The first thousand and thirty first chapters lose half of the fish
The spring grass is secluded, the moon shines brightly late, and the gurgling stream competes for drinks.
Chen Ping'an asked Zhao to bring bamboo chairs under the tree to entertain the guests, and then prepare a late-night snack. Don't be too particular about it, just do whatever you want.
Lu Chen hurriedly said: "Under the tree, just go to the kitchen and help Pindao get the chairs. Pindao will have all the food and drinks besides midnight snacks here."
Otherwise, Headmaster Lu would worry that he would have no place and would have to drink while squatting.
Lu Chen was familiar with the route. He went to Chen Ping'an's house and brought out a small table and two chairs. After sitting down with the young man, our head teacher Lu did not forget to wipe the table with his sleeves.
Chen Pingan asked with a smile: "Ning Ji, think about it, don't regret it?"
The young man's eyes were determined and he nodded: "Mr. Chen, I have decided to be your student. Ning Ji will also remember the kindness given by Master Lu and repay him when he has the opportunity in the future."
Chen Pingan glanced at Lu Chen and knew with his hips that this guy must have led the young man through a long scroll of time.
Lu Chen began to put gold on his face, waving his hands and saying: "It's a small skill, it's not hard work, it's not hard work at all."
There is a long river of time, but not everyone can wade through it casually. Even the great monks dare not wander through the time at will. Even if they are in it, ordinary people in the ascension realm are mostly forced to do it. The skin is rotten and they are about to be forced to surrender.
At this time, we must use the long river of time to "change our mind", or try our luck to see if we can find a blessed place that has disappeared in the long river of history. We are afraid of encountering many unexpected countercurrents, especially those of that kind.
If there is a vortex in the funnel, it is easy for Qi practitioners to fall deep into it and lose their trace. In history, many great monks said to the outside world that they had failed in seclusion, but in fact they were just sinking into the sea in the long river of time, making wedding clothes for others.
The great monk fished the fragments of the golden body from the long river of time, and this is how it came about. What's more, there are many visions of the water turning into a lake or the river water turning into a stream. Previously, "Chen Pingan" and the sword holder
In the Qilong Lane shop, inviting Bai Jing to sit down at the same table is one of the great manifestations of this place and scene.
On the mountain, only mountaintop monks worthy of the name, holding certain heavy treasures, can preach and protect the disciples in this way. This tempering of the body has many benefits, especially the three souls and seven souls that can nourish the Qi practitioner, but the risk is too high.
Big, if you are not careful, many originally highly accomplished monks may directly turn into idiots, just because their memory and consciousness are like drowning, drifting with the water, losing their minds, and unable to summon their souls afterwards.
Chen Ping'an himself has visited it several times. The first time was with Mr. Qi, and the second time was at the Taoist Temple in Ouhua Blessed Land, where he experienced the scrolls of time of one or two hundred years beside the old temple owner.
Lu Chen glanced at the young man sitting upright beside him, and praised: "Ning Ji performed very well. He didn't need Pindao to help him at all. He quickly adapted to the movement of the Time Scroll."
Chen Pingan nodded, "It's very impressive. I remember the first time I waded into the water, I felt dizzy and almost vomited on the spot."
Lu Chenxiao smiled and said: "This is the difference between a half-baked floor material qualification and an outstanding talent."
The straw-shoe boy whose life was broken was indeed a half-qualified Earth Immortal. Lu Chen's evaluation was very objective.
Chen Ping'an didn't take it seriously, but was happy after hearing it. Who would dislike his students and disciples for being too talented and too qualified to learn Taoism?
Ning Ji was blushing, clenching his fists and placing them on his knees, looking at a loss.
The young man did not yet know that the praises given by Master Lu and Mr. Chen were not complimentary words, and he did not know how dangerous it was to cross the river. He mistook them for the kind words of the two seniors to "other people's children", which was very watery. big.
"It's better to have a disciple than to have a disciple. Of course it's good. As for the price... you must know better than me."
Lu Chen suppressed the smile on his face and asked: "Chen Ping'an, have you thought about it?"
To be honest, it was indeed beyond Lu Chen's expectation that he could find Ning Ji so quickly.
This is why it is difficult for gods to catch fish at noon.
Originally, Lu Chen had made plans to wander around the world for as short as three to five years or as long as seven or eight years. He could just take this opportunity to wipe his ass and solve some historical problems that had some causal relationship with him, such as the previous Baihua Lake. The old turtle from the Dragon King Temple, the little Tao seed in Shirou from Qilong Lane, Zhu Lu who was supposed to be one of the elder brother's Taoist protectors, and of course Gu Qingsong with the Taoist name Xiancha, also have to have one Lu Chen is still considering whether to let Zhouzi die and be included in the genealogy of Nanhua City or to take the old Zhouzi to Baiyujing. Because of this, Lu Chen owed a debt of gratitude to Aunt Feng, the "wormwood-scorched forehead", and all the big and small things like this made Lu Chen feel quite tired.
Chen Pingan nodded, "As long as Ning Ji thinks about it himself, there will be no problem on my side."
Lu Chen said: "I have to thank you for this."
If you plant flowers intentionally, they will not bloom, but if you plant willows unintentionally, they will create shade.
As long as Lu Chen finds Ning Ji, no matter what the reason is, no matter how difficult or easy the process is, the Confucian Temple only looks at the results, and it will be counted as a large sum of merit for him, Master Lu, and clearly recorded in the book. The more Lu Chen is like this Those who hold high positions, the more they know the inside story and the truth, the more they will understand the value of adding a few strokes to the merit list of the Confucian Temple, especially at this critical juncture when the founder of the three religions is about to pass away. To give a simple example, the powerful family and wealth at the foot of the mountain Leaving money, property, or even books to descendants may not always be fulfilled, but those seemingly illusory ancestral blessings and blessings are accurate and never fail.
Chen Ping'an said: "It's nothing, not to mention that Director Lu accompanied Ning Ji on this journey of mountains and rivers, which is enough as a thank you gift."
Lu Chen was silent for a moment, as if he couldn't think of a suitable thank you gift, so he put a bottle of wine on the table, "I'm just having a small drink tonight, not too much, so as not to lose my temper when drunk and make some jokes on the younger generation."
Chen Ping'an looked at the pot of Gengyunfeng Chunxing wine and marveled: "Headmaster Lu and Master Huangshan are already so familiar?"
Lu Chen said confidently: "We are very familiar with each other, why are we not familiar with each other? We feel like old friends at first sight."
Huang Zhonghou of Gengyun Peak is now the new mountain master of Yunxia Mountain. This has caused a lot of speculation in Aquarius Continent. A Jindan Immortal with very little qualifications has taken over the Yunxia Mountain with a sect candidate background. It is said that Cai Jinjian of Green Cypress Peak is similar to Huang Zhonghou Daoling, but she is already in the Nascent Soul realm, but she still failed in this "change of dynasties". The outside world will inevitably have some thoughts, whether the Zushan lineage is deliberately suppressing the rise of Swift green cypress peak?
Many sects and immortal mansions with a long history will face similar situations. More recently, for example, the power of Jin Xian'an in Qingjing Peak has fallen to the side, and Chuqing Peak has turned against its guests.
A little further away, the Zhuzhi Sect, which is one of the forces of the Zhengyang Mountain vassal, and the Caiyu Mountain lineage where the outer sect Zhike used to be, is in a similar situation. The current leader Guo Huifeng is actually not from the lineage of the founder, so she is like Liang.
Jizushan monks like Yuping always have some ideas in mind.
This is just like the Luopo Mountain in the future. A certain mountain owner may not be the direct descendant of Pei Qian, Guo Zhujiu and the others. The next disciple may come from the legal lineage of other vassal mountains. Maybe it is the longevity of the leader.
A certain disciple or grandson of Wei Wenlong, Chen Lingjun and the others may be a line of incense disciples. In short, on the golden and jade genealogy of Luopo Mountain, it is a "fork in the road". Don't take a branch. Later generations of Luopo Mountain disciples will recognize their ancestors and return to their ancestors.
Of course, it is still Chen Ping'an who will live forever, but as for the tablet of the sect's god, it may not be him.
Lu Chen suddenly smiled and asked: "Chen Ping'an, if Luolu Mountain has such a day in the future, will you, the first-generation mountain master, feel a little awkward?"
Chen Pingan laughed it off.
Lu Chen turned to the kitchen and shouted: "Under the tree, Pindao's bowl of noodles has coriander and coriander. Forget it if you don't have it. But you can't have less chopped pepper and minced garlic. There won't be too much."
Ningji stood up and went to help bring several bowls of steaming noodles with a lot of condiments, mostly dried bamboo shoots and tofu prepared by the school.
Zhao Shuxia has a good eye for this new junior brother who seems to have fallen from the sky.
The young man was thoughtful and soon noticed Zhao Shuxia's kindness and closeness to him, and Ning Ji felt a little at ease.
Lu Chen picked up his chopsticks and started eating.
As a result, from the corner of his eye, Headmaster Lu noticed that Ning Ji and Zhao Shuxia had taken their first bite after Chen Pingan picked up the chopsticks, and then they silently lowered their heads to eat the noodles.
Headmaster Lu, whose chopsticks had been suspended in mid-air for a long time, became the last one to eat the noodles. He was the only one who dared to eat noodles at the same table, but Pindao was an outsider, right?
Headmaster Lu was angry. If he had been cruel, gritted his teeth, and accepted Ning Ji as his direct successor, now it was master and apprentice versus master and apprentice, two against two. Wouldn't he be outnumbered?
Chen Ping'an seemed to have guessed Lu Chen's frustration, and joked: "If Master Lu regrets it now, it's too late, just knock Ning Ji unconscious with a sap, put a sack on him, and just run away."
Lu Chen imitated the old scholar's signature tone and sighed, "Stop saying a few words that hurt your feelings. I've always been honest and aboveboard in my actions. I can't do this kind of thing."
When it comes to recruiting Ning Ji as his disciple, Chen Ping'an is responsible for personally teaching the Dharma to this ill-fated young man. On the surface, there are many benefits, but in the end, it boils down to one. Luo Po Mountain can have one more person like Chai Wu, and it is even possible
A monastic genius whose achievements in the Great Dao are even greater. Even if it is a conservative estimate, it is very certain that Ning Ji will reach the Ascension realm in the future, and Ning Ji is probably an extremely young Ascension realm, who came out of nowhere and shocked people's minds.
But the trouble is not small. Ning Ji's Taoist roots have already determined that he will not let Chen Pingan and Luo Luoshan worry about it in the future. This is a bit like the old scholar who accepted Liu Liuliu as his direct disciple, but Chen Pingan
Senior Brother Jun Qian, when he took the old scholar as his teacher, in addition to having a high enough level of cultivation, the key was that he had become clear about himself. In addition, the old scholar was at the height of his power at that time, so apart from some gossip on the mountain, he did not know how to
It caused too much substantial damage to the literary saint lineage.
But Ningji's life situation, especially his character, is full of countless unknowns.
The young hermit official who has just been able to take some leisure time may not be able to do so for several more decades.
With Pei Qian in front and Ning Ji in the back, haha, Lu Chen rolled up a large amount of noodles with chopsticks and suddenly felt in a good mood. His cheeks bulged and he took a few deep breaths.
While eating noodles, Lu Chen made a vague suggestion: "If you live in mountains and rivers, there are so many wild vegetables and wild vegetables, and there are so many fish in Wuxi. It would be good to make a casserole as a midnight snack next time, especially
It's that kind of winter when it's freezing outside, the heat is blowing in front of your face, and the taste is incredible. If you have a brazier at your feet and boil a jar of rice wine or glutinous rice wine, your mouth will water just thinking about it."
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "It's difficult."
Of course, it’s not that the casserole is difficult to make, but that it’s difficult for you, Lu Chen, to eat it. Now that Haoran Tianxia is in trouble, and there are undercurrents surging over Qingming Tianxia, it is unlikely that Lu Chen, the headmaster of Bai Yujing, will stay here for a long time. Cui Cui previously
Dongshan sent Luoposhan a secret letter, which contained the list of the latest ten people and candidates in the Qingming world. No matter how you look at it, Baiyu Kyoto does not dare to take it lightly.
Lu Chen sighed, then raised his head and asked casually: "Chen Ping'an, do you remember when was the first time you drank?"
Chen Ping'an thought for a while and said: "I used to practice boxing and I couldn't stand the hardship. It seemed that I borrowed a drink from Wei Bo. After that, I got out of control and I couldn't stop drinking even if I wanted to."
Lu Chenxiao asked: "I'm always curious, do you really like drinking?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Whoever asks this kind of question shows that he doesn't like drinking."
Lu Chen took out a few salted duck eggs from his sleeves and put them on the table, "They are a specialty of a place called Gaoyou. They are very famous. The ducks from Wa Ting Lake, the one in Wa Ting."
Chen Pingan and others took the duck eggs and cracked them lightly without being polite to Master Lu.
Lu Shenmei sighed, "Grandmasters are everywhere, real people are flying all over the sky, and in the future thousands of years, if you and I are not walking on the Shanyin Road, what else can we be."
Chen Ping'an nodded and agreed: "It's dizzying."
Lu Chen said: "Gu Can revisited his old place and is now in Shujian Lake."
Chen Pingan nodded.
Lu Chen was like a well-informed god of retribution, "On the other side of the wild world, just because of that wild cultivator named Qingmi, two groups of people met on a narrow road, killing one and saving the other, and neither gave in, just because they were in the wild world.
The ten people took advantage of the right time and location, so the two people who contributed the most to the escape this time were Cao Ci, who had reached the level of a god. Of course, there was no suspense about it. Then there was Gu Can, whose performance from beginning to end
, are all impressive, and the victory in the end is attributed to Gu Can. If it weren't for Gu Can, this fight would still have to be fought, and the winner would not be decided so quickly. Come to think of it, Chunqing and Xu Bai are so young now.
The young and proud son of heaven is both grateful and afraid of his peer Gu Can, and his feelings are very complicated."
"As for how Gu Can achieved such a miraculous feat, he relied on a handful of old locust leaves that were worthless and had been treasured for many years. Little Heavenly Master Zhao, Xu Bai, and Cao Ci were like gods with help.
As for Yu Xuanfu, a few pure greens, although their surnames are rare and they were not able to directly benefit from Sophora japonica, they were also benefited from it. Because Gu Can was hiding deeply, something happened suddenly. As a result, the balance of power situation was changed.
, there was a deviation, and Cao Ci found an opportunity, relied on his martial arts skills, and delivered a punch equivalent to the eleventh realm, completely shattering the formation."
"Gu Can also abducted a female cultivator who was one of the Ten Heavenly Stewards of the Wilderness. Her name is Ziwu Meng and her Taoist name is 'Chunxiao'."
"Hey, as expected, like a teacher, like a disciple. Mr. Zheng kidnapped an entire Jincui City. As a disciple, he also likes to imitate others."
When Chen Pingan heard this, he stopped the chopsticks in his hand, frowned slightly, and asked, "What is he doing in Shujian Lake?"
Lu Chen smiled and said: "In Shujian Lake, I neither went to Liu Zhimao's Qingxia Island nor Zeng Ye's Five Islands Sect. I just met senior sisters Tian Hujun and Huang successively.
Lidao Zhongsu, the last one, is a common man in a city by the lake. He is not good at reading as a young man. He relies on his waist and legs to work as a coachman, and he works with the dignitaries, literati and scholars who come to Shujian Lake to visit the mountains and rivers.
, earning some hard-earned money every day, Gu Can was nostalgic, and after finding this young man who used to be a neighbor and often chatting with each other, he loaned the young man a sum of money and planned to open a shop together. Gu Can only contributed money but no effort. Eh,
So, why is Gu Can also the second shopkeeper?"
When Chen Pingan heard this, there was a smile in his eyes.
Lu Chen held chopsticks in one hand and shook his sleeve with the other, pretending to pinch his fingers to tell fortunes, "Logically speaking, after escaping from the trap, we should have had a celebratory drink, but Gu Can turned his face and refused to recognize anyone, and ran to have a fight with Cao Ci."
, the fight continued, and Gu Can became more and more angry as he fought, so Cao Ci had no choice but to punch a little harder, and Gu Can was seriously injured."
Chen Pingan said: "What a fool!"
Lu Chen nodded, "I'm a little confused. It's not good to offend anyone, but I want to offend Cao Ci."
While Headmaster Lu was chatting with his master, Zhao Shuxia just ate his midnight snack in silence.
This was the first time Ning Ji heard about Gu Can and that Cao Ci, and he was a little curious. Lu Chen turned around and smiled and said: "This Cao Ci is amazing. He is an old enemy of your master, and he is also on the path of your master's martial arts."
Now, the Qingbai battle between Cao Ci and your master is a gambling game, and I don’t know how many gods on the mountain have bet on it and spent a lot of money."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "I have never defeated Cao Ci once, and I have lost all the fights. However, no one can find any fault with Cao Ci's character. He and I don't have the kind of relationship between enemies and friends.
There is no hostility or hatred, just friends."
Ning Ji nodded and said: "Sir, he is a scholar who aspires to be immortal. Fighting and killing in the arena is not his job."
This time I went on a weird trip with Master Lu, and it was not in vain. The young man learned a lot of sayings from books.
The implication of the young man's words is that if Mr. Chen only concentrates on learning martial arts and practicing boxing, he can defeat Cao Ci.
Chen Pingan smiled and nodded, "That's right."
Zhao laughed dumbly under the tree.
No matter how much he respected his master, Zhao Shuxia didn't think that if his master focused on boxing, he would definitely be able to defeat Cao Ci.
Zhu Lian once joked with Zhao Shu in private that in the next hundred years, if Cao Ci is in martial arts, he may claim to be the second in the world and no one will dare to claim to be the best in the world.
Zhao Shuxia was naturally a little depressed at the time. If Cao Ci was at the top of martial arts and so invincible, how would his master handle himself?
Zhu Lian then half-joked, why did Cao Ci claim to be second in the world?
Zhao Shuxia was not the kind of person who was quick-thinking and good at debating, so he was unable to answer for a while.
Zhu Lian then asked and answered himself. Maybe Cao Ci was too powerful and no one could win with him, but Cao Ci always felt that there was someone who could compete with him for first place.
But in this fight, the two sides must decide whether they are alive or dead before the real outcome can be determined. Therefore, it can only be someone later who competes with the former Cao Ci for first place.
Zhao Shuxia nodded. At that time, all he could think about was his master, whom he respected as a god. Naturally, he felt that only his master could compete with Cao Ci among martial artists.
Zhu Lian smiled and said, must that person be the mountain master who will practice Taoism on the mountain for a long time? What about you, Zhao Shuxia? Aren't you also a pure martial artist?
Lu Chen admired Ning Ji even more. You, a young man, have not officially become a disciple yet, and you haven't even gone to Luopo Mountain yet.
After going there, when Ning Ji met the old cook Zhu Lian, his junior brother Cui Dongshan, his senior sister Pei Qian, especially Jia Lao Shenxian and the like, how could he still do it after hearing and seeing them every day?
The atmosphere in Luolu Mountain is so strange.
Sure enough, it’s not like a family doesn’t come into the same house.
Chen Ping'an suddenly asked Lu Chen: "Do you think the large road in Tongyezhou can be successfully excavated?"
Lu Chen said with a smile without hesitation: "How could it not be possible if heaven and earth all work together? It's just such a big feat, small bumps and bumps are inevitable, so just think of it as a blessing in disguise."
Chen Ping'an raised the white bowl and handed it to Lu Chen, "I'd like to lend you some good advice and I'll take one."
Lu Chen raised the white bowl and touched it gently, "Hey, brothers, let's go one by one."
Chen Ping'an opened a school here and became a teacher. It really took more effort than returning to the Upper Five Realms.
Lu Chen then asked in his heart: "Have you determined where the inner demon is that is the bottleneck of the Nascent Soul Realm?"
It seems like nonsense, but since Chen Ping'an has already tried breaking through the realm in the dojo at Mi Xuefeng, more than once, how can he not encounter his inner demons?
But Chen Pingan nodded and replied in a deep voice: "It's almost certain."
The night breeze in the mountains was cool and cool. Lu Chen held the wine bowl and looked at the string of slightly swaying but silent bells under the eaves of the school.
From the corner of Headmaster Lu's eyes, he was looking at that young martial artist who was very inconspicuous when he was around Chen Ping'an, under Zhao Shu.
It can even be said that Lu Chen's appearance this time was largely to chat with Zhao Shuxia, who looked very much like Chen Ping'an.
Because it is so similar, in the eyes of some experts, it is like a fake calligraphy and painting, and at most it will be evaluated as a second-class original.
But Lu Chen was not among those "some".
Also at the wine table, compared to the Hehuanshan Fenwan Mansion, the female martial artist with her hair in a bun is Chen Ping'an's founding disciple.
Lu Chen was even more worried about the disciple in front of him who was a failed disciple of Chen Pingan's martial arts path.
That's not to say that Zhao Shuxia's martial arts achievements will definitely be higher than Pei Qian's. Previously, Zhao Shuxia sent Jialing there to practice boxing. Lu Chen did some rough calculations and found that Zhao Shuxia's martial arts achievements were indeed high.
, cannot be higher than senior sister Pei Qian. After all, Pei Qian is already a martial artist at the end of the realm, and Zhao Shuxia is a martial artist at the fifth realm who has just broken through the realm a few days ago, a pure martial artist who is destined to miss the word "strongest" in this life.
Therefore, Lu Chen's admiration for Zhao Shuxia is just an unreasonable intuition, and the intuition of a monk like Lu Chen is itself mysterious and mysterious.
After finishing the midnight snack, Zhao Shuxia and Ning Ji cleared away the dishes.
Chen Pingan and Lu Chen continued to drink. This time, the wine they drank was local Shaoxing wine that Chen Pingan had picked up from a certain Mengtong's house in the mountains.
Another guest arrives, who can be called a neighbor.
It was none other than Gao Niang, the new God of the Thin Eyebrow River who had just acquired a rare treasure.
This river god who looked like an old scribe was holding an empty wine flask in his arms. This object was discovered by the official of the mansion who was patrolling the water area. When he saw it floating on the Ximei River, the official of the mansion who diverted the water actually moved and captured it.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move it even a little bit, so he reported it to his superior officials. Even if they allowed these water lords with the title of Narcissus to use the water method, they still couldn't change the drifting route of the wine pot down the river. They never thought that the river god Gao Gao would do it.
As soon as Gao Niang came out, he quickly captured it. He felt that the wine pot seemed to be a living creature with psychic powers. It was like the so-called automatic recognition of its owner in the folklore books. Gao Niang was startled, and he subconsciously wanted to take it away.
He threw it out, but it stuck to his hand and couldn't throw it away. Gao Niang complained in his heart, mistakenly thinking that he had caught the Tao, and he was going to be in bad luck. There were a lot of narcissus subordinates and shrimp soldiers and generals around him. They didn't know what was going on, so it was natural for him to flatter him.
It was a loud noise.
Gao Niang calmed down and found that the hot potato-like wine bottle in his hand did not seem to be strange. Instead, it seemed to have a mysterious feeling of being in harmony with the road. After much thought, he decided to take a trip as a precaution.
At the school at the source of the Meihe River, if there are objects of unknown origin and hidden murderous intent, the knowledgeable Lord Yin Guan can help him peel them off, but if they are personally rewarded by Lord Yin Guan, they should also
It is only reasonable to say thank you in person.
When Chen Pingan saw the wine pot, he calmly smiled and waved, "Brother Gao, come and sit here."
After receiving Lord Yin Guan's decree, Gao Niang trotted quickly at first, but when he approached the wine table, he slowed down.
Gao Niang was relieved when he caught a glimpse of an empty wine jug on the table. It was exactly the same shape as the wine jug in his hand.
"Ningji, the newly admitted student of the school."
Chen Ping'an took advantage of Gao Niang's fast and slow moments to show his skills, and introduced with a smile: "This Taoist Master Lu is a strange man with superb Taoism. He just looks young, not old."
Lu Chen quickly put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, still sitting, turned sideways, cupped his hands and said with a smile: "It's a pleasure to meet you. I've met Mr. River God. Xiaodao and Mr. Chen are close friends who share weal and woe."
Gao Niang hurriedly bowed and saluted, "The little god Gao Niang, thanks to Mr. Chen's care, is temporarily appointed as the water god of the Ximei River. I have met Lu Xianchang. I am very honored."
Lord Yin Guan's friend on the mountain, can he be sent away?
Not to mention bowing and kowtowing a few times, aren't they also the proper etiquette and friendship?
Let me just say that last time, I had a drink here with Yu Huiting, a female cultivator from Fengxue Temple. After that, Gao Niang had the honor to participate in a secret meeting about the Dragon Palace. He only occupied a seat and was unable to talk. In the end, Yu Huiting had an affair with him.
He was quite kind, and after chatting for a few more words, his face became brighter, and even the monks accompanying the army of Da Li looked highly at him.
Zhao moved another bamboo chair under the tree and said with a smile: "Mr. Gao, please sit down."
Gao Niang quickly thanked him, but because he had a wine bottle in his hand, he had to take the chair with one hand. Ning Ji had already stood up on his own initiative, carrying the chair and sitting next to Zhao Shuxia.
Lu Chen said: "Brother Gao is here to bring wine?"
Gao Niang suddenly looked embarrassed.
Chen Ping'an helped to save the situation and said: "Such a treasure will naturally be found by those who are destined to get it if it goes down the water. Brother Gao will just keep it."
Gao Niang was secretly happy in his heart, and with a flash of treasure, the wine pot actually fell from his hand. Gao Niang quickly reached out to catch it, without caring about anything, and took out a bottle of wine made from the incense of the temple and the essence of water from his arms.
Green rope, tie it around your waist.
Lu Chen smiled and said: "Distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. We can still live in harmony with our neighbors. Brother Gao is a good man."
Gao Niang nodded vigorously and said: "Blessing, being able to be neighbors with Lord Yin Guan is a blessing from the little god."
Zhao Shuxia had already brought Gao Niang a white bowl.
Ning Ji was just curious that the honorific title given to Mr. Chen by the river god was some kind of official position?
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "The good deeds in the world are all mutual."
It was not surprising that there were many people attending the ceremony, but Gao Niang drank two large bowls of native wine water without saying a word, and toasted to the young Yin Guan and Lu Xian Chang respectively.
Since I, the little god, am not good at words, my true feelings and enthusiasm are all in the wine.
Probably because he didn't expect the wine to be so strong, Gao Niang choked on a sip and wondered, where did the local roasted wine come from, and the wine was so overbearing?
Chen Pingan returned the favor with a bowl, but Lu Chen just took a sip of the wine and sighed: "Seeing Brother Gao tonight reminds Xiaodao of an old friend, also named Gao, Gao Gu, Lonely Gu, Brother Gao
You are a brewer. He has only a handful of friends. He always likes to say that he is not a relative, let alone an alien, but he likes to drink alone. However, he has never been drunk in his life. I guess you two have some fate.
"
Gao Niao quickly held the bowl in both hands and said, "All of Lu Xianchang's friends are from the Taoist Immortal Family above the sea of clouds. How dare you climb so high as a river god with thin eyebrows?"
Gao Niao's polite words were indeed correct. The so-called old friend of Lu Chen, Gao Gu, was indeed not an old Taoist god that he, a thin-browed river god, could easily admire.
Qing Ming Tian Xia, Di Fei Mountain Huayang Palace, Youzhou Taoist priest Gao Gu, Taoist name "Ju Yue", one of the ten people in Qing Ming Tian Xia, has great hope of reaching the fourteenth level by relying on alchemy.
There was not a single delicacy on the small table, only a few dishes to go with the wine. Zhao Shuxia and Ning Ji were just chewing on the dried sweet potatoes sent by an elder Meng Tong.
Gao Niang quickly realized the young Taoist priest's ability to talk about the world. He was really good at chatting, and the whole table just listened to him talking about the mountains.
"The sky and the earth are so big, and there are so many living beings. The world has been around for tens of thousands of years, but it is here at this time. Brother Gao, you and I can meet and drink village wine at this moment. This kind of fate, even if the bottle in front of us is full and empty,
It’s unreasonable!”
"Alas, what I said is wrong. There is no seniority at the wine table. We don't talk about the quality of our family background. We only look at the quality of the wine. Furthermore, why should I be so humble? Although the Taoist saying is that cultivation is sloppy, judging people
Your appearance is extremely accurate. Although you are old, your temperament is not stale, which is commendable. At first glance, you look like a scholar who has read poetry and books, but is not pedantic. You were given a posthumous title. After your death, you will become a god and serve as the director of this thin eyebrow river.
Jiangshui Zhengshen, what are the restrictions on you in life and death? So what if I can’t read a book with my old eyes, I will continue to die as long as my words are not shocking, and I am full of courage in discussing things..."
"A horse in a green shirt and thousands of people shouting, it was a sign of urgency in the emperor's hometown. Roosters and dogs sleep together in the same boat. Who is the guest and who is the host."
"What I am admiring and admiring has already become a trace, and I still cannot help but be fascinated by it. It has become a trace, and those who look at it later will also feel the grace and elegance!"
"Brother Gao, you and I are both Taoist friends. As authorities for a short time and as long-term spectators, we are not allowed to leave. How can we achieve immortality at a drinking table in a drunken country?"
Gao Niang occasionally answered a few words. He was pleased with the approachability of the young Taoist priest, but he also felt a little dissatisfied in his heart. Could it be that tonight... he met his peers and powerful enemies?
This Chief Lu Xian has experience in officialdom? Otherwise, how could he be better than me?
When the Taoist priest talks about Gaojiang at the beginning, the River God will quickly mention it, drink a bowl or half a bowl of local roasted wine, but no matter how good the drinker is, he can't withstand Taoist Master Lu's one argument after another. This kind of persuasion to drink is really true.
It's a bit more powerful. After all, in this kind of drinking party that only happens once in a century, he, a high-level brewer, has to put aside his identity and actually drink. Besides, Master Yinguan started to help him stop drinking. The excuse was lame, saying that they said he drank.
There isn't much earthenware left in the market, so I have to keep some to drink and refresh myself while preparing lessons for the students.
After drinking the high wine to the end, his face changed slightly and he quickly confessed
He made a sound, his steps were unsteady, he staggered to the distance of the school and vomited.
The river god did not dare to use his magical powers to dispel the alcohol, but he did not forget to stretch out his hands and wave his sleeves to disperse the odor.
Chen Ping'an also drank, his face turned red, and he laughed angrily: "Director Lu really wants to add water transportation to the Ximei River, so at least find another way."
Lu Chen chuckled and said, "If Gao Niang knew the truth, he would drink all the wine you have here, drink it, vomit it up, drink it again, and vomit his heart out willingly."
It turns out that Gao Niang drank a few taels of wine at the wine table, and a thin eyebrow river can increase the water transportation by several kilograms.
Lu Chen held the back of his head with both hands, leaned back on the bamboo chair, let out a wine burp, looked up at the sky, and murmured: "The wine table Gao Niang and his friends had was probably the same as ours in this world ten thousand years ago."
After Gao Niang vomited, he felt refreshed. He returned to the wine table and took the initiative to ask for a drink. Together with Chen Yinguan and Lu Daochang, the three of them drank three more pots, or maybe four pots of Xianjiu water.
As for where the drink came from, the master of the river god, who is very observant, can't remember clearly. Anyway, he only remembers that he was completely drunk, so he rolled up his sleeves, fist-bumped and shouted at the director Lu, and finally Gao Niang gave his head a heavy knock.
The desktop just fell into a deep sleep, snoring like thunder.
Zhao Shuxia and Ning Ji didn't drink, so they couldn't sleep anyway, so they had already gone for a walk together.
Lu Chen looked at Chen Ping'an, whose eyes were shining brightly, and laughed and scolded: "Your drinking capacity is too much for bullying, and it has nothing to do with the wine."
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Did I advise you to drink? No matter how bad the wine is, it can't be worse than you."
The more he drinks, the more sober Chen Ping'an becomes. He has indeed never been drunk a few times in his life. He seems to have only been drunk once in Huangliang Paradise when he was young. Later, he went to see Xu Yuanxia, and he got drunk that time too.
Just as Lu Chen was about to speak, he raised his hand, covered his mouth and ran away. After a while, he swaggered back to the wine table and slumped down on the bamboo chair, "I haven't drank like this for a long time."
I remember the last time was a long time ago. At that time, on the wine table in a small restaurant in a back alley, there were Yao Kejiu, who had returned to his hometown from Bai Yujing and became the city lord of Shenxiao City, and whose Taoist name was "Naked Ancient". In addition to Lu Chen, there was also Guan Sun Huaizhong of Xuandu.
Gao Gu of Huayang Palace also drank so much that he felt dizzy. Later, Yao Kejiu said that it was Guanzhu Sun who helped Lu Chen leave the wine table. However, Gao Gu said that it was Yao Kejiu who carried Lu Chen away. Guanzhu Sun also said that he personally dragged Lu Chen away.
I was taught to leave the alley with one leg, so the alley that was full of chicken and dog excrement was extra clean that night.
Lu Chen took out a porcelain bottle, poured out a few fragrant pills, put them into his mouth, chewed them, then handed the porcelain bottle to Chen Ping'an, and said with a smile: "Those who can relieve hangover can stop dizziness immediately.
"
Chen Ping'an, who could still carry it with all his strength, somehow started to feel sick in his stomach as soon as he heard about hangover and dizziness. He swore at mother and ran to the edge of the grain drying field and squatted down.
He vomited on the ground towards the stream for a long time. When he returned to his seat, he followed Lu Chen's example and leaned on the back of the chair, reaching out to rub his stomach. Gao Niang was still snoring, so Lu Chen picked up the chopsticks again, picked up the last few dishes on the plate, and laughed.
Said: "It is rare for a person who practices Taoism to get drunk."
"How you view Ning Ji this year is how we viewed Chen Ping'an back then."
Lu Chen said: "If I told you when I set up a stall in a small town that I would be like today, would you believe me?"
In fact, many of the younger generation in Lizhudongtian got on the gambling table early, and there were even a few proud ones who lost all their bets until the last moment.
Chen Ping'an said: "To be able to achieve today's achievements and get here step by step, good luck plays a big part."
Lu Chen smiled and said, "In today's world, maybe ninety-nine out of a hundred people will think so. The remaining one is either an old acquaintance like me or someone close to Luopo Mountain. After all, as the saying goes,
, I only deserve eight liters of rice in my life, and I will travel all over the world without fighting."
Chen Pingan nodded.
Lu Chen picked up the chopsticks, glanced at Gao Niang, and said with a smile: "You have to remind him from now on. If you pick up a chopstick and shake it three times in the air to put the food on the plate, change it. People at the same table will look disgusted."
"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "I'm just drunk."
Lu Chen put down the last chopsticks and chewed the appetizer carefully, "Life is like a tree with thousands of flowers. It just falls with the wind, and each has its own place to stay. When it falls to the ground, it will be crushed into dust under the tree, just like the death of a person in his hometown.
There are also those that drift with the water and continue to distant places, like wanderers who never return home. There are still those that pass through doors and windows and fall on beds with curtains, and there are also those that fall into the fence and fall into the water. Each has its own distance, high or low.
You Confucian sages say this is not cause and effect, but in my opinion, it is just a rut, and the ancient great masters are still unable to get out of it."
As if he suddenly woke up, Gao Niang shouted at the top of his lungs: "If fate comes, welcome it and resist it!"
After saying that, he fell back to sleep. The river god did not forget to reach out and touch the wine bottle at his waist, and murmured with a smile, "I am prosperous, I am prosperous."
Chen Ping'an was shocked. Was he really drunk, fake drunk? Really asleep, faked sleeping?
Lu Chen couldn't help laughing and said with a smile: "Let me just say, Brother Gao is a man of real talent and knowledge. He uttered the truth in a daze, drunkenly, but that's all."
A down-and-out mountain where "the rocks are revealed", there are two gatekeepers, Zheng Dafeng and Taoist Xianwei.
Xiaomo, the pseudonym of Xie Gou's Manhuang Baijing, and these two Ascension Realm sword cultivators, one is at the peak and the other is perfect.
There is also the white-haired boy, the new genealogist Kong Hou, who is an ascended-level demon from the outside.
Coupled with the young people and children who have entered Luolu Mountain one after another, they are all like plants and trees sprouting in spring, thriving and benefiting all things.
Lu Chen said: "Previously at the top of Pomo Peak, Cao Rong asked me a question, saying whether the dispute between the Three and Four within the Confucian Temple favored the Literary Sage."
Chen Ping'an smiled and asked: "What's the truth?"
Lu Chen thought to himself and said: "It is said that in ancient times, there was no distinction between day and night in the eyes of gods."
"Thousands of years later, people on the mountain now only know that it was the little master who made the calligraphy, and the ritual sage Haoran who made the tripod, who separated the heaven and the earth, and was able to connect the heaven and the earth."
"In fact, this move by Li Sheng has completely cut off the possibility of Taoist priests in the world to reach the sixteenth realm."
"The founders of the three religions all know this very well, especially my master. He calculated this result thousands of years ago before the meeting by the river."
"When the human world and human hearts are divided into good and evil, there is truly a difference between heaven and earth."
"So Wen Sage's human nature is inherently evil, which seems to be in confrontation with the sub-sage's inherently good nature. In fact, it is because of this that he joins forces with the sub-sage to open up the world again."
Hearing this, Chen Pingan hesitated for a moment, but still did not take out the drink.
At the school, I made a rule for myself not to use magic.
Lu Chen smiled and said: "Do you know why Wen Sheng is most partial to you, a closed disciple?"
Chen Pingan remained silent.
Lu Chen said slowly: "Cui Chan is too smart, so he has no patience with the stupid people in the world. In addition, he takes a long-term view, so he is full of worry and anxiety about the world. He once wanted to end things with the world.
, but in the end he chose to make peace with this world that disappointed him so much, and said goodbye to all the people he cared about in his heart without saying goodbye."
"Cui Chan should devote himself to studying Buddhism, treat all living beings with equality, and then overcome the barriers of words and completely transcend the barriers of heaven and earth. It will be easy for him."
"He has always been tolerant to the people under the mountain. Otherwise, he would not be alone. He would go to sea to visit immortals. He was just worried that his sword energy would affect the energy of mountains and rivers in various places. But he always had a bad temper towards the mountain practitioners because he had a bad temper in his heart.
Deep down, I always feel that a Taoist monk should have a matching Taoist heart. In short, a person's actions should be equivalent to his knowledge. Therefore, after practicing swordsmanship, the higher his swordsmanship, the more alive he will be.
He has to become more and more entangled, because he feels that no matter how good his sword skills are, it will not help."
"You and I should have gone to the mountains to learn Taoism, leaving behind benevolence, justice, etiquette, wisdom and trust, and only seeking Tao and virtue."
"Liu Shiliu, because of his background and age, he initially saw no distinction between good and evil in the world. Even if he worshiped the old scholar as his teacher, he only recognized the old scholar as a person, nothing more."
"So your senior brother Jun Qian can actually become a god, at least as high as the twelve high-ranking gods in ancient times."
"Qi Jingchun, what a pity."
"As for you."
Having said this, Lu Chen picked up an empty wine bottle on the table, raised his head, shook it hard, smashed it, and said with a smile: "Chen Pingan, you are so pitiful."
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Lu Chen, we have been friends for many years, don't mess with my Taoist mind."
"When I was young, I didn't have the charm to suit the vulgar world. My nature was to love mountains and hills. I was quite good at Taoism in my middle age. In my later years, I lived in the south of the mountains. When I got older, I became more forgetful, but I never forgot my lovesickness."
Lu Chen picked up his bamboo chopsticks, tapped the wine bowl, and sang leisurely: "Those who abandon me will not be able to stay in yesterday's day; those who mess up my heart will have many worries in today's day."
"Following the fish, the spring breeze rolls up the embroidered curtains, and the dogwood tree comes once again. Listening to the songs of mountain ghosts, the years are getting older, keeping people by the side of the wine, intoxicating the world with you, and plum blossoms elsewhere."
At the wine table, except for Lu Chen's voice, Chen Ping'an never spoke a word, only Gao Niang's thunderous snoring could be heard one after another.
Not far away, Zhao Shuxia and Ning Ji were already walking on their way back to the school. There was an old tree on the bank, with lush branches and leaves, and old green trees.
Along the way, the two people have almost finalized their identity as brothers. Although they don't talk much, they talk very well. This may be due to the fact that they have slightly different backgrounds but are in similar situations.
In short, I have endured hardships in my youth, and it is as strong as if I didn't drink water and ate several large pieces of dry biscuits and then swallowed them.
They stopped here. There was a green and quiet small pool on the other side of the stream. In Ningji's painting of the long river of time, he saw with his own eyes many times the strong young boy from the village going into the water, holding an iron iron with a handle woven from bamboo strips.
Raise your arm high with the hammer, and then hit it hard on the big and small rocks. The stream fish hiding underneath will faint. It must have been the result of being struck by lightning. It almost floats on the water, allowing people to pick it up and throw it into the fish basket.
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Some people first select a place where swimming fish gather, and first build rocks upstream, as if building a dam, and finally encircle the entire shallow pool.
Ning Ji smiled and said: "Taoist Master Lu said that scholars should know how to fish in dry marshes and catch fish in the water. In fact, it is the same truth."
Zhao Shuxia didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Did Headmaster Lu give the wrong order?
But Zhao Shuxia quickly frowned.
Seeing that Zhao Xia had no intention of moving for the time being, Ning Ji had nothing to do, so he squatted on the shore, picked up the stones at hand and threw them into the small pool.
Lu Daochang passed by this place before and said with a smile that in late spring, when all the flowers outside the mountains are withered, this tree will flourish alone and stand beside the stream.
Zhao Shuxia heard the words "fishing in the dry lake". Although he was just a pure martial artist, he thought of a scene on the mountain for no reason.
What if the fish swimming in the stream were compared to Qi practitioners in the world, and the water pouring down from the mountains and condensing here could be regarded as the aura between heaven and earth?
It is natural for a fish to swim in water. Perhaps they don’t know that water is water. So when a qi practitioner is in the world, does he also regard practicing Taoism and refining qi as a matter of course?
Zhao Shuxia's eyes moved upward, from the stream to the mountains, to the top of the mountain, and finally to the sky.
Ning Ji finally asked: "Senior Brother Zhao, what are you thinking about?"
Zhao Shuxia came to his senses, looked away, and smiled with the young man: "It's nothing."
They returned to the school together and held a very simple ceremony.
It was nothing more than Chen Pingan sitting on a chair and drinking a bowl of tea brought by Ning Ji.
Apart from the young senior brother Zhao Shuxia, the only person watching this ceremony of becoming a master and accepting a disciple was Lu Chen, who had his arms wrapped around his sleeves.
Ning Ji kowtowed, and Chen Pingan helped the young man stand up.
At this moment, a poor old man who was tired of life quickly crossed the threshold and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's okay."
Seeing that the opportunity was not good, Lu Chen wanted to apply oil on the soles of his feet, but the old scholar stood up on tiptoes, put his arms around his neck, and forcibly put his arms around him. He sighed in a complaining tone, and made a gesture of raising a glass of wine with one hand.
"Let's go wherever we go. It's rare for us brothers to meet each other, so we can't, eh?"
Lu Chen stretched out his hand and patted the old scholar's arm hard, and said firmly: "I'm so sorry, I'm busy with business, I have to go back!"
The old scholar nodded to Chen Ping'an and the others with a bright smile. At the same time, he dragged Master Lu to the wine table outside the door and said, "It's not too late to have a good drink. Let's talk a little more about the quarrel."
You have participated, I have also participated, and I have won both. It was just one morning and one night. Unfortunately, I didn't meet. Today, I will make up for it. Let's chat while drinking. As for winning or losing, I don't care about it. Headmaster Lu just takes it easy.
Already."
Lu Chen raised his hands, "I admit defeat!"
The old scholar let go of his arm, twirled his beard, smiled, and nodded: "Master Lu is so courageous. If you admit defeat, you will lose half of it. If it is spread out in the future, it will definitely be a good talk."
Ningji looked confused.
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "I am your husband's husband."
Ning Ji wanted to kowtow, but the old scholar stepped forward quickly and held the young man's arm, "No, just bow to him, sincerity is enough."
The young man turned to look at his husband. Chen Pingan smiled and nodded, and the young man bowed to the old scholar respectfully.
The old man quickly fluttered his clothes and sleeves, straightened his back, and accepted the salute with a smile.
Teachers who preach and students who seek to learn must be calm and calm. Teachers must be rigorous in their studies and have a calm demeanor. Students must be respectful, courteous, and calm when studying.
The old scholar smiled from ear to ear, which is very good.
The delighted old scholar turned to Lu Chen and said with a smile: "Don't worry, there will never be any news about admitting defeat tonight!"