Chapter 560 Morning bells and evening drums without that smoke
On Luolu Mountain, the young mountain owner traveled far away, and the old man on the second floor also traveled far away, so no one lived in the bamboo house anymore.
Chen Lingjun no longer wanders around outside recently, and comes to sit at the stone table by the cliff from time to time.
He knew that he was the most unlikable being on Luolu Mountain. He was not as diligent and intelligent as the literary fire python born in Cao's Zhilan House, and even not as cute as Zhou Mili, a little guy who was stupid and cute. Cen Yuanji was Zhu Lian
The one who brought him up the mountain had good qualifications, and he could endure hardships when practicing boxing. His daily life was busy and fulfilling. Shi Rou was in charge of the business of a shop in the town, and he didn't make much money, but after all, he was helping
Luo Lo Shan makes money and has a good relationship with Pei Qian. When Pei Qian has free time, he will go there to see Shi Rou. He says he is worried about Shi Rou enriching his own pockets, but in fact he is just afraid that Shi Rou will feel neglected by Luo Lo Shan.
He, Chen Lingjun, was the only one who wanted to save face and suffer the consequences. No matter what he did or what he said, he was not pleasing to the eye.
The brother Yujiang Water God became more and more polite to him after three night banquets with the gods. However, this kind of politeness made Chen Lingjun very disappointed. Some flattering words and attentiveness made Chen Lingjun uncomfortable.
He preferred to be at the Water Mansion, drinking from big bowls, eating large pieces of meat, speaking vulgarly, and calling each other names.
But Chen Lingjun is not a fool, he can see many things.
For example, if Senior Cui leaves and goes to the Lotus Root Blessed Land, he will definitely never come back.
But Chen Lingjun couldn't even say goodbye. When the old man in Qingshan left with Pei Qian, he could only sit here in a daze, pretending that he didn't know anything.
Early in the morning, it was supposed to be the time for Pei Qian to go upstairs and eat his fists.
Now the bamboo building is silent.
Chen Lingjun was lying on the table, with a pile of melon seeds snatched from Chen Ruchu in front of him. The warm sun today made him so weak that he couldn't even knock the melon seeds.
I was thinking about whether I should go to the mountain gate and have a fight with Brother Dafeng. Brother Dafeng is still very quack-like, but some of the dirty words are so convoluted that I have to think about it for a long time before I can come up with the meaning.
Chen Lingjun turned to look at the mansions. The old cook was not on the mountain, nor was Pei Qian. Cen Yuanji didn't know how to cook, and he also found it troublesome, so he asked Chen Ruchu to help prepare a meal.
There were a lot of cakes to eat, and Zhou Mili was a little water monster who didn't really need to eat, so there was no smoke on the mountain. There were layers of peach and plum blossoms on the mountain, and fireworks in the clouds.
Chen Lingjun felt that there were fewer people in Luopo Mountain at the moment, and everyone was busy with their own affairs, so the atmosphere of the place was much less human.
Chen Lingjun shifted his gaze again and looked at the second floor of the bamboo building, feeling a little sad.
When the old man was around, he always felt weak. Chen Lingjun felt that he would never be able to withstand the old man's punches in his life. Now that he was gone, his heart felt empty again.
Chen Lingjun sighed heavily and stretched out his hand to twist a melon seed, intending to chew it instead of peeling it to relieve his boredom.
Then Chen Lingjun stiffened his movements, gently put back the melon seeds, moved his buttocks slightly, and quietly moved his head, preparing to turn his face away from the cliff just like that.
Unexpectedly, the old Confucian scholar in blue shirt appeared out of thin air and smiled at him.
Chen Lingjun swallowed, stood up, bowed and bowed, "Chen Lingjun pays homage to the Imperial Master."
Dali Xiuhu, Cui Chan.
He's a powerful guy who can crush him to death with just one finger.
Chen Ping'an is not in Luopo Mountain, the old man is not in Zhulou, Zhu Lian and Wei Bo have gone to Zhongyue territory again, and Chen Lingjun has no backer for the time being!
Cui Chan smiled and said, "Go and do your business."
Chen Lingjun glanced at the bluestone path from Zhulou to the mansion. He felt that it was a bit precarious, so he said goodbye and climbed down the stone cliff. It would be safer to take this path farther away from the Imperial Master.
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Cui Chan remembered the way the little snake in green looked at the bamboo tower earlier and smiled.
Then I made some small calculations and did it casually without disturbing the crowd.
In the mountains to the west of Longquan County, there is a hilltop that is temporarily occupied by people, which seems to be suitable for the genus of dragons to live.
Cui Zhang stood in the corridor on the second floor, quietly waiting for someone to arrive.
A white rainbow came from far away in the sky, with the sound of spring thunder exploding, swift and violent.
I don’t care about any rules Ruan Qiong set.
Cui Zhang shook his head and sighed in his heart. Fortunately, he said hello to Ruan Qiong.
A young man in white clothes with a mole between his eyebrows holds a green bamboo stick made of ordinary material. He is dusty and has a tired face.
Cui Dongshan fell on the open space on the first floor, his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, and said angrily: "You old bastard, you just eat shit every day, why don't you stop grandpa from going to that blessed place?!"
Cui Chan asked back: "So what if I stopped you?"
Cui Dongshan was so angry that his face was livid, "You can't stop me for one day and wait until I get here?! Then get out of here as far away as you can!"
Cui Han looked indifferent.
Cui Dongshan suddenly calmed down and took a deep breath, "Grandpa studied and studied, practiced martial arts, and conducted himself in the world. The only time he gave in was for our bastard grandson who had a lot of tricks in his head! Once he backed down, it was all over.
The eleventh realm of martial arts is gone! Without the eleventh realm, people will die!"
Cui Chan said: "And for your husband and this desolate mountain."
Cui Dongshan stepped back and sat down at the stone table, holding a bamboo stick in both hands, lowering his head and gnashing his teeth.
Perhaps because he couldn't sit still, Cui Dongshan stood up, walked around in circles, and walked away quickly.
Cui Han looked at the anxious guy and said slowly: "You are not as good as me. You can't even think clearly about what grandpa cares about and why he makes such a choice. So what if you come? Is it interesting? Let you go to the Lotus Root Blessed Land.
, what’s the use of finding grandpa? It may be of some use, but it makes grandpa feel uneasy when he leaves.”
Cui Dongshan stopped, his eyes sharp, "Cui Han! Be careful what you say!"
Cui Chen said: "Cui Dongshan, you should be more careful and sensible. If you hadn't re-entered the upper five realms, you Cui Dongshan would be qualified to play at my side."
Cui Dongshan sat down gently, holding the green bamboo stick in his arms, no longer looking at the second floor, and said to himself: "Why did grandpa have to get involved in the dispute between the three and four? Why did grandpa lose his mind and go crazy? It was not our fault.
Is that so? Grandpa is a scholar, and he has always wanted us to be real scholars. What grandpa has learned all his life, and has the foundation of knowledge, is the lineage of Naya Saints. Why do people in the Middle Earth Divine Continent fight angrily for our lineage of Literary Saints?
?Why do we bully our master and destroy our ancestors, and make grandpa even more disappointed?"
Cui Chan slapped his hand on the railing and finally became furious, "Ask me?! Ask heaven and earth, ask your conscience!"
Cui Dongshan's eyes were dull and he clenched his hiking pole with both hands, "I'm a little tired and can't ask anymore questions."
Cui Dongshan remembered that when he was young, he had to be taken by that strict and rigid old man to visit mountains and climb mountains. The long journey made the child miserable.
Once, the old man climbed up the stairs, not caring about the sweaty children behind him, and just walked up the stairs.
The old man seems to be deliberately angry with his grandson. He has already gone far away, but he still wants to recite a poem by a Chinese literary giant loudly, saying that the husband is as strong as a young man, and I want to say that the pen is as long as a long bar!
The child remembered that poem very well. Later, he never thought that when the child grew up, the young man ran away from home in anger and became a disciple of the old scholar. The old scholar inexplicably became a literary saint, and the young man inexplicably became the first disciple of a saint.
, finally had the opportunity to meet the famous Confucian sage in China. However, at that time, the young man, who was more energetic than any of his peers, actually had only one thought in his mind, that is, if he had the opportunity to return to his hometown in the future, he must be with him
Grandpa, tell me about this. He said that the person you admire defeated your grandson in essays and chess, and even lost his beard.
It's just that I have accumulated a lot of words in my stomach. When I can say it, I don't want to say more. When I want to say it, I can't say it anymore.
In the distance, in Longquan County, a morning bell rang, coming from afar.
As soon as the bell rings, the city gates will be opened as usual, and all the people will work. Until the drums stop at dusk, the whole family will be reunited and have a good time.
Yuchun County near the foot of Xinzhongyue Mountain in Dali is a medium-sized county. It was not a prosperous place in the old Zhuying Dynasty. Its cultural and military fortunes were average and its culture was mediocre. It did not touch the great mountain.
The new governor, Wu Yuan, is a foreigner. It is said that he served as a county governor in Dali, which is considered normal. However, smart people in the officialdom all know that Wu Yuan will be demoted. Once
Staying away from the court's sight means losing the possibility of quickly rising to the center of the Great Li Temple. An official who is sent to a vassal country has not been promoted to a higher level. It is obvious that he is a frustrated person who has been benched. It is probably because he has offended someone.
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It's just that no matter how bleak the official career of Commander Wu is, he is a native of Dali after all, and he is young. Therefore, the governor of Liangzhou, where Yuchun County is located, has privately told officials in Yuchun County to treat Wu Yuan with courtesy.
Even if it is against local customs, the three most important measures taken by an official must be tolerated. Fortunately, after Wu Yuan took office, there was almost no movement, and he only ordered things on time. All large and small matters were left to the old yamen to handle, and many of them were handled as usual.
Opportunities to appear in public were given to several senior auxiliary officers in the government office, and the atmosphere was harmonious. However, such a weak temperament inevitably made subordinates feel contemptuous.
On this day, the young prefect was sitting in the yamen as usual, with his desk piled with county annals and Kanyu maps, slowly flipping through them, and occasionally writing something.
Wu Yuan felt something in his heart, raised his head, and saw a familiar face leaning against the door of the official hall. Wu Yuan was in a good mood, laughed, stood up, and bowed: "The tiger has arrived, and you can't wait to greet him from afar."
It was Wei Bo who had removed the blindfold.
Wei Bo crossed the threshold and said with a smile: "Master Wu is a little unloyal. In the previous night banquet, he only sent a congratulatory note."
Wu Yuan smiled calmly and said: "The salary is meager. I spent 10 to 20 to support myself and 50 to 60 to buy books. I have some money left every month. I saved it hard because I fell in love with an ancient inkstone in Yunxing County next door.
It's just a slap in the face, not a fat man, so I thought that the journey was far away and it would be hard for Lord Tiger to come here to investigate. How could I have imagined that Lord Wei Shanjun would be so persistent that he would actually come?"
Wei Bo twisted his wrist, and in his hand came out a Laokeng banana inkstone that was well-known in the old Zhu Ying Dynasty. He placed it gently on the desk, "Master Wu doesn't talk about loyalty, but I, Wei Bo, am very different. I have traveled thousands of miles to visit people to reminisce about the past, and I still haven't forgotten it."
Take a detour to buy gifts.”
Wu Yuan leaned over and stared at the lovely ancient inkstone, stretched out his hand to carefully rub the texture, and said in surprise: "Good guy, the first-class banana inkstone taken from the bottom of the green dragon pit, the key is our guard at Dali
The military commander has previously sealed off this old pit and sent military men to guard the pit. It is obvious that it will soon become a royal tribute to His Majesty the Emperor. Therefore, the few ancient inkstones from this pit on the market have become more and more expensive.
It’s scary, I may not be able to collect enough money even if I’ve been a prefect for a hundred years.”
Wu Yuan reluctantly looked away, looked at the white-clothed god, and asked with a smile: "Master Tiger, tell me what you have to say. With this priceless banana inkstone, I promise that I will tell you everything I know."
Wei Bo said: "How about the Lord of Zhongyue Mountain Jinqing?"
In the new Zhongyue Mountain of Dali, the Mountain Lord Jin Qing was once the first mountain god in the Zhu Ying Dynasty. There is a unique sword-washing pool halfway up the mountain. Many sword cultivators came here to temper their swords. Jin Qing often protected them secretly.
, so he not only has a very good relationship with the Zhu Ying Dynasty, which has the largest number of sword cultivators in the continent, but also has a close relationship with many Jindan sword cultivators in the continent. Among them, Tiger Jin Qing has a famous relationship with Li Tuanjing of Fengleiyuan.
In the early years of his life, Li Tuanjing traveled to the Zhu Ying Dynasty. There were many conflicts and he offended the Beiyue Zhengshen. There was a critical moment. For this reason, Jin Qing did not hesitate to antagonize his two colleagues, the Northern and Southern Mountain Lords, and insisted on escorting the Longmen realm at that time.
The cultivated Li Tuanjing left the dynasty safely.
Wu Yuan laughed loudly, turned around and took out a stack of paper from the desk, wrote in neat small regular letters, and handed it to Wei Bo, "It's all written on it."
Wei Bo lowered his head and flipped through the contents of the paper, tutting his tongue and saying, "Throughout the trip, the local people said that Yuchun County has a father-in-law officer who no one can meet. It turns out that County Sheriff Wu is not idle either."
Miscellaneous information from hearsay is of little significance and can easily lead to misunderstandings.
What Wu Yuan wrote on the paper recorded the actual actions done by Zhongyue Zishan and Tiger Jinqing in history.
Wei Bo carefully browsed the writings on the paper. They were all about which dynasty, which generation and year Jinqing was in, what specific things he did, one by one. In addition, there were also ink ink notes, which wrote Wu
As a bystander, Yuan himself seemed to be reading the detailed annotations in history books. Wu Yuan also wrote about some of the rumors and deeds that were spread among the people, but he always circled the words "miracle" and "zhiwei" at the end.
Wei Bo read carefully but also quickly. He quickly finished reading a large pile of paper, returned it to Wu Yuan, and said with a smile: "This gift is not in vain."
Wei Bo stood on tiptoe and glanced at the pile of papers on the table, "Hey, what a coincidence, Mr. Wu has recently been studying the origin of the many inkstone pits in Yunxing County? Why, can't he print a book? Yu Chun
Isn’t it unreasonable for a county governor to secretly make money for himself by relying on Yunxing County’s specialty products?”
Wu Yuan said frankly: "I have nothing to do. I want to use this small matter as an entry point to learn more about the official changes in the Zhu Ying Dynasty. The secret files of the Imperial Palace Library have long been banned. I have no chance to read them, so I have to find another way."
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Wei Bo nodded and said appreciatively: "It is a shame that Mr. Wu did not become the new governor of Longzhou."
Wu Yuan smiled and said: "Reward for merit outweighs punishment, as it should be. I am very satisfied to be able to keep my official title of county guard. I can also keep out of the eyes of some big shots in the court and out of the way of some people. It is a blessing in disguise."
.Hide here and be happy and peaceful.”
Wei Bo had no intention of staying for a long time, so Wu Yuan said: "The tiger must visit Xu Ruo when he leaves his jurisdiction this time, right? It's best to go to the Zhongyue Temple first, and then visit his old friends."
Wei Bo nodded and said: "That's the plan. Previously, I was in retreat at Piyun Mountain, and Mr. Xu helped to hold the line and guard the retreat. When I was about to successfully leave the retreat, he quietly left and returned to your Zishan Mountain. Such a gift.
It would be unjustifiable if we don’t thank you face to face for such great love.”
Wu Yuan smiled and said: "Then I'll trouble you, Mr. Tiger, to leave as soon as possible. Don't delay me from admiring the ancient inkstone."
Wei Bo left with a smile and disappeared.
In fact, after Wei Bo left the ferry and appeared in Yunxing County, the ancestral temple on the top of Zhongyue Mountain and the majestic statue of the god opened a pair of golden eyes. It was just the tiger Jin Qing who was not satisfied with the visit of the white-clothed god.
, chose to turn a blind eye.
When Wei Bo appeared in Yuchun County at the foot of the mountain, Jin Qing strode out of the golden statue. He was a tall man wearing purple clothes and a jade belt. There was a lot of incense on the mountain, but no one could see this scene.
Jin Qing walked among the many faithful men and women in the main hall. After crossing the threshold, he stepped out and directly arrived at the relatively quiet top of the secondary peak of Diazi Mountain.
The Five Sacred Mountains in various countries in the world are almost never just two or three isolated peaks. They often have vast territory and long mountain ranges. For example, Chazi Mountain consists of eight peaks. The main peak is known as the master of ten thousand mountains in the central territory of the Zhu Ying Dynasty.
, the Zhongyue Temple is built on the top of the mountain, which is a place of worship for emperors and subjects of past dynasties.
The second peak is called Diezhang Peak. There is no Taoist temple building on the top of the mountain. It is the earliest mountain god's palace built in Jinqing. Today, there are only a few mountain king female envoys taking care of the houses there, and there is no mountain god sitting in it.
When the architecture first appeared, Jin Qing was not yet the Zhongyue Mountain King, but Diazi Mountain was already the ancient Zhongyue Mountain of the Zhuying Dynasty. After the old tiger's golden body collapsed, the authority to control the mountain was handed over to Jin Qing. At that time,
Zhu Ying, the prime minister who held the power of a country, once built a thatched cottage on the north side of Diezhang Peak, where he studied and practiced martial arts for many years.
Jin Qing looked indifferent, overlooking the mountains and rivers of the earth.
All people and things are fleeting and fleeting.
Jin Qing's gaze shifted. In the Laojun Cave of Fenglong Peak, the Mohist hero Xu Ruo was staying there alone. He said he was concentrating on his cultivation. In fact, the gods of mountains and rivers in the Diazi Mountains knew very well that Xu Ruo was
While supervising Zhongyue. Compared with the earth-shaking fight on Qishan Mountain in Xindongyue, with countless monks on both sides dead and wounded, Zishan Mountain was stained with very little blood. Jin Qing only knew that Xu Ruo had left Zhongyue territory twice. The most recent time was to go to Zhongyue Mountain.
Piyun Mountain guarded the gate for Wei Bo, but for the first time there was no trace. After that, a certain old swordsman who Jin Qing originally thought was bound to show up, who could be called the Dinghai Shenzhen of the Zhu Ying Dynasty, never showed up. Jin Qing didn't show up.
Make sure it's because of Xu Ruo's visit.
If Xu Ruo really stopped the old swordsman.
As the mountain king of Aquarius Continent, Jin Qing would feel better.
As for the level of Xu Ruo's cultivation, no one can tell, and there is no definite statement. If Ruan Qiong, the Longquan Sword Sect, is the most famous five-level monk in Aquarius Continent today, then Xu Ruo is the most hidden.
The only clue about the exposed one is that the Wei and Jin Dynasties in Fengxue Temple challenged Tianjun Xie Shi. Afterwards, a few words were circulated, saying that someone was behind the sword, and Wei and Jin might not be able to win.
Even though Xu Ruo was cultivating under Jin Qing's eyes, the tiger Jin Qing was still the same as before, like a common man looking at the abyss, with no bottom.
Jin Qing glanced at the Yuchun County Prefect's Office and sneered.
As expected, the Beiyue Mountain Lord met Wu Yuan and wanted to go to Fenglong Peak to thank Xu Ruo first.
If you come to yourself again, you will have more confidence.
Jin Qing frowned.
The next moment, a man in white clothes fluttered to the ground and appeared on this mountain peak. He slowly walked towards Jin Qing. The man smiled and said, "I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Jinshan."
Jin Qing said: "We are the same tigers and righteous gods, but the five mountains are different. There is no need to be so polite. If you have something to say, just say it. If you don't have anything, don't stay here."
Wei Bo nodded, "This is the best. I came to Zishan this time just to remind you, Jinqing, not to get in the way of Lord Yueshan. I, Beiyue, will not be very happy."
Jin Qing did not look at the handsome man in white, but looked into the distance and asked: "So what if you are unhappy?"
Wei Bo stretched out his finger and tapped the golden ring next to his ear, and said with a smile: "Then Zhongyue is about to close the mountain."
Jin Qing turned his head and asked, "Is there a secret edict from Emperor Dali? Or do you carry an edict from the Imperial Court's Ministry of Rites?"
Wei Bo nodded: "Of course...
Then he shook his head and added: "None of them."
Jin Qing stretched out a hand and sneered: "Then Mr. Wei Shan is free to do whatever he wants?"
Wei Bo is really casual.
Beiyue's luck is like mountains and seas, rushing towards the central boundary of a continent, with momentum like a rainbow, from south to north, like a big Li cavalry on the clouds.
Judging from the posture, it is definitely not pretending to scare people.
Jin Qing knew that once the fate of the two mountains collided, it would be a huge trouble. If he couldn't help it anymore, he shouted angrily: "Wei Bo! You can weigh the consequences yourself!"
Wei Bo clasped his hands behind his back and said with a smile: "We should respectfully call him Lord Wei Shan."
Jin Qing stopped talking nonsense and saw a huge golden statue of a god appearing in the Yue Temple on the main peak of Diazi Mountain. He raised his arms high, swept across the sea of clouds, and wanted to slap Diezhang Peak with one palm.
Behind Wei Bo, on the top of the peak, there is also a majestic golden body of Dharma, standing on the top of the mountain. Even if it is not on the boundary of his own mountain, Wei Bo's Dharma is actually fifty feet taller than the Zhongyue spirit.
The Beiyue Dharma Spirit manifested by Wei Bo with his natal magical power, grabbed the arm of the Zhongyue God with one hand, held down the latter's head with the other hand, and then stepped out with a heavy foot, which actually directly pushed the Jin Qingjin body to stagger back.
, he was about to fall back towards the Fenglong Peak of the Zishan Mountain, but he still refused to give up. There was a golden halo hanging behind Wei Bo's huge body. He stretched his hand around behind, holding the golden ring in his hand, and was about to hit Zhongyue Faxiang on the head.
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Both sides are relatively restrained, and the golden body and Dharma have been reduced to nothing. Otherwise, countless buildings would have been destroyed by pulling the three peaks of Zishan.
At this moment, an unspectacular man walked out of the hut at Laojun Cave in Fenglong Peak. He seemed a little helpless with his sword behind him. He shook his head, stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword behind him, and gently pulled it out.
The sword was a few inches out of its scabbard.
In an instant, a mountain range stretched between the two golden bodies of mountain gods.
He advised: "If the two tigers really don't like each other, they should choose a polite way of fighting. Otherwise, rolling up their sleeves and fighting would be an insult to their majesty and teach the two tigers of Qishan and Ganzhou mountains to laugh at each other.
I, Xu Ruo, am also suspected of failing to protect the mountain."
Jin Qing's face was gloomy and he removed the golden body and dharma image.
Wei Bo also put away the majestic god.
However, the trend of Beiyue's luck heading south to "hit the mountain" continues unabated.
Jin Qing asked: "Wei Bo, I advise you to stop in moderation!"
Wei Bo said: "Jin Qing, if you still act according to your past thoughts, you will not be able to keep the peace of the old mountains and rivers. The Dali court is not stupid, and it is very clear that Jin Qing has never really returned to his heart. If you can't understand this,
After a while, I will simply help Da Li to replace you with a tiger. Anyway, I think you are really displeasing to me. If Xu Ruo stops you once, I have already done my best to you."
Jin Qing turned his head and looked to the north. At the border between the two mountains, there was already a strange sign of wind and rain.
Jin Qing said dejectedly: "Tell me what Zhongyue should do before you are willing to withdraw from Beiyue Feng Shui."
Wei Bo smiled and said: "You don't even show respect to Beiyue, how can you really be loyal to the Dali court? Do you think the Dali court is full of three-year-olds? Do you want me to teach you how to do it? Carry heavy gifts.
, go to Piyun Mountain, bow your head, admit your mistake, and come to apologize!"
Xu Ruo touched his forehead and returned to the hut. Knowing such a friend, he was really not a kind person.
Jin Qing wondered: "That's it?"
Wei Bo asked back: "Otherwise? Besides, you have already arrived at the border of Beiyue. How many steps can you take from the capital of Dali? Just raise your feet and you are there? As long as the border of Zhongyue is not in chaos, the Dali court is not a madman, deliberately
Are you going to start a killing spree here? Do you know clearly? Your vague gesture of seeming loyalty and righteousness will make many survivors of the subjugated country feel lucky. They hope that their generosity in dying will make you wake up.
Finally rose up together with them? If you, Jin Qing, really want to do this, you can be considered a man. If you don't want to do this, you are willing to bear the infamy, and you want to protect the safety of the people, why are you acting coy? "
Jin Qing was speechless.
Wei Bo said: "When we go back to Piyun Mountain, don't forget the gift. Only when the courtesy is important can the affection be strong."
After saying that, Wei Bo left Diezhang Peak and went to the hut outside Laojun's Cave in Fenglong Peak.
Xu Ruo stood at the door, folding his arms, leaning against the door, and said angrily: "Master Wei Dashan, are you going to repay me like this? You have nothing to say, and you still make such a fuss?"
Wei Bo stamped his feet and lamented: "It is really a great kindness that cannot be repaid!"
Xu Ruo stretched out his hands and rubbed his cheeks vigorously, "Being a tiger can be regarded as the only one among the gods of mountains and rivers in the world to do this."
Wei Bo's eyes were full of resentment and he said, "Isn't this why a horse is thin and has long hair, while a man is poor and has short ambitions?"
Xu Ruo smiled, stretched out his hand and pointed casually, "Disappear for me, Ma Liu'er."
Wei Bo smiled and said: "Yes!"
gone.
Xu Ruo thought for a while, then Yufeng went to Diezhang Peak, where the tiger Jin Qing stood there with a solemn expression.
Xu Ruo didn't say anything.
Jin Qing suddenly said: "The sun is shining brightly, thousands of people are walking on the mountain, thousands of people are carrying silkworms, hundreds of people are carrying heavy weights, and lowering them under the bonfire to bring out the treasures."
Xu Ruo knew what the tiger was talking about. He was talking about the incident in the history of Zhu Ying Dynasty where he dug mountains to collect water in order to obtain famous inkstones.
And this Jin Qing happened to be a quarryer during his lifetime. Some say he drowned accidentally in the end, and some say he was whipped to death by a supervisor. His resentment lingered after his death, but he did not turn into a evil ghost, but became a heroic spirit.
, to protect the mountains and rivers. In the end, the old tiger of Zishan valued his nature and was promoted to the mountain god of Diezhangfeng step by step.
Xu Ruo said slowly: "There is no monarch with clean hands in the world. If we only use pure benevolence and morality to weigh the gains and losses of an emperor, it will be unfair. Regarding the common people of the country and the welfare of the people, we all schools of thought,
Everyone has his own ruler, and there will be considerable discrepancies. As a god, you, Jin Qing, have a human conscience that has never been extinguished. I see it in my eyes and respect it very much."
Xu Ruo smiled and said: "It's just that things in the world are complicated, and it is inevitable that you will always go against your will. I don't advise you to do anything. Whether you agree to Wei Bo or refuse the kindness, you are worthy of being the tiger of Zishan. If you are willing, I will almost
You can leave this place. If you don’t want to compromise like this, I am willing to hand over a complete sword with my own hands, completely shatter your golden body, and never let others humiliate you Jinqing and Zishan."
Jin Qing turned around and said with a smile: "You can draw Ruo Ruo's sword completely, and it will be very lethal?"
Xu Wenqiang nodded and said: "I have raised the sword for many years, and it is extremely lethal."
Jin Qing smiled, "Then it would be someone else who teaches me this sword. I, Dia Zishan, can't bear it."
Xu Ruo hesitated for a moment and reminded: "When visiting Piyun Mountain, the gift doesn't need to be too heavy."
Jin Qing laughed and cursed: "It turns out they are all the same!"
Xu Ruo clasped his fists and smiled: "I've been bothering you for a long time. When you get to the capital, remember to say hello. I'll treat the tiger to a drink."
Jin Qing nodded, and then asked: "Did Mr. Xu deliberately come to me to conquer Zishan?"
Xu Ruo stopped and said calmly: "You and I are here, after all, to reduce the number of deaths. But if you want to ask us, the Mo family, why we chose Da Li to let so many people die in Aquarius Continent, I can't give you the answer for the time being.
, but please wait and see.”
Jin Qing was speechless.
Xu Ruo did not return to Fenglong Peak, so he left Diazi Mountain and headed for Lijing City in the north.
He doesn't like sword riding.
Because Xu Ruo has always felt that swordsmen and sword cultivators should be on an equal footing.
The Jade Pu Realm Sword Immortal of the Zhu Ying Dynasty who had been in seclusion for many years tried to assassinate Cao Ping, the new hunting envoy of Da Li, but he died before he even set out.
In fact, the opponent does not need to die, Xu Ruo will only seriously injure the opponent.
The twilight old man who had been in seclusion for hundreds of years but had never been able to break through the seclusion did not want to be a prisoner until his death, let alone join the enemy Song family. Therefore, after breaking the sword, there was no chance of winning, so he just waited for death and laughed about this plan.
From the beginning, he knew that he would die, so it was not a great loss to die at the hands of Xu Ruo, the number one swordsman of the Mohist family.
Xu Ruo made an exception and said something.
In the land of a continent, the emperors, generals, princes, princes, ministers, traders, and soldiers at the foot of the mountain will all die. At dusk under the mountain, there will be no more smoke.
After the old man heard about it, he could only feel sad before his death.
Pei Qian sat on the bench and looked around. The small house and courtyard were all the same. Pei Qian almost had the illusion that he and Cao Qinglang were still the same as before. He was just asked by his master to go to the well to fetch a bucket of water.
, and then he went out and came back and saw Cao Qinglang, that's all.
When she was waiting for Cao Qinglang outside, she had read the Spring Festival couplets pasted on the courtyard gate a hundred times. The handwriting was good, but not so good that she felt ashamed.
Cao Qinglang looked at this dark-skinned girl. In fact, he had many questions to ask her. Why has she not grown much taller after so many years outside? Now they only talk about their heights. The difference between them is a head. Why did she, Pei Qian, suddenly
He just carried a bamboo box on his back and hung a bamboo knife and sword. How was Mr. Chen's life during his study tour there?
Pei Qian picked up the bamboo box and put it behind him, put the walking stick across his knees, sat upright, looked straight ahead, not looking at Cao Qinglang, and said straight to the point: "Do you know that back then, my master actually wanted to take you away from Oujiang?"
The land of flowers and flowers is not willing to take me away at all."
Cao Qinglang hesitated for a moment and did not rush to answer. He smiled and asked: "Mr. Chen, will you be accepted as a disciple?"
Pei Qian's eyes shone like the sun and the moon, he nodded and said solemnly: "Yes! I have walked through thousands of mountains and rivers with Master, and Master has never left me behind!"
Cao Qinglang lightly clenched his hands into fists and placed them on his knees with a gentle smile. "Although it is a pity that Mr. Chen did not take me away from here, I think it is a wonderful thing for you to travel thousands of miles with Mr. Chen. I envy you very much."
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Pei Qian remained silent.
Cao Qinglang turned around and asked: "Now that Mr. Chen wants you to carry water, will you carry the bucket and spray water to clean the streets at the same time?"
Pei Qian suddenly turned her head, just about to get angry, but when she saw the smile in Cao Qinglang's eyes, she felt as if she had no good martial arts skills. Her fists weighed a hundred kilograms, but she couldn't exert any strength when faced with a ball of cotton.
He snorted coldly, crossed his arms and said: "You are a coward and you know nothing. Now I have learned thousands of skills from my master. I am never lazy. I copy books and learn to read every day. I also practice martial arts and boxing. Master is working with me."
Without him, it would be the same."
Cao Qinglang pretended to be surprised, "That's it."
Pei Qian felt a little aggrieved. How come Cao Qinglang still didn't like him after all these years? Moreover, he seemed to be more courageous than the timid Menghulu back then.
Pei Qian's eyes lit up and he asked: "Have you ever heard of this poem about the rock wall embroidered with iron flowers, and the frogs marching silently with murderous intent?"
Cao Qinglang shook his head.
He is now a half-spiritual person who can never forget even a single glance or ten lines. He has also liked reading since he was a child. As time goes by, Master Zhongqiu is willing to lend him books. Before the world was divided, Lu
The husband would often send him books from other places. Cao Qinglang was not boasting, but he had read quite a lot.
Pei Qian asked again: "Do you know how to write the character 黾?"
Cao Qinglang smiled and stretched out a finger, wrote the word "龻" in the air, and said, "Confucian classics record that in the mid-autumn month, the cold air is strong and the yang energy is declining, so it is called murderous energy. Frog stride is the sound of frogs. In ancient times,
The sage has a saying of "taking away the frogs with his palm". I once heard a gentleman say with a smile that "Shiyu" likes to talk about the heroic Suzi and the soft willows and ask about their ancestors. At that time, the gentleman said
When I clap my hands with a folding fan and laugh, I laugh, just like a frog making a noise or Xiao Sheng parroting a parrot."
Pei Qian remained calm and said with a straight face: "So you know it too."
The essence of this phrase lies in the word "ye".
Of course, Cao Qinglang didn't mean to show off his mixed knowledge. He just wanted to know what kind of person Pei Qian is today. It's a bit strange. Pei Qian seems to have changed a lot, but many things have remained the same.
Pei Qian suddenly said: "The last time we met, I actually wanted to beat you to death because I was afraid that you would take away my master. Master has always cared about you very much, not the kind of person who just talks about it. Apart from drinking,
Master will talk a little more about what is on his mind. Most of the time, Master will just look into the distance occasionally and be in a daze. At that time, Master’s eyes will whisper. So I know that Master misses you very much and always hopes to bring you back.
Take it with you so that you won't be alone in the land of lotus flowers, fearing that you will suffer hardship."
Pei Qian hesitated for a moment, then grabbed the hiking pole with both hands. The joints turned white and the veins on the back of his hands were exposed. He said slowly: "I'm sorry!"
Cao Qinglang nodded slightly, "I accept your apology, because it is indeed wrong for you to think that way. But you had such an idea, you were able to hold back, guard your heart, and did not do anything in the end. I think it is good. So.
In fact, you don’t have to worry that I will take away your master. Since Mr. Chen has accepted you as his disciple, if one day you no longer have this thought, no one in the world can take him away, let alone me, Cao Qinglang.
Let’s go Mr. Chen.”
Pei Qian said loudly: "He is the founding disciple, not an ordinary disciple!"
Cao Qinglang said helplessly: "Okay, great, great, great."
Pei Qian looked at him sideways and said slowly: "Meng Hulu, are you really not angry?"
Cao Qinglang raised his elbows slightly, looked at Pei Qian, and made an angry look, like the door god on the door of the small house with wide eyes looking at the world, "I am very angry!"
Pei Qian twitched his lips and said, "Isn't it childish?"
Cao Qinglang asked: "You came to Nanyuan Kingdom alone this time? Mr. Chen didn't come?"
Pei Qian shook his head and said dullly: "I came to Nanyuan Kingdom with an old man who taught me boxing. We walked a long way before we got here."
Cao Qinglang asked curiously: "Where is the old gentleman?"
Pei Qian turned his head and stared blankly in the direction of Xinxiang Temple without saying anything.
After a while.
Cao Qinglang was a little scared.
I saw Pei Qian, who had a slightly taller head and a slightly less black face, with his mouth open and didn't cry out, but he had a lot of tears and runny nose.
In an instant, Pei Qian stood up, his movements were too hasty, and he flicked the hiking pole lying across his knees, but she didn't care. Then the ground in the small courtyard shook with a bang, and Pei Qian's figure disappeared instantly.
Cao Qinglang couldn't worry about her, so he floated up like a bird, wearing a green shirt with big sleeves swaying, and followed the thin figure in front of him from a distance on the ridge of the roof.
Pei Qian fell outside the corridor of Xinxiang Temple, looked at the old man with his eyes closed, and said angrily: "Old man, don't sleep!"
Pei Qian stamped his foot on the ground, stepped back, opened a simple and vigorous boxing frame, and cried: "Grandpa Cui, get up and give me a fist!"
Cao Qinglang stood behind Pei Qian, and a middle-aged monk came over. Cao Qinglang put his hands together and apologized.
The abbot monk of Xinxiang Temple nodded slightly, lowered his head and put his palms together, sang a Buddha chant, and left slowly.
Pei Qian maintained that boxing stance for a long time.
Cao Qinglang walked to Pei Qian, reached out and gently pressed Pei Qian's fist, "The old gentleman has left."
Cao Qinglang found that he could not press the fist at all. Pei Qian said to himself: "Grandpa Cui, don't sleep, let's go home together! This is not home, our home is in Luolu Mountain!"
Cao Qinglang had already noticed something strange about Pei Qian, so he pressed Pei Qian's fist heavily with one hand and shouted softly: "Pei Qian!"
Pei Qian's natural fisting intention was like fire burning the palms of Cao Qinglang's hands. Cao Qinglang's expression did not change at all. He moved his feet like an immortal stepping on a gang to fight. His cuffs seemed to be filled with the breeze, and he held the sword secret with his back hand.
, actually forcefully pressed down Pei Qian's fist by more than an inch. Cao Qinglang said in a deep voice: "Pei Qian, do you still want to make the old gentleman walk unsteadily and uneasy?!"
Cao Qinglang interrupted the surging fist power like a waterfall, and Pei Qian seemed to wake up a little. He squatted down, hugged his head and started crying. His eyes were always fixed on the old man in green shirt sitting in the corridor.
The next moment, the old man in green shirt, who was asleep after death, seemed to be pulled by the drum-beating fist intention of the god-man before, but the silent fist intention of the dead person came back to life.
From where Cui Cheng gently folded his hands in front of him, two bright lights like the sun and moon appeared in the sky. All the fists of the tenth-level martial artist, from the body of the withered and rotten wood, from the hundred-skeleton Qi Palace,
The two groups of light surged into the air. Cao Qinglang was dazzled by the light and had to close his eyes. Not only that, Cao Qinglang was forced by the fist intention that was about to collapse like a mountain, so he refused to retreat and could only slide back.
, and finally leaned against the wall, unable to move, and the aura that came from practicing Taoism could not be condensed at all.
But that strong fisting intention, which no one in the world dared to restrain, had no impact on Pei Qian.
Pei Qian clenched her hands into fists and stood up. A bead hovered in front of her, eventually lingering around Pei Qian and slowly flowing around.
Another bead shot straight into the sky, collided with the sky, and shattered into pieces, like a martial arts drizzle falling from the lotus root blessing.
This half of the martial arts fortune was supposed to be that Zhu Lian followed the old man and the young child into this new blessed land of lotus roots. After the old man died, Zhu Lian became a martial artist in the Far Traveling Realm and was the number one martial artist in the world today. Naturally,
He could get a lot of it, but Zhu Lian refused.
Pei Qian did not dare to catch the martial arts bead that the old man left for her.
What if Grandpa Cui didn't die? What if he accepted this gift, and Grandpa Cui would really die.
Why do we have to deal with life and death when we were young, and why do we still have to do this when we grow up?
Cao Qinglang looked at the back and said softly: "No matter how uncomfortable you are, don't lie to yourself. If you leave, you will leave. All we can do is to make ourselves live a better life."
Pei Qian, who had his back to Cao Qinglang, nodded slightly, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and held the martial arts bead.
Pei Qian turned to look at Cao Qinglang and said, "Grandpa Cui actually has a lot to say, but he didn't even have time to tell Master."
In the small temple, the melodious sound of evening drums sounded.