does not reveal his unique skill."

  Fucking, these scholars who are officials have a lot of intestines, and they like to talk and do things around.

  Liu Gu opened another picture, and he snorted, quite surprised.

  Even if the old monk is a layman with calligraphy, he still thinks that this copybook is not tacky when it is opened.

   is very simple, it is extremely rare one word per line!

  Therefore, after all the words were spread out, it turned out to be as long as three feet long!

  Started with "Yuanjia six years, bitter cold land, the flood is a little flat, see a Qingyi, set aside a lone boat, cross the river gracefully, people, gods, ghosts, gods".

   ended with the four words "Bingzhuyegui".

The word    is like a spear and spear, with an overwhelming momentum.

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

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

Grandpa is a typical weak scholar. I heard that he was frail and sick when he was a child. At the age of 30, he was an official at the Ministry of Households. He had a disagreement with Cui Guoshi. For six years in Rongzhou, where the landscape is steep, the former Seiji Langzhong of the Hubei could only go to the border to be the magistrate of the next county, and when his grandfather was out of Beijing, he didn’t expect to be alive. Back to Beijing.

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

  When Grandpa returned to Beijing, there was no umbrella for the people, and there was no good official voice in the place. There was no poem left. It seemed that except for a package, there was only this word for the extras on his body.

  Every time the picture scroll is slowly spread out on the desk, the Patriarch of the Zhao family in Tianshui will take a pot of wine.

  Look at a character from a sip of wine in the prime of life, and read the numbers with a sip of wine in the twilight years. Until now, the elderly can read a whole character with only half a pot of wine.

   And that copybook opened in Yuanjia six years.

   happened to be the year when the Dali frontier army won the hard border battle with the Lu's cavalry.

  I was scolded by a book-business civil servant who was called a warrior and a warrior, and it was here.

In one year, the one hundred and twenty thousand elite Lu's cavalry army, which was invincible, was beaten on the ground and killed countless enemies. For the first time, the Dali Frontier Army killed the Lu's national territory for hundreds of years. An unprecedented border victory!

  Using the officialdom of Dali, it’s a little bit more elaborate, killing the invincible Lushi cavalry in the past, "no one on horseback"!

  Since then, in the northern mountains and rivers of Aquarius Island, there is no more Lu's cavalry, only Dali cavalry.

  Liu Ge gently put away the copybook, turned his head and said to the young man: "Tell your grandfather, the two seals are wrapped around me."

  Han Zhoujin, a monk from the earthly branch, left the capital secretly. She came to the land of Gyeonggi, a little famous temple.

  She stood at the door and saw a young man copying scriptures in a squatter, with a focused and meticulous expression, copying a Buddhist scripture in small letters.

  The man looked at him as just a suave family boy.

  But Han Zhoujin was very nervous, and even the palms of her hands were sweaty.

The contemporary patriarch of Zi Zhao Yan’s family is Guanglu Temple Qing Yan Yongfeng. Compared with a person who bears the title of Shangzhu Kingdom, the official is not big or small. The key is the Qingshui Yamen of Xiao Jiuqing, but the real words of Yan’s The person is someone who dare not look down upon.

   is Han Zhoujin's eye of this man of skillful cultivator, Yan Jiaoran.

  Yan Jiaoran is proficient in cursive script, but he likes to copy the scriptures here in lower case. It seems that every time he enters Beijing, he will come here to copy the scriptures in his spare time.

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

  After copying a sentence, Yan Jiaoran turned his head and smiled: "Come in and sit, what do you want to do."

   Yan Jiaoran lowered his head and whispered softly: "Miss Han, wait a moment, it's more than a hundred words short."

  Han Zhoujin gently closed the door, and then stood by the door.

   Before meeting that Mr. Chen, Han Zhoujin was afraid of the people in front of him.

  For a time, there was only the rustle of the pen rubbing the paper in the room.

   After Yan Jiaoran finished copying a Buddhist scripture, he gently put the pen back, turned his head to look at the woman standing at the door, and said with a smile: "Sit down instead."

  Han Zhoujin hurried forward a few steps, moved a chair and took a seat.

Yan Jiaoran stretched out his hand and held down a rare copybook that he carried on the table. "I used to hear from Cui Guoshi that calligraphy is the least influential trail, inferior to painting. I was advised not to waste my thoughts and energy on this kind of thing. Seeing that I don’t repent, maybe I think I have some talent? After a discussion, I just pointed out a few words casually and threw this cursive copybook to me."

  Han Zhoujin did not miss a word.

  It’s just that she doesn’t know the use of memorizing these.

  Yan Jiaoran suddenly asked: "At the inn, nine of you, it seems that you have suffered a lot?"

  Han Zhoujin was just about to elaborate on the process of those few fights.

Yan Jiaoran waved his hand and said, "You don't need to elaborate, you just need to talk about how the hidden official pointed you, for example, did he talk about the remains of the Tongbai blessed land, and the sword immortal servant next to you? ?"

  Han Zhoujin didn't dare to conceal the slightest, and came one by one.

  There is still a lack of one person who cannot fill the nine Earthly Branches. Except for the young Gou Cun, each of them has backgrounds and backgrounds. The National Teacher never forbidden them to communicate with the outside world.

   "Ten thousand ounces of strength, all directions, unobstructed vitality, strict law."

Unexpectedly, Yan Jiaoran lightly patted the book, and started to change the subject again, saying, "The side forward enters the paper, the center forward writes. The cursive script is scribbled, the essence of learning, but in the word'righteous', there is that magnificent atmosphere. Girl Han, are you weird?"

After all, Han Zhoujin is not a stupid person. He finally understood what the other party meant, and immediately nodded and said: "Mr. Chen acted very well. He seemed to be unconstrained. In fact, with a little care, he found that there are rules to follow and he is everywhere. Within the rules."

   Yan Jiaoran smiled and said nothing.

  Han Zhoujin held his breath and sat aside.

  Yan Jiaoran smiled and said, "Girl Han doesn't need to be so cautious."

  Han Zhoujin nodded.

  But her restraint hasn't diminished at all.

   Yan Jiaoran.

  Responsible for the deployment of all the monks who accompanied the army of Dali cavalry, not only recorded combat achievements, but also was responsible for rewards and punishments. Therefore, in the matter of the monks who accompanied the army, the three divisions of Dali soldiers and criminal rituals may not really intervene.

  Yan Jiaoran is like the shadow of a great dynasty, only in the night.

   is recognized as one of the absolute confidants of the national teacher Cui Yang.

  This cryptic statement, Han Zhoujin naturally cannot verify the authenticity.

  But Han Zhoujin can be extremely sure of the fact that Yan Jiaoran once fought Song Changjing in his early years!

  In addition, Han Zhoujin also knows a secret matter. Yan Jiaoran and God Sect Datianjun Qi Zhen are friends of great age difference, and they are also irreverent friends.

  That's why the Yan family can take the lead, **** her from Dali Nianganlang, and bring her back to the Yan family from Qingtanfu.

"The friend Chen Pingan said, if you didn’t guess wrong, it should be Liu Jinglong of Taihui Sword Sect. As for he asked you to go to the Fire Temple to find Aunt Feng, you should openly ask where the formation center is, and cherish these two. Immortal fate on the mountain."

  Yan Jiaoran stood up and said, "Go, it's just time to eat, I will ask Girl Han to eat a bowl of plain noodles."

  Yan Jiaoran got up and took Han Zhoujin out of the shack. When he arrived in the next room, there was only a table and four benches inside.

  Because he was the big pilgrim here, Yan Jiaoran didn't need to go to the Su Zhai Pavilion, and directly asked a body-shaped retinue to ask the monk in the temple for two plain noodles.

  Yan Jiaoran didn't sit in the opposite seat of the door. He stretched out his hand to press on Han Zhoujin and said with a smile: "The reason why I like to come here is half hunger and half Zen."

   Soon there was a little novice monk who was steady on his feet and brought two bowls of plain noodles.

  Han Zhoujin looked down at the bowl of noodles in front of him.

  Shiitake mushrooms, reed sprouts, green onions, oily tofu, vinegar radish, and several unnamed hot and sour dishes.

  With the toppings, Han Zhoujin, a pure-hearted cultivator, suddenly had an appetite for chopsticks.

  Eat their own.

  Yan Jiaoran rolled up a chopsticks plain noodles, after chewing slowly, put a veggie dish into his mouth, and said for no reason: “Actually, when I was young, I secretly went to Daoxuan Mountain.”

Han Zhoujin was about to stop his chopsticks, Yan Jiaoran smiled: "Let you not be too cautious. It's not that I think there is something wrong with you, but that I am the person most afraid of trouble and dislike trouble. I have to remind you of some nonsense, you It doesn’t matter whether it’s annoying, but you really annoy me."

  Han Zhoujin said nothing, but rolled up a large chopsticks noodles, bowed his head and ate.

  "It’s quite miserable. I took the mountain and sea turtle in Old Longcheng to the Suspension Mountain. That was my first trip across the continent, and it was the only time. Along the way, I was learning the dialects of Zhongtu Shenzhou.

Otherwise, when you arrive at the Fallen Mountain, you will be regarded as a hillbilly, and it will be difficult to pay out. At that time, our Aquarius Island is very unwelcome, and we, Dali, are regarded as the barbarians in the north. This kind of uncomfortable, not big or small, is everywhere. It is conceivable how uncomfortable I am, such a person who has been described by Cui Guoshi as having OCD. "

   "Ms. Han, you are young, so you may not understand this statement, of course, you will not understand it in the future. This is a very lucky thing."

   "Guess what, when I have passed the Overhanging Mountain and walked to the Great Wall of Jianqi, what is the biggest regret?"

  Han Zhoujin had to shook his head.

  How to guess this.

   Yan Jiaoran smiled.

  Unfortunately, it is not the young hidden official.

   "It's the Great Wall of Sword Qi, where the swords are like clouds, and the sword immortal has only one surnamed Yan."

  "His name is Yan Ming."

   "Still a hero who knows how to do business."

  Speaking of this, Yan Jiaoran rolled the plain noodles with chopsticks and nodded to himself.

  What is the true dragon vein of a country?

   is a horseshoe, it is silver.

  What is the prosperous national power, the most intuitive thing is the deafening sound of horseshoes on the battlefield.

  There is also the sound of the accounting plan, which can sing in harmony with the sound of the school books.

   "So when I arrived at the Great Wall of Jianqi, the first thing I did was to go to the gate of Yan's house, register myself, and say that I was also surnamed Yan, from Baopingzhou."

  Yan Jiaoran stretched out a thumb and wiped the corners of his mouth. He couldn't help but smiled from ear to ear, “As a result, the old concierge didn’t even go to the report and gave me a reward. Girl Han?”

  Han Zhoujin raised his head, bit his scalp and said, "Is that the word ‘roll’?"

  Yan Jiaoran continued: "I was young and bad-tempered, so I wanted to have a fight with that old man. I never thought that the old concierge, who was walking fast, turned out to be a golden pill sword fairy."

  Yan Jiaoran stretched out a finger and nodded his forehead, "A flying sword, just stop here, making my hair stand on end."

   "Well, it's not enough to pee on your pants. Although I was young at the time and my realm was not high, it was not that I hadn't killed anyone."

"But the feeling of life hanging by a thread makes me still grieve. It's not that I was almost slaughtered and hard to let go, but that kind of powerlessness. It's too awkward. Why is the other party so powerful? Why is it so weak and stupid."

   "I see nine of you, they seem to be stupid than me."

   "Hehe, the arrogant man selected from Yizhou Mountains and Rivers, possessing realm cultivation and treasures of heaven and material, his temperament is so unbearable."

  "Before, I was wondering why the Master of the National Teacher who is best at carve people's hearts, put you on the side, let you sit in the well and watch the sky, each with your eyes on your forehead. It turns out that the National Teacher really planned it a long time ago."

   Yan Jiaoran was talking, as if he was starting to digress again, squinting his eyes and smiling, "I heard that the Yan Jianxian, before the end of the battle, he was going upside down at the accountant of Xuanshan Chunfanzhai and planning to take orders."

   "So no one knows how much I want to meet the young hermit, and ask him personally, what is the swordsmanship of Yan Jianxian who is still going to the city with his broken arms and **** demons."

  "It’s just to avoid suspicion. If you don’t see it, you can’t ask. So this time I call you, there is such a small matter, I need your help to ask about it."

   Haoran, the traveling monk in the world, facing the sword repair of the Great Wall of Sword Qi,

   Later, the frontiers of various countries in Aquarius faced the Dali cavalry.

  Maybe Yan Jiaoran had the same feeling when he faced the concierge Jian Xiu in his early years.

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

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

  There is no one in the empty mountain, and the water is blooming.

  Don’t doubt that the Taoist sits in meditation in empty space, and the hero receives the sword and is a god.

  The head of the Ma family in Poyang, Ma Yuan was born big and round, and his face was full of flesh, but he was well-written in lowercase with hairpins, proficient in arithmetic, and talked with others, always quietly and quietly.

  Ma Yuan is not yet fifty years old. For a Beijing official in the center, it can be said that he is in the prime of life in the officialdom.

   However, Ma Yuan is neither a battle fighter nor a cultivator, but now he is in charge of the entire Dali money bag.

  On the rapid climb of Dali's officialdom, Ma Yuan in the capital to the north and Liu Qingfeng to the capital in the south.

   is of course the one who gets the most scolding.

  Because of Ma Yuan nowadays, he has become an official book of the household department.

  A country’s phase count.

  Today, a group of high-ranking officials of the head of the household cleaners were called into the house by Master Shangshu, and they did not dare to breathe.

  Except for that Guan Yiran is an exception.

  There are too many people now. As long as the door is closed, this guy dares to hang on to Master Shangshu after talking about official duties.

  Yamen worked as a errand, afraid to drink, no one stopped drinking tea, Guan Yiran arrived here, after talking about things, he would search around for tea.

  Who made Ma Yuan's imperial examination teacher be Guan Yiran's grandfather?

  Who made Ma Yuan an official in Beijing over the years as an official in Beijing, and the court's grand plan when he was an official abroad, Ma Yuan is the next second class without any suspense.

The problem is that every three years in the investigation of Yujing, it has always been one-third of an acre of land of the official department of Guan Lao Shangshu. Even if there are other auxiliary officials of the yamen, and the official hat is not small, but the old man is out of it. The name says one thing, the power is monopolized.

  Ma Yuan scolded the household officials so badly, they scolded them one by one, and no one could escape.

  After training those lang officials as grandchildren, Ma Yuan left Guan Yiran alone. Looking at the younger subordinate, Ma Yuan had mixed feelings, and he thought of the great grandfather of this guy in front of him for no reason.

  "Ma Yuan, he is in the third rank. The good news is that your kid has been promoted. The bad news is that your evaluation in the future depends on the meaning of the emperor."

   "But don't worry, your Majesty and the National Teacher, I can still say a few words."

  In the years when Ma Yuan was promoted step by step from the official department to the post, it was really a bit difficult.

  It is not how difficult it is to be an official, but how difficult it is to be a man.

  An official official escorted unabashedly in the officialdom, and a child of Shangzhu Kingdom suffered a lot of gossip.

  Three years and seven migrations in the staff, even if Ma Yuan was born in the Ma family of Poyang, who wouldn’t be jealous?

  Later, he was transferred to the Ministry of Households. Once, Ma Yuan was discussing matters with a large group of officials in Shangshuwu, and he was so angry that he slapped the table and popped a well-known official saying.

   "Damn, I admit that he is the illegitimate son of Old Man Guan, okay?!"

After the meeting on the second day was over, Mr. Guan specifically called the fast-walking Ma Yuan, and said with earnest heart: "Ma Yuan, don’t talk nonsense like this in the future. Yesterday’s Royal Study Room was discussed. Your Majesty and the National Teacher have heard about it. He raised his mouth specifically, and your majesty's eyes were not right when he saw me."

  Ma Yuan nodded.

  I did commit an official taboo.

  I never imagined that Mr. Guan slapped Ma Yuan on the back of the head, “Thanks to the Chinese teacher’s help to say something fair, saying that I can’t give birth to a crooked cub like you.”

  Joke is a joke.

  Ma Yuan is actually very clear why he can go straight in the officialdom.

  Because I am proficient in arithmetic, I have a natural sensitivity to numbers.

When Ma Yuan was still working as a errand in the household department as a new jinshi, the national teacher Cui Huang once gave Ma Yuan a stack of arithmetic books in private, and an extra piece of paper on which the ten arithmetic calculations were written. Difficulties, and ten similar imperial examination questions.

  Ma Yuan asked: "Yiran, do you think Dali still needs a new national teacher?"

  Guan Yiran's head grew loudly, "Uncle Ma, this kind of question, ask me what a cold-seat officer does, you have to ask the emperor to go down."

  Don’t call Master Shangshu anymore. The only ones who can answer this question are a pair of uncles and nephews with different surnames.

  Ma Yuan scowled and said, "Fuck you, six yamen, big and small, it's the coldest bench in our household."

  Guan Yiran began to dig through the cabinets again. Now Master Shang Shu’s tea hides are becoming more and more concealed, and while looking for it, he casually said: "Whoever has a big official hat will have a louder voice."

   is worthy of being "Ma Shangshu's illegitimate son", so he dare to be so bold in words and deeds.

  Ma Yuan rubbed his cheeks, the **** really owed it.

  Master Shangshu leaned back on the chair. The case documents on the table were sorted and neatly organized. All the books were folded, not even a wrinkle.

   may not be a civil and military official in Dali's officialdom. Everyone wants to be a good official by nature and can be a competent official.

  It’s just that when there is a man in the temple, year after year, I look at everyone so coldly, and no one knows what that person is thinking, so we can’t help being a good official.

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

  There are two or three confidants in the world, you don’t need to hate them.

  Ma Yuan did not dare to say that the national teacher was his confidant, let alone call himself the confidant of the national teacher Cui Yang.

  There is a very pleasant event in life, not in vain of this life.

  I, Ma Yuan, as a planner of a country, did my best for the Dali court, so that the invincible Dali cavalry would not be short of one or two silvers in warfare, and he never buckled one or two silvers after the war.

  Then Ma Yuan is not bullish, who counts?

  Thinking of this, Master Shang Shu felt that the bastard's ruining cabinets suddenly became a bit pleasing to the eye.

  Ma Yuan glanced at the hand-written inkstone on the table, and said: "The inkstone has no inscriptions, and there is no good point."

   "Just treat it as a beautiful jade and don't cut it."

  Finally found a tin tea can for Guan Yiran, engraved with poems and signed "Shi Mou", from

  Everyone’s hands are more precious than the tea in the jar.

  Ma Yuan remained silent.

   Guan Yiran put the tin can in his sleeve, slapped his head, said that there was an official document that needed to be dealt with urgently, and walked out the door in a hurry.

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

  Guan Yiran just crossed the threshold, turned his head and smiled brightly, "I see, Master Shangshu."

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

   Guan Yiran pretended to be stupid: "What?"

  The neighbor of the Honghu Temple with the Ministry of Housing and Urban-Rural Administration, an old man called Xunqu.

  Xunqu is just a small preface from the ninth grade. It stands to reason that there is a difference of tens of thousands of miles from the official rank of Lord Hongyusi.

As one of the yamen of the Xiaojiuqing of the Dali imperial court, Honghu Temple was originally just a place of sullen fart according to the ridicule of the Liubuyamen, but now with the prosperity of the Dali imperial court, it has more and more frequent contacts with other continents. The status of He Temple has risen. If the young officials of Dali were transferred to Hongshe Temple, they would be regarded as a kind of relegation. It would be extremely difficult for them to make their debut in the officialdom, but now they are not.

  Master Siqing looked kind and asked with a smile: "Xunqu, how are the newspapers prepared by the various ministries and departments?"

  Xunqu and respectfully replied: "Except for the Ministry of War, which is still reluctant to let go, the other departments are very good at talking, and there are six more diaries than last time."

  Master Siqing smiled and said, "Six wall-to-wall grasses fall with the wind."

  Xunqu can only be treated as if he did not hear the grievances of the old man.

This lord of the Hongyou Temple, named Changsun Mao, came from a local gentry in Beijing, that is, the old officialdom who used to wait at his door in the first month and cursed young people for not knowing how to behave. But whether it is Years, seniority in officialdom, and official hats, the eldest Sun Mao is one "generational grade" lower than the old man Buguan.

Self-proclaimed as a child prodigy for ten years, a gifted man for twenty years, and a minister for thirty years. Whenever he returns to his hometown, he will have to live for a few more years and strive to be a fairy for another thirty years. He is a half-life rich, old and leisurely man of both ends.

  Honghe Temple is one of the old yamen that the Dali imperial court has never changed address, so it appears to occupy a very large area. The upper reaches of the Changpu River flows through here, so there is a small bridge inside the yamen with beautiful scenery. In the last hundred years, one of the achievements of the successive Lord Siqing of Hongyou Temple is to withstand the pressure one by one, never relocate, never let the virtuous.

Long Sun Mao gently rubbed his wrists, and took the young squad to walk along the bridges on the river. The pine and cypresses along the river are evergreen and the colors are towering. The old man walks on the bridge slowly, looking at those who are about the same age as the Dali Honghe Temple. Gu Mu, can’t help but sigh with emotion: “Human life is also straight. This thing has been for many years, and those who go and never return are also pine and cypresses who do not change with time.”

The old man stomped his feet and said with a smile: "Before you group of young people entered Hongyou Temple, you didn't know that the officials here were frustrated. Speaking here, regardless of the size of the official hat, the voice will be raised a little bit, as if we are afraid that all the officials of the Hongyu Temple of the Dali Song family are deaf. Are you angry?"

"In all the yamen in the capital, Cui Guoshi is the most cold-blooded of Honghu Temple. The number of visits here is very few, very few. The last time Cui Guoshi set foot here was the end of the winter in the fifth year of Yuanjia. So. The old people of Hongfu Temple were indeed guilty of being told about this matter by other yamen, and they were a bit unable to lift their heads. At the end of that winter, a small official of the Lu dynasty was able to lead the envoy to the capital city. At that time, as the newly appointed Hongyousiqing, I accompanied them on the tour. Hearing a word, my face was blue with anger, my lips trembled, and I almost had a fight with them without rolling up my sleeves..."

  The old man patted the railing of the bridge, “If I remember correctly, it’s near here.”

  The old man raised his hand, raised it high, above his head, "The Lu's official at that time looked at us this way and talked to us this way."

   "The sound of horseshoes at the border is not loud, and our Honghe Temple officials speak loudly, no matter how loud they are."

   "As long as the horseshoes are thunderous in the battlefield, and you don't say a word, no one dares to talk nonsense."

The old man put his hand away and pointed to Xunqu, "You young people in the Dali officialdom, especially the officials who are now serving as servants at our Hongsheng Temple, are very lucky, so you should cherish this hard-won luck even more. We must be prepared for danger in times of peace and we must continue our efforts."

  The old man ridiculed himself after holding his hands in his hands, “I was suffering from internal injuries that time, and I was going to resign in a fit of irritation. I felt that there was me without me. Anyway, it’s useless.”

"On the day I submitted my resignation to the imperial court, the National Teacher came to Hongyou Temple unexpectedly. After all, I was still the biggest official here, so I came here to see the Master of the National Teacher. I was grieved and deliberately fart. I didn’t let go, and the Master of the National Normal University did not say anything, did not persuade, curse, or get angry. Afterwards, it was rumored that the National Teacher had a frank meeting with me and pointed the country. There is no half-coin relationship. In fact, the national teacher It just asked me a question, if it’s only fun to be an official when the country is strong, then who will be an official when a country is weak?"

  The old man patted his shoulder for no reason, but unfortunately it was not the end of winter and it had not yet snowed heavily.

  The meeting at the end of Yuanjia's five years was a heavy snowfall in the middle of winter. The snow on the road was so heavy that the pines and cypresses would make the sound of breaking branches and crackling from time to time.

  Before leaving Hongyou Temple that year, the national teacher patted Chang Sun Mao on the shoulder, with a smile on his face and a calm heart, and spoke to the outgoing Hongyou Temple Qing.

But it doesn’t matter, your eldest Sun Mao is not willing to be a poor officer, and others have come forward. You can just retreat to the mountains and enjoy the blessings, and the literati talked with their hands and cursed the world. You can rest assured that the future Dali court will be able to tolerate it. Book business like you is maddening.

  Long Sun Mao looked into the distance on the road.

  It seems to vaguely see a scene from the past.

  An old man with frosty white temples, drifting away in the wind and snow, left Hongyou Temple.

  Long Sun Mao still has some words today, and he did not say anything.

For example, that year when I was so angry that I was so angry that I was so angry that I was so angry that Changsun Mao felt ashamed of death, it was the old people from Dali Honghe Temple who glimpsed from the corner of his eye, the almost numb look, that kind Of course it comes out of the bones.

Long Sun Mao continued to move forward, "I, fortunately, during a peaceful and prosperous age, I was born in a virtuous doorway, young and famous, a good officer, a wealthy family, married a beautiful woman, and gave birth to a smart child. Encountered a change unseen in a thousand years, the government is clear, the army is strong and the horse is strong, I rose up quite well and tried to turn the tide. If you have a grandson, if you can die without disease in the future, and have a good posthumous posthumous life, life like this can be said to be a blessing."

  The eldest Sun Mao suddenly turned his head and asked, "How is the knowledge of that Lord Chen Shan?"

  Xunqu was a little surprised, because Lord Si Qing had already asked the same question the last time I met, and Xunqu had also given his own answer.

  Chang Sun Mao raised his hands, sighed gently, and said with a smile: "How difficult is it to write a poem?"

  It’s like writing poems, and being an official is also like that. Maybe the same is true of being a national teacher?

  Xun's fun sounds like a cloud.

  In a big mansion in Yichi Lane, above the hall sits an old lady with a dazzling spirit, holding crutches in both hands, smiling and looking at the empress and empress outside the door, as well as a little girl.

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

  She is only twelve years younger than Mr. Guan, just one round of difference, and the same sign.

  The old woman stood up and saluted the empress.

  Received a gift first, and Queen Yu Mian hurriedly returned the gift as a junior in the family.

  Yu Yu grinned and shouted: "Second aunt!"

  The old lady nodded with a smile.

  Song Xu only felt extremely awkward.

  The old lady usually rests in her hometown.

  Shangzhuguo surnames, not all of them have settled in the capital like Yuan and Cao.

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

The old prince and queen Yu Mian sat on two adjacent chairs. The old woman stretched out her hand and gently held Yu Mian's hand, looking at the little girl sitting opposite, with a kind expression and gratified smile: "I haven't seen you in a few years," At last it looks a little girly, and it's a little ups and downs when I walk, otherwise I look like a tomboy and it's hard to marry.

Yu Yu laughed and said, "It’s easy to say, it’s a double or triple every year. It won’t take a few years, and it will soon be worthy of the word “spectacular”! When the time comes, Gaiyan and Han Zhoujin will be more than But I."

  Queen Yu Mian smiled as usual.

  The prince, who was sitting next to Yu Yu, had to sullen his face and drink tea in silence.

  The old lady listened to Yu Yu as an ear-reporting god, and talked about some recent anecdotes in Beijing.

  Occasionally comment a few sentences.

   "Being a human being, it's very simple. Try to do a few frowning tasks and try to keep as few as possible gnashers around. The road will be wider."

   "The little **** of Yuan Huajing, his practice was too smooth, his realm came too fast, his master temperament didn't keep up, and he went too fast with a person, and his brain didn't keep up."

  The prince Song Xu still pretended not to hear anything.

  Actually, the old lady is about the same age as Yuan Huajing.

  From the side of Yu Yu, who was unobtrusive, Song Xu also heard of an old story. When Yuan Huajing was young, he had a more quaint dispute with the old lady of the same age.

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

  Dali domain king Song Mu, a compatriot of Emperor Song He, was appointed to the clan Guluozhou, Luozhou is also one of the birthplaces of the Dadu in the middle.

  Song Xu immediately said: “In response to the words of the old lady, the uncle has already taken a boat to the wild world.

  The old lady hummed, and patted the hand of Queen Yu Mian gently.

  The old woman smiled and asked: "His Royal Highness, do you think that Chen Jianxian, Luoposhan, is more like our national teacher, or is it more like the Qishan Master of Shanya Academy?"

  Song Xu was a little embarrassed, after looking at his mother.

  Yu Mian shook his head slightly.

  Yu Yu slapped the handle of the chair, and the girl continued to say nothing, "It looks like!"

   "Impossible."

The old woman shook her head and said: "Qi Shanchang gave a lecture in the academy back then. It made people feel like sitting in the spring breeze, but also felt lovely in winter. On the other hand, Cui Guoshi stalked in the temple, which makes people feel that the autumn wind is calm and the summer is awesome The two have very different temperaments, so how can they not touch each other. How can one person account for both. Yu Yu, you must be wrong. Your Royal Highness, should you talk about it?"

  Song Xu had to carefully consider the words, and slowly said: "Similar to Yu Yu, maybe I've read it wrong."

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

  Qin Tianjian.

The supervisor and the vice-director began to inquire about Yuan Tianfeng, because the court of Dayi planned to rename Longzhou to Chuzhou. The name follows the theory of the division of stars. In addition, the names and boundaries of the counties and counties also changed. Longquan County was replaced in those days. Longzhou was promoted to Longzhou because the land boundary encompassed more than half of the Lizhu blessed land that took root. Compared with ordinary prefectures, Longzhou has a very large territory, but it has only four counties of celadon, Baoxi, Sanjiang, and Xianghuo. This is in Dayi. The imperial court is an extremely unusual setting. Therefore, in addition to changing the name of the state, it is necessary to establish several new counties and add more new counties, which is tantamount to disrupting a whole Longzhou county and starting from the beginning.

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

  Dali officialdom recognized that there are two treasures of feng shui where promotion is easiest, one is the native Longzhou, and the other is the Qingluan country of the old vassal.

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

  In addition to compiling the almanac, Qin Tianjian also has the right to survey geography, which is collectively referred to as Mr. Qingwu's geomancy family.

  If the changes of celestial phenomena are closely related to the rise and fall of human emperors, then the Qin Tianjian uses arithmetic methods to calculate the degree of the heavens, thus compiling the calendar and assigning time on behalf of the heavens. This is the move to establish Zhengshuo.

   Deputy Ma Jian smiled and said, "I implore Mr. Yuan to speak freely."

  Fortune-telling techniques, tired of ancestral temples, bone fortune-telling, birth date, Ziwei Doushu, dreaming...

  This Mr. Yuan is perfect in everything.

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

  Monitor Zheng and Deputy Ma Jian looked at each other and smiled after hearing those names.

  Yuan Tianfeng said suddenly: "You can actually ask someone for the opinion of naming, maybe you will be surprised."

  The supervisor looked at the supervisor and coughed.

   Deputy Ma Jian turned a deaf ear, Master Jian Zheng began to cough again.

   Deputy Ma Jian turned his head and asked: "Master Jianzheng, your voice is uncomfortable?"

  The supervisor sighed, "That's it."

   Deputy Ma Jian breathed a sigh of relief.

  Unexpectedly, Master Superintendent said: "Those who can do more work, this time I will let Brother Ma continue to play. The surname is Ma. It will definitely take the lead and succeed."

  The main courtyard of Jingcheng Road.

  The leader and Taoist from Dali Chongxu Bureau, who has been observing the discussion, did not interrupt from beginning to end.

  Just after the discussion, I walked out of Taoist temple with Ge Ling.

  Ge Ling is the Jurong Ren clan in the southeast boundary of Aquarius Island.

   and the Taoist who was born in the Qingluan Kingdom Baiyunguan, in fact, the hometowns of the two parties are similar, but before they entered Beijing, there was no intersection between them.

  In the palace garden, the woman was lying on the table, sobbing.

  The woman suddenly raised her head and gave a cold snort. Just wait and see!

  Only when she saw the green bamboo chopsticks on the table, she couldn't help but feel miserable and miserable, and blamed the sky and the others.

   alley.

  Liu Yu suddenly felt his heartstrings tense, turned his head and looked into the alley.

  The boy opened his eyes wide, and for the first time saw an uninvited guest walking out of the alley instead of walking into the alley. A thief with such a high level of Taoism?

  Liu Yu was very angry, good fellow, how dare to break into the mansion of the National Teacher?

  When I, the Nascent Soul monk, is a vegetarian?

  The old monk's face was sinking, "Hurry up and report his name, and then follow me to the Criminal Ministry."

  If this guy rushes into the alleys, he can still be a bit accommodating, and he will stop if he stops. Even if the opponent's art master is bold.

  But this boy dared to cross the border directly, swayed out of the national teacher's house, and walked in front of his eyes with a big swing, then I'm sorry, there is no room for maneuver, no discussion.

  The man stood on the edge of the Baiyu Dojo and introduced himself: "Baidicheng, Zheng Juzhong."

The young man just wanted to habitually explain to Master, introduce a few sentences, and then add a sentence. He has never seen the picture scroll of Baidicheng Zheng Juzhong. I don’t know if this one is true or not. So I can tell the truth, Master. You have to decide by yourself.

  Lao Xian Master Liu almost burst into tears, and finally met a person who signed up on his own.

  I saw Liu Jia all upright, turned sideways to make way, and said solemnly: "Welcome Mr. Zheng to visit often!"

  Chen Ping’an walked out of the gate of the imperial city and said, “Xiao Mo, let’s take a few steps and take me to follow the ferry.”

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

  Xiao Mo nodded, and then asked: "Is the son worried about the two disciples and students?"

  Chen Ping’an smiled: “There’s nothing to worry about, just want to see them more. By the way, let them pass a message to another student of mine.”

  Xiao Mo curiously asked: "The student of the son, but the Mr. Cui mentioned by Lu Daoyou?"

  Chen Ping’an asked, “What did your fellow Daoist Lu say about Cui Dongshan.”

  Xiao Mo replied: "In the front, middle and back, and at the end, Lu Daoyou has a four-character comment. They are the geniuses of heaven, the merits of the world, the rise of the world, and the eyes of the world."

  Chen Ping’an nodded, rarely showing a look of disappointment, and whispered softly: “That’s why I’m a husband, I’ve always been considered a misnomer.”

  Xiao Mo shook his head and said: "I think this student of the son will never feel that his husband is not worthy of his name. He will only feel that it is a blessing and honor."

  Chen Ping’an endured and endured, but still couldn’t hold back, slapped Xiao Mo's shoulder again, "What kind of atmosphere! It really has nothing to do with me."