Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, thousands of miles of rivers, the whole world, all look white in this first snow.
A small boat with a black awning is like a dot of ink, dotted in the snow-white sky and earth.
On the bow of the boat, a fishing rod made of jade and green bamboo hung down in the calm river water. As the boat moved forward, small ripples appeared, slowly rippling in the river, causing the fish to scatter in all directions.
go.
Seeing Xie Heng's elegance, he looked up at the whole world covered with snow, and the distant mountains were appearing and disappearing in the snow. Han Yifei's mind felt as clear as ever.
"Boat PC World Weng, fishing alone trees and snow."
"Good poetry, good literary talent."
Hearing Han Yifei's casual chanting, which was actually related to the scenery of heaven and earth, summarized in just two sentences, Xie Heng couldn't help but clasped his hands in admiration.
"Haha, Mr. Xie is so complimentary. The students just saw him fishing in the snow and were just trying to show off his elegance."
"How can I deserve such praise sir?"
At this time, Han Yifei no longer felt awkward at the beginning, and instead chatted casually with Xie Heng like good friends.
"That's it. Hiccup!"
"That's right, Mr. Xiao Dao, what's there to praise? It's just a couple of acid sentences. It's not as good as the steamed fish on this plate."
Xiao Bai on the side was picking up fish bones and holding a wine bottle, leaning against the side of the ship, belching wine, and glanced drunkenly. Han Yifei, who was a little embarrassed, said casually.
"Haha, you little guy, without Qingmu competing with you for food, you can have fun and make fun of Mr. Han."
Xie Heng, who was sitting cross-legged on the bow of the boat fishing, looked at Xiao Bai's drunken appearance and couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.
Hearing this, Xiao Bai suddenly seemed a little depressed. I don't know which part of his brain was wrong. He pretended to be a young adult and lamented:
"Hey, Qingmu, ah Qingmu, why did you follow Mr. Daojun back to Kunlun Mountain so quickly? Now I'm the only one left, Xiaobai, I'll help you take care of all the food. Then you have to thank me properly.
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After that, he continued to work hard.
"Hey, he really is an unreliable foodie."
Seeing Xiaobai acting like this and walking into the cabin, Xie Heng couldn't help but feel sorry for Qingmu's careless friendship.
"Hahaha, Xiaobai is the most childlike and the most comfortable."
Seeing how innocent and natural Xiao Bai was, Han Yifei no longer felt embarrassed as before, but instead felt a little envious of his frank and cute temperament.
Xie Heng waved his hand and took another wine bottle into his hand, and took a sip. He turned towards Han Yifei, shook the wine bottle in his hand, and asked with a smile:
"Mr. Han, why don't you accompany Xie and have a drink."
After saying that, a snow-white wine cup floated in front of Han Yifei.
"When I was drinking before, I just drank alone with Xie. Monk Kong Chan was very boring. When I asked Xie to drink, he felt a little unhappy. I wonder if Mr. Han is willing to get drunk with Xie and then stop?"
"I have my wish, but I dare not ask for my ear."
Han Yifei smiled slightly and held the white jade lamp floating in front of him in his hand.
"Mr. Han, feel free."
After saying that, Xie Heng waved his sword finger, and a transparent line of water floated out from the wine bottle in Xie Heng's hand and fell towards the wine cup in Han Yifei's hand.
"please!"
Immediately, Xie Heng had another heavy drink.
"Tsk tsk, this worldly wine really has a unique flavor."
After drinking the fine wine in the cup in one gulp, Han Yifei's face suddenly turned red, which made Xie Heng burst into laughter.
"Mr. Han, your ability to drink is not good enough."
“Mr.
Seeing Xie Heng making fun of his drinking capacity, Han Yifei smiled calmly.
“Mr.
"Hey, you're a bit stupid as a scholar, you can't compete with my Aoki You."
Xiaobai didn't know when he had wiped out all the food on the table. He stared at Han Yifei opposite and said a little bit teasingly.
"As you said, it's a fine wine. Of course it's completely different from this worldly wine."
As he spoke, there was another loud burp, echoing in the small cabin.
"What Xiaobai is trying to teach you is that the students are indeed confused, hahaha."
At this time, Han Yifei did not annoy Xiaobai's joke at all, but responded with laughter.
"Mr. Han, don't argue with this foodie."
After that, he turned to the slightly tipsy Xiao Bai.
"Xiao Bai, go to the river and catch a few fat fish. I want to get drunk with Mr. Han."
"Ah? It's me who's going to catch it again, Xiaodao-kun, haven't you been fishing all this time?"
Xiaobai rolled his eyes and said with sudden realization.
"Oh, I understand, Xiaobai. You have been fishing for a whole day, Mr. Emotional Daoist, and you just caught a lonely one."
It seemed that Xiaobai was snatching the white spot, which made him lose his face. Xie Heng's face turned red, and he said with some embarrassment:
"What are you talking about? Your little Taoist master is showing mercy. What do you know? Go away quickly."
"Hey, Xiao Daojun, it turns out that there are times when he opens his eyes and tells lies."
He muttered softly, and in the next moment, he turned into a huge white crane and soared away in the flying snow.
"Mr. Han laughed."
After saying that, Xie Heng swept away the leftovers on the table with a wave of his hand, and placed a wine bottle on the table again. He made a gesture of invitation to the smiling Han Yifei.
"Mr. Han, please!"
"please!"
"Mr. Han, how far are we from the Imperial Capital of the Dayu Empire?"
Hearing Xie Heng's question, Han Yifei made some calculations in his mind and replied slowly:
"Mr. Xie, we are now at the boundary of Jinyang. We are still about half a year away from the Imperial Capital."
"Oh, in that case, I wonder if I can make it in time for my husband's imperial examination."
Hearing this, Han Yifei looked slightly gloomy and said in a regretful tone:
"I'm afraid it's going to be a little difficult this time. The Imperial Capital has ordered that the imperial examination will be held in April of the 32nd year of Wenxuan. The general examination and the palace examination will be held. By the time we arrive at the Imperial Capital, I'm afraid it should be May.
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After all, Han Yifei was only in a low mood. However, after all, Han Yifei was also a very human being. In an instant, he had adjusted his mentality and said calmly:
"However, it doesn't matter. According to the usual practice, His Majesty the Emperor will hold another encore in July after the imperial examination. By then, students will just take the encore."
"In this case, Xie wishes Mr. Han a successful start in advance."
Xie Heng raised the glass of wine, nodded towards Han Yifei and said.
"Thank you sir for your kind words."
After that, he picked up the wine from the glass on the table and drank it all in one gulp.
"Students always have some questions in their minds, and I would like to ask Mr. Xie to clarify them."
Putting down the white jade cup and looking at Xie Heng opposite, who was tasting the wine in the glass, Han Yifei asked softly.
Looking up at Han Yifei, Xie Heng smiled slightly, made a gesture of invitation, and drank to himself.
If someone who didn't know Xie Heng's appearance at this time saw him, he would definitely think that he was an alcoholic nobleman from there.
"Sir, you are a high disciple of the Immortal Sect, and your respected master is known as the number one person in the world. With such a noble status, I wonder why Mr. Xie is willing to associate with ordinary people like us?"
Since experiencing the incident in Shaanzhou City, Han Yifei's horizons have been completely opened, and he has learned many secrets of the world that ordinary people have never known. He is very curious about Xie Heng's behavior.
At this time, Xie Heng was like an ordinary mortal in the world, holding a wine bottle and drinking heavily without any image. The curiosity in his heart became more intense, so he asked this question.
"Hahaha, Mr. Han, I must have been holding this question in your mind for a long time, right?"
Hearing Han Yifei's question, Xie Heng opened his slightly misty eyes and looked at Han Yifei for a long time, and then he laughed loudly and said.
"To be honest, this question has indeed been lingering in my mind for a long time."
Looking at Xie Heng's somewhat drunken appearance, Han Yifei also smiled slightly, cupped his hands and responded.
"Mr. Han is an honest man."
Xie Heng changed his posture, stood on the table with one hand, supported his head, took another mouthful of wine into his throat, and then asked slowly:
"Mr. Han, do you know what an immortal is?"
Listening to Xie Heng's somewhat inappropriate answers, Han Yifei never thought that the person in front of him was drunk.
At this moment, Han Yifei was constantly thinking about Xie Heng's questions.
After pondering for a long time, Han Yifei said softly:
"Since I was studying in China, what I have learned is that "the son is silent, and the strange power confuses the gods", he has learned "respect ghosts and gods and keep away from them", and what he has learned is "if you can't do anything to others, how can you do anything to ghosts"
The way of the sages."
Saying that, Han Yifei also smiled.
"I am not afraid of Mr.'s jokes. The student prides himself on being well-read. Before meeting Mr., the student had never seen a few words about gods and immortals in any ancient book."
"To me, things about gods and immortals are like floating clouds in the sky, elusive and difficult to determine. Even if I have heard some ancient legends, I just think they are the nonsense of the ancients."
Looking at Xie Heng opposite him who seemed to be sleeping with his eyes closed, Han Yifei continued to say softly:
"After experiencing the incident in Shaanzhou and seeing the mysterious methods of my husband and many masters."
After saying this, Han Yifei paused slightly and shook his head slightly.
"Students, this is an eye-opener, and they have seen the immortal methods that are all-encompassing."
"But, is a person who can reach heaven and earth and move mountains and seas truly a god? Then why did the tragedy in Zhaojia Village happen outside Shaanzhou?"
As he said this, Han Yifei's expression looked a little melancholy and a little frightened, and finally turned into a look of self-mockery.
"Nowadays, students really don't know what gods are."