On Luolu Mountain, the young mountain owner traveled far away, and the old man on the second floor also traveled far away, so no one lived in the bamboo house anymore.
Chen Lingjun no longer wanders around outside recently, and comes to sit at the stone table by the cliff from time to time.
He knew that he was the most unlikable being on Luolu Mountain. He was not as diligent and intelligent as the literary fire python born in Cao's Zhilan House, and even not as cute as Zhou Mili, a little guy who was stupid and cute. Cen Yuanji was Zhu Lian
The one who brought him up the mountain had good qualifications, and he could endure hardships when practicing boxing. His daily life was busy and fulfilling. Shi Rou was in charge of the business of a shop in the town, and he didn't make much money, but after all, he was helping
Luo Lo Shan makes money and has a good relationship with Pei Qian. When Pei Qian has free time, he will go there to see Shi Rou. He says he is worried about Shi Rou enriching his own pockets, but in fact he is just afraid that Shi Rou will feel neglected by Luo Lo Shan.
He, Chen Lingjun, was the only one who wanted to save face and suffer the consequences. No matter what he did or what he said, he was not pleasing to the eye.
The brother Yujiang Water God became more and more polite to him after three night banquets with the gods. However, this kind of politeness made Chen Lingjun very disappointed. Some flattering words and attentiveness made Chen Lingjun uncomfortable.
He preferred to be at the Water Mansion, drinking from big bowls, eating large pieces of meat, speaking vulgarly, and calling each other names.
But Chen Lingjun is not a fool, he can see many things.
For example, if Senior Cui leaves and goes to the Lotus Root Blessed Land, he will definitely never come back.
But Chen Lingjun couldn't even say goodbye. When the old man in Qingshan left with Pei Qian, he could only sit here in a daze, pretending that he didn't know anything.
Early in the morning, it was supposed to be the time for Pei Qian to go upstairs and eat his fists.
Now the bamboo building is silent.
Chen Lingjun was lying on the table, with a pile of melon seeds snatched from Chen Ruchu in front of him. The warm sun today made him so weak that he couldn't even knock the melon seeds.
I was thinking about whether I should go to the mountain gate and have a fight with Brother Dafeng. Brother Dafeng is still very quack-like, but some of the dirty words are so convoluted that I have to think about it for a long time before I can come up with the meaning.
Chen Lingjun turned to look at the mansions. The old cook was not on the mountain, nor was Pei Qian. Cen Yuanji didn't know how to cook, and he also found it troublesome, so he asked Chen Ruchu to help prepare a meal.
There were a lot of cakes to eat, and Zhou Mili was a little water monster who didn't really need to eat, so there was no smoke on the mountain. There were layers of peach and plum blossoms on the mountain, and fireworks in the clouds.
Chen Lingjun felt that there were fewer people in Luopo Mountain at the moment, and everyone was busy with their own affairs, so the atmosphere of the place was much less human.
Chen Lingjun shifted his gaze again and looked at the second floor of the bamboo building, feeling a little sad.
When the old man was around, he always felt weak. Chen Lingjun felt that he would never be able to withstand the old man's punches in his life. Now that he was gone, his heart felt empty again.
Chen Lingjun sighed heavily and stretched out his hand to twist a melon seed, intending to chew it instead of peeling it to relieve his boredom.
Then Chen Lingjun stiffened his movements, gently put back the melon seeds, moved his buttocks slightly, and quietly moved his head, preparing to turn his face away from the cliff just like that.
Unexpectedly, the old Confucian scholar in blue shirt appeared out of thin air and smiled at him.
Chen Lingjun swallowed, stood up, bowed and bowed, "Chen Lingjun pays homage to the Imperial Master."
Dali Xiuhu, Cui Chan.
He's a powerful guy who can crush him to death with just one finger.
Chen Ping'an is not in Luopo Mountain, the old man is not in Zhulou, Zhu Lian and Wei Bo have gone to Zhongyue territory again, and Chen Lingjun has no backer for the time being!
Cui Chan smiled and said, "Go and do your business."
Chen Lingjun glanced at the bluestone path from Zhulou to the mansion. He felt that it was a bit precarious, so he said goodbye and climbed down the stone cliff. It would be safer to take this path farther away from the Imperial Master.
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Cui Chan remembered the way the little snake in green looked at the bamboo tower earlier and smiled.
Then I made some small calculations and did it casually without disturbing the crowd.
In the mountains to the west of Longquan County, there is a hilltop that is temporarily occupied by people, which seems to be suitable for the genus of dragons to live.
Cui Zhang stood in the corridor on the second floor, quietly waiting for someone to arrive.
A white rainbow came from far away in the sky, with the sound of spring thunder exploding, swift and violent.
I don’t care about any rules Ruan Qiong set.
Cui Zhang shook his head and sighed in his heart. Fortunately, he said hello to Ruan Qiong.
A young man in white clothes with a mole between his eyebrows holds a green bamboo stick made of ordinary material. He is dusty and has a tired face.
Cui Dongshan fell on the open space on the first floor, his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, and said angrily: "You old bastard, you just eat shit every day, why don't you stop grandpa from going to that blessed place?!"
Cui Chan asked back: "So what if I stopped you?"
Cui Dongshan was so angry that his face was livid, "You can't stop me for one day and wait until I get here?! Then get out of here as far away as you can!"
Cui Han looked indifferent.
Cui Dongshan suddenly calmed down and took a deep breath, "Grandpa studied and studied, practiced martial arts, and conducted himself in the world. The only time he gave in was for our bastard grandson who had a lot of tricks in his head! Once he backed down, it was all over.
The eleventh realm of martial arts is gone! Without the eleventh realm, people will die!"
Cui Chan said: "And for your husband and this desolate mountain."
Cui Dongshan stepped back and sat down at the stone table, holding a bamboo stick in both hands, lowering his head and gnashing his teeth.
Perhaps because he couldn't sit still, Cui Dongshan stood up, walked around in circles, and walked away quickly.
Cui Han looked at the anxious guy and said slowly: "You are not as good as me. You can't even think clearly about what grandpa cares about and why he makes such a choice. So what if you come? Is it interesting? Let you go to the Lotus Root Blessed Land.
, what’s the use of finding grandpa? It may be of some use, but it makes grandpa feel uneasy when he leaves.”
Cui Dongshan stopped, his eyes sharp, "Cui Han! Be careful what you say!"
Cui Chen said: "Cui Dongshan, you should be more careful and sensible. If you hadn't re-entered the upper five realms, you Cui Dongshan would be qualified to play at my side."
Cui Dongshan sat down gently, holding the green bamboo stick in his arms, no longer looking at the second floor, and said to himself: "Why did grandpa have to get involved in the dispute between the three and four? Why did grandpa lose his mind and go crazy? It was not our fault.
Is that so? Grandpa is a scholar, and he has always wanted us to be real scholars. What grandpa has learned all his life, and has the foundation of knowledge, is the lineage of Naya Saints. Why do people in the Middle Earth Divine Continent fight angrily for our lineage of Literary Saints?
?Why do we bully our master and destroy our ancestors, and make grandpa even more disappointed?"
Cui Chan slapped his hand on the railing and finally became furious, "Ask me?! Ask heaven and earth, ask your conscience!"
Cui Dongshan's eyes were dull and he clenched his hiking pole with both hands, "I'm a little tired and can't ask anymore questions."
Cui Dongshan remembered that when he was young, he had to be taken by that strict and rigid old man to visit mountains and climb mountains. The long journey made the child miserable.
Once, the old man climbed up the stairs, not caring about the sweaty children behind him, and just walked up the stairs.
The old man seems to be deliberately angry with his grandson. He has already gone far away, but he still wants to recite a poem by a Chinese literary giant loudly, saying that the husband is as strong as a young man, and I want to say that the pen is as long as a long bar!
The child remembered that poem very well. Later, he never thought that when the child grew up, the young man ran away from home in anger and became a disciple of the old scholar. The old scholar inexplicably became a literary saint, and the young man inexplicably became the first disciple of a saint.
, finally had the opportunity to meet the famous Confucian sage in China. However, at that time, the young man, who was more energetic than any of his peers, actually had only one thought in his mind, that is, if he had the opportunity to return to his hometown in the future, he must be with him
Grandpa, tell me about this. He said that the person you admire defeated your grandson in essays and chess, and even lost his beard.
It's just that I have accumulated a lot of words in my stomach. When I can say it, I don't want to say more. When I want to say it, I can't say it anymore.
In the distance, in Longquan County, a morning bell rang, coming from afar.
As soon as the bell rings, the city gates will be opened as usual, and all the people will work. Until the drums stop at dusk, the whole family will be reunited and have a good time.
Yuchun County near the foot of Xinzhongyue Mountain in Dali is a medium-sized county. It was not a prosperous place in the old Zhuying Dynasty. Its cultural and military fortunes were average and its culture was mediocre. It did not touch the great mountain.
The new governor, Wu Yuan, is a foreigner. It is said that he served as a county governor in Dali, which is considered normal. However, smart people in the officialdom all know that Wu Yuan will be demoted. Once
Staying away from the court's sight means losing the possibility of quickly rising to the center of the Great Li Temple. An official who is sent to a vassal country has not been promoted to a higher level. It is obvious that he is a frustrated person who has been benched. It is probably because he has offended someone.
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It's just that no matter how bleak the official career of Commander Wu is, he is a native of Dali after all, and he is young. Therefore, the governor of Liangzhou, where Yuchun County is located, has privately told officials in Yuchun County to treat Wu Yuan with courtesy.
Even if it is against local customs, the three most important measures taken by an official must be tolerated. Fortunately, after Wu Yuan took office, there was almost no movement, and he only ordered things on time. All large and small matters were left to the old yamen to handle, and many of them were handled as usual.
Opportunities to appear in public were given to several senior auxiliary officers in the government office, and the atmosphere was harmonious. However, such a weak temperament inevitably made subordinates feel contemptuous.
On this day, the young prefect was sitting in the yamen as usual, with his desk piled with county annals and Kanyu maps, slowly flipping through them, and occasionally writing something.
Wu Yuan felt something in his heart, raised his head, and saw a familiar face leaning against the door of the official hall. Wu Yuan was in a good mood, laughed, stood up, and bowed: "The tiger has arrived, and you can't wait to greet him from afar."
It was Wei Bo who had removed the blindfold.
Wei Bo crossed the threshold and said with a smile: "Master Wu is a little unloyal. In the previous night banquet, he only sent a congratulatory note."
Wu Yuan smiled calmly and said: "The salary is meager. I spent 10 to 20 to support myself and 50 to 60 to buy books. I have some money left every month. I saved it hard because I fell in love with an ancient inkstone in Yunxing County next door.
It's just a slap in the face, not a fat man, so I thought that the journey was far away and it would be hard for Lord Tiger to come here to investigate. How could I have imagined that Lord Wei Shanjun would be so persistent that he would actually come?"
Wei Bo twisted his wrist, and in his hand came out a Laokeng banana inkstone that was well-known in the old Zhu Ying Dynasty. He placed it gently on the desk, "Master Wu doesn't talk about loyalty, but I, Wei Bo, am very different. I have traveled thousands of miles to visit people to reminisce about the past, and I still haven't forgotten it."
Take a detour to buy gifts.”
To be continued...