The tea was given to me by Wang Chudong's girl when they were in Laoshan. She said it was the first tea on the island and even the emperor rarely drank it.
After Jingzhou destroyed the Yellow Dragon Ship on Spring God Lake that day, this little girl ran to the inn where he stayed all day long. She also said that she wanted to write a book, and threatened that in the next book, he would be dressed in purple.
Write the graceful figure in the robe, give him an important role, match it with ten or twenty beautiful girls, and finally, the earth is completely white and completely dead.
According to the little girl's words, the miserable ending like heavy snow on the ground and a vast expanse of death is the real life. If you don't die, you won't earn tears, and if you die, you won't lose your pen.
Jing Zhou laughed at the little girl's words, but they made the little girl chatter incessantly behind him. He probably felt that he had fewer girls to match him. He rolled his eyes, patted his small peaks, and vowed.
I assure him that the less is a little less, but Ning Que is a mistress. All the people he is matched with are first-class romantic figures, and they are all very beautiful.
What's the use of having three palaces and six courtyards like an emperor and raising three thousand beauties? In the end, the rain will be uneven and the wind and rain will be miserable?
In the end, he was so annoyed by this girl that Jing Zhou replied, "Help me get three thousand beauties, see if I have the ability, and let them soak in the rain and dew one by one." The little girl was immediately speechless.
Bluebird makes tea, a technique he learned from Laoshan, a teahouse owner who likes to brag about himself. The white fox's face is holding a cup of hot tea, but he is not very interested.
Jingzhou took a sip of tea and praised: "The blue bird is becoming more and more inseparable. Do you think that if one day the blue bird is no longer around the young master, will it be difficult for the young master to take care of himself?"
Blue Bird's face was red, and he just changed the tea and made tea. His movements were pleasing to the eye.
After teasing the blue bird a few times, Jing Zhou looked at the fake man with Bai Hu'er's face and said: "Why, you came to Emperor Wu's City and lost your sword skills? Wang Xianzhi is really powerful, your sword
That's not bad. Those who use swords are not afraid of heaven and earth, but those who use swords must respect ghosts and gods?"
"Didn't you say a few days ago that you had an idea in your mind, whether to stop at 18 or at 19? In my opinion, these 19 stops are great. I'll give you a few more years until you understand how that eunuch hurt me.
Sword intention, perfect these nineteen stops, and watch you chop off the turtle shell of that old bastard Wang Xianzhi with one sword stroke."
Bai Hu'er shook his head with a face and said calmly: "It's not that I'm afraid of Wang Xianzhi, I'm thinking about something."
Jingzhou asked, "What's the matter? Tell us and we'll have fun together."
"Where did you hear those words you said on Emperor Wu's city, that even if the sky fell, you would poke a hole in the sky with your sword?" The white fox, who had always been serious about his words, smiled with a charming face.
Jingzhou squirted out a sip of tea, exhaled, and asked, "Couldn't it be that I realized it myself?"
The corners of Bai Hu'er's face and mouth turned up slightly, and he said: "If the sky really fell, you would be the first to run away. I don't know if a sword can poke a hole in the sky, but your ability to escape is second to none."
Jing Zhou said seriously: "So, you can't imitate Huang Sanjia, a gangster. Don't rush forward when your brain gets hot. It's wise to plan and act later. Look at Huang Sanjia, that old fox. He likes to hide behind and go out.
It's a bad move. It's not good if someone is too upright. There's nothing wrong with meandering and being flexible and showing weakness."
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
"Didn't a monk once say, if someone in the world bullies me, insults me, laughs at me, belittles me, despises me, or hates me, how should I deal with him? Just tolerate him, let him, let him go, avoid him, be patient with him,
Respect him and ignore him."
Bai Hu'er asked softly: "Which monk said this? How could I not know?"
Jing Zhou was surprised and said: "Huh? You don't know? Then it's not what the monk said. It's probably the Taoist priest who said it."
Bai Huer's face said again: "Can a arrogant Taoist priest say this?"
Jingzhou nodded and agreed: "That's right, Niubi can't tell. It was probably said by a certain scholar after drinking the flower wine, Qingniao, don't you think so?"
Qingniao smiled and nodded. The young master's words taken out of context sounded unreasonable at first, but after hearing it again, she felt that it still made some sense.
Jingzhou added: "The world is so big, and life only lasts a hundred years. So what if you are invincible? What if you are the best at a young age? What if you are the best in the world?"
"This one is a hero, that one is a good man, look at the white hair on his temples, and his appearance changes every year."
"A hundred years later, as all the confidants have turned into a handful of loess, who will still remember the deeds of those heroes? Even if people later can say a few words about them, they are still unclear."
"Half your life will be in the world, and half your life will be peaceful, accompanied by a loving wife, and you will have no regrets in this life! I think the great monks from the Liang Zen Temple have understood this principle. There is nothing wrong with being afraid of your wife or your daughter.
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Bai Huer's face asked: "What about you? Don't try to be a hero? Have you lived half your life?"
Jingzhou said honestly: "The second question is hard to say. The first question is hard to say either, but most heroes start well but don't end well."
At this time, Qingniao saw that the young master frowned and stopped talking.
Bai Huer's face seemed to be feeling something, and he looked out through the window.
Later, in this courtyard planted with ferntail bamboos, the wind picked up, and the bamboo leaves rustled, drowning out the roar of Hu Kui.
The sentence "Cao Changqing is visiting" comes from afar accompanied by the sound of bamboo leaves.
During the Battle of the East China Sea, another word "Sword Nine Emperors" was added to the world that had been forgotten for a long time.
The person who can force Wang Xianzhi back three steps with one sword has been missing for at least several years.
The old man with an unattractive appearance was also considered by many to be second only to Deng Tai'a in terms of swordsmanship and ahead of the Taoist priest on Longhu Mountain who was known as the Little Heavenly Master.
The sword spans ninety-six thousand miles and has a great reputation.
After that, the old man’s half-life story was revealed again. For more than ten years, Jian Jiuhuang was an unknown blacksmith, but he later enlightened and became a master. Some well-informed people said that Jian Jiuhuang was an unknown blacksmith.
Huang became a disciple of an old swordsman. Some people say that Jian Jiu Huang was a world-famous swordsman in his previous life. Compared with the former, more people believe in the latter.
After all, gossip has always been unpopular.
Eat sword?
Do you dare to make it up even more powerfully?
However, those storytellers are keen on the former. They squat at tea stalls and wine stalls every day and talk about young rangers who have just entered the world.
Five purple-robed slaves guarding the city.
"Old Zhangtou, you said that day when Jian Jiuhuang and Wang Xianzhi were fighting, the beast at the feet of the man who sent Jian Jiuhuang to the top of the city was really several times bigger than the buffalo?"
The ranger of the sword obviously didn't believe it. The buffalo was already the biggest thing in the town, bigger than the black blind man. If it was several times bigger than the buffalo, how big would it be? He couldn't figure it out.
Another ranger who was scratching his head said, "I don't believe it either. You also said that he looks the same age as us. How is this possible? The masters in the town said that the older a person is, the better his kung fu skills will be.
What matters is the principle of gradual progression. You have been practicing Kungfu for three years, and someone else has been practicing Kung Fu for ten years. Their Kung Fu is seven years better than yours. How can you defeat them? And that swordsman you talked about before is also an old man. Where can I beat him?
Any young people?"
The two storytellers stared at each other, and even drank the tea without caring about it. They blew their beards and cursed: "Fucking fart! You still don't believe me when I say you are stupid. It's just a few of those things in town that mislead young people into seeing money. You can work hard on your own."
I haven’t practiced well enough, and I sit in a well and look at the sky. I only know a little bit about it, so I just talk nonsense.”
"People who practice martial arts can be divided into martial arts and heavenly ways. People who practice heavenly ways pay most attention to enlightenment. If you don't make progress in cultivation for decades, you will reach immortality in one step. Let's not talk about Emperor Wu's city today.
I will tell you about Lu Zu who flew thousands of miles with his sword eight hundred years ago. I will tell you about Qi Xuanzhen who slew demons and demons at Longhu Mountain. I will tell you about Qi Xuanzhen who cultivated great righteousness and spoke of the constitution of heaven. When he opened his mouth, he showed the power of heaven.
Follow the great scholar."
"Hurry up and tell me. I finished speaking earlier and took the coins. It's time for me to change places. Widow Zhang's surname is Zhang, and my surname is also Zhang. We just have a family together, but she has to marry the man surnamed Li.
Hey, it’s better to be the Widow Wang in the west, who doesn’t close the door at night. Let’s make an agreement first, one coin per story, half a word missing. I go to your door to shit in the middle of the night, don’t think I don’t know the way, your little dog’s hut,
Isn’t it just under the two old locust trees at the west end of the village?”
At dawn, Hu Kui pulled the carriage and headed northwest from Emperor Wu City.
"Sir, Cao Changqing is following you." The blue bird looked back and saw, dozens of feet away, a man in a green shirt, unhurried and unhurried, always hanging at a distance behind the carriage.
"If he wants to follow, just follow. Don't pay attention to him. Let's go our own way."
"Tell me, this guy doesn't have points himself. Everyone in the world has given him the title of Cao Guanzi. He doesn't know how to give points when playing chess. It's so difficult to ask him to give up five sons to six. After all, he is also the first in chess. Others
Who wants to play chess with him? Why play chess with him, other than to win one or two games?"
"I can play a game of chess with him and invite him to drink the Spring God Tea you brewed. This old guy has to go to Liangchan Temple to burn a few sticks of incense to pay his respects. Look at him again, it's just that he won't let anyone else play chess.
He played a game of chess for most of the night and still kept playing at a glance. The master can play chess, but he doesn't like to play long chess. If he wants to play long chess, he has to find that old fox Huang Sanjia." Jing Zhou's voice was not soft, even though
It’s Xu Fengnian who doesn’t know Kung Fu. If he were here at this moment, he would probably be able to hear “Old Fox Huang Sanjia” from a distance of more than ten feet.
I came to this lonely city in the world, and I had to stay for a day or two to see the wonderful scenery of Emperor Wu City, but I didn't expect that this guy Cao Changqing would come to visit with two boxes of chess.
Cao Guanzi, who was following behind and able to lure away two of the three souls of Lady Xu who was over forty but still had her charm, smiled indifferently. No matter what the person in front said, he was still hanging slowly behind.
It's rare to find a trace of the little princess's breath in this person, how can you let him slip?
For several days, at first the blue bird would look behind him to see if the blue robe was still there, but then he gradually got used to it and stopped looking.
Jingzhou thought that it was not a problem to be treated as a follower by Cao Changqing, but it was not the time for Jiang Ni to talk to Cao Changqing now. After all, Li Chungang was still listening to the drawings under the Chao Pavilion as a prison. Not to mention anything else, but this Li Chungang had to be kidnapped no matter where he was.
Go to Xichu.
What kind of crutch can I rely on? Naturally, I have to rely on the little clay figurine who is born with a sword heart.
As for Xu Fengnian, this guy is very tough. Without Li Chungang, there is still Qi Lianhua in Beiliang Palace. It would be difficult to die.
Everyone thinks that the first person to use a sword is Gu Jiantang. In fact, both the sword wielder and the knife wielder are all in the Beiliang Prince's Mansion. After the death of his daughter Wu Su, the old man went into hiding and became a servant in the Beiliang Prince's Mansion.
Waiting for the servants, secretly protecting Xu Fengnian.
Cao Changqing is one of the top three masters in the world. He can enter Tai'an City alone. Naturally, Qi Lianhua can also do it with swords and armor. In the end, one man fights an entire country, forcing Emperor Liyang to commit suicide, and kills all eight imperial guards with one sword.
Hundred-trained Qi warrior.
This old man, Cao Changqing, a romantic man who is better than Badou in literature, and Ye Baikui, a saint in martial arts, is also an old citizen of Western Chu. When he was young, he always wanted to serve the country, but he was not reused. In the future, even if Western Chu restored the country, after the death of his daughter, Qi Chu
Lianhua no longer has any desire to serve the country.
In Jingzhou's opinion, there is nothing wrong with Qi Lian's Hua Xin being as high as the sky. He wants his calligraphy to surpass that of the ancients, his family to prosper, his country of Chu to be long and long, and his people's well-being. What's wrong with that?
It's a pity that fate has its way with people.
At dusk, you can already catch a glimpse of the hilltop where Liangzen Temple is located.
Along the way, Baihu Erlian often heard Jingzhou say how extraordinary the white-robed monks in these two Zen temples were.
At least none of the top ten masters in the world, except for Cao Changqing and Wang Xianzhi, were praised by this person. This white-clothed monk was mentioned three times in a row, which shows that it is indeed extraordinary.
I also heard him say that in the Thousand Buddha Hall of Liangzen Temple, there is a painting of "Vajra Arhat Fist", which is a rare magical power of Vajra and Demon Subduing in the world. As long as you fully understand this boxing, you can be firmly in the top three martial arts.
Baihu'er didn't care much about whether the great monk had Zen practice. Could it be that by chanting the lotus flower, he could ask her to take revenge? But if you can take a look at the magical powers in the Thousand Buddhas Hall, you might be able to learn something.
She was holding a wine flask in one hand and stroking the knife in the other. Her pair of peach blossom eyes were looking at the mountains in the distance. Even if she was sitting in the carriage, she still couldn't hide her domineering look that was even three points more domineering than a man's.
The moon was dim and stars were thin, and the carriage had already arrived at the foot of the mountain of Liangzen Temple.
There is a thatched house dozens of feet away. Through the moonlight, you can vaguely see that it is an extremely simple house.
Baihu'er jumped down from the carriage with a hint of surprise on her face. If her guess was correct, the thatched house standing in front of Liangchan Temple, a famous temple in the world, should be the home of the great monk Li Dangxin.
Compared to the temple at the back, this thatched cottage is a bit crude, and it can't even cover up the sound of snoring.
Doesn’t the great monk enter the imperial city in white clothes and on a white horse, and the emperor comes out of the palace to lead the horse?
At this time, she roughly understood why Jingzhou bought several boxes of high-quality rouge and gouache before coming to Liangchan Temple.
The great monk may not be poor, but he is a bit poor.
It doesn’t matter if you are poor, you still have a family to support.
"This monk is an interesting person. He is known as the Living Buddha, but he has a wife and a daughter. He was born in the best temple in the world, but he lives in a thatched house. Although he is terribly afraid of his wife, he is also very capable."
Jingzhou walked forward casually as the box contained gouache for women.