Chapter 1174 Invincible at the wine table
Green mountains and masters make an appointment as soon as they meet. There are thousands of peaks outside the building, when the pen has not retreated from its tip. White clouds appear in the mirror, before the bright moon sets on the steps. The sun rises over the East China Sea, and it is another day.
A little girl in black, carrying a cotton parcel across her body, holding a green bamboo cane, and carrying a golden pole on her shoulder. Her early morning mountain patrol lessons have come to an end, and she is going out to explore the world!
A few days ago, she made an appointment with the Zuo Guardian of Qilong Lane on the place, date and time. She would meet over there at Huimeng Mountain, and today they were going to Huanghu Mountain together.
Running along a path in the mountains behind Jise Peak, his two short legs ran like wheels.
The wind blows through the mountains and forests, blowing in large pieces, rustling bamboo leaves, and bursting with pine waves, listening to the sounds of nature.
As the days when the good mountain master returns home become longer and longer, the Right Protector becomes more courageous day by day.
Nowadays, not only does he patrol the mountains between Jise Peak and Jiling Peak twice in the morning and evening, Xiao Mili will occasionally take a trip to Huimeng Mountain, and even travel all the way to Huanghu Mountain.
Mainly because I heard from Jingqing that there is a county magistrate Zhima Guan who often goes fishing over there in Huanghu Mountain. His name is Fu Hu. He seems to be the parent official of Pingnan County. He somehow got to know his master.
Xiao Mili didn't feel sorry for Fu Hu's fish catch, but mainly felt that Magistrate Fu was an ordinary man who had never practiced Qi, but there were many strange aquariums in the lake with considerable strength, including the one that weighed more than two hundred kilograms.
There are quite a few herrings. Magistrate Fu, don’t be caught by fishes if you don’t succeed in fishing.
Huanghu Mountain was once the territory under Shuijiaohong, and a water palace was opened at the bottom of the lake. The two Dragon King baskets of Chen Nuanshu and Chen Lingjun were refined into a landscape formation here.
There are several old tea trees on the mountain, plus the spring water from Yuanmu Peak. Every year during the Grain Rain period before Ming Dynasty, the old cook would go up to the mountain to pick tea, and then return to the house to fry and make tea. Xiaomi Li would praise him a few times every time he drank tea. "Okay."
The taste is sweet and refreshing.
At a pavilion on the mountain road north of Huimeng Mountain, Xiao Mili met the Zuo Guardian and wandered toward Huanghu Mountain together.
He took out the pastries he had prepared long ago and gave half of them to Protector Zuo. They were peach blossom cakes and almond cakes from his own New Year's shop in Qilong Lane.
After eating the pastry, Xiao Mili clapped her hands and said with a smile: "Guardian Zuo, do you know that not only the Huanghu Mountain owned by Sister Hongxia, but also the Dharma Protector Formations on many other vassal hills in our family are all paid for by Chief Zhou?
Hey, I have a lot of money."
The native dog nodded.
That Zhou Fei is indeed rich, a local rich man, who spends money without blinking an eye. There can be a few more chief ministers like this, no matter how many they have.
Xiao Mili said in an old-fashioned manner: "That Fu Hu who likes fishing by the lake is the magistrate of Pingnan County, a real official. I heard from Jing Qing that Magistrate Fu used to be the top person in the Dali Capital City News Office.
, coming to Pingnan County to be the county magistrate is an official position, not a promotion, but a reuse. If the two of us really meet this Magistrate Fu, remember to look at my eyes and act, we will both be smarter."
The local dog continued to nod. Chen Lingjun was right, he was just a sesame official, but being able to take charge of a county in Dali Chuzhou has a much better future than working as an idler in Qingshui Yamen like the Jiebao Office. His family must have a background, remember he has a surname
Fu's name seems to be Fu Yu. He was the prefect of Baoxi County and he was a son of a wealthy family in the capital. He first worked as a clerk for Wu Yuan who handled copywriting and accounting books. Is he probably related to Fu Hu?
Xiaomi Li looked down and asked doubtfully: "Does Protector Zuo know this? Could it be that Sister Nuanshu was right when she said it, and you can reshape your body?"
The native dog shook his head quickly.
If Xiao Mili finds out the truth, not to mention Luo Po Mountain, Tongyezhou Qingping Sword Sect may also know about it. In fact, it doesn't matter if everyone knows, but Pei Qian cannot know.
This Guardian of the Left Riding Dragon Alley actually had a name already, Han Lu.
If it hadn't been for Pei Qian, it had a "real name", and it had eaten the elixir as food, it would have been successfully refining it long ago.
When I think of that little Heitan... I can't bear to look back on the past. Even after Pei Qian turned into a girl and before she went to travel to Luzhou in Beiju, she seemed to have deliberately told Xiao Mili that you are colleagues in the officialdom, so don't scheming.
, we must love each other, and when she is not at home, ask the Zuo protector to come to your place from time to time. Don't wander around all the time. The world is dangerous. There are some masters who steal dogs. They are good at catching dogs. They don't use meat buns, just
So with just one bend down, you can wrap a dog in a cotton robe and abduct it. Without anyone noticing, the guardian turned around and ran into someone else's stew pot. We can't eat dog meat... You guys are here at Old Chef
Let's eat together over there. Don't starve. Protector Zuo, except you, remember to remind the old cook to throw a few more bones on the ground together.
If you don't eat, you won't give face. It's easy to be accounted for by millet grains, and then settled by Pei Qian after he returns home. If you eat, your status will be reduced.
Xiaomi Li looked left and right and saw no one around, so he pulled out a satin cloak from his cotton satchel, tied it up, and showed off his crazy sword skills.
As a result, in a pavilion with white walls and black tiles in front, a figure wearing a green shirt and a long coat suddenly walked out, with gentle eyes and a smile, looking at the "smelly" millet grains.
Xiao Mili looked embarrassed, and quickly ran towards the good mountain master who came without saying hello, and said shyly: "It's a bit childish."
This navy blue cloak is just the right size when worn on Xiaomi Li, and it looks like the craftsmanship of an old chef.
"Why are you so childish? It's because you don't understand the point that you feel awkward."
While speaking, Chen Ping'an made a motion of twisting an object with two fingers and flicking his wrist, "All the heroines in the world are like this."
Xiaomi Li followed suit, stretched out his hand to pull up a corner of his cloak, then shook his wrist vigorously, making a clattering sound.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
I see!
Chen Pingan said seriously: "Do you still feel naive now?"
Xiaomi Li grinned and said, "It's so majestic."
Chen Pingan nodded to the native dog, and it immediately understood and went off on its own.
I chatted with Xiao Mili about the current situation of the lower sect, and said that the Qingping Sword Sect has newly established three prefectures, six divisions and eight bureaus, and who will be the official and who will be in charge of what.
Xiaomi Li was confused after hearing this, and frowned with two yellowish eyebrows, remembering to be serious. Is it so good to listen to God?
After Big White Goose became the leader of the sect, things were different. He was so willing to hand out official hats to others.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Sect Leader Cui is teaching me how to do things."
Xiaomi Li blinked her eyes.
Chen Pingan held back his laughter, "You didn't tell Pei Qian about the hero book, did you?"
Xiaomi Li shook her head vigorously, "I made an appointment with Baishou Baijianxian, the master of Pianran Peak of Taihui Sword Sect, so I can't talk about it."
But Xiaomi Li and Pei Qian talked about the little matter of Bai Shou and the good mountain master calling themselves brothers.
At that time, Pei Qian had a dark face and said it was very good and he had written it down.
Xiaomi Li said something from the bottom of her heart, Bai Shou and Hao Ren Shanzhu have a really good relationship. It can be seen that although Bai Jianxian never said it, he actually admired Hao Ren Shanzhu in his heart. Well, the old cook used an analogy and said
Just like a teenager who meets an adult whom he admires from the bottom of his heart, because he is worried that there is nothing to talk about, he likes to say "I can drink!"
Pei Qian's face softened and he nodded, saying that Bai Shou was able to become Liu Jianxian's direct disciple only because of his master's matchmaking. This guy always talks about things that are neither too big nor too small. He never called Master Liu Jianxian before, and every one of them had the surname Liu. There were no rules at all.
No.
Chen Pingan rubbed his chin. Since it wasn't Xiao Mili who tipped off the news, who leaked the news to Pei Qian?
Xiaomi Li scratched her face, but still felt that she had to give a hint to the good mountain master.
"Ha, it's definitely not Jingqing."
Chen Ping'an touched the little girl's head, pretending to be surprised and said: "I see, it seems that I have wronged Jing Qing."
Chen Pingan let Xiaomi Li ride on his neck.
Just like a father pampering his own daughter.
The little girl folded her arms on the head of the Good Man Mountain Master, rested her round chin on the arms, squinted her eyes and smiled, and told the Good Man Mountain Master what interesting things she had seen during the mountain patrol yesterday and the day before yesterday.
, for example, there is a big toad on the road, it walks very slowly. Near the Xuxin Pavilion, a bird whose name cannot be named has built a nest. The pavilion with the longest name is thirty-six steps away.
Damn, those tea slices are almost ready to be eaten. Unfortunately, the kiwi fruit is still small. Someone secretly carved words on a red painted pillar of the Rain Pavilion. Magpies are chirping, often announcing good news on the branches...
"Wow, there are so many new things, it's so interesting."
"That's not so interesting."
Mr. Da spoke to his neighbors and presided over the canonization ceremony of Beiyue Mountain Piyun Mountain. Zhou Guo was responsible for going to Zhongyue Mountain and Zishan Mountain. Minwen and Lihou were responsible for the canonization ceremony of Dongyue Mountain Qishan Mountain and Xiyue Mountain Ganzhou Mountain respectively.
Previously, they only stayed in Luopo Mountain for a short while. Dao Lin quickly followed Wei Bo to the Tiger Mansion to discuss the ceremony process. Among them, Li Hou took the time to visit the Luopo Mountain accounting office. Wei Wenlong was so excited that he could not even speak.
Chen Qingliu and Xin Jian left Luolu Mountain together, planning to visit the Autumn Wind Temple that had no owner yet.
New and old friends were all leaving, and Chen Lingjun was reluctant to leave. Jing Hao, who had two drinks a day these days, pretended to be reluctant.
Gao Geng, Jing Hao's direct disciple, Sword Xiu Bai Deng, and the ghost named Yinlu had already gone down the mountain long before them, and they could be said to be hiding from alcohol and hiding in the open.
He had two drinks a day, and every time he had morning drinks, Chen Lingjun would not bother that stupid girl Nuanshu.
Chen Lingjun went all the way to the mountain gate and made an agreement with Immortal Master Jing Lao that whenever he traveled to Liuxia Continent in the future, he would be the first to visit Qinggong Mountain.
He gave Chen Zhuoliu a package and said that it contained some pastries from the New Year's shop, dried fish from the river, tea from Huanghu Mountain, honey from Xiancao Mountain, etc., which he said could be taken on the road and used as food and drinks.
With the voice of my heart, Chen Zhuoliu, please stop saying a few weird and mean words to the old immortal Jing. They are just too big-hearted and too lazy to argue with you, so don’t bite your nose in it.
Chen Qingliu just slung the gift-laden parcel across his body and left without even saying a word to Chen Lingjun.
To be continued...