Spring Mountain Academy.
The old scholar has traveled across continents and returned to the Chinese Confucian Temple.
If I don't go back, I guess the Confucian Temple will have to come and block the door and curse in the streets.
Before leaving, the old scholar had a few words with the young Taoist priest.
Xianwei felt sad because this was Master Cao Xian's husband. It was nice that the old gentleman had kind facial features and kind eyes, but the problem was that he seemed to be almost as poor as himself.
Xiao Mo and Chen Ping'an walked side by side in front and said: "His Majesty, the emperor, could still pretend to be calm at the wine table, but when he left, after getting into the carriage, his heart strings became violently fluctuating. It seems that
The young master brought him a lot of pressure."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "I just chatted casually. Smart people like to think more about things, whether they are good or bad."
For example, I asked His Majesty the Emperor before whether scholars should discuss matters when discussing government affairs, and whether monks should consult their hearts when they act.
Now that there is no national teacher Cui Chun, the nobles of the Song family who were born in Weixiang, Huaxian County in the Dali Dynasty, led by the Zongren Mansion, are the most energetic people jumping around the edge of the temple. Your Majesty, do you want to care about it or not?
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The Dali Dynasty once erected a country's laws and regulations on the Monument Mountain, with the capital and half of the mountains and rivers of the continent south of Dadu. In the past, the Dali vassals, in accordance with the agreement, relied on their respective military exploits to regain their kingdoms, so some countries began to demolish the territory.
Regarding the stone tablets on the mountains, the Dali court abided by the rules and never interfered in other people's housework. Instead, they asked officials from Honglu Temple in the capital or the Ministry of Rites to accompany them to give them some advice.
Another example is that there are many officials in the capital currently suggesting that the capital be moved to Da Li. What do you think, Your Majesty?
In fact, many issues are not complicated. For example, the Great Li Dynasty is not the suzerain state anymore, so why should it care about the removal of monuments from other countries?
It's just that Chen Pingan deliberately started with a "little thing", so that Emperor Song He would overthink everything later.
Furthermore, His Majesty the Emperor was too eager to use Chen Ping'an to serve as the Imperial Counselor of Dali once and for all.
Zhongtu Confucian Temple, Yizhou Mountain, the capital of Dali, the feudal lord Song Mu, Beiju Luzhou in the north, Tongyezhou in the south...
Again, I thought too simply.
Let’s return to the capital together.
Chen Ping'an sent three letters, and one Feijian sent a letter to his home in Luolu Mountain, informing them that he was about to return to his hometown.
I also sent it to Taihui Sword Sect Liu Jinglong, saying that the next sect is about to be established, and that I must attend the celebration. The specific time is to be determined, but when I cross the continent and go south, remember to stop here in the capital of Dali to give guidance to Han Zhoujin's formation.
Law.
This female formation master whose hometown is Qingtan Blessed Land, her life background and connections on the mountain are by no means simple.
Among the cultivators of the Earthly Branches, Chen Ping'an was actually the two who he was most optimistic about, namely her and Ge Ling, not even Yuan Huajing and Song Xu, the two sword cultivators who had great hope of reaching the upper five realms.
Rely on intuition.
Also, last time when they were drinking in Changpu River, Guan Yiran used the matter of the Inkstone Office to stir up conversation, so Chen Ping'an had to remind Dong Shuijing to be careful of some envious young men from aristocratic families in the capital.
Dong Shuijing's business methods can be called various, including Baoshantou, where he quietly monopolizes flowers, jade, wood and even spring water, and then spends money to ask various mountain newspapers to help spread the name, and then distributes it to
There are several or a dozen buyers, but Dong Shuijing himself often does not participate in the direct sale. Cao Gengxin, Yuan Zhengding, Fu Yu, Wu Yuan... all the rich and powerful children who have served as officials in Longzhou have a share.
Let’s not talk about the sects in the mountains, just the Sun family and the Fan family in Old Dragon City in the south. Anyway, as long as the friends introduced by Chen Ping’an, they all seem to have become Dong Shuijing’s friends.
In Dong Shuijing's words, I am just a serious business person who only makes money from rich people.
There are probably only a few private ferries and Xianjia ferries that are listed in other people's names but actually belong to Dong Shuijing.
Dong Bancheng?
It’s almost Dong Banzhou.
It is hard to imagine that this poor young man from Lizhu Dongtian, who dropped out of school in the past, started his business by selling wontons and glutinous rice wine.
But no matter how rich he is, it doesn't stop Dong Shuijing from being a loser in Lin Shou's eyes...
In the same way, no matter how high Lin Shouyi's cultivation level is now, in Dong Shuijing's eyes, he is just a coward. How useful are you, Lin Shouyi, in studying? Aren't you just a loser who follows you?
At dusk, Zhou Haijing moved a stool and sat in the yard to enjoy the cool air. He held an exquisite fan embroidered with a lady playing with butterflies and shook it gently, making the hair on his temples and the collar of his clothes flutter.
It's very elegant to use the light fan to flutter the fireflies. All ladies are like this.
The two ordinary young men at the door had made up their minds to rely on her, Aunt Zhou. She was a foreigner, but she was also a practicing artist. Wasn't she just a storyteller who had a unique skill and was playing in the world of prostitutes?
A handsome young man named Wan Yan sat at the door with his back to the yard, holding his chin in a daze.
The tall young man sat sideways at the door, laughing, wishing that he had learned a magical method and could become the fan in Aunt Zhou's hand.
Zhou Haijing bent his fingers and pointed at Gaoyou.
Gao You said with a smile: "Sister Zhou, when are you going to find a brother-in-law? Wan Yan and I can help with the wine and collect the money."
Zhou Haijing said lazily: "It is easy to find a priceless treasure, but it is rare to find a lover."
Gao You laughed and said, "Sister Zhou, what do you think of me? Why don't you just marry me? I will definitely support you in the future."
Zhou Haijing glanced at the young man and said, "I think you and Wan Yan should make do with each other. As good brothers, you will suffer a little loss today and he will suffer a little loss tomorrow. No one will suffer a loss anyway."
I'm so fat and exhausted, this Aunt Zhou's words are really damaging.
In fact, these two young men are both poor bastards who have a father but no mother. It is impossible to say that they are decent, but if they are crooked, there is actually nothing bad in their stomachs.
It is normal for young people who are still young and young to see a woman with swollen breasts and slender waist to stop looking at her and want to take a few more glances.
It's just that a boy will be a boy after all. If he really meets the woman he likes, he may be unable to sleep for half the night just by holding hands during the day.
But if a man sees a pretty woman, he has to think about where the bed is.
Just like that tall guy who is fussy the first time they meet, he secretly likes a girl who is his childhood sweetheart, and when they meet on the street, he doesn't dare to talk nonsense, and he is full just by looking at her.
Wan Yan, on the other hand, is more calm. He has a lot of thoughts at a young age. If he was born in a wealthy family and could read a book, he might actually be a promising scholar. It's just that reincarnation is not up to anyone.
Zhou Haijing was absent-minded, listening to the two young men at the door talking about the strange and interesting things that had happened in the capital recently, such as the two Jianghu sects who had a fierce fight on Hulu Street at night, and the nearby medical center in the past two days.
Business was very good, and there were two immortal masters who came out of the deep mountains and forests, and they had a solid battle of skills. Among them was a legendary swordsman, who was very impressive. I heard that the old swordsman that night stood there.
On the street, a loud roar was heard in the sky, causing countless roof tiles to shatter. Leaves fell to the ground. Then he opened his mouth and spat out, and a sword ball came out that kept spinning without falling to the ground. With a swish, it was like a sword ball.
It turned into a golden rope several miles long and dragged another immortal master back to the ground. The storyteller on the other side of Jiaobei Bridge the next day said that if the sword immortal was really based on his seniority,
He also has to count his uncles from the same sect but from a different lineage.
At that time, some good people made trouble and asked Mr. Storyteller how did you become a storyteller. The old man was not surprised. He sighed and looked lonely. Suddenly he was shocked and said that he was indeed a fairy, but it was a pity that he was greedy for credit and rushed in by mistake.
Wrong path, practice is useless.
Despite the crowd of booing spectators, it is said that several ancestral secret books were sold that day.
Of course I want to buy Gaoyou, but I haven't agreed on the price and it's too expensive. The storyteller offered me three taels of silver, saying that it depends on Gaoyou's strong bones. Otherwise, don't say three taels, or even thirty taels. There's no such thing as Gaoyou.
Lard sucks my heart, I think I'm crazy about money, three coins of silver is about the same. It's passed down from ancestors, it only lasts for a day or two, right?
But in his words at this moment, the tall young man still felt a little regretful, feeling that he might have really missed out on a fate with the immortal family.
Zhou Haijing rolled his eyes when he heard this.
Sword Immortal?
The man in green shirt you saw earlier is the real Sword Immortal on the Mountain.
She curled her lips and said, Yu Pu Realm is really scary to death.
If this is a flower-picking thief who takes advantage of sex, what should I do?
After being defeated again and again, the other party claimed to be in charge of the earthly branches for the time being. She was a yellow-flowered girl, so she was not able to control the earth and the earth every day.
Zhou Haijing is certainly not stupid. In the previous chat over drinking water with Chen Ping An, both parties had hidden secrets about many things. This is human nature.
Chen Ping'an hoped that she would take the initiative to find him and make an honest deal between the two parties.
The other party can't be said to be overbearing, and can even be considered very sincere. When it comes to doing business, the buyer clearly has his heart, but if he can endure his greed, he can avoid being forced to raise the price by the seller. In the same business, Chen Ping'an, this
Buyer, how can a buyer force a sale with a seller? Zhou Haijing was actually a little moved at that time. After all, Yu Lao Ping Fu’s status in the world is not low now. Especially in the Battle of the Capital Battlefield, Yu Hong was good at fishing for fame.
She earned a lot of goodwill from people in the mountains and down the mountain, especially when Yu Hong got a first-class amulet from the Great Li Dynasty, which made her feel even more troublesome. She had to take revenge, and everyone in Fushu Hall and several sects had to be killed. At the same time,
You have to live too.
It's just that Zhou Haijing is used to traveling alone in the world, and she really doesn't want to create extraneous problems, dragging her feet, and acting based on other people's glances. This is not her style.
Two hundred and twenty-three lives, one life for another. Zhou Haijing may not take one more life than Yu Hong, but he must not take one less life!
In the dusk, at the corner of the alley, a handsome and strange man walked out.
To be continued...