The autumn droops drool in the yard chew the grass, turning their lips and revealing their red mouth and white teeth.

In the pane of the guest house, the listening-talk stone inkstone delivered by Li Sijian was placed on the table. In the things given by painters from the old pen club, Li Chan only loved this inkstone. He pinched a piece of pine smoke ink with three fingers and rubbed it.

There is no need to add water to the bottom of the inkstone, and a shallow layer of ink is filled with.

He placed a book of the folded scriptures on his left hand, and did not put a garment on the book, only wrote the four words "Lin Gong Jiyou" from top to bottom on the top. The book was full of small characters on the fly heads, recording his departure from the mysterious place.

He has been traveling east to the east since he saw it. He put the ink blocks into the box, displayed the book, and pressed the corners with a candlestick as paperweight. He picked up the pen and dipped it in ink, and put it on the second vertical line behind the small characters on the fly head, wrote down the two characters Qizhou, and then

Write down Zheng Langjun's name.

It also wrote: "There is Yanwu Mountain in the south of Qizhou, and Baitou Village at the foot of the mountain. The ancient trees are scattered. In the autumn of the 23rd year of Lingong, a great disaster occurred and all the villagers died. Zheng Langjun was the son of Zheng Junshan, who knew the numbers of the three talents and six Jias.

When Tongmingtang Yukui was in charge of the matter, he sought magical powers in Yujing. When he heard the disaster, he went to Baque to collect grain, returned to Qingling County, and died of illness here."

After writing about Zheng Langjun, he started another vertical line and wrote down the three words "Crave Qiansui".

It also wrote: "Little miles west of Qingling County, there is a Jiang family charity village, a school office, a ancestral hall, and a family field. Due to the plague, it was abandoned. The county people sent coffins and dead bodies here. Some bandits caught people and ate them. Some old ones

Wu, the cannibalism becomes a monster after a thousand years of death.”

Immediately afterwards, Li Chan began to write about the "Ghost Lord Changping".

Xu Da pressed the candlestick and saw that Li Chan finally wrote this, shouting: "Alang must write us more majestic, don't lose the name of our Snow Lion Lord!"

Li Chan glanced at it, "I can't hide your name if I write it in."

Xu Da sighed: "The dignified Snow Lion Lord, who is doing the chivalrous thing, but he wants to hide his head and tail. It's a pity, it's a pity!"

Li Chan smiled and said, "It's okay if you don't want to hide your head and tail. Since I have already planted the Tao, you will not be a demon cat in the future, and you can regard yourself as a spirit cat."

The white cat jumped five feet high and landed onto the beam of the house. Its tail shook and its eyes were shiny. "Really?"

Li Chan said: "But don't speak easily, it's shocking others."

"Okay!" Xu Da jumped off the beam of the room, paced back and forth, and said excitedly: "We finally waited for this day. From now on, the tiger roared the mountain forest, and the big roc spread its wings! Ten thousand people praised the Snow Lion Lord! OK, OK

!”

Ignoring Xu Da's imagination, Li Chan continued to write.

The little demon who was slapped the cat fart was also hidden in the scroll. Xu Da paved back and forth for a while, no one paid attention to it, and gradually calmed down. He squatted beside the paper and watched Li Chan write, and asked, "Alang wants to make this book."

Go out?"

Li Chan nodded.

Xu Da said: "Alang wants to write books and educate the world!"

Li Chan smiled and said, "What are you talking about nonsense? Just just a brief description."

He continued to write, wrote a few words, and stopped writing and said, "I remember six years ago, I passed by a place called Fuyang outside the pass. There were poor mountains and bad waters. Although there were people, it was considered as living until the age of thirty.

Longevity. The Fuyang people are not afraid of death. In the eyes of Fuyang people, if they lose their anger, they cannot be considered dead. As long as someone still remembers his name, voice, and appearance, he will still be alive."

After saying this, he continued to write about the Ghost Lord of Changping, while saying, "In this chaotic world, many people died unknown. I wrote them down and according to Fu Yang people, they are

The book is alive.”

The sound of red medicine came from the scroll hanging on the wall: "Alang doesn't have to write about the deceased, so he might as well write down his previous experiences."

Li Chan understood Hong Yao’s thoughts as soon as he heard this, and smiled and said, “Okay, I will write down the matter of Goddess Bridge in the future.” He paused and added, “All things outside the pass are also written.”

A faint but noisy cheer came from the scroll.

Li Chan hesitated and wrote. If he wrote about the strange things about Dayong abroad, even if Lin Gong Jiyou was not able to think about it for the time being, he would continue to write. After writing about the affairs of the Ghost Lord of Changping, he would write the book.

With the ink drying, he began to pick up his luggage. He inserted the hangxin sword into the left side of the bookcase, followed by the painted scroll, an umbrella of oil cloth, brand new pizza shoes and books.

Xu Da asked, "We'll leave now and leave without having a meal?"

"Zheng Mingfu just experienced the pain of losing his son, and Qingling County still has many things to deal with. Although the grain is in the warehouse, those big families can't easily settle it, so I won't cause more trouble."

He put away the book of drying ink and put on his back to the bookcase. Li Chan left the guest room, and a green-robed scholar walked into the yard at this time.

Although Li Chan pretended to be the Ghost Lord of Changping and surrounded Qingling County, he had never seen the Ming Mansion. However, Zheng Langjun he had met was three-point similar to this green-robed scholar.

Zheng Junshan walked into the yard. This man who was calm even when arrested and questioned by the patrolman, finally showed fatigue on his face. He saw the young man in front of him. The young man looked handsome, his eyes were as bright as a varnish, and his age looked

He is no more than two years older than his only son.

Seeing the young man carrying a bookcase again, Zheng Junshan was slightly stunned, "Is Li Lang leaving?"

Li Chan took the reins of the black donkey and said, "I'm about to say goodbye to Zheng Jun."

"I left so quickly, but the hospitality in the mansion was not good enough? I have not thanked Li Lang for sending his sword..."

"It's just a matter of raising hands, Zheng Jun doesn't have to take it seriously." Li Chan said, "Now that Zheng Ming's mansion is full of trouble, I won't disturb you anymore. Before Xiaoxue, I had to rush to Yujing. Now that time is approaching, but

There is no room for staying.”

The examination schools in Qianyuan Academy are often held in February and March every year, while the registration for students is hosted by the Ministry of Rites, Chongxuan and Xuanchan, and completed in the autumn of the previous year.

As a practitioner, Zheng Junshan could sense the ups and downs of the heaven and earth energy around the body of "Li Dan" in front of him, and his breathing behavior were faintly consistent. He asked, "Li Lang wants to take the Qianyuan Academy?"

Li Chan nodded.

If Zheng Langjun is still here, he should have gone to Yujing this autumn. Zheng Junshan looked at the bookcase behind Li Chan, opened his mouth, but did not say anything to keep him.

"Then I'll send Li Lang a journey."

...

Zheng Junshan sent Li Chan to the west of Qingling County, beside the water station on the Jing River, with sparse shadows slanted and the autumn water was clear.

The postman in this water post knows the hundreds of miles of water nearby, and even with his eyes closed, he can easily open up the chaotic reefs under the water.

When the postman untied the cable, Zheng Junshan faced the dusk and looked at the water surface, he suddenly asked, "Can Li Lang understand the art of seclusion?"

Li Chan, who was carrying a bookcase, looked at Zheng Junshan sideways, "Why did you say this?"

"Langjun died two months ago." Zheng Junshan and Li Chan looked at each other, "Li Lang passed by Baitou Village a few days ago. If he had not learned the art of seclusion, how could he know so clearly about Langjun's life?

”

"I don't know how to master the secret art." Li Chan shook his head and looked at the oar worker at the bow of the boat, "but it's not much."

Zheng Junshan said suddenly: "Are you the Ghost Lord of Changping?"

Li Chan raised her eyebrows, "How could she think of me?"

"You are the only practitioner in Qingling County except me." Zheng Junshan looked at Li Chan, "I heard from my servant that you were not in the guest room on the night the ghost soldiers crossed."

Li Chan smiled, "No matter who the Ghost Lord of Changping is, he has never done any evil, so why bother with his identity?"

The oar worker called out at the bow of the boat.

Zheng Junshan looked surprised after hearing Li Chan's words, but stopped asking questions, but just sent Li Chan to the side of the boat, "I have a close relationship with Ying Qiu, but unfortunately I have no time to get out recently, so I just met Li Lang in a hurry.

I want to part. I will come to Beijing the next day and I will meet again and drink, but I don’t know how to find you?"

Li Chan said: "If Mr. Zheng wants to find me, he will be the envoy of the Godzhashi Jingji Youjin."

"Entertainment of the capital?" Zheng Junshan looked at Li Chan and Chen Haochu, who was also the right ban of Shenzhasi, showed a sudden look.

Li Chan walked to the side of the boat and stopped. As autumn came, there were few waves in the Jing River and the tides on the shore were faint. He looked back at Zheng Junshan, the Grand Secretary of the Qianyuan Academy, and in just over a month, he experienced it.

After all the setbacks, even his only descendant died in a wild village without any clarity. Both the Grand Secretary of the Qianyuan Academy, Xu Yingqiu was much more carefree than the Zheng Mingfu.

When he went to Yujing, Li Chan also added an important position. Zheng Junshan's situation made people hesitate. He couldn't help asking: "Have Zheng Jun ever thought about leaving the temple?"

Zheng Junshan said: "I have thought about it many times."

"Then why not leave?"

Zheng Junshan looked at Jinghe, "Look, although the autumn water is clear, the autumn is the season of bleakness, and the plants and trees wither. Once spring comes, the spring tide is turbid, but everything can come to life. Although I love autumn water more, I want

Be a person who excites the bad and promotes the good.”

"So that's it." Li Chan smiled and said goodbye to Zheng Junshan.

The clouds in the sky are like fire. When the long pole is supported, the wooden boat will go farther along the river in the direction of sunset.
Chapter completed!