Yan Zhuo then spoke to Dong Hua Fu in his heart: "What if Chen Ping'an is here?"

Dong Huafu thought for a while and said: "The key to flattery is sincerity. Mr. Bai's poems, Liu Qi's lyrics, Cao Zu's paintings, Su Zi's pen and ink, and the seal of the old connoisseur, none of them can escape

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Yang's Pharmacy.

Li Liu left Mrs. Qingzhong in Lushuikeng at sea and asked the Ascension Realm Great Demon to continue to take care of the sea bridge connecting the two continents. Li Liu returned to his hometown alone and found Old Man Yang.

The old man was smoking a long cigarette, his brows were furrowed, and his old face was full of wrinkles. It seemed that there were too many stories hidden in it, and he had never planned to tell anyone.

The clouds and mist are shrouding the entire shop, and even Cui Zhang can't peek into this place now.

Li Liu asked: "Has Mrs. Gui been here?"

Old Man Yang nodded.

Mrs. Gui in Old Dragon City was an old friend of the Moon Palace in the past. She was not the same as the reincarnation of those gods. As the purest Yuegong species, after living in the world, due to the intercession of the sage in her early years, despite her special status, she still

She was not in a similar situation as those ancient gods in Zhenwu Mountain, and was not detained by the ancestral court of the Central-Turk military family. Therefore, for thousands of years, Mrs. Gui has actually been watching the ups and downs of the world with a cold eye. The good or bad of the world has nothing to do with her. It's just that the above

Mrs. Ci Gui visited this place, and she was accompanied by an old Zhouzi, the unnamed disciple of Lu Chen. It seems that in the land of Dali Gyeonggi, she met a scholar in green shirt named Bai Mang, and he was inexplicably beaten.

After a beating, Lao Zhouzi probably recognized the real identity of the other party. He cursed a lot and was not afraid at all. Anyway, if you have the ability, beat me to death. Moreover, Lao Zhouzi still abides by the old rules that were once famous all over the world.

If I use my words but not my hands, I will lose if I use my hands.

Li Liu asked again: "Where is she?"

Old Man Yang said: "Ruan Xiu is different from you. It doesn't matter whether she comes or not."

Li Liu changed the subject, "You seem to have never walked out of here. Why don't you make an exception for Li Huai? At least we can meet you one last time."

His younger brother Li Huai and his mother Li Liu are both ordinary people, but the latter gives the old man a headache, while the former is pampered by Old Man Yang. Therefore, Old Man Yang is like a coffin board that Li Huai jokes about some illusory good fortune.

The old man was thrown into the trap of Li Huai, a bastard. The old man was like a twilight old man who knew that his time had come. He regarded Li Huai as a junior in his family. In addition, Li Er, Zheng Dafeng, and the newly recruited direct disciple Su

Shop, Shiling Mountain, even if you add the previous group of disciples, such as the ancestors of the Cao and Yuan families who became the ministers of Da Li Zhongxing, even Ruan Xiu, Li Liu, and Ma Kuxuan, they all have nothing to do with Li Huai

Debi. Precisely because Li Huai was not in the game, Old Man Yang gave opportunities and blessings, and gave him a little burden. Since some people have good lives, some people will have bad lives. This has been true since ancient times, and it will still be true for thousands of years in future generations.

Old Man Yang shook his head and said, "If there is much to say, what needs to be said has already been said."

Although he said this, Li Liu clearly felt the sadness of the old man. It seemed that the most ordinary old man in a small family would regret not being able to see his grandson's future with his own eyes. It's just that the old man's airs were there.

, it’s hard to say much.

Li Liu sat on a bench outside the door of the wing, spending as much time as possible with the old man.

Old Man Yang smiled and said, "I finally have some human touch."

Li Liu intertwined the fingers of his hands and looked up at the sky.

On the ancestral mountain of the Longquan Sword Sect, the sect leader Ruan Qiong cooked a large table of meals with his own hands today. His daughter Ruan Xiu, disciples Dong Gu, Xu Xiaoqiao, Xie Ling, and Liu Xianyang were all there.

Since the sect established the Shantou Cave House on the old mountain, there have been few opportunities to meet and gather together like this.

While Liu Xianyang was serving dishes to Master Ruan diligently, he turned to Ruan Xiu and said with a smile: "Miss Xiuxiu, food is your first priority."

Ruan Xiu smiled slightly and took down her chopsticks slowly.

Dong Gu and the others actually admired Liu Xianyang, the "junior brother" in the Shanshui Genealogy. He dared to say anything and do anything to his master. Even Liu Xianyang dared to open fire on the woman selling wine in the small town.

Master Ruan Qiong's joke was that if it were Dong Gu and Xu Xiaoqiao, even ten of them would not dare to make such a mistake. In fact, according to the order of entry into the master, Liu Xianyang, who was temporarily loaned by the Chen family of Nanbosuzhou in the early years,

It should be their senior brother. But the lazy Liu Xianyang really doesn't mind this, so they can't say anything more.

Liu Xianyang was guarding the blacksmith shop outside the mountain alone. He had a lot of free time. Apart from sitting on a bamboo chair under the eaves and taking a nap, he often squatted by the Longxu River, carrying a big bag of leaves, and threw them into the water one by one to look at the leaves.

Ye Xiaozhou drifted away with the water. He would often be alone on the shore. He would first throw a powerful punch, then shout a few times, stamp his feet vigorously, say a few words, and make a sound of thunder from the soles of his feet, and the rain would fly across the river.

Come or something like that, pretending to hold the sword secret with one hand, holding the wrist with the other hand, reciting a few words in a serious and urgent voice like a law, stand up the leaves floating on the water one by one, and pull a few words like a leaf flying to the waves.

The old book has acid writing on it.

After eating on the mountain, Liu Xianyang burped all the way and walked down the mountain. By the time he returned to the shop by the river, it was already dark. When passing by the small town, he heard the sound of the clock. There were five shifts in the night, and what Liu Xianyang heard was the first watch of Xu hour.

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Watchmen keep watch at night to remind the world that work begins at sunrise and rest at sunset. In fact, in the small town of Lizhudongtian in the past, this was not the case.

As a result, I saw a friend, sitting on a bamboo chair and drinking. He was the kiln supervisor. Cao Gengxin, who was born in Chier Street in Lijing City, was the oldest official among Liu Xianyang's friends.

Liu Xianyang trotted over. Cao Duzao bent down and picked up a wine bottle at his feet, which was originally meant for Liu Xianyang. He gently threw it away and said with a smile: "If you show up a quarter of an hour later, I will

Let’s leave without saying goodbye.”

Liu Xianyang took the drink, sat aside, and said with a smile: "Promoted?"

Cao Gengxin nodded, rubbed his cheeks hard, and said helplessly: "Well, let's be neighbors with the person named Yuan. I get upset when I think of that door god's face, which has been full of joy and sorrow since he was a child, and doesn't move at all."

Over the years, Cao Duzao has always been Cao Duzao. The guy who changed from Yuan County Magistrate to Yuan County Sheriff was promoted last year and left the officialdom of Longzhou to go to the Liubu Yamen of Dali Capital to serve as the right minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs.

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Many large dynasties often set up a companion capital. The rank of the companion capital yamen is at most lowered by one rank, and even the official status is the same as that of the capital. It is mostly a place where the elderly nobles retire, and they are sent out of the capital as "accompanying the capital".

If he goes to serve in the capital, holds an honorary title, or is demoted to another official in the capital, the imperial court tries its best to save his face.

However, the Dali Dynasty was of course different from this. Whether it was the geographical location of the capital or the deployment of officials, it showed that the Dali Song family relied heavily on this capital.

Among the six yamen that accompany the capital, except for the chancellor, who still chooses a steady old man, the rest of the ministers are all young and strong officials like Yuan Zhengding.

Moreover, the various departments of the accompanying capital have great authority, especially the Minister of War of the accompanying capital, who is directly held by the Minister of the Capital of Li Dynasty. It is not even expected by the officials in the temple to leave this position to a new patrol envoy general.

It is said that the Ministry of War reported that the power of selection had actually been moved from the capital of Dali to the south to the capital. The first Imperial Academy in the history of the capital to offer wine was held by the headmaster of Linlu Academy built on Piyun Mountain in Beiyue.

Cao Gengxin said from his heart: "There are some new insights about the natal porcelain of you and your friends."

Liu Xianyang nodded and took a sip of wine, "I owe you a favor."

Over at the New Year's Eve shop in Qilong Lane, Shi Rou hummed a fragment of a ballad passed down from the ancient Shu Kingdom.

The white clouds are in the sky, the hills are rising, the roads are long, and the mountains and rivers are far away. The general will not die and will come back again.

Now there is a little helper in the shop. He can talk but doesn't like to talk. He is like a little mute. When there are no customers, the child likes to sit on the doorstep alone in a daze. Shirou likes it instead, and she never disturbs him.

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In addition to practicing boxing and walking on a regular basis every day, the child seems to be learning half of the master's Pei Qian. He also needs to copy books. However, the child is stubborn and will never throw more punches or take more steps. He will never write more when copying books.

One word, it was just perfunctory. After Pei Qian came back, he could use fist stakes and paper to exchange for money. As for the papers for copying books, the child nicknamed Ah Man threw them into a bamboo basket every day and filled the bamboo basket.

After that, they all moved to the big basket in the corner. When Shi Rou was cleaning the room, she bent down and glanced at the bamboo basket. The earthworms were crawling and twisting, and her writing was far worse than that of Pei Qian when she was a child.

Shi Rou likes such a peaceful and peaceful life. In the past, when she looked at the shop alone, she would occasionally feel that it was too deserted. Now that she has a little Ah Ma, it is just right. The shop has become more popular, but it is still quiet.

Nowadays, the town is becoming more and more prosperous with merchants. Shi Rou likes to buy some literati's writings and novels about ghosts and ghosts to pass the time. Stacks of them are neatly placed on the counter. Occasionally, little Ah Man will flip through a few pages.

Business in the shop was normal today. Shi Rou and Ah Man were each reading a book together. The child stood on the small bench and had to stand on tiptoes.

The child suddenly moved the scholar's note a few inches sideways and put his hand against the page. Shi Rou turned around and saw a sentence from the previous sage in the book.

At the beginning of man, the world is connected, and man is connected above. Once he goes to heaven, and at night he goes to heaven, and heaven and man have words at dawn and at night.

Shi Rou smiled, but she noticed something was wrong. Of course she knew what she looked like now. Shi Rou quickly calmed down her expression and explained softly to her child: "Those immortal masters who went to the mountains to practice immortality,

We all believe that a long time ago, heaven and earth were connected, and gods and humans lived together. How can I put it... To use an analogy, it is similar to how we go from door to door in the market today, except that some doors have high thresholds, such as Fulu Street and Tao Street in small towns.

Ye Xiang is not accessible to ordinary people, and no one will answer the door. However, in Qilong Xiang here, the threshold is naturally not high. However, the where and what of those roads that connect heaven and man are all told in books.

It's very mysterious, some say it's an ascension platform, some say it's a big tree, some say it's a mountain, but I can't be sure."

The child nodded, probably understanding.

Longquan Jianzong Mountain.
Chapter completed!