Chapter 1174 The invincible hand on the wine table
Chapter 1174 Invincible at the wine table
Green mountains and masters make an appointment as soon as they meet. There are thousands of peaks outside the building, when the pen has not retreated from its tip. White clouds appear in the mirror, before the bright moon sets on the steps. The sun rises over the East China Sea, and it is another day.
A little girl in black, carrying a cotton parcel across her body, holding a green bamboo cane, and carrying a golden pole on her shoulder. Her early morning mountain patrol lessons have come to an end, and she is going out to explore the world!
A few days ago, she made an appointment with the Zuo Guardian of Qilong Lane on the place, date and time. She would meet over there at Huimeng Mountain, and today they were going to Huanghu Mountain together.
Running along a path in the mountains behind Jise Peak, his two short legs ran like wheels.
The wind blows through the mountains and forests, blowing in large pieces, rustling bamboo leaves, and bursting with pine waves, listening to the sounds of nature.
As the days when the good mountain master returns home become longer and longer, the Right Protector becomes more courageous day by day.
Nowadays, not only does he patrol the mountains between Jise Peak and Jiling Peak twice in the morning and evening, Xiao Mili will occasionally take a trip to Huimeng Mountain, and even travel all the way to Huanghu Mountain.
Mainly because I heard from Jingqing that there is a county magistrate Zhima Guan who often goes fishing over there in Huanghu Mountain. His name is Fu Hu. He seems to be the parent official of Pingnan County. He somehow got to know his master.
Xiao Mili didn't feel sorry for Fu Hu's fish catch, but mainly felt that Magistrate Fu was an ordinary man who had never practiced Qi, but there were many strange aquariums in the lake with considerable strength, including the one that weighed more than two hundred kilograms.
There are quite a few herrings. Magistrate Fu, don’t be caught by fishes if you don’t succeed in fishing.
Huanghu Mountain was once the territory under Shuijiaohong, and a water palace was opened at the bottom of the lake. The two Dragon King baskets of Chen Nuanshu and Chen Lingjun were refined into a landscape formation here.
There are several old tea trees on the mountain, plus the spring water from Yuanmu Peak. Every year during the Grain Rain period before Ming Dynasty, the old cook would go up to the mountain to pick tea, and then return to the house to fry and make tea. Xiaomi Li would praise him a few times every time he drank tea. "Okay."
The taste is sweet and refreshing.
At a pavilion on the mountain road north of Huimeng Mountain, Xiao Mili met the Zuo Guardian and wandered toward Huanghu Mountain together.
He took out the pastries he had prepared long ago and gave half of them to Protector Zuo. They were peach blossom cakes and almond cakes from his own New Year's shop in Qilong Lane.
After eating the pastry, Xiao Mili clapped her hands and said with a smile: "Guardian Zuo, do you know that not only the Huanghu Mountain owned by Sister Hongxia, but also the Dharma Protector Formations on many other vassal hills in our family are all paid for by Chief Zhou?
Hey, I have a lot of money."
The native dog nodded.
That Zhou Fei is indeed rich, a local rich man, who spends money without blinking an eye. There can be a few more chief ministers like this, no matter how many they have.
Xiao Mili said in an old-fashioned manner: "That Fu Hu who likes fishing by the lake is the magistrate of Pingnan County, a real official. I heard from Jing Qing that Magistrate Fu used to be the top person in the Dali Capital City News Office.
, coming to Pingnan County to be the county magistrate is an official position, not a promotion, but a reuse. If the two of us really meet this Magistrate Fu, remember to look at my eyes and act, we will both be smarter."
The local dog continued to nod. Chen Lingjun was right, he was just a sesame official, but being able to take charge of a county in Dali Chuzhou has a much better future than working as an idler in Qingshui Yamen like the Jiebao Office. His family must have a background, remember he has a surname
Fu's name seems to be Fu Yu. He was the prefect of Baoxi County and he was a son of a wealthy family in the capital. He first worked as a clerk for Wu Yuan who handled copywriting and accounting books. Is he probably related to Fu Hu?
Xiaomi Li looked down and asked doubtfully: "Does Protector Zuo know this? Could it be that Sister Nuanshu was right when she said it, and you can reshape your body?"
The native dog shook his head quickly.
If Xiao Mili finds out the truth, not to mention Luo Po Mountain, Tongyezhou Qingping Sword Sect may also know about it. In fact, it doesn't matter if everyone knows, but Pei Qian cannot know.
This Guardian of the Left Riding Dragon Alley actually had a name already, Han Lu.
If it hadn't been for Pei Qian, it had a "real name", and it had eaten the elixir as food, it would have been successfully refining it long ago.
When I think of that little Heitan... I can't bear to look back on the past. Even after Pei Qian turned into a girl and before she went to travel to Luzhou in Beiju, she seemed to have deliberately told Xiao Mili that you are colleagues in the officialdom, so don't scheming.
, we must love each other, and when she is not at home, ask the Zuo protector to come to your place from time to time. Don't wander around all the time. The world is dangerous. There are some masters who steal dogs. They are good at catching dogs. They don't use meat buns, just
So with just one bend down, you can wrap a dog in a cotton robe and abduct it. Without anyone noticing, the guardian turned around and ran into someone else's stew pot. We can't eat dog meat... You guys are here at Old Chef
Let's eat together over there. Don't starve. Protector Zuo, except you, remember to remind the old cook to throw a few more bones on the ground together.
If you don't eat, you won't give face. It's easy to be accounted for by millet grains, and then settled by Pei Qian after he returns home. If you eat, your status will be reduced.
Xiaomi Li looked left and right and saw no one around, so he pulled out a satin cloak from his cotton satchel, tied it up, and showed off his crazy sword skills.
As a result, in a pavilion with white walls and black tiles in front, a figure wearing a green shirt and a long coat suddenly walked out, with gentle eyes and a smile, looking at the "smelly" millet grains.
Xiao Mili looked embarrassed, and quickly ran towards the good mountain master who came without saying hello, and said shyly: "It's a bit childish."
This navy blue cloak is just the right size when worn on Xiaomi Li, and it looks like the craftsmanship of an old chef.
"Why are you so childish? It's because you don't understand the point that you feel awkward."
While speaking, Chen Ping'an made a motion of twisting an object with two fingers and flicking his wrist, "All the heroines in the world are like this."
Xiaomi Li followed suit, stretched out his hand to pull up a corner of his cloak, then shook his wrist vigorously, making a clattering sound.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
I see!
Chen Pingan said seriously: "Do you still feel naive now?"
Xiaomi Li grinned and said, "It's so majestic."
Chen Pingan nodded to the native dog, and it immediately understood and went off on its own.
I chatted with Xiao Mili about the current situation of the lower sect, and said that the Qingping Sword Sect has newly established three prefectures, six divisions and eight bureaus, and who will be the official and who will be in charge of what.
Xiaomi Li was confused after hearing this, and frowned with two yellowish eyebrows, remembering to be serious. Is it so good to listen to God?
After Big White Goose became the leader of the sect, things were different. He was so willing to hand out official hats to others.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Sect Leader Cui is teaching me how to do things."
Xiaomi Li blinked her eyes.
Chen Pingan held back his laughter, "You didn't tell Pei Qian about the hero book, did you?"
Xiaomi Li shook her head vigorously, "I made an appointment with Baishou Baijianxian, the master of Pianran Peak of Taihui Sword Sect, so I can't talk about it."
But Xiaomi Li and Pei Qian talked about the little matter of Bai Shou and the good mountain master calling themselves brothers.
At that time, Pei Qian had a dark face and said it was very good and he had written it down.
Xiaomi Li said something from the bottom of her heart, Bai Shou and Hao Ren Shanzhu have a really good relationship. It can be seen that although Bai Jianxian never said it, he actually admired Hao Ren Shanzhu in his heart. Well, the old cook used an analogy and said
Just like a teenager who meets an adult whom he admires from the bottom of his heart, because he is worried that there is nothing to talk about, he likes to say "I can drink!"
Pei Qian's face softened and he nodded, saying that Bai Shou was able to become Liu Jianxian's direct disciple only because of his master's matchmaking. This guy always talks about things that are neither too big nor too small. He never called Master Liu Jianxian before, and every one of them had the surname Liu. There were no rules at all.
No.
Chen Pingan rubbed his chin. Since it wasn't Xiao Mili who tipped off the news, who leaked the news to Pei Qian?
Xiaomi Li scratched her face, but still felt that she had to give a hint to the good mountain master.
"Ha, it's definitely not Jingqing."
Chen Ping'an touched the little girl's head, pretending to be surprised and said: "I see, it seems that I have wronged Jing Qing."
Chen Pingan let Xiaomi Li ride on his neck.
Just like a father pampering his own daughter.
The little girl folded her arms on the head of the Good Man Mountain Master, rested her round chin on the arms, squinted her eyes and smiled, and told the Good Man Mountain Master what interesting things she had seen during the mountain patrol yesterday and the day before yesterday.
, for example, there is a big toad on the road, it walks very slowly. Near the Xuxin Pavilion, a bird whose name cannot be named has built a nest. The pavilion with the longest name is thirty-six steps away.
Damn, those tea slices are almost ready to be eaten. Unfortunately, the kiwi fruit is still small. Someone secretly carved words on a red painted pillar of the Rain Pavilion. Magpies are chirping, often announcing good news on the branches...
"Wow, there are so many new things, it's so interesting."
"That's not so interesting."
Mr. Da spoke to his neighbors and presided over the canonization ceremony of Beiyue Mountain Piyun Mountain. Zhou Guo was responsible for going to Zhongyue Mountain and Zishan Mountain. Minwen and Lihou were responsible for the canonization ceremony of Dongyue Mountain Qishan Mountain and Xiyue Mountain Ganzhou Mountain respectively.
Previously, they only stayed in Luopo Mountain for a short while. Dao Lin quickly followed Wei Bo to the Tiger Mansion to discuss the ceremony process. Among them, Li Hou took the time to visit the Luopo Mountain accounting office. Wei Wenlong was so excited that he could not even speak.
Chen Qingliu and Xin Jian left Luolu Mountain together, planning to visit the Autumn Wind Temple that had no owner yet.
New and old friends were all leaving, and Chen Lingjun was reluctant to leave. Jing Hao, who had two drinks a day these days, pretended to be reluctant.
Gao Geng, Jing Hao's direct disciple, Sword Xiu Bai Deng, and the ghost named Yinlu had already gone down the mountain long before them, and they could be said to be hiding from alcohol and hiding in the open.
He had two drinks a day, and every time he had morning drinks, Chen Lingjun would not bother that stupid girl Nuanshu.
Chen Lingjun went all the way to the mountain gate and made an agreement with Immortal Master Jing Lao that whenever he traveled to Liuxia Continent in the future, he would be the first to visit Qinggong Mountain.
He gave Chen Zhuoliu a package and said that it contained some pastries from the New Year's shop, dried fish from the river, tea from Huanghu Mountain, honey from Xiancao Mountain, etc., which he said could be taken on the road and used as food and drinks.
With the voice of my heart, Chen Zhuoliu, please stop saying a few weird and mean words to the old immortal Jing. They are just too big-hearted and too lazy to argue with you, so don’t bite your nose in it.
Chen Qingliu just slung the gift-laden parcel across his body and left without even saying a word to Chen Lingjun.
The boy in Tsing Yi was so angry that he had already prepared polite words such as "I have to say goodbye after a long journey". He endured it again and again, but finally couldn't hold it back. He took two steps in three steps, jumped up, and kicked Chen Qingliu in the butt.
, cursing and cursing, fuck you uncle.
Jing Hao pretended not to see anything, but her eyelids were trembling.
A few figures from behind, getting further and further away.
Chen Zhuoliu suddenly raised his arm and shook it slightly.
Chen Lingjun was then satisfied and moved to squat next to Taoist Xianwei.
Xianwei, who was sitting on a bamboo chair basking in the sun, couldn't help but ask: "Jingqing, have you never been to the Confucian Temple?"
Chen Lingjun was stunned for a moment and said doubtfully: "On Luopo Mountain, I am the only one who has been to the Chinese Confucian Temple. Who am I? Why should I go there? I can enter once I have done so."
On the contrary, Xianwei was deceived by Chen Lingjun, and felt helpless and said: "I didn't mention the Chinese Confucian Temple, it's just the kind of county Confucian Temple that can be seen everywhere."
According to the Haoran etiquette system, Confucian temples were built in every county in all countries in the Nine Provinces.
Chen Lingjun looked pitifully, raised his hand and patted the Taoist priest Xianwei on the shoulder, reading stupidly.
"You're not talking nonsense. There are so many large and small Confucian temples along the Yujiang River in Huangting Kingdom. How can I never go there?"
The Xianwei became more and more puzzled, since he had been there, why could he not recognize those scholars? Except for some small county Confucian temples in barren and remote places, ordinary county Confucian temples, or slightly affluent county Confucian temples, all of them would hang Confucian temple signs.
Zhe's hanging portrait.
Chen Lingjun felt a little guilty, and he was ashamed to say that he had not gone to the Confucian Temple much, but of course he had been there before. "When you enter a mountain, you have to worship the top of the mountain, and when you go into the water, you have to worship the water house. Did you know? When you enter a temple to burn incense, the most important thing is to be sincere.
Ling. Every time I go to the Confucian Temple, I first offer incense, and then go to the main hall to worship the hanging statue. I look hard at the hanging statue of the most holy teacher outside the door. I must not be distracted, look away, cross the threshold, and kneel on the futon.
, just kowtow to him!"
In Chen Lingjun's view, this means worshiping the biggest mountain. For example, when you go to Beiju Luzhou, as long as you have that blessing, you have to have a good relationship with the fire dragon master who takes both black and white. Another example is when you go to Liuxiazhou, you have to
The first one to visit Qinggong Mountain, he got close to the respected and broad-minded Jing Lao Immortal.
After saying this to Chen Lingjun, Xianwei understood clearly and was convinced that it was indeed something Chen Lingjun could do.
Captain Xian looked at the boy in green with a look of pity and patted him on the shoulder, "Fellow Daoist Jingqing, you really don't follow the ordinary path."
Chen Lingjun laughed loudly, "They are all valuable experiences in the world that cannot be bought with a lot of money. You can learn from them."
The return date was constantly postponed, and Gao Jun, the leader of the Hushan Sect, who had been delaying it again and again, was finally willing to leave Luolu Mountain and Piyun Mountain, and she took the lead in returning to the Lotus Root Blessed Land.
Zhong Qian was two days behind Gao Jun and was reluctant to return to his hometown of Tianxia. If this unambitious martial artist in the Golden Body Realm hadn't been the number one martial artist in Fudi, he would probably have stayed at Jise Peak.
In the private house, I continued to dip green onions in sauce every day, drink some wine, and read a few miscellaneous books borrowed from Brother Dafeng and Taoist Xianwei. When it was time to eat, I ran to Zhu Lian to wait and help serve the dishes.
After eating, I helped clear the dishes with the girl in pink skirt, and finally ordered a few dishes with the old cook. I was looking forward to the next meal.
That day, a visitor came from the Niujiao Ferry side and went straight to Luolu Mountain.
The white-haired boy appears and disappears, and she, as the music compiler, should be as dedicated as Xiao Mili's ear reporting god.
Among all the visitors, a fifth-level qigong practitioner finally came!
It was Zeng Ye, the head of the Five Islands Sect in Shujian Lake, who took a ferry from Dali Capital to this side. The white-haired boy recorded the year, month, day, and identity in the genealogy.
Zeng Ye politely refused the genealogy officer's guidance and walked to the Jise Peak Bamboo House. Chen Pingan put down his pen and took Zeng Ye to the stone table by the cliff to sit down.
Chen Ping'an asked with a smile: "Have you been to Dali Capital City?"
Zeng Ye nodded, but stopped talking.
Chen Ping'an said: "Have you seen her already?"
For no reason, Zeng Ye burst into tears.
Chen Pingan was silent for a moment. He really didn't know how to explain Zeng Ye, so he could only say: "Go and sit with Zhu Lian when you have time, and you can talk to him about this matter."
Zeng Ye gathered his thoughts and chatted with Mr. Chen about the situation of the Five Islands Sect. Chen Pingan listened carefully and gave some suggestions on what details Zeng Ye could pay attention to.
After that, Nuan Shu came here and stood far away on the bluestone path. She did not disturb the master of the mountain while he was discussing business with Master Zeng. After the conversation was over, she walked to the stone table and took Master Zeng with her.
Arriving at the residence in the mountains. At the door of the house, Zeng Ye took the key, thanked Nuanshu, entered the house, put away his luggage, hesitated for a moment, and went directly to Mr. Zhu, who was the housekeeper in Luopo Mountain.
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The door of the old cook's house was always left open, so anyone could come and visit.
Zhu Lian was lying on the wicker chair, shaking the cattail leaf fan, sat up, and said with a smile: "Master Zeng, I'm glad to meet you."
Zeng Ye bowed and said: "Zeng Ye from the Five Islands Sect has met Mr. Zhu."
Zhu Lian held a cattail leaf fan in his hand and shook it, "My family, please don't be polite. Sit down and chat."
The young man once worked as an accounting assistant for his son on Qingxia Island.
Zeng Ye sat on a bamboo chair under the eaves and told an old story from many years ago. The beginning of the story is that the young man was brought to Qingxia Island by a benefactor named Zhang Jing, and saw Mr. Chen who was haggard but had shining eyes.
, he was wearing a cotton robe and had a gentle temperament. Zeng Ye also talked about how this young man was afraid of Gu Can. At the beginning of this landscape story, it had nothing to do with wine. After that, Mr. Chen lived next door, a timid and cowardly young man.
He gradually felt relieved and met some people and things, ghosts and debts related to Shujian Lake, but not Shujian Lake. When Zengye was about to talk about the girl from Huangli Mountain, Zhu Lian stood up and said
After waiting for a while, he went to the wine cellar to get a pot of wine, opened the mud seal, and handed it to Zeng Ye. Zeng Ye drank the wine, not knowing whether it was a person drinking wine or a wine drinking people, and continued to tell the story.
I went to Da Li Capital and talked about the reunion under the bright sun. There was a girl squatting and reading a book. In the story in the book, there was a timid young man named Zeng Ye. There was also a girl who might not have liked Zeng Ye until the end of the story.
, I don’t know that Zeng Ye likes me, or maybe I know but pretends not to know about Miss Su.
At the end of the drink, the jug was empty, but Zeng Ye still drank with his head raised.
Zhu Lian shook the cattail leaf fan and said softly: "The young man originally thought that if he wanted to meet his beloved girl again in this life, he would have to find her and wait for her for a hundred, hundreds or a thousand years. If he didn't find her, I believe that the young man would be able to wait for her forever.
I continue to like it. But the world is so strange. It seems like a dream has come true. I have finally found the girl I like. Logically speaking, this is a rare and lucky thing. I should be extremely lucky, but I start to worry about gains and losses. But let’s say
Sad, but it doesn't seem to be heart-breaking. I feel that it definitely shouldn't be like this. How can it be so heart-wrenching? It shouldn't be like this. It's broken into small pieces, scratching the heart and lungs, and causing knots in the liver and intestines."
"This taste is not bitter, but astringent."
"I completely forgot about Miss Su and fell in love with the current Miss Liu. I feel sorry for the former."
"I have been attached to Miss Su for a long time, and at the same time I like Miss Liu, but I feel sorry for the latter."
"Just because deep down in your heart, you have to admit that they are not the same person after all."
"Who you like, who you don't like, who you like at the same time, but you don't like anyone anymore. It seems like no matter what you do, it's always a mistake."
"We are not the kind of people who like to pretend to be confused while pretending to understand. Since we know clearly that it is wrong, how can we really put our minds at ease?"
Zhu Lianxiao asked: "Zeng Ye, if I had known that it would be so annoying, would you have regretted meeting Miss Su? Would you have regretted going to the Great Li Capital this time?"
The former young man Zeng Ye, now the leader of the Five Islands Sect, shook his head vigorously without hesitation, "Absolutely not!"
Zhu Lian nodded, "I see it, at least I feel relieved. As for some new regrets, just keep them in my heart for a long time. Zeng Ye, after hearing this, if you ask me, don't you have nothing?"
Did you do it? Then I have to ask you, have you really done nothing? Listen to me, go back to the capital, and put the affairs of the Goto Sect on hold for one or two years, or two or three years, when you get to the capital.
, the only thing you have to do is to force yourself not to do anything, so as not to make more mistakes, otherwise people's hearts will become more difficult to deal with. Find a livelihood for ordinary people over there, and maybe one day the answer will be found by yourself.
Your heart is gone."
Zeng Ye nodded and said in a hoarse voice: "I listen to Mr. Zhu, and that's what I'll do."
After hearing what Mr. Zhu said, Zeng Ye felt much better.
Zhu Lian smiled and said: "The last thing I want to say to you is that when it comes to love between men and women, don't have too high expectations, and don't have no hope in your heart."
Zeng Ye grinned and said, "I remember."
Chen Ping'an had actually been secretly standing outside the door, listening attentively. After hearing this, he quietly left.
There was a girl in a pink skirt further away. Chen Pingan raised his finger to his mouth, then smiled and nodded to her. Nuanshu gave her a blessing, walked lightly, and went to work elsewhere.
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I took a trip to Feng Yuan Ferry on the southeast trade route of Luzhou in Beiju. At dusk that day, it slowly docked at Niujiao Ferry.
Chen Pingan, Xiaomi Li and Chen Lingjun have been waiting here for a long time.
While they were waiting, the little girl in black borrowed a golden pole from the boy in green, where they exchanged blows and competed in swordsmanship. Xiao Mili stood still and waved the green bamboo stick, while Chen Lingjun moved around, jumped up and down, and shouted.
Yes, it's a joy.
Jia Sheng, who was respectfully called Jia Lao Shenxian or Jia Banxian by the local people in the town, walked behind Zhang Lu Changsheng, who was temporarily serving as the chief steward of the ferry. The blind old Taoist priest who was on the ferry deck sniffed hard, ha,
It's like the mountain breeze in my hometown is carrying the fragrance of wine.
It's been a long time since I had a heart-to-heart talk with brother Jingqing over wine and fistfights, and the old Taoist priest felt uneasy all over.
Chen Pingan put his hands on his sleeves and said with a smile, "Thank you for all the hard work."
Dressed in a snow-white robe, the Patriarch of Luolu Mountain Master Lü, she gave a blessing and called out "Master" in a soft voice.
In fact, according to Chen Ping'an's original idea, this long-lived Taoist friend he met in the Old Deaf Prison could serve as the accountant of Luo Po Mountain. She and Wei Wenlong were both fictitious and real.
But later Cui Dongshan became the master of Zhanglu.
After returning home, Chen Pingan asked Pei Qian privately what her impression was of Zhang Lu Changshou.
Pei Qian told the truth. He first said some good words to set the stage, and finally came with a sentence that was very perceptive after watching it for a long time.
Chen Pingan was relieved.
It seems that Changshou being the manager is the best choice, bar none.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "The new steward of this Feng Yuan Ferry will be an old sword cultivator named Xing Yun, who is the new enshrinement of the Qingping Sword Sect. The identity of Old Immortal Jia remains unchanged, and he will still be the second steward.
.As for the ferry, of course it still belongs to our sect. Changming, as the patriarch of the sect, you run the ferry business all year round. As the leader Cui said, it is indeed a bit outrageous."
Generally speaking, it is more than enough for a cross-continental ferry to have a Jade Purity monk at the helm. What’s more, Xing Yun is also a sword cultivator from the Great Wall of Sword Qi.
Chen Ping'an talked to Jia Sheng again about a new Jade Sea Academy built by Qingping Sword Sect. The mountain chief was Mr. Zhong, and he planned to invite Jia Sheng to be a lecturer at the academy.
Xiaomi Li held the green bamboo stick in his arms and stopped to applaud silently. Chen Lingjun, who was helping to carry the golden pole, was a little confused. Both Big White Goose and Zhongfuzi accepted money from Brother Jia? Otherwise, you have a college, not a wine table, Brother Jia
Can you go over there and talk about hammer?
Chen Ping'an said with a smile: "Knowledge of worldly matters is knowledge, and knowledge of human nature is knowledge. Master Cui and Master Zhong both recognize Master Jia's extra-book knowledge, so I will help you agree to this matter."
"ah?"
Immortal Jia was panicked for a moment, "But Pindao has always been outspoken and straightforward, and he is not very tactful. How can he deserve this praise?"
Chen Ping'an put his hands in his sleeves and smiled silently.
Chen Lingjun rolled his eyes and scratched his cheek.
Immortal Jia stamped his feet in annoyance. Look, he said the wrong thing again, didn't he? If he looks down on his own conduct, how can he look down on the vision and love of Sect Master Cui and Master Zhong?
Chen Pingan explained: "Cui Dongshan might be joking with you. Who is Mr. Zhong? You know very well that if an outsider is in charge of teaching in the academy, Cui Dongshan can't just put people in if Zhong Qiu doesn't nod.
.As for the specific content of the teaching, the Feng Yuan ferry will go south to Tongye Island and arrive at Yulin Ferry. Master Jia will go and chat with Master Zhong himself."
Jia Sheng rubbed his hands and said: "Bite the bullet and give it a try. If your virtue is not suitable and you are unable to be qualified for the position of instructor, you don't have to be a master to drive people away. The poor Taoist will just pack up and get out."
Changsheng asked: "Master, I heard that the Five Sacred Mountains will be enthroned soon. Do we need to prepare gifts here?"
For a major happy event on a mountain such as the enthronement of the Five Mountains, as a rule, the sects and Daxian mansions within a continent need to congratulate and express their gratitude. Usually it is the sect leader who writes a letter personally, and prepare another one that matches the status of the mountain.
of congratulations.
Chen Pingan said: "Except for Jin Qing and Fan Junmao, as for the other tigers, we at Luopo Mountain will not stick our hot faces to our cold butts."
Jia Lao Shenxian immediately understood the meaning and was very satisfied.
The manager, Changming, smiled and said: "We met some experts at Luzhou in Beiju earlier. Manager Jia had a chat with them, and the answers were fluent and very decent."
Jia Lao Shenxian said with a blushing face: "Drinking will cause trouble. If you can't keep your mouth shut, drinking will cause trouble."
Chen Lingjun slapped Jia Sheng on the arm, "Brother Jia, it's okay, you've done another great job!"
Who doesn't know it well? It's not easy to praise people for their long life.
Jia Sheng said helplessly: "It can't be counted, it can't be counted, not to mention what kind of miraculous feat it is. Now that I think about it, I still have lingering fear and fear. I'm afraid that something was wrong at the wine table, which will affect the views of those masters on our Luo Luoshan."
Oh no."
In the officialdom, it is the same up and down the mountain. Not only are you afraid that not saying anything or not doing something will be a mistake, but you are even more afraid that saying something wrong and doing something wrong will be even more wrong.
Chen Lingjun laughed and said: "What are you afraid of? As long as we are at the wine table, Brother Jia, you and Liu Jiuxian are both invincible!"
Jia Sheng had a big headache for a while. How dare he compare with Liu Jianxian.
Chen Ping'an asked curiously: "Oh? How do you put it? Who did you meet and what did you talk about? Please tell me carefully."
Changsheng then narrated the detailed process of that wine shop. Chen Pingan listened attentively.
It turns out that at a fairy ferry in Luzhou, Beiju, Jia Lao Shenxian accompanied Zhang Lu Changsheng and negotiated a business with the local fairy house. There was a restaurant nearby that happened to sell a kind of wine called "Shuangquan Liquor".
I know that Jia Sheng is a good drinker, and they have settled the business. Naturally, Zhang Lun has no objections. As a result, he just happened to meet a group of people who had already sat down to drink in the restaurant. Compared with the last time in Qilong Lane, there was less whirling.
There are two old men in Confucian shirts with a pale appearance, and a dull old man who looks like a servant. The two familiar faces among them are Pang Chao, a wooden guest from Luoyang who once visited Qilong Lane in the small town.
, and the female cultivator Qin Buyi.
Qin Buyi was generous and took the initiative to invite Zhang Lv Changming and Jia Sheng to have a drink together.
The three old gentlemen looked like one was rich, one was noble, and the other was poor.
Among them, Huang Zhenshu claimed to be a lecturer at Xiushui Zhitai Academy.
There is also an old master named Zeng Xinxu, who said that he was once a editor in a small country, but now that he has no official position and is young, he travels to great places with two old friends who rarely take a break.
The last one is named Fan Cheng, and he doesn't like to talk much.
Jia Sheng was still a little restrained at first, but after drinking a few glasses of the fragrant mountain fairy wine, he immediately became more courageous. Although the old Taoist priest was very measured and would never dare to get drunk, but in that tipsy state,
It's really wonderful. In addition, Huang Zhenshu is quite talkative, and he is very good at toasting and persuading people to drink. After going back and forth, Jia Lao Shenxian started chatting.
We talked all the way about Luo Po Mountain, Master Chen, morality and knowledge... He talked endlessly, and the words of Immortal Jia seemed to have no taboos, but in fact they were all just right.
When Huang Zhenshu, who had the most affinity with drinking wine, talked about Mr. Nanfeng, Jia Sheng drank it all in one gulp and said, "Nanfeng's article is unique in the world, the battle between rivers and stars."
Changming, the director, noticed that the old master named Zeng Xinxu smiled and shook his head when he heard this.
Huang Zhenshu asked with a smile: "That young mountain master admires popular articles such as "Daoshan Pavilion" and "Mochi Ji"?"
The old master seemed to be waiting for the blind Taoist at the wine table, and he uttered those words of praise that were all cliches and clichés.
Jia Sheng laughed loudly and shook his head repeatedly, "The reason why my mountain master admires Mr. Nanfeng so much is not only because of the strict and correct words of the article, but also the layout. My mountain master said frankly that if it were limited to this, the world's most powerful writers would
There are thousands of famous articles, shining like stars, and Mr. Nanfeng is just one of them. Articles such as "Daoshan Pavilion" and "Mochi Ji" are of course excellent, but they are just one.
Well done. The thing that our mountain master admires most sincerely is not how beautifully written some of Mr. Nanfeng's masterpieces are. Instead, it lies in the old master's articles with mixed reviews, such as "Yuezhou Zhao Gong's Disaster Relief"
"Records" and "Yihuang County Academic Records" are the most recognized! What's more, Mr. Nanfeng's words and deeds are consistent, he is able to apply what he has learned, pays attention to economic current affairs, truly cares about the suffering of the people, and never talks on paper! To tell the truth, our mountain
The Lord likes to copy books, reading, taking notes and excerpting as he goes, but the entire article is copied..."
Immortal Jia put down his wine glass, stretched out his hands, and turned it over again, "At most twenty articles. In terms of quantity, Mr. Nanfeng is the leader, with four articles per person!"
"There are so many beautiful articles in the world and the sea of books is endless. It's like picking out twenty Li pearls. Is it easy?"
The old Taoist priest's words are true. The mountain owner Chen Ping'an really has great respect for Mr. Nanfeng.
But to say that I said these "praising words" to Jia Sheng, I didn't mean them sincerely. They were far less exaggerated than what the old Taoist priest said.
At that time, I was just sitting with Jia Sheng in the courtyard of the old cook, eating melon seeds and chatting. The content of Chen Ping'an's words was still very simple.
Zhu Lian agreed a few words, but the old god Jia moved the books to the wine table.
"Of course, my mountain master also said that this is just his family's opinion and personal preference. There is a certain relationship between those 'Li Zhu'-like articles and those that have not been selected, and the level of knowledge between the two, but there is no absolute relationship.
, after all, everyone has their own aesthetics and interests.”
"Is it interesting for scholars to just curse heaven and earth and curse people? Is it interesting? Is it meaningful? I don't think it is possible."
"Good knowledge cannot only be destructive to the world. It also needs the ability to repair and build. If it is torn down, it must be rebuilt. But you cannot just pat your butt and walk away. Just put it aside."
"Since scholars use their words to convey the truth and pass it on from generation to generation, how can the real gain or loss of an article only lie in the brilliance of literary talent and the beauty of a fire dragon? How can it not be related to the control of chaos?"
"Being able to ask questions is good. Being able to solve problems is even better."
Two old gentlemen, Huang Zhenshu and Zeng Xinxu, looked at each other and smiled knowingly. They then coincidentally turned their eyes towards the silent old man with an expressionless face.
Isn’t it quite like that literary sage who reasoned and lectured on the scriptures with you, Shao Gong?
I like and am good at paying attention to the progressive and interlocking layers. I don't easily deny it, but I also don't easily believe that the real good is often at a higher level.
"I am a poor Taoist with little talent and little knowledge. I am no different from ordinary people. I just admire Zeng Wen Dinggong's wonderful writing. It was only after chatting with the mountain owner that I felt that this master is the most distinguished from those literary giants who are famous in history."
The difference is the most powerful thing. Shanzhu said that in dealing with the world, you need to be considerate and thoughtful, and you must be unique. Not only must you not be vulgar, but you must also be unique and elegant. But writing and being a person,
If you want to be 'different' without saying weird things, behaving absurdly, or deliberately using strange writing style or obscure content to attract people's attention, it will be as difficult as reaching heaven."
Pang Chao had long given this blind old Taoist priest a series of sincere excuses, and he was completely confused.
Before drinking, he was still a little reserved and behaved kindly and politely, but he never thought that after drinking, the old Taoist priest would be... like a god.
Pang Chao did not read much, but Qin Buyi, who was from the same hometown as Bai and lived in the same era, knew the weight of these praises.
To put it simply, if this old Taoist priest is not talking nonsense, it means that in the mind of Chen Pingan, this Mr. Nanfeng, who has never been masked before, is completely comparable to the most proud Bai Ye in the world, Haoran Suzi.
.Is it even worse?
When it comes to improvising, an old Taoist priest would never be able to say something like this in a hurry.
Huang Zhenshu laughed in his heart and asked, "Has this Taoist priest recognized our identity?"
Qin Buyi was not sure.
There are so many magical things on Luolu Mountain.
The most dull old master shook his head gently and finally gave the answer.
Zeng Xinxu asked with a smile: "I would like to ask Taoist Master Jia, what does your mountain master think of the articles written by several of Su Zi's proud students? For example, 'Su Huang' is the word 'Huang'?"
Jia Sheng hesitated for a moment, drank the wine in one gulp, and drank to strengthen his courage, "We at Luolu Mountain always treat others with sincerity. The owner of the mountain did mention Mr. Chonghe, and said that if he was lucky enough to meet that
The talented old Master Huang can have a good drink and talk about life with him, but he cannot discuss trivial matters in the world with him. A piece of silk and satin can be exchanged for several meat buns, and a few kilograms of charcoal can be exchanged for a piece of silk and satin. This is called... a rich man's overnight stay
In the mountains, I mistook the stream for the sound of rain."
"My mountain master really likes the saying 'Lights of ten years of rain in the rivers and lakes, a glass of wine in the spring breeze of peach blossoms'. He likes it so much that he can drink a whole jug of wine alone just by thinking of this line of poetry. But he really doesn't like the saying 'Look at the harvest of others'
"Dao Wu Feng Liang", Chen Shanzhu, who disliked it so much that he almost never talked about people behind their backs, drank in depression and asked himself repeatedly how the old master could write such heartless poems."
When the old Taoist priest said this, he sighed softly, poured himself a glass of wine, raised it high, and apologized to the sage from afar, "I have offended many people, don't blame the sage."
Zeng Xinxu laughed loudly, while Huang Zhenshu smiled and nodded, "The scolding is on point, so you have to hold your nose to recognize it."
Qin Buyi and Pang Chao found it even more interesting.
A young man who suddenly becomes famous, keeps his joy and anger hidden, and achieves great achievements in becoming famous. With such a city and such skill, most of them are heroes, saints, and even great traitors.
If today's meal is just to listen to the blind Taoist priest say some witty and kind words, even if he is sincere, it still doesn't mean much.
After hearing this, Chen Ping'an actually guessed the identities of the two old masters. Mr. Zeng Wendi, Mr. Nanfeng, and Mr. Chonghe, who was under Su Zi's sect.
Chen Pingan then asked, "The last old gentleman, what do others call him?"
Changsheng smiled and said: "We all call him Shao Gong. From the beginning to the end, I never had a word with Jia Sheng."
Chen Ping'an was speechless for a moment. The old master's real name was more than that.
He has profound knowledge and is extremely skilled. He is especially proficient in the Three Tombs and Five Classics, astronomical calculations, and Heluo prophecies. He is a great master who has continued the incense of ancient classics and paved the way for modern classics.
It is not only an official school respected by various countries, but also a prominent school within the Confucian Taoist tradition. It belongs to the master among masters and can be said to be the master of masters.
Although he is famous for his rigorous scholarship and can be called a Confucian scholar who studies heaven and earth, he is simple and slow in speech and is extremely poor at words. If his disciples have doubts, they usually write to ask for advice from their teacher, and the old master also answers in writing.
.This is also an interesting anecdote within Confucianism.
But for some unknown reason, this person was not worthy of enjoying the Confucian Temple.
There are even rumors that this person once closed the door and sat opposite an old scholar who came to visit. They each wrote and "quarreled" on the paper. You came and I wrote thousands of words.
The result was that in the end, the old scholar gave a thumbs up and praised the other person for his good handwriting.
It stands to reason that such secrets, which only "God knows and Earth knows, you know and I know," will never be spread to outsiders, at least they will never be spread among the disciples.
But it happened that within the entire Confucian school, there was a rumor that there was a nose and eyes, how Shao Gong's face turned red, how old Xiu Cai was there, and won this tough battle while talking and laughing.
Chen Ping'an also knew that Wen Yu, the deputy headmaster of Tongyezhou Tianmu Academy, was this person's unnamed disciple, both his teacher and his friend.
Jia Lao Shenxian came to the wine bureau and said a few words of his own opinions. For example, scholars of an era have their own academics. Like entering a siege, it is full of limitations. Who can predict the trend of cultural trends in the next thousand years?
, is the world's top scholar, who can join the pre-stream of the source. The term "pre-stream" is originally a Buddhist term. The two old masters looked at each other and smiled. This was the first time they heard this explanation.
As for the unsmiling little old man, although he looked poor, Jia Sheng was at the wine table, intentionally or unintentionally toasting to him several more times.
Wait until Luo Luo Shan Zhang Lu and Jia Lao Shenxian say goodbye and leave.
Mr. Nanfeng twirled his beard and smiled, "I didn't expect that Lord Chen Shanzhu would praise him so much. Nothing is more fortunate than being in a foreign land and meeting a close friend."
It’s no longer just hearing a few nice words, but a lifetime of hard work that has never been understood by others can be truly recognized and cherished by others.
When it comes to the heart, it is like drinking fine wine.
The dull old man, who had been drinking without any expression from beginning to end, stood up and came to the window. He had a wide view, as if he opened the window and let himself into the river.
On the Niujiao Ferry side, Jia Lao Shenxian asked cautiously: "Mountain Master, is there anything inappropriate or inappropriate in my words?"
Chen Ping'an said with a smile: "Chen Lingjun is right, Master Jia is invincible at the wine table."