Xiao Mo took Xianwei to the fortune-telling booth together. In Xianwei's view, the stall was a bit shabby. There was only one table and one lotus, and there was no cloth flags upright, this Cao said. Although Mo is an immortal teacher, he is not sophisticated enough to talk about Jianghu experience, nothing more. Since he is now a mess with Cao Mo, he will teach him unique skills for free.

It’s just that Xianwei had doubts again and couldn’t help asking, “Xiao Mo, why didn’t Cao Mo accept that fairy money in the end? If I’m not mistaken, it is the snowflake money commonly used by fairy people in the legendary mountains?”

Don’t the gods on the mountain treat money as money so much?

Xiao Mo said: "It's hard to give up good money, and those who can give up good money are the masters."

Even if Xianwei had heard of the truth in these books that weren't for the best use, if he took it out and compiled it into a book, it could fill a few baskets, but wouldn't the money in his pocket be cleaner than his face?

Seeing that Cao Mo was about to put away the lottery on the table, Xian Wei immediately got anxious, will he close the stall? How can making money be so sloppy!

Xianwei sat down on the bench, took the pick-up tube from Chen Ping’an, shook the bamboo tube vigorously, and shook out a bamboo stick. When he looked attentively, he muttered to himself, as if he was talking to the Qingshan Taoist robe. Xianwei’s expression was startled, sometimes frowned, sometimes nodded, occasionally asked, and finally blushed, opened his voice, and said with great excitement that the sign is strange, god, god, and immortal. Long is really a god! Xianwei stood up, punched a handsome Taoist chief, then took out the gold ingot from his sleeve, placed it on the table again, and asked the immortal chief to teach the cracking method...

Xiao Mo stood on the side, watching the second stunner embarrassed over there, Xiao Mo had nothing to say, and could only pretend not to know this person.

In fact, Chen Ping An didn't say a word from start to finish. Looking at Xian Wei's eager face, and then looking down at the gold ingot on the table, Chen Ping An rubbed his eyebrows and had a headache.

This is not the streets and alleys of the city, it is a ferry crossing of the Xianjia, just your trick, the acting skills are poor and you can't deceive people.

You Xianwei is a half-hearted gas trainer anyway. As a result, this trip to the north, the wind and food, sleeps, and a meal of wine and meat are just like the Chinese New Year, but in the end he saved a gold ingot, and I really can't blame others.

As a grown-up, he is not as capable as Pei Qian when he was a child.

Also impede myself to be a liar.

Sure enough, the pedestrians on the road near the fortune-telling booth were not the immortal genealogist, or the sage cultivator, or the experienced old rivers and lakes. They all looked at the fairy with the eyes of a fool.

The two scammers had to be short of money before they came here to pretend to be a ghost. Most of them are so poor that they can't get rid of the pot, so they can't choose their way in such a panic? It's like setting up a fortune-telling booth at the gate of the Heavenly Master's Mansion on Longhu Mountain, playing wild chess among the colorful clouds in Baidi City, how much money can you make?

Chen Pingan lifted his chin, and Xian Wei also found that nearby pedestrians were intentionally or unintentionally away from the fortune-telling booth, so he had to put away the gold ingot and put it in the wing of the house with the package. He was worried that he would be caught by a thief. If you complain, you have to carry it with you to be at ease. Chen Ping'an put the lottery made temporarily last night into his sleeves, and then reminded Xianwei that he could get up. Chen Ping'an stretched out his hand and patted the tabletop, waved his sleeves again, and the tables and stools were scattered, empty.

Xian Wei was stunned. Is this the magic of the immortal family made out of nothing? Can I learn from Cao Mo?

The three left the ferry and returned to the capital along a broad official road. Xianwei sighed and walked again.

Chen Pingan glanced at Xianwei's hairpin and asked in his heart: "Xiao Mo, what do you think is the situation of this Xianwei now?"

Assuming that the fake Taoist of this famous year and name Xianwei is the first "Taoist" in the world, then according to the secret file on the side of the Summer Palace, this "Taoist" with great luck has already fallen in that field. In the battle of ascend to the sky, this matter is beyond doubt, because when Chen Ping'an returned to Haoran, he asked Li Sheng, Li Sheng personally said that this senior was indeed dead.

This Taoist man with great merit in the world died after the battle, so that even the Taoist hairpin was left in the world, and was eventually picked up by the female founder of the fairy hairpin city, returned to Lingxiang on the earth of the world, and then walked up. On the road of cultivation, she sits on the blessed land of Yaoguang, but concentrates on trying to build a fairy hairpin city that is as high as the sky.

Generally speaking, this Taoist should be reincarnated like a soldier. And the immortal Wei next to Chen Ping'an at the moment, it is very likely that some of the soul remnants of that Taoist.

The reincarnation of the gods of the old part of the ancient heavens can rely on pure divinity. This "real body" is like falling into a long sleep. Whether it is entrusted to a human or a monster monk, the skin of the decayed life and death, the divinity can not be reduced or increased. The problem is that Xianwei is a cultivator, not a god. It is reasonable to say that the "soldier solution" that started ten thousand years ago, with each reincarnation, the old souls will continue to disperse, and new souls will continue to be filled. The more it is, it will only make the immortal wei and others of later generations less and less like the earliest Taoist.

unless.

Unless that Taoist, in 10,000 years, in fact, there have been only a few or even one reincarnation of soldiers? !

Xiao Mo was a little embarrassed, "On this matter, Xiao Mo didn't dare to say anything nonsense, the son asked Yu Blind."

When it comes to the reincarnation of the cultivator, Xiao Mo is a real layman, because ten thousand years ago, regardless of the human race or the monster race, the monks lived and died for almost one lifetime.

Regarding the technique, after ten thousand years, and before ten thousand years, the heights before and after are roughly the same, and the difference is not too big.

But it can be said that there are many types of Qi practitioners today, and the context is complicated. They only talk about the number and breadth, not talking about the pure killing power and the high level of Taoism. Compared with ten thousand years ago, it really requires a lot of spells.

Chen Ping'an nodded, it doesn't matter, just put the matter aside for now.

In order to determine the identity and realm of Xianwei, he can't use those vicious methods to arrest his soul. Chen Ping'an is neither willing nor daring to act like this.

Besides, Xianwei really had a lot of connections with the Taoist person, or deliberately hid himself, for example, for the fairy hairpin city to find a place on his own side, and Chen Ping's current methods were really useless.

However, Chen Pingan believed that this possibility was unlikely, and he used the heart of a villain to save the gentleman's belly. After all, the other party is a virtuous person who does not hesitate his own life and death to open the way for the world.

Or is it that the other party uses some incredible secret method to deceive the sky through self-deception? Crossing the sea for 10,000 years?

In addition, Chen Pingan also worried about whether it was Zou Zi's plan, or whether it was implicated in Zou Zi.

If only according to Xianwei's own statement, it was because of a deep blessing when he was young. By coincidence, coupled with the smoke from the ancestral tomb, he picked up a fragment of a fairy book, and then began to abandon the text and cultivate the immortal.

Therefore, Xianwei doesn't know the division of the mountain's realm now, and can only know the scenery of some "land gods" through those ghosts.

Xianwei is currently the Liujin Realm of the Lower Five Realms, which is the so-called Remaining Realm. Moreover, there are no preachers, no masters, no natal things, Xianwei has a little understanding of cultivation, and he is ignorant and ignorant about the use of spiritual energy and spells.

This fake Taoist deception guy has been used to the roads of Jianghu, seeing many immortals jumping, deceiving people, and being deceived by others. The worst time was when he first went out, the scholar met soldiers and was there. In the wilderness and ridge, he encountered a group of trail-cutting bandits who had fallen into the grass. Because Xianwei was literate and spoke elegantly, he was arrested and worked as a dog-headed sergeant and Mr. accountant for several months. They were mixed up, and Xianwei fled down the mountain. At that time, there was an extra plaque in the lobby, it was Xianwei's handwriting, the four characters of the list, God rewards hard work.

In fact, this matter, the answer to this mystery, the best person in the world who can solve the puzzles for himself is the city lord of Baidi City who has tried to prove that he is not the ancestor of Taoism.

There was a saying in Haoran Mountain that at that time Zheng Juzhong had not yet reached the fourteenth level, and his senior brother Cui Yang was also the first disciple of Wen Sheng, and the two sides had just played ten rounds of colorful clouds.

Don't learn to be immortal because you have shallow talents.

Don't learn to embroider tigers if you are not extremely clever.

Chen Pingan thought of a saying for no reason, and said: "A metaphor that Cui Dongshan once played, he was born as a man, like a wooden boat, then reincarnated, his soul separated, he demolished the east wall to make up the west wall, stitched together, and over time, how to distinguish the new Are the two the same as the old boat?"

Xiao Mo immediately checked the Xinhu books habitually, and asked, "My son, does this belong to the debating technique of the famous family, does it involve the ‘righteous names of things’?"

Chen Ping’an nodded and said: “Like my husband, although he has a general perception of famous artists, he thinks this knowledge is easy to be sophistry, but he still feels sorry for the current situation of such declining famous artists. It must not be nothing."

Xiao Mo hesitated for a moment, and said frankly: "I don't recommend that the son keep the Xianwei by his side, it is better to hand this person directly to the Confucian Temple."

There are too many accidents, and if anything happens, the consequences will be disastrous.

It is obviously more secure to hand it over to the Zhongtu Confucian Temple.

Chen Ping’an explained patiently: “Once I was accustomed to this kind of thing, and the fun of practice, apart from climbing up the boundary, it’s still unknown and solving mysteries. Finally, and the most important thing, I don’t think it’s going to be the most important thing. If Wei pushes out from his side, he can avoid anything. It is very likely to be counterproductive. Those who are far away are often in front of you, and those who are close in front of you may actually be far away."

Xiao Mo smiled and said, "It's because I am narrow-minded, not as wide-minded as the son."

Chen Ping'an said helplessly: "Then drink more, the sky and the earth are no bigger than a wine bowl."

Xianwei raised his palm between his eyebrows and looked into the distance. There seemed to be a wine shop with a flag on the side of the road. Some wine bugs rebelled in his stomach. He quickly asked, "Master Cao, are you hungry?"

On the side of Xiaomo, Xianwei took Cao Mo one by one, calling his name directly.

But on Chen Ping'an's side, Xianwei is still very particular, and it's up to people to order dishes.

Chen Ping'an glanced at the small wine shop that occupies a small area, and the content on the banner is written with a bit of immortality, and he dismissed the horse and turned his head and stayed behind forever.

In fact, I noticed it when I came here. It's a place that sells fake wine. It's not a common heart. As long as it is the famous Xianjia wine on the mountain, it can be sold there, not to mention the Changchun Palace wine and the book Jianhu. Wuyi wine, even the sweet-scented osmanthus stuffed from Laolongcheng. The reason is that the price of wine is too cheap, and there are really many people buying wine over there.

One dared to sell, the other dared to drink.

Xianwei was really greedy for the drink, and he was dragged by Xiao Mo to the house to post the talisman early in the morning. He was hungry now, and he continued to encourage Master Cao to go to the wine shop and sit for a while. He said that this kind of fish-and-dragon ferry is not certain. You can meet a strange person and stranger, if you meet each other, it will not be a good luck for the immortal family. Xianwei kept chattering as he walked, and then Chen Ping'an dispelled the other party's thoughts with just one sentence, saying that drinking and eating are all right, you come to treat him.

Xianwei immediately changed the subject, "Master Cao, the book said that the sweet and golden syrup, the immortal fermented wine, the immortal fruit in the mountain, are all true? For example, the Jiao Li fire date, and what thousand-year Ganoderma lucidum bibimbap, ten thousand years of wild ginseng stewed Old duck pot, Master Cao has tasted it, how does it taste?"

Chen Ping'an was so angry that he was out of town all his life, whether it was rivers, lakes or mountains, and the expenses on food, clothing, housing and transportation were really rare.

Seeing that Master Cao's face was unhappy, Xianwei stopped talking, glanced at the banner and said: "It is really immortal. Generally speaking, there must be immortals drinking immortal brew, but it's a pity."

Chen Ping's placement is deaf ears.

Last night, Ning Yao told Chen Ping An, who turned a book in Renyun Yiyun Tower, that the retreat would end soon, and there would be two days at most.

Chen Ping'an didn't let her worry, it was no less than a day or two.

I just received a Feijian letter from Luopo Mountain not long ago, and I might have to attend a wedding banquet in the capital tomorrow.

Xiao Mo patted Xianwei on the shoulder.

Xian Wei wondered: "Xiao Mo, what do you do?"

Xiao Mo smiled and said, "Walk well, talking is tiring."

Xianwei sighed. He was poor and short, and he was going to be taught by an entourage to be a man and do things.

When Chen Ping'an passed by the wine shop, he suddenly stopped and turned around and walked straight into the wine shop, because there was a man in white clothes who had a table alone and was drinking.

It was really caught by Xianwei.

Zheng Juzhong raised his wine bowl and smiled

: "It's such a coincidence."

Chen Pingan walked to the wine table, saluted with Zheng Juzhong, shouted Mr. Zheng, and just sat silently. There were three empty wine bowls on the wine table. Zheng Juzhong was obviously waiting for his party to pass by the wine shop.

Chen Pingan was sure that Zheng Juzhong in his own eyes and the man in white in the eyes of many drinkers in the wine shop were two people.

There is no need for Zheng Juzhong to say anything, the puzzle in Chen Ping'an's mind is half solved.

Chen Pingan didn't think he was worthy of letting Zheng Zhongzhong wait, it must be the immortal Wei beside him.

Xianwei took his seat generously, but Xiao Mo stood behind Chen Ping'an after helping to pour the wine.

Because the other party didn't use blindness to himself, Xiao Mo knew the identity of the man in front of him and recognized it at a glance.

Following Chen Ping’an to Haoran World, although it was not long before, Xiao Mo was very interested in collecting some news from the mountains. Of course, all of them were the pinnacles of Ascension Realm. Remember it silently.

Zheng Juzhong glanced at the immortal lieutenant at the same table and said: "Take the hairpin to scratch the wine, and the hairpin will be exhausted, just like a person grinding ink. The body and name are destroyed, and the eternal life will last forever."

Xianwei is happy, good fellow, if you want to talk about these vain heads, I can't beat Master Cao, so I'm afraid of you?

Twisting the wine bowl with two fingers, without having to brew any words, the young Taoist priest started talking nonsense seriously, shaking the wine bowl gently, sniffing, and smiling: "The road is one foot high and the devil is one foot high, and there are many lives.舛, just call Naihe."

Chen Ping'an's eyelids trembled.

Zheng Juzhong smiled and said, "The good words are done, it is gratifying and congratulating."

Xianwei complained and said: "The life of the sky is like a boat on a dry land, what can I do, can I be against the sky?"

Anyway, it's the same purpose, how can words be controlled and how people can come.

Zheng Juzhong smiled, stood up, and left.

A small summer money was left on the table as a drink money.

Zheng Juzhong only said three words to Chen Ping'an with his own voice, "I don't take it seriously."

This is probably the way to teach Chen Pingan and Xianwei to get along.

Chen Pingan replied with his heartfelt words: "Thanks to Mr. Zheng for his teaching."

After Zheng Juzhong walked out of the wine shop, Chen Ping'an put the little summer money in his sleeve and shouted to the shopkeeper: "Let's check out first."

Xianwei was confused and asked, "Master Cao, who is it? It's not reliable to speak. Fortunately, it's okay to be a man, and he knows to leave money for drinks."

Chen Ping'an was still too lazy to pay attention to this servant, but only gave a snowflake money to the shopkeeper of the wine shop, and drank the so-called Changchun Palace Immortal Brew on the table.

Chen Ping An asked Xiao Mo to sit and drink, then bowed his head and took a sip of the wine, and asked in his heart: "Xiao Mo, your four flying swords?"

When I met Xianwei at the inn for the first time, Xiao Mo sacrificed four flying swords.

Xiao Mo didn't have any hiding things, and said straightforwardly: "Three flying swords, the main attack, and one auxiliary practice, but now they are very tasteless. The four flying swords have never had a name, and you may still need a son in the future. Do it for you. The first three, one of them, Xiao Mo is most in love, because it can drag a star from the sky and fall to the ground. If you ask a sword with someone, you need to really work hard, and success or failure depends on this. The other two are very mediocre. , A magical power that can imitate other people’s flying swords, but unfortunately it won’t last too long. It will also drop a rank and reduce its killing power. It’s better than nothing. There is also a flying sword that can temporarily create a prison and imprison Taoists. The soul still belongs to the slanting edge of the sword, not the right path of swordsmanship, so when I asked people about the sword in the early years, I didn't like to sacrifice these flying swords. They were fancy and impractical."

"The last flying sword is extremely beneficial to practice in the early stage. It used to make me climb quite quickly. Of course, it is not worth mentioning compared to the power of the son. This sword can allow me to absorb the world without any refining. His aura, within a thousand miles, became what the Qi practitioners call a “land of nowhere”, and I can take off the sword and transfer to other places to practice. In my early years, I waited for me to be among the immortals...now the immortal realm. After that, this flying sword is meaningless, so I have a taste of it."

"In the future, I will be with the son. If I meet the Sword Fairy Embryo, Xiao Mo will also accept a few direct disciples and teach them swordsmanship carefully until one day I find a suitable person to be my closed disciple, as long as the other party Dao Xin is tough enough, so I stripped out this natal flying sword and gave it to this proud disciple."

Chen Ping'an smiled, "Little Mo, don't just talk, drink more."

Xiao Mo had a look of anticipation, and asked, "My son, in our Fallen Mountain, is there a suitable candidate now? If there happens to be such a sword fairy embryo on the mountain, I don't have to bother so much, just find a closed disciple."

It's not a joke.

Chen Ping An took a sip of wine, waved his hand and declined and said, "You don't have a joke like you, take your time."

Seeing that Xianwei looked in a trance, Chen Ping'an asked, "What's wrong?"

Xianwei patted his stomach, and said aggrieved: "I can't drink enough alcohol, I'm hungry."

Where did he think of this wine shop before, which only sells drinks but not food. Moreover, the shopkeeper of the wine shop is only a man, who has a great discrepancy with the book, and the woman who sells the wine is round and jade, ready to come out.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "When you get to the capital, let Xiaomo help you buy an earlier meal."

Xian Wei frowned when he heard it, and said, "There are still more than a dozen miles away. Master Cao, with my feet, walk back slowly, not to delay your work?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and turned his head to look outside the wine shop, with people coming and going and passing by.

Things that go with wine.

Moonlight, beauty, bad words.

Hometown, miss, dream.

Chen Pingan and other Xianwei drank the wine slowly, the three of them left the wine shop together, Xianwei lingered. When he thought that there was still such a long way to go, he felt stunned and lacking energy. Fortunately, Master Cao was considerate and abducted Leaving the official way, by the shallow water of the reed flower, let Xiao Mo grab the shoulder of Xianwei, while Chen Ping'an used his own water and cloud body and returned to the capital together.

The three of them came to a small Taoist temple where the door face did not show the slightest identity.

Xianwei nibbled on the sesame seed cakes that Xiao Mo had bought with help. The two rolled together. They were stuffed with dried plums and vegetables. They were delicious, and they were full.

Chen Ping'an stood on the street outside this Jingshi Daozhengya office with arms folded in his hands, as if he was not in a hurry to get started.

Seeing that his son did not move, Xiao Mo took a few steps forward, bent down and looked down at the stone monument standing beside the steps. The person who erected the monument is now the Taoist leader of the Chongxu Bureau of the Dayi Dynasty. According to the inscription, one A long list of titles, the three-dong disciple led Jingshi Dadao Shizheng Wu Lingjing, the master of Chongxu Hall.

Before passing this place with Ning Yao, Chen Ping'an wondered who this Wu Lingjing was and how he was able to hold the title of "Tao Zheng Zheng" and manage dozens of Da Li court officials, which is equivalent to directly drawing a line with the gods. Later, I looked through the files at the Jingcheng Qintian Supervisor and found out that it was the middle-aged Taoist from the Qingluan Kingdom’s Baiyun Temple. According to the current officialdom of Dayi, the reason why this person was able to reach the sky in one step is that the abbot of the Chongxu Bureau’s affairs is to accompany the capital. The great recommendation of Liu Laoshang from the Ministry of Rites, the friendship of fellow countrymen, the ascension of chickens and dogs to heaven is reasonable.

Not only the Chongxu Bureau, but in fact, together with the white-clothed monk of the Dali Scripture Translation Bureau, the Buddhist dragon elephant, who won the title of Master of Sanzang, came from the Qingluan Kingdom and from Baishui Temple.

Xianwei said vaguely: "Master Cao, what are you doing here?"

Chen Pingan said: "Wandering around."

Xianwei asked again: "Then why don't we go in?"

Chen Ping'an said helplessly: "Don't wait for you to finish eating first?"

Xianwei sighed. He didn't even know what the so-called "Beijing Master Dao Zhengya Office" was on the plaque. I just felt that such a little dignified Taoist temple and Xiaomen Xiaohu couldn't scare myself, a fake Taoist priest. .

After Xianwei finished eating, he clapped his hands, "Let's go, take a look."

Xiaoguan’s concierge was a little Taoist boy. Chen Ping’an claimed to be a friend of Daolu Geling. He came to the Taoist temple for a cup of tea.

As soon as he heard that he was a good friend of Ge Daolu, Xiao Dao Tong let him go, otherwise his Taoist temple would not accept ordinary outsiders.

Jingshi Daozheng quickly greeted him personally. He was an old monk in the Golden Core Realm. He held the whisk in his hand and hit the inspector with a respectful expression: "I have seen Lord Chen Shan."

Chen Ping'an made a polite return, and said with a smile: "It's disturbing."

The old Dao smiled and said, "Where is it, Lord Chen Shanzhu is the honor of Daolu Academy to come here."

Leading the three to sit in a room, the old Taoist asked the Taoist priest to bring tea to the three distinguished guests.

Lao Daozheng asked softly: "I heard that Chen Shanzhu has been practicing on the Great Wall of Jianqi for many years. During this period, has he ever discussed the Tao and exchanged knowledge with the sage Bai Yujing who sits in the sky?"

It means the city lord of Shenxiao City in the twelfth floor of Baiyujing's fifth floor.

Chen Ping'an shook his head, "It's just a face-to-face encounter from a distance, and there is no intersection with that old god."

In fact, it is a pity.

In the future, he will definitely visit Shenxiao City when he travels to the Qingming world, and of course it is only a visit in the literal sense.

As for the Ziqilou and his ilk, it is another matter.

The old Dao nodded, and when this Chen Jianxian had a cup of tea, he asked if he could walk around in the Taoist temple. The old man smiled and said that there was nothing wrong with it. Chen Shanzhu left and watched.

Chen Pingan took Xiao Mo and Xianwei out of the house. The old Taoist stood at the door for a moment, and then went to busy himself with his affairs.

Chen Pingan came under an ancient cypress tree.

Xianwei asked curiously: "Xiao Mo, what kind of official is Jingshidao?"

Xiao Mo said: "The Taoist priests in charge of all Taoist priests in Dali Capital."

"Good official!"

Xianwei was frightened, his thoughts turned sharply, and he asked tentatively, "Xiao Mo, can you ask Cao Mo to help me ask for a Taoist priest."

Xiao Mo shook his head and said, "You go and talk to your son about it yourself."

Suddenly a few clear chimes.

Chen Ping'an recovered, put away his thoughts, and said, "Let's go."

Before leaving the Taoist temple, Chen Ping’an found the Jingshi Daozheng, and found that apart from Ge Ling, all the Sidaolu, including the Beijing Ci Litigation, Qing Ci, and Palm Seal, were all waiting in the office of Master Daozheng, as if Waiting for Chen Jianxian's appearance, Chen Ping'an just left with a smile as he didn't know these Taoist records to watch the lively thoughts.

Later, Xiao Mo and Xianwei came to Chongxu Bureau. Because it was the translation office and the newly built government office built by Dali, it seemed more majestic than the old Taoist temple, so Xianwei walked all the way trembling, afraid to breathe. Xiao Mo joked, do you need me to help you talk to the son? Xianwei heard the implication, hehe smiled and replied, Xiao Mo, do you have a bamboo forest in your house? Xiao Mo was a little at a loss, not knowing how to answer for a while.

Chen Ping'an finally took off his cloth shoes and sat in a boardwalk outside the Buddhist temple. Xiao Mo took Xianwei and sat on the steps.

Chen Ping'an put his hands on his abdomen, and began to close his eyes and rest his mind.

Peace of mind. Tou Tuo. Observe the precepts of asceticism.

There is an old saying in my hometown, plowing fields on stone cliffs.

It is used to describe the poverty and hard work of a poor person, to the point of exaggeration.

For some reason, it was the first time that Chen Pingan came into contact with the Buddhist case in a book, and when he saw the four characters polished into a mirror, he would think of this hometown proverb for no reason.

Since a person has their own homes of peace of mind, of course, they also have their own places of worry, so that people can't wander around and fight against the wall.

Senior brother Cui Yang, probably the attic where the ladder was removed, can only look through the small window, the stars are bright, the wind and rain are shining, the milky way is shining, the snow is flying, and the lonely moon is lonely.

It may also be that after leaving home, looking at a poor teacher outside the window of a school in a foreign land, his eyebrows were flying when he taught the children the knowledge of sages.

Aliang, it may be a mass grave in the wilderness.

Wei Bo may be the woman who went into the water to salvage the fragments of the golden body a thousand years ago.

Married woman ghost may be a courageous scholar who reads aloud the books of sages and sages on that mountain road at night.

Has been lingering.

The more people want to be black and white, and the more they want to distinguish between right and wrong, the more painful they are.

Unconsciously, Mu drum sounded, Chen Ping'an still closed his eyes, and said, "Xiao Mo, you and Xianwei can go back to the house first.

Over there. "

Xiao Mo said softly: "It's okay, we just wait for the son."

As for that Xianwei, he had eaten Zhaifan at the Interpretation Bureau before. The sky was big and the land was big, the food was the best, and the face and everything were kept aside. Although sitting here all the time, it made Xianwei feel a bit bored, but compared to the distress of the journey northward in those years, it was actually good, and he was thinking about sweetness here.

After that, Chen Ping'an opened his eyes and looked up. It was already at the heart of the moon to the sky.

The bright moon and tall buildings are lonely, and the moonlight is like water and water like the sky.

Chen Ping'an retracted his gaze and glanced at Xiao Mo and Xian Wei on the other side of the steps. Xiao Mo was still sitting on the other side of the steps. As for Xian Wei, he was quite capable and could fall asleep while sitting. He was snoring like thunder at the moment.

Chen Pingan got up and went to the side of the steps, putting on his shoes.

Xiao Mo was about to reach out and pat the Immortal Wei beside him. Chen Ping'an smiled softly, "It's okay, let him sleep a little longer."

After sitting for half an hour, Chen Ping'an patted Xianwei's head. Said to Xiao Mo: "You have to hit someone as soon as possible."

Xian Wei rubbed his eyes and asked in a daze, "What time is it?"

The next sentence is whether you want to have a supper.

Chen Pingan took them away from the Translation Bureau, and indeed took Xianwei to find a supper stall.

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The old master Yuhong and his party took the Liquan ferry of the Changchun Palace and chose to disembark at the Niujiaodu, which is about to be renamed the Longzhou area of ​​Chuzhou, and then went to Hongzhu Town, where the three rivers converge. The Temple of Water God in Yejiang.

In the dead of night, Yuhong visited the Water Temple.

A continent of mountains and rivers, the fourth grade water god.

The golden body of this Yuye River God Empress is not low.

On the water temple, a temple blessing has been changed a few years ago, so he is not a smart person. The good men and believers who come here to burn incense and make wishes are endless. This woman can only say that she treats people decently, but in those On the big pilgrim's side, her ability to manage relationships seems very mediocre. She even made a few mistakes. As a result, several big pilgrims turned to the Xiuhua River and Chongtan River, but the **** of water, Li Qingzhu, has never been able to do anything. Moving, it seems that she is the best candidate for her own temple blessing.

After Yu Hong reported his identity, he smiled and said that he didn't need to trouble the water **** empress, they could rush to the water mansion by themselves, but the woman who didn't understand the feelings and sophistication of the temple really did so, just cast a symbol to open the water and open the way to the water mansion. The secret carriage and horse symbol was ready to enter the water. Yu Hong smiled and didn't care. She took the lead in the carriage. Huang Mei, a direct disciple, looked rather displeased.

The Xianjia chariot ran away from the water, and soon came to the gate of the Water Mansion. The temple wished the woman and the guard to report the news.

Li Qingzhu soon went out to greet Yuhong in person, and Dali was the first class worshipper, and he was still a martial artist in the nine realms.

What's more, she had a dewy marriage with a direct disciple of Yuhong in her early years, and had a lot of trouble in the mountains.

Yu Hong keenly noticed that the water **** empress always seemed to have a little sadness between her eyebrows.

In fact, Li Qingzhu's biggest wish in recent years is to seek stability.

It is impossible to imagine that a righteous **** of rivers and rivers has disguised and disguised several times and went to the Shanjun Temple and Tiefujiangshui Temple in Piyun Mountain to burn incense...

The Bian’s family hosted a wedding banquet in Dali Capital.

Lin Shouyi entered Beijing this time specifically to attend the wedding banquet of Shi Jiachun's eldest son.

The last time I met with classmate Shi Jiachun was many years ago in my hometown Huaihuang Town.

It is hard to imagine that Shi Jiachun's son was still a child at that time, and now he is married.

Shi Chunjia just missed her best friend Li Baoping when she was young.

This time, Lin Shouyi was the only one who was there. Li Baoping and Li Huai were not there. Dong Shuijing was temporarily in trouble and could not get out of his body and could not rush to the capital, but the trustee gave a staggering money.

The key is that the person Dong Shuijing entrusted is even more scary. There is a wine gourd hanging from his waist, and he is full of alcohol. He just came here after hanging up. This person does not have a self-registration number at all. He only said that he was helping his friend Dong Shuijing to send red packets Up.

Fortunately, someone in the Bian’s family recognized the identity of the other party. Except for the laziness of the capital’s rich family, most of the credit is actually due to that jug, in the officialdom of the capital, or even the entire Dali court, this person He is the only one who can take a hip flask to the Yamen.

But the other party just left the red envelope and left, no one dared to keep this person.

Because this person was the "drunkard" Cao Gengxin, who was transferred from Longzhou Supervisor to Assistant Capital Worker You Assistant, and then to Capital Assistant Assistant, and the eldest grandson of the Cao family of Shangzhu State. Regardless of Cao Gengxin's reputation in Dali's officialdom, how he is a person and an official, this is the third grade of the real Dali Beijing official.

And his second uncle is also the hunter-inspector Cao Ping.

When the Bian family and the parents got the news, they hurried out to chase the Cao Jiuxian. I never thought that the man was swaying, but his steps were not slow, and there was no one at the corner of the street. It seemed that during the period, she slightly bumped a woman's shoulder, and walked back, making an apologize, with a bright smile. Seeing that the man looked handsome, the woman probably didn't think she was too disadvantaged, so she just laughed and cursed.

In addition to Cao Geng's heart, there is also Zhao You, who is serving as the assistant minister of the Criminal Ministry, because of his busy work, he also asked someone to send a red envelope, which made the Bian family and the family of the in-laws feel extremely shameful.

Shi Jiachun’s husband, Bian Wenmao, was born in the royal family of the Qing Dynasty in Dali Capital. His family background is not very prominent. It is just that Bian Wenmao worked in the Hanlin Academy, which was regarded as the “place of the prime minister,” so although he is not a big official nowadays. , But in the end it is the first-class Qing Dynasty, so the family worship of the Bian family is an elder of the Zushitang of the Changchun Palace.

Lin Shouyi is a scholar of Da Sui Mountain Cliff Academy, and later became the Dadu Temple wish at the Dali Companion Capital. Earlier in the two capitals of Dali and Da Sui, Lin Shouyi was already a great master. The one who talked about it, a typical youthful fame and scholarship, is a young prodigy at Shanya Academy, but he didn't participate in the imperial examination. He practiced together and made great progress.

Lin Shouyi declined the invitation of Bian's family and did not sit at the main table.

He sits at the same table with a group of fairy masters on the mountain.

At the main table, the person with the largest official status was a Dali's minister of engineering who was invited by the in-laws of the Bian family.

In addition, there is Tanhua Lang Yang Shuang, very young, and Wang Qinruo, one of the fifteen second-tier scholars.

Both of them are considered back-in-comers of the Hanlin Academy of Dayi, but Bian Wenmao dares to put on the prestige of the officialdom to these two.

Another Fu Yu, who had just been transferred back to the capital from the prefect of Baoxi County, took the initiative to chat with Lin Shouyi.

Lin Shouyi, as the seed of reading in the native place of Dali, is even more of an innocent monk!

The old lady enshrined by the Bian family was in the Longmen realm. Although the realm was not high, she was still a member of the Patriarch's Hall in Changchun Palace. Most of the disciples of Changchun Palace went down to the mountain to practice. Except for the "Yu Mi", the old woman still has lingering fears.

In addition, the four Changchun Palace genealogical monks she brought were all young female monks, Zhongnan. Chu Mengjiao. Lin Caifu. Han Biya.

The highest-ranking person is Zhongnan, and the old women will call her aunt. As for Chu Mengjiao and Han Biya, they are both officials and officials in Dali Capital, and their family has no friendship with the Bian family.

Zhongnan glanced at that Lin Shouyi from time to time.

Chu Mengjiao kept peeking at the famous Tanhua Lang.

Lin Caifu looked at Wang Qinruo, one of the newcomer Maolin Lang, because the talisman he presented was slightly strange, like a fate of marriage.

Fengshen Junshuang Yang explores flowers, and Wang Maolin is full of talent.

The female monk of the Changchun Palace chooses a beloved man to become a Taoist couple, and then grow old together. This is a practice that cannot be bypassed. Whether the chosen Taoist couple is a mountain person or not is not particular.

Only Han Biya, just burying her head and eating vegetables, she has to eat the money back!

Lin Shou was puzzled, wondering why the young woman from the Changchun Palace looked at herself at different intervals. understanding? Why is there no impression?

He certainly didn't remember that the first time the two met was when Lin Shouyi went out for a long trip. In the town of Red Candle, one was on the shore and the other on the boat. At that time, they were both young girls.

At this wedding banquet, Lin Shouyi stayed until the end, and almost all the guests had dispersed. Shi Jiachun was still relatively childish, and his son and daughter-in-law didn’t care about it. He came to Lin Shouyi and sat alone, laughing and joking with Lin Shouyi. Envy or not, my son is married to a wife, you Lin Shou is good, you are still a bachelor, fortunately you are a **** on the mountain, otherwise you have to add an old word. What? I plan to wait for my grandsons to get married, so you continue to come here for a wedding drink alone?

Lin Shou smiled and said nothing.

After being slapped on the shoulder, Lin Shou turned his head and looked around. He saw that guy and said in a maddening voice: "Hidden at the wedding wine, right?"

The woman looked at the man in the blue shirt and long coat, and she blurted out: "Chen Ping An?!"

In fact, Shi Jiachun has not seen Chen Pingan for more than 20 years.

For some reason, I can recognize it at a glance.

Chen Pingan smiled and nodded, handed out a red envelope, and said with a smile: "Don't be too small, courtesy is light and affectionate."

Never thought that Shi Jiachun opened the red envelope directly, his eyes widened, and the young wealthy fan immediately grinned, two...Xiao Shuqian!

Shi Jiachun returned to his hometown last time, but also failed to see Chen Pingan. She vaguely learned some gossip. In addition to taking over the two shops in Qilong Alley of the Shi family, Chen Ping'an also bought a few hills to the west and became a big landlord. It’s just that Chen Ping’an seems to be away from home all year round. He likes to be busy outside. He is close to Weibo, the monarch of the Piyun Mountain, and he has climbed a mountain that is unimaginable by ordinary people. It’s hard not to make money.

Good thing.

Good man rewarded.

Shi Jiachun's memory of Chen Ping'an is a bit vague, only one thing is reassuring.

However, Shi Jiachun didn't say a word about these things, even on her husband's side.

Chen Pingan sat on the chair next to Lin Shouyi, Shi Jiachun laughed, and generously put away the red envelope, went and fetched a jug of wine and two wine glasses, and handed them to Chen Pingan. Sit on the side and give Chen Pingan first. Pour full wine, and don’t forget to jokingly said: “I still have a girl waiting to get married. Before the next wedding banquet, I will definitely send you an invitation. The money will follow today’s specifications! But don’t Forget it, just like Lin Shouyi said, wedding drinks can't be hidden."

Chen Pingan smiled and said, "No problem, as long as you don't travel far, you will definitely come."

Shi Jiachun smiled and said, "Are there any marriages?"

It is not much more difficult for the gods on the mountain to find a Taoist couple than to get married under the mountain.

Chen Ping'an smiled and nodded: "The letter of appointment has been issued and we haven't officially married yet, but it will be soon."

Shi Jiachun squinted at Lin Shouyi, tut, look at Chen Pingan, and then look at yourself.

Lin Shou drank a sullen wine.

Lin Shouyi suddenly turned his head and looked at the door.

He came to congratulate two guests who were absolutely unexpected.

Emperor Song He of Dayi, Queen Yu Mian.

Shi Jiachun is still whispering, who, such a big air, his husband and the elders of the two families are all sweating.

What are you afraid of? Chen Ping'an is there anyway.

Lin Shouyi stood up, coughed with Shi Jiachun, and said softly: "It's your majesty the emperor and the empress."

Shi Jiachun rolled his eyes at Lin Shou, and he would tell a joke?

However, Shi Jiachun quickly got up.

Even if the Bian’s family has the surname of the Shangzhu country, if the children get married, the emperor’s majesty can come in person, what do you want, dream.

It's just that she looked at her side again, Chen Ping'an hadn't got up yet, and was busy drinking.

Chen Pingan put down the wine glass.

Lin Shouyi had already taken Shi Jiachun to a wine table elsewhere. Bian Wenmao came to his wife's unsteady steps and grabbed her hand hard. Only at this moment did Shi Jiachun dare to believe that Lin Shouyi was really not joking.

There was no sound.

Emperor Song He walked to the wine table and saluted, "Song He has seen Mr. Chen."

Chen Ping'an stood up, smiled and asked, "What's the matter?"

The emperor said: "I implore Mr. Chen to be the teacher of the Great Li State."