As far as the eye can see, it is deserted and lifeless.
But in fact, flowers and plants grow luxuriantly here. It's just that there are no bustling cities and towering giant trees, so it seems so quiet and less lively.
There were two horses riding side by side, a man and a woman, riding a scrawny and inferior horse, while the other was an extremely handsome rouge horse.
A young Taoist priest, wearing a blue cotton-padded Taoist robe, swayed his shoulders as the horse's back jolted, and said with a smile: "The old horse knows the way, go slowly, return late, and it's better to be late."
The other woman had a pretty face, but she remained expressionless.
It is more appropriate to say that it feels like a world away.
It was Lu Chen and Zhu Lu who left Haoran Tianxia.
Lu Chen went directly to Bai Yujing without Zhu Lu.
But this "Lu Chen" is of course just a talisman clone.
Lu Chen pointed forward, "I worked as a Daanke Taoist officer in a small Taoist temple in front of me for several years, and I got along well with them. Before dark, as long as the two of us work hard, we will definitely make it there.
Just spend the night there."
Zhu Lu just nodded silently.
In his hometown, Zhu Lu had actually seen some people who liked to play in the world of mortals and indulge in wine and sex with immortals. As for the kind of outsiders who could not be judged by their appearance, they were also not uncommon.
However, during their journey, many sights would still make Zhu Lu feel strange and unbelievable, but this was mostly because having Master Lu beside him always made some ordinary things become extraordinary.
At the entrance to the market, there is a red paper gift from a certain temple with black characters on it, which says the festive "Tiger Welcomes the New Year".
At that time, Lu Chen said, "The pavilions on the roadside, the Taoist veins on the mountains, and the human writings will not be destroyed for a long time, but they are immortal."
They passed by a river. It was a hot summer season, exposed to the scorching sun, and there was no rain for a long time. There was the withered Hebo, standing in the dry river bed, squatting on the cracked ground, taking a spoonful of water, and smiling with a mountain god on the bank.
Heheyan said, "I did it, you can do whatever you want."
When He Bo saw the figures of the two cavalry, he asked loudly, "You are Taoist priests who know the magic of immortality. Can you do a good job and send down a sweet rain?"
Lu Chen put his hands in his sleeves and cursed, "Master Tao doesn't know any magic, do you want to urinate?"
He Bo began to scold the passing Taoist priest who seemed to be mentally ill. He was so angry that he would beat the guy as soon as he threw the white bowl.
The Taoist priest seemed to be waiting for this moment, and suddenly laughed, "Okay, okay, good sign, peace to pieces!"
The Taoist priest stretched out his sleeves and lightly snapped his fingers. In an instant, dark clouds rolled in, heavy rain poured down, and raindrops the size of soybeans poured into a dry river bed.
In the county town, Lu Chen took her aimlessly through the streets and alleys, encountering wild cats in the old alleys and local dogs in the courtyard walls. Lu Chen would stop and wonder what he was thinking.
In a land with abundant rain, there are jade pickers holding wooden sticks, walking in groups in the rapids of the river, just stepping on the stones to judge whether the jade is good or not.
Lu Chen would roll up his trousers and let the red deer stay on the bank. Lu Chen would then conjure up a green bamboo stick and strode through the river, stepping on it here and knocking on it there.
There was a president of the capital who was responsible for compiling books. On his way back to his hometown, the old man had a good chat with Lu Chen, who he met by chance in the mountains and forests. After reading his palm and saying a few good words, an old and upright official with little savings was attracted by Lu Chen.
"I cheated" a lot of gold and silver.
Sleeping in the open air on the top of the mountain, this headmaster Bai Yujing actually put up a mosquito net while eating candied fruits while shouting at the mosquitoes that they would bite me if they could.
At this moment, Lu Chen twisted his wrist and conjured up a small plate and a pair of chopsticks. After taking a sip, he turned around and asked, "This is called Eight Treasures Taro Paste. Do you want to try it?"
Zhu Lu shook his head.
Lu Chen said with a smile: "Now you are thinking about how to climb high and reach the top again. In the future, you will understand the truth. Those who can enjoy happiness are the real gods."
Zhu Lu said: "Then we'll talk about it later."
Lu Chen nodded, instead of retorting or giving a lesson, he echoed, "That makes sense."
Zhu Lu suddenly asked: "Am I really not dreaming?"
Lu Chen chuckled and said: "Dreams within dreams, dreams within dreams within dreams, does it mean it will be better if we understand it clearly?"
Zhu Lu asked: "Are you really Lu Chen?"
Lu Chen couldn't help laughing, "It may be, it may not be, it depends on your mood."
Regardless of the degree of obscurity and the killing power after Hedao, just talking about the beauty and magic of Hedao's method, Lu Chen claims to be number one, and he deserves it. No one will compete with Lu Chen on this.
Lu Chen's Five Dreams and Seven Hearts have never been hidden from the outside world. Therefore, Lu Chen's Fourteenth Realm of Hedao is the most... open. You know it, remember it, you don't know it, or you have heard about it.
It doesn’t matter if you forget, it’s all at will in the world.
The Taoist priest dreamed of the Confucian master Zheng Xu. A living person dreamed of sleeping with a skull on his head. He dreamed that the oak tree was alive, and the dream turtle was dead. In the dream, he turned into a butterfly and didn’t know who I was and who was who.
In addition, there are seven objects of the mind: chicken, toon tree, mole, Kunpeng, oriole, quail and butterfly.
Four of the dreams have been interpreted, so that fellow Taoist monk whose pseudonym is Mao Zhui can hide wherever he wants.
As for the seven objects of the heart, the oriole, which can detect the destiny of literature, has long been recovered. The wooden chicken is Yu Zhenyi from the blessed land of lotus roots.
Kunpeng, a noble person from the Tianshi Mansion, has also been taken back. The old friend on the night voyage who had had the "Haoliang Debate" with Lu Chen, now that he has spoken, and Wu Shuangjiang knew about it at that time, Lu Chen was happy
The situation was smooth sailing. Only Mole was left in Haoran Tianxia by Lu Chen. He was not plotting against anyone, it was just for fun.
As for Lu Chen who was the first to propose that "eight thousand years is spring and eight thousand years is autumn", "there was a big chun tree in ancient times", this tree does not conform to the rules and regulations, so it is most useless. Lu Chen actually doesn't care whether he can take back this chun tree or not.
Xin Xiang, because this tree is Lu Chen's heart Tao tree, but it was transplanted from Haoran Tianxia and planted in Qingming Tianxia.
Lu Chen palmed his fist with his fist, "I have thought about how to introduce myself to new faces. I am not talented at all, my ancestral home is Quyuan, my name is Sanmu."
Just as Zhu Lu was about to speak, Lu Chen changed his palm into fingers, held it out towards Zhu Lu, and shouted softly, "Secret!"
Zhu Lu subconsciously shut up. It was only after a moment that she realized that this Headmaster Lu was trying to make things up. She could have spoken, "Is it interesting?"
Lu Chen crossed his arms across his chest, swaying on the horse, and began to look around, looking at the sky and the earth, "The sky is high and the sky is vast."
Beyond the sky, there is a crumbling secret realm that is about to be shattered.
Yu Dou paused in the air, his magic sword returned to its sheath and slung behind his back.
In the distance, there are three monks of the Fourteenth Realm standing side by side, all of whom are Zheng in the center. It is impossible to distinguish between the true body, the yang god and the yin god.
However, because one of them, Zheng, is in the middle and is wearing a Taoist robe and a Taoist crown, he is easy to recognize.
Yu Dou just glanced at "this person" and wanted to change the venue. They both spared no effort and used all their methods to have a real question.
What a lawless Zheng Juzhong.
Just because the "Taoist" Zheng Juzhong in front of him has no resemblance to his master in appearance, but his aura makes Yu Dou mistake him for the middle-aged master who looks like a young man in his true form and an old man in Dharmakaya.
!
Zheng Juzhong's Taoist techniques alone include more than a dozen Taoist channels, including the Five Thunder Zhengfa of the Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain, and even the untold secrets of the fourth floor of the Three Cities of Baiyujing.
In addition, Zheng Juzhong can also fake the real ones, freely imitating the natal characters of Confucian sages, the seals of Western Buddhism, countless side swordsmanship, military magical powers, long-lost ancient secrets, and the talisman formations of Mr. Three Mountains and Nine Lords...
The two Zhengs disappeared and secretly returned to the world.
The last one, Zheng, sat cross-legged in the middle and stretched out his thumb to wipe the blood from his cheek. He was worthy of being one of the four immortal swords, indeed unparalleled in sharpness.
It would be great if I could get the Sun Palace owned by the Master of Bixiao Cave, and I could forge my own sword.
It's a pity that when I visited the Taoist Temple in Tongyezhou Ouhua Paradise, the two parties couldn't agree on the "price".
Zheng Juzhong asked: "Yu Dou, do you know how many ten thousand years there were before ten thousand years?"
Yu Dou did not hide it, and said calmly: "I heard that there are ten thousand, it's just a hearsay. I'm not interested in these. If you go out, you can ask my master."
Zheng Juzhong smiled and asked, "I heard that Lu Chen went to a weird world."
Yu Dou nodded and said: "There may be countless worlds, and Junior Brother Lu has been to one of them. He stayed there for many years, to be precise, countless years in consciousness, so that Junior Brother Lu came to
In the end, I couldn't tell whether it was hundreds of millions of years or hundreds of millions of years. When he returned to Bai Yujing, I didn't ask any more questions, and it was rare that he didn't chat more. He just said that he was over there and just used his two fingers.
He can smash countless stars, and with just one thought, he can transform into a vast and bright river of stars. He has only reached the middle stage of his cultivation. Every time he boasts or boos, it is already a collection and release of the rules of the entire world.
.Later on, Junior Brother Lu was there, with a Taoist heart as tough as his. He was still so desperate that he could only self-destruct again and again, but he had to reshape his Taoist body, change his identity, and recover part of his memory at a certain moment. The higher the realm, or
Active or passive, he will eventually remember everything. Later, he had to make enemies for himself and let himself kill him with his own hands, so there were hundreds of so-called geniuses with amazing talents, perseverance and opportunity.
There is no shortage, some may be smooth or bumpy, some may be high-spirited, some may be sad and angry, some may be silent, some may work alone, or with several fellow Taoists, or in groups, attracting tens of thousands or millions of fellow Taoists, and finally
Whether he, the so-called villain, was successfully killed or failed, there are countless stories to tell."
Zheng Juzhong smiled and said: "It sounds exciting."
If it were anyone else, Yu Dou would have really asked him to give it a try. Even if he couldn't completely imitate that world, it would not be difficult to find a similar "dojo".
But since it’s Zheng Juzhong, forget it.
To deal with such a person, once a dispute breaks out, we can only use higher killing power to kill him completely. There is no other way.
Yu Dou was about to return to his master, but he suddenly thought of it and stopped and asked, "Zheng Juzhong, what do you want?"
I didn't expect to get the answer, but there were indeed too few things that interested Yu Dou, so I didn't hesitate to ask.
"For now, what I want for the time being..."
Zheng Juzhong put away the futon, stood up, and said with a smile: "I want to be defeated in this fight, but I want to be killed together."
Yu Dou looked at him, shook his head, and said with a smile: "What a madman."
In an instant, Yu Dou, who had just turned around, suddenly turned his head, "I finally know who you are."
Zheng Juzhong smiled and said: "Then why don't you call me Master quickly?"
I didn't think that Yu Dou was pretending, so what Zheng Juzhong was thinking about at this moment was a name, Zhou Mi?
Or is it a monk who will successfully achieve the fifteenth level of Taoism in the future? If this is the case, then completely cut off the long chain of cause and effect, and use this to determine a "now" and confirm that the so-called long river of time is actually nothingness.
, is a kind of great prison, completely transcending this thing, to be precise, it is the imprisonment of this name, which may be the opportunity to step into the sixteenth realm in the future.
So it is really necessary to go and see the evil spirit who governs the long river of time.
Yu Dou carried his sword and left with a smile.
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Aquarius Island, the capital of Yuxuan Kingdom.
More than twenty years ago, a foreigner named Ma spent a lot of money here to buy an old mansion of the former prime minister.
In the capital, the wealthy and powerful families, even the Ma family's neighbors, only regard the Ma family as an outsider with a few bad money.
A young man named Ma came to the family ancestral hall early this evening. After entering the door, he neither offered incense nor worshiped the statue, and jumped directly onto the beam to lie down.
The maid Shudian and the disciple Wangzu did not follow him into the territory of Yuxuan Kingdom. They were all ants. Maybe someone sneezed or lifted his foot and landed on the ground, and they would be crushed to death by useless people like them.
Yu Shiwu advised him not to come back.
Ma Kuxuan said that the man wanted revenge, and he wanted to repay his father's debt, which was completely justified.
Since the other party finally couldn't help but take action, why should you hide?
Ma Kuxuan was lying down, with his legs crossed, a piece of licorice pulled from somewhere in his mouth, and he snapped his fingers.
A mountain god empress was ordered by Ma Kuxuan and was directly dragged out of the golden statue by him.
After she realized that it was Ma Kuxuan's method, the Mountain Goddess, who was standing on the beam, sat down hurriedly.
Ma Kuxuan opened his eyes, looked at the beautiful caisson, and said: "My brother, I didn't lie to you, he really wanted to help you change your name, but he didn't have the ability. Now the Great Li Dynasty has changed
Oh my god, the mountain god of Lujiao Mountain, who has a very good relationship with the Ma family, and is your immediate boss, would not dare to do such a favor at this time. But Ma Yanshan can't do it, I can do it, and I can help you change the name of the mountain. The only request is,
It’s just that you changed your name first, Song Fu. This name is so good that you don’t seem to be worthy of it.”
How could the female mountain god Song Fu dare to say no?
The scenery of Zhe'er Mountain is extremely beautiful. From a distance, you can see the court official holding a jade wat, while from a close view, you can see a beautiful woman with her hair in a bun. According to the golden and jade genealogy issued by the Dali imperial court, Song Fu was a seventh-grade god in the same hierarchical officialdom.
, at least it became popular. She thought about changing the name of the mountain to "Zhenyao", which sounded better and had a better meaning. The last time Ma Yanshan was drunk again at her liquor store, she was angrily rushed here to arrest someone.
After scolding my sister, the indifferent Ma Yanshan promised that she would help change her name before leaving the wine shop.
Ma Kuxuan's biological brother is a genuine son of a wealthy man and a drunkard. Even Ma Yanshan's prostitute, his sister Ma Yuemei, helped him cheat in the exam.
As for Ma Yuemei, she likes to mess around. At a young age, she has read too many novels about gods, monsters, and rivers and lakes. She specially hired a family member to worship her. He is a martial arts master who washes his hands in a golden basin. He helped her cultivate a group of girls.
The maids all carry swords. These girls are all genuine practitioners in the eyes of the common people, not just showy.
There is also that cousin Ma Che, who seems to be a young prodigy recognized by both the government and the public. In fact, Ma Kuxuan doesn't care about his academic skills or conduct. He is young, has strong blood, and wants to sleep with a few plump, MILFs.
What's wrong with the woman? Just go to bed if you can. It doesn't matter if you have the status of the princess or the princess, or the imperial wife. If you can't sleep with them for the time being, you can continue to look at the portraits painted by yourself and use your hands.
Ma Kuxuan smiled and said: "Song Wei, I think my luck is very average, what do you think?"
Not daring to care about the new name, Song Fu said timidly: "I think Master Ma is very lucky."
Ma Kuxuan nodded, apparently satisfied with this honest answer, but he shook his head again, "Anyway, they are not as lucky as the young people of the same generation in these families. They have a brother named Ma Kuxuan. Who should I, Ma Kuxuan, call my eldest brother?"
"
Song Fu was speechless.
Indeed, they all have a backer, who is the first of the ten young people in Aquarius Continent. As for the identity of Zhenwu Mountain Genealogy Monk, Ma Kuxuan himself does not take it seriously, Zhenwu Mountain does not take it seriously, and it seems that the outside world does not take it seriously either.
But only speaking of the siblings Ma Yanshan and Ma Yuemei, they have never seen the eldest brother once.
Everything about my brother Ma Kuxuan.
It is said that.
At home, parents only talk about it. Other than that, the brothers and sisters can only hear about it.
The Ma family, which is deeply rooted in Yuxuan Kingdom, now has countless family properties.
The largest restaurant and Xianjia Inn in the capital, it also has a Xianjia Ferry located in the capital, and two private ferries that can cross half of Aquarius Island.
But Ma Yanshan was not interested in the fairy gentlemen and fairies flying around on the mountain.
He is a good drinker, and the only thing he thinks about his hometown, besides worshiping his ancestors, is to attend a night banquet at Piyun Mountain and have a drink there.
Asking his sister, who had a somewhat similar appearance, to take the exam for him, Ma Yanshan got the status of a prostitute. He was regarded as an errand in the Hanlin Academy. In fact, whether he went to Dian Mao or not just depended on his mood.
Neither His Majesty the Emperor nor the court said anything.
The family left their hometown and moved here. After more than 20 years of development, with four generations living under one roof, it can be said to be flourishing. With the addition of those younger brothers, it is said that the newly compiled family tree has the names on it.
More than a hundred.
Ma Kuxuan stretched out a palm and started counting. Every time he thought of a name, he bent one finger and finally made a fist.
Longquan Sword Sect Xie Ling seems to have just broken through again. Yu Shiwu of Zhenwu Mountain may be Ma Kuxuan's only friend. Cai Jinjian of Green Hinoki Peak in Yunxia Mountain is a direct disciple of Liu Laocheng, the leader of Zhenjing Sect, and a descendant of the Yunlin Jiang family.
Jiang Yun. Fengleiyuan Sword Cultivator Liu Baqiao.
Ma Kuxuan raised another hand.
Zhou Ju, deputy head of Guanhu Academy, Shanze Yexiu, Taoist Zhao Xutuo, and Luolu Mountain Sword Master Sui Youyou, because she went to Tongyezhou, her genealogical certificate and identity were also moved to that lower sect, which is equivalent to giving Baoping
A position has been vacated by the younger generation of talented monks in the continent.
Ma Kuxuan thought for a while and seemed to have missed someone. He couldn't remember who it was.
As for the specific ranking of those eight people, Ma Kuxuan certainly couldn't remember clearly.
Ma Kuxuan bent two fingers, made a fist again, and said: "Song Wei, have you heard of the old saying, a biting dog never barks?"
Song Fu nodded, "I've heard of it many times."
Ma Kuxuan raised his head slightly, used his hands as pillows, and said: "Zhengyang Mountain, where swordsmen are like clouds, doesn't understand this simple truth."
Song Wei reminded softly: "The door is open, and the discussion is about to begin."
Ma Kuxuan nodded, "Then let's just prick up our ears and listen."
In the family ancestral hall, today's discussion was held in a solemn and solemn atmosphere.
Sitting on the main seat was the pampered head of the Ma family, and there was a chair beside him, where sat the extremely skillful housewife of the Ma family.
In the lobby, red candles as thick as arms illuminated the entire temple as bright as day.
A plaque was hung with the hall number written on it.
Ma Kuxuan didn't even pay attention to what he wrote.
On the beam above everyone's head, there are two "gentlemen on the beam" that no one has noticed.
Ma Kuxuan turned his head and saw that his younger brother had an interesting question and answer with the beautiful woman selling wine in the mountain goddess's wine shop.
Will it rain tomorrow? Definitely not. But there will definitely be thunder and heavy rain one day, right? Then just hold a big umbrella.
Ma Kuxuan found this question and answer very interesting, so he was willing to help Song Fu change the name of the mountain. In fact, soon an official document would be sent down from Lujiao Mountain, allowing Zheer Mountain to be renamed Zheyao Mountain, and the mountain god Song Fu would remain unchanged.
Of course, Ma Kuxuan paid for it with his own merits, not to mention that it was just a change of the name of the mountain, not an elevation of the golden body.
As for whether Song Fu would change his name to Song Wei in the future, it didn't matter. There would be no benefit if he changed it, and there would be no harm if he didn't change it. Ma Kuxuan was not in the mood to care about such trivial matters.
In the ancestral hall, there are two young men among them. They are both famous now, so they are qualified to sit here.
They often and the wealthy sons and grandsons of Yuxuan Kingdom, whenever they feel bored staying in the capital, they will find a reason to leave together and participate in an unknown "autumn hunting" to the remote areas of several small countries in the south.
Under the leadership of local friends, they started hunting. When these goods arrived in the capital of Yuxuan Kingdom, they were just a bunch of lowly dog-legs. But in their hometown, they were the first-class sons of powerful people. The so-called safari, riding horses, wearing armor, and carrying bows
The targets of Saber's hunting are those "horse thieves" and "rogue bandits", and the local officials are very cooperative.
Ma Kuxuan, who was sitting on the beam, looked at them, then looked at everyone two chairs away, and suddenly found that Ma Yanshan, his biological brother, seemed to be much more pleasing to his eyes all of a sudden.
After all, he was one of the few smart people. All the young and old in the ancestral hall together were not as smart as Ma Yanshan.
Once upon a time, in the dark night, a young child was woken up and secretly listened to the noise in the lobby outside. Grandma tried to persuade her, but her parents didn't listen. Instead, they scolded her for being an old fool. As a result, Ma's family in Xinghua Lane got a disease.
It is because of the wealth and honor that Zhuang has poured into the sky that we have today's prosperous scene that everyone admires.
Ma Kuxuan always kept his eyes open, not bothering to care about anything, he just missed his grandma.
It is also the capital of Yuxuan Kingdom, with two counties in the north and south.
To the north is the rich and wealthy Yongjia County, and to the south is Changning County, a humble alley.
In a house not far from the Changning County Government Office, there is a small courtyard filled with flowers and plants.
The weather is nice tonight. Xue Ruyi, a female ghost in a red dress, is sitting on a swing, swaying gently.
There were several large boxes of clothes for her to choose and wear every day, which was actually quite frustrating.
Although this place is famous as a "haunted house", it is no different from other places in the capital. Even the nearby County God will not care about her. This is just because the judge who took up the post of the City God's Temple in the capital once ruled the Yin and Yang Division, the head of all divisions.
Six of them were senior officials, but they were old acquaintances with her. Because they had such a relationship, although she was a ghost, she also abided by the rules. She had hardly left home for so many years, so no one cared about her.
The middle-aged Taoist priest who set up a stall and told fortunes still went out early and came back late every day, rain or shine.
The pseudonym is Wu Di, and he claims his real name is Chen Jianxian. Invincible? Chen Jianxian?
Anyway, I don’t have a few truthful words, my ethics are not high, my ability is not great, but my ability to name myself is not weak.
She turned around and looked at the guy sitting on the steps brushing his teeth and gargling, and asked casually: "Taoist Master Wu, what realm are you in? Are you the legendary land god? Since you are a neighbor who you see every day without looking up,
It’s better to be honest with each other.”
The middle-aged Taoist priest smiled and shook his head and said: "My Taoist cultivation qualifications are just okay. I wouldn't blush to say he is 'fair', but he is indeed not the kind of earthly immortal recorded in the book."
Xue Ruyi sneered and said: "What did you say you should be honest when you go out? If I remember correctly, this sentence is your mantra."
The Taoist priest smiled and said, "I'm not lying. It's just that Miss Xue doesn't believe it. What can I do if I'm a Taoist? It's much harder than making money from other people's pockets."
Xue Ruyi asked with a smile: "You are already in your forties, and you are not yet a fifth-level god. Can your qualifications really be considered 'fair'?"
I remember asking this person how he became a qigong practitioner, and the other person said a "big talk" that sounded quite fairy-like.
When I was young, I learned mountain climbing.
The reason why she said such nonsense tonight was because she never expected to be told by this liar Taoist priest. On the spring equinox this year, there was no rain in the capital and the earth was unusually warm.
Moreover, the Taoist priest also said something divine at that time, saying that there might be thunder and loud noise on Qingming Festival this year, so she should not think too much about it.
After that, the Taoist priest also showed his knowledge of "sentence reading", which really impressed her.
The last time Judge Hong and Miss Ji came to the door together, or "visited", the painted door god posted on the door flashed with golden light. At that time, Judge Hong was not wearing the official attire, but the attire of an elegant scholar. As a retinue and subordinate, Ji Xiaoping, a brave woman
, wearing golden armor and carrying a seven-star copper coin-shaped magic sword. She has been in charge of the Yin and Yang Department of the Chenghuang Temple in the capital for three hundred years.
They call the female ghost who was born in Gong'e Ruyi Niang. Naturally, it comes from an old anecdote that has passed away.
Sure enough, as they said, Chunwei's Huiyuan title was at the top of the court examination, and after that, except for Ma Che, who was the top pick, the rest of the top picks, Tanhua and Erjia Chuanlu, were all candidates who had been determined long ago.
The weighing of a country's cultural fortunes is nothing more than child's play.
The military judge of the City God's Temple in the capital was involved. According to Ji Xiaoping's explanation, the military judge of the City God's Temple, who was as powerful as Mr. Hong, had every reason to prove that he was not bending the law for personal gain. In fact, not counting the arbitrary actions of the military judge.
Because it is indeed a loophole in the laws of Yin and Ming.
If there are some masters with evil intentions to help plan, they can indeed interfere with the ancestors' Yin virtues and Yang world's good deeds.
The key point is that among the twenty-four divisions of the Chenghuang Temple in the capital, the Wen Yun Division, which should have been under the direct jurisdiction of Judge Hong, all turned to Judge Wu, which can be regarded as a symbiosis.
Although she had known the inside story for a long time, Xue Ruyi was still angry when things really came to pass. In those days, she was so angry that she would find faults, scold the Taoist priest, and use him as a punching bag.
Fortunately, the Taoist priest wasn't upset. He just muttered and thought that there are always a few days in every month. I understand. Unfortunately, Xue Ruyi heard me and almost kicked me.
Tonight I heard Xue Ruyi sighing again.
"Miss Xue, as the old saying goes, a person sighs less often."
The Taoist priest smiled and said: "As the old saying goes again, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. Sometimes in life, you must have it."
Xue Ruyi laughed angrily and said: "It doesn't hurt to stand and talk. Besides, you have to be alone."
The Taoist priest smiled and said: "It is true that humans and ghosts are different, and that there are different paths to the dark world, but there is no alternative way, and there are no two principles."
Xue Ruyi couldn't help but sigh again. This guy has too many principles. He is really a Taoist, not a pedantic scholar who studies to death?
Definitely not, it must not be. If you are really a scholar, you will definitely not have as many ways to make money as he does. There are many ways to make money.
Xue Ruyi raised his head and looked at the bright moon, remembering that Ji Xiaoping had angrily said a few taboo truths at that time. The Mountain of the Prince of Xiyue, which governs all the landscape gods and the City God's Temple in Yuxuan Kingdom, and the Mountain God's Mansion in Lujiao Mountain are very important to Yuxuan.
The imperial examination chaos in the country has been ignored so far. It may be due to some unknown inside stories of the landscape, or it may be that they are kept in the dark. After all, the sky is high and the emperor is far away. Anyway, the result is Yuxuanguo's literary fortune. That's it.
It's a complete mess.
Xue Ruyi said: "Daozhang Wu, is it true that no matter where you go, officials will protect you?"
The Taoist priest sat on the steps, put the white bowl and the guy brushing his teeth aside, put his hands in his sleeves, and said with a smile: "To make a truth clear, we have to put aside the two extremes and talk about proportions. Among them, there are
There are differences between time and place. Each government office has its own doorway, what is the temperament of the chief official, and what are the old local customs. For example, this..."
Xue Ruyi already had a headache from hearing this, so she raised a hand and said, "Stop it!"
She is used to it, and the middle-aged Taoist priest has actually been used to it for a long time. He was about to get up and leave. He just made an impromptu idea and planned to cook a late-night snack for himself. The hot pot is very good, and there are some fresh ingredients in the kitchen. If you want to reward the five internal organs temple, you can't do it again.
Just one tooth.
Xue Ruyi asked abruptly: "Taoist Master Wu, do you think that if I were so bold and ignored the taboos of the officialdom, I would go pick a City God's Temple or Wenwu Temple tomorrow, prepare a piece of complaint, burn a talisman and submit it to the Xiyue Mountain
The picket department of the king’s mansion! Do you think it’s feasible?!”
Judge Hong has been promoted and transferred to a small state near the capital of Dali to serve as the city god of a state. The state is not big, but its rank is as high as that of the famous Chuzhou!
As an assistant officer, Ji Xiaoping followed Judge Hong and left the Chenghuang Temple, the capital of Yuxuan Kingdom. Of course, it was impossible to continue to serve as the chief officer of the Yin and Yang Division there. In name, it seemed to be "relegated", but in fact, the status was still the same as the old position.
It is still a kind of reuse that belongs to the officialdom.
In fact, after Judge Hong and Ji Xiaoping resigned, they informed Xue Ruyi that they had said hello to Lujiao Mountain. However, if there was no change in the results of the imperial examination, it meant that it was of no use. Don't be impulsive when taking office.
After the city god of Dali's native state, he would try his best to find a way to inform the prince's mountain on Zhongyue Daizi Mountain about the matter.
The Taoist priest smiled and said: "It's up to you, but make sure you agree in advance that I can't do this kind of thing like writing a petition. No matter how much money you give me, I won't talk about it!"
Xue Ruyi sighed, "If you have the courage to make money, don't you have the courage to speak out for justice?"
The Taoist priest smiled.
She covered her mouth and said with a smile, "Why did your wife fall in love with you back then? Was she attracted by your talent, or did she covet your looks?"
The Taoist priest stood there looking silly and happy.
Xue Ruyi jumped off the swing, stretched out her hand to hold on to a rope, and faced the Taoist priest. The female ghost smiled and said: "Whether it is Taoist Wu who is pretending to be a god or a ghost, or Chen Jianxian who is not a swordsman but admires him, I have been a neighbor for so long, I know
No matter how timid you are, you are still a good person!"
"good taste!"
The Taoist priest gave a thumbs up, "To be honest, when I was young and traveling around the world, I had an alias called Chen Haoren! I earned a great reputation in a foreign land."
Xue Ruyi said with a serious look: "I've said the good things, you can move out of the house tomorrow. I'm not chasing people away, I'm trying to persuade you to stay away from right and wrong. You don't have to steal or rob. You just make money based on your skills, but you end up with your crotch yellow."
The fate of mud."
The Taoist priest smiled and asked: "Miss Xue, listen to your tone, do you really want to burn a talisman and submit an ultimatum to complain?"
Xue Ruyi pretended to be relaxed and said: "I may regret it soon. You can move back to the house the day after tomorrow."
In Ganzhou Mountain, the mountain king of Yizhou is Tong Wenchang.
Is that what Xue Ruyi dares to think?
Huashan has two mountains for princes. In addition to Lujiao Mountain, which is destined to be unreliable, there is actually Luan Mountain, which is so majestic and unreachable that its main peak is several times higher than Ganzhou Mountain.
Although I still don’t dare to think about it, compared to Ganzhou Mountain, Luan Mountain has to bite the bullet and be brave enough to give it a try.
As for the foreign Taoist priest in front of me, in addition to making money and painting ghost charms, he seems to have some skills in fortune-telling. He actually recognized that the young man next door, Zhang Hou, was a Bisarong who was protected by his ancestors and had a good fortune in literature.
Man. Although she is a ghost in the Guanhai Realm, the art of reading Qi involves numerology, which is mysterious and mysterious. It is not something that ordinary Qi practitioners can master. Only those who have attained the Tao, or are the chief officials of the Cultural Movement Department of the City God Temple.
, dare to say that he is proficient in this matter. Of course, a Taoist priest who can pinch and calculate can probably be counted as one?
The Taoist priest once asked her why she didn't become a mountain goddess who was enthroned by the imperial court. It was better than looking at people's faces here in the capital.
The boy next door had an ancestral copybook with a total of thirty-six characters. Judge Hong, who was very discerning, said that it was thirty-six Li beads, which contained a profound and pure guidance technique, which could be regarded as the foundation of Zhang Hou's establishment of Taoism.
However, her exegesis knowledge was really average, and Mr. Hong and Sister Ji were, after all, officials of the same shady ways, and it was not appropriate for them to reveal secrets to young people in the world of the world. Therefore, Xue Ruyi could only bite the bullet, search everywhere, and study hard on her own.
While explaining Zhang Hou's doubts, the young man started on the path of cultivation and became a second-level Qi practitioner.
Then the Taoist priest "pretended to be an outsider, but he really did it".
Because he followed the Taoist priest's correct sentence reading method and was taught the cave opening technique and the fire sun refining technique for a fee, Zhang Hou actually broke through the realm and became a qi practitioner in the Liujin realm!
At first, the Taoist priest was reluctant, saying that he was a Taoist priest and how could he dare to mislead other disciples.
When Xue Ruyi offered to buy those kinds of ghost-painted talismans, the wealthy Taoist priest took advantage of the situation and immediately changed his story, saying that he had already seen that Young Master Le Zhang was a Taoist wizard...
However, even Judge Hong and Ji Xiaoping, the last time they came here to say goodbye to Xue Ruyi, could not see the roots and origins of the middle-aged Taoist priest. Ji Xiaoping said there were only two possibilities, either he was a profound Taoist.
He is a terrestrial god, or he is really just a lower-level five-level Qi practitioner who sets up a stall every day to earn some hard money.
Because of a young man who sold pictures of spring cows, Xue Ruyi once thought that the Taoist priest was a hard-hearted and sanctimonious pickle. At that time, she was almost kicked out of the house. Later, when she saw that he was really pitiful, she gave it up. In addition, she finally found out that he was actually not
That kind of person greatly changed her impression of this Taoist priest.
Since you have determined that he is a good person, no matter what his identity is, whether he is a real Taoist priest, a fake swordsman, etc., leave the house early. There is no place in the world where he cannot make money.
The Taoist priest smiled and asked: "Miss Xue, have you really thought about the consequences? If the officials protect each other and you fail to file a complaint, but are instead imprisoned by a certain mountain god's mansion, how will you resolve your bet and oath, and what will happen to Zhang Hou next door?"
Xue Ruyi pursed her lips and nodded slightly.
The Taoist priest remained silent.
There are many grievances in the world, which often come from doing something right but being isolated by everyone around you. In fact, there is nothing wrong with it. This is good. There is no need to doubt yourself about it.
But if you already know clearly what the consequences will be before you do something, that’s better. If the same thing happens again and you don’t do it, it doesn’t matter and you have to do it again, that’s even better!
The Taoist priest smiled and said: "I listened to Miss Xue's advice and will move out of the house tomorrow. Can Miss Xue also listen to my advice and put the complaint after the Qingming Festival this year?"
Xue Ruyi couldn't hold back her laughter, "Why, you have to look at the almanac to file a complaint. Are there any auspicious days? Tell me, what old saying should I tell you?"
The Taoist priest's eyes were clear and he didn't speak. He just looked at her or the swing next to her with a smile.
Xue Ruyi hesitated for a while.
The Taoist priest directly helped her make the decision, "It's settled."
Xue Ruyi let go of the rope in his hand, raised his hands, rubbed his cheeks vigorously, and curled his lips, "If only I had recognized the selfless mountain goddess empress of Luan Mountain, ha!"
After all, she was a lonely ghost. Normally, let alone submitting a complaint to Luan Mountain, she would not dare to approach the Mountain God's Mansion on the Prince's Mountain.
The Taoist priest said: "Even a poor Taoist doesn't recognize it."
Then the Taoist priest added, "But I know Tong Shanjun."
Xue Ruyi smiled and asked: "Do you recognize Tong Shanjun? Does Tong Shanjun recognize you?"
The middle-aged Taoist priest was speechless for a moment and asked tentatively: "I know what I say, do you believe it?"
Xue Ruyi smiled from ear to ear and said, "What do you think?!"
The Taoist priest cupped his hands and smiled and said: "Miss Xue, let's meet again in the mountains and rivers. See you in the future?"
Xue Ruyi nodded and remembered something, "That's right,
When will you introduce the friend named Zhong you mentioned?"
The Taoist priest claimed that he had several friends in the mountains who were extremely powerful. Among them was a friend named Zhong who would help introduce him.
The Taoist priest smiled and said: "It's easy to talk. Just say that you are my friend, and you will definitely become a friend."
"The tone is loud!"
Xue Ruyi finally couldn't help but burst into laughter and pointed at the Taoist priest, "Why don't you say your name is Chen Ping'an? Chen is a good person, haha..."
The Taoist priest's eyes were full of smiles, but his face was feigning anger and he said: "You are so outrageous. Even if you don't call Master Chen Jianxian, you are not allowed to call him Mr. Chen!"
Looking at the middle-aged Taoist priest in front of him, he thought about Mr. Chen's statement, and then remembered a widely circulated statement. It didn't rhyme at all, it was a limerick.
The gentleman has a handsome appearance, wearing a green shirt and a white jade hairpin. His sword flashes in the air, and his head falls off...
Let's look back at the middle-aged Taoist priest in front of us. He can't be considered crooked and cracked, but he can barely be considered a decent person. Not to mention Chen Jianxian, the master of Chenshan Mountain, ask yourself, Taoist priest, is he related to "Qingjun"?
She coughed a few times, then made a sound, and turned around to spit.
The middle-aged Taoist priest sighed in a raised tone, turned around and left, "What a shame!"
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Huaihuang County, outside the old school.
Jun Qian said: "No one can make mistakes without being a sage. If you know your mistakes, you can improve a lot."
Ma Zhan's smile became increasingly bitter, "Senior Brother Jun Qian, you don't know something. Back then, Senior Brother didn't even give me a chance to correct my mistakes myself."
It turns out that after Ma Zhan died, his senior brother Cui Chan, who was the master of the Great Li Kingdom, only gathered Ma Zhan's soul, and then let the latter watch and do nothing.
"Besides, I didn't think I was wrong at that time. I always thought that Shanya Academy was too loose. Compared to Senior Brother Qi, who didn't restrict anything and allowed those who wanted to study to study in other countries, at least 80% of the students
, just left and never came back. Among the scholars who came back, 10% of them still couldn't survive outside. So I more agree with the approach of Shen Chen, the Minister of Civil Affairs. It is your freedom to choose to leave, then you will be in Dali in the future.
If you can become an official, you won't have so much freedom."
Jun Qian said: "I really don't know how to comfort people."
What's more, he didn't understand the twists and turns, the rights and wrongs of the past, but he simply felt that since his junior brother was willing to invite Ma Zhan here, it was equivalent to recognizing Ma Zhan's status as a senior brother within his own family background.
Junior brother's recognition actually means that his husband still recognizes Ma Zhan as his student.
Otherwise, the relationship between Jun Qian, Ma Zhan, and even Mao Xiaodong was actually relatively normal back then.
Seeing that the atmosphere was getting a bit dull, Jun Qian had no choice but to find something to say, "I guess senior brother dug a hole for you on purpose."
Ma Zhan shook his head and said: "Flies don't bite seamless eggs. We are also junior brothers. Senior brother would not plot against Mao Xiaodong like this."
"Mao Xiaodong's ambition is only to teach and educate people, preach and teach, so that all good scholars can learn. He is obviously more of a scholar than me. I am too selfish and want to control Cliff Academy. It would be me instead.
When you are the leader of the mountain, you must change your course so that the seeds of reading in the Great Li Dynasty will not flow to outsiders. No one can go out to seek fame and fame, and then come back to serve as an official. When I become a gentleman in the Confucian Academy, I will not mix things with Senior Brother Cui anymore.
With his academic achievements, he entered the Dali Temple and served as the Minister of Rites, and eventually became a Confucian saint and entered the Confucian Temple to serve as a companion to the sages!"
"At that time, I thought about our lineage of literary saints. The statue of Mr. Sir was moved out of the Confucian Temple, all his works were banned by Haoran Tian, and even the statues were smashed by the bastard! Brother Cui's deviance is tantamount to being incompatible with the cultural lineage.
I completely drew a clear line between left and right, went to sea to visit immortals, and turned to focus on swordsmanship! Although you, Liu Shiliu, are Mr.'s disciples, you have never been able to take the lead in the cultural context. What's the use of having a high level? Qi Jingchun
He only guarded a cliff academy that was only a few steps away from the capital of Great Li. He came all the way to Aquarius Continent. Instead of helping Senior Brother Cui, he hindered Senior Brother Cui in every way. Could it be that Qi Jingchun really didn’t care about his senior brother at all?
Friendship can only lead to quarrels?!"
Hearing this, Jun Qian was not angry, but felt a little guilty. After all, Ma Zhan could not find fault with himself when he complained about it. Of all his fellow disciples, he was indeed the most unreliable and useless.
As for the content of the scolding of Senior Brother Zuo and Junior Brother Qi, it definitely didn't matter to them anyway. When Senior Brother Zuo heard it, he could at most touch Ma Zhan's head and say "his own words" before taking action.
Ma Zhan said with a sad face: "The result is completely wrong. It seems to have always been like this. He knows that he is slow to learn everything. Needless to say, Senior Brother Cui, Mr. always said that Senior Brother Cui can almost teach him knowledge. Qi Jingchun is qualified
He is extraordinary at being able to draw inferences from one example to another. He only needs to read so many sage books once to understand them. Every time I asked him for advice, no matter how rare the book or how unpopular the knowledge, he seemed to have already read it.
As for those who have not read it, Qi Jingchun asked me to read the entire article to him. After listening to it once, Qi Jingchun was able to answer my questions. He was always right, because I held the same
I have asked my husband many times in private about this question. His answers are at least slightly different from what Qi Jingchun said. When I asked Senior Brother Cui, the answer was almost the same. I originally thought that if I was slower, I would be slower. At worst, I would not be as good as Qi Jingchun.
As long as I try not to make mistakes in my studies, I am different from Mao Xiaodong. He sincerely serves as Qi Jingchun's deputy and wants to be a teacher, but I am a national teacher in the Dali Dynasty because of Senior Brother Cui.
Just came here."
The person who colluded with Ma Zhan at the beginning, Emperor Cui Ming of Guanhu Academy, was a descendant of the Cui family of his senior brother Cui Chan.
But the more obvious it was, the more indifferent Ma Zhan became. He did have selfish motives, but no matter how great his selfishness was, it was not as big as his public intention to revive the literary sage lineage.
When everything came to light and Ma Zhan was ashamed, the senior brother was still the same senior brother. Instead of comforting Ma Zhan, he looked coldly and in a slightly sarcastic tone, he said some final words, like a parting gift.
To this former junior brother Ma Zhan, a classmate who obviously respected his senior brother Cui Chan the most in his heart.
Ma Zhan leaned against the wall of the school.
Tell Senior Brother Cui all those heart-wrenching words to Senior Brother Jun Qian.
"Ma Zhan, you could have become the headmaster of Linlu Academy in Piyun Mountain and concurrently served as the Minister of the Li Department of Da Li. This is one of the escape routes I have arranged for you. Unfortunately, you don't want it yourself. I can't ask you to accept it. So I said
Ah, how stupid are you to think that a person's public and selfish thoughts can be used for addition, subtraction, multiplication and division?"
"Actually, you have never understood that your lack of intelligence has never been due to your inability to read. Your husband always said that you were too stupid to study. You thought he was denying you, but it was actually a good thing. So you don't know, old scholar.
Privately, you often ask me to learn more from you. I remember one time when the old scholar got drunk and was very complacent. Hey, our lineage of literary saints is going to produce a real scholar who has accumulated a lot of experience and is a late bloomer!"
"In the end, it's like exposing the dark side of people's hearts to the sun. It's ugly and miserable."
"At this point, even if the old scholar who is your teacher can forgive you, can you, Ma Zhan, really forgive yourself? How can a student who can't correct or make up for anything have the face to forgive himself and go see you again?
My own husband?"
Unconsciously, Ma Zhan was sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall.
"The reason why I, Cui Chang, made an exception and said a few harsh words is because over the years, I occasionally think of that young man from a small and poor place who traveled thousands of miles to study. There were so many students with as many different attitudes as the crucian carp crossing the river.
Among the scholars, he was in poor clothes and had only the last bit of money left in his pocket. He did not want to save some travel expenses for himself to return home, but he couldn't help it and gritted his teeth and bought an expensive book from a bookstore.
, I just want to leave some thoughts for myself who failed to study. I happened to be in the bookstore at the time, so I asked this young man, who was his name, and why he bought this book. I was really taken advantage of, since
The academic contents in the books are all the same, so why buy this so-called rare book? He said that his name was Ma Zhan and his courtesy name was Huijun. He also said that his ambition was to cultivate Qi Zhiping, and to make contributions to the country in the future.
The people in my hometown should do something practical."
At this point, Ma Zhan looked blank and speechless, then raised his head and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Jun Qian, I came here quietly this time, please don't tell Chen Pingan, let alone tell this to your husband.
"
Jun Qian nodded.
Ma Zhan forced a smile and said, "Senior Brother Jun Qian, I know you are someone who can't hold back what he says, so you can't make a mistake."
Jun Qian smiled and said: "Promise."
If I had known earlier that I would not come to see Ma Zhan, I should have given my junior brother a headache.
A person's grievances may come from the disapproval of outsiders, but the incomprehension of those close to him may make people more self-doubt, self-denial, and sadder.
Then to take it a step further, if the person he recognizes and respects the most in his heart completely denies himself, how sad will he be?
That's the case with Ma Zhan.
Just like what Ma Zhan said before, he could only address Cui Chan, who had long since betrayed his cultural background, as Senior Brother Cui. Ma Zhan called the other direct disciples of the other gentlemen by their first names.
Ma Zhan remembered something, and a smile appeared on his face.
Cui Chen said at the time that he "occasionally thought of" someone or something.
And to this day, to this moment, Ma Zhan, even though he was so denied by Senior Brother Cui, Ma Zhan still remembers that chance encounter in the bookstore, and it is still etched in his heart.
In that bookstore filled with the aroma of books and ink, the last young man in a Confucian shirt, who was full of bookishness, had a gentle expression. After patiently listening to Ma Zhan's words, he introduced himself with a smile.
Hello, my name is Cui Chan, and I am the eldest disciple of Wen Sheng.
From now on, you will probably be a registered disciple of our Literary Sage lineage, because I agreed, and I had to give my husband a nod, which was just a formality.
But whether you can become our husband's disciple in the future, Ma Zhan, you have to rely on yourself. Of course, if you encounter any problems on the way to study, you don't have to trouble your husband everywhere, you can ask me.
Ma Zhan exhaled and stood up with a smile.
Being able to become Mr. Cui’s student and Senior Brother Cui’s junior fellow student is enough for this life and there will be no regrets.
As a former disciple of Wen Sheng, Cui Chan was always polite, gentle and approachable in his dealings with others in those years.
That idiom has long been in the book, as if it was just waiting for Cui Chan to appear.
Cute in winter.
At this moment, a man in green shirt appeared beside Jun Qian out of thin air.
He asked with confusion on his face: "Ma Zhan, I'm surprised that it's been so long and you still haven't figured out why Senior Brother Cui wants to talk to you more?"
After Ma Zhan recognized the other person's identity, he immediately glared angrily at Senior Brother Jun Qian beside him.
Jun Qian said in a serious and rogue manner: "I just said the word "guarantee", and I didn't say I promised not to tell anyone."
Ma Zhan was silent for a moment, "What should I say? I dare to ask Master Chen, what's so strange about my Senior Brother Cui's words?"
Since the other party called him by his first name, Ma Zhan also called him Shanzhu Chen.
So much better.
Chen Ping'an said: "Of course what Senior Brother Cui said is true. I have left you a way out. I scold you for being stupid. There is a dark side in people's hearts. I can't bear to look directly at it. I don't even dare to post books in the sun. Senior Brother Cui doesn't."
Given the opportunity to correct your mistakes, it is always difficult for you to forgive yourself. You feel sorry for yourself every day and regret that your husband once had high hopes for you, but you always underestimated yourself. At the same time, you were jealous of Senior Brother Qi deep down in your heart. Finally, Senior Brother Cui did the cruelest thing and made you
When you see your once beautiful self, you are a scholar who even Cui Chan was willing to take over as his master and apprentice."
Ma Zhan remained silent, his eyes dim and his heart ashen.
Jun Qian looked at her nose and heart, and made up her mind not to get involved in this kind of internal strife. She would suffer too much from the same thing.
This is a good habit that he has figured out a long time ago. At most, when the brothers get into a fight, they will go up to break up the fight. As for the quarrel before the fight, just watch the fun, so as not to worry about it afterwards.
Not a human being. Junior Brother Zuo beats Junior Brother Qi, or Junior Brother Qi chases Senior Brother Cui to fight, or Junior Brother Qi pulls her husband to beat Senior Brother Zuo, Jun Qian will start the fight at the earliest, but the result is not particularly good every time.
The first one was reconciled, but it was Jun Qian who didn't please both sides. Well, my good intentions to try to break up the fight only ended up fanning the flames?
He didn't even say anything back when he saw the other party, otherwise Chen Ping'an would have fought back.
You, Ma Zhan, have the nerve to come to this old school, but you don’t have the nerve to go to Luopo Mountain?
You have such a big air, do you really think you are your senior brother?
After waiting for a while, Ma Zhan still kept silent.
Chen Pingan then continued: "Senior Brother Cui is worthy of his so-called harsh words because he thinks you can still be saved. Unfortunately, it turns out that you are still unable to save yourself."
Ma Zhan asked: "How to say it."
Chen Pingan pretended to be surprised, exclaimed, and asked: "How to say it, how to say it, do you want to ask me next, Shanzhu Chen, how to talk about it, how to talk about it?"
Ma Zhan was speechless for a moment.
Jun Qian could only hold back her laughter.
Chen Ping'an shook his head, "It's also about imparting intellectual knowledge to junior brother. The difficulty level for you, Ma Zhan, is at most a civil examination, but you still failed. In my case, the difficulty level of the questionnaire that senior brother personally issued is
But if you get a top or third grade in the exam, you will be considered barely qualified, and if you get the top score in the exam, you will be considered a 'good' person."
After a moment of pause, Chen Pingan smiled to himself and said, "Of course, I didn't pass the exam either."
Ma Zhan nodded.
Chen Pingan suppressed his smile and said seriously: "Senior Brother Cui deliberately tempted you to think about the word 'forgive' everywhere, just to make you think about this word. You took the bait once back then, but the second time
It's still the case. Brother Cui said you were stupid, but it was actually polite. If it were me, forget it, I'm not senior enough, I'm not thick-skinned, I'm just an unconnected Chen Shanzhu, how can I have the right to scold you? We
Because of the context, Ma Zhan was not removed from the list. You have the nerve to call me Senior Brother Junqian, but I am embarrassed to call you Senior Brother Ma."
As Chen Pingan was talking, something didn't taste right.
Jun Qian hurriedly coughed a few times. She really wanted to remind her, but she still held it back.
Junior brother, if you curse others, you must curse them, but don't implicate yourself.
Senior Brother Jun Qian, it’s already very difficult for me to hold back and not take action. What else do you want?
If you continue to scold like this, be careful of Ma Zhan falling out.
Damn it, if you fall out, I'll fall out. I can't beat my senior brother Cui Chan, and I can't beat Ma Zhan?
Then you continue to scold me, senior brother, I have seen big winds and waves. When two people quarrel, either they are spitting with each other, or at the end of the argument, their heads are butting heads. Senior brother Jun Qian has seen it all.
Chen Pingan said: "Ma Zhan, let me ask you, why are you struggling with whether to forgive yourself or to be forgiven by others? What Senior Brother Cui wants is that you will never think about forgiving yourself in this life, and even no matter what you do in the future.
Whatever you have done, how many good and correct things you have done, whatever things can make your conscience feel better, you must persist in not forgiving yourself for the mistakes you have made. Only such Ma Zhan is truly worthy of Cui Chan and you Ma Zhan.
Mr. Zhan, please forgive me."
Ma Zhan was confused and speechless. Is that really the case? Is it just that simple? But it seems difficult and not simple?
Chen Ping'an said: "Our husband once said that if you speak appropriately, you will know it. If you act silently, you will also know it."
"Then in my opinion, speech and silence, speaking and not speaking, reason and action, doing and not doing, all need to be consistent. If you do it, you will be a pure scholar. There is no need to give status or titles from the Confucian Temple.
He is already a gentleman, whether it is as small as an individual, a family, or a family, or as large as an academy, a county, a country, or the world, it is the same if you think about it. There is no difference in this."
"First of all, if you make a mistake, correct it if you can. If you make a mistake, correct it. Correct your mistakes in practice and admit your mistakes in your heart."
"Secondly, if there is no chance to correct the mistake, it is definitely a done deal. You must not deceive yourself and others, just ignore the mistake in your mind and things. Instead, try to make amends, and never forgive yourself or think about forgiveness afterwards.
I will never change my story, I will always feel guilty and uncomfortable about this."
"In the human heart, public and private matters need to be distinguished. Right and wrong cannot be added or subtracted. One mistake is one mistake. The so-called remedy is to prevent yourself from making the same mistake first. In addition, you need to be right about two, three, or even ten.
Versus a hundred.”
"at last."
When Chen Ping'an said this, he smiled and said: "What happens in the end, you can decide on your own."
Jun Qian listened carefully and actually nodded the whole time.
Ma Zhan straightened his clothes with a solemn expression. He first straightened his back and then bowed to Chen Ping'an.
Chen Ping'an hesitated for a moment, and was about to bow in return, but Jun Qian reached out to grab his arm, shook her head, indicating that there was no need to return the salute, and for the same reason, you can just accept it.
Chen Ping'an just stood there and accepted the other party's solemn bow.
Jun Qian smiled from the bottom of her heart and said, "These principles are quite right."
Chen Ping'an breathed a long sigh of relief, and also laughed in his heart: "After all, he is Mr.'s closed disciple. Besides, I have many students now."
He just ran away to three schools to educate his children. Fortunately, Xiao Mili didn't know about it for the time being.
No, Zhao Shuxia was lucky. He knew about his family background, but he forgot to remind Ning Ji. He didn't know Xiao Mili's ability to find out information, so he had to go back quickly.
Pei Qian once revealed a secret. In fact, Xiaomi Li has a secret book that is not revealed to anyone. It is actually a thin booklet.
There is not much written content, but it is her experience on how to be a good ear to repay God. Today she writes a few words, and tomorrow she writes an idiom or a sentence. Anyway, she only writes one page at a time, which adds up to almost half a book.
Already.
For example, on the first page of the secret book, it just says: "Look more, listen more and talk less, remember this!" Visit frequently, move around more, observe people's words, listen to all directions, make insinuations, and consider left and right.
He... There are thirty-six strategies in the military book. As long as you try to learn one strategy every day, after thirty-six days, you will be awesome... (Note: You must write a few more strategies to motivate yourself)... Treat others with sincerity,
Don't tell lies, but you must be uncertain about the truth and the truth, making people confused...
Over at the table at the gate of Luolu Mountain, Xiaomi Li listened to a few careless words from a new student of the Good Mountain Master. She frowned with her two little eyebrows and said angrily: "It's so hot!"