In April, everything is so beautiful. The spring breeze is gentle, the drizzle is misty, and even the sun is so tender. I am afraid it will hurt the April sky. These conditions allow thousands of pear trees to bloom, and hundreds of colorful flowers to bloom. Among them, only the true country of peonies

color.

In the northeast of Qing Dynasty, a hundred miles away from where the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea, there is smoke from cooking, small bridges and flowing water, and it has a cool Jiangnan style. Three to five or six farmhouses are embedded in the sea of ​​flowers. Farmers are plowing in the fields in spring, and children are playing in the fields. It is very peaceful.

, very peaceful.

One of the eight-foot-tall young men was particularly conspicuous among the children. He was handsome, white, and majestic. Even the coarse linen cloth could not cover the dust emanating from his bones. He was sitting slumped on a field, surrounded by children, and was telling all kinds of bizarre stories.

It is a masterpiece that has been heard all over the world. The words are friendly and the description is vivid, which makes the working farmers prick up their ears and listen.

This person is none other than Zhao Zhengli, who disappeared from the Wulu Temple more than a month ago. Now, the temple and the world are frantically searching for the son of a rebellious official.

He lived a comfortable and carefree life, but he worried a lot of worried people, and the Bi sisters were one of them. Ever since they learned that the old emperor of the imperial court had ordered to kill the "legacy of a rebellious official", two beautiful beauties pulled out their hair

The sword is about to rush towards the palace, looking like a desperate man.

In this way, as expected, the monk Mingwu stopped him and told him a lot of reasons why the situation was unfavorable. The two sisters did not listen. Finally, the monk said helplessly, "Now that I die, I will never see Taoist Master Zhao again."

, If he follows his way, where in the vastness of heaven and earth can he not find room?"

These words awakened the sisters of the Bi family like a revelation, and they murmured: "The Taoist Master said that he didn't like temples, so he used this opportunity to remain anonymous and retreat to the mountains..."

At this point, the two women gave up. They left a letter to the monk and left the next day.

The bitter monk Mingwu twirled the letter in a daze, touched his bare and ordained head, and couldn't figure out what is so attractive about Zhao Zhengli? He is also a beauty, just because he is good-looking? He is not bad either, the only difference is that he doesn't have a hair

Three thousand black hairs came from the same land of Shu; how can they be so different?

In such a situation, there are very few people who can openly support Zhao Zhengli. Apart from the Bi family sisters, I am afraid that the only one is the young lady from the Yu family. As for the prince, the party's civil servants can't say they hate him. As long as he withdraws from the game of temple, everything will be over.

Yes.

The military attachés of the City King's Party were also in a state of arrogance, and some even expressed gloating about his misfortune. The only temple with which he had social contact, a few people from the Sansheng Tianshi Mansion might secretly feel sorry for him and sighed, but most of them relied on the fact that they were his enemies.

With a mentality of watching from a distance, Zhang Ziya, who is now the guest of the prince, may have kept the legacy of the capital for him because of his old acquaintance, because when Zhao Zhengli was dismissed from all positions, the palace had been taken back by the imperial court.

According to internal and external analysis, the only people who really wanted his life were the old emperor, the grand master and the master. These few were undoubtedly insiders sixteen years ago, or those who set up the situation. They seemed to agree with the saying "cutting the grass will eliminate the roots."

The cruel words of Jianghu.

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Zhao Zhengli enjoyed the simple life of working at sunrise and resting at sunset. Although he was leisurely and at ease in Qingcheng Mountain, he could not withstand the strict discipline of his senior brothers. Unexpectedly, the hard years he endured in those days have become his deepest memories when he came down the mountain.

Now, even he himself wonders why he has become diligent, meditating in meditation in the morning and evening, and practicing boxing and Qi in the early morning, which is more effective than the personal supervision of the head master on the mountain.

Maybe this is the self-discipline of the head senior brother!

For more than a month, he felt that his Dantian was as calm as a rock, and the 361 acupoints penetrated by the dragon vein chess pieces were functioning freely, and his whole soul was emptied and sublimated!

In mid-April, on a silent night of spring rain, the thatched and adobe farmhouse was instantly enveloped by the majestic spiritual energy. Then the spring rain in the night sky seemed to be suspended and suspended, and then an invisible energy burst out from the thatched adobe house, trapping the rain all over the sky.

It was shaken to pieces and turned into steaming mist.

In the thatched house, Zhao Zhengli, who was sitting cross-legged in meditation, slowly opened his eyes, and the acupoints all over his body that absorbed the spiritual energy in a clockwise direction disappeared, and everything returned to calm. His eyes went deep into the dry well, and the sound of air bursting was heard just by raising his hand to clench his fist, and the surface of his fist was really...

The Qi flowed, and the Tao rhyme disappeared and appeared. He had the illusion that he could restrain the sky by raising his hand, and restrain the earth by covering his hand. It was as if there was infinite Qi in his Dantian, capturing the subtle three thousand avenues in the world, and all things seemed to be in that moment.

All in the palm of your hand.

A smile appeared on his handsome face: "Is this what it feels like to be a master?" Then he greedily took a breath of fresh air: "It's wonderful!"

The Yin hour has just passed and the Mao hour has not yet arrived. The sky is in an alternating stage of brightness and non-brightness. Everything in the world is silent, and people, animals, birds and insects are deeply asleep.

The monks at this stage are also in a state of half-asleep and half-awake. In the mountain village at night, a robe is walking among the flowers, with a long knife hanging on the waist and the cold light is restrained. The person under the robe is like an immortal who is carefree and playing in the world of mortals. He can walk several meters in a step.

Elegant, as if he could shrink to an inch, he had already covered tens of meters in three or five steps. He stared at the thatched farmhouse intently, looking for the fluctuations of zhenqi from earlier.

Zhao Zhengli, who was in meditation in the room, suddenly opened his eyes when he noticed a strange breath approaching him. This person's breathing was long and he must be a profound person.

After absorbing his energy, Zhao Zhengli stood up and dressed neatly, pushed open the wooden door wrapped in a straw mat, walked out slowly, and stood under the eaves. His otherworldly temperament gave the thatched house a bit of fairyland. The two faced each other across the hazy night sky.

See.

Both sides were stunned: "Is it you?"

The visitor is Chen Xiaoyao, a native of Jiangnan Jianghu. He is handsome but only thirty years old, with bright eyebrows and resolute complexion. They met at the Wulu Temple on the outskirts of Chenzhuang Town more than a month ago. The situation was chaotic that day, and he did not

He was able to get a reward for killing Zhao Zhengli, but he helped others unanimously. Generally speaking, he was either good or bad, depending on his mood at the time.

Today he is wearing a green robe and a white shirt as a base, which adds a bit of cleanliness to him and highlights his fair skin. In addition, his elegant and unrestrained movements make him look like the cynical and handsome young man next door.

After Chen Xiaoyao recognized Zhao Zhengli, he smiled openly, but that smile made Zhao Zhengli tremble, like a jackal staring at a lamb.

Zhao Zhengli glanced at the farmhouse where he had lived for more than a month. At this moment, a family of three was snoring. He turned back and said calmly: "Change a place!"

Chen Xiaoyao didn't say much, turned around and walked towards the distant mountains and forests, followed closely by Zhao Zhengli.

The two of them were as light as swallows. They jumped over the roof, stepped over the flowers and grass, flew across the sky several feet at a time, passed through the sea of ​​flowers, and entered the overgrown woods in a few breaths. This distance would have taken a lot of effort for ordinary people.

For an hour, Chen Xiaoyao stood on the top of a towering green pine, while Zhao Zhengli stopped on the ancient locust tree. The two of them bent down and raised their heads, looking at each other.

Chen Xiaoyao looked down and looked at him and said: "The emperor is also stingy. One million gold has actually shrunk to one hundred thousand gold. Although a hereditary title has been added, this may be very tempting to other people in the world, but I, Chen Xiaoyao, have no interest at all. For ten thousand gold,

Wan Jin offended the future Grand Master, this deal seems a little risky, and probably only those sects from the world would be willing to plow into it, after all, they have never even dreamed of hereditary titles."

"So why the late night visit?"

Zhao Zhengli squinted at Chen Xiaoyao above him, not understanding his purpose at all. The purple Yang sword behind him was already trembling slightly, as if it was unsheathed with a sound.

Chen Xiaoyao smiled brightly, showing his white teeth: "Of course I want to make friends, otherwise why would I still have a tryst with you?"

Zhao Zhengli still did not let down his guard: "You just said one hundred thousand gold? A hereditary title? What is it?"

Chen Xiaoyao was surprised: "You didn't know?" Then he glanced at his burlap clothes and felt relieved: "That's right, I can tell by your attire that you have been isolated from the world during this period."

Chen Xiaoyao hugged his arms and told the outside world about the major deeds, emphasizing his current identity and the various conditions for hunting him down. He was rewarded with a hundred gold for reporting his whereabouts, and a hundred thousand gold for the person who killed him, and was granted a hereditary title, so that he would not be implicated in the crime.

When Zhao Zhengli heard "not implicated", the corner of his mouth turned up with disdain, and thought, "I am alone, how can I be implicated? The temple is really a more sinister and gloomy place than the rivers and lakes. You must first find a high-sounding reason for anything you do. This "relict son of a traitor"

He was afraid that he would not be able to get rid of the crime. Zhao Zhengli was curious as to why the old emperor only issued the decree now. He had been in the capital for more than half a year before, which was the perfect time. Why not arrest him on the spot? He had to wait until he left the capital, and in Wulu Sheng

The order was issued after the palace disappeared?"

The sky is getting brighter, and the sound of roosters and dogs barking can be heard.

Chen Xiaoyaoxiao was tired from standing, so he sat down on a pine branch and stretched: "After talking so much, my mouth is dry. Do you have to treat me to a drink?"

Zhao Zhengli came back to his senses, looked at the lazy man carefully, and suddenly asked: "Can you lend me a few taels of silver?"

The handsome man standing on the branch of the green pine tree almost stumbled and fell down when he heard this. He grabbed the tree branch and said: "Isn't it wrong to ask someone to borrow money when we first meet? Talking about money hurts feelings!"

Zhao Zhengli did not feel any danger from the other party and gradually relaxed his mind: "I heard that only those who can lend money are true friends!"

The man in green shirt on the branch suddenly became interested, and a smile appeared on his face, mysterious and interesting: "How much do you want to borrow?"

"Three to five to two hundred, take it as you see!"

"How many taels of silver do you call three, five, or two hundred?"

"Then two hundred taels!"

"Brother, I seem to be carefree when I travel around the world, but I am very poor! At most thirty taels!"

"Who in the world doesn't know that you Chen Xiaoyao wrote a book "Dream Xiaoyao" and made a lot of money? Since you sincerely make friends with me, this friendship is only worth thirty taels?"

"One hundred! No more."

"make a deal!"

The man in green robe on the green pine branch shook his head as he took out his money bag: "I, Chen Xiaoyao, have been out in the world for decades and this is the first time I have met someone like you who borrows money!"

Zhao Zhengli took the two fifty taels of silver, weighed them and put them into his arms. He glanced at the handsome young man who was more than ten years older than him with satisfaction and said, "This friend of yours recognizes you!"

"..."

Chen Xiaoyao was ashamed. Why did he feel like he was trying to curry favor with him?

It was already early in the morning when Zhao Zhengli returned to the farmhouse. The farmer and his wife were about to go out for spring plowing, carrying baskets on their backs. His children were about to climb up the thatched window where Zhao Zhengli lived to peek, but were frightened away by the willow branches in her mother's hands. The children squeezed out their brilliant expressions without regret.

The smiling face hugged the woman's thigh and acted coquettishly, and both husband and wife showed a simple smile.

call!

At the same moment, two figures soared into the sky from the direction of the back mountain, frightening the family of three into panic, thinking they were being attacked by mountain birds.

Zhao Zhengli immediately comforted him: "Brother Zhang, it's me!"

The family of three heard a familiar voice, and then they had the courage to take a look. Two slender and straight men came into view. One of them was the handsome young man who had lived in their home for more than a month. He was an innocent child and recognized that the person coming was playing with him.

The eldest brother, who had been many months old, asked out of curiosity: "Brother, are you an immortal? How did you come from the sky?"

Zhao Zhengli fondly touched her little head: "Big brother is not an immortal, he is just a seeking monk!"

The conversation between one parent and one child allowed the couple to clarify their doubts. An unnatural stiff smile appeared on their faces. At this moment, their eyes were more awe-inspiring, and they were secretly glad that they had not troubled him for more than a month.

Zhao Zhengli could see the couple's discomfort, which was why he had been hiding it. But now it was time to leave, and there was no need to hide it. He took out the one hundred taels of silver he borrowed from Chen Xiaoyao and handed it to the couple.

He was so frightened that he quickly shook his head and refused. Although he lived in his house for more than a month, he also helped with a lot of farm work and took care of his daughter. If he didn't know it, the couple would have to lecture him, but they found out that he was Feitian.

How can a monk who has escaped to the earth dare to do so?

Zhao Zhengli didn't care what the two of them thought, and forced the middle-aged farmer to improve their conditions and buy more clothes for his mother and daughter.
To be continued...