(Chapter 2 is updated a bit late, it is a 14,000-word chapter.)
"Yes, yes, of course!"
The little girl quickly put down the golden pole and the green bamboo stick, reached out and grabbed the rope of the small cotton bag on her body, and ran all the way to the table. She was so tall. If I had known better, I would have saved myself two steps.
Xiaomi Li raised his head and asked: "If the guest is just passing by and is thirsty and is in a hurry, there is water on the table. If you are willing to rest for a while, look at the scenery, and drink tea, I will boil a pot of hot water for the guest.
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With a small face, he seems to be expecting customers to tell him not to be in a hurry.
The man smiled and said, "I'm not in a special hurry."
Because before Li Sheng returned to Haoran, he had to stay near Luopo Mountain.
Xiao Mili immediately smiled brightly and said, "Our tea is not famous, but some old Taoist priests who passed by here like my husband said it tastes good. Guests, please wait a moment and sit down. I will boil water and make tea."
Seeing that the guest was still standing, Xiao Mili immediately glanced at the bench and added with a smile, "Don't worry, guest, although it rained heavily not long ago, I wiped it carefully with a rag and my sleeves."
I can’t say that the tables and stools are spotless, they must be fairly clean.
The right protector of Luo Po Mountain goes to wipe it every half an hour. How can it not be clean?
The man smiled and said, "Okay."
The little girl in black returned quickly, stood on tiptoes, moved skillfully and with nimble hands and feet, and handed the guest a cup of hot tea.
The man took the tea cup with both hands and said thank you.
Xiaomi Li scratched her face, smiled shyly, waved her hands gently, said goodbye, returned to sit on the bamboo chair on the other side of the mountain gate, stopped and turned around, and told the guest to call her if anything happened.
The man was drinking tea, in a relaxed mood, and looked very fairy-like.
Seeing the little girl's appraising gaze, the man smiled and raised his tea bowl.
Xiaomi Li smiled, a little embarrassed, quickly turned around and continued to sit upright by herself.
In the distance, there was a child in green clothes who burped from wine. He saw the millet grains sitting on a small stool. There was also a strange man sitting on the other side of the table, dressed like a big white goose.
Chen Lingjun swaggered with his sleeves and shouted from a distance: "Hey, Xiaomi Li, are you here again?"
Xiaomili replied: "Oh, Jingqing has returned to the mountain."
Chen Lingjun asked: "Do you want to help the right protector?"
Xiaomi Li grinned and waved her hand, "Ha, no, no, no."
As he gradually approached the table, Chen Lingjun began to slow down and his sleeves stopped dangling.
I saw that the man seemed to be a scholar. A good scholar is a gentleman, and it is important to be a gentleman who speaks but does not use his hands.
Chen Lingjun stood at the table, just between the guests and the millet grains.
Chen Lingjun bowed and said: "Chen Lingjun of Luolu Mountain, I would like to pay my respects to you sir. I wonder if you are here to visit a friend or just passing by to enjoy the scenery?"
The man smiled and said: "You're welcome, you and my master are good friends."
Chen Lingjun was confused. He had too many friends in the world and didn't know who he was talking about.
Uneasy.
Worried about another young Taoist priest lying on the ground.
The little Taoist priest's own practice is estimated to be relatively lazy and mediocre, and his realm is not high.
But the master who couldn't hold him back was the mastermind of the two gangs in Luzhou, Beiju.
Chen Lingjun continued to ask with a smile: "Sir, you are from Hongzhu Town, right? Have you ever been blocked by a big kid setting up a stall in a pavilion to take your name?"
The man continued to answer the question: "My master is Chen Zhuoliu from Luzhou, Beiju."
Chen Lingjun suddenly realized, damn, Uncle Chen finally met a normal person!
The more I look at him, the more he looks like he is a disciple of that guy Chen Zhuoliu. He is a scholar and has a bookish air.
But Chen Zhuoliu, who is extremely poor, is very good. He must have taken on a disciple who has money in his pocket? He really makes up for what he lacks.
Chen Lingjun coughed a few times, shook his sleeves, and sat on the bench, "Then it depends on the seniority. You don't need to call me Shibo. You can just call me Taoist Fellow Jingqing. Anyway, your master is not here, so we two
Friendship among equals."
I saw the man stopped drinking tea and smiled playfully.
Chen Lingjun took a reassurance that Chen Zhuoliu must have deceived a young man from a rich family at the foot of the mountain. He didn't know that we, the Taoist people in the mountains, always have color. How can we judge our age by our appearance?
Is it because Chen Zhuoliu is so dishonest that he has never mentioned that he is such a good brother to his disciples? Damn it, if he is so dishonest, see how I deal with him next time we meet.
Chen Lingjun suddenly had an idea. He was a little worried again and said tentatively: "Chen Zhuoliu has accepted a good disciple. I think your level is not low, brother?"
Chen Lingjun feels that he is quite good at never making the same mistake.
Zheng Juzhong smiled half-heartedly and said: "Not low, not high. For the time being, I am at the same level as Master."
It’s safe!
Chen Lingjun laughed heartily when he heard this and gave the other party a thumbs up, "Not bad, not bad!"
Zheng Juzhong smiled and said: "The flying dragon is in the sky, and the clouds and rain are Khotan. The old sword has a sharp edge, but its charm is still alive. When the thunderstorm passes, the sound of Khotan roaring secretly on the wall is in harmony with it."
Chen Lingjun listened and kept nodding.
Are you trying to make fun of me?
He is worthy of being Chen Zhuoliu’s disciple.
Chen Lingjun no longer had any doubts.
As for how the other party bypassed Bai Xuan and Zhao Shuxia and sneaked here, there was a big white goose on the mountain and there was a Weishanjun in the north, so nothing could go wrong.
Cui Dongshan stood at the top of the mountain steps, squinting at the guy chatting with Uncle Chen at the mountain gate.
I have to admire Chen Lingjun's boldness and destiny.
In addition to the strange phenomena in the sky, there is actually a small ambush underground in Longzhou, which is extremely hidden.
Once Wen Hai Zhou Zhou succeeds, the consequences will be unimaginable, and all the immortals in the mountain will die in the end.
Fortunately, they were all cleaned up by Zheng Juzhong, as clean as those long benches.
The previous lord of Baidi City was obviously being careful and striving to be foolproof. Before he took action to block the chess piece, he had already turned back time on Luolu Mountain and the top of the feudal mountain.
Only Zheng Juzhong, who is in the mountains, is not caught up in the stream of time, but all his words, actions, and expressions "go backwards" with the flow of time, seamlessly.
Of course Cui Dongshan chose to stand still in the middle of the river.
Zheng Juzhong seemed to be asking about Cui Dongshan on the mountain.
Do you think that the river of time is actually flowing backwards, but we don’t know it?
It seems to be a good proof of this. Even a child can do it. Isn't it enough to just take a slow step forward?
But in fact, once we really dig into this matter, even Cui Dongshan can't guarantee anything. It's almost unsolvable.
Cui Dongshan bowed and said: "Thank you Mr. Zheng for your generous action. There is no way I can repay you for this great kindness."
Zheng Juzhong shook his head.
Acting out of righteousness? Not righteously. Besides, there is no kindness in the world that cannot be repaid. Otherwise, one person is giving charity and the other is ungrateful.
Stop pretending to be a fool here, even if you are only half an embroidered tiger.
Cui Dongshan sighed, since he couldn't be private, he had no choice but to do business.
Cui Dongshan raised two fingers, and then added another finger.
When Baidi City builds a sect in the wild world, Luopo Mountain is willing to help, such as recruiting two or three sword immortals.
Zheng Juzhong seemed too lazy to let Cui Dongshan show off these little clever things, and said bluntly: "I negotiated a deal with your husband at the shop in Qilong Lane earlier. You, a student, don't add any unnecessary extravagance."
Cui Dongshan was a little helpless. In fact, he had doubts about the couplet on the New Year's Eve shop when he saw it for the first time.
Although it was undoubtedly the handwriting of the immortal Jia, the content of the couplet was full of suspense no matter how you read it. Even a fool could tell that something was wrong. So Cui Dongshan couldn't stop laughing at that time, snatched the couplet and ran out of the shop.
, saying that he wanted to show it to Mr. Jia’s senior brother, which frightened the old immortal Jia out of his wits. Fortunately, Cui Dongshan just frightened the old immortal Jia and quickly threw it back to Jia.
Sheng said it was okay to keep hanging on.
In fact, Cui Dongshan had already studied the couplet at that time from the material, text, signature, and seal. It was indeed true that there was no mystery at all. It was just an ordinary couplet, and it was the handwriting of Jia Lao Shenxian.
To be continued...