The four hundred and thirtieth eighth chapter people's hearts go to low places
During the great cold season, the lake is vast and the air is bone-piercingly cold.
Gu Can was in a coma for three days and three nights. Chen Pingan would go to the bedside and sit for a while every day, smelling the strong smell of medicine.
Just like before, Gu Can and Little Loach would go outside the house at the mountain gate to bask in the sun.
Chen Pingan was in the room. He got up from time to time and sat on the bedside to check Gu Can's pulse. After a long illness, Chen Pingan was not a layman. He could still tell whether the injury was getting worse or healed. Liu Zhimao originally asked The bottle of miraculous elixir Mr. Tian Hu brought was very effective, and it was most likely a rare elixir similar to the one specially refined by Lu Yong of Qinghu Palace for the Earthly Immortal.
This day, Gu Can woke up and turned around, and saw Chen Ping'an sitting in that chair. Gu Can grinned, but soon fell asleep again, and his breathing had become much calmer.
After Chen Pingan left the Spring Court House, the woman hesitated for a moment and asked an old housekeeper who was a monk in the Longmen Realm to invite Liu Zhimao and said that she had something to discuss.
The woman sat beside the bed, gently held Gu Can's still hot hand, and was about to cry.
The woman wandered for thousands of miles, and finally sighed softly.
Fortunately, Cancan's life was safe, but it was a pity that he was delayed in the "immortal rice" carefully prepared by Chun Ting Mansion.
Monks are very particular about what they eat. Medicine masters among hundreds of schools of thought have done a great job in this matter. Food is the most important thing for the people, and the same applies to Qi practitioners as mountain people.
Taking the twenty-four solar terms of the year as the rough nodes, there is a complete set of seasonal medicinal supplements. It can benefit the body, soul and mind of monks. The medicinal supplements for monks are similar to the dietary supplements for wealthy families.
Of course, if you want to be connected and improve your practice, you need to do it day after day, year after year, so you have to be rich, very rich.
The woman's eyes soon became determined.
The resilience of an unfortunate woman to the hardships of life, the persistence of a mother who cares about her son's future, and the shrewdness of a widow who has to carefully calculate every copper coin are like bricks and tiles that pieced together the ancestral house in Mud Bottle Lane. The two mothers who depended on each other sheltered themselves from the wind and rain.
She stepped lightly and crossed the threshold. There was a young lady outside the door who wanted to help close the door. She glared at her and quickly retracted her hand. The woman gently closed the door herself.
In the living room of a magnificent Spring Court Mansion, the woman saw Zhenjun Jiejiang, who had just taken his seat, and was now the king of Shujian Lake.
The otherworldly god who single-handedly brought the two of them out of Mud Bottle Lane back then was Liu Zhimao.
Looking at the woman in front of me, she has transformed step by step from a beautiful woman with a rustic flavor to the current female resident of Chunting Mansion on Qingxia Island. Three years have passed, and her beauty has not diminished. Adding a lot of wealth and nobility, her skin is like a girl's. Liu Zhimao also knows that she loves her most, and the maid in the house said that she is now more noble than Mrs. Gaoming of Shihao Kingdom. Liu Zhimao took a cup of hot tea carefully handed over by the steward of the house. , gently shaking the lid of the cup, feeling quite regretful. If this kind of woman had taken advantage of the overlord early in the past, I am afraid that she would not be in the situation today, where a master would in turn be afraid of his disciples.
Because once a woman is surrendered by Liu Zhimao, she will have all kinds of reasons and excuses to completely convince herself.
Maybe we can use this to better control Gu Can.
As long as it continues to bring her glory and wealth, she will hug it with all her strength, hold it tightly in her hands, guard this family fortune, and think of leaving it all to her son in the future.
That will be Qingxia Island's best ally.
Instead of what it is now, the appetite is getting bigger and bigger. The Chunting Mansion that is no longer inferior to the prince's mansion begins to look eagerly at Liu Zhimao's Hengbo Mansion. From the beginning, he has been flattering Tian Hujun in every possible way and trying to figure out his thoughts.
, she is still kind on the surface, but there is a commanding spirit in her bones. Not only that, a wealthy village woman actually started to study. Not only that, she even started to play music, chess, calligraphy and painting, which made several
The cardigan girl who came from a wealthy family taught her high-class etiquette and red tape.
This makes Liu Zhimao very happy, he is really a wonderful person.
However, the regret that Liu Zhimao had in his heart before came and went as quickly as it came.
Liu Zhimao smiled and asked: "Madam, do you want to talk to me about something?"
The woman nodded and said: "I want to confirm one thing with Zhenjun. What is the purpose of Chen Pingan's trip to our Qingxia Island? Isn't it really to snatch back the little loach from Cancan? Besides, the little loach.
You said Chen Ping'an gave you a jade plaque, what's the origin of it?"
Liu Zhimao did not drink the tea, but gently put the cup lid aside. The fragrant mist curled up in the tea cup, and he smiled and said: "So that's what I thought. Madam wanted to ask the teacher to accuse me, Master Gu Can.
Why didn't you come forward to protect the disciples?"
The woman said: "Let's not talk about it. I believe that the true king has something unspeakable, so he will never have any grudges. I can also promise to help the true king and say some words that are not unconscionable to Cancan, otherwise wouldn't it be wrong?
Are you taking advantage of the surrounding wolves, tigers and leopards in vain?"
Liu Zhimao smiled knowingly, who said that women with long hair are short-sighted?
Liu Zhimao nodded and said: "That jade tablet has a great origin. It is not convenient for me to reveal the secret. As for Chen Ping'an's purpose of coming to Shujian Lake, it is really difficult to guess. To be honest, I have never been able to figure it out. If he becomes our Qingxia Island
After Mr. Accountant, I can’t understand it even more. But I believe that Chen Ping’an has no bad intentions towards Gu Can.”
The woman frowned, as if a little strange. She felt that Liu Zhimao spoke too coquettishly today. In the past, she had never been so sloppy in discussing secret matters with Liu Zhimao. Could it be that she had deliberately planned to become the co-owner of Shujian Lake and was not proud of it?
A few days ago, Liu Laocheng, who had been stabbed a thousand times, made a fuss on Qingxia Island. Did he lose his courage? After being overjoyed and sad, he lost his sense of proportion? Could it be that Liu Zhimao, such a manipulative hero, actually has a worse temperament than a woman like himself?
People?
Liu Zhimao squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "Madam knows better than me what Chen Pingan's temperament is. She likes to reminisce about old friendships. She is devoted to Gu Can who has watched her grow up. She can't wait to hand over all the good things to Gu Can.
It's just that today is different from the past. After leaving the Mud Bottle Lane where the ground was full of chicken excrement and dog excrement, people will change. Chen Ping'an probably joined the Confucian school, so he likes to reason, but it may not be suitable for Shujian Lake.
That's why I slapped Gu Can twice in Chishuicheng. You want me to see it? I still really care about Gu Can and think about Gu Can's good things, so I did this. If it were an ordinary person, seeing his relatives and friends become prosperous, he would just do it.
I am so happy that I don't care about the rest. Madam, let me give you an example. If it were Lu Caisang, when he saw that Gu Can was rich, he would naturally feel that this is his ability. If he has a hard fist, it is a good thing."
The woman twitched her lips.
Liu Zhimao sighed, "Having said that, Chen Pingan's idea is right, but he doesn't know much about Shujian Lake and the dangerous rivers and lakes here. Fortunately, after staying for a while, he should finally know some of Shujian Lake's rules.
, so I won’t point fingers at Gu Can anymore. Madam, let’s reverse the truth again. It’s obvious that for people like Chen Pingan, talking about feelings is more effective than anything else. It varies from person to person and is appropriate to the place.
."
The woman thought thoughtfully and felt that Liu Zhimao's current words were quite kind. Before, they were all polite nonsense.
She is worthy of being the woman who never fails to win in an argument in a small town. She knows everything.
The woman was a little upset. If Liu Zhimao's statement was followed, that night, from seeing Chen Pingan carrying Gu Can back to the Spring Court House to Chen Pingan finally leaving the house, she had indeed done something wrong.
If she had heard Liu Zhimao's words and what happened that night, she would never have done or said anything wrong like that.
Whenever she has free time in the past two years, she likes to have her maids by her side, rubbing her shoulders and tapping her back to cool off the heat. While holding the stove to keep warm, she will definitely let a maid who is said to be the legitimate daughter of the Minister of Rites read aloud various books.
She also listened to the content of the book, the great principles praised by scholars and scholars, but she just didn't like to hear it. Instead, there were some allusions that often inspired her. For example, she heard in the book that there was a fire in someone's home. After hearing the news,
Ask first whether it hurts anyone, not the loss. This person suddenly became famous and became a well-known benevolent person among scholars. What the woman realized was that she felt that she actually had the opportunity and could use it.
It is the best way to win over people's hearts. Is there any other famous and meritorious military general who is in a high position, but is willing to suck pus for his soldiers? After that, all the soldiers in the army are willing to die, and so on, women have their own experiences and experiences.
The woman wanted to slap herself. Liu Zhimao's words were actually the truth in the book. She knew it clearly and remembered it in her heart. Why didn't she do it when the time came?
Liu Zhimao noticed something strange about the woman and asked, "What's wrong, madam?"
The woman forced a smile and said, "It's okay. Then I dare to ask Zhenjun, how should we act and speak from now on? Will Liu Laocheng of Gongliu Island still be cruel to us on Qingxia Island?"
Liu Zhimao comforted him: "Liu Laocheng is the leading hero in the history of Shujian Lake. Even his enemies must admire him. He is decisive in killing. Therefore, when he came to Qingxia Island, he wanted to kill Gu Can.
No one can stop him, but now that he has let go of Gu Can, no one can stop him or change Liu Laocheng's decision. He will never go to Qingxia Island again, so Gu Can and Chunting Mansion,
There is no danger anymore, and I can even put down a word with my wife. After that night of fighting, Gu Can is really out of danger. In Shujian Lake today, no one dares to kill someone who Liu Laocheng has not killed!"
The woman is doubtful.
Liu Zhimao didn't say anything more. The woman in front of him only had to think about half of what he said. No matter what he said, whether it was true or false, as long as he said it too harshly, she would become suspicious and choose not to believe it.
The woman turned around, picked up the tea cup, lowered her head and took a sip of tea. Her posture was graceful, her movements were elegant, and there was no trace of earthy taste.
Liu Zhimao suddenly lowered his voice and asked: "Madam, why are you so... worried about Chen Pingan?"
The woman's eyes were dark and unclear, "Zhenjun just said that people will change."
Liu Zhimao stroked his beard and smiled.
The woman asked: "Zhenjun, tell me, can I be considered a bad person in Shujian Lake?"
Liu Zhimao shook his head: "Of course he doesn't count. He is a good person. He has clear rewards and punishments, and he is not harsh on servants like servants and maids."
The woman asked: "Even bad people have occasional kindness. What I did to Chen Pingan back then was just a bowl of rice. Is it surprising? I am guarding Chen Pingan now because of a bright life event.
It’s for the sake of the splendid spiritual path, and I don’t want to harm Chen Ping’an, so what’s the surprise?”
Liu Zhimao suddenly understood, "When Madam said this, I understood."
The woman covered her mouth and smiled, and then with a pair of moist eyes, she asked with a charming look: "Does the true gentleman despise the tea in our Spring Court House? So he is not willing to drink a sip? If I remember correctly, this is Mr. Tianhu himself.
The Hongyin Island Xianjia tea that was sent, could it be that Zhenjun’s mansion has better tea secretly hidden in it?”
"What Madam said is very sad. Okay, even if I spend money to hire people to search everywhere, I still want to bring a few kilograms of tea to the Spring Court House that is better than Hongyin Island."
Liu Zhimao pointed at the woman, laughed loudly, gently put the lid back on the tea cup, said goodbye and left, so that the woman did not need to send her away.
The woman stood up and sat down again, thought for a moment, then stood up and left.
The old housekeeper, who was standing far away at the entrance of the courtyard instead of the hall door, quickly walked into the living room. Normally, he would naturally let the maid in the house clean up the mess. But it was different today. The island owner came in person, so he felt that he should clean up the mess himself.
When the old monk put away Liu Zhimao's cup of tea, not a drop of tea was left, only a few pieces of Xianjia tea leaves, as green as emerald, lay at the bottom of the cup.
The old monk sighed in his heart, the island owner still has the same trust in Chun Ting Mansion and his wife as always.
After Liu Zhimao left Chunting Mansion, he returned directly to his own mansion and first asked people to go to the capital of Zhu Ying Dynasty to buy several kilograms of the most expensive tea.
Zhenjun Jiejiang, the Shujian Lake most promising person to reach the upper five realms, was sitting on a priceless futon in the secret room. He spread out his palms and saw a small ball of water, crystal clear. He took out a white bowl from his sleeve and put the water ball in his palm.
Place in a bowl.
After sitting there until late at night, Liu Zhimao used his magical power, appeared in front of the house at the mountain gate, and knocked on the door gently.
Pushing the door open, Chen Ping'an had already walked around the desk, sat at the table, and stretched out his hand towards Liu Zhimao to signal him to take a seat.
This young man from Dali, who was born in Mubo Alley, did not point at his own nose and curse on the spot, which is both a good thing and a bad thing.
Liu Zhimao and Chen Ping'an sat opposite each other and explained with a smile: "Mr. Chen didn't allow me to disturb him before, so I had no choice but to talk about the friendship between landlords. Now that Mr. Chen wants to find me, naturally I don't dare to let him go too much."
After walking a few steps, he came to visit me without saying hello in advance. I hope Mr. Chen will forgive me."
The dignified Yuanying old monk is on his own territory on Qingxia Island, so he can be said to be able to bend and stretch when it comes to speaking.
Chen Pingan had no expression on his face and stretched out his hand.
Liu Zhimao quickly twisted his wrist, and there was a crystal clear jade plaque hovering above his palm. He didn't dare to touch it at all. He pushed it gently and Chen Pingan put it away.
Liu Zhimao took out another water bowl, pushed it toward Chen Pingan with his fingers, and finally stopped in the middle of the table. He smiled and said: "Gu Can's mother, you came to me and had some words. I hope Mr. Chen can listen to it. I
The behavior of such a villain is naturally dirty, but it can still be regarded as a sign of sincerity."
The water in the white bowl is slightly rippled.
Soon the voices of Liu Zhimao and the woman talking in the living room of the Spring Court House were heard.
Unexpectedly, Chen Pingan stretched out his arm, covered the mouth of the bowl with his palm, shattered the ripples, and the white bowl filled with echoing water returned to silence.
The other hand was the hand that held the Half-Immortal Weapon Sword and the Immortal Sword that night. Even afterward, Chen Ping'an smeared the bottle of Middle-earth Lu's secret elixir that could make bones and flesh into flesh as a gift from Lu Tai. It is still shocking and horrible to watch.
Liu Zhimao had a look of sincere admiration on his face and said: "Mr. Chen is truly a gentleman. Liu Zhimao treats a gentleman with a villain's heart."
Chen Pingan retracted his hand and held his sleeves with both hands, "I know what kind of person she is and what she thinks. Maybe the words she said were worse than I imagined. But the moment I moved out of Chun Ting Mansion, she
Any words or deeds he says have little to do with me."
Liu Zhimao nodded to express his understanding.
Chen Pingan said slowly: "In order to help Gu Can, the one you chose, and save the opportunity of that little loach back then in Mud Ping Alley, you not only used your secret skills to bewitch Cai Jinjian of Yunxia Mountain, but you also used your sinister supernatural powers.
, quietly engraved in my heart the words "wanting death", tempting me to assassinate Cai Jinjian and Fu Nanhua, so that I could disappear completely."
Liu Zhimao said: "I admit that this is the case, and I will never deny it. Doesn't Mr. Chen have a semi-immortal weapon? You can stab my heart or head with a sword, and I will never fight back. From now on, we will have a grudge."
Qing! After that, if Mr. Chen wants to be stubborn again, then give it a try."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "I've learned a lot about your Shujianhu way of doing things. I never tire of it. There's something new every day."
Liu Zhimao kept a straight face and said nothing.
In fact, in Shujian Lake, except for Gu Can and the woman, Liu Zhimao gave people the impression that he was taciturn, cherished his words like gold, and smiled at everyone. Especially in the direct disciples like Tian Hujun and the "important ministers" like Yu Hui
"In my eyes, Liu Zhimao's sanctimonious and ruthless nature is really very intimidating.
People who remain silent all year round are either simple-minded and not good at words, or they are very scheming.
Therefore, the old island owner of Tianmu Island who disliked Liu Zhimao the most, who was once the only eight-level swordsman in Shujian Lake, and who is now completely lost in spirit, gave Liu Zhimao a sentence: "Fake True Lord, Smiling Buddha,
The harsh evaluation of "The Shura Sword hidden in the sleeve".
Chen Pingan then made a move that made Liu Zhimao's eyelids tremble slightly. He lifted the cotton-wrapped palm from his sleeve, took off the sword gourd from his waist, and poured most of the bowl into the white bowl in the middle of the table.
Wu Tijiu pushed it back to Liu Zhimao. Chen Pingan put the sword gourd on the table and said with a smile: "What will happen if I stab you with the sword? Not to mention whether it can hurt the true king, even if it can, the cunning rabbit has three holes, I will
I know that the Immortal Family on the mountain has more than one method of surrogate death."
Liu Zhimao took the white bowl and drank the wine in the bowl generously, "Mr. Chen is talented and intelligent, and has great fortune. It was I, Liu Zhimao, who was blinded back then. I accept the punishment. Mr. Chen might as well make some conditions."
Chen Ping'an said: "If I say that bygones are bygones, you don't believe it, and I don't believe it myself either."
Liu Zhimao laughed heartily and pushed out the white bowl, "Just because of these generous words from Mr. Chen, I will ask Mr. Chen for another bowl of wine."
Sure enough, Chen Pingan poured another bowl of wine for Liu Zhimao, which was almost half a bowl.
Liu Zhimao drank it all in one gulp.
If the Qingxia Island monks saw this scene, they would probably just treat it as the guest of honor enjoying themselves, smiling only when they met, and drowning their grudges in the cup.
Chen Ping'an said: "Before I make the conditions, I have something to ask Mr. Zhen."
Liu Zhimao nodded and said, "I know everything I know and can tell you everything."
Chen Ping'an asked: "What is the root of the true king's cultivation of the mind?"
Liu Zhimao said without hesitation: "Taoists who practice Tao naturally seek truth."
Chen Ping'an asked: "Can you tell me in more detail? Tell me about your own skills?"
Liu Zhimao hesitated for a moment, but still answered: "The seven emotions and six desires are a mess. Then let's peel off the cocoons and classify them into categories..."
Having said this, Liu Zhimao pointed to the row of cabinets behind the desks, "Just like Mr. Chen, he placed different secret files."
Liu Zhimao continued: "After that, the monks who choose to follow my side path have their own choices and their own paths to follow. They may shrink to the size of a mustard seed and put it aside, or they may turn into a mountain and continue to stabilize. As for the cultivation method, how many grains of mustard seeds are condensed and how many mountains are built up from the soil are the qualifications and talents of each person to practice Taoism. There are many passes and dangers. To deal with those mustard seeds, for example, one can derive the Zhan San technique passed down from ancient times. The art of corpse, the way of internal alchemy, and how to build a mountain, there are also ways to eat clouds and drink dew, and take external elixirs. The speed of practice, and the level of bottlenecks, all depend on the level of the cultivation techniques passed down by each family. "
Liu Zhimao stopped there, "We can only go into detail to this point, which involves the fundamental path. If we go on, this is the real desire to die. It's better to let Mr. Chen stab him with one more sword."
Liu Zhimao asked: "I know Mr. Chen has already made a plan, why don't you give me a happy word?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Don't worry. I still have a question. Liu Laocheng is following behind, and he has driven Qingxia Island's hundreds of years of momentum in Shujian Lake to the bottom of the lake overnight, together with the small loaches. So really Can you still be the king of this world? Will the real king spit out the fat in his mouth, give it to Liu Laocheng with both hands, seal the gates of more than ten islands from now on, and become a king with a different surname in Shujianhu, a vassal town, or is he going to give it a try? Liu Laocheng is behind the oriole, and Zhenjun also has the big Li slingshot behind?"
Liu Zhimao didn't answer anything directly, but was filled with emotion and grievance, and said helplessly: "I'm just afraid that Da Li has quietly turned to support Liu Laocheng now. Without a backer, Qingxia Island's small arms and thin legs can't afford any trouble. I, Liu Zhimao, in the eyes of Liu Laocheng, am no better than those cardigan girls on the island. Not to mention peeling off a few pieces of clothing, even peeling and cramping, so what's the difficulty?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "I heard that Zhenjun is good at making good tea and drinking cheap wine. But I'm not good at it. I can't get used to drinking tea. I only know some words on paper."
Liu Zhimao said angrily: "Mr. Chen's teachings will be remembered by Liu Zhimao."
Chen Pingan suppressed his smile and said, "If you want to clear up the grievances between you and me, you can, but you have to leave it to me alone."
Liu Zhimao shook his head directly and said: "If this doesn't work, Mr. Chen, don't think about it."
Liu Zhimao smiled and said: "To be honest, she is just a half-human and half-ghost woman from Zhu Xian Mansion. Liu Laocheng took her away by force that night, or did she ask for it like you, how dare I not give it to her? But have you ever thought about why Liu Laocheng didn't do this?"
Chen Pingan, with his hands in his sleeves, sat quietly opposite Liu Zhimao, like a dilapidated statue with peeling paint in a place with thin spiritual energy.
Liu Zhimao asked curiously: "Don't say she was kept in the dark about this secret matter. Even the ghost Xiu Ma Yuanzhi of Zhu Xian Mansion didn't know it. How did you guess it?"
Chen Ping'an did not hide it, "First the origin of the name Zhu Xian Mansion, and then the name of the pot of wine."
Liu Zhimao became increasingly puzzled and once again addressed Chen Ping'an as Mr. Chen, "Please Mr. Chen, please help me clear up my doubts."
Chen Pingan said slowly: "Gui Xiu Ma Yuanzhi, who was born as a rice cook, has a special liking for Liu Chongrun of Zhuchai Island. I have heard his own stories about the past, and when he talked about Zhu Xian Mansion, I felt quite proud.
, but I didn’t want to give an answer, so I went to Zhuchai Island and tested Liu Chongrun with the word Zhu Xianfu. The female cultivator immediately became angry. Although she didn’t tell the truth, she called Ma Yuanzhi a shameless person.
.I made a special trip to Chishui City, and in the name of buying ancient books on Yuanwei Street, I asked the old shopkeepers of several bookstores, and then I found out that in the hometown of Liu Chongrun and Ma Zhiyuan, there was a relatively uncommon poem, "Chongrun"
"Run the Zhu Xian", the puzzle was solved. Ma Yuanzhi was so complacent that he named his mansion Zhu Xian, and the word "Xiang" is a homophone of "thinking"."
Liu Zhimao put his hands on his hands and smiled, "It's wonderful. If Mr. Chen hadn't revealed the mystery, I wouldn't have known that Ma Zhiyuan, a humble rice-bearer, had such an elegant intestine."
Chen Ping'an said: "Yellow vine wine, palace wall willows, official wine from Hongsu's hometown, palace willow island in Shujian Lake, and the heavy evil spirit that lingers on Hongsu's body. Upon closer inspection, it is full of persistent sorrow and resentment.
You don’t need me to read the secret records of Shujian Lake. The love affair between Liu Laocheng and his disciple Nuxiu that ended without a problem, the latter’s sudden death, and Liu Laocheng’s departure from Shujian Lake are things that everyone knows. I’ll contact you again.
Liu Zhimao is so cautious. Naturally, he knows that the biggest opponent to become the co-owner of Shujian Lake is not the two islands of Qingzhong Tianmu, which are supported by Lisu Island and Da Li. It is Liu Laocheng who has never shown up. How dare you fight for this world?
Monarch, in addition to Da Li being your backer and helping you gather momentum, you must also have some secret means that you can use to protect yourself and leave a way out to ensure that Liu Laocheng, a monk in the fifth realm, will not return to Shujian Lake once he returns to Shujian Lake.
kill you."
Liu Zhimao laughed heartily.
What a confidant!
I can't even imagine that in such a huge lake of letters, in the end, it would be such a young man from a foreign country who was Liu Zhimao's confidant!
Chen Ping'an looked a little tired, "Let me make a half request first. You must have tampered with Gu Canniang personally, so remove it. Now Gu Can is no longer a threat to you, and your immediate concern is Liu from Gongliu Island.
How does Lao Cheng keep his position as the king of the world? Over at Dali, I will give it a try and help you operate it privately. At least you will not be treated as an abandoned son and used as Liu Lao Cheng's way to the top."
Liu Zhimao frowned and said, "Hongsu's life and death are still under my control."
The young accountant with slightly sunken cheeks picked up the sword-raising gourd, took a sip of wine, coughed a few times, and said: "What if? What if Liu Laocheng is no longer the owner of Gongliu Island? What if something is involved?"
Now that he's on his way, Hongsu, is it really that important? If you couldn't let go back then, are you sure you still can't let go now? There's no way of saying that an 'in case' really comes, that is, he kills Hongsu's life directly, and then he dares to
If you touch his Liu Laocheng reverse scale, you will punch him to death. So, Liu Zhimao, you make your own choice, I just give you a way to prevent the worst ending from happening."
Liu Zhimao asked a key question, "Mr. Chen, are you really capable of influencing the decisions of Dali's senior executives?"
Chen Ping'an nodded and said: "Yes, but it's limited. But I can tell you clearly that the Dali Song family still owes me something."
Liu Zhimao looked at this young man.
Mixed feelings.
Liu Zhimao put away the white bowl and stood up, "I will give Mr. Chen a clear answer within three days."
Chen Ping'an did not get up, "I hope that the True Lord will seek truth when it comes to the direction of the road and his own life and death."
The corners of Liu Zhimao's mouth twitched, "I will."
After Liu Zhimao left, Chen Pingan kept coughing.
That night, I forcibly controlled the sword fairy.
The hidden dangers are endless.
A natal acupuncture point was already damaged, which undoubtedly made it worse.
But this is nothing.
Chen Ping'an was never afraid that one day he would become poor again and his family would be completely destitute again.
But.
There are many subtleties that others don't care about, and those little bits are lost.
It may even make Chen Pingan want to drink but dare not.
Chen Pingan walked out of the house, passed the mountain gate, picked up some stones, squatted on the ferry bank, and threw them into the lake one by one.
Gu Can, what I want is not that loach. It was not like this from the beginning, otherwise after you said those words in Mud Bottle Alley, I would not have to care about my aunt's favor.
But I know that you know exactly this and that’s why you said that, because you have to get the exact answer from me so that you can feel completely at ease when you are most vulnerable.
This is where Gu Can is smart, but also where Gu Can is not smart enough.
This is not to say that Gu Can does nothing to Chen Pingan. In fact, Chen Pingan is still very important to Gu Can. He is the one who can slap Gu Can twice or twenty times without involving fundamental interests.
, Gu Can won’t fight back.
The truth is very simple. Chen Ping'an has always been the straw-shoe boy in Mud Bottle Alley, and Gu Can is actually still the kid with the slug. It's just that at that time, the straw-shoe boy and the little slug could only depend on each other, and neither of them knew who they were.
The true heart of each other and the true heart of the other person, as the river of time slowly moves forward, life will gather and disperse, and people's hearts will separate and reunite.
What Chen Pingan wants is just Gu Can or his aunt, even if he just casually asks, Chen Pingan, are you seriously injured and are you okay?
Chen Pingan threw away the stones in his hand.
I squatted there, raised my head, and breathed out gently. It was foggy in the middle of winter.
Chen Ping'an shrank his shoulders, lowered his head, held his palms in his hands, and breathed gently to keep warm.
The much-anticipated Miyagi Island.
Liu Laocheng has already issued a message to the entire Shujian Lake that no one is allowed to get within a thousand feet of the island without permission.
No one dares to cross it.
That day, after Gao Mian, whose wine was still poor, fell asleep drunk, only Xun Yuan and Liu Laocheng were left drinking together in a dilapidated pavilion.
For the land gods in the eyes of ordinary people, what they care about is longevity for thousands of years, and they have no feeling of the scorching heat and cold in the year.
The two didn't chat much.
Xun Yuan suddenly smiled and said, "It's almost time to go back."
Liu Laocheng nodded, "Tongyezhou needs Mr. Xun to take charge."
Xun Yuan shook his head and said: "Gao Mian doesn't think too much about things. He thinks that my trip to Aquarius Continent is just for him. In fact, only half of it is like this. You are different, now we are Yu Gui
Zong’s own family, so it’s time to be honest with you about some secret matters.”
Liu Laocheng, who existed like the King of Heaven in Shujian Lake, said in a deep voice: "Mr. Xun, please speak."
Xun Yuan gave Zhu Lian a "book on fighting between talented men and beautiful women" at Chenchen Pharmacy in Laolongcheng. To Gao Mian, he was groveling, and he was simply a follower of the old leader of the Invincible Divine Fist Gang. He was used as a money bag along the way.
Everyone enjoys it, it's not a fake or plotting.
But on Liu Laocheng's side.
Facing Xun Yuan, the mountains stood tall.
Xun Yuan said softly: "As for me, I actually have a good chance, but I just don't want to be in the Thirteenth Realm. There are too many restrictions and I am not as comfortable as the Immortal Realm now. Even if the sky is falling, tall people can bear it. For example, we in Tongyezhou,
It used to be Tongye Sect, that Du Mao. But now I have to admit it even if I don't recognize it. As for why I don't take a step forward and enter the Ascension Realm, I'm not sure right or wrong for the time being, you will know it later."
Xun Yuan twisted the wine glass in his hand, "But after all, I am the head of the Jade Gui Sect, and I still have to think about my family. When Du Mao died, his whole body collapsed and scattered, but it was not just the fragments of the glazed golden body that you, Liu Laocheng, grabbed.
That's all. There are also those indescribable things in the world, which are what we cultivators call opportunities. So how much Jiang Shangzhen can intercept from the opportunities that originally belonged to me, and how much can he steal from the Tongye Sect monks?
How much you grab depends on your ability and luck."
"If Jiang Shangzhen gets nothing, and I rush to this Shujian Lake in despair, Liu Laocheng, you can do more work and help such a waste."
"If Jiang Shangzhen is pretty good, it is also a good thing. A descendant of the Jade Gui Sect has chosen Aquarius Continent. At the same time, the two of them are expected to be in the Immortal Realm. I believe that even if it is Tianjun Qizhen, the Guanhu Academy next door is still the Song family of Dali
, I don’t even dare to insult you anymore.”
Liu Laocheng nodded.
These are true words.
The reason why Liu Laocheng himself did not establish a sect in Shujian Lake was not just because he was discouraged. The path involved was extremely dangerous and distracting.
It is an obstacle to reaching the top of the road. And every time you go higher, no matter in terms of realm or cultivation, you take one more step up, and there are endless unspeakable secrets about the thoughts of those close to you, which is unspeakable. Liu Laocheng has suffered a lot.
It was a bitter experience. Those who suffered a big fall almost lost their lives back then.
Yellow vine wine, buried in willows on the palace wall.
It was an old and confusing account that was quite old.
Even Liu Laocheng, who is as hard-hearted as Liu Laocheng, does not want to bring up the past again.
If he hadn't thought it through thoroughly, and if the Jade Guizong's next branch was to be located in Shujian Lake, Liu Laocheng would probably never return to this sad place in his life.
The longer he stayed with Xun Yuan, the more frightened Liu Laocheng became.
This is not just because Xun Yuan is an experienced mountaintop monk in the Immortal Realm.
This is the intuition that allowed Liu Laocheng to survive dangerous situations again and again.
Why didn't he kill Liu Zhimao, a smart man, and the young accountant? There was another reason why Liu Laocheng didn't tell Gao Mian and Xun Yuan. Because that would make him very passive.
If the handle is left in Liu Zhimao's hand, it won't hurt or itch, but if it is left in the hands of Xun Yuan and Jiang Shangzhen, Liu Laocheng will have a layer of skin peeled off and drip with blood. He has to endure it obediently, or else his face will be completely torn.
Both sides suffer losses.
After Liu Laocheng reached the fifth realm, he became more and more silent. It was only after a larger and magnificent picture was spread out in front of his eyes that he discovered a cruel truth that made him think deeply and send chills down his spine every time.
The battle of avenues.
It sounds very general.
But when a mountain savannah cultivator with a high enough realm and a far enough field of vision looks down at the width of the road above his feet, he then looks at the Immortal Master of the Genealogy at the same height, in the upper five realms, and looks at the road under their feet.
It is a winding path, which is different from a thoroughfare.
Doesn't Liu Laocheng really want to become the sect master of Xun Yuan and his ilk? Does he not want to be able to truly determine the trend of a continent?
It’s just that you can’t do it if you don’t have the will.
Xun Yuan looked at the wild cultivator of Aquarius Island in front of him with a smile.
Liu Laocheng in Xun Yuan's eyes.
He is a person who is blessed with good luck and great power. It is extremely rare. He is extremely outstanding in the Jade Pu Realm. Even Jiang Shangzhen, who is best at catching and killing opponents and has a very lethal natal creature, may not be his opponent.
But once he reaches the twelfth realm, the immortal realm, Jiang Shangzhen will be able to regain his disadvantage.
Therefore, it is just right for Liu Laocheng to serve as the chief worshiper of the lower sect of the Jade Guizong. Jiang Shangzhen is not bad in nature, and he is full of bad intentions. Basically, he is similar to Liu Laocheng. They are both born wild cultivators in the mountains and rivers.
In a time of great strife and chaos, Yue is like a fish in water.
Xun Yuan smiled and said: "Liu Laocheng, relax, I will ensure that you reach the immortal realm safely. Then you won't have to toast me again and again. If there is a drinking party, no matter how big or small, I will reciprocate."
Liu Laocheng raised the wine glass and said with a smile: "Then I would like to thank Mr. Xun for another glass of wine!"
Xun Yuan gently clinked their glasses with them, and each drank his share. Naturally, Liu Laocheng was the first to drink up, and Xun Yuan finished his drink slowly.
In the spacious room on the top floor of a high-rise building in Chishui City, Cui Dongshan prepared to walk out of the thunder pond several times, but then retracted his feet.
He jumped up and down and flapped his sleeves vigorously.
Like a big white goose flapping its wings randomly.
On Gongliu Island, which is filled with water and mist, the landscape painting left by Cui Chan has become completely invisible.
If a Confucian saint sitting above the sky of Aquarius Continent wants to see it, of course he can, but without involving any major right or wrong, such behavior is considered "rude" and not even reasonable.
And this principle is so high that it has become a rule of etiquette. It is precisely the iron law established by the sage of rites for his own Confucianism. It is a shackles specially imposed on Confucian saints to restrain their hands and feet. It is very interesting.
In fact, during the long years when Confucianism ruled the world, there were many secret plans that were shocking to the world, including those of hundreds of schools of thought, those of great monks in the twelfth and thirteenth realms, and those of demons, ghosts, monsters, and spirits. Some of them were stillborn.
In the belly, but more, it has caused huge destructive power and far-reaching consequences.
However, this rule is unshakable and still firmly binds Confucians who hold the position of god.
Isn’t it incredible?
Don't think that only Li Sheng is so unreasonable. Bai Yujing and the Lotus Buddha Kingdom also have a similar line.
Cui Dongshan stopped his movements and sat cross-legged in front of the chessboard again. He put his hands into the chess jar and stirred it randomly, making a crisp sound of the two jars of colorful clouds clinking against each other.
Even if Cui Dongshan couldn't see what happened in Gongliu Island, he still wanted to praise Xun Yuan's words and deeds that night, "Ginger is still old and spicy, but Liu Laocheng is still a bit young."
Cui Dongshan twisted out a colorful cloud and knocked it heavily on the chessboard.
"Reminding you of Liu Laocheng. How to choose is not only a mental test for a descendant of the sect, but also a good one to sell to Liu Laocheng."
"But these are all trivial matters. Now the territory of Shujian Lake is approaching with the surging momentum. It is the fat on the lips of the Great Li Iron Cavalry and the chicken ribs of the Zhu Ying Dynasty. The war that truly determines the ownership of the entire central Aquarius Continent is about to begin.
, then one of the seventy-two sages of the Middle-earth Confucian Temple above us will definitely look here without blinking. Since Liu Laocheng was born as a wild cultivator after all, even if he has intuition about the general trend of the world, he can
The insider information, transactions and undercurrent trends that I have first-hand contact with are far inferior to those of the Great Li National Master."
Cui Dongshan stared at the chess piece and sneered: "Old Liu, so your understanding of Xun Yuan's city is still too shallow."
A few words on the top of the feudal island.
It's for the real big shots behind the scenes, some of it is direct, some of it is indirect.
Cui Dongshan said to himself: "First, Xun Yuan reminded you of Liu Laocheng. The implication is actually biased. So whether you beat Chen Pingan to death or show mercy, you will be grateful to Xun Yuan. This
It’s just human nature. Even my husband, if he knows about this incident, he might be grateful to Xun Yuan for his ‘righteous speech’.”
Cui Dongshan twisted out another chess piece and placed it on the chessboard, "Secondly, if you don't kill my husband, he Xun Yuan will be in a small place, and he will get the favor of the ruined lineage of the literary saint who is precarious and has almost no lights, and he will get it for nothing.
A favor. Even if a literary sage has insight into people's hearts, but the facts are there, you have to pinch your nose to recognize them. This is the behavior of a gentleman, and a scholar can't help it."
Cui Dongshan took out the chess pieces again and threw them casually on the chessboard, "The third is the real benefit, which is immeasurable. Xun Yuan said this to the saint above him who had dealt with him, and even more to the
The saint who almost had to eat cold pig head meat listened to this. As long as there is a dispute between the avenues, even if he, Xun Yuan, knows about the tall woman standing behind Chen Pingan, he will still kill her."
"Do you really think that one of the seventy-two sages who just handed over a jade tablet of 'I am good at cultivating Haoran Qi' is not angry? Of course, I am not angry with my husband. On the contrary, this sage has a great spirit, otherwise he would have been
He couldn't say such generous words in Old Dragon City. But the more he was like this, as one of the sages who supervised the patrol of Aquarius Continent, for the woman who dared to draw a sword and wanted to pierce the biggest trap in the world,
The more dissatisfied I become.”
"You are such a sage and a heroic figure, but still like this. Wouldn't that poor guy who was taken by Ya Sheng to the Confucian Temple to shut up and think about his mistakes feel more at ease? Do you want to take a look at Xun Yuangao?"
"It has always been extremely difficult for the upper sect to establish the next sect. It is not about the amount of money or the lack of money, or whether the fist is strong or not, but it is just a matter of whether the Confucian academy agrees or not."
Cui Dongshan moved his eyes away from the chessboard and glanced at the blurry Gongliu Island on the scroll, "Liu Laocheng, Liu Laocheng, in this way, how many sentences did Xun Yuan say in total? How many words? In the end, Yu Guizonglao
What’s the value of it?”
Cui Dongshan slapped the chessboard, and four chess pieces flew high into the sky and then fell gently.
Cui Dongshan clicked his tongue and said: "For those who practice Taoism, is it useless to cultivate the mind?"
Cui Dongshan waved his sleeves, and four chess pieces flew out with a bang, and said angrily: "Damn it, all of you, including the old bastard, hurry up and burn incense and kowtow. Don't let my husband survive this mental disaster, otherwise
None of you can escape! Shujian Lake, Zhengyang Mountain, Qingfeng City, Zhenwu Mountain, Tongye Sect, Yugui Sect, Dali Song Clan, Bai Yujing..."
Cui Dongshan's voice became lower and lower, and finally his expression was dull for a long time, and he suddenly started to cry: "The old bastard is right, my husband has a lot of worries!"
After Xun Yuan quietly left Shujian Lake, he went directly to the sea instead of going to Laolong City at the southernmost point to ride the wind and sail across the sea to return to Tongyezhou.
Liu Zhimao and the owner of Lisu Island visited Gongliu Island together.
Both of them stopped on the lake thousands of feet away from the island.
Liu Laocheng only saw the latter and told the former to get lost.
In the high-rise building of Chishui City, Cui Dongshan burst out laughing and rolled on the floor.
After he was happy, Cui Dongshan became gloomy again. He lay on the ground and "climbed" to the edge of the golden thunder pond, sighing, really trapped himself in a cocoon.
You have to find some fun to relieve your boredom, right?
Cui Dongshan sat up, threw the chess pieces on the chessboard, and concluded the coffin to calculate how favorably the people his husband met initially had a favorable impression of him.
Qi Jingchun and Cui Dongshan threw ten chess pieces on the chessboard, then rolled his eyes and said, "As long as you have good taste, that's all."
Then he waved his sleeves and pushed the chess piece out of the chessboard.
Sword Spirit Cui Dongshan didn't lose any of them, rolled his eyes again, and muttered: "You Qi Jingchun is the best, okay?"
Only six of them were thrown away.
Then he brushed the chess pieces off the chessboard.
Old man Yang. One.
A Liang, five.
Cui Dongshan thought for a while, "When we get to Hongzhu Town."
Four more chess pieces were added.
Three left and right. For Qi Jingchun’s sake, I’ll add three more.
Wei and Jin. No.
Ruan Qiong. Two.
Cui Dongshan counted almost all the people Chen Pingan knew on the chessboard.
Finally, Cui Dongshan suddenly became furious, remembering that he had missed someone who was the most annoying person, "You are the most unscrupulous old scholar, and you are the one who likes to favor others!"
He picked up a whole chess jar with both hands and dumped it onto the chess board.
Cui Dongshan frowned, put away the landscape painting, put all the chess pieces back into the chess jar, and said in a deep voice: "Come in."
The owners of this high-rise building, Mr. and Mrs. Fan, the owners of Chishui City, and their silly son Fan Yan, walked into the house one after another.
Fan Yan bowed his head and followed his parents cautiously. There were no chairs or stools in the room.
Cui Dongshan was always sitting, and it was difficult for the three of them to stand and talk, so they had to follow Cui Dongshan and sit far away, kneeling of course.
Cui Dongshan yawned.
The Fan family of Chishuicheng used to be a double-faced spy, reselling information between the Song family of Dali and the Zhuying dynasty. As for whether each piece of espionage is true or false, and the proportion of ingredients, it depends on the Dali Lu who manages Shujian Lake.
The leader of the Boting spies has a higher price and a better way to control people's hearts. The idiots from the Zhuying Dynasty are more powerful. Facts have proved that the owner of Lisu Island is more responsible for this area of espionage than the Zhuying Dynasty.
He was a man of affairs and had a lot of bright ideas. In the end, the Chishui City Fan family chose to completely join the Great Li Cavalry.
The man who was the lord of Chishui City did not speak.
Instead, it was the housewife of the Fan family who was said to only know how to spend money and pamper her son. She spoke in an orderly manner about the situation at Shujian Lake and the current situation of the border troops of the Zhu Ying Dynasty.
Cui Dongshan had no expression on his face.
The woman didn't dare to show any signs of neglect.
Because the Imperial Master of Dali, before leaving, left behind a very important word, treating the young man on the roof as the left and right minister of the Liubu Yamen of Dali.
After discussing with her man, the woman came to the conclusion that the guy on the roof must be at least a Da Li Earth Immortal monk, or someone with the surname of Shangzhu Kingdom.
The woman glanced at the husband beside her.
The Lord of Chishui City quickly stood up, bent down and walked to the edge of the weird and mysterious golden thunder pool. He lowered his head and stretched out his hands to send out a secret letter that the Grand Master of Li had given to Fan. He said softly: "The Master of the State has confessed to Xiao Xiao
Yes, if the young master has not walked out of the attic today, please take out this letter."
Cui Dongshan waved his hand, grabbed the secret letter, tore open the envelope and threw it away. After opening the secret letter, his face became gloomy.
This scene made Mr. and Mrs. Fan fight with their eyes.
How dare you treat the secret letter of Grand Master Dali like this?
If the couple had this honor, they would have been enshrined by the imperial decree long ago.
Cui Dongshan rolled up the secret letter into a ball, held it in his hand, and cursed.
The content of the letter is, "I said before that you are forgetful, and I will definitely not be convinced. What now?"
"You, Cui Dongshan, drew this circle yourself. Do you and I have any quarrel with you on this matter? I finally told you to 'cross the circle and not follow the rules', and that's why I will target you. Then if you leave the circle, keep it."
What can I do about the rules? You are just trying to make a mistake without realizing it. How is it different from Chen Ping'an? Chen Ping'an can't get out. You, as a disciple, really don't do it in vain. It's not like one family doesn't enter the same family.
When did you reach the point where you need a thunder pool to keep the rules?"
"Since you are so pitiful, I will give you this letter and you can eat it. If you are not full, you can ask Mrs. Fan for more."
Cui Dongshan really put the paper ball into his mouth, bit it into pieces and swallowed it.
Oops, it smells like rice paper and is quite delicious.
Cui Dongshan shook his head and pointed behind the couple who continued to kneel side by side. "Fan Yan, right? Get out of here and pretend to be an idiot. Isn't it fun? Tell me, what do you think of that fool Gu Can?"
The tall young man stood up, bowed and saluted, then took a step forward and sat in a row with his parents. His parents were obviously nervous and even a little afraid of this "silly" son.
Fan Yan looked calmly, looking directly at the young man in white with the mole between his eyebrows, without any stage fright, and smiled: "That Gu Can, it's very simple, you just need to act silly, have deep feelings for your parents, be simple, and be willing to
After enduring hardship and suffering losses, over time, I concealed it very well, and when I grasped the right conditions, the child believed me. I was just waiting for someone who could afford the price to sell him. I didn’t expect Liu Laocheng to cause me to lose a lot of magic money. I haven’t sold him yet.
Local complaints.”
Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "Smart man."
Fan Yan said: "It's a pity that he doesn't have great wisdom."
Cui Dongshan was happy and asked: "Do you really think so?"
Fan Yan was slightly stunned.
Cui Dongshan stood up, put his hands behind his back, kicked away and walked on the edge of the golden thunder pool, staring down at the young man, "If you want to live high, you must be able to withstand greater good and greater bad at the same time."
"If you want to live an easy life, one is to pretend to be confused, and the other is to be really confused. Which one are you, Fan Yan? Think about it slowly, you answered wrongly. Tomorrow, at the City Lord's Mansion in Chishui City, we can hold a white-hair event
Someone sent a funeral to the black-haired man. Oh, I’m sorry, the city lord and his wife, they still look young.”
Fan Yan's face turned pale.
Cui Dongshan always looked at him with a smile.
Unexpectedly, Fan Yan suddenly smiled and no longer had any fear.
Cui Dongshan tilted his head and stared coldly at Fan Yan, who was toying with Gu Can's character in the applause, "Isn't it that old bastard who told you earlier that you don't have to worry about me being angry with you? You can't die? Then you know
I don’t know, what is he thinking? You can’t even guess this, you don’t even know who I am, who gave you the courage to talk to me like this?”
It wasn't until this moment that Fan Yan started to get really nervous.
Cui Dongshan sneered and said: "There is no suspense for Da Li to eat Shujian Lake. A spy like you who resells information was indeed useful to our Da Li before and made great contributions, but the benefits that should be given are not less than a copper coin."
You, but you, the Fan family, do you really think that there is no record of Dali Lubo Pavilion about your affair with the Zhu Ying Dynasty? Why do you think you have a life-saving charm? Are you relying on your face? Huh?!"
As soon as he stepped out of the golden thunder pool, the whole tall building shook with a crash.
Nascent Soul monk!
Cui Dongshan walked up to Fan Yan, stretched out two fingers, stuck them together, and sneered condescendingly: "I'll crush a scum like you to death. I don't even think my hands are dirty. How dare you show your wits in front of me?"
Cui Dongshan turned to the door and spat, "Old bastard, I know what you are thinking. Let this little bastard arouse the thunderous anger I have stored up so that I can help you kill that guy."
A nine-level sword cultivator from the Zhu Ying Dynasty, right?"
Cui Dongshan said sternly to the shivering couple on the side: "Go and teach such a waste, you parents, teach your son well and make up for it before it's too late. Give him a dozen or twenty slaps first. Remember
Make it louder, or I'll slap you three to death. Damn it, you Shujianhu, don't you all like your family to be reunited, both above and below the ground? You're addicted to all these shameless rules.
"
There was a slap in the face one by one in the room.
It's much better than the sound of chess pieces being rubbed.
Cui Dongshan was finally in a good mood.
Cui Dongshan walked out of the house and came to the railing of the corridor with a bleak look on his face, "Gu Can, Gu Can, do you really think you are so powerful? Do you really know how cruel this world is? Do you really know what Chen Ping'an relies on?
Are you alive today? You have a little loach, but you are destined to not survive in Shujian Lake. Who gave you the courage to make you feel that you can go a long way on your own path? Your master Liu Zhimao taught you
?Your mother taught you this? Do you know how much my husband has paid for you?"
In the dusk.
Chen Ping'an took a walk to the door of Zhu Xian's mansion, carrying the pot of yellow vine wine that had been lying nearby.
Hongsu walked out of the side room with a smile, stretched out her hand to say hello: "Mr. Chen!"
Chen Ping'an and her were sitting on the threshold together as they were listening to and writing stories that day.
Hongsu's eyes sparkled, she turned around and extended her thumb, "Mr. Chen, this!"
Chen Ping'an's eyes were dark and his lips moved slightly, but he still couldn't tell the truth that would make a woman's heart break.
Things are never simple.
Just telling the truth and doing good deeds will not necessarily lead to the best results.
The current concierge is Hongsu, and at least he has no worries about life or death.
If you know the truth, can you live a better life? Will you not become anxious all the time?
In this life, Hong Su was now a kind-hearted woman with a soft mind. When she saw the accountant, she seemed a little sad, so she thought differently and mistakenly thought that it was the ups and downs and heart-stirring fight that left Mr. Chen seriously injured.
So compared to the previous meeting, he looked a little more depressed. Besides, there is such a domineering, terrifying and invincible enemy who is now staying on Gongliu Island and staring at Qingxia Island, so Mr. Chen must be sure
It's about worrying about the future.
Chen Ping'an raised the yellow vine wine presented by Hongsu in his hand and forced out a smile, "I was reluctant to drink it before. Do you have a cup over there? Let's drink some from your hometown... with table wine."
Hongsu said ashamedly: "There is only one bowl."
She asked: "How about I go to the house and ask for drinking utensils?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "No, just use a bowl. I'll drink directly from the flask."
With a smile on her face and light steps, Hongsu went to the dark side room and brought a white bowl. After she sat down, Chen Pingan had already opened the yellow paper and mud seals, turned sideways, and poured some wine for Hongsu.
.
Hong Su had a strange face and was suppressing a smile.
Mr. Chen, really, just poured so much wine? A white bowl weighing one or two, poured wine into it, and then only weighed one or two and a half?
This wine was given to him by her.
He looked at him, then at the wine bowl, and poured some more wine.
Hong Su finally couldn't help it. She held the bowl in one hand and covered her mouth with the other. Her uncontrollable laughter could be heard from between her fingers.
Chen Ping'an also laughed, and this time he poured the wine and finally filled it up for her.
Hong Su smiled so brightly that her eyes narrowed into crescent moons, she held a white bowl in both hands and sipped the wine in small sips.
Chen Pingan raised his head and took a sip of yellow vine wine.
The two of them didn't chat much.
Hongsu was a little curious, such a nice Mr. Chen, where was the girl whom she asked him in a joke last time and he nodded and acknowledged in a coy way, where is she now?
If you see Mr. Chen who is so lonely now, you will definitely feel sorry for him, right?
Chen Pingan took a sip of wine, looked into the distance, and said softly: "Hongsu, we are friends, right?"
Hongsu nodded vigorously.
Chen Ping'an hummed, as if telling her, or telling himself, "So, no matter what happens in the future, don't be afraid. No matter how big it is, remember one thing quickly. Over there at the mountain gate
, there is a bookkeeper named Chen, who is your friend."
Hong Su was a little confused, but she was still very happy. She quietly turned around and looked at the accountant beside her. The winter cold was getting worse, so she had unknowingly changed into a thick green cotton-padded gown.