It has been nearly three months since Monk Liaofan and Mrs. Taohua left Jishui Town. Except for that day when they arrived in Chang'an and went to Dali Temple, they have been staying at Shengyan Academy. No one in the court has ever asked about it.
It was as if they had been forgotten.
In Shengyan Academy, Monk Liaofan taught these Confucian scholars how to use swords, while Mrs. Taohua watched from the side.
Next to Monk Fan, Mrs. Peach Blossom was happy just to watch him teach him how to use the sword.
Liao Fan and Mrs. Taohua have a small courtyard. The courtyard is to the south of the Holy Way Monument. Behind the small courtyard is a mountain called Fengshan. It is full of maple trees. There is a tomb on Fengshan Mountain, which is inside the Shengyan Academy.
One of the few forbidden places.
In the courtyard, you can see red maples all over the mountain, and under the maples is the tomb.
Mrs. Peach Blossom once asked Monk Fan if he could see through what was buried.
Monk Liaofan shook his head and said that he could not see very well, but he only knew that the tomb was not clean.
After asking Ye Yao, Chen Qingshan and others went to the foot of Fengshan Mountain. Outside the courtyard, Mrs. Peach Blossom planted a peach blossom. Under the peach blossom tree, Mrs. Peach Blossom was drinking with someone.
The man was dressed in white and had an extraordinary temperament, as if he were an immortal. However, his image was greatly affected by his rosacea.
This person is the wine sage among the seven sages. He accidentally tasted the wine brewed by Mrs. Peach Blossom and became a frequent visitor outside the courtyard.
He came here to do nothing but drink. Ever since he met Mrs. Peach Blossom, Jiu Xian, who usually only stayed in the Drunken Bamboo Forest, and where the dragon never came to an end, would appear on time outside the small courtyard at the foot of Fengshan Mountain almost every day.
Most of the wine Mrs. Peach Blossom has brewed these days has gone into the wine sage's belly.
From a distance, Chen Qingshan saw Mrs. Peach Blossom under the peach blossom tree.
"Aunt Peach Blossom!" Chen Qingshan shouted, waving to the outside of the small courtyard.
Mrs. Peach Blossom looked up and saw Chen Qingshan and others. She saw Chen Qingshan and the somewhat reserved A Nan next to him.
"Boy Chen, it took more than two months to find a wife?" Mrs. Taohua said teasingly.
Ah Nan blushed and lowered his head silently. Chen Qingshan replied: "Auntie, you can tell me whether it looks good or not."
"It looks good, of course it looks good. Come on, girl, let Auntie take a good look at it." Mrs. Peach Blossom said, then came over and grabbed Anan's hand.
Anan felt dizzy, a little suddenly, as if he had stepped on a cloud.
Chen's Qingshan, Huang's surname is A'Nan, which matches him well.
It wasn't until Jiu Xian, who felt he was being ignored, coughed dryly that Madam Peach Blossom reacted and pulled A Nan to introduce Jiu Xian's identity to everyone.
When Chen Qingshan learned the identity of Jiuxian, he shouted disrespectfully. They did not expect that the man drinking here turned out to be a senior figure in Shengyan Academy.
After learning that An Nan had entered Shengyan Academy, Mrs. Peach Blossom even pulled An Nan to the peach blossom tree.
"Jiu Xian, this is my child. As the elder in this academy, you cannot let her be bullied."
Jiu Xian took a sip of the wine in his glass and could only nod with a smile when facing Mrs. Peach Blossom's glaring eyes.
"Easy to say, easy to say." Then he took out a jug of wine, said he brewed it himself, and gave it to Anan.
This wine is famously called Zui Xian Niang, which can help people realize enlightenment. In Chang'an, it is difficult to find the Zui Xian Niang brewed by Jiu Xian.
Before Ah Nan officially entered Shengyan Academy, he had already formed a relationship with Jiu Xian, and the credit for this was due to the good-looking aunt in front of him.
Mrs. Peach Blossom was taller than Anan, and A'nan slightly raised his head to look at Mrs. Peach Blossom.
A-Nan was held by this good-looking aunt, and she felt that the palm of her hand was soft, warm, and indescribably comfortable. She felt concern from people other than her grandfather, and A-Nan liked this aunt.
"Master." At this time, monk Liaofan also walked out of the courtyard. Sanzang was overjoyed and went to greet him.
Just like Chang Xin's feelings for Master Bai, Liao Fan is also an irreplaceable existence in Sanzang's heart.
This has nothing to do with whether you are Confucian or Buddhist.
"Thank you." Monk Liaofan touched Sanzang's head kindly.
After reciting the Buddha's name, he bowed to Chen Qingshan and said, "Thank you, Almsgiver Chen, for the trouble between me and Mrs. Peach Blossom."
Chen Qingshan naturally understood what Fan was referring to and returned the favor.
So he and Chang Xin sat down by the peach blossom tree, neither drinking nor talking, but feeling rare peace.
Then, from a distance, I saw a group of people approaching a Confucian scholar, and the Confucian scholar was wearing a sword.
Jiu Xian frowned slightly: "Lao Liu's disciple."
The sixth one mentioned by Jiuxian is the Swordsman among the seven sages under the Yasheng sect, and the Swordsman ranks sixth among the seven disciples.
And that swordsman is also a sword cultivator, and is younger than Fan. He is a rising star, and his cultivation level is naturally at the seventh level.
So after Monk Fan came to Shengyan Academy, everyone became curious about who was the best swordsman in Chang'an.
After all, Monk Liao Fan was the chief swordsman of Chang'an back then, and Jian Xian started after Li Fan. By the time Jian Xian became famous, Monk Liao Fan had already left Chang'an.
Therefore, no one knows who has a stronger sword, Jianxian or Liaofan monk.
After Monk Fan returned to Chang'an, someone wanted Jian Xian to compete with Monk Liao Fan. However, whether Wulin was Jian Xian or Monk Liao Fan, neither of them responded.
So the matter was dropped.
Just because Jianxian and Monk Liaofan no longer care about each other, it doesn't mean that Jianxian's disciples don't mind.
Today I heard that a young sword cultivator came to see Monk Fan, so they rushed over.
I want to ask this little swordsman about swordsmanship to see whose sword is stronger.
The leader is named Xiao Shui. He is the youngest disciple of Jian Kui and a sword cultivator in the middle stage of the first realm.
He entered the sword cultivating school at a young age, so he is considered a moderate genius.
"Uncle Second Master!" Xiao Shui's expression changed slightly when he saw Jiu Xian was here, but he still forced himself to calm down and said hello to Jiu Xian.
"Xiao Shui, if you don't practice your sword well, what are you doing here?" Jiu Xian replied lightly.
Xiao Shui was a little nervous and said: "Uncle Second Master, I heard that a sword cultivator from outside has come to this courtyard. Xiao Shui wants to come and ask about swordsmanship."
"Are you asking for swordsmanship, or are you fighting for the title of No. 1?" Jiu Xian played with the empty wine glass in his hand. How could he not understand the thoughts of these boys?
Jiu Xian sighed slightly and looked at Monk Fan: "Master, what do you think?"
Monk Liaofan clasped his hands together and said: "I have indeed taught Donor Chen a few swords, but whether to compare or not to compare them all depends on Donor Chen's will."
Xiao Shui was overjoyed, held his sword, bowed to Chen Qingshan under the tree, and said, "I would like to ask fellow Taoist to teach me and grant me a wish."
Chen Qingshan felt a little overwhelmed. This kind of thing has nothing to do with winning or losing.
Because no matter you win or lose, there will be a distinction between high and low. If you distinguish high and low, you will offend others and inexplicably gain an enemy.
And both monks and sword sages understand the truth, so they don't ask about swords.
Many things in this world actually come from fierce competition, insisting on being the first, and then fighting for one's life.
But he couldn't stand Xiao Shui's hard work, so Chen Qingshan still agreed.
The swordsman's sword style only has one sword, called the Seven-foot Sword, and one sword for one realm.
The first level is a one-foot sword, the second level is a two-foot sword, and the seventh level is a seven-foot sword.
Although there is only one sword, when it reaches seven feet, this sword can open rivers, cut off rivers, destroy cities, and shatter mountains.
"I'm offended." Chen Qingshan stood up and stood with his sword in his hand.
"Please enlighten me." Xiao Shui held a sword and rushed towards Chen Qingshan quickly. There was a awn on the sword. The awn was only one foot long, but it was unparalleledly sharp.
Just by passing by, there will be flying grass clippings.
"Spring Water." Chen Qingshan spit out sword energy from his sword and turned into a stream of sword energy.
The stream of sword energy came into contact with Xiao Shui's one-foot sword, wiping out the edge of the sword, and then swept Xiao Shui away.
Xiao Shui fell to the ground, a little unbelievable. The young man in front of him was about the same age as himself, but he was a second-level swordsman.
"I lost." Xiao Shui said softly.
Chen Qingshan put away his sword: "I am in the second realm, and I have sword energy. My victory lies in my cultivation, not my sword moves."
What Chen Qingshan means is that I use my cultivation to overwhelm you, and it is my cultivation that wins. As for Jianxian's seven-foot sword strength, or Monk Liaofan's mad sword strength, there is still no result.
Since there is no result, there is no distinction between superiority and inferiority, and no one will be offended.
Xiao Shui bowed and after understanding the cause and effect, he said: "I have been taught, may I ask my friend's name?"
"Chen Qingshan."
Xiao Shui took the people away, but before leaving, he told Chen Qingshan that he had made Chen Qingshan a friend. If Chen Qingshan had anything to do, he could go to the Sword Washing Pond to look for him.
Jiu Xian looked at Chen Qingshan with admiration in his eyes. It was obvious that Chen Qingshan's handling of the matter made him very satisfied.
"If I were a swordsman, this guy would be a pretty good apprentice, but it's a pity." Jiuxian joked.
"That's right." Mrs. Peach Blossom responded with a smile.
"I have reached the realm of sword energy. Donor Chen is really gifted." Monk Liaofan recited the Buddha's name.
"That's a green mountain." Sanzang next to him responded, a little proud, and Chang Xin also had a smile on his lips.
At the same time, in the East Palace, a young man in a python robe was standing with his hands behind his back, looking in the direction of Shengyan Academy. This young man was the current prince.
Behind the prince, a servant-like man was hunched over, as if reporting something.
"So, Monk Riaofan is unwilling to follow me." The prince said coldly, feeling a little bad.
"Monk Na Liaofan said that he did not want to participate in any party disputes, even if His Royal Highness the Crown Prince promised him to protect him and the demon in front of His Majesty Shengxuan." The servant-like person responded.
"I don't feel at ease if you can't use it for me." The prince sighed.
In Chang'an, the cultivators of the Eight Realms, such as Ya Sheng and the Lord of Si Tianjian, were aloof from things and did not participate in government affairs.
But even the minister of Dali Temple couldn't suppress him, so Monk Fan became the number one person under them.
No matter which prince Monk Liaofan supports, it will have a huge impact on the court.
As for His Highness the Crown Prince, he does not allow anyone to have an impact on his status. Even if there is a slight possibility, His Highness the Crown Prince cannot tolerate it.
Therefore, His Highness the Crown Prince made generous offers in the hope that Monk Fan would stand by his side. However, His Highness the Crown Prince's plan obviously failed.
There was a deathly silence, and His Highness the Crown Prince's hands were clenched tightly, and then loosened again, as if he was making a decision.
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's cold voice sounded: "It would be best if the person who makes me worried is dead."
The servant was shocked: "But Your Highness, that monk Liaofan is not an ordinary seventh-level monk. We cannot kill him with the power in our hands."
The prince turned around, patted the servant on the shoulder, and then disappeared into the hall.
A voice came from the palace: "I said he would die, and he would die."