Chen Ping'an got off the ladder and randomly selected a book on the bookshelf. It was a collection of clear words that specifically talked about how to deal with the world.
He flipped through the book very quickly. There were many sages' teachings in the book, which made Chen Ping'an deeply convinced. No matter how lazy he looked back at the beautiful scene, or when there was a storm, it was the right place for a hero to stand firm.
Chen Ping'an always felt that he was talking to himself, and he suddenly became more courageous, which was much more effective than drinking.
Moreover, Chen Ping'an had figured out a truth for himself very early on: Don't say angry or sarcastic words to those close to you, especially don't be silent.
Putting the book in his hand back on the bookshelf, he remembered for no reason the Longzhou Taoist from Huanghua Temple in Tongyezhou. Chen Pingan smiled, imitating his example, and gently pushed the surrounding books with his palms. The positions were even and not bad at all.
Chen Pingan strode out of the library and opened the courtyard door. After thinking about it, Chen Pingan left the door unlocked. If he had to come back, he would have to worry about many things. After all, it is his senior brother's house. It is not appropriate to fly here and there.
As for the Emperor Song of Dali and the Queen Mother, it doesn't matter whether they come or not. If they come, it will be good for both parties. If they don't come, Chen Pingan doesn't care at all, because he has already planned to read a few more days in the capital.
.
Now that we have guessed the intention of our senior brother Cui Chan, it is very simple. It is rare to have such a good thing without distinguishing between public and private. He can stab the knife with evil hands and do it as cruelly as he wants. Moreover, Chen Pingan suddenly remembered something. If according to the context and seniority,
, since Song He is a student of Senior Brother Cui, and he is the junior uncle of Emperor Da Li, then isn't it a matter of course to protect his nephew to some extent?
But if you, Song He, don't have enough Taoism, then you can replace him with someone who has enough Taoism to be the emperor. Anyway, once the old story is revealed and the old accounts of the Song clan's family are opened up by someone who wants to, it is an established fact that His Majesty the Emperor is the legitimate successor to the throne.
, the city will become crumbling, and the whole continent will be in an uproar.
The evaluation of Song Ji's salary by the national master Cui Chan was probably the performance of the vassal king Song Mu in the Aquarius Island war. From Laolongcheng to Dadu in the central part, it was indeed not disappointing. It was obvious to all from the mountain to the mountain. Imitation
Why Bai Yujing stayed in the capital of Dali and near the Dadu Temple must be a kind of "goodwill" reminder from the teacher to the students. Even if the teacher is gone and there is no national teacher in Dali for the time being, a monarch's Xiu Qi Zhiping is still
Can't forget.
Chen Ping'an even felt that the Dali imperial court took the initiative to return the mountains and rivers after the war based on military merit. It was because the senior brother was waiting for today. If this was not done, the people of Aquarius Island would be scattered, and it would be difficult for all the vassal states in the south to gather their combat power. Furthermore, there would be a big war.
At the end of the day, if the pattern of one continent or one country still exists, once the capital city and the vassal palace of Great Li form a North-South confrontation, and the battle lines are stretched so long, it is easy for the fight to last for decades or even more than a hundred years.
Pingzhou is considered useless.
As for Song Jixin, does he have the intention to restore his real name?
have.
Chen Ping'an noticed Song Jixin's ambition when he was in Jidu Temple at that time. However, Song Jixin was too afraid of the imperial master Cui Xun, so he kept it quiet and always acted as a minister.
Otherwise, the relationship between Song Jixin, the king of the Great Li vassal, and almost all the mountain forces in Aquarius Continent, especially with the Great Li frontier army, was not generally good.
As for the people who govern the country, all the civil and military leaders in the six yamen of Dali capital have faced war directly. Who is not proficient in business knowledge, talented and learned, and extremely pragmatic? And compared with the officials in the capital,
The officialdom in the south is mostly composed of civil servants and military generals who are in their prime. Moreover, like Liu Gaohua from Rouge County in Caiyi Country, why would he rather abandon his hometown and become a minister of a country instead of becoming a middle-level official in the capital temple? This is a subtle influence.
The recognition itself is the recognition of the vassal states of Da Li to the vassal king Song Mu in the past.
Therefore, in the capital of Dali, the emperor did not dare to act rashly. It was deeply ingrained in the capital and the vassal residence had no idea about the back-up arrangements of the national master Cui Chan, so they always lived in peace.
If Chen Ping'an's bottom line before coming to the capital of Dali was to retrieve the piece of broken porcelain from the Queen Mother of Dali, even if he broke up with the entire Dali court because of it, at worst, he would have a fight first and then move the whole place including Luolu Mountain.
Many vassals went to a place in the southern part of Beiju Luzhou and took root. Eventually, they echoed the Luoluo Shanxia sect established in Tongyezhou. There was Dali in the middle. Anyway, they were completely married to the Song family of Dali.
So now, Chen Ping'an is no longer just retrieving the porcelain pieces so easy to talk to.
For example, surrender.
Nanfan went north and entered Beijing to proclaim himself emperor.
In the final analysis, it still depends on the choice of the Emperor.
After only walking a few dozen steps into the alley, Chen Ping'an began to carefully consider the temples, frontier troops, and the three main branches on the mountain, and then roughly calculated at least a dozen links, such as the old man of Zongren Mansion, all the Shangzhu Kingdom
Surnames, major hunting envoys, and the continued development of each link...In the final analysis, we still pursue the peace and order of a country.
It's just that Chen Ping'an didn't realize that what he was thinking about and what he was doing was actually like a great Li national master.
In the past hundred years or so, Cui Chang, the embroidered tiger, would walk slowly in the lane like this every time he went to court to discuss matters or returned from court, alone and thinking alone.
Nearing the entrance of the alley, Chen Pingan found that the young man was squatting at the entrance of the alley to secretly drink while his master was away. He glanced at the street from time to time to see if his master was there.
Hearing the footsteps in the alley, Zhao Duanming immediately stood up, put the pot of wine behind him, and asked with an attentive face: "Brother Chen is going to find his sister-in-law, do you want me to help lead the way? I know this place in the capital well.
Just walk around with your eyes open."
That is to say, the relationship between the two parties is not familiar for the time being. Otherwise, in this nearby area, no matter how ungrateful the place is, I have pooped, and Zhao Duanming can pat his chest and say it with a clear conscience.
Chen Pingan stopped and asked, "Duanming, do you have a girl you like?"
Zhao Duanming is extremely satisfied with his name now, but Chen Jianxian's untimely question made him feel uncomfortable. What girls are we talking about in the middle of the night? Do you think I am drinking flower wine? The young man sighed, "Sorrow."
.I am not young anymore. There are girls I like, and there are many girls who like me. Unfortunately, I practice spiritual practice every day, and I have never had sex with a girl until now.
Drunkard Cao always made fun of me about this. He's in his forties, and he's an old bachelor who doesn't even have a warm quilt at night. He still has the nerve to talk to me. I don't know who gave him the face.
You haven’t woken up after drinking, so you don’t have the same experience as him.”
Then the young man found that the blue-robed swordsman also sighed.
A thousand arrows of sorrow will hit the target, but they will never fail.
Zhao Duanming immediately handed over a handful of salted and dried peanuts, and Chen Ping'an also gave the boy a jug of wine. The boy put away his jug. He couldn't get good wine from Drunkard Cao, so he was a pauper who could only borrow money everywhere.
He opened the clay seal, raised his head and took a sip, and asked: "Brother Chen, where's the drink? It's quite exciting."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "I opened a small wine shop with others, and we sell Qingshenshan wine."
The young man suddenly said: "Let me tell you, I knew the ropes as soon as I drank this drink. Not only did I taste the taste of several Xiaoshu coins as soon as I drank it, how can the wine from the top of the mountain taste like this? Brother Chen,
If one of us follows the other, let's keep it secret. You can give me two more bottles of wine, and I can give them to Master and Drunkard Cao later."
Having said this, the young man said seriously: "Brother Chen, don't worry, I've been known as a scheming person since I was a child. Today, I promise that except for that drunkard Cao, I won't tell anyone about the fact that we are brothers, even if we go home.
Don't even say it. Brother Chen, you have just come to the capital, so you don't know that over there, it's my house and Chi'er Street. A few years ago, we fought many times. I beat the two streets with one hand and was invincible.
Later, some shameless old bastard in Chi'er Street leaked my identity as a monk, so I took the initiative to give up the top spot to someone else. Otherwise, the gang of shrimp soldiers and crabs in Chi'er Street would be a rabble, and we would have to be suppressed by Yichi Lane.
For several years, according to the old rules, I had to keep my tail between my legs every day, and I had to take a detour when meeting."
Chen Pingan twisted his fingers, threw a peanut into his mouth, smiled and shook his head and said: "We know each other, we can't give away two bottles of wine for free."
Zhao Duanming asked tentatively: "Brother Chen, can you settle my debt?"
Chen Ping'an shook his head and said: "It's a small business and we don't owe you credit."
There was no rush to go to the inn, which was just a few steps away. He went there early, and Ning Yao hadn't returned yet. He was standing there alone, showing that he had evil intentions. It was clear that he was in a hurry to eat hot tofu. He went there late, and he didn't
Okay, it seems too careless.
"By the way, how old are you this year, Brother Chen? For a swordsman like you who is so young, promising and handsome, it is indeed not surprising that my sister-in-law would like you to be a Taoist companion."
"You're not very old. What state are you in now?"
"I haven't reached the Yupu realm yet."
"Ok, Ok."
"Brother Chen, my sister-in-law is such a good-looking woman and has a high level of attainment. You have to take it easy. There must be so many men who like her openly or secretly that you can't even count them."
"Duan Ming, you are still too young and don't understand some things. Most men don't dare to like a woman like my wife. Even if they admire her, they only dare to keep it secretly in their hearts. Well, there is one who is not afraid of death.
, and then I knocked him unconscious and hung him up from a tree."
"Who is it? You are so brave and fat. Brother Chen, tell me your name. I will help you clean up later."
"What a coincidence, he is now an official in the capital."
"Who is it? Are you a big official? Do you care about hanging out in Chi Lane and Chi'er Street?"
"His name is Zhao Yao. He is not a high-ranking official, but he is the minister of punishment in your capital city. It seems that his house is in your Yichi Lane."
"..."
"Is this scary? They say that the Zhao family is the most generous with horse excrement. Is it a curse word in the officialdom of Dali? Obviously not. It is right to praise people, but I think you are worried."
"Brother Chen, you are just joking. He is just a minister of the Ministry of Justice. I invite him to come. Please come!"
"Hey, Minister Zhao, what a coincidence, I'm just passing by."
The young man quickly turned around, seeing that there was no ghost in the bastard Zhao Shilang. The young man laughed and said: "It would be great if he came. The official is a big one, but such a weak scholar has no power to tie a chicken.
I don’t even need to use any magical magic, I just need to punch and kick him, and let him stand upright wherever I hit him, and then go back sideways..."
Chen Pingan patted the young man's shoulder and suppressed his laughter, "Stop it, Minister Zhao is really here. If you continue talking, he will listen to you. This guy is petty and likes to hold grudges."
The young man nodded vigorously and said, "It's really not good for a big man to hold a grudge. It's not grand."
Chen Ping'an echoed: "Mostly it's because you haven't cultivated your mind enough."
Ning Yao quietly returned to the inn, deliberately hiding her figure. At this moment, she was still lying lazily on the table, listening to the chatter in the alley, and she smiled a little.
Poor that young man, he didn't even know which ditch he was abducted into by that guy.
Chen Ping'an walked out of the alley and stopped in his sleeves, waiting for the nephew to approach.
Nowadays, I seem to have a lot of nephews, including His Majesty the Emperor in the palace, the Minister of Justice in front of me, and Wu Yuan, who was the first magistrate of Huaihuang County in the past.
On the other side of the street, several monks from the Da Li imperial court's Ministry of Industry were leading people to repair the street. When they saw the green-robed swordsman, they were speechless and turned a blind eye.
If it were an ordinary Yamashita dynasty, they would definitely hang out overnight.
Dali Capital is the luckiest place because of the arrival of Xiuhu.
In just a hundred years, a frontier cavalry force was created for the Great Li Dynasty. It could survive even in the face of death, survive in the face of collapse, and win when it was at a disadvantage. Occasionally, it was defeated and all the generals died.
Zhao Duanming poked his head around the corner. This Zhao Shilang had only seen him from a distance a few times before. It turned out that he looked really impatient. To be honest, in terms of fighting ability, it is estimated that a hundred Zhao Shilang could not defeat one Chen Jianxian, but
When it comes to looks, the two Chen brothers may not be able to beat each other.
Zhao Yao first said hello to a familiar official from the Ministry of Industry of Dali, then squatted next to the "well" and looked at it for a few times. Then he walked to the alley, bowed to Chen Ping'an, and said with a smile: "See you there."
Pass Master Chenshan."
Chen Ping'an smiled and shook his head and said: "We are all from the same country, so there is no need to be polite. Just call me uncle."
The young man who has been eavesdropping with all his ears, Brother Chen is a bit chewy when talking to outsiders.
Zhao Yao asked: "Miss Ning hasn't come back yet?"
Chen Pingan stretched his neck and looked at both sides of the street. A little further away, there were big trees with tall branches.
Zhao Yao smiled and said: "My fair lady is a good gentleman. Zhao Yao's admiration for Miss Ning is as bright as the sky and as white as the moon. There is nothing he dares not to admit and nothing he dares not to see. Master Chen Shanshan should not do this deliberately.
"
Chen Pingan laughed and said something to Zhao Yao in the dialect of his hometown in Lizhudongtian that even a young man could not understand. If it were replaced with the homophonic pronunciation of Dali Mandarin, it would be... I am crazy. I am crazy Yanlang.
Yan Shu's new setting... what the hell is this? Zhao Duanming was confused when he heard it.
Ning Yao couldn't help laughing. She knew what Chen Pingan was talking about, because she would record down the small town dialects she had heard in those years using homophones. For example, in this sentence, Chen Pingan was teaching Zhao Yao a lesson. It was late at night.
I'm just crazy about playing around, so be careful.
In their hometowns, this is a mantra used by the elders to scold the naughty younger ones.
Ne Xing also eats and drinks. Does he pull things?
I came to see you for something. What is it?
The young man Zhao Duanming heard it like a cloud, but Ning Yao over there at the inn had already sat up, holding his chin with one hand, and listened with gusto. She understood everything.
Zhao Yao suddenly said in Dali Mandarin: "I just got the news that the master has arrived in Baiyujing and started talking with people."
Chen Ping'an nodded and said, "I must have known earlier than you."
Is it fun to quarrel? Fortunately, we all win anyway, so for my husband, it doesn’t really feel like anything.
The most interesting thing is that it is still a quarrel.
What is a saint? He can rectify people's hearts with knowledge and patch up the world with Taoism.
The place where one person unites the Tao is Baopingzhou, Tongyezhou, and Fuyaozhou.
In the mountains, rivers and land of Sanzhou, vegetation grows, flowers bloom, dead trees bloom in spring, water transport condenses, mountain roots bridge, summers are scorching, and rain falls from the sky in dry places.
Of course, Chen Ping'an, who was still being "overwhelmed" by the vastness of the world, would sense this vision of heaven and earth earlier than Zhao Yao.
Zhao Yao endured it for a long time and said, "Chen Ping'an, what on earth do you want to compete with me?"
Chen Pingan said: "I see you are unhappy."
Zhao Yao laughed angrily and said, "Miss Ning doesn't like me. You're so unhappy."
Chen Ping'an exclaimed, "Is there such a nephew in the world who talks to my uncle like this?"
Zhao Yao took a deep breath and said, "It's okay. I'm just here tonight to meet your hard-working little uncle."
Chen Ping'an suddenly said: "Actually, there is no need. Just be your official and don't get involved in many things, at least for the time being."
This sentence is true. After all, Chen Ping'an still hopes that his peers who have gone out from his hometown town can have a better time outside and not be too depressed. Zhao Yao waved his hand, turned around and left.
Chen Pingan said: "Zhao Yao, let me digress, how is your relationship with the Ministry of Rites? If the relationship is okay, can you do something more troublesome and thankless, such as asking the monks on the mountain to use the magic of the Immortal Family to gather together a group of people?
The dialects of various places in Zhoushanhe should be well documented, because books can be reprinted, but once the dialect is gone, it is really gone. And this matter may be slightly related to the cultural destiny of a country, so it is not completely in vain. You have
No idea?"
Zhao Yao turned around and smiled and said: "The imperial court has already started to do this. I am the chief editor. I am a part-time official and can receive two salaries."
Tsk tsk, do you think you can win the game? You are young, aren't you? A fledgling young hero really doesn't know the depth of the world.
I saw Chen Ping'an with a look of relief on his face, nodding his head and saying, "You've become a successful person."
Zhao Yao left without looking back.
When the Minister of Justice of the Ministry of Justice left and no one was around, the young man walked out of the alley in a swagger, gave Chen Ping'an a thumbs up, and said with a smile: "Brother Chen is very good at chatting with others!"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Don't learn this, it's meaningless. Cultivate your Tao from now on."
The young man suddenly asked seriously: "Chen Jianxian, do you think I can reach the upper five realms in the future?"
Chen Pingan asked with a smile: "Why do you ask this suddenly?"
Zhao Duanming looked gloomy and said softly: "Master said that the reason why I broke through the realm so quickly in practice was because of my hard work. Even though I am young, I am a monk in the Dragon Gate realm. But if nothing happens in this life, I will actually
If you are exhausted, you will be a golden elixir guest."
Chen Pingan was silent for a moment, with a gentle look on his face. He looked at this young man from the capital who secretly drank a lot. He just thought about Chen Pingan's next words, which made the young man feel even more depressed, because a swordsman said, "At least now, I feel
It is indeed difficult for you to join Yupu. Golden elixir and Nascent Soul are both high thresholds and passes that are more difficult to overcome than ordinary Qi practitioners. It is like you are paying off a debt, because your practice was too smooth before. Now you are
How old are you, fourteen or fifteen? That's the Dragon Gate realm. So your master didn't lie to you before."
The young man was silent.
Then Chen Pingan asked with a smile: "Zhao Duanming, do you think meeting me tonight is a minor accident?"
Zhao Duanming nodded. That must be the secret official of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, the Master Chen who can make Drunkard Cao chat a few more words, especially the man Ning Yao, the one who can make Zhao Yao, the "Prime Minister" of Da Li, feel defeated everywhere.
Guy! Before today, the young man never dreamed that he would be able to meet Chen Pingan, chat for so long, and eat peanuts and drink together.
Chen Pingan asked again: "Isn't this just an accident?"
Zhao Duanming's eyes lit up, "That's right!"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Of course the person who wants to be a master in the world must be a serious preacher like your master. Then there is no one who doesn't want his direct descendants to be better than others. Zhao Duanming, practice well,
Don't keep an eye on the upper five realms that are far away, otherwise you will only get worse and worse. Remind yourself from time to time, for example, "Master, wait patiently. One day, the apprentice will definitely give you a gift."
Unexpected. 'Zhao Duanming, do you have this intention?"
The young man's eyes were bright and clear, and his face was determined. He nodded and said, "You can have it! It's just an idea, and it's not difficult."
Chen Pingan patted the young man's shoulder and said with a smile: "Let me tell you something more. When I was your age, the Bridge of Immortality was broken and I had to practice boxing every day to die. Only then could I be a first-level martial artist. Let's look at today.
For me, does it count as another accident?"
Zhao Duanming was doubtful and said: "Didn't you trick me?"
Chen Ping'an smiled, said nothing, and walked towards the inn, "You asked me for two bottles of wine earlier, but I didn't give them to you. I'll save them for you one day when you become Yuan Ying and Yu Pu.
I’ll treat you to a drink.”
The young man looked at the back of the green-shirted figure and asked loudly: "Chen Ping'an, keep your word?!"
The swordsman in green shirt didn't turn around, he just raised his hand and made a fist gently, "I am a swordsman, and I don't want to cheat the world with my wine."
In the inn, Ning Yao lowered his head, resting his chin on his arm, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.
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Inside the palace city.
Dong Hu, the Minister of Rites, reported the conversation in the alley to His Majesty the Emperor and the Queen Mother accurately.
The woman had opened the window earlier and had been standing there.
His Majesty the Emperor smiled and nodded, and the Queen Mother did not speak.
Dong Hu knew that he had nothing to do tonight.
Just when he reached the door of the house, Dong Hu suddenly stopped, turned around and bowed to the emperor first. The old minister stood up again and said: "Your Majesty, I had been in Yuanshou for six years and got seriously ill. I had to resign at that time.
Only then did I have the audacity to ask Master Cui for a copybook by Qi Zhiping."
Song He smiled and said: "Of course I know about this. Except for you, the Imperial Master has never given anyone a copybook, so at that time, it was a good talk between the government and the public, and I was equally envious of it."
Later, officials from the Li Ministry of Rites went to Lizhu Cave, and it was Dong Hu who helped the court and the archway to build the stele.
The woman turned her head and sneered: "Dong Shilang, do you have a hint? Let me tell you, in the officialdom of Dali, we have always abided by the rules set by the Imperial Master. Wen and Wu, Wu and Wen, both sides can only listen.
If you understand."
Dong Hu, an official softie that even Nascent Soul cultivator Liu Gao knew, for some reason, faced the Queen Mother's question tonight, the old minister straightened his back a little, "Since the Queen Mother has asked questions, then the lower official can just say
To be more straightforward, the order of the four things of cultivating Qi Zhiping must not be messed up, and the distinction between the importance, the pros and cons, and the magnitude is obvious."
Just as the woman was about to speak, Emperor Song He already said with a gentle look on his face: "Shilang Dong, you go back to your mansion to rest first. You have worked hard tonight."
Dong Hu bowed to His Majesty the Emperor and left the room silently.
Song He said softly: "Mother, don't be angry, Dong Shilang just said what a minister of rites should say."
The woman nodded, left the window, sat back slowly, and said with a smile: "There is no need to be angry with Dong Hu. He is a nice person, and he is well-rounded. Besides, he is not a bad official. The Rites and Yamen is running in an orderly manner. Dong Hu is indeed
It’s meritorious.”
Song He breathed a sigh of relief.
Having said that, I am afraid that Dong Hu's posthumous title may cause some troubles in the future.
That's how the mother does things. People can't always find any big faults, which is understandable, but sometimes people feel that something is missing.
Song He picked up a piece of orange and said: "Mr. Wen Sheng came to Fangbai Jade Capital to discuss Tao with that person and benefit the mountains and rivers of the three continents including Aquarius Island. This means that the Confucian Temple will definitely take a look at Da Li more by the way.
.”
The woman smiled and said: "Why are you nervous? Isn't this a good thing? First, Ning Yao didn't abide by the rules of the Great Li. He used his sword to kill people indiscriminately in the important place of the capital. Then the Wen Sheng came to Aquarius Island. How could he be so aggressive?
?Yin Guan is young and vigorous. During the discussion in the Confucian Temple, he could rely on his merits and cultural status to speak and act unscrupulously. He beat one person after another. His reputation in the Middle-earth Divine Continent for being arrogant and domineering is about to reach the sky.
It’s big, but a saint like Wen Sheng who worships the fourth god in the Confucian Temple should be reasonable, right?”
Song He said: "It is extremely difficult for Chen Pingan to achieve what he has achieved today. Although I have never met him, I am willing to respect this person."
The woman nodded with a smile and said: "Yes, this is your imperial temperament. It would be inappropriate if you have a small belly. Anyway, just don't be afraid of him."
Song He was speechless for a moment, put the piece of orange into his mouth, chewed it gently, and it was slightly astringent.
After the old minister left the imperial city, he still took the same carriage with a different driver and headed back home.
Liu Ganxiao asked: "Master Dong, are you in a bad mood? Are you in trouble?"
Dong Hu was so angry that he almost couldn't hold it back and started to curse. You know what the heck, you're laughing so hard, if you're not careful, our Dali imperial court will be in trouble!
The young hidden official and Ning Yao deliberately wore two peace cards issued by the Ministry of Punishments and walked into the capital. Any fool would understand what they meant.
However, the old minister quickly held back and told an old antique who only knew how to practice Buddhism that the clouds and waves in the court were strange and strange.
Liu Gao was silent all the way. It was only when he was approaching Yichi Alley that he suddenly said, "Dong Hu, do you have so little confidence in the Imperial Master?"
Dong Hu was stunned and frowned.
The old Yuanying monk, who was driving safely, raised his head and glanced into the distance. Many lights in the capital city were as bright as day, and the shining light made the sky above the buildings in the capital city seem to be covered with a layer of misty yellow gauze, just like the lampshade.
Liu Gao smiled to himself and said: "I don't know anything about officialdom and government. Apart from practicing, I only know one thing. Even if Cui Guoshi is gone now, I will still take care of the people of this country and work with Da Li."
Iron cavalry, and countless people like you and me. Others may not be able to do this posthumous thing, but Cui Guoshi can definitely do it."
Dong Hu frowned and asked to stop before he reached the door of his house. He got off the carriage, thanked Old Yuanying and walked home slowly.
Liu Gan asked: "What should I do with the carriage?"
Dong Hu turned around and said with a smile: "It's none of my business!"
Liu Gao laughed and said: "Master Dong, be careful when walking at night. He is very old and can easily get dazzled and sprain his feet. I know many doctors in the capital who sell medicine."
Dong Hu choked for words and could only say dullly: "Stop the carriage at the entrance of the imperial city and forget about it."
Walking on the extremely wide Yichi Lane, the old servant sometimes sighed and sometimes nodded while stroking his beard.
I recall that in those days, I also entered the Hanlin Academy with an old guy from the Zhao family in Tianshui in the same year. They were known to read, drink, recite poems and pick up pens. They were two young men with high spirits and were the best in their time. Dong's articles were brilliant and outstanding.
Zhao Zhi's calligraphy, wielding a sharpened spear...
That year in the imperial examination of the Great Li, Dong Hu and his good friend of the same year, one was ranked second and the other was ranked third. Of course, the latter was still half a round older than him and still not as good as his young prodigy. Mr. Guan happened to be Dong Hu’s top candidate that year.
Dong Hu was the teacher they were trying to test, but when Dong Hu first entered the officialdom, he was very sharp. As a result, he sat on the bench in the Hanlin Academy for nearly ten years without having the title of nobility. At that time, Dong Hu thought that his official career was hopeless, so he simply
A broken jar was broken, and his ability to curse was first-class. If someone scolded him back, Dong Hu would scold him even more vigorously, and he would scold civilian officials exclusively, not military generals, which made him very happy.
In fact, Dong Hu was just thirty years old at that time, but he already cared about Chi Lane and Chi'er Street, earning the famous nicknames "Dong Shrew" and "Dong Scold Street" respectively.
Dong Hu stopped and as soon as Mr. Guan left, the row of bricks at the corner of the wall was gone.
Back then, I was very drunk once. I was walking here, holding my hand on the wall, and vomited until I felt like my heart, liver, and intestines had been thrown on the ground.
As a result, he was kicked. Dong Hu cursed and turned around. When he looked at it with drunken eyes, he realized that it was the old man Guan. He was so frightened that he woke up from the wine.
Mr. Guan asked with a smile at that time: "Hey, who am I talking about? You are so brave and dare to let wild dogs run wild in my place. It turns out that it was Dong Xiu who wrote Mr. Dong."
Dong Hu was a scholar who respected his teachers. No matter how fearless he was, he still had to be afraid of this teacher. He was so frightened that he was like a little chicken, shivering in the cold wind.
Mr. Guan asked with a smile: "Dong Xiuzan, why do you only scold our civil servants in Yichi Lane and not those vulgar generals in Chier Street?"
Dong Hu felt confident as soon as he talked about this. He stiffened his neck and gave the answer truthfully, "I am young and strong now, and I am not shy about fighting with anyone. If I scold those generals who are big and thick, I will be like today."
If you walk like this at night, you may have to sleep on the street. Besides, our Dali frontier army has made great victories one after another in recent years. I can't even curse it. What's more, there are a few trivial things to do over there every once in a while.
What a curse."
Mr. Guan nodded, "Yes, he's not too stupid. Okay, if you want to vomit, just go home and vomit on your mother's belly. You kid is either a silver gun wax head, or you have a flaw in your brain, so you are so neglected by the family."
You are a pretty wife, if you continue like this, be careful Hongxing is cheating on you."
Dong Hu's face suddenly turned red at that moment. If it weren't for his master, he would have punched him.
Finally, Mr. Guan gave Dong Hu two words.
"When a scholar becomes an official, he is worried about it. The difficulty lies in the fact that he is too eager to achieve fame. If he is lucky, like you, Mr. Dong, you can make up for it because of your lack of ability and family background."
"Someone comes to scold me. I know right from wrong. It's not my fault. I pretend to be deaf and dumb and let him scold me happily. But I get the advantage."
Dong Hu had already woken up and immediately bowed and thanked him.
Unexpectedly, the master waited for a long time and slapped Dong Hu on the head, "What a lump of wood. Not to mention sitting on the bench in the Hanlin Academy for several years. I think it's flattering to make you a bench."
How dare you feel so aggrieved that you don’t even know how to say ‘good words should be pondered deeply’?”
What else could Dong Hu do? He could only giggle.
Mr. Guan accompanied Dong Hu for a while and said, "If you scold me badly, there must be fools like this in the officialdom. Otherwise, I will come out with a stick tonight to drive people away. But after ten years of scolding, I will be fine in the future."
Be an official, be pragmatic, and do more serious things. Just remember, if there are young officials like you who like to scold people in the future, be more protective. Don't let others scold you in your turn, or you won't be able to bear it. Otherwise, today's third
Two words, I’ll just say it in vain and feed it into the dog’s belly.”
In the night of that year, Dong Hu silently remembered it in his heart.
"Sir, what's wrong with you? Why do you look so limping?"
"The kick I gave you just now was so hard that I accidentally got cramps."
"Give me a rub?"
"go away."
Today, Dong Hu, who is already an old minister, silently remembers these past events.
It's a pity that along the way, no one got drunk and threw up on the wall, and no one had anyone to kick.
When we arrived at the door of the house, the concierge was still waiting, but the old servant just sat on the steps, sat quietly for a long time, and smiled casually. After half a century of ups and downs in the officialdom, I was used to hearing the roar of the waves, and I also said a lot of harsh words.
Others don't know.
Know your conscience.
At the corner of the alley, the old Yuanying monk returned the carriage and immediately returned here. He found his apprentice squatting at the entrance of the alley eating peanuts, but something seemed a little different. Liu Gao didn't think much about it. He thought he was a kid and took advantage of himself.
When he wasn't there, he drank secretly and pretended not to know when his thoughts came out.
Liu Gao took out a top-notch "nothing card" from the Ministry of Punishment from his sleeve. Officials from the Ministry of Punishment and the Ministry of Works did not stop him. He let Old Yuanying walk to the well. Liu Gao looked around and looked at it. It was a pity. If those
The traces of the swordsmanship were not erased by the woman, which was a great blessing for the swordsman recorded in the Ministry of Punishment. Even if he couldn't see any flowers, Liu Gao clasped his hands behind his back and walked back to the entrance of the alley.
, said to the young man: "Did you see it? Master Chen Shan has found such a daughter-in-law with great swordsmanship. From now on, you will look for her at this level, so don't hang out with Drunkard Cao. Even good girls will be scared away."
Zhao Duanming said: "Master, why didn't you find a master's wife?"
Liu Ji said with a smile: "When Master was young, he was much more handsome than Chen Ping'an and Cao Gengxin. On Yizhou Mountain, he was famous for being suave and romantic. He just had no intention of love between men and women, otherwise he wouldn't say anything.
There are so many mistresses that I can’t count them on one hand.”
The young man said straight to the end of the winter: "Master, you must not be sleepwalking. Wake up quickly."
Inside the palace.
Song He suddenly said: "Mother, why don't I go find Chen Pingan?"
The woman sneered and said: "Nonsense! What can you talk to him about? Just talk to him politely and say how hard it is for you to be a hermit official and not be able to return home for a long time? Or should you, Chen Ping'an, now that you have become the head of a sect, continue your efforts?
, How much of your contribution should you make to the Great Li court? Or should I say that Your Majesty wants to be like Zhao Yao, a majestic Ninth Five-year-old man, but you have to humble yourself and meet a junior uncle?!"
Song He wanted to speak but stopped.
The woman smiled softly: "Don't worry about it after I said it. Don't let the Zhengyang Mountain viewing ceremony and Ning Yao's sword draw mess you up. What was the basis of Chen Ping'an's question about the sword? It seems unreasonable, but in fact it is
Proportionate. I am more confident than you in dealing with a mountain man like Chen Ping'an who likes to draw the ground as a prison."
On the roof of Tianlu Pavilion.
Song Xu felt a little complicated. Not only did they have pictures of the detailed process of the viewing ceremony at Zhengyang Mountain and Chen Pingan's sword questioning, but they even carefully dismantled each link. He originally thought that Chen Pingan and the Longquan Sword in Luolu Mountain
Liu Xianyang of the sect was already unreasonable enough, and he never thought that he would meet Ning Yao who was born in the Sword Qi Great Wall again today.
Han Zhoujin was a little disapproving and whispered: "My swordsmanship is high, and my appearance is good-looking, but not too outstanding."
Yu Yu was lying on the roof, with an empty wine bottle on her head, her head swaying back and forth, her legs crossed, still swaying, and she said casually: "Ning Yao's appearance is not outstanding, and Chen Ping'an is not worthy of her."
This little girl of a military monk still scolds and scolds. Just like a person's knowledge can be gained by reading more books, but the sense of humor is mostly innate. So there is some "fairness" that comes from the heart.
"Words" is similar to that of Gu Jianlong who lived in the summer palace. It really depends on his talent.
The young Taoist priest who served as the Taoist priest of the capital was filled with emotion. He just felt that such amazing swordsmanship at its peak could never appear in the human world.
The young novice who had not yet completed his teachings at the Bible Translation Bureau put his hands together and exclaimed: "Ning Jianxian's swordsmanship is invincible."
Song Xu turned his head and glanced at the young monk.
This little novice once single-handedly hunted down a deviant monk who was wandering around various states and committing crimes. He killed innocent people indiscriminately. He threatened that the people he killed had karma and karma in previous lives and deserved death in this life. Yet he dared to claim that he only wanted to kill anyone.
After God laid down the butcher's knife, he was still able to become a Buddha immediately. He also said that young monk, you kill people, but you have broken the prohibition on killing. After returning to the Beijing Bible Translation Bureau, the young novice began to read books behind closed doors, and finally not only solved the doubt in his heart, but also broke the law of killing.
After confirming where the man was wrong, he also read 108 Buddhist public cases. After the young novice went out, his Taoist mind was clear and he no longer had any worries. What he saw in his eyes was as if the entire Bible Translation Bureau was just a glaze.
The newly restored Immaculate Dojo, and the dozens of volumes of scriptures translated by Buddhist eminent monks, seemed to transform into a Buddhist dragon elephant. After that, the young novice monk has been studying the three words "existence and emptiness".
Song Xu took another look at the Daolu of the capital, whose father was once a general. Once in a local prefecture, he met a prisoner who was a forbidden monk in an alley. In an instant, he knew whether he was alive or dead. Afterwards, the young Taoist priest was killed.
When the man was found, his body was covered with scars and his flesh was bloody. He fell to the ground against the wall, sitting opposite the corpse. But for some unknown reason, the young Taoist priest always opened his eyes slightly, with some tears on his face.
Then there is the female formation master who was born in Qingtan Paradise.
It seems like everyone has their own story. But no one seems to care that much.
Yu Yu was the first to notice Song Xu's change in mood and asked, "What's wrong?"
Before Song Xu could give the answer, the little girl said carelessly: "Don't think too much, you are not destined to be the emperor anyway. Now you are practicing Jindan Sword. You have a bright future on the mountain. There is no turning back. Only fools do it."
Well, maybe I will meet your eldest brother's son in the future. The latter is already an old man with gray hair. But when I see you, I still have to call you uncle, haha, "the descendants are to be feared." Then continue to practice hard and break through the realm every day.
Better than anything else."
Song Xu couldn't help laughing and said: "It's very true, if you can accept good words and good principles, you can become a rich man."
Yu Yu was a little embarrassed and said angrily: "Don't imitate that guy's speech, otherwise my aunt will be worried about you."
Song Xuhou, who was always sitting and standing, leaned back and stretched out his hand, "Bring the wine, it must be the immortal wine from Changchun Palace."
Yu Yu smiled dryly and said: "How can I afford such an expensive and lawless drink? I was just talking nonsense with Aunt Feng."
The young monk silently recited a line from Amitabha, "There are seven or eight altars hidden in Yu Yu's square inch."
Yu Yu cursed: "Little bald man!"
The young monk touched his bald head and sighed for no reason: "When will the young novice comb out the one hundred and eight troubles?"
Yu Yu was stunned for a moment, probably thinking that the young monk was really thinking about business, so he let him go for the time being. Who wouldn't know how to knock a wooden fish?
The little monk's eyes squinted slightly, ha.
Han Zhoujin reminded: "Yu Yu, he is fooling you."
The young monk clasped his hands together and said, "Song Xu is right, you can't afford to offend a beautiful woman."
Song Xu said: "I never said that."
The young monk Buddha sang and said, "That's what Song Xu said in his dream."
As the only fire temple in the capital, a statue of Lord Huodexing is enshrined inside.
The ancestral temple is not big, and it is not open to the common people of the capital. Only when there is a flood in the capital or there is a local disaster, officials from the Ministry of Rites will come here.
Every time Aunt Feng came to the capital to help those children preach, she would stay here.
We set up a flower shed and placed some stone benches, where Aunt Feng sat and got tipsy tonight.
Miao Zhu is an old woman, just an ordinary person. Because of her age, if it weren't for the fact that there is nothing to do in the Fire Temple, she could have been replaced a long time ago. It is said that the imperial court had planned to change Miao Zhu before, and the Rites Yamen had already registered her.
But in the end, a little girl with a supernatural background didn't come, so the matter was settled.
Aunt Feng held the jug between her fingers and shook it gently, listening to the wonderful sound of hops in the jug.
There is probably no one in the world who understands this principle better than her, that a big tree attracts the wind.
Qi Jingchun from the literary sage lineage, Cui Han from the Great Li Kingdom, Chen Ping'an from the last hidden official of the Sword Qi Great Wall, and of course Ning Yao from the colorful world.
The road is high and far, and it is extremely difficult to stand firm. Especially the one who has achieved immortality? It is even more difficult. It is not even that the qualifications are not good or the character is not enough, on the contrary, just like the person who has a body of knowledge that can support the ambition of being as high as the sky.
Hu, the path he chose was to give up too many other paths, so Cui Chan couldn't change the path? Of course not. Aunt Feng took a sip of wine, maybe this is human nature that makes no sense, in people's hearts
In the mud, flowers bloom everywhere, and the wind does not shake them.
The inn was still open. As expected of the capital city, Chen Pingan walked in. The old shopkeeper was a night owl. He seemed to be reading a strange novel. The shopkeeper raised his head and spotted Chen Pingan. He smiled and joked: "When did you go out?"
, there’s no sound at all.”
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Shopkeeper, can I discuss something with you?"
The old man put down the book and said, "Why, are you planning to spend five hundred taels of silver to buy a piece of official kiln in your hometown? It's a good thing. It's like helping it return to its hometown. It's easy to negotiate. It's a good relationship. I gave it to you and paid it with one hand.
goods."
Chen Pingan said helplessly: "At least let me see the quality first."
As a result, the old shopkeeper lowered his head and bent down, and with some difficulty took out a large vase from the foot of the counter. The thing he bought for more than ten taels of silver could not be put anywhere.
Chen Pingan helped to hold it up carefully, bent his fingers, tapped lightly, and at the same time asked casually: "The shopkeeper is still up so late?"
The old man looked at the boy's eyes and face carefully. He didn't have any flaws at all, not even a deliberately disapproving look. He casually replied: "My daughter is homeless and goes to the night market with a few crazy girls."
I went, but I haven’t come back yet. Anyway, I have nothing to do, so I just waited. Normally, I would have asked the store clerk to look after the door. In fact, in this capital, there is nothing to worry about. It’s just that as a father, I got a daughter late.
, she is the youngest girl in the family, no one cares about her, if my son dares to make such a fuss, I can’t beat him to death with a feather duster.”
Chen Pingan glanced at the old shopkeeper, who was in his fifties.
The old man stroked his beard and smiled, "You want to be my son-in-law? No, we are from a small family, but we will not wrong our daughter. She must be married by a matchmaker and carry a big sedan to the front door."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "That's the old man. Same thing, if I have a daughter, and any prostitute on the street dares to take another look at her, I will beat his parents until they can recognize her."
The old man nodded. He felt comfortable chatting with this boy. He lay on the counter and said, "Nao Gui Nao, what do you think of this deal? You should be honest. Put such a valuable thing on the counter and let others see it."
If you go there, you will be easily robbed."
Chen Ping'an raised the vase slightly and looked at the bottom of the vase. It was indeed the eight-character auspicious inscription that the old shopkeeper called, the blue sky is far away, and the summer is lonely.
At first glance, it seems a bit like the meaning of Taoism's Qing Ci, such as the guest from Yuandu, guarding the wind and watching the scenery, and holding up Qing Ming, but in fact the second half of the sentence comes from Confucianism.
If you have to stretch your imagination a little bit, the only weird thing is that the first and last two characters are strung together to form "Qingming" in Qingming world.
So Chen Pingan secretly used his magical power and looked carefully, and found that this vase was no different, with no trace of a Qigong practitioner. Chen Pingan was familiar with the earthy nature of porcelain, so he still left.
The refining process of the natal object belonging to the Five Elements is still not aware of the slightest meaning. This means that this vase has not passed through the hands of the senior brother at least, but it is indeed an official kiln artifact fired from the dragon kiln in my hometown.
An inn is actually very particular about fate.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Shopkeeper, we have enough goods to open the door. In the future, we will find someone who is knowledgeable and has money in his pocket. If the other party is not happy and dares to offer less than five hundred taels of silver, your boss can scold him and spray him."
It's definitely not a shame to spit on Xingzi's face. Moreover, this eight-character auspicious inscription has a background and is very unusual. It is likely that it was taken from the Guange style of the head of the Zhao family in Tianshui during the Yuanshou period, and came from a collection of characters.
"
The old man was overjoyed to see that it didn't seem to be a fake, but the boy said, "Shopkeeper, I plan to stay in the capital for a few more days, and then I will live here..."
The old man had just carefully put the vase back under the counter. After hearing this, he immediately said: "I'll sell it to you for three hundred taels of silver! After the sale is settled, you will be free of charge for staying in the inn these days."
Chen Ping'an said helplessly: "Shopkeeper, you really have gone astray."
The old man stretched out his hand and said, "Stop talking, I'm not strict with my words, and the inn may have a few more empty rooms tomorrow."
Are you trying to compete with me on your martial arts experience? You're still a bit young.
Chen Ping'an's eyes lit up. He first reached out and grasped the old shopkeeper's hand, and then took out his sleeve to give him money.
The old shopkeeper was startled, shook his hand vigorously and pulled it out, and said with a smile: "Forget it, I don't think you are a rich man. The capital is expensive, and it is not easy to carry such a big item..."
Chen Ping'an smiled knowingly, calmly and angrily, and continued to talk a few words. The old shopkeeper waved his hand and said decisively: "No need to talk!"
Ning Yao suddenly appeared at the door, and then... his own husband came from Dadu in the middle of Aquarius Continent.
Chen Pingan quickly walked out of the threshold, bowed and saluted, "I have met you, sir."
The old scholar smiled and grabbed the disciple's arm, "Let's go to your room to drink."
Chen Ping'an said from his heart: "Actually, it's just one room."
The old scholar stamped his feet and felt very sad. He, his husband, was being treated like a bastard!
The old scholar immediately turned to Ning Yao and said: "Girl Ning, unfortunately, I have to meet someone. It's not too late to come back for a drink tomorrow. Maybe it will be the day after tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. You can't be sure. You don't have to wait for me...
.”
Ning Yao shook his head and smiled: "No, there are many empty rooms in the inn."
Chen Pingan and the old scholar looked at each other and sighed at the same time.
One has a sad look in his eyes, I really have to blame Mr. today, and the other is full of guilt, blaming me, blame me, Mr. can't help you.
Then Chen Pingan couldn't help laughing and said, "Sir, go have a drink."
The old scholar nodded, "Okay, okay."
Only when you drink too much can you have a chance to make amends.
But Chen Ping'an suddenly turned his head and saw a jumping girl walking across the street.
I saw her eyebrows.
Chen Ping'an stared blankly, first turned his head suddenly and glanced in the direction of Renyun Yiyun Tower, then looked back, his eyes were red and his lips were trembling, as if he wanted to raise his hand to say hello to the girl, but he didn't dare.
Even the old scholar and Ning Yao looked at each other, wondering what was going on.
In Chen Pingan's life, after he learned boxing and left his hometown, he had only a handful of such gaffes, maybe even... never?
Chen Pingan raised his arm, wiped his eyes, then put on a smile, took a few steps forward, and waited quietly for the girl.
many years ago.
Someone was about to lose his soul. She said, I hope Mr. Chen and the girl he likes will be a couple of gods and immortals.
The haggard accountant said he hoped to meet Miss Su again by chance.
She finally said, "Don't you dare not recognize me when the time comes?"
That was just something that happened to Chen Pingan many years ago, but it was something that happened to this girl in her previous life.
Tonight, the girl who came home late at night gradually slowed down and felt that the man in green shirt standing in front of her shop was very strange and stared at her blankly. Could he be a slut?
The girl saw the man raising his hand, waving with a smile, and said in a trembling voice: "Hello, my name is Chen Ping An, Ping Ping An's Ping An."
The girl was silent for a moment, and then suddenly shouted: "Dad, a gangster is teasing me!"
The old shopkeeper rushed out of the inn and said with an angry smile: "Don't talk nonsense, he is a customer of our shop."
The girl said oh, and when passing by the guy, she turned sideways, walking slowly, and then suddenly ran into the inn quickly. When she got to her father, she turned her head and looked curiously. The man in blue shirt was standing there.
, turned his back to her, covered his face with his hands, his shoulders trembled slightly, then turned his head and smiled brightly with her.
Alas, laughing is uglier than crying.
What a weirdo.
Dad, it’s true, why did you get such a customer?
The old scholar sat on the steps, smiling and saying nothing. He roughly guessed the truth.
Chen Ping'an took a deep breath, turned his head, then turned his head again after a moment, and apologized to Ning Yao: "I'm sorry, don't think too much about it. I'll tell you why later."
Ning Yao smiled and shook his head, his eyes gentle, "It's okay."
If you are not such a person, why would I like you so much.
You are Chen Ping'an and I am Ning Yao. We have liked each other for thousands of years.