There are many guests at one table, so we have to squeeze in.
Chen Ping'an sat between Xiaomi Li and Chen Lingjun, Chen Qingliu and Xin Jian sat on a bench, Jinghao and Bai Deng, and poor Yinlu didn't know what was going on and was able to monopolize a bench.
Although Yinlu felt uncomfortable, he could not force anyone to sit next to him. He could only see that the young man in white with the Taoist name Cao Jun was a Jade Pu Realm Sword Immortal full of dragon energy. The other Jing Hao, especially
It was the two Luolu Mountain guests who arrived later, but Yinlu couldn't tell the difference. Since he couldn't see the other party's behavior, it spoke volumes. Yinlu knew exactly how much he weighed.
Seeing Yinlu's embarrassing situation, Zheng Dafeng held the tray with both hands and pulled the Taoist priest Xianwei to sit down. Yinlu was still a bit discerning and hurriedly moved to the edge of the bench and let the gatekeeper with a wooden hairpin on his head and a Taoist costume sit.
In the middle, Xiao Mili asked the good man Mountain Master with his eyes. Chen Pingan smiled and nodded. The little girl in black stood up and started to work. Zheng Dafeng pushed the plate to Xiao Mili, and she took out handfuls of melon seeds from her sleeves and put them on the table.
In the plate, he opened the cotton satchel, poured two packages of dried fish wrapped in oil paper into the porcelain plate, and then Zheng Dafeng placed the plate in the middle of the table so that everyone could reach it.
Let alone the vast world, there are not many people in the entire world who dare to treat guests like this.
Xiaomo had already persuaded Xie Gou to leave, or to be precise, he had dragged the girl in the mink hat away.
Don't think that Bai Jing can only bluff. If he really wants to fight, he will really fight.
Chen Ping'an and Xin Jian smiled and said: "Mr. Mei Qin, let's drink tea here first, and then we will go up the mountain to drink. The place will be spacious."
Xin Jian picked up the tea bowl and said with a smile: "It's okay, I feel very comfortable."
Accustomed to the military life, and due to his personality, Xin Jian has never been like the immortal masters like Jing Hao.
When Jing Hao heard the name "Mr. Mei Qin", her hands shook as soon as she picked up the bowl, and her heart strings suddenly tightened.
Speaking of Haoran, there are hundreds to hundreds of scholars with the nickname "Meiqin", but who else can be the "Mr. Meiqin" who can accompany Chen Xianjun on a trip to Luolu Mountain?!
Xin Jian glanced at Jing Hao, who had already guessed his identity, and said with a smile: "On the way here, my friend also talked to me about the ownership of Qinggong Mountain, but I didn't take it seriously. Of course, this is your family matter, and I am not alone.
Outsiders have no way of commenting."
Chen Pingan smiled knowingly.
I remember that a sage once said this about Xin Jian in the Confucian Temple, with mixed words of praise and disdain.
He is a handsome man who dominates the world, but no one dares to say that he is not good at all when he is just acting wantonly.
To put it simply, when he is leading the troops to fight and govern the country and bring peace to the world, others should stop nagging.
Chen Lingjun's mind was not on the elegant young monk. He was busy winking at Chen Zhuoliu. Good friends, let's have tea instead of wine and go one by one.
Chen Qingliu picked up the wine bowl and drank tea as if he was drinking water. Chen Lingjun drank it all in one gulp, wiped his mouth, and let out a sound, happily.
Xin Jian picked up the dried fish from the river, chewed it slowly, and nodded, "It tastes good."
Xiaomi Li scratched her face, smiled shyly, and pointed at the other types of dried fish on the plate, "Mr. Mei Qin, as well as the Pochihu and Yellow Spicy Ding, they are all quite delicious."
Xin Jian narrowed his eyes and smiled. As expected, he reached out and picked up two dried fish again, "Okay, I'll try them all."
Xiaomi Li also squinted and smiled.
Chen Pingan smiled and introduced: "Mr. Mei Qin, her name is Zhou Mili, and she is the right protector of our Luolu Mountain."
Xin Jian nodded and said: "I heard Zhuoliu say, very good, this is what the mountain should have. Personal opinion."
Previously, Chen Qingliu had specifically reminded Xin Jian that he was now a shabby scholar from Luzhou, Beiju, named Chen Zhuoliu. When he arrived at Luopo Mountain, he should not slip up to Taoist fellow Jingqing.
From the corner of Jing Hao's eyes, she spotted Chen Lingjun, who kept grinning. She was even more uncertain. Did he not know the weight of "Meiqin" at all? Did he have little education and a big heart, or did he know it and not care? After all, this kid in Tsing Yi, here
In just a few days, Jing Hao had so many surprises that it seemed that any normal person would be confused by Chen Lingjun.
Chen Qingliu smiled and said: "Jingqing, do you remember that I told you that there is a friend named Xin who will help you introduce him in the future."
Chen Lingjun, who had already taken off his boots and sat cross-legged, looked confused, "Huh?"
Damn it, we've had so many drinks and talked so much, I've forgotten it a long time ago, and I can't just pretend that I remember it, aren't you embarrassing me?
Chen Qingliu raised his sleeves, put his fingers together, pointed at the white bowl on the table, and said with a smile: "Cup, come here!"
"If I had said this earlier, I would have understood. Remember, why don't you remember!"
Chen Lingjun slapped his knees, burst out laughing, and gave a thumbs up to Mr. Mei Qin, "Brother Xin, there is a hand on the wine table, and it's this one!"
That is to say, sit far away, otherwise you have to pat the shoulder to show respect.
Xin Jian smiled and said: "You're drunk, don't take it seriously."
Chen Lingjun laughed heartily and raised one hand as if to push the door open. He was so happy that he said, "Brother Chen also said that you are an average drinker. Once, you fell drunk and pushed Songbian away with your hands. He pushed it for a long time...
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Xin Jian laughed dumbly.
As a result, the boy in green was slapped by his master.
Chen Lingjun was annoyed and immediately stopped smiling, "Brother Xin, I'm not laughing at you. I can't keep my mouth shut when I drink. Don't mind. My family doesn't speak the same language."
Xiaomi Li reminded softly: "Jingqing Jingqing, you haven't drank yet."
Chen Lingjun imitated his old master and sighed, "You don't understand, you're a gangster. When you meet by chance, you feel like old friends at first sight, just like drinking fine wine."
Xiaomi Li didn't want to refute Jing Qing in public, but secretly frowned with two sparse and yellowish brows, picked up the white bowl with both hands, and drank tea with his head down.
Chen Lingjun knew that he had said the wrong thing, so he quickly changed his words, turned his head and put his hand to his mouth, and whispered: "Xiaomili, I will help you find ten riddles later."
Xiao Mi Li grinned and quickly lowered his head.
Xin Jian glanced at the Taoist priest Xianwei who was just drinking tea by himself, and then looked at Chen Pingan.
Chen Pingan nodded lightly.
Jing Hao was speechless for a long time. The old monk had participated in thousands of ceremonial banquets in his life, and he had never encountered such a childish "drinking party".
Opposite the table is the man who slayed the dragon. Bai Deng was at the extreme point of facing a powerful enemy, and he still hasn't recovered yet.
Drinking tea at the same table with an enemy who "kills dragons wherever there are dragons in the world" was a situation that Bai Deng could not even imagine.
As for Yinlu, he didn't even know that he, the former deputy city lord of Immortal Hairpin City, and the Taoist priest Xianwei sitting next to him were the real owners of that Immortal Hairpin City, and even more so the owner of the Taoist hairpin left in the world.
After drinking tea, we divided into two groups.
Chen Ping'an and Xiao Mili were responsible for taking Xin Jian around the mountain to take a walk around Jiling Peak in Zushan Mountain. As for Chen Qingliu, they followed Chen Lingjun to the nearby Jise Peak for a drink.
A white-haired boy never served the table, but squatted at the mountain gate, took out a book, and began to record the year, month, day and so-and-so.
Walking on the mountain road of Jiling Peak where the Patriarch Hall is located.
Xin Jian took the initiative and said: "This time the Confucian Temple canonizes the Five Mountains Mountain Monarch of Aquarius Island, it is not the Yasheng, Literary Sage, or the leader of the Confucian Temple. The Academy offers wine and they are the abbot of the ceremony, but the five disciples of the Holy Master come forward.
Their current postures are somewhat similar to yours. One of them appeared with me in the wilderness this time. He is a beloved disciple of the Holy Master who has made no secret of his partiality. There is also the one from outside the world.
, I heard Chen Qingliu say that you followed Li Sheng to stop the barbaric world. You may have met each other before. A long time ago, he was the accountant of those ancient scholars. In addition to studying hard, he was also responsible for managing and making money.
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Chen Ping'an suddenly understood and nodded, "It was just a face-to-face meeting. At that time, the junior failed to recognize the identity of the sage."
If the identity of the other party had been known earlier, using Chen Lingjun's wine table lingo, it would be a few words higher or lower.
Previously, on the wild land, in a place with thin spiritual energy, two people lived next to each other in a thatch.
Before leaving the dojo, the bearded man found an iron sword, put on a crown, put on a Confucian shirt, and wielded the sword.
Xin Jian gathered together three thousand heads, took off a long sword from the wall, and rushed to the hinterland of the wilderness with his friends.
Chen Pingan smiled and asked: "Mr. Meiqin, after we have a drink later, can I ask you for a copybook?"
Xin Jian shook his head and said: "Master Chen, just forget about drinking."
Arriving at the White Jade Square outside the Jilingfeng Patriarch Hall, the mountains and rivers were picturesque, and Xin Jian leaned on the railing to overlook the magnificent scene.
Xiao Mili found that the owner of Haorenshan seemed to be waiting for something. When Mr. Meiqin silently moved away, the owner of Haorenshan looked a little disappointed?
Got it, the good mountain master wants to compete in poetry?
Oh, Wei Shanjun said, the limericks of the good mountain master are one of a kind!
They walked along the mountain road to Jise Peak. Chen Pingan was too embarrassed to take Xin Jian to his "study" in the bamboo building. Zhu Lian came forward to help the mountain owner entertain the rare guests.
The wind blows through the courtyard, and the iron horses under the eaves seem to be clanking and neighing.
Xin Jian, who had previously said that he did not drink alcohol, said with a straight face after the old cook in an apron brought a few plates of food to go with wine, that there was no need for the fairy wine from the mountains, just local cooking.
In addition to eating millet grains of melon seeds, everyone was slightly drunk. Xin Jian smiled and asked: "The content of that copybook was based on old words from the pile of old papers, or was it an improvisation of new words?"
Chen Pingan was a little embarrassed.
Doesn’t this mean that old words and new words can be used?
It’s just a matter of getting an extra piece of blank rice paper.
After all, Xin Jian was not familiar with the temperament of the second shopkeeper of the wine shop, so he said to himself: "Then the old words will be fine."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Just one sentence."
Xin Jian asked in confusion: "Which sentence?"
Chen Pingan looked at Xiaomili with a smile and made a gesture like holding a cup in one hand and twisting his wrist with the other, like a riddle. Xiaomili thought about it for a moment and knew the answer. He immediately raised his hand and said, "I know, I know, the good mountain master hopes that the beauty will be beautiful."
Mr. Qin wrote a sentence, only six words!"
Xin Jian, the Dragon in Ci.
I have actually written too many wonderful and well-received words, which can be both heroic and graceful.
Xiaomi Li moistened her throat, straightened her back and loudly gave the answer to the riddle: "Watching swordsmanship while drunk!"
Xin Jian was silent for a moment and said with a smile: "Then I'll trouble Mr. Zhu to cook two more dishes and get two more jars of wine."
Chen Lingjun was in high spirits and took his old and new friends to his house for a drink. It was a rare opportunity.
Before climbing the mountain, I had a few words of sincerity with Zheng Dafeng, asking him to say a few good words to Wei Shanjun and ask for some jars of Xianjia wine. The more famous he is, the better. It doesn’t matter whether it’s expensive or not. Anyway, he can spend money to buy some wine from the Shanjun Mansion.
While buying. Brother Dafeng is usually not reliable, but he is still very reliable at critical moments. He nodded and agreed, saying that he would carry the burden and deliver it to Uncle Chen in person later. He guaranteed that it would be good wine and it must be from the Piyun Mountain Ceremony Department.
The wine from the mountains has been treasured there for many years.
That is to say, there are friends present, otherwise Chen Lingjun would have to give our brother Dafeng a leg rub.
Walking on the mountain road, Chen Lingjun fluttered his sleeves.
Chen Lingjun was so happy to see Chen Zhuoliu that he took pictures from time to time
He patted Chen Zhuoliu's sleeve and said, "Wow, this tendon is so strong. Brother Dafeng said it well. The young man has strong firepower and his butt can make pancakes."
I just don’t know that Brother Chen, who was from the same family five hundred years ago, has found a wife now. It is probably impossible. He has no money in his pocket and a weak waist. He only relies on a good-looking skin to defraud those who like talented and beautiful women in the mountains.
The little girl in the novel is okay, but she is not popular in the mountains. Unless...she looks like Chief Zhou and Mi Jianxian? As for the old cook, it is normal to be a bachelor and a bachelor.
Although they are all friends, deep down in Chen Lingjun's heart, there is still a clear distinction between closeness and distance.
Chen Zhuoliu, Brother Jia, Bai Mangan, Yujiang's water god brother, Jidu Longting Marquis Li Yuan and others are all Chen Lingjun's best friends.
As for Senior Jing and fellow Taoist Bai Deng, after all, they have just met. It depends on how they drink at the table. Outside the table, people get to know each other over time. No matter what, the more you drink, the more friends you will have.
Chen Qingliu squinted at Jing Hao, who was walking on Chen Lingjun's right hand side, and said with a heartfelt smile: "We meet again."
This Jing Hao still has some brains, and knew to take the initiative to come here to visit Chen Lingjun.
Jing Hao did not dare to reveal the connection between herself and Chen Xianjun on the mountain at all, so she could only answer from her heart: "I never thought that I would be able to meet Chen Xianjun here again, and I would be even happier."
Chen Qingliu twitched the corner of his mouth, seeing how this guy didn't like him, so he started to rub salt into Jing Hao's wounds, "It's just a matter of giving in. He, Chen Ping'an, is just a little Nascent Soul of the Tenth Realm now.
, why should I fight with you, an Ascension Realm monk, but I still keep a distance from you? Haha, your realm is not high, and your tone is loud, how can you bear it?"
Jinghao wanted to speak but stopped.
I really want to be honest, senior, I can do it.
Sword Kai Tuo Yueshan, a city head carver in his forties.
Not to mention falling to the level of Nascent Soul, Chen Ping'an has completely lost his cultivation. I, Jinghao, am on someone else's territory and listen to a few strange words. It doesn't matter.
Chen Qingliu sneered, "It's just that there are two more Ascension Realm sword cultivators from the demon clan around you. What are you afraid of? You didn't take the initiative to provoke Luo Po Shan. Do they dare to kill you with a sword? Do you really follow the rules of the Confucian Temple?
Is it a decoration? Why, you have been lying on the mountain for a long time, and you have mastered the turtle method. You can shrink your head even when you can?"
Jing Hao was silent.
I'm just afraid that if I open my mouth and say something harsh, Chen Xianjun will turn around and sell him out, so I really don't have to leave Luopo Mountain today.
I couldn't believe it before, but now that Chen Xianjun revealed the secret, Jing Hao's heart trembled. Sure enough, they were two Ascension Realm sword cultivators!
The key point is that they are from the wild demon clan.
It is important to know that the Ascension Realm Great Demon in the Wilderness and the Ascension Realm monks from the rest of the world cannot be treated in general terms. This is a fact recognized on the mountain.
Jing Hao glanced at the boy in green beside him. Thanks to this boy, he had the chance to go up the mountain.
I can't attend the meeting at the Chinese Confucian Temple, but I can go to Luolu Mountain to have a drink. If this spreads, Qinggong Mountain's reputation can be restored a lot.
Chen Lingjun noticed the expressions on Chen Zhuoliu and Jing Hao's faces and asked doubtfully: "Sneaky, what are you talking about?"
Chen Qingliu said with a smile: "I dare to have a casual conversation with Master Jing, but I am afraid that if I say something wrong, I will accidentally touch my senior's antagonism, and I will get angry with me."
Jinghao knows its suffering but cannot express it.
Only Chen Lingjun, who was kept in the dark, was still there to smooth things over, and said earnestly: "Don't be like this, we are all friends. We haven't even had dinner at the table, and you are saying such hurtful words? This is not good, listen.
My, hold it back, let’s talk openly after drinking, there is no hierarchy at the wine table.”
At the same time, the boy in green reminded Chen Zhuoliu in his heart, "What's going on? Didn't I tell you about Master Jing's identity and background before? With your level of cultivation, don't say anything outspoken in front of a senior like Jing Hao.
Ascension realm monks all have their own tempers, so listen to me and don't speak so aggressively."
Chen Qingliu said from the bottom of his heart: "I thought that with a mountain monk like Jing Hao as a friend, I would have forgotten about an old friend like me who would be embarrassed even if I took him out to drink."
Chen Lingjun couldn't stand this. He was a little annoyed. He glared and said in his heart: "It doesn't matter who is good or bad, you are the only one who talks nonsense! I will punish myself with three bowls later. Remember to keep up!"
After hesitating for a moment, Chen Lingjun was still worried that Chen Zhuoliu had a bad temper, liked book business, could not keep his mouth shut, and would easily suffer losses.
"I know how difficult it is to travel alone in the world. I know that you are not very capable, but you have to be pretty."
"So there are some hypocritical things. Do you want me to help you arrange a place for you in Beiyue territory with a genealogy and identity? I won't mention it. But when it comes to fairy money, it is all external possessions. We
After my brothers separated, I have saved some money over the years. You can take it all. As agreed in advance, I will divide it into two parts. One part will be given to you, and the other part will be kept by Bai Man, who is also a good brother. Who will let me?
I don’t have many friends, and I don’t have much money in my pocket, but I still like to pretend to be an uncle, and you two are the only ones.”
"Don't think I talk too much, and don't be embarrassed. We have an unbreakable friendship with the other in adversity. So if you encounter trouble, I will give you both the money and the one I worked for in vain."
I’ll just start saving money again and keep it for as long as I can. If I don’t have enough money, I’ll borrow it from someone. I’m not going to brag. I’m here in Luopo Mountain and I don’t care who I borrow money from.
It’s all a trivial matter, no need to owe any favors. Mr. Wei Shanjun from Piyun Mountain is the one who likes to hold night banquets. I am the only good friend who doesn’t cut off chicken heads and burn yellow paper. You can tell yourself.
Look, since my money is your money, does money count as a thing? It must not count as shit."
"Also, I'm just saying that if you encounter something that can't be solved with money, don't hide it from me today. You can't do it and look down on me. Say a word and I will accompany you to leave Luo Luoshan.
, It doesn’t matter even if I go to Beiju Luzhou. I have a lot of friends in the mountains there, and they are all good. I used to think that you are a high-spirited guy. No matter how poor you are, you are still a scholar. You are noble at heart.
, I may not like to hear this, so I am not willing to show you these sentiments that can scare people as soon as I say them."
Having said this, Chen Lingjun gently patted the arm of his friend next to him, hesitated for a moment, and said softly: "I know that asking for mercy from someone, no matter how good the relationship is, will still feel uncomfortable in my heart. Maybe it's just that the better the relationship, the more uncomfortable it will be.
Okay, it’s okay. We’ll have a good drink together when we get to the wine table later.”
Chen Lingjun felt that he was not a fool and that he was not really in trouble. With the stubborn temper of a pauper like Chen Zhuoliu, he would never come all the way across the continent to see him at Luopo Mountain.
Regardless of what others think, Chen Lingjun has always felt that the most difficult thing in the world is to ask a friend to do a favor, which will make the friend feel embarrassed.
Chen Qingliu smiled and stretched out his hand to hold the boy in green's head.
Chen Lingjun slapped the guy's palm away and said angrily: "I'm almost touching myself by talking to you here, so I'm almost moved. You're good, I'm not big or small, I'm looking for a drink."
"How can you not be moved? Brother, I am very moved too."
"Ha, then cry for your brother and hurry up."
Bai Deng, who only dared to follow them silently, his legs were swaying now. This kid in green clothes really dared to talk. Did he really not know how to write the word "death"?
Chen Qingliu noticed the thoughts in his heart, turned around and said with a smile: "Little guy, do you really want to see your ancestors so much?"
Bai Deng was covered in sweat and speechless.
As the son and grandson of a dragon, he has to drink at the same table with a dragon-slaying man.
Those who shouldn't go out of the mountain really shouldn't take this trip outside the mountain.
Pushing open the door of the house, which is never locked, Chen Lingjun led a few friends to sit down at the wine table in the main hall. Soon Zheng Dafeng picked up a load of wine, followed by a girl in a pink skirt carrying pastry boxes and fruit baskets.
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Chen Nuanshu and everyone gave a blessing, put the cakes and fruits on the table, and said: "The immortal masters will wait a moment, and the wine and food will be delivered immediately."
Chen Lingjun's face was full of embarrassment.
Chen Nuanshu glanced at Chen Lingjun and said softly: "Hospitate your guests well."
Chen Lingjun didn't dare to look at her, he just nodded vigorously.
In Luolu Mountain, apart from the old cook, Chen Nuanshu's cooking skills are not bad either. What's more, she also learned a few special dishes from the old cook.
Chen Nuanshu, who was very agile, went to the kitchen of his house and quickly brought a large food box with seven or eight kinds of wine and food, all delicious and delicious.
Leaving the house, she gently closed the door.
Soon the drinking started inside, and the boy in Tsing Yi's loud voice was loud, apparently he was having a fistfight with his friends.
Without even looking, she knew that Chen Lingjun was standing on the bench.
Zheng Dafeng was waiting outside and asked with a smile: "Aren't you angry?"
Chen Nuanshu shook his head gently and said with a smile: "He is rarely busy with business, how can he be angry?"
Zheng Dafeng began to complain, "I heard that at the foot of the mountain, in the small town, Chen Lingjun had several morning drinks."
Chen Nuanshu raised his eyebrows and bit his lip, "I'm too lazy to care about him!"
At the wine table, after three bowls of punishment, Chen Lingjun was already standing on the stool, shaking his hands, "Brother, my heart is connected."
Chen Qingliu waved his hands and laughed and said, "My brother and I are using our brains."
"I'm afraid that my brother will have a hard time, and I won't do anything if he gets beaten."
Listening to these random drunken conversations, Jing Hao and Bai Deng could only stare from the side.
Chen Lingjun and Chen Qingliu started punching each other in small town dialects. They said, "How are you two?", "Five leaders, six or six..."
Chen Xianjun in a green shirt looked around at a loss with his books and swords, but he couldn't do anything, and he put hundreds of thousands of things into two or three cups.
Three thousand years later, a sword flew across the sky, flew across the vast Dongting, and then passed through the Wanqing Mountains of ancient Shu, and came here again, not to slay the dragon, but to get drunk with my best friend, and compete with each other!
On the border between Yuzhou and Hongzhou, on an official road to Yuzhang County, three plainly decorated carriages were inconspicuous.
There was a carriage in the middle. Emperor Song He and Queen Song Mian, both in casual clothes, sat side by side in the carriage. From time to time, she raised the curtain and admired the scenery along the way.
In the carriage at the end were Zhao Yao, the Minister of Justice, who was accompanying him, and Li Baozhen, the first chief officer of Yuzhou's Weaving Bureau, who had arrived halfway.
One is a popular official in the capital, and the other is a local official on the edge of official circles.
Li Baozhen smiled and said: "Thanks to your glory, I can sit down and go on my way."
Zhao Yao smiled and said: "We have to thank His Majesty for his approachability, so that we don't have to pay attention to those red tapes."
Li Baozhen clicked his tongue.
Zhao Yao laughed it off. Although the relationship between the two parties was close, they still had to say a few polite words in official circles.
They are real old acquaintances. They are both children of wealthy families in Fulu Street, Huaihuang County. They are not peers in the strict sense, but at least they are of the same generation.
Over the years, Zhao Yao and Li Baozhen have been exchanging letters.
Li Baozhen said in his heart: "I heard that the imperial meeting in the capital, led by Yuan Zhengding, suggested moving the capital?"
If Da Li really moved its capital to the current capital of Luo Jing, it would really be a disaster for a certain vassal king who is now in the wilderness.
Taken a paycheck.
The first Lake Lord of Shujian Lake is Xia Fan, who was born as a hero in the Dali court, and Wu Guanqi, an assistant officer. The latter was in charge of the collection and organization of intelligence for the Dali court in the central part of the continent, and Li Baozhen, who was in charge of the southeastern espionage, was of higher or lower rank.
Colleagues with similar powers. The Song family of Dali is recognized as having three officialdoms, the Shanxia Dynasty composed of the capital and the local area. The second officialdom is composed of various gods. The third officialdom is the Longquan County Kiln Affairs Supervisor Office, Yu
The Prefecture Weaving Bureau and the Hongzhou Logging Institute are institutions whose chief officials are not of high rank, but every chief official is a well-deserved eye of the emperor.
Of course, Lin Zhengcheng of the logging institute is probably the only exception.
Zhao Yao glanced at Li Baozhen, smiled and said nothing.
Li Baozhen leaned his head against the wall of the car and pointed at Zhao Yao, "You guys have always liked talking in your belly since you were a child."
In terms of a prosperous official career, Li Baozhen, who was promoted to a fourth-rank official, was naturally far inferior to his fellow countryman Zhao Yao, who was promoted by His Majesty to the position of minister of punishment.
Among the young people who have gone out of the small town, not only to practice cultivation and become gods on the mountain, but also to be an official, Zhao Yao is the one who deserves the most.
But if we only talk about the territory of Yuzhou, the biggest officials are of course the governor and the general of Yuzhou. Neither of them can control the Weaving Bureau and Li Baozhen, but Li Baozhen and the Weaving Bureau can make the two frontier officials of military and political affairs sleep uneasily.
Because Yuzhou is an important military town and a battleground for military strategists, Cao Mao, as the general of Yuzhou, is also in charge of the military affairs of Hongzhou next door.
Cao Mao was not qualified to ride in the car at this moment, so he could only follow a group of monks accompanying the army and ride on horseback to clear the way.
When Li Baozhen went to Yuzhou Weaving Bureau to take up his post, Li Baozhen brought two confidants, both named Zhu, father and daughter.
At this moment, Zhu He and Zhu Lu were riding behind, following the convoy from a distance.
The queen asked in a low voice: "Where is Yu Yu?"
Song He smiled and patted the back of her hand, comforting him: "Don't worry, this elder of your family just seems to be lacking in strength and can't speak well. Although she is young, she is actually very smart. Otherwise, how could she become an earthly branch monk?"
The strategist behind the scenes?"
In the first carriage, a woman and a girl were sitting opposite each other. The girl kept glancing at the jewelery in the woman's hand.
The woman who is the queen mother of a country, with a graceful air, did not take it seriously. She raised her white lotus-like wrist, shook her bracelet, and asked with a smile: "Do you recognize it?"
The girl shook her head and said something strange, "You must pretend that you don't know him, even if you haven't seen him before."
Nan Hao knew the character of this little girl very well. She looked carefree but was actually very bad, so she continued to ask: "There is no such thing in the Yu family's collection, and there is no such thing in our Dali's Y-shaped treasure house?"
The Yu family of Shangzhu State was not prominent in the officialdom of Dali. In name, it was only in charge of the silk and tea services of the local government. In the family history, there was neither a famous prime minister nor a famous general.
However, leaving aside the three surnames of the Yuan, Cao, and Guan families in the first tier, not to mention face, but only in terms of background and character, the Yu family is actually similar to the Tianshui Zhao family and the Zizhao Yan family, while the Fufengqiu family and the Poyang Ma family are not as good as the Yu family, but these
The inside story is really just the inside story, and few Dali officials dare to say that they understand the context and depth of it.
As for the Yi-zi treasure house of the Dali Imperial Court, it is a heavily guarded forbidden area. Even with a woman's status, it is forbidden to even enter or ask anyone about it.
Yu Yu's face was complicated and she shook her head vigorously, "There is nothing we can do. Master Cui has beaten several of us, and no one is allowed to use this thing. Otherwise, even the memory of this life will be erased and he will become an idiot. I heard Yuan Huajing say,
Earlier, there was a poor guy who didn't listen to advice. He was a veteran of the Earthly Branches cultivators and was my senior. He found a bead secretly and was taken care of by Cui Guoshi himself. He ended up very miserable."
The little girl patted the "Xu" waist tag and said, "It was originally his thing, and I was there to fill the gap. If he hadn't knowingly committed the crime, I would probably still be learning female red embroidery at home."
Nan Hao pretended to have heard about this for the first time and said with a smile: "You are a military monk. Even if you don't replace this person's Earthly Branch position, you will go to Zhenwu Mountain or Fengxue Temple to practice Taoism."
Nan Hao said jokingly: "Now that our Grand Master's position in Dali has been vacant for several years, you don't need to be so nervous. Besides, Master Cui has always thought highly of you and has placed high hopes on you."
The little girl sighed and said pitifully: "Of course I understand the principle of one emperor and one court official in the officialdom, but the problem is that Cui Guoshi is no longer here, and he still has a junior brother who has returned home in fine clothes. Empress Dowager, don't you?
You know, the few of us were taught a lesson to death by that Yin Guan master in the capital, and each of us was treated miserably by him. It was so miserable that we all have psychological shadows now!"
Nan Han's face turned pale in an instant. It was not that Yu Yu's words were rebellious or that he had violated some official taboo, but that the woman now had a headache when she heard the name of that hidden official.
When Yu Yu saw that the situation was not good, he immediately shut up.
Nan Hao subconsciously gently rubbed the string of beads on her hand, her face uncertain.
Yu Yu knew that Chen Ping'an had once entered the palace, but what happened was still unknown even though she was a monk of the Earthly Branches lineage.
Being able to pretend not to know something you shouldn't know is a skill.
The last time Chen Ping'an brought Xiao Mo to the palace to meet Nan Hairao, the Queen Mother of Da Li, it was to ask "Lu Jiang" for the natal porcelain fragments.
At that time, the woman was wearing this bracelet secretly made on the mountain. Each bead was a priceless "Lingxi Bead". And because this kind of orb can make people remember memories of previous lives, one bead lasts a lifetime.
The scholar sat down attentively, followed the Taoist formula, rubbed this bead, and gathered his mind with a grain of mustard seed. Then he could understand clearly and cross the time limit. His body was like a colorful phoenix flying with two wings, and his mind was dancing in a time album that recorded the pictures of the past life. The past life
For scenes that are deeply remembered, the picture on the page will be colorful, just like the truth. For certain people and events that are lightly remembered, the colors on the picture will fade. For those with vague memories, the picture will be dry and light, leaving only an outline.
Nan Hao sighed quietly and forced out a smile, but when she thought about leaving Beijing this time, she would most likely encounter that bitch from Mud Ping Alley who became rampant when he got the upper hand, and her face turned gloomy again.
Almost any sect with a profound foundation will always have this item, even Bai Yujing is no exception.
In order to be able to liberate some of the dead ancestors, he did not hesitate to find a needle in a haystack, find this life from the vast world of mortals, and then take it back to the mountain to renew the relationship. If you can remember the memories of the past life, you will naturally get twice the result with half the effort on the road of cultivation.
This is the case for Jiang Zhaomo of Bai Yujing Purple Qi Tower and Yu Xin of Tongye Sect.
Therefore, the Lingxi Pearl has always been a rare existence with a price but no market. Once it appears in the world, it must be fought for by the monks. They will not hesitate to spend a lot of money, ask for a sky-high price, or simply fight. Therefore, no matter who keeps this mountain treasure,
It is prepared for disaster and will never be useless. Because those immortal mansions that do not have such a thing in their own treasury, no matter they have no chance or have no money, when they are in urgent need of a spiritual bead to help a certain "ancestral master" awaken, they have to follow
The sects with Lingxi beads went to ask for them. This is the importance of the incense and love on the mountain.
As for the South Hairpin bracelet, there are as many as twelve spiritual beads strung together. Except for a few that were used by her, most of the other orbs containing memories were previously "strange" by the Taoist man next to Chen Ping'an.
All his followers were wiped out by the fierce sword light and turned into... trash.
But South Hairpin is not sure. It seems that two of the Lingxi Pearls, although the light is also dim, seem to have been restricted by a kind of swordsmanship by the "stranger"?
With the help of a pearl, you can only remember some of the people and events of your previous life. They are all pictures that are relatively unforgettable and clear in your memory. If you were a successful person in your previous life, you would encounter and pass through the spiritual pass with the help of the Lingxi Pearl.
, naturally will not be forgotten, so this can become a shortcut to mountain climbing without sequelae.
The old coachman who drove the Queen Mother of Da Li in recent years reminded him from the bottom of his heart: "Be careful of the inner demons encountered at the bottleneck of the Nascent Soul Realm. If it is really that person named Chen, you will never even think about reaching the Yupu Realm in this life.
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The old coachman's true identity is an ancient god and the chief officer of the Lei Department's Zhan Survey Department.
The old man continued: "When the mind is born, all kinds of demons are born. When the mind is destroyed, all kinds of demons are destroyed."
Nanhan's eyes lit up and she smiled and said, "Thank you, senior, for reminding me."
The old man said: "It's nothing, it's a sentence written in a novel about gods, demons and monsters. I saw it and thought it made some sense. It was very popular in the market at the foot of the mountain in the early years, and the price was cheaper. The sales volume was not as good as that of the one in which Chen Ping'an was the protagonist.
This landscape travelogue is poor.”
Nan Hao resisted the urge to curse.
Yu Yu turned into that silly look again.
Nan Hao noticed the solemn atmosphere in the carriage, put away her complicated emotions, and asked seemingly casually: "Yu Yu, you are all looking for suitable treasures from the Y-word secret vault. If I remember correctly, are there any problems with those things?"
The punishment department of the brand is dedicated to monks, and each can exchange treasures of equal value with the punishment department by virtue of their military merits. The officials of the punishment department all select from the C-shaped treasure house where all kinds of natural and earthly treasures are piled up, but the grade is relatively low? "
It stands to reason that there must be a more hidden library of "Jia" characters.
Yu Yu looked at the Queen Mother with a playful expression.
Nan Hao realized that she had made a mistake and said, "Just pretend I didn't ask."
Yu Yu grinned and said, "Empress Dowager, there is nothing that cannot be said about this matter, and there is no taboo. Cui Guoshi once told me that if anyone asks me in person in the future, I will tell her the answer."
Nan Han's face was pale and colorless, but thanks to the woman's fair skin, she was not so conspicuous.
Yu Yu pointed at himself, then at the woman, and then gave the answer, "The Jia Ziku of the Great Li Dynasty is me, you, us, all the monks of the Earthly Branches, and the Empress Dowager.
Members of the Song clan in Dali are genealogy monks on all mountains, and they are all gods of mountains and rivers, and even more..."
After pausing for a moment, the little girl's eyes were firm and she said in a deep voice: "It is also a detailed record of every yellow book of the Dali Dynasty's household registration and every ordinary citizen of the Dali Dynasty. It is a detailed record of every fish scale book of the cadastre, every person in the Dali Dynasty.
An inch of the land of Lishan River."
Nan hairpin was silent.
Yu Yu smiled, exhaled gently, and the girl began to close her eyes and rest.
Haha, just imitating the words of the national master Cui Chan, I am so tired!
In the reading place with rich pine shade in Piyun Mountain, Tiger Wei Bo closed the heavy book, held his chin with one hand, and tapped the golden earring beside his ear with his thumb, while hesitating about drawing up his own divine name.
On one of the vassal hills of Luolu Mountain, the Sword Worship Platform, Xiao Mo felt a little relieved. Xie Gou was whispering to the white-haired boy who was the genealogist, and Guo Zhujiu, who they regarded as their leader, as if they were together.
Discussing important matters. As for the provocation at the mountain gate, Xie Gou had completely forgotten about it and acted like a normal person. Xiao Mo moved slightly in his heart and moved away.
In the capital city of Dali, a young monk named Zeng Ye, the young head of the Five Islands Sect, planned to follow Mr. Chen's instructions in the letter and first stay at an Xianjia inn where it is said that there is no need to spend money if you report his name.
, then go to the alley outside Renyun Yiyun Building and find a pair of masters and apprentices named Liu Gao and Zhao Duanming.
Over at the old cook's house, Chen Ping'an, who was swaying after drinking, quietly left Luo Luoshan with Xiao Mo and came to his ancestral home in Muping Lane, a small town.