Hongzhu Town still feels a bit like the New Year in the first month of the year. As an important commercial and trade hub, Dali prefectures and counties have opened many guild halls here. Old faces and new Spring Festival couplets make everyone happy.
The young shopkeeper of a bookstore was lying on a wicker chair and taking a nap at the moment. The affairs of the Water Mansion were left to the subordinate officials to take care of anyway. He followed the example of Chen Shanzhu of Luopo Mountain and became the shopkeeper.
Someone walked across the threshold, smiled and clasped his fists, and said something flattering, "Shopkeeper Li, good luck opening the door. I wish your business will be prosperous and prosperous."
Li Jin saw Chen Ping'an and sat up from the recliner. Both parties knew each other quite well. Li Jin did not make any pretentious greetings and did not get up to greet him. He just returned the favor and said, "Business is indeed going well."
Chen Ping'an was happy that Li Jin didn't take it seriously and felt more at ease. He entered the bookstore and glanced at the bookshelves inside the store. His eyes stopped at one place and asked: "Why is there so little in this set of Twenty-seven Histories and One Hundred Generals?"
Got this?"
In this business of collecting, perfection is required in addition to excellence. If so, the price will not go up. Now there is only one missing volume, the second volume. Li Jin's business experience is still very sophisticated, and logically speaking, he should not engage in this kind of loss-making business.
"I was spotted by an old friend. The shop made an exception and confiscated the money."
Li Jin did not mince his words and gave an explanation. After all, the young hermit official in front of him and the desolate mountain seemed to have finally turned away from the clouds and seen the sun in the middle of the sky. Li Jin had an extremely rare "preaching grace", which was first given by Zhu Lian.
He painted two paintings, and then Chen Pingan personally helped with gold painting and sealing, which was tantamount to helping Li Jin create a "carp jumping over the dragon's gate" out of thin air. This incense love, as the water god of the Chongdan River, Li Jin
It is destined to be impossible to repay in a short while. The water flows slowly, so take your time.
Chen Pingan thought for a while, recalled the contents of the first and third volumes, and instantly understood.
The guest who could make Li Jin make an exception was probably Zhang Ping, the city god of the state. In the past, the land god of the Mantou Mountain Temple, his promotion path in the officialdom of Dali Landscape was a series of leaps and bounds, and he deserved the exceptional promotion.
, who would believe that the current Chuzhou City God "Zhang Ping" does not have some shrouded foundations? Although Wei Bo never revealed the details of the other party, he occasionally chatted with him, and whenever he talked about Zhang Ping, as Beiyue
Wei Bo, the tiger king, can hide his words, but his demeanor is the answer. Luolu Mountain and Zhang Ping's Chenghuang Temple are close neighbors. Of course Chen Pingan was more concerned about it, so he read a lot of anecdotes about the ancient Shu realm, especially the history.
The files of the Shenshui Kingdom, plus the incense man in the Chenghuang Temple in Zhouzhou, and his relationship with Luolu Mountain, Xiaomili often talks about it. It is said that over the years, no matter what the weather, he has ordered the mao on time, and he has been very sincere.
She has taken over the position of the right guardian of Qilong Lane... So Chen Pingan has heard of the boy in red for a long time but has never met him, so when he goes home, Chen Pingan plans to be devoted to this boy.
Let’s talk more about the little guy who wants to be the chief protector of Qilong Lane.
Li Jin smiled and said: "Please Shanzhu Chen see through it without telling you."
Chen Pingan nodded, hesitated for a moment, and said in his heart: "Please tell the shopkeeper back to Zhang Chenghuang that if there is a chance in the future, I will help him ask for a military book with personal annotations from someone, but I will not do this.
Guarantee, I can only say that I will try my best to try my best. If it fails, Zhang Chenghuang should not be too disappointed. The tentative period is a hundred years."
Qingming Tianxia, ​​the watcher of the Sui Chu Palace, was once the young shopkeeper of the Upside Down Stork Inn, and Chen Pingan was indeed familiar with it. If Wu Shuangjiang hadn't leaked the secret on the night boat, he would have never thought of the Sui Chu Palace.
Bailuo, the god of killing who was once one of the worshipers of the Wu Temple, was moved out of the main hall dedicated to the Ten Philosophers of the Wu Temple and downgraded to two verandas only because of "excessive killing and defective achievements."
One of them, in the end, he was only ranked fourth.
Li Jin rarely showed a shocked look, "Is this okay?"
In Zhang Ping's own words, even he was not worthy of leading this man's horse.
Li Jin asked tentatively: "Why don't you add me one more?"
Chen Pingan nodded and said with a smile: "There is no guarantee either."
Li Jin waved his hand and said, "If you have any books you like, take them as you like. Anyway, we have made an exception, so it won't matter from now on."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Don't worry, I'll ask Li Huai to come here to pick out the books later. As promised, you can take whatever you like, but don't regret it."
Li Jin choked for words for a moment. The little bastard with a tough head and a tough brain didn't look like a good scholar at first glance, but he was really lucky. Li Jin had learned this lesson a long time ago.
Chen Pingan reminded: "I really want to help the shopkeeper get that military book, but don't just turn around and leave it in the shop waiting for a price. This kind of thing is not appropriate."
Li Jin smiled and said, "Don't say Shanzhu Chen doesn't agree. As long as Zhang Ping knows about it, he will tear down my bookstore, steal the books, and then break off our relationship with me."
Chen Ping'an raised his hand and gestured, "I have a good memory. All the books in the shop should be sealed now. Brother Li Jin, don't even think about moving the books away overnight, especially don't think about finding a few trustees to pretend
Letting people buy books and then secretly send them to Shuifu is not allowed, it is too immoral."
Li Jin lay on the wicker chair and waved his hand toward the door, "I won't see you off, I won't see you off."
Chen Ping'an didn't move in a hurry and joked: "Hey, why did you issue an eviction order?"
Li Jin began to close his eyes and meditate.
Chen Ping'an looked around, and he had actually seriously thought about becoming a bookstore owner and selling books for a living.
After Chen Ping'an looked away, he smiled and said: "When you have time, go and sit at Luopo Mountain."
Li Jin nodded, "Go if you have time."
Chen Ping'an said angrily: "Do you have time? Is Brother Li Jin always busy all year round? He has a lot of arrogance, he is really a great man."
Li Jin opened his eyes and said: "I'm afraid that once I get used to it, everyone will be as rude as Master Chen Shan, Zhu Lian, the former Zheng Dafeng, the current Taoist Xianwei who likes to bargain, and Qilongxiang
That Zhou Junchen who likes credit came to my place to carry books up the mountain."
Chen Ping'an said helplessly: "It's just a misunderstanding by outsiders. Brother Li Jin doesn't understand our Luo Luoshan yet. I'm used to being the boss and can't control them."
Li Jin chuckled and said, "I know it well."
Leaving the bustling Hongzhu Town and heading to Qidun Mountain, Chen Pingan had a drink with the mountain god Song Yuzhang at the ancestral temple. The things they talked about were all in the past. The mountain god was ridiculed as "Song Jintou" by his colleagues in the landscape.
, I was a little surprised today, because Chen Pingan took the initiative to ask many old stories about the kiln entrance, which were all the past events when Song Yuzhang was the supervisor in the past. Since Chen Pingan was a kiln worker apprentice, there was naturally no barrier when talking about this.
Both parties enjoyed the meal. They drank by themselves without anyone asking them to drink. This kind of wine is easy to intoxicate. Finally, looking at the man in green shirt who walked out of the living room of the temple, Song Yuzhang felt a lot. If it had been done earlier,
Thirty years ago, someone predicted that the man named Chen Ping'an in the small town's Mud Bottle Alley would achieve great success in the future. Song Yuzhang just regarded it as a joke that was passed and forgotten.
In early spring, the wind is clear and warm, the weather is warm, the trees are covered with mist, and the unique fragrance of vegetation in the mountains is everywhere, refreshing the heart and mind.
Chen Ping'an didn't let go of the smell of alcohol. After passing Qidun Mountain, his mind moved slightly. He tiptoed a little and jumped high like a bird. He shuttled through the mountains and forests. He stopped at a green pine branch, with his green shirt and
The ancient pine trees were the same color, with two sleeves hanging down slowly, arms folded around the chest, and the back leaning against the main trunk of the pine tree. It was a coincidence that I saw the little incense man who had to go to Luo Po Mountain to light incense on time every month.
On an inaccessible mountain road, there is a cute little boy in red clothes, riding a thick white flower snake with a bucket. The latter has not yet been successfully transformed. The scales of the snake are like refined iron. The boy in red clothes seems to be holding a rein, riding a long distance.
tour.
The boy in red clothes sat cross-legged on the back of the white flower snake, murmuring that you have hard work even if you don't have any merit. You can't mess with me. Don't worry. When I get promoted one day, I will never treat you badly. When the time comes,
I just need to discuss with Commander Pei and Vice Commander Zhou to allow you to accompany me on the mountain climbing. If we go back and forth more often, I believe we can always bump into Master Chen, the dragon who has never seen the beginning or end of the mountain.
Master Chen Shanzhu opened his mouth and gave you a few random words. How difficult is it for the immortal to transform into a human body? This is called a few true scriptures, which is more powerful than thousands of false scriptures. Ha, this is called luck! Don’t believe it?
Look at what's going on with Immortal Hongxia and Immortal Master Yunzi now. Whether it counts as becoming an immortal or not, it definitely counts. As for our amiable ancestor Lingjun, let alone that. Don't look at his immature appearance.
, In fact, he is quite old. He is a veteran figure in Luolu Mountain. If he is in the dynasty at the foot of the mountain, isn’t it just the founding meritorious service that can be hung in some pavilion and a portrait? You don’t know anything about Luolu Mountain. Lingjun and I
Ancestors often meet each other, but they don’t know anything about it. I think the highly respected Master Chen Shanzhu has heard of me to some extent. Do you know what kind of fate this is? This is called Jian Zai Di Xin...
Chen Ping'an felt a headache when he heard this. No wonder this little guy fell in love with Luopo Mountain.
The boy in Zhu Yi was still musing over there, and he had already talked about the love and hatred between Master Chen Shan and Liu Chongrun, the chelid fish back. The reasons were sufficient. If it hadn't been for nothing, Liu Chongrun
How can the island owner travel all the way from Shujian Lake, leave his hometown, and move all the way to the down-and-out mountain world? Do you know that the beauty is hidden in the golden house? No wonder, in the early years, he heard Captain Pei swore about his master's appearance, and he was so high-spirited.
Xuan Ran Xia Ju, if you want to talk about competition, I really don’t brag. Two Wei Shanjuns can’t beat the same master... I think it’s understandable that Island Master Liu is infatuated with Master Chen. It’s a pity that he has to do it.
The owner of the search can't even see the flowers in the mirror. The landscape newspapers at the Chenghuang Temple are all distributed by the imperial court on a regular basis. There is no newspaper at the Immortal Mansion on the mountain, so he can't see the true face of Master Chen.
Hateful and deplorable! But that Liu Chongrun is indeed good-looking. He should be skinny and bulging...
Chen Pingan really had no ears to continue listening, so he fell to the ground and coughed a few times.
The boy in red clothes quickly patted the scales of his mount, shouted twice like reining in the horse, and asked loudly: "Who is coming?!"
Chen Pingan held back his laughter and said, "I was just passing by."
The boy in Zhu Yi thought for a while and asked: "Are you a Taoist in the mountains or a wanderer in the world?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Walking around the world."
The boy in Zhuyi understood that he must be here for the reputation of Luopo Mountain, so he persuaded him: "Young people should not be too arrogant and expect to be able to climb Luopo Mountain and worship Master Chen as their teacher. Listen to me.
I advise that they don’t welcome guests now. When they reach the mountain gate, outsiders will stop. If you don’t believe it, then your trip will be in vain. I won’t laugh at you. That’s all. Everyone who comes is a guest. When I reach the mountain gate, I
Say hello to Taoist Master Xianwei, and you can still drink a bowl of tea. In this way, it is not completely in vain. I returned to my hometown and boasted a few words to others. It is not bragging and not drafting.
"
Chen Ping'an cupped his hands and clasped his fists, "Thank you."
The boy in Zhu Yi nodded with a straight face. He is a young man who understands etiquette and is not a bad boy.
You will definitely not be hungry if you hang around in the world.
The two parties met by chance, and by chance, they walked together, trekking through mountains and rivers to reach Luopo Mountain.
To be continued...