MTL - Sword of Coming-Chapter 1174 Invincible on the table

Chapter 1174 The invincible hand on the wine table

Qingshan and Gao Ren have an appointment at first sight. There are thousands of flowers outside the building, when the pen has not retreated. In the mirror of Bai Yunsheng, before the bright moon falls. The big sunrise in the East China Sea is another day.

A little girl in black, wrapped in cotton cloth, holding a green bamboo cane, and carrying a golden pole on her shoulders, the mountain patrol class in the early morning has ended, and she is going out to explore the world!

A few days ago, she had made an appointment with the left guardian of the dragon lane, the date, time, and time, and they met at the meeting point in the Huimeng Mountain. Today, they will go to Huanghu Mountain together.

Running on a small road in the back mountain of Jise Peak, two short legs ran like a wheel.

The wind blows through the mountains and forests, blowing in large chunks, the bamboo leaves rustle, the pines burst into waves, and the sound of nature is heard.

As the days of the good man Shanzhu returning home were getting longer and longer, the courage of the right protector was getting bigger and bigger day by day.

Nowadays, not only do they patrol the mountains between Jise Peak and Jiling Peak in the morning and evening, but Xiaomi Mili occasionally takes a trip to the Huimeng Mountain, and even travels all the way to Huanghu Mountain.

Mainly because I heard Jingqing say that there is a sesame official who is the county magistrate who often goes fishing and is called Fu Hu. He seems to be the parent official of Pingnan County.

It's not that the millet grains are distressed for Fu Hu's fish catch, but the main reason is that the magistrate Fu is an ordinary master who has never cultivated qi, but there are a lot of alien aquariums in the lake. There are several herrings, and the county magistrate Fu should not be caught by fish.

Huanghu Mountain used to be the site under the water flood, and a water house was built at the bottom of the lake. The two dragon king baskets of Chen Nuanshu and Chen Lingjun were forged into a landscape formation here.

There are a few old tea trees on the mountain, plus the spring water of Yuanmu Peak. Every year before the rain, the old cook will go up to the mountain to pick tea in person, and return to the house to fry tea and make tea. Every time the millet drinks tea, he will praise a few words, okay. The taste is sweet.

In a pavilion on the mountain road north of Huimeng Mountain, Xiao Mi met the Zuo Hufa, and together they wandered off to Huanghu Mountain.

He took out the cakes that he had prepared a long time ago, and gave half of them to Hufa Zuo. They were peach cakes and almond cakes from their own New Year's shop in Qilongxiang.

After eating the cakes, Xiao Mi clapped her hands and said with a smile: "Zuo Fu Fa, do you know, not only the Huanghu Mountain of Sister Hongxia, but also many of our family's vassal's mountain tops, all of which are protected by Chief Zhou's pockets. Well, the old man has a lot of money."

The dog nodded.

That Zhou Fei is indeed rich, a native rich man, spending money without blinking an eye. There can be a few more such chief worshippers, not too many.

The old millet said: "Fu Hu, who likes to fish by the lake, is the magistrate of Pingnan County, a real official. I heard from Jing Qing that the magistrate Fu used to be the top spot at the Dali Capital City News. , Come to Pingnan County to be the magistrate, it is a level of officialdom, not a promotion, but it is a reuse. If we two really meet this magistrate Fu, remember to look at my eyes and act, we both can be smart. "

The dog continued to nod. Chen Lingjun is right, he is a sesame official, but being able to take charge of a county in Dali is much more promising than being an idler in Qingshui Yamen like the Jiedao Office. There must be a background in the family. I remember a person surnamed Fu. It's called Fu Yu. He used to be the prefect of Baoxi County. He is a son of a family in the capital. He first worked as a secretary for Wu Yuan to handle the copywriting and accounting books. Most of them are relatives with Fu Hu?

Xiaomi Mi Li looked down and wondered, "You know all about the Fa Zuo? Could it be that Sister Nuanshu is right, can you be enlightened?"

The dog quickly shook his head.

If Xiao Mi knew the truth, let alone Luopo Mountain, I am afraid that Tong Yezhou Qingping Sword Sect would know it. In fact, it doesn't matter if everyone knows it, just can't let Pei Qian know.

This guardian of the left side of Riding Dragon Lane actually had a name for a long time, Han Lu.

If it hadn't been for Pei Qian, it had a "real name", and it used to eat pills as a meal, and it would have been successfully refined long ago.

When I think of the former little black charcoal... the past is unbearable, even if Pei Qian turned into a girl back then, before she went to Beiju Luzhou to travel, she seemed to have deliberately confessed to Xiaoli, you are colleagues in the officialdom, don't intrigue, If you want to love each other, when she is not at home, let the guardian Zuo often come to your side to order Mao, don't always wander around, the rivers and lakes are sinister, there are some masters who steal dogs, they are very good at catching dogs, they don't need meat buns, it's just that Bending down and copying, you can abduct a dog wrapped in a cotton robe. Without knowing it, he turned around and ran to the stew pot. We can't eat dog meat... You are on the old cook's side. Eat together, don't starve Guardian Zuo, besides you, remember to remind the old cook to throw a few more bones on the ground together.

If you don't eat it, you don't give face, and it's easy to be billed by millet grains, and then be settled by Pei Qian after returning home in autumn. Eat, lose portion.

Millet grains looked left and right, and there was no one around, so he pulled out a satin cloak from the cotton satchel.

As a result, in a pavilion with white walls and black tiles in front, a figure in a blue shirt and a long coat suddenly walked out, with gentle eyes and a smile on his face, looking at the grain of millet who took care of himself.

Xiaomi Mi Li looked embarrassed, ran quickly to the good mountain master who came without saying hello, and said shyly: "It's a bit naive."

This navy blue cape, worn on the body of the millet, is just the right size. At first glance, it is the craftsmanship of an old cook.

"Why is it naive? It's because you can't get to the point that you feel awkward."

While speaking, Chen Pingan made a two-finger twist, and then flicked his wrist, "Women on the rivers and lakes are like this."

Millet grains followed suit, stretched out a hand to pull a corner of his cloak, and then shook his wrist vigorously, making a rattling sound.

Oh oh oh oh.

I see!

Chen Pingan said solemnly, "Do you still feel childish now?"

Millet grain grinned and said, "It's majestic and powerful."

Chen Ping'an nodded to the local dog, and it immediately understood it and played it by himself.

I chatted with Xiaomi Li about the current situation of the next sect, and said that Qingping Jianzong has newly established three government departments, six divisions and eight bureaus.

Millet grains were confused, frowning two pale yellow eyebrows, remember to be serious. Listen to God, is there such a good thing?

After the big white goose became the suzerain, it was different, but it was hard to give people an official hat.

Chen Pingan smiled and said, "Sect Master Cui is teaching me to do things."

Millet blinked.

Chen Pingan restrained his smile, "Didn't you tell Pei Qian about the hero book?"

Xiaomi Mi Li shook his head vigorously, "I made an appointment with Bai Shou Bai Jianxian, the peak master of Taihui Jianzong Pianran Peak, so I can't talk about this."

But the trivial matter of Bai Shou calling the good man mountain lord brotherhood, Xiaomi Mi Li told Pei Qian one by one.

At that time, Pei Qian had a dark face and said it was fine, and wrote it down.

Xiaomi Mi Li said something from the bottom of his heart, Bai Shou has a really good relationship with the good person mountain master. It can be seen that although Bai Jianxian never said it, he actually admires the good person mountain master in his heart. Well, the old cook made an analogy, saying that it is like a teenager who meets an adult who admires from the bottom of his heart, because he is worried that the two sides have nothing to talk about, so he likes to say that I can drink!

Pei Qian's face softened and nodded, saying that Bai Shou can become Liu Jianxian's direct disciple, and it is only through the master's matchmaking. This guy has always talked no big or small, and he never called Master Liu Jianxian before. No.

Chen Ping'an rubbed his chin, since it wasn't millet grains tipping off the news, who leaked the news to Pei Qian?

Millet scratched her face, still feeling that she had to hint at the good man mountain master.

"Ha, definitely not Jing Qing."

Chen Pingan patted the little girl's head, and pretended to be surprised: "So it turns out, it seems that I wronged Jingqing."

Chen Pingan let the millet ride on his neck.

Just like a father pampering his own daughter.

The little girl put her arms on the head of the good man mountain master, her round chin rested on her arms, squinted and smiled, and told the good man mountain master what fun things she saw on the way of the mountain tour the day before yesterday and the day before yesterday. , For example, there is a big toad on the road, it can be slow. Near the Xuxin Pavilion, a bird whose name could not be called built a nest. The pavilion with the longest name is thirty-six steps away, and those tea slices are almost ready to eat. It's a pity that the kiwi fruit is still small, and someone secretly carved words on a red lacquer pillar in the rain pavilion. Magpies are twittering, and they often announce the good news on the branches...

"Wow, so many new things, it's too interesting."

"No, it's very interesting."

Mr. Da is a neighbor, the abbot of Beiyue Piyun Mountain's ordination ceremony, Zhou Guo is responsible for going to Zhongyue Fiezi Mountain, Min Wen and Li Hou are responsible for the ordination ceremony of Dongyue Mountain and Xiyue Ganzhou Mountain respectively.

Previously, they only stayed in Luopao Mountain for a short time, and Dao Lin soon followed Wei Bo to Shanjun Mansion to discuss the process of the ceremony. Among them, Li Hou took time to go to Luopao Mountain's account room, and Wei Wenlong was so excited that he couldn't even speak.

Chen Qingliu and Xin Jian left Luopao Mountain together and planned to visit the Autumn Temple, which has no owner so far.

Chen Lingjun was very reluctant to leave old and new friends. These days, Jinghao, who couldn't get away with two drinks a day, pretended to be reluctant.

Jing Hao's direct disciple Gao Geng, He Jianxiu Bai Deng, and the ghost named Yinlu had already gone down the mountain long before them.

There are two drinks a day, and every time I drink breakfast, Chen Lingjun will not trouble the stupid girl Nuanshu.

Chen Lingjun sent it all the way to the gate of the mountain, and agreed with Immortal Master Jing that as long as he traveled to Liuxiazhou in the future, he would definitely be the first to visit Qinggong Mountain.

He gave Chen Zhuoliu a package, saying that there were some cakes from the New Year's shop, dried creek fish that were dried by himself, as well as tea leaves from Huanghu Mountain, honey from Xiancao Mountain, etc., and they could be eaten on the road. Then use your heart and heart to Chen Zhuoliu, and stop saying a few yin and yang sarcastic words on Jing Lao Shenxian's side. They are just big-hearted, and they are too lazy to care about you, so don't put your nose on your face.

Chen Qingliu just slung the polite and affectionate package across his body, and left without talking nonsense to Chen Lingjun.

The boy in Tsing Yi, who was so angry that he had prepared the polite words like "Send you a thousand miles and say goodbye", endured and endured and finally couldn't hold back, took two steps in three steps, jumped up, and kicked Chen Qingliu's **** with one kick. , swearing, **** your uncle.

Jing Hao pretended not to see anything, but her eyelids were trembling.

A few backs, farther and farther.

Chen Zhuoliu suddenly raised his arm and shook it a few times.

Chen Lingjun was content with this, and moved to squat beside the Taoist priest Xianwei.

Xianwei, who was sitting on a bamboo chair basking in the sun, couldn't help but ask, "Jingqing, have you ever been to the Confucian Temple?"

Chen Lingjun was stunned for a moment, and said doubtfully, "On Luopo Mountain, only my master has been to the Zhongtu Confucian Temple. What kind of onion am I, and where should I go? If you go, you can enter."

Instead, Xianwei was fooled by Chen Lingjun's words, and felt helpless: "I didn't mention the Zhongtu Confucian Temple, it is the kind of county Confucian Temple that can be seen everywhere."

According to the Haoran Ritual System, every county in Jiuzhou has a Confucian Temple.

Chen Lingjun looked pitiful, raised his hand and patted the Taoist priest Xianwei on the shoulder, reading and reading stupidly.

"Aren't you talking nonsense, the Royal River in Huang Tingguo has so many Confucian temples along the way, can I have not been there?"

Xianwei became more and more puzzled, since he had been there, why couldn't he recognize those scholars? In addition to some small county Confucian temples in barren and remote places, ordinary county Confucian temples, or slightly more affluent county Confucian temples, hanging statues of the Ten Philosophers of Confucian Temples will be hung together.

Chen Ling was a little guilty and ashamed to say it. He really didn't go to the Confucian Temple very much, but of course he did. "You have to worship the mountain when you enter the mountain, and you have to worship the water house when you enter the water, you know? To burn incense in the temple, the most important thing is to be sincere. Spirit. Every time I go to the Confucian Temple, I worship the incense first, and then go to the main hall to worship the hanging statue. Outside the door, I stare hard at the hanging statue of the most holy teacher. , just give him a bang bang bang kowtow!"

In Chen Lingjun's opinion, this is called worshipping the biggest mountain. For example, when you arrive at Beiju Luzhou, as long as you have that blessing, you have to have a good relationship with the real fire dragon who eats all black and white. Another example is when you arrive at Liuxiazhou, you have to The first one to visit Qinggong Mountain is close to the immortal Jing Lao, who is highly respected and broad-minded.

After telling Chen Lingjun this, Xianwei understood it, and he was convinced that it was indeed something Chen Lingjun could do.

Xianwei looked at the boy in Tsing Yi with a look of pity, and patted the other side's shoulder, "Fellow Daoist Jingqing, you really don't take the usual path."

Chen Lingjun laughed, "It's all precious Jianghu experience that can't be bought by a thousand dollars. You have to learn it."

The date of returning home kept being postponed, and Gao Jun, the head of the Hushan faction, was finally willing to leave Luopao Mountain and Piyun Mountain, and she took the lead in returning to Lotus Root Blessed Land.

Zhong Qian was two days later than Gao Jun, and was reluctant to return to her hometown. This unambitious golden martial artist, if not for the status of the first person in the blessed land martial arts, would probably only stay in Jisefeng. In the private house, I continued to dip green onions in sauce every day, drink some wine, read a few miscellaneous books borrowed from Brother Dafeng and Daoist Xianwei. When it was time to eat, I went to Zhu Lian to wait and help bring the dishes to the table. After eating, I helped the girl in the pink skirt to clean up the tableware, and finally ordered a few dishes with the old cook. The next meal will have something to look forward to.

One day, from Niujiaodu, a visitor came straight to Luopao Mountain.

The white-haired boy is haunted by ghosts and ghosts, and she, the genealogist, should be as conscientious as the ear-rewarding **** of millet grains.

Among the visitors, finally came a five-level Qi practitioner!

It was Zeng Ye, the head of the Wudao School of Shujian Lake, who took a ferry from the capital of Dali to this place.

Zeng Ye declined the lead of the genealogist, and walked to the Jisefeng bamboo house by himself.

Chen Ping'an asked with a smile, "Have you been to the capital of Dali?"

Zeng Ye nodded, hesitating to speak.

Chen Pingan said, "Have you seen her?"

For no reason, Zeng Ye burst into tears all of a sudden.

Chen Ping'an was silent for a moment. He really didn't know how to solve Zeng Ye, so he could only say: "Go to Zhu Lian's side and sit down when you have time. You can talk to him about this."

Zeng Ye packed up his mind and chatted with Mr. Chen about the Five Islands faction. Chen Pingan listened carefully and gave some suggestions for Zeng Ye to pay attention to.

After that, Nuan Shu came here and stood far away on the side of the bluestone road. She didn't bother the master of the mountain and the head of Zeng to talk about business. After the conversation was over, she walked over to the stone table and took Sect Master Zeng to the mountain residence. At the door of the house, Zeng Ye took the key, thanked Nuanshu, entered the house, put away his luggage, hesitated for a while, and went straight to Mr. Zhu, who was the chief butler in Luopao Mountain.

The door of the old cook's house has always been open and closed, and anyone can come to visit.

Zhu Lian was lying on the rattan chair, shaking the fan, sitting up, and said with a smile, "Sect Master Zeng, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Zeng Ye Zuo Yi said: "Zengye of the Five Islands School, I have met Mr. Zhu Lao."

Zhu Lian held the palm fan and shook it, "My family, don't be polite, sit down and talk."

The young man used to be a helper in the accounting room for his son in Qingxia Island.

Zeng Ye sat on a bamboo chair under the eaves and told an old story from many years ago. The beginning of the story was that a young man was brought to Qingxia Island by a benefactor named Zhang Yu, and he saw Mr. Chen who was haggard but had bright eyes. , He was wearing a cotton robe and had a mild air. Zeng Ye also talked about how the young man was afraid of Gu Can. At the beginning of this landscape story, it had nothing to do with wine. After that, there was Mr. Chen who lived next door. The timid and cowardly young man gradually became relieved. He met some people and affairs, ghosts and debts, which were related to Shujian Lake but were very unfamiliar with Shujian Lake. In Zengye, he was about to talk with the girl from Huangli Mountain. Zhu Lian stood up and said to wait a moment. He went to the wine cellar to get a pot of wine, took off the mud seal, and handed it to Zengye, Zengye drank it. Wine, I don’t know if it’s people drinking or people drinking wine, I continue to tell the story, I have been talking about myself going to the capital of Dali, and about the reunion under the big sun, there is a girl squatting and reading a book, in the story in the book , there is a timid young man named Zeng Ye, and there is a girl Su who may never like Zeng Ye at the end of the story, or know that Zeng Ye likes herself, or who may know but pretend not to know.

At the end of the drink, the jug was empty, and Zeng Ye still raised his head to drink there.

Zhu Lian shook the fan and said softly, "The young man originally thought that in his life, if he wanted to meet the girl he loves again, he would need to find her and wait for her for a hundred years, hundreds of years, and a thousand years. I like it. But the world is so strange, it seems like a dream come true, I finally found the girl I like, logically speaking, this is such a rare lucky thing, I should be very lucky, but I began to worry about gains and losses, but I have to say Sadness, it doesn't seem to be heartbreaking, I think it must not be like this, how can it be so unsatisfactory, it shouldn't be like this.

"This kind of taste is not bitter, but astringent."

"Forget about Miss Su completely, and turn to like the current Miss Liu. I feel sorry for the former."

"I have been in love with Miss Su for a long time, and at the same time I like Miss Liu, and I feel sorry for the latter."

"Just because deep down in your heart, you have to admit that they are not alone after all."

"Whoever I like, who I don't like, who I like at the same time, I don't like anymore. It seems that no matter what you do, it's always a mistake."

"It's not the kind of person who likes to pretend to be confused. Since we know it's wrong, how can we really rest our hearts."

Zhu Lian smiled and asked, "Zengye, if you had known that this was so frustrating, would you regret meeting Miss Su back then? Would you regret going to the capital of Dali this time?"

The former youth Zeng Ye, now the head of the Wudao Sect, shook his head vigorously without hesitation, "Absolutely not!"

Zhu Lian nodded, "At least I can rest assured when I see it. As for some new regrets, just keep them in my heart for a long time. Zengye, if you ask me here, don't you mean nothing? Do you? Then I'm going to ask you a question in return, are you really doing nothing? Listen to me, go back to the capital again, and the affairs of the Wudao faction will be put on hold for a year or two, two or three years, when you arrive in the capital , the only thing you have to do is to force yourself not to do anything, so as not to make mistakes, otherwise people's hearts will be difficult to deal with, find a way of living for ordinary people over there, maybe one day the answer, just run to Your heart is gone."

Zeng Ye nodded and said in a hoarse voice, "I listen to Mr. Zhu, so I will do it like this."

After hearing Mr. Zhu say so much, Zeng Ye felt much better.

Zhu Lian smiled and said, "Finally, I'll send you a message, don't place high expectations on love between men and women, and don't have no hope in your heart."

Zeng Ye grinned, "I remember."

In fact, Chen Ping'an had been secretly standing outside the door, listening with perverted ears, and when he heard this, he left quietly.

There was a girl in a pink skirt in the distance. Chen Ping'an raised his finger to his mouth, then smiled and nodded with her, Nuanshu bestowed a thousand blessings, walked lightly, and went to work elsewhere.

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After taking a trip to the Fengyuan Ferry on the southeast trade route of Beiju Luzhou, in the twilight of this day, it slowly docked at Niujiaodu.

Chen Ping'an took Xiaomi Mi and Chen Lingjun to wait here for a long time.

While waiting, the little girl in black borrowed a golden pole to the boy in blue, and competed in swordsmanship over there. Yes, it's a pleasure.

Jia Sheng, who was honored by the local people as Jia Lao Shenxian, or Jia Banxian, walked behind Zhang Lu Changming, who was temporarily serving as the ferry's chief steward. Previously on the ferry deck, the blind old Taoist gave a strong sniff, hehe, It is as if the mountain wind in my hometown carries the fragrance of wine.

It's been a long time since I had a heart-to-heart chat with brother Jing Qing, and the old Taoist was exhausted.

Chen Ping'an wrapped his arms around his sleeves and said with a smile, "It's all hard work."

The patriarch of Luopao Mountain, who was wearing a snow-white robe, gave a thousand blessings, her voice was soft, and she called out "Master".

In fact, according to Chen Ping'an's original idea, this long-lived Taoist friend whom she met in the old deaf children's prison could serve as the accountant of Luopao Mountain.

But later Cui Dongshan became the patriarch of the law.

After returning home, Chen Ping'an asked Pei Qian privately what her impression of Zhang Lu Changsheng was.

Pei Qian told the truth, first said some good words to pave the way, and finally came up with a sentence, which was very intimidating after watching it for a long time.

Chen Pingan was relieved.

It seems that longevity is the best choice, there is no one.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "The new steward of this Fengyuan ferry will be replaced by an old sword repairer named Xing Yun, who is the new enshrined of Qingping Jianzong. The identity of the old immortal Jia remains unchanged, and he is still the second steward. As for the ferry, of course, it still belongs to our upper sect. Longevity, as the founder of the sect, you are running the ferry business year-round, as Sect Master Cui said, it is indeed a bit outrageous."

Generally speaking, it is more than enough for a cross-continental ferry to have a Jade Pure Realm cultivator in charge. What's more, Xing Yun is also a sword cultivator of the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

Chen Ping'an talked to Jia Sheng again. A new Yuhai Academy was built by Qingping Jianzong.

Millet grains held a green bamboo stick in their arms and stopped to applaud silently. Chen Lingjun, who was helping to carry the golden pole, was a little confused. Both Big White Goose and Master Zhong received money from Brother Jia? Otherwise, your academy is not a wine table. Brother Jia, can you go there and talk about a hammer?

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Everything in the world is well-informed about knowledge, and the practice of human feelings is an article. Sect Master Cui and Master Chong agree with the knowledge outside of the book, and I will help you agree to this."

"what?"

Immortal Jia panicked for a while, "But Pindao has always been outspoken and quick-witted, and he can't be a smooth person. How can he deserve this praise."

Chen Ping'an wrapped his arms around his sleeves and smiled without saying a word.

Chen Lingjun rolled his eyes. The grains of millet scratched their cheeks.

Old Immortal Jia stomped his feet in annoyance, looked at it, and said something wrong again, didn't he? ! If you look down on your own conduct, how can you look down on the vision and love of Sect Master Cui and Master Chong.

Chen Ping'an explained: "If Cui Dongshan might make a joke with you, you know very well who Master Chong is. Outsiders are teaching in the academy, and Chong Qiu doesn't nod, so Cui Dongshan can't just stuff people inside. As for the specific teaching content, then Fengyuan ferry south to Tongye Continent, arrived at Yulindu, Jia Lao Shenxian went to chat with Master Zhong."

Jia Sheng rubbed his hands together and said, "Bite the scalp and try it out. If you don't match your morals, you won't be able to take up the position of a lecturer. You don't need to be a master to drive people out. Poor Daoist will get out of the way."

Changming asked: "Master, I heard that the Five Mountains will be sealed soon, do we need to prepare gifts here?"

For the big happy events on the mountain such as Wuyue Fengzheng, as a rule, the sects and Daxian Mansion in Yizhou need to congratulate them. He said that it is usually a letter written by the suzerain and the head, and then prepare a copy that matches the status of the mountain. congratulations.

Chen Ping'an said: "Except for Jin Qing and Fan Junmao, on the other side of the other mountain lords, we won't put our hot face on our cold **** in Luopao Mountain."

The old fairy Jia immediately heard the meaning and chewed his head.

Zhang Lu Changming smiled and said, "We met a few high-ranking people at Beiju Luzhou before, and Director Jia chatted with them, and the answers were fluent and very decent."

Jia Lao Shenxian said with a face: "Drinking is a mistake, you can't keep your mouth shut, drinking is a mistake."

Chen Lingjun slapped Jia Sheng's arm with a slap, "Brother Jia, it's alright, you've done a great job again!"

Who doesn't know, Zhang Lu Long Life is not easy to boast.

Jia Sheng reluctantly said: "It doesn't count, it doesn't count, not to mention what kind of feats it is, but now that I think about it, I have lingering fears, and I am afraid. Oh no."

In officialdom, it's the same up and down the mountain. I'm afraid that it's a mistake not to say or not to do it, but I'm even more afraid that it's a mistake to say something wrong and do something wrong.

Chen Lingjun laughed and said: "What are you afraid of, as long as you are at the wine table, Brother Jia, you and that Liu Jiuxian are invincible!"

Jia Sheng's head froze for a while. How dare you compare with Liu Jianxian.

Chen Ping'an asked curiously: "Oh? How to say it, who you met, and what you talked about, let's talk about it carefully."

Longevity explained the detailed process of the wine bureau. Chen Pingan listened attentively.

It turned out that at a Xianjia ferry in Beiju Luzhou, the old **** Jia accompanied Zhang Lu for a long life, and negotiated a business with the local Xianfu. There was a restaurant nearby, which happened to sell a kind of wine called "Shuangquan Wine". The fairy brewer knew that Jia Sheng was good at wine, and he negotiated the business again. Zhang Lu Changsheng naturally had no objection. As a result, he happened to meet a group of people and had already sat down for a drink in the restaurant. Zhou Chunru Chen's old man, there are two more clear-looking old men in Confucian shirts, and a dull old man who looks like a servant. The two familiar faces among them were Pang Chao, a wooden guest from Luoyang who had visited Qilong Lane in the town, and Qin Budo, a female cultivator.

Qin Budo was bold and took the initiative to invite Zhang Lu Changming and Jia Sheng to drink together.

The three old gentlemen looked like one rich, one expensive and one poor.

Among them, Huang Zhenshu claimed to be a lecturer at Xiushui Zhitai Academy.

There is also an old master named Zeng Xinxu, who said that he used to be a scholar in a small country, and now he is unofficial and light, so he travels with two old friends who rarely get a break.

The last one, named Fan Cheng, doesn't like talking much.

At first, Jia Sheng was still a little restrained, but after drinking the wine, a few glasses of mellow and fragrant mountain fairy brewed his stomach, and his courage was immediately enough. Although the old Taoist was very measured, he would never dare to get drunk, but that kind of slightly intoxicated state, It's amazing. In addition, Huang Zhenshu is quite talkative, and his ability to toast and persuade is not low. After going back and forth, Jia Lao Shenxian will open the chatterbox.

This went all the way to Luopaoshan, Chen Shanzhu, morality and knowledge... The words of Jia Lao Shenxian seem to have no taboos, but in fact they are all just right.

When Huang Zhenshu, who was most attached to drinking like drinking water, talked about Mr. Nanfeng, Jia Sheng drank it all in one go, and said, "Nanfeng's article is unique in the world, and the river of water is the battle of stars."

Zhang Lu Changming was keen to find that the old master named Zeng Xinxu heard this and shook his head with a smile.

Huang Zhenshu asked with a smile: "That young mountain master, who praised such popular articles as "Daoshan Pavilion" and "The Story of Mochi"?"

This old master seemed to have been waiting for the blind Taoist priest at the wine table, and said those words of praise that were old-fashioned and conclusive.

Jia Sheng laughed and shook his head again and again, "The reason why my mountain owner respects Mr. Nanfeng so much is not only because of the 'strict words, but the arrangement' in the article. There are thousands of famous articles, shining like stars, and Mr. Nan Fung is nothing more than one of them. Articles such as "Daoshan Pavilion" and "Ink Chi Ji" are of course excellent, but they are only a ' That's it. The most sincere admiration of our mountain masters is not in some of Mr. Nanfeng's handed down masterpieces, how beautifully written, but in the old master's articles of mixed praise and criticism, such as "Yuezhou Zhao Gong's Disaster Relief" "Record" and "Yihuang County Xue Ji" are the most recognized! In addition, Mr. Nanfeng's words and deeds are consistent, he can apply what he has learned, pay attention to economic affairs, and truly care about the suffering of the people, and never talk about it on paper! To be honest, our mountain The Lord likes to copy books, and excerpts as you read and write, but the entire article is copied…”

Jia Lao Shenxian put down the wine glass, stretched out his two hands, and turned it over again, "At most 20 articles. In terms of the number, Mr. Nanfeng is the leader, and one person has as many as four!"

"Just ask how many beautiful texts are in the world, and the sea of ​​books is boundless. It's like picking 20 Lizhu, is it an easy task?!"

What the old Taoist said is true, the mountain owner Chen Ping'an really highly respects Mr. Nan Fung.

But to say that he told Jia Sheng these "flattering words" is really not that exaggerated. It is far less exaggerated than what the old Taoist said.

At that time, it was only a certain time when Jia Sheng and Jia Sheng sat in the courtyard of the old cook and chatted while eating melon seeds. Chen Ping'an's words were still very simple.

Zhu Lian agreed a few words, but as a result, the old fairy Jia moved the books to the wine table.

"Of course, my mountain master also said that this is just his family's opinions and personal preferences. Those 'lizhu'-like articles have a certain relationship with those who have not been selected, whether they are good or bad, high or low, but not absolutely related. After all, everyone has their own aesthetics and interests.”

"Scholar, just swearing at people, is it interesting? Interesting. Is it meaningful? Pindao thinks it may not be there."

"Good learning is not only destructive in the world, but also needs to have the ability to repair and build. If it is knocked down, it has to be rebuilt. You can't pat your **** and leave. Let's put it aside."

"Since scholars use their words to convey the truth and pass it on from generation to generation, how can the real gain and loss of the article only be in the literary talent, and how can it not be related to the control of chaos?"

"Being able to ask questions is great. Being able to solve them is even better."

Huang Zhenshu and Zeng Xinxu, two old gentlemen, looked at each other and smiled knowingly. They unanimously turned their eyes towards the silent old man with an expressionless face.

Is it quite a bit of the style of that Wen Sheng who reasoned and lectured with you, Shao Gong?

Likes and is good at insisting on a progressive, interlocking, not easily denied, but not easily recognized, the real good, often in a higher place.

"The poor man is rudimentary and has little knowledge. Originally, he was no different from ordinary people. He was only in admiration for Zeng Wending's wonderful writing skills. After chatting with the mountain master, I felt that this master is the most famous writer in history." Different things' is the most powerful place. Shanzhu said that in dealing with people, you need to see the wise and think well, but also to be out of the way. Not only should you not be vulgar, but also unique and elegant. To be able to not say weird things, behave absurdly, and not deliberately use strange style and obscure content to be fascinating, but also be 'different', it is difficult to reach the sky."

Pang Chao had given this blind old Taoist a series of sincere rhetoric for a long time, and he was completely stunned.

Before drinking, he was still a little restrained, and he behaved kindly and politely. He never thought that after the old Taoist drank, it was simply... like a divine help.

Pang Chao didn't read much, but Qin Budo, who was from the same hometown as Bai and lived in the same era, knew the weight of these compliments.

To put it simply, if the old Taoist didn't talk nonsense, it meant that in Chen Ping'an's mind, the unmasked Mr. Nan Feng was completely comparable to Bai Ye and Haoran Suzi, the most proud of the world. . Even more than that?

When it comes to cramming, the old Taoist can never say such a "rush article".

Huang Zhenshu asked with a smile in his heart: "This Taoist priest has already recognized our identity?"

Qin Budo is not sure.

There are many miraculous things on the mountain.

The dumbest old master shook his head lightly, giving the answer.

Zeng Xinxu asked with a smile: "Dare to ask Daochang Jia, what do you think about the writing of the proud students under Su Zimen? For example, "Huang" in "Su Huang"?"

Jia Sheng hesitated for a moment, then drank all the wine in the glass, drinking to strengthen his courage, "We Luobaoshan have always been heart-to-heart and treat people with sincerity. The talented Mr. Huang can drink happily and talk about life with him, but he cannot discuss trivial matters in the world with him. A piece of silk can be exchanged for several meat buns, and a few catties of charcoal can be exchanged for a piece of silk. This is called...the rich family sleeps in the mountains at night. , mistaken the stream for the sound of rain."

"My mountain master likes the sentence, 'Ten years of rain in the rivers and lakes in the night, a glass of wine in the spring breeze of peach and plum'. I like it so much that I can drink a whole pot of wine by myself as long as I think of such a poem. The wind is cool in the afternoon, Chen Shanzhu, who dislikes him so much that he almost never wants to talk behind his back, drinks in anguish, and repeatedly asks himself how that old master can write such heartless poems."

When the old Taoist said this, he sighed softly, poured himself a glass of wine, and held it up high, as a salutary apology to the sages from the distance, "There are many offenses, don't blame the sages."

Zeng Xinxu laughed loudly, while Huang Zhenshu nodded with a smile, "If you hit the point, you have to pinch your nose to recognize it."

Qin Budo and Pang Chao found it even more interesting.

A young man is famous, his emotions and anger are hidden, and he has made great achievements in becoming famous. With such a shrewdness and such a skill, he is mostly a hero, a sage, and a big traitor.

If today's meal is just to listen to the blind Taoist priest say some good words, even if it is true and sincere, it is still not very meaningful.

Hearing this, Chen Ping'an had already guessed the identities of the two old masters. Mr. Zeng Wending, Mr. Nan Fung. Mr. Chonghe under Su Zimen.

Chen Ping'an asked, "The last old gentleman, how did others call him?"

Changming smiled and said, "I call him Duke Shao. From the beginning to the end, I never talked to Jia Sheng."

Chen Ping'an was speechless for a while, the old master's real name was more than that.

He has profound knowledge and great skill, especially proficient in three graves and five scriptures, astronomical calendar and Heluo prophecy.

It is not only an official school respected by various countries, but also a prominent school within the Confucian Taoism.

Although he is known in the world for his rigorous scholarship and can be regarded as a scholar of Confucianism, he is simple in words and extremely poor in words. If students and disciples have doubts, they usually ask their masters for advice by writing and writing, and the old master will also answer in writing. . This is also an interesting anecdote within Confucianism.

But for some reason, this person was not worthy of the Confucian Temple.

There are even more rumors that this person once closed the door and sat opposite an old scholar who visited the door.

In the end, the old scholar gave a thumbs up and complimented the other party with a well-written word.

It is reasonable to say that such secret matters, which are only known by "heaven and earth know you and I know", will never be shared, at least they will never be shared with the disciples.

But within the entire Confucian school, it is said that there are noses and eyes, how is Shao Gong's face flushed, and how old Xiu is the old god, who won this tough battle between chatting and laughing.

Chen Pingan also knew that Wen Yu, the deputy head of the Tongyezhou Tianmu Academy, was this person's anonymous disciple, both a teacher and a friend.

Immortal Jia arrived at the wine bureau and said a few words of his own opinions. For example, scholars of an era have academics of their own era. If they enter the fence, they are full of limitations. If anyone can predict the trend of the cultural context in the next thousand years , is the first-class scholar in the world, who can enter the pre-stream of the source. The word "pre-liu" was originally a Buddhist language, and the two old masters looked at each other and smiled, this was the first time they had heard this explanation.

As for the unsmiling little old man, although he looked poor and sour, Jia Sheng was at the wine table and toasted with him a few more times, intentionally or not.

Wait until Luopaoshan Zhanglu and Jia Laoxian leave.

Mr. Nanfeng twitched his beard and smiled, "I didn't expect to be so admired by Lord Chen Shanzhu. There is nothing more fortunate in life than being in a foreign land and having to meet a confidant."

Instead of listening to a few good words, but in the lifelong efforts that have never been understood by others, they can be truly recognized and cherished by others.

When it comes to the heart, it is like drinking alcohol.

The dumb old man who was just drinking and showing no expression from beginning to end stood up and walked to the window.

On the side of Niujiaodu, Jia Lao Shenxian asked cautiously: "Shanzhu, is there something inappropriate or inappropriate in the poor way?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Chen Lingjun is right, the immortal Jia is invincible on the wine table."