I continue to carry out his great cause of training.

While stopping his mother from doing evil, Zhao Ping patiently explained: "Mom, this is an advertisement, it must be easy to understand, do you understand?"

"What advertisement, if you don't explain it clearly, let me know what family law is?"

Zhao Ping's ears continued to feel pain after pain, so he had to tilt his head and cover his ears and said, "Mom, advertisements are for public announcements, which means to let Xianzu be informed by the public, referred to as advertisements. Since it is an advertisement, it must be easy to understand, and the effect of it can be known through advertisements. Mom, see if people have already understood its cleaning and beauty effects."

The kind of mother who was not so easy to be fooled, and her slender hands did not stop doing evil. "No, today if you don't give Wei Mom an explanation, Wei Mom will let you know what family law is."

Zhao Ping looked at the scenery outside. Today, the clouds were as dark as ink. Last night, a heavy rain brought spring back to the original form of winter. After thinking about it, he murmured:

"The dark clouds and cold rain lines in the momo are full of ancient trees without towers. The thin candles are hard to sleep, and a cluster of red flowers are coming to proclaim the coming of spring."

My mother recited it carefully several times, then changed the direction of the battle, and gently pointed it on Zhao Ping's forehead with her fingers: "I'm so careless, but I can still give up. I'll spare you for the time being."

My mother suddenly frowned and looked at Zhao Ping and asked, "How did you find the magic method to make immortal soap?"

Zhao Ping raised the peach wood sword in his hand and pointed at the direction of Chaoyang Cave, and said seriously: "It was told by the gods of Chaoyang Cave."

My mother thought about it, bowed three times to the direction of Chunyang Cave, and then said: "Chunyang Cave has helped Ping'er. I have to go to Chunyang Cave tomorrow to thank the gods."

Hearing this, Zhao Ping couldn't help but think that the gods are a basket, and maybe they can put everything in it, but he has to make this lie so that people believe it.

The next day, my mother had no rest all night, covered her eyes with dark circles and makeup. She held Zhao Ping in her hand and walked towards Chunyang Cave a mile away. She followed the housekeeper Wu Jie and his family and two maids. Their loads and boxes brought a full set of sacrificial supplies such as pigs, chickens, fish, biscuits, wine, etc.

Due to family difficulties, pig heads and pig tails were used instead of the whole pig.

There is a unique Taoist temple next to Zhaojiazhuang, which is the Chunyang Cave in Chunyang Mountain next to it. Legend has it that Lu Dongbin has practiced here.

On the way to Chunyang Mountain, green wheat seedlings and yellow rape flowers intersect each other on both sides, and happy bees keep dancing among the rape flowers.

Suddenly, the "chiji" sound came from far and near, and it turned out that several swallows were passing by Zhao Ping and the others' heads.

The sound of the flute of the shepherd boy came slowly, children were mowing grass and looking for vegetables in the fields, farmers were waving their hoes and digging the fields, ephedra ducks were chasing in the fields, big white goose held their heads and chests slowly walking on the road, and chickens were looking for food in the bamboo forest.

This scene made Zhao Ping think of Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Friends' Village" and Wang Wei's "The Family of Weichuan" which is indeed a paradise.

Zhao Ping's eyes passed through the stone path of Cuizhu, but saw the bamboo tips hidden, a small arch bridge appeared and disappeared from time to time. The arch bridge separated the bamboo forest and the pine forest, and divided it into two branches here, one continued to extend into the distance, and the other pointed directly at Chunyang Cave.

The breeze blows, the bamboo shoots dance lightly, and the arch bridge is faintly revealed.

There is a small waterfall next to Chunyang Cave. Even though the weather is dry now, a small amount of water splashes down, winding along the mountain through the small bridge, and flowing through the fields to the Lijia River through the streams.

Zhao Ping also saw several white cranes circling by and then staying next to the waterfall, making him look even more fairy-like.

About the three big characters "Chuyang Cave" of Ren Gao, Zhao Ping can also be seen vaguely under the rising sun, under the golden light shining for a mile.

On the way, Zhao Ping also saw many good men and women passing by and worshiping Chunyang Cave and burning incense to Chunyang Cave in groups.

Zhao Ping couldn't help but sigh in his heart that there was such a lively scene here, and it was indescribable to express the poetic and picturesque meaning, which made people feel relaxed and happy.

While Zhao Ping was looking at the scenery in his eyes, he felt how to fulfill the lie of his fictional immortal in Chunyang Cave.

Amid Zhao Ping's uneasy and worrying, they had already arrived at the foot of the mountain without realizing it.

Among dozens of people, some teenagers looked at the sick Zhao Ping with a sneer, and a sneer appeared in their eyes.

A very strong boy looked at the stairs, looked at Zhao Ping again, and asked contemptuously, "The sick are here to take the exam? I don't know if I can climb up?"

From the foot of the mountain to Chunyang Cave, the paths are all stone steps, the slope is very steep, and the stone steps are 9981 steps in total!

This is difficult for normal people, not to mention Zhao Ping, a sick man.

After a quarter of an hour of rest, Zhao Ping, who had no way out, gritted his teeth and gently opened the wood door with a "squeak". He resolutely embarked on the road of worshiping gods regardless of the ridicule of others.

Less than halfway through, sweat from Zhao Ping's forehead emerged like rain, covering his eyes, and his eyes were hazy.

He really wanted to stop climbing the stairs and really wanted to sit down and rest, but in the end he still bit his lips with his teeth and continued to climb the stairs.

My mother had been on the same level as Zhao Ping. Although she was panting, she kept wiping Zhao Ping with a sweat towel, and she had no intention of persuading him to rest. She just said some words of encouragement.

Later, Zhao Ping felt that his steps were as heavy as a stone, and it was difficult to lift each step, but he kept saying words of encouragement to himself in his heart, gritting his teeth and continuing to climb.

Finally arrived at Chunyang Cave, Zhao Ping had to breathe heavily and sit down to rest.

When Zhao Ping saw that there was a large platform on this cave, there were more than a dozen Eight Immortals tables and chairs and stools in one corner, and many believers had already rested here.

There are more than twenty cave halls on this floor.

The Sanqing Palace is naturally in the middle.

On the left side of the Sanqing Hall is the Lingxiao Hall where the Jade Emperor and Queen Mother and his ministers are located, on the right side is the immortal palace such as Chang'e, Erlang Shenyang, and the fairy gods of the spring and snow, and on the left side of the Lingxiao Hall is the Earth Immortal Palace, which are closely related to ordinary people, the land father-in-law, the Kitchen God, and the down-to-earth god of wealth.

Sure enough, it is worthy of being the Chunyang Cave. The Chunyang Son of this medicine god, Lu Dongbin, has a larger Chunyang Temple on the right side of Lingxiao Temple.

Under the leadership of his mother, Zhao Ping also wiped it clean, tidied his clothes, and brought the incense, candles and paper money to worship the gods from all walks of life.

When Zhao Ping finally came to the statue of Lu Dongbin, a fairy-style Taoist guru Chunyangzi, he found that there were dozens of people surrounding him, most of whom were under fourteen years old, looking ahead and thinking hard.

When they saw Zhao Ping, they were all stunned. They didn't expect that the sick-like child could walk up!

After all, it was normal for them to walk up, and they were exhausted, panting and sweating profusely.

They thought Zhao Ping was carried up, but when they saw that there was no sedan chair or a carriage (sliding rod)!

Obviously, Zhao Ping relied entirely on his ability to climb and walk up.

Zhao Ping even saw Wangjia Village's prodigy Wang Ziyi.

When Wang Ziyi saw Zhao Ping, she was a little surprised, and finally thought of Zhao Ping's performance a few days ago, and understood it in her heart.

He nodded slightly to Zhao Ping and made a gesture of inviting him. As expected, he was from a great family and had a good temperament.

But when the young man who was ridiculing at the foot of the mountain saw Zhao Ping coming, his sarcasm smile became even stronger.

These teenagers saw a sick boy who came in to explain the verse, and their faces showed a look of dumbfoundedness.

The sarcastic young man even asked: "Sick, no one has ever been able to answer this verse in three hundred years. Do you want to try it too?"

Zhao Ping smiled bitterly in his heart. There was no way to answer, otherwise how could he get a job with his mother.

Those young men came to interpret the verse when they saw that they looked ugly and were curious to get out of a channel.

Zhao Ping found that the yellowed hemp paper on the right side of the statue was written with four sixteen lines of dragon flying and phoenix dancing, which looked like a poem but not a poem:

"Tai Chi gives birth to two qualities, and two qualities give birth to four qualities. When will the Tao be born? When will the Tao be born?"

There is also a desk and stool next to it, with pen, ink, ink, and paper on the desk, which is obviously the meaning of preparation for those who understand the verses.

Zhao Ping thought to himself, it seems that in order to fulfill a lie, do you have to tell more lies?

However, the immediate assessment must be solved, otherwise the matter of saying that you are a disciple of a god must be exposed to your mother.

Zhao Ping was chanting, his eyes kept staring at the verse, and suddenly he didn't move.

Seeing Zhao Ping's obsessive state, his mother did not dare to wake him up, so she had to find the butler Wu Jie.

Wu Jie took a few steps and said, "Didn't Xiao Langjun say he met a god? Maybe this is an opportunity for luck."

As expected, it is not easy to be a disciple of a god. Even the housekeeper of his family is also guessing about this aspect!

It’s okay to have physical strength assessment, but I didn’t expect intellectual strength assessment!

And it’s a difficult question that no one has answered for hundreds of years!

Zhao Ping thought about another incense stick and finally came to the desk to sit down.

Suddenly, they all stretched their necks and dozens of pairs of eyes shot towards Zhao Ping together, and they didn't seem to believe that this sick man could solve it.

Zhao Ping slowly grind the ink while thinking.

After a stick of incense, Zhao Ping began to write slowly under the gaze of dozens of pairs of eyes.
Chapter completed!