Liu Qiao and Liu Qiao waited for King Wen's carriage to pass before leaving the city and heading south.
Chang Long was carrying some drinks and gifts in large bags, and muttered: "Master, why don't you live in the city, but in the remote southern suburbs?"
"He's fishing."
"fishing?"
Liu Qiao nodded and said, "That's right! Sprinkle hooks and lines all over the sky, and you can fish out right and wrong from now on."
Chang Long was confused when he heard this, and could only praise blankly: "Master is indeed a great immortal, and he has such great abilities."
Not long after walking towards the southern suburbs, we came across a stream with green orchids and green willows hanging on both sides.
"This is Panxi. Please behave properly. Master is not far ahead. Don't lose my face."
Liu Qiao said with a smile, and saw Chang Long walking very hard with two jars of wine in his left hand, a basket of vegetables in his right arm, silk in his arms, and a baggage on his shoulder.
Then he took off the sword from the bag, slung it over his shoulder, and said with a smile, "I'll hold some for you."
“Sure enough, it’s much lighter!”
…
After a short walk, we arrived at a bamboo forest, with a path in the forest and three or two thatched huts surrounded by a fence.
Master and apprentice Liu Qiao arranged their clothes, knocked on the courtyard door and went in. A boy came out of the thatched hut.
Her buns are tied with silk ribbons, her face is like a crown jade, her eyes are like cold stars, and her blue shirt has big sleeves and wide winds.
As soon as the boy came out and saw Chang Long, he was stunned and stood still, showing a vigilant look.
Chang Long only glanced at it, hurriedly picked up the gift in his hand, pulled out the spear, and was about to shoot, but Liu Qiao gently held his shoulder.
"Master, this boy does not look like a fairy, but looks like a ghost and a demon!" Chang Long said in a low voice with a cautious look on his face.
Liu Qiao calmly shook his head, indicating not to act rashly.
"Brother Taoist, Liu Qiao, a poor Taoist qigong master from Jinshi Mountain, is my disciple. May I ask if this is Ziya Gong's hermitage?" Liu Qiao said, clasping his fists.
When the boy heard this, his face relaxed and he hurriedly avoided it, not daring to accept the courtesy.
He bowed and said: "It turns out it's senior brother. I don't dare to treat you as a big gift. I went fishing in Panxi River. Please come in quickly!"
Immediately they led Liu Qiao and Liu Qiao into the courtyard. After a while, four more children appeared, all dressed in normal clothes. They poured tea and snacks for the master and apprentice.
Chang Long tugged on Liu Qiao's sleeve and whispered: "Master, why are there five brats under you?"
When Liu Qiao saw the five boys, he knew they were the Five Way Gods, and he explained in a low voice: "They turned out to be ghosts and gods. They were subdued by your master's methods. You should be more restrained and don't show your fierce look to scare them."
After a while, there was a slight sound of footsteps in the bamboo forest. Master Liu Qiao and his disciples, both of whom had clear ears and eyes, looked at them from a distance.
Then I saw Jiang Shang wandering back carrying a bamboo pole and an empty bucket filled with water.
"Master, we have been separated for several years. I miss you day and night, but Master is still so charming..." Liu Qiao hurriedly went up to take the barrel and said.
"Fortunately, where have you been hiding in the past few years? Have your skills in bow and horse martial arts ever declined?" Jiang Shang said, twirling his beard lightly.
"No, no, I secluded myself in the Jinshi Mountain in Luoyang. I often practiced martial arts and even accepted a disciple named Chang Long."
Liu Qiao hurriedly pulled Chang Long over, pointed at Jiang Shang and said: "This is Master, salute quickly!"
Chang Long straightened his figure, straightened his robes, and saluted with a bow: "Disciple Chang Long, I have met my master."
Jiang Shang looked up and down and saw that he was dressed as a tutu and seemed to be polite. He twisted his beard and asked, "What is your true form?"
But he could see through its changes at a glance and knew the demon's transformation.
"I don't dare to hide it from my master. This disciple is like a water snake in the stream. Because the master often chants Taoist scriptures in the mountains and remembers his name, the disciple admires him... and is happy that the master does not dislike it... so he pours some tea under the master's seat.
Water, leading the horse to fall and kick..."
Chang Long immediately gave a long list of compliments, including Liu Qiao and Jiang Shang, talking about how high his virtues were, how wonderful his armor was, how great his divination skills were, and how vast the Taoism was.
It made him, a little monster from the wilderness, fall in love with him as soon as he saw him.
Of course, some words were taught by Liu Qiao, and some words were understood by him with his talent for flattery.
It still has an effect. The flattery from ignorant people makes Jiang Shang more happy than the deliberate flattery from acquaintances.
He hurriedly waved his hands and said: "I've said it before, I've said it before. I'm not that powerful. It's all because of the love from my colleagues that Jiang has a little reputation..."
Liu Qiao saw the two of them bragging about their business and couldn't stop talking about it, so he quickly stopped and said: "Okay, okay, Master, let's go into the room and talk."
He looked at the wooden bucket filled with water in his hand and asked with some confusion: "Master, are you going to fetch water?"
"Um...no, I went fishing!"
"What about the fish?"
Liu Qiao looked at Jiang Shang's slightly shy old face and immediately understood that he had not caught even a single fish of love.
Sure enough, Old Ginger Head is still the same Old Ginger Head, and has not changed at all.
It has to be you! Old Ginger Head!
He didn't catch any fish, so he drank until he was full, then scooped up another bucket and brought it back.
Jiang Shang casually threw the fishing rod to the corner and muttered: "You two sit down wherever you want, I'll get some tea."
"No, no, I've brought good wine and dishes, four hot and four cold, eight dishes and one soup."
How could he let his teacher and his father entertain him? Liu Qiao quickly called to Chang Long and said, "Quick, go and set up the table with the boys and arrange the food and drinks."
…
But it was said that Wu Dalang accidentally hit him while carrying firewood and killed the military minister in the street, which had already disturbed King Wen's carriage.
All the civil and military officials in Xiqi spoke out and killed him directly, asking Wu Da to pay for Wang Xiang's life.
When King Wen heard the story, he said: "He was accidentally injured. First, draw a circle on the ground and ask him to stand inside and wait for us to return, and then we will investigate the matter in detail."
But because he was busy going to the spiritual platform to perform fortune-telling, he drew a plot of land in the south of the city as a prison and asked Wu Ji to stand inside and wait.
King Wen had innate numbers and was a saint. He knew everything in the universe, so he was not afraid of him running away. Therefore, later generations also used the phrase "painting the ground as a prison" to describe this saint.
Buji couldn't help crying when he thought that he still had an old mother to support at home.
At that time, a senior official and Prime Minister You were passing by Yisheng. He saw Wu Ji crying in the circle and asked him the reason. After knowing his difficulties, he let him go and said: "I will ask Uncle Qi. You go back first to buy the coffin and clothes, and then come back."
Taste the fate of the king."
Wuhan University thanked him for a moment, then went home and explained the matter to his mother. The mother and son burst into tears.
His mother was a sensible person and asked hurriedly: "You said you met two fortune tellers who gave you a fortune teller. What's going on?"
"I went to Panxi to collect firewood and met an old man fishing with a straight hook. I chatted and laughed with him and kindly taught him how to use a curved hook to hang bait. He didn't appreciate it and instead cursed me for my bad appearance and went to the city to beat people to death!"
"When I entered the city, there was another man with a handsome face and an extraordinary appearance. I was nosy again. He said that my left eye was blue and my right eye was red. He might hurt people's lives and told me to be careful..."
Wu Da said angrily and then cursed: "It's all because of these two monsters. I wanted to beat them right then!"
"Hey, those two fortune tellers are experts. They have foresight. Go find them quickly. If you want to save you, you need one of them!"
Wu Da listened to his mother's words, packed up his things and ran to Panxi.
But he was thinking that although the Taoist had an immortal spirit and didn't look like a mortal, he seemed to be a wanderer who didn't know where to look.
Only the old man, who often fished in Panxi River and never moved his nest, might still be able to find him.
Wu Da was a man who collected firewood for a living and walked quickly. Soon he arrived at Panxi River. He didn't see the old man fishing, so he looked around for him.
After passing a bamboo forest, I saw several thatched huts standing upright. I was very happy, knowing that the master was hiding among them, but this time I didn't dare to be rash and knock on the door.
A boy came out and said: "My master is having a banquet with the immortal family. They already know everything about you and come with me."
Wu Da hurriedly agreed to the promise, and when the boy finished speaking, he turned around and entered the house. He quickly followed suit and nervously pushed open the door.
"Ah! This..." As soon as he entered, he couldn't help but exclaimed.
From the outside, it looks like just a few shabby huts, with a radius of only a few dozen feet. When you open the door and go in, it seems like the world is changing.
The carved beams and painted buildings, pavilions, waterside pavilions, flower beds, and lotus pavilions all look like a high-level government office, covering an area of dozens of acres.
It is strange to say that it is clearly a sunny day outside, but in this cave sky, there is a full moon and starry sky, illuminating the eaves and brackets with a starry glow.
"Is... anyone here?"
The boy who had led the way just now also disappeared, and Wu Da walked around the courtyard in a daze.
After walking for a long time, passing through many bright and beautiful courtyards, we finally saw a lotus pond measuring several acres in one area.
There were patches of green lotus leaves, and there were faintly pink lotus flowers in the mist, which looked really beautiful in the moonlight. Wu Da walked along the corridor and leaned on the railing to watch. There was also a koi carp wandering in the pond. He was fascinated by the sight for a moment.
"But Wu Lang is here! I've been waiting for you for a long time, so I'll come and talk to you in the pool."
Wu Dazheng was just looking at the beautiful scenery. Suddenly, a familiar old voice sounded. He came back to his senses and was overjoyed. He turned around and said, "Is it Mr. Jiang? Where are you?"
Only then did he see a boy rafting in the middle of the pool, hundreds of feet away. In the middle was a pavilion several feet wide, with three people sitting there.
An old man with a green beard and a bright head, dressed in white, with a kind face and well-dressed, is sitting at the top.
On the left side of the lower head, sits a Taoist with a high bun, a face like a crown jade, and a short black beard three inches below the chin. He is wearing a yellow bagua robe, and he has an air of immortality. He vaguely seems to have seen that person in the daytime.
On the right side, there is a fat tutu with a golden hoop on his forehead and a string of thick beads on his neck. He is wearing a light yellow collar, with his chest exposed and his belly exposed, and he is smiling.
No matter how stupid and reckless Wu Da was, he understood at this time how he didn't know that the whole house was full of gods and masters.
Busy and busy, he knelt down and said, "Disciple Wu Ji, I would like to pay my respects to all the immortals!"
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There should be another chapter today. I was supposed to update it twice yesterday, but something delayed me, so I will update it again today.