Eight hundred and thirtieth chapters Vulcan asks for fire
Chen Ping'an said that he wanted to go out. He wanted to go to the Fire Temple to find Aunt Feng and ask her to help call people. He asked the old coachman three questions. He might also go to the Hubu Yamen to meet a friend. Ning Yao nodded.
, took out a few novels about martial arts grievances, picked out one of them, and turned to the folded page. She could really read it with gusto. Chen Pingan glanced at the content, glanced over it, and saw the end of the page.
It was written about the protagonist who was chased by his enemies on a stormy night. He took refuge and strayed into a mountain temple. He met a man, sitting in the main hall, with a green robe and beautiful beard, red and phoenix eyes, looking at the Spring and Autumn Period under the lamp... Chen Pingan smiled and said, OK,
I bet that there will be another adventure. As long as one person from the gang of pursuers can walk out of the temple in one piece, I will lose. Ning Yao squinted at Chen Ping'an and only rewarded with two words, "Shut up."
Chen Pingan went to the inn counter. As a result, even the old shopkeeper, who was born and raised in Dali Capital City, could not give the specific location of the Fire Temple, only a general direction. The old shopkeeper was a little strange, Chen Pingan was a foreigner.
When Jianghu people come to the capital, instead of going to the more famous Taoist temple, they want to find a fire temple. In the capital of Dali, there is the Song Ancestral Temple, a Confucian temple dedicated to Confucian sages, and an imperial temple dedicated to the monarchs of all dynasties.
It is recognized as one of the three major temples, but ordinary people are not allowed to go there. But in addition, the temple fairs at the Du Chenghuang Temple and the Du Di Di Temple are both extremely lively.
Chen Ping'an found the only Fire Temple in the capital. The temple gatekeeper, the old woman Zhu, was an ordinary person. She was old, gray-haired, and senile. However, she recognized the innocent plaque issued by the Ministry of Punishment to the gods on the mountain. I heard that the other party
He came to see Aunt Feng, so the old woman followed the rules and recorded the name in the book and let him go. When writing the name of the visitor, the old woman smiled and said, the immortal master has a very good name. Chen Pingan smiled
She said that it was given by her parents. The old woman nodded, told the young man some taboos and rules in the Fire Temple, and then pointed to the way, saying that Aunt Feng was in the flower shed.
Chen Ping'an followed the route and met Aunt Feng. She was sitting lazily on the stone steps of the flower shed. She had been drinking in the early morning. She seemed to be so tipsy all year round, except that she still wore the same color.
The black hair is tied up with a knot. She is wearing a new outfit today, a pink and red silk skirt, and some strange and magical words to describe the goddess. They are placed on her body. The most perfect one is ironing, Liuyun.
The posture, the spirit of the moon. When she saw Chen Pingan, Aunt Feng just raised the wine bottle in her hand, even if she said hello, she sat up slightly and straightened her waist, slightly straightening her eyebrows and eyes. The woman was so good-looking,
Being too natural and charming is troublesome, not to mention that Chen Ping'an has such a jealous family at home.
Chen Ping'an looked at Aunt Feng and felt dazed for a moment because he remembered that there used to be an old man in the backyard of Yang's medicine shop who smoked dry cigarettes there all year round.
Chen Ping'an did not follow Aunt Feng's example and sat on the steps, sitting on a stone bench next to the flower shed. Aunt Feng asked with a smile: "Do you want to drink? The most pure and authentic Baihua Liquor, each jar of wine is not young.
Well, those Flower Goddess are still women after all, they are careful, they store and store them very well, and they don’t drink wine. My trip to the Blessed Land back then couldn’t be in vain and I couldn’t plunder a lot.”
Chen Pingan smiled and nodded, and Aunt Feng threw out a jar of Baihua Brewing. Chen Pingan took the jar, seemed to remember something, twisted his wrist, took out two pots of Qingshenshan wine brewed in his own shop, and threw one pot to Feng Pingan.
As a return gift, Auntie Feng explained: "Auntie Feng gave it a try and opened a small wine shop in partnership with others. The sales volume is good."
Aunt Feng took the wine bottle, put it to her ear, shook it, and smiled strangely. It’s just this wine, no matter the age or taste, do you have the nerve to give it away?
Chen Ping'an said with a smile: "Of course it's far inferior to Aunt Feng's Baihua Brewing, but it's better because it's cheap and good-quality. People pick the wine, but the wine doesn't pick the person."
Aunt Feng threw another jar of wine to Chen Ping'an and joked: "If you want to keep my pot of Baihua Brewing, just tell me, if you ask Aunt Feng for an extra jar, what's the point of being embarrassed? It's really a waste of money."
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Chen Ping'an didn't take it seriously. Since Aunt Feng was Mr. Qi's friend, she was his elder. If an elder said something to her, don't worry about it. Just listen.
Chen Pingan took out a wine bowl, opened the red paper and mud seal of the wine jar, and poured a bowl of wine. The red paper and yellow mud sealing were both unusual, especially the latter. The soil quality was quite strange. Chen Pingan twisted it with his fingers.
Picking up some soil and gently twisting it, in fact, the people at the foot of the mountain only know the term "jinshishou", but they don't know that soil also has the term "year". Chen Pingan asked curiously: "Aunt Feng, are these soils from the Hundred Flowers Blessed Land? So?
Expensive wine and a long history, could it be that it was paid tribute to someone in the early years?"
Aunt Feng nodded, "You have a good eye. Everything you see is money. And you guessed it right. In the early years, the Baihua Brewing, which was sealed with thousands of years of soil, would be divided into three parts every hundred years and paid tribute to the three parties respectively. Except for Fengdu Ghost
In the Sixth Palace of the Mansion, there is also the Fangzhushan Qingjun who is in charge of the Cave Heaven Blessed Land on the earth and all the earthly immortal books. However, he is not the old man in the backyard of the Yang family medicine shop. Moreover, this gentleman has no connection with the old heaven, but in fact he is already very remarkable. In the early years, Qingjun was
The Fangzhu Mountain under the rule was originally a commanding office higher than the Five Mountains of Haoran. It was responsible for eradicating the dead and giving birth names. It was finally recorded in the "Record of the Immortal" in the top-grade Qinglu Zizhang, or in the middle-grade Huanglu and White Slips.
'Record of Immortality', 'Please engrave the name of the immortal' in Fangzhu Mountain, Qingjun signed it like an ultimatum, in short, there is an extremely complicated set of rules, much like the officialdom of later generations... Forget it, talking about this is too boring, they have already been translated
It’s useless to say more. Anyway, if you really want to trace the origin, it can be regarded as some attempts by the Li Sheng to formulate etiquette in the early years. Whether it’s a detour, a long detour, or a journey on the high road, it’s all... Comparison
Thank you for your hard work. Anyway, if you are really interested in these old events, you can ask your husband to see how many miscellaneous books the old scholar read."
Chen Pingan asked tentatively: "There is a sect in Aaizhou called Jiudushan. The ancestral hall has a secret direct descendant named Wei Bianlang, also known as Baoji Cheng. He is known as the green holder. With this
Does Fangzhu Mountain have any inheritance relationship?”
Deng Liang, one of the foreign sword cultivators of the hermit official lineage in the summer palace, is the master of the Suran Peak of Jiudu Mountain in Aaizhou, and is now the chief priest of the Ancestral Hall of Feisheng City.
Aunt Feng sneered: "It's just a little bit of light. Little Jiudu Mountain can't be compared with that Fangzhu Mountain. It's just the founder of Jiudu Mountain. By chance, he got part of the Broken Mountain and barely inherited some Tao Yun Immortal."
pulse."
As for the three parties, Aunt Feng seems to have missed one, so Chen Ping'an won't go into details. If Aunt Feng doesn't say anything, there must be some unknown taboos here.
And in these words, Aunt Feng's respect for the Lisheng was obviously from the bottom of her heart.
Chen Ping'an hesitated for a moment and then asked: "Dare you ask Aunt Feng, Mr. Three Mountains and Nine Lords?"
Aunt Feng shook her head, and Chen Ping'an stopped asking any more questions. In the end, she only drank a bowl of Baihua Brew, and found that it benefited the soul quite a lot, beyond expectation. In the small world of the human body, there are those who are similar to the Chujun Shantou Qi Mansion who has not yet opened up the territory.
, and many white-painted mountains and rivers with few paintings. Like the rain after a long drought, strands gather like rain curtains, and spiritual energy falls like rain. He is a real Jade Pure Realm monk. If he were replaced by an Earth Immortal, wouldn't he be
Is there a heavy rain of spiritual energy falling to the ground? As for the monks in the lower five realms, it is estimated that after drinking such a bowl of wine, they will be "drunk" by Peiran's spiritual energy. Therefore, Chen Ping'an does not plan to continue drinking.
Cultivation can be done step by step. These kinds of immortal objects that help accumulate spiritual energy are of course of great use, but in fact they are of little significance. Go back and give the two jars of wine to Zhang Jiazhen and Jiang respectively. Especially to help Wei Wenlong.
Zhang Jiazhen, the little accountant, and the former boy of Jianqi Great Wall, now have white hair because they cannot practice.
In front of Aunt Feng, he directly put away the wine jar, wine bowl, and even the yellow mud crumbs on the table. Then Chen Ping'an said: "Aunt Feng, could you help me to say hello to the coachman and ask him?"
Come here to talk about it."
Aunt Feng smiled and said, "Here we come."
The old man who drove Dong Hu and the Queen Mother successively fell to the ground outside the flower shed. Aunt Feng rolled her eyes charmingly and raised her hand to wave the dust.
The old coachman stood with his arms folded across his chest, not even looking at Chen Ping'an. This little bastard is just relying on a Taoist monk who is an Ascension Realm sword cultivator to see what you can do.
The old man said angrily: "If you fart, hurry up."
Chen Ping'an didn't bother to care about this old guy's chat skills. Did he really think he was Gu Qingsong or Liu Chicheng? He just got straight to the point and asked: "Is the Empress Dowager Lu Jiang, whose alias is Nanhao, from the Lu family of the Yin Yang family in Middle Earth?"
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Aunt Feng looked a little surprised and took a sip of wine. How did Chen Ping'an know this inside story? This is a deeply hidden clue. The late Emperor Da Li was fooled back then and almost became a puppet. Nan Hairpin,
In other words, Lu Jiang was demoted to the Changchun Palace by the late emperor. It was not without reason. The South Hairpin was actually the South Hairpin of Yuzhang County. It was just with the string of spiritual beads that she could remember the memories of previous lives. Otherwise, with the ambition of the late Emperor Da Li,
, Lu Jiang will never survive if she thinks about the old relationship between husband and wife again. In the history books, it is just a record that Empress Dali passed away due to illness.
The old coachman said bluntly: "I don't know, change it."
Aunt Feng nodded lightly. The old coachman really didn't know about this. He just had the strength to not use his brain.
The old master said angrily: "Aunt Feng, why are you flirting with him? You and I are our own family, and there must be a limit to how far we can turn our elbows!"
Chen Pingan continued to ask: "Who first taught the secret method about the burning of Lizhu Cave Heaven's natal porcelain?"
The old coachman hesitated for a moment and said dullly: "It was made by the joint efforts of Mr. Yang Lao'er and Mr. Sanshan Jiuhou."
Chen Ping'an took a deep breath and asked slowly: "Master Yao of Longyao, is he a Buddhist?"
The old coachman glanced at Aunt Feng, as if he was complaining that none of the questions she had helped to come up with were right, causing all of his prepared drafts to go to waste.
Aunt Feng turned a blind eye and just drank and watched the fun.
The old coachman nodded.
Chen Pingan remained silent.
When I was young, I used to kowtow to the three Bodhisattva statues in the tomb of the gods. There was a child who went up mountains and rivers and broke out the poor straw sandals he had knitted, one pair after another. At that time, he felt that Bodhisattvas were easy to find, but herbs on the mountains were hard to find.
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Master Yao. Medicine Buddha.
Dong Baopingzhou. The leader of Dongfang Jing Liuli World.
Aunt Feng raised her head and took a sip of wine, and then said to Chen Ping'an from the bottom of her heart: "I advised Qi Jingchun back then. In fact, it is right for a gentleman not to save him. It's okay for you to leave. Just talk about old man Yao, and he will never do it."
If he left it alone, there would be no need for him to take this trip to Lizhu Cave. He would definitely return to Haoran from the Buddhist Kingdom in the West.
, but Qi Jingchun still didn’t agree, but in the end he didn’t give any reason.”
There is probably an archway building, and the plaque left by the Confucian saint is Qi Jingchun's silent answer, and he did his part.
Chen Ping'an lowered his head and looked at his cloth shoes. After raising his head, he asked the last question, "Who was I in my previous life?"
The old coachman shook his head, "I don't know, let's try another one."
Aunt Feng smiled and said, "Forget it, let me answer it for you. Chen Pingan, don't think too much, you are not who you are. Anyway, at least I am sure that in my previous life, I was not a great mountain monk, nor was I a Buddhist or Taoist master."
Man, because I was curious back then, I went to the Yang Family Pharmacy. The old man once gave me a definite answer. There was nothing surprising about your previous life, and possibly beyond. So you, your parents, and your family of three are all very happy.
Ordinary, there is no great foundation to speak of. At that time, it was rare for Old Man Yang to take the initiative to say one more thing, saying that you are just a mud-legged person with a tough life."
Chen Pingan's eyebrows relaxed a bit and he breathed a sigh of relief. Then he really had no worries anymore.
The old coachman didn't want to stay here for a long time, and it made him feel bad to take another look at the man in green shirt.
Chen Ping'an suddenly narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Aunt Feng is willing to help matchmaking and act as a middleman for us, which actually means a lot of things. So I would like to remind you one last thing, don't provoke me in the future."
Aunt Feng smiled knowingly, "Listen, this is what a smart person should say. Old coachman, you should learn more in the future."
The old coachman was in a dilemma, but he wanted to say something cruel, but when he thought of Ning Yao in the capital, he couldn't hold it back, so he turned around and spit on the ground. When he saw Chen Ping'an...
Raising her eyebrows, the Feng family's mother-in-law also had a displeased look on her face. The old coachman rubbed the toe of his shoe to wipe it clean, then jumped up, and his figure instantly disappeared without a trace.
Aunt Feng glanced at the young man, he looked slightly tired, which is human nature.
Then she saw that Chen Pingan took out the wine bowl again and a pot of Qingshenshan wine, poured a bowl of wine, shook it, and began to drink by himself. He was young and had a good mind. He was not only calm, but also transparent.
Chen Pingan raised the wine bowl and said with a smile: "Aunt Feng, thank you."
Aunt Feng picked up the wine bottle in her hand and each drank.
Chen Pingan asked a question that he had been curious about for many years, but it was not a big deal, just out of curiosity, "Aunt Feng, do you know that the inscription on the back of a statue looks like a small poem, who carved it? Li Liu,
Or Ma Kuxuan?"
Li Liu was the former co-owner of the rivers and lakes. As one of the five supremes of the ancient gods, even the Lushuikeng was one of her summer resorts, and the real responsibility of the god was still the long river of time. All the ancient gods
The remains turn into stars in the sky, or the golden body dissipates and merges into the time, but in fact they all sleep forever and inhabit the long river of time.
Chen Ping'an couldn't tell whose handwriting it was just based on the handwriting, but Li Liu and Ma Kuxuan were the most likely.
Aunt Feng shook her head and said with a smile: "I don't care, I'm not curious."
Chen Ping'an asked: "Aunt Feng said someone wanted to see me earlier. Is it Shopkeeper Yang from the pharmacy in my hometown? Or... General Su, the hunting envoy?"
The former was told by Liu Xianyang. Shopkeeper Yang died of no illness in his early years. After his death, he worked as an errand at the Chenghuang Temple in the capital. He served as a night wandering god. He was considered to have entered the officialdom of Shanshui. He could continue to protect the children of the family with his righteousness. As for Su Gaoshan,
It was Chen Ping'an's guess that it was very likely that he would become a heroic spirit on the battlefield after death. It was only natural that Dali would help arrange an escape route, such as serving as the god of the martial arts temple in the capital, and Su Gaoshan would in turn maintain the military fortunes of the country.
Moreover, Su Gaoshan was born in the Han tribe. He relied on his military exploits along the way and served as a hunting envoy during his lifetime. He was already a military minister with the highest official position. But after all, he was not one of those powerful nobles of the Jia tribe. Once a general died and lost his backbone, it would be easy for him to leave the tea. Often,
As a result, the whole family was left in the cold.
Aunt Feng said with a smile: "It's Shopkeeper Yang. After Su Gaoshan died, the last part of his life was to travel around the world at night as a ghost, personally escorting his ghost soldiers back to their hometown. When Su Gaoshan and the last one
After Pao Ze said goodbye, his soul dissipated. The Dali court naturally wanted to retain him, but Su Gaoshan himself did not agree, and only said that his children and grandchildren will have their own blessings."
When Chen Ping'an heard this, he was speechless for a long time. He just took a sip of wine and silently made up his mind that he would need to pay more attention to the Su family in the future and quietly protect it for at least a hundred years.
Aunt Feng laughed, twirled her fingers, and collected a wisp of breeze, "Shopkeeper Yang can't come, so I asked you to send a message that when you return to your hometown, remember to go to the backyard of his pharmacy."
Chen Pingan nodded and said, "Aunt Feng, could you please help me say thank you to Shopkeeper Yang."
After drinking a bottle of wine, Chen Pingan stood up and said goodbye, "I won't bother Aunt Feng any more."
Aunt Feng nodded, and then asked: "Don't you want to visit the Fire Temple?"
Chen Pingan shook his head.
The Five Elements School calls the fortune of the emperor that thrives on the virtue of fire, the virtue of fire. However, the Great Li Dynasty was not like this, so there is only one fire temple in the capital.
For example, the Dayuan Dynasty in Luzhou, Beiju, was founded by Shui De.
Aunt Feng shook the wine bottle and said, "Then I won't give it away."
Chen Pingan returned along the original road and arrived at the entrance of the Fire Temple. He met the old woman from Miao Zhu who also served as the concierge. He stopped and chatted with the old woman for a few words before Chen Pingan left.
On the other side of the flower shed, Aunt Feng continued to drink alone.
Bing Yinghuo, flicking the stars, cooking the four seas, refining the five mountains, Wei Wei fire virtue, hundreds of gods look up to them.
After Chen Pingan walked out of the Fire Temple, he looked back on the deserted street.
What is practice? Water God walks on water.
What does it mean to pray for Buddha and the God of Fire to pray for fire?
After that, Chen Ping'an went to the Hubu Yamen Office. Instead of going to Yichi Lane to find Guan Yiran, he chose a more upright way to reminisce with his friends.
As for the gentleman, he is not idle either.
In the capital city of Dali, there was a poor old man wearing a Confucian shirt. When he first arrived at the Scripture Translation Bureau in the capital, he clasped his hands with the monks and helped translate the scriptures. Then he went to the Chongxu Bureau, and he also gave a Taoist memorial ceremony, which seemed to be the least bit.
Regardless of his status as a Confucian scholar.
It’s just that no one is destined to be held accountable. If the literary sage is like this, who has any objection? Otherwise, who else can I complain to, saying that a scholar’s behavior is not in line with etiquette? Should I go to the sage, the sage, or the lesser sage?
The Shanshui Di newspaper in the world has gradually been lifted.
Countless news came pouring in, making all the cultivators in the world feel like an alcoholic who had been unable to drink for many years. He could finally drink to his heart's content. He could only drink hard and get drunk.
Among the series of shocking events were of course the meeting at the Chinese Confucian Temple and Haoran's attack on the barbarians.
There are also literary saints who restored the sacred position in the Confucian Temple.
The fifth world is officially named Colorful World.
During this period, there was another piece of news that was not trivial. It was about Chen Shiyi, the last hidden official of the Sword Qi Great Wall and one of the ten young men in the world.
It turned out to be that person from Aquarius Continent, but it seemed that most of the Shanshui Dibao had a tacit understanding. About this person, they were mentioned in one sentence. More details were not mentioned at all. There were only one or two sects with the title of Immortal Mansion.
Di newspapers, such as the Shanhai Sect of the Middle Earth Divine Continent, did not abide by the rules and talked more. They named the Yin official. However, the Di newspapers stopped soon after the publication. It must be someone from the academy.
This kind of reminder. But a thoughtful person, relying on these two newspapers, still got a few unforgettable "tattletales". For example, after this person returned home from the Great Wall of Sword Qi, he learned from the former mountain top warrior, Nascent Soul
Realm sword cultivators quickly broke through each realm and became Zhijing martial artists and Yupu realm sword cultivators.
Then there is this person’s Taoist companion, the number one person in the colorful world, the Ascension Realm Sword Cultivator, Ning Yao.
While dumbfounded, I wondered if this person was very lucky? Why did this guy seem to have taken advantage of all the huge advantages?
As for the Nanshou minister and the Northern Yinguan, what do you say?
No matter what, this young man from Aquarius Island named Chen can be said to be the best person in the world.
In an official building of a government office in the Ministry of Revenue, Guan Yiran was flipping through several local river memorials submitted to the Ministry of Revenue.
This descendant of the Guan family in Yunzai County, Yizhou, has not served as an official in the official department, which almost belongs to his family's one-third acre of land. In this household department, the official rank is not high. In the past, the three Dadu supervisors appointed officials
, Guan Yiran, who came from the best family, now has the lowest official position, just the chief officer of the first division of the Ministry of Revenue. You must know that Guan Yiran not only bears the surname of Shangzhu Kingdom, but is also a real monk who follows the army of Dali Border Pass.
He fought hard for many years, and even followed the general Su Gaoshan on his southern expedition, and made great achievements in battle.
Guan Yiran raised his head, and there was a man in a blue shirt with sleeves on his hands at the door of the house. He smiled and said jokingly: "General Guan, you are so busy being an official that you have slacked off in your practice. What if this is on the battlefield?"
Guan Yiran immediately closed the memorial, then took a book from the desk, covered it with the memorial, laughed and stood up, saying: "Hey, isn't this our cashier's office, where there are few guests."
Guan Yiran dragged his chair with one hand, walked around the desk, and then hooked the only free chair for guests, with his toes, so that the two chairs were facing each other, and said with a bright smile: "I can't help it, I have such a small official hat."
, the place is small, so we can only treat the guests poorly. Unlike the room of our minister, it is spacious and you don’t need to open the windows to ventilate even if you fart."
Chen Ping'an crossed the threshold and asked with a smile: "Will it delay my official duties if I come here to see you?"
Guan Yiran laughed and scolded: "You're already here, how can I drive you away?"
Besides, there's nothing inappropriate about it. My great-grandpa explained clearly what your Majesty's character is back then. Don't worry about such a trivial matter.
Chen Pingan sat down in no hurry, took out an inkstone from his sleeve and threw it to Guan Yiran, "A small gift is not a sign of respect."
While explaining that this is the Yunku blessed land of the Tongyezhou Jiang family, a specialty of Yanshan Laokeng, called Shuibangkeng.
Shuihangkeng is actually a name that Chen Ping'an randomly picked up at random.
I really don’t believe that Guan Yiran, a native of Aquarius Continent, can know the blessed land of Yun Cave very well.
However, I heard that the Dali imperial court a few years ago set up an inkstone service department in this Hubu Yamen, which was responsible for searching for mountains and collecting fine stones. In addition to making inkstones for the palace, some of the inkstones could also be used by Hubu.
Selling it yourself can be considered as killing two birds with one stone, helping the yamen earn some extra money.
But the Chen family of Longwei River,
There are several inkstones that belong to the private property of the family. They are truly like mountains of gold and silver, and are sold far and wide across the country.
Dong Shuijing took a share of the pie and was responsible for helping sell it to Luzhou in Beiju. He never touched salt or iron. Dong Shuijing only paid attention to the food, clothing, housing, transportation and trivial matters of the dignitaries and ordinary people.
The Hubu Department of Dali was the worst among the six yamen of the imperial court. It seemed like they were scolded every day. After the Ministry of War was scolded, the Department of Rites was scolded, and the Department of Rites was scolded by the Department of Finishing...
According to the officialdom of Dali, the Ministry of War is the grandfather's yamen, and whoever is arrested will be scolded. The Ministry of Rites is the father, and the Ministry of Industry is the son. Only the Ministry of Finance, who is in charge of money, is the grandson. Anyone can spit on him.
Guan Yiran took the square inkstone without being polite, weighed it, rubbed it with his thumb, and found that the stone was fine. Then he picked it up, held the small inkstone to his ear with five fingers of one hand, and tapped it with the fingers of the other hand. There was the book.
The so-called sound of gold and jade vibrating. Guan Yiran took another breath and looked at the water mist on the inkstone, which resembled clouds generated by breathing. There were dots of purple gold and golden halos, and he gently rubbed it with his fingernails.
After taking a closer look, Guan Yiran nodded, Okay, it is indeed an old trick, and it is worth some money. Anyway, with his small salary, he is destined to not be able to afford it.
Chen Ping'an's eyelids trembled slightly when he saw it. These rich and powerful princes and grandsons who like to be finicky are really not easy to fool.
To accept a gift so carelessly and show off, why not wait until the guest leaves before showing off your expertise.
Guan Yiran gently placed the square inkstone on the table and asked with a smile: "The four treasures of the study are pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Now that you have the inkstone, you don't help me create a big family?"
Chen Pingan sat on the chair and said with a smile: "I'm probably still visiting relatives. What's the hurry?"
Then Chen Ping'an asked: "Can't you have a bar here?"
Guan Yiran nodded, "The control is strict. You can't drink. If you are caught, the fine will be a small matter, but the record will be a big deal."
Chen Ping'an then patted the Xingbu waist badge on his waist, twisted his wrist, and took out the wine bottle, "What a coincidence, you can't control me."
A hurried assistant was carrying an official document. The door was open and he knocked lightly. Guan Yiran said: "Come in."
The assistant official of the Yamen glanced at the man in green shirt. Guan Yiran stood up and walked over. He took the official document, turned his back to Chen Ping'an, turned it over, put it in his sleeve, nodded and said: "I still need to wait for the guests for a while, look back."
you."
The assistant nodded and left, coming and going in a hurry.
Later, two subordinates came over to discuss the matter, and Guan Yiran both said they would discuss it later.
Guan Yiran and Chen Pingan were sitting on a chair each, with their legs crossed, looking very casual.
Chen Ping'an joked: "I really don't have any time to spare."
Guan Yiran glanced at the wine bottle in Chen Pingan's hand. He was really greedy. The wine bug in his stomach was about to rebel. People who like wine either don't drink or don't want to drink. The last thing is to see others drinking. He was empty-handed and said helplessly: "
When I first retired from the border army and worked as a clergyman in this yamen, I was confused and had to be in a hurry every day."
Chen Ping'an laughed casually and said: "The sword and pen are used by the sword and pen, but actually they still hold the sword."
Guan Yiran shook his head, "In terms of implementation, the two are far from each other."
After some small talk, a colleague from the government office came over to see the official robes. He was of the same rank as Guan Yiran. This person started shouting at the door: "Di Bao, a copy from the Shanhaizong of the Shenzhou of China."
The newspaper from the mansion on the mountain! I got this from Ma Shilang. Yiran, come and take a look, I’m so overwhelmed with the news."
The young official saw the man in green shirt sitting and drinking. He was stunned and didn't care. He just thought he was the son of a wealthy man with a background in the frontier army. The threshold for Guan Yiran's friends would not be low, not just because of his family background.
It was about character, so when the young official looked at the man, he not only immediately put away his legs, but also took the initiative to smile and nod to himself. He didn't think it was too strange, so he smiled and nodded in return.
Guan Yiran was obviously very familiar with this person and said casually: "There's no place for you to sit."
The man gently threw the landscape newspaper to Guan Yiran and sat casually on the threshold, "Didn't you say that you had a friend in the world in the early years? This Chen Ping'an is the other Chen Ping'an? That should be the case. You are so arrogant, Yi Ran
Have you ever had a drink with him, and you made him dance around under the table again and again? Later, this Chen Jianxian came to the capital as a guest, and you helped me save a drinking party, so that I can be proud of myself. I can't beat him, but I still drink
But him?"
Chen Ping'an remained silent. When it comes to being at the wine table, I really don't scare anyone except Liu Jinglong.
After all, the Hubu Yamen is not a well-informed Ministry of Rites and Punishments. Moreover, the six divisions of labor are clear. Maybe except for the Lord Shangshu, who is known as the "local official", the other chief officials in the Hubu may not be aware of the previous Yichi Lane.
The inside story of that storm.
However, the middle-level officials in the six yamen in the capital are indeed notoriously "low-ranking" officials. Once they are sent to other places as officials, if they can be transferred back to the capital, their future will be bright.
Guan Yiran coughed and reminded this guy to speak less.
Chen Pingan is smiling.
Anyway, now that the matter has come to this, Guan Yiran no longer feels guilty, and with a clear conscience on his face, he says to his colleague: "It doesn't count every time. Occasionally we will tie with him at the wine table. If there is a chance next time,
If he comes to the capital and is not in a hurry to leave, he will definitely ask you to have a drink with him."
The young official nodded, then turned to look at the man in green shirt and asked: "Yi Ran, who is this?"
Chen Ping'an was already sitting upright and took the initiative to say with a smile: "I am Lord Guan's younger brother in Jianghu. I am not from the capital. I have just arrived in the capital, so I immediately rushed over to pay homage to the mountain."
Guan Yiran waved his hands and complained: "What little brother, these words are too harsh to say. We are all good brothers who fell in love with each other at first sight."
The young official wiped his face and said, "Yi Ran, look, this guy's Taoist monk on the mountain is Ning Yao from Feisheng City, Ning Yao! I'm so jealous of you, you can do it, you're so arrogant!"
Then he looked at the guest and said with a smile: "Brother, right?"
Chen Pingan nodded and said with a smile: "I envy you, I must envy you."
Guan Yiran waved his hand to chase them away, "It's just a landscape newspaper. If there's nothing worth making a fuss about, hurry up and go."
Guan Yiran introduced to Chen Ping'an in his heartfelt voice: "This guy is one of the more than a dozen chief officials of the Ministry of Household Affairs. Although he is young, he is actually in charge of several major northern states including Hongzhou.
Your hometown is not far from Longzhou, and now you still have all the fish scale albums in the Beitangfang. And like you, we are all from the market."
Chen Pingan nodded lightly, "I can tell."
It is a veritable "see", because this young official has several red lanterns hung up by the gods of various mountains and rivers behind him, and he is full of elegance.
Guan Yiran asked: "If you weren't busy, I would really like to help you two have a drink at the Changpu River later. How about that? Will I give you this face?"
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Of course there is no problem. But the wine party has to be arranged in half a month."
Guan Yiran didn't ask why, he just blinked and said, "When the time comes, the three of us will drink this wine. Accountant Chen, do you have the courage?"
Chen Ping'an said categorically: "I'm not good at drinking that damn flower wine."
The young official didn't know that the two people were speaking from the bottom of their hearts. He took off his official hat and put his palms on his bun. He said sadly: "I'm done with the things at hand for the time being. I'm not busy. I'm not allowed to take a breath."
What a tone. I’m so busy with the paperwork, and if I keep working all night long like this, maybe I won’t be treated as an outsider when I go to the Bible Translation Bureau in the future.”
Soon after, another official sent an official document, and the young official with strong literary style also took the report back to his residence, said goodbye and left. Chen Ping'an knew that working as an official in the Dalihu Department would definitely be very busy, but he really didn't expect Guan Yi
Ran Hui was so busy that he left a jar of Baihua Liquor for Guan Yiran. At worst, he would ask Aunt Feng for a few more jars later. Guan Yiran was not polite and just sent Chen Ping'an to the door of the house.
Chen Pingan walked all the way back to the inn. At the entrance of the alley, the young man Zhao Duanming waved and said, "Mr. Chen, I have something to do with you."
Chen Pingan nodded lightly, held his sleeves with his hands, and walked over leisurely. When he stepped into the alley, he smiled and said: "Hey, it's amazing. There are three small heavens and earth overlapping each other, and the interlocking sword talismans are used."
Come on, you are really rich."
Then Chen Ping'an burst into laughter. In order to regain his position, did these eleven people deliberately deal with him today, just like he had dealt with Wu Shuangjiang on the night boat?
Chen Ping'an was currently in the ruins of the Immortal Mansion owned by Formation Master Han Zhoujin, which was probably the Immortal Inn previously opened by the female ghost Gaiyan. He felt that they lost because they lost the first move, so he was not convinced.
Chen Ping'an was standing on a stone beam, with white clouds rolling like the sea under his feet, and a snow-white waterfall pouring down beside him. At the end of the stone beam, stood the "Sword Immortal" who had appeared on Yu Yu's shoulders, still looking like a young man.
, just a little taller, wearing a Taoist crown on his head, a sword, and red clothes, with beads embroidered on the seams of his clothes.
The young swordsman slashed the sword and chopped the helpless "Chen Ping'an" into... a talisman.
It seemed that Chen Pingan had not entered the alley at all.
In a hidden area outside the alley, the young monk clasped his hands together and said, "Buddha bless you, Chen Jianxian will find someone else, I'm going to find the merit box."
Then someone behind him smiled and said, "Okay, I'll find someone else."
On the roof of another place, Gou Cun scratched his head, because Mr. Chen was sitting next to him. Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Tell Yuan Huajing and Song Xu to give me some sword locking talismans later, and the debt will be settled."
The young man looked shy and nodded. He had said before that he would definitely not be able to get back. Of course, if a fight really came up, the young man would not spare any effort, and he had never beaten Mr. Chen anyway.
In the alley, the three of them, including Han Zhoujin, each removed the layers of carefully arranged space, all feeling helpless.
Then everyone was stunned. They saw a figure in green shirt appearing near the talisman floating on the ground. Mr. Chen, who was beside the young man, turned into a talisman and turned into a rainbow light, which was put into the man's sleeve.
middle.
"If you encounter an insidious bastard like Fei Ran or Shou Chen on the battlefield, you will line up one by one to have your head killed."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "I won't do this next time."