The young Taoist priest was surprised and asked, "Master, what is the Snow Wolf Silver Needle?"

"It's just that little hair on the tip of the tail of a wolf in the snowy area in the extreme north."

He stood up from the ground, "This is the most difficult but best material for making brushes in the world!"

“…Master means, someone killed them with this thing?”

"Of course, Grandmaster!"

"Master, I'm hungry."

The old Taoist priest raised his hand and slapped the young Taoist priest in the head, "I know how to eat it! I'll tell you hello to our Taiyi Dao Temple, what are you doing? The whole family was burned all over by the little devils of Changsun Jinghong!"

"I traveled around the world for my master, but I didn't even have a place to live... You, Wuwei, you are indeed Wuwei!"

As he said this, the old Taoist priest carefully put the wolf hair into a small wooden box, "Let's go, find a place to stay for a night."

The master and apprentice walked out of Qifen Alley and happened to pass by the coroner constable led by Xiangdong.

"Master, why are you keeping that thing?"

"I'm thinking that this may be Xi Wei's tail!"

Wuwei was stunned, "Didn't it just say it was the wolf's tail? How did it become Xi Wei's?"

The old Taoist priest raised his hand and slapped Wuwei again, "Xi Wei is the Grand Master!"

"The only one who can use this snow wolf silver needle to make a brush in the world is Xiao Chuanting, a pen master from the former Yong Kingdom."

"Xiao Chuanting made two such silver wolf pens in his life, one in the palace of Wu, and the other in the whereabouts of Yong Kingdom were unknown after the destruction of Yong Kingdom... Xi Wei was a former Yong Kingdom native, and at the same time he was

Grandmaster, this money may be on him!"..

The little Taoist Wuwei was stunned for a moment, "But the master doesn't know who Xi Wei is. Besides... since he is a great master, you can't beat him, master, how can you search for the pen?"

The older Taoist priest did not slap Wuwei’s little Taoist priest this time, “The Xiao family has not been destroyed. As long as the people from the Xiao family are found, you may know who Xi Wei is!”

"What are you doing when you find Xi Wei?"

The old Taoist priest stopped.

The little Taoist priest Wuwei hit his back.

The old Taoist priest looked up and looked at a shop next to him - Lao Yam Soup!

The little Taoist Wuwei forgot what he asked just now. He shrugged his nose, and a sweet smell of mutton floated into his nostrils, and his stomach suddenly whined.

But the old Taoist priest said something that had nothing to do with eating:

"It was the old guy Xi Wei who asked the emperor to come and practice Taoism in Taiyi!"

"After the emperor had made the Tao, he would confer my Taiyi Dao as the national religion..."

"Now the emperor has lost his cultivation, which has caused our Taiyi Dao to be gone!"

"Of course, this account must be taken into consideration by him, otherwise, how will the fellow gangs treat me, Master Qingfeng?!"

The little Taoist priest Wuwei swallowed and whispered: "Master, it's easier to settle the score after eating!"

"Besides... this sea of ​​people is vast, just by relying on that hair, how can I find the people of the Xiao family? How can I find that, that Xi Wei?"

"Well, I will send a Jianghu post to my teacher tomorrow, Xu Neng..."

Taoist Qingfeng's words were interrupted by the little Taoist Wuwei, "Tomorrow is coming tomorrow, master, how about having dinner first?"

Taoist Master Qingfeng turned his head, glared at the little Taoist Master Wuwei, and walked forward.

"There is only five cents left in your pocket. Do you still want to eat sheep?"

"This is a bullshit world, steamed cakes are sold for 8 cents per person. Let's go to the Jade Buddha Temple!"

“…Master, Jade Buddha Temple is a monk, we are Taoist priests!”

"Of course I know that monks can beg for alms, so why can't Taoists beg for alms?"

"Walk!"

"If you don't give us food, you will beat the bald donkeys hard!"

"I will tell you that the Jade Buddha Temple is rich and not comparable to our poor Taiyi!"

The little monk Wuwei's eyes lit up suddenly, "When I ask those bald donkeys to stew a pot of dog meat for us!"

The old Taoist Qingfeng was stunned, "Good idea!"

The two of them left for the Jade Buddha Temple.

Li Chenan and Hua Manting also arrived at Juxian Pavilion.

It happened to be dusk.

The lanterns in Juxian Pavilion have been lit up.

In the courtyard of Juxian Pavilion, an old man was standing in front of a plum tree.

Hua Manting pointed to the old man and said to Li Chenan: "He, your grandfather Mr. Chunfu's best friend, the prince Taibao Nian Chengfeng, who was once one of the third divisions!"

"Didn't you say that the Regent is tired?"

"You need someone who is capable to help you."

"Brother asked you to come out and invite him to have a pot of wine."

Nian Chengfeng, who was under the plum tree, turned around and looked helpless: "For this wine, I have been waiting for you for half an hour, and the flowers have faded. You are finally here!"

"Let's go, hurry in and warm up a pot of wine!"

"I'm frozen to death!"

He walked over and asked Li Chen'an, "You are Li Chen'an?"

Li Chenan bowed and bowed: "That's right."

"...You and Li Chunfu don't look very similar!"

Li Chenan was stunned for a moment, and then he heard the old man say another sentence: "Don't say it, it's really similar to Queen Lu, drink first!"

Three people went upstairs.

Go directly to the third floor.

There is only one room on the third floor of Juxian Pavilion.

It is called Banchengyan.

There were only three people sitting in the huge room—

Li Chen'an, flowers are all over the courtyard, and there is also a phoenix in the year.

Before the wine and food were served, Hua Manting had already ordered the waiter to get the pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Just in Nian Chengfeng's surprised sight, he put his pen down!

What I wrote was the poem that Li Chenan casually wrote on the way.

After finishing writing, Hua Manting picked up the paper and blew it to Nian Chengfeng.

"Look, how about this poem?"

Nian Chengfeng took it and squinted his eyes slightly... After a moment, he raised his head and looked at Hua Manting.

"The words are simple, the meaning is concise and profound."

"Why did you suddenly feel compassionate?"

Hua Manting raised his eyebrows and pointed at Li Chenan: "My brother is so passionate."

Hua Manting briefly told Nian Chengfeng about meeting the charcoal seller, and Nian Chengfeng then seriously went to Li Chenan.

He did not ask Li Chenan why he wrote this poem, but asked:

"What's going on with you?"

After so many rolls in the snow, they did not change their clothes, so there were many water stains on their clothes and the marks of soil.

"Several assassins intend to kill him."

Nian Chengfeng narrowed her eyes again, "Don't be careless, you live well, be good to you, and be good to Ningguo's country and the country!"

After he said this, Hua Manting felt relieved.

This shows that Nian Chengfeng, who has always been stubborn, has recognized Li Chen'an through this poem!

From this poem, Nian Chengfeng already knew what kind of person Li Chenan was.

Li Chen was warming a pot of wine, and he had already roughly understood the purpose of Hua Manting himself in meeting the former prince Taibao.

Brother Hua has done a good job!

Knowing that I can't have a master who stands alone, is this going to invite this old man to come out in person?

If the old prince Taibao was willing to come out and sit in the position of prime minister, he would be much more relaxed.

I feel much more at ease when I leave this palace myself.

But he is so old, and things in the court are piled up like mountains...

He must not die of exhaustion in the political affairs hall!

Nian Chengfeng didn't know that Li Chenan was worried about his life or death, so he took this poem carefully and asked:

"What is this poem called?"
Chapter completed!