Chapter 455: The master and the apprentice are pitiful when they practice boxing
When they arrived at the dinner table, Li Er muttered a little. This was the second time that his wife asked him to drink more. Although he drank openly, it had been many years since the last time.
Seeing Chen Ping'an deliberately suppressing his fist, he drank three or two cups, and his face turned red soon after drinking. Li Er felt that something was wrong. Why, he fell asleep when he was drunk, thinking that he could eat less.
A punch is a meal? But this is not something Chen Pingan can do.
However, Li Er was still very happy that someone was having a drink with him, so he stepped on the bench with one leg. He never thought that he had just raised his foot and crossed his back to pick up a pair of chopsticks to stir-fry some winter bamboo shoots far away from him.
The man glared at him and lectured him to act like an elder. Li Er was so confused that he had to sit down and sit down. He had never seen her care about things like this before. He occasionally drank a few ounces of wine, and his wife was worried.
They don't care about this. Their family has always been like this. When Li Huai was a child, he liked to squat on the bench and chew the chicken legs and hooves. He didn't have a so-called tutor. What kind of girl wouldn't go to the table to eat? There was no such rule in Li Er's family.
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Li Er glanced at the plate of dishes that was deliberately placed next to Chen Ping'an's hand, and found that his wife glanced at him. Li Er understood that this plate of stir-fried pork with winter bamboo shoots was nothing to do with him.
The meat and hard dishes on the table were all on Chen Ping'an's side, while Li Er's side were all vegetarian dishes with clear soup and water. Li Er took a sip of wine and smiled. In fact, this scene was not unfamiliar.
During the years when Li Huai did not go out to study and travel far away, the family was always like this.
Li Huai stayed in the Sui Academy to study and learn, and the three of them moved to the foot of Lion Peak in Luzhou, Beiju. Even though Li Liu often went down the mountain, the family of three got together to eat without Li Huai making noise there, and Li Er always felt that something was missing.
Taste, Li Er does not have any preference for boys over girls. This has nothing to do with who his daughter Li Liu is. Over the years, Li Er has only one request for Li Liu: external matters should be settled outside and do not bring them to the house. Of course, the son-in-law,
Exceptions can be made.
Chen Ping'an was 70% or 80% drunk, so his teeth were not chattering when he spoke, and he could walk without any problems. He left the Eight Immortals Table and the main room, went to Li Huai's room to rest, took off his boots, lay down gently, closed his eyes, and suddenly sat down
Get up, turn the boots beside the bed so that the toes of the boots are facing in, then lie down and sleep peacefully.
It turned out that he missed his hometown, Luopo Mountain, and his great disciple.
Li Er was busy clearing away the dishes and chopsticks, but the woman was still sitting on the same spot and said in a daze: "Li Er, what do you think of this kid Chen Ping'an?"
Li Er smiled and said: "Okay."
Otherwise, the man would not have thought of selling the Dragon King Basket and the golden carp to Chen Ping'an secretly. For this, he was even punished at Yang's shop.
The woman whispered: "Do you think this child likes our daughter?"
Li Er stopped his movements and said helplessly: "This is not something to be ignored. Chen Pingan already has someone he likes."
The woman was greatly disappointed and said, "Our daughter is not lucky."
Li Er smiled and said nothing.
The woman slapped the table and said angrily: "Why are you laughing? Is Li Liu your biological daughter? Did I steal the man here?"
Li Er shrank his neck and said in a low voice, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
The woman lamented: "My daughter is short-sighted and has no future as a father. She doesn't care. What kind of evil did our daughter do in her previous life to be reincarnated into the family to endure hardships? Is it possible that Li Huai will be the father and mother in the future?"
Daughter-in-law, in the end, you will have to take care of your married sister for the rest of your life?"
Li Er asked curiously: "Don't Dong Shuijing and Lin Shouyi, who study in the same school as Li Huai, have liked our daughter since childhood, and I have never seen you care so much before. And the scholar who went with us last time
, don’t you think it actually looks good?”
The woman shook her head, "That's different. After looking over and over, I still feel that Chen Ping'an looks most like Mr. Qi from the school. I can't explain half of it, but I'm pretty good at judging people."
Li Er stopped talking, nodded, and continued to clear the dishes.
The last time his wife allowed him to drink alcohol, Mr. Qi came to the door.
The woman asked tentatively: "Does our daughter really have a chance?"
Li Er felt a little guilty. The following punches would make Chen Pingan starve to death. He probably wouldn't have a chance, right?
The next day, when the sky was slightly bright, Chen Pingan got up and helped carry water back. When the neighbors asked about the well, they said he was a distant relative of the Li family.
Then Li Er took Chen Ping'an out to Lion Peak and told the woman that they were going for a walk in the mountains. The woman smiled happily and didn't say anything. Li Er was a little confused and didn't know what happened.
What calculations can be made?
Li Er took Chen Pingan straight to the Lion Peak Ancestral Hall.
Chatting along the way, Li Er and Chen Ping'an said thank you to Zheng Dafeng who was now guarding the house in Luolu Mountain.
Chen Pingan said it was nothing.
But Li Er said that Zheng Dafeng's temper, if left in the past, would become a useless person in a foreign country. He would definitely not be willing to go back to Yang's shop, eat and wait for death, and this life would be really over. Such a life of scribbling, in the end, Master
He, the old man, has never looked at Zheng Dafeng as his disciple once, and Zheng Dafeng has never dared to treat himself as his disciple in his whole life. The current situation is that he is down and out, but the master and apprentice are already master and apprentice, which is very different.
In fact, Chen Pingan has always felt that Uncle Li is the kind of person who understands life the most in the world.
Now it seems that this is indeed the case.
Huang Cai, the master of Lion Peak, is an old immortal master with an air of immortality.
Huang Cai is famous among the Nascent Soul monks in Luzhou, Beiju, for being good at fighting.
Li Er did not exchange polite greetings and directly asked the famous old Yuanying monk to seal the mountain.
Without saying a word, Huang Cai immediately sent an order to close the mountain to Lion Peak, and did not mention when the mountain would be opened.
For a fairy mountain, sealing the mountain is a major event.
Either the enemy is facing us, or the ancestor has retreated and broken through.
Li Er handed the respectful old mountain master of Lion Peak a piece of paper and asked Huang Cai to grab the medicine according to what was written on the paper.
Huang Cai still didn't ask a single word.
Just the way he looked at the young foreigner was a bit strange.
Chen Ping'an said that it was dark under some lights in the shop at the foot of the mountain, and he immediately became enlightened when he was dealing with outsiders, but he didn't explain anything more.
We can wait until Li Liu returns to Lion Peak to discuss everything.
Li Er took Chen Ping'an to the gate of an ancient mansion on the top of Lion Peak. This was the place where the founder of Lion Peak used to practice Buddhism in his early years. After Bing Li passed away, it had never been opened again. After Li Liu returned to Lion Peak,
The gate of Caifu reopened, and there was a cave inside. Even Huang Cai was not qualified to step in. Chen Pingan stepped into it and found that it turned out to be a cave waterway. After passing the mountain and water restriction of the gate, there was a ferry with green and quiet water.
, a small boat docked, Li Er personally supported the grass and moved forward. In the cave, there was neither the light of the sun nor the moon, nor the fairy fluorite, but the candlelight was still as bright as day.
After the boat had traveled more than ten miles, the field of vision suddenly opened up. In the distance there was a strange mirror as big as a lake, slightly lower than the surface of the lake. Water from all directions poured into it, and there was no trace of it.
Li Er explained: "This mirror is the entrance to an ancient cave. Some people didn't like that cave very much, so they built this formation and kept watering it with water. This mirror is quite tough and usually 'qi-rich'
Even if I used the eighty-level fist of 'Gui Zhen' to break it for a moment, it would still be restored to its original state. It is said that only the 'divine arrival' of the last level of the ten realms can completely break the mirror.
I still need to hone my boxing skills for a long time before I have the opportunity to reach the realm of 'God'. After that, I will break the deadlock in martial arts and embark on a true path to heaven."
Chen Ping'an hesitated for a moment and couldn't help but said: "It's a pity that such a rare fairy treasure is completely shattered."
As for the three realms of the ten martial arts realms, I have heard of them, so just remember them.
Li Er smiled and said: "Only when you can break a mirror with a pair of fists can you be qualified to say whether it is a pity or not."
Chen Pingan felt that until this moment, the person standing next to him was no longer Li Er.
But he is a ten-level warrior.
Li Er was no longer around, and Chen Ping'an knew something was wrong. As expected, without any warning, a sweep came from behind.
Chen Ping'an's body seemed to be collapsed, his fists were restrained, and he was not particular about his style. He tried to throw himself forward, but unexpectedly he was hit by a quick kick in the lower back, which made a clicking sound like a series of firecrackers.
Chen Pingan, who regarded the ordinary golden body martial artist's physique as a paper-mache clay sculpture, was kicked like a bowstring. After a bang, logically speaking, Chen Pingan was about to be kicked dozens of times.
Zhang Zhang, but Li Er's punch was much faster than Chen Pingan's body. He stood beside Chen Pingan and punched down, hitting Chen Pingan's chest as he leaned back.
This punch caused Chen Pingan's back to fall to the ground on the spot.
Li Er stretched out his foot, twisted his ankle, and casually lifted Chen Pingan, who had hit his instep, onto the mirror.
Chen Pingan, who felt that his pure energy was about to collapse, fell heavily on the mirror, jumped a few times, suddenly slapped the mirror with his palm, stood up and stood up, but still couldn't help vomiting blood.
Li Er was still standing on the boat. Both the man and the boat were motionless. The man said slowly: "Be careful, my punches are not serious. Back then, Song Changjing and I were both at the peak of the Nine Realms. We were in the Lizhu Cave.
The fight was so intense that I almost accidentally killed him."
Chen Ping'an took a deep breath. Seeing that Li Er had no intention of taking action immediately, he gently rolled up his sleeves and gently twisted the mirror with his toes. Sure enough, it was unusually solid. It was just like walking on the dirt road in Mud Bottle Lane when he was used to walking on the dirt road in Fulu.
Qingshi Street, Taoye Lane, is a feeling. What does it mean? It means that it hurts to be punched by Li Er, and then hit the mirror, adding fuel to the fire. It is worse than hitting the downfall.
Above the floor and walls of Mangosteen Building, disaster will be even worse.
Chen Ping'an was swaying and asked with a wry smile: "Uncle Li, do you always punch from the Nine Realms?"
Li Er shook his head and said: "Of course not."
Before Chen Pingan could feel better, Li Er added, "There are still ten realms."
Just because this kid called him Uncle Li, Chen Ping'an couldn't let Chen Ping'an call him in vain.
Li Er feels that a person must be kind.
After tea and dinner, at the wine table, there has been a huge excitement recently on Luzhou Mountain in Beiju.
The leader of the Qingliang Sect, He Xiaoliang, inexplicably had a huge conflict with the infatuated Xu Xuan on his way back to the sect.
The man and woman, who were supposed to be a pair of gods and Taoists made in heaven, not only had no sincerity, but they didn't know what Xu Xuan said. He Xiaoliang actually got into a fight. In a secluded mountain in the Hualing Dynasty, the two sides delineated the boundaries.
, He Xiaoliang and Xu Xuan fought so hard that the mountains and rivers within a radius of a hundred miles changed their color, and the spiritual energy of the mountains and rivers thousands of miles away became extremely disordered.
Xu Xuan was seriously injured and fled far away, but He Xiaoliang directly killed his two personal maids, not to mention the two young golden elixir female cultivators.
Zhu, Fu Xuan's sword, they fought for it, took it to Qingliang Sect, and then threw the two treasures outside the mountain gate. The female sect leader issued a message, asking Xu Xuan to get it for himself if he had the ability. If he didn't,
If you are not brave enough, you can ask Master Bai Shang to take away the sword.
After Xu Xuan returned to the top of the mountain, he retreated to recover from his injuries. It was said that it was inevitable that he would be able to reach the upper fifth realm, which would have to be delayed for at least ten years. In this way, at least regarding the realm, once Liu Jinglong broke through, he would be able to take down Li Cai. Dong Zhu was
In the Three Sword Asking Questions, Xu Xuan was not only ten years slower than Taihui Sword Sect Liu Jinglong in terms of cultivation, but also ten years younger than Luzhou in Beiju, second only to Lin Su. Xu Xuan would also exchange seats with Liu Jinglong.
Bai Chang, the greatest swordsman in the North, did not sit idly by and did not do anything. However, he did not go to the Qingliang Sect to confront He Xiaoliang with his identity as a swordsman and the realm of immortal. Bai Chang only said one sentence, he Bai Chang
After just one day in Luzhou, Beiju, He Xiaoliang could not even dream of reaching the Ascension Realm.
The two sects, who were supposed to get married, have now become mortal enemies.
Many outsiders, including the Qionglin Sect, began to cut off contact with the Qingliang Sect, and many business contacts were even more difficult.
Many mountains including Emperor Han of the Hualing Dynasty
After falling under the secular power, they began to secretly regret it. Many Taoist embryos who originally planned to send to the Qingliang Sect to practice returned home even after they had made it halfway.
Many of the Immortal Mountains around the Qingliang Sect also began to alienate the Qingliang Sect, which had an unstable foundation, intentionally or unintentionally, and strictly ordered their own mountain monks not to have too much involvement with the Qingliang Sect.
A direct disciple of Tianjun Xie Shi visited the Qingliang Sect in an aggressive manner. As a result, He Xiaoliang did not know the general situation. The two parties who had an irreconcilable relationship broke up on bad terms. After that, the Qingliang Sect became increasingly apparent.
Alone, with no help from all directions, allies are no longer allies, and those who are not allies have become potential hostile forces, which makes Xiao Jiuzi. No one thinks that a recent sect who has completely angered the Great Sword Immortal Bai Chang can do anything.
How long have you enjoyed the scenery in Beiju Luzhou?
There was also turmoil within the Qingliang Sect.
Half of the enshrined guests had disowned the Qingliang Sect and sent a sealed letter. As many as five seats were missing in the Patriarch Hall overnight.
He Xiaoliang was also a weirdo. Instead of smashing the seats, he just moved them out of the ancestral hall and placed them under the eaves outside the door.
The Qingliang Sect, which already had few disciples, looked increasingly deserted on the top of a mountain.
Fortunately, when He Xiaoliang traveled to Luzhou in Beiju, the nine named disciples he took in were relatively stable, and no one had chosen to defect to the Qingliang Sect. From the outside, it was because those guys didn't know the name Bai Shang at all.
I don't know the meaning of it, not to mention the extremely dangerous situation after a feud is made on the mountain and the face is broken.
These nine first-generation disciples of the Qingliang Sect were brought back to the mountain one after another by He Xiaoliang. Most of them were ordinary people at the foot of the mountain who had never practiced Buddhism before. Their age was not very different. The oldest person was no more than a mere three years old.
At that time, the youngest was only a child of five or six years old. He Xiaoliang accepted a disciple, which was very strange. The qualifications were also considered, but they were not the most important. As long as they could embark on the path of spiritual practice, there were more.
Look at her own eyes.
Today, He Xiaoliang left the small cave where he was practicing Taoism alone. The Qingliang Sect occupied a geomantic treasure land, but they did not carry out any large-scale construction. They only opened up a small piece of land halfway up the Zushan Mountain, with thatched huts adjacent to each other, and all nine disciples.
Living here, the only place used for preaching, teaching, and solving doubts is somewhat like a wealthy family's residence. It is similar to the ancestral hall of a wealthy family down the mountain, where you can worship your ancestors and invite your master to give lectures to the disciples of the family.
He Xiaoliang accepted his disciples and only taught them a Taoist formula that was indistinguishable from superior to inferior. He did not care about anything else. However, he invited an outsider to teach the disciples on a daily basis. This person was neither a worshiper nor a guest.
But he has been teaching here for several years to the nine disciples of the Qingliang Sect. He is not limited to analyzing the mysteries of Taoist classics. He can teach the knowledge of the three religions and hundreds of schools of thought. He Xiaoliang seems to trust this "Mr. Li" very much.
She was worried that if he gave lectures here, he would mislead the disciples and delay their practice. She was not even worried that the Qingliang Sect, which she had promised not to accept any more disciples within a hundred years, would turn into a sect that looked completely different from the Immortal Family.
The nine disciples, who are still registered disciples for the time being, have great respect for the young gentleman who only knows his surname: Li.
He Xiaoliang came to the window of the lecture hall.
That Master Li was talking about the Confucian poems and articles. He mentioned before that "spring grass grows in the pond" and "the bright moon shines on the tall buildings". He lamented that these seemingly straightforward poems, which show the most skill, will make later generations of poets.
I regretted being born a thousand years late, and then I talked about a wealthy family at the foot of the mountain, or a sect on the mountain, what the temperament of the founder was like, how it would affect the family tradition, the family style, and finally told the nine people, if you become a sect in the future
The originator of this problem would have thought about how to do it so that he could make fewer mistakes and get more right.
When someone saw the master appear, they wanted to stand up and salute, but He Xiaoliang stretched out his hand and pressed down twice, indicating that the place where the lecture was held was the largest one for the teacher.
The young-looking Master Li asked a question for the nine students to think about, then left the school and followed He Xiaoliang.
He said: "Master He, there is obviously no need for you to act like this...Forget it, as an outsider, I won't ask more about the reason. But I am sure that Bai Shang always means what he says."
Even if He Xiaoliang is the direct disciple of the Taoist master, he is still separated by a world.
What's more, if the Sword Immortal of Luzhou in Beiju is really angry about his actions, how can he care about this?
Bai Shang now clearly doesn't care.
It is said that in the earliest days of Luzhou in Beiju, there was an ancient swordsman and a student of the most holy master. They pointed the tip of their swords at people and asked with a smile whether they thought my sword would cut them down.
The answer is, of course, yes.
But in the end, the sword immortal died in the battle at the Jianqi Great Wall, and the Confucian saint founded Fushui Academy in Luzhou, Beiju. During his lifetime, he took care of many of the descendants of the sword immortal.
He Xiaoliang said with a smile: "Mr. Li, I have only been in the Jade Pure Realm for a few years now. It will take hundreds of years to wait until I reach the next Immortal Realm and then reach the bottleneck. Bai Chang is willing to wait.
Just wait."
The scholar whom He Xiaoliang respectfully called Mr. Li said: "The disciple of Tianjun Xie Shi was a little aggressive."
He Xiaoliang said: "When he was traveling, he received guidance from Bai Shang. Bai Shang had a favor for him in preaching. In addition, the Qingliang Sect founded the sect and occupied a considerable part of the Taoist fortune in Luzhou, Beiju. This person will naturally tend to
Yu Xu Xuan and Bai Shang."
Mr. Li shook his head and said: "If the principles can be applied and borrowed in this way, I think there is a big problem with Tianjun Xie Shi's preaching."
He Xiaoliang couldn't help laughing.
Mr. Li wondered: "Am I wrong?"
Thinking about one's own mistakes beforehand is the foundation of this scholar's scholarship.
He Xiaoliang shook his head and said, "I hope Mr. Li will say this to Xie Tianjun in person one day."
Mr. Li smiled and said: "If you have the chance, you can give it a try. However, it may not be pleasing to see how Xie Tianjun and the entire sect behave."
He Xiaoliang stopped dwelling on this issue, fearing that he would have to laugh out loud, and at the same time he felt a little pity for the disciple of the Heavenly Lord.
She turned her head and looked at the handsome young man under the hut in the distance. His name was Cui Ci. He was a scholar who had traveled across continents with Mr. Li for many years.
Mr. Li said: "It's time for me to go down the mountain."
He Xiaoliang frowned: "I don't dare to keep you, sir."
**Sheng then bowed and saluted as a disciple of Confucianism.
Even if the other party didn't return the favor with a bow, He Xiaoliang still shifted her steps and hid. However, it was just that she was in the Jade Pu Realm and at the top of the Qingliang Sect Mountain. Her movements were unnoticed, at least in that porcelain area.
In Cui Ci's eyes, the female sect leader always stood where she was and accepted her husband's courtesy gracefully.
The Imperial Study Room of the Great Li Capital.
The Umrah will disperse.
However, it was rare that Cui Chan, the national preceptor, did not leave.
This has never happened before.
Emperor Song He did not ask any questions, but quietly waited for what the imperial master would say.
Cui Zhang stood up from the chair, put his fingers together and lightly touched it, and a long landscape scroll appeared in the imperial study room, which was the land of Aquarius Continent, Beiju Luzhou and Tongye Continent.
The young emperor quickly stood up and walked to Cui Chan's side.
Cui Chen said slowly: "In the great dynasty meeting, the monarch of a country and the ministers and generals talked about current affairs, which was far away from three or five years ago. In the small dynasty meeting, the monarch of the country and the generals and ministers talked about the affairs of the past thirty or fifty years."
What I am talking to Your Majesty about in private at the moment is to discuss a century-old plan. Your Majesty may be able to see part of the process, but you may not be able to see the final result with your own eyes."
Song He said softly: "Just like when my father couldn't see the horseshoes of the Great Li cavalry stepping on the seaside of Old Dragon City?"
Cui Chan said bluntly: "Absolutely."
Not only was Song He not disappointed, but he was filled with joy and said with a smile: "Sir, I have been waiting for this day."
In front of this imperial advisor, the young emperor always performed student rites as long as there were no other ministers around.
There was no need for the Empress Dowager to mention this matter at all.
Cui Chan said: "When the overall situation of Aquarius Continent is finalized, it will inevitably be handed over to the Hanlin Academy in the future to compile the biographies of the second ministers and loyal ministers of the ministers from each vassal country. Moreover, this will definitely not be revealed when His Majesty is in office, so as not to be cold.
The people's hearts in the temple can only be done by the successor emperor. This is a family matter of Aquarius Continent and Dali Dynasty. Your Majesty can think about it first and make a list of regulations. I will look back and see if there are any omissions that need to be added. Mend people's hearts and repair them.
Old mountains and rivers are equally important."
After saying this, Cui Chan pointed to Beiju Luzhou, north of Aquarius Continent, "Looking at such a vast Beiju Luzhou, what do you think?"
Song He replied: "Compared to the past, it is very hollow."
Yizhou Sword Cultivator has already made his way to Daoxuan Mountain.
Cui Han nodded and said: "I would like to advise your majesty, the Song family of Dali should never think about getting involved in the territory of other continents. It is impossible."
Song He felt a little regretful.
I thought that the ambition of this Grand Master of Great Li, my husband, would be greater than I imagined.
Cui Chan said with a smile: "If you have great ambitions and few talents, you are also hollow."
Song He looked embarrassed.
Cui Zhang pointed to the Bone Beach in the southernmost part of Beiju Luzhou, "We want to build a long bridge between Piyun Mountain and Bone Beach between the two continents. How do you think it should be built?"
Song He smiled and said: "It depends on the money from the gods."
Cui Han nodded, but then asked: "Where does the real source of fairy money come from?"
Song He glanced across the scroll and looked at the continent further south than Aquarius Continent, "Tongye Continent destined to be fragmented?"
Cui Chang neither nodded in approval nor shook his head in denial, but simply asked: "At the root, how do you make money and spend it?"
Song He shook his head, the problem was too big.
Cui Chan said: "I have figured out how to make money in order to know how to spend it. Otherwise, what is the point of staying in the Dali treasury? How can each family's gold and silver mountains be used as food? This is how the Song family of Dali used one
It is an act of self-rescue after the continent becomes the territory of a country.”
Cui Zhang raised his sleeves and pointed at Beiju Luzhou and Tongyezhou at the north and south ends of Dongbaopingzhou at the same time, and gave his answer, "How to make money from Beiju Luzhou according to the rules is to how to make money in a reasonable way.
Repairing the broken mountains and rivers of Tongyezhou, Dali seems to be making no money, but in fact it has been accumulating national strength. At the same time, it has been recognized by the Confucian Confucian Temple. It is not me Cui Chan, or your emperor Song He will be a human being.
, but our Dali national policy, which is truly in line with Confucian etiquette and rules, has become the general trend. As a result, you Song He and I, Cui Yi, have done something that makes some people unhappy, even if the other party still has the ability to make it so
You, me and Dali are not happy. There are saints in the Confucian Temple who look on with cold eyes, so as to teach them that they will be hit by the board as soon as they stretch out their hands."
Cui Chan put away his hands and turned to stare at Song He. The embroidered tiger looked slightly cold, "I'm talking to your majesty. This doesn't mean that your majesty is already more wise and powerful than the late emperor. It just means that your majesty is more lucky. The emperor should
It's a little later, and the seat of the dragon chair is higher, but there is no need for Your Majesty to be angry. The previous merits and demerits are all the late emperor's. The future merits and demerits should only belong to Your Majesty. Your Majesty governs the country without having to deal with someone who is dead.
If you don't understand this clearly, I think what I said to Your Majesty today was too early."
Song He bowed and said: "Sir, students should remember your teachings."
Cui Chan said: "Erase some traces of the former emperor's rule of the country. The former emperor is dead and the new emperor ascends the throne. What's the difficulty? Old foxes like Guan Shangshu will only laugh at you for being a stingy emperor. In fact, you don't need to say more, Song He.
If you do more and wait for a few more years, the civil servants and generals, old and young, will naturally become so smart that no one can see the clues. When he became the emperor of the Song Dynasty in Dali, he aspired to a land with seas in all directions.
It is already an unprecedented move in the world, and it is time to show some imperial bearing to match it. When the day comes when the old ministers of the former court, without me, Cui Chan, are sitting in the small court meeting, they will still be loyal to you and in awe.
, that is your true ability, Song He. If one day, I, Cui Chan, sit down and dare not regard you as a student anymore, then Song He will be truly the emperor of the ages."
Cui Chan continued: "Of course these two things are difficult, but your majesty can give it a try. It is difficult to predict the emperor's character. It is all skills. It cannot be eliminated, but it cannot be the master. Even if the Song family's kingdom is eventually cut off, every day
When the history of later generations is written, Song He is still the most colorful one.
, I can’t get around it even if I want to, it’s either the most praised or the most scolded.”
Finally, Cui Chan said with a smile: "Tell your Majesty some of the plans for the two continents and the existing chess pieces. Your Majesty is your Majesty after all, and the national advisor will only be the national advisor."
After a bad boxing training session, Pei Qian was carried back to the first floor by Chen Ruchu. For the first time, he got three days of rest, and the most important thing was that he didn't count the day and night when he lay in bed unable to move.
I happened to hear that Wei Bo was about to hold the third night banquet of the gods, which made Pei Qian, who had finished copying the book, very happy.
Zhu Lian said that this was called not having to pay attention to the roof for three days.
Pei Qian was in a good mood and did not argue with the old cook.
Besides, at the end of the letter sent home to Luo Lo Mountain, Master formally agreed to promote Zhou Mili as the Right Protector of Luo Lo Mountain. After reading the letter seventeen or eight times, Pei Qian went back to the second floor to practice boxing for the first time.
At that time, he held his chest high, stepped on the steps of the bamboo building, and shouted loudly that Old Man Cui should hurry up and open the door to feed his fists, so as not to get confused.
At that time, when I saw Chen Lingjun on the first floor, I felt that Pei Qian had been beaten silly or had gone crazy.
At this moment, in Zhu Lian's courtyard, Wei Bo was playing chess with Zheng Dafeng.
Chen Ruchu nibbled the melon seeds lightly.
Chen Lingjun bet that Zheng Dafeng would win, so he placed a large amount of snow money next to the Dafeng brothers' chess pot. As a result, Zhu Lian kept mumbling there, saying that Wei Bo was now a god in the Yupu realm.
With his chess skills soaring, Wei Bo should have a better chance of winning. As a result, Chen Lingjun looked at the trend of the chess game and put another small summer coin into Wei Bo's chess jar.
Pei Qian took Zhou Mili, who was carrying a hiking pole, and the two of them flew around the stone table in circles.
Pei Qian swaggered, swinging his arms in the air, shouting "choking, dong, choking, banging, banging, banging, banging, banging... We are setting up a banquet at the head of the village again, from the beginning to the end of the village.
…The Liu family’s gold, the Li family’s silver, and the Han family’s copper coins all came to sleep in my pocket.”
Wei Bo put his elbows on the table and lightly poked his eyebrows with his fingers.
Once you get on the pirate ship, it will be difficult to think about it again.
Anyway, his reputation as the righteous god of Beiyue has been completely ruined.
Zheng Dafeng said angrily: "You lose money, if you keep arguing like this, I will lose the chess game, and brother Lingjun will lose money, so you have to pay for it!"
Pei Qian ran as fast as he could and kept walking, "What should I pay? You seem to be a bastard."
Pei Qian continued to sing her country ballad.
Zhou Mili ran after Pei Qian and asked in confusion: "Where is this song? I haven't heard it before."
Pei Qian stopped and crossed his hands across his chest, "It's lyrics and music from my hometown. Unfortunately, it was written so well that it didn't spread."
Zhou Mili always felt that what Pei Qian said didn't make sense, so he held his hiking pole in both hands, frowned, and fell into deep thought.
Zhu Lian waited until he got the letter from Cui Dongshan, and then had to wait for Lu Baixiang to come to Luopo Mountain. After attending Wei Bo's night banquet together, he would go with Liu Chongrun on Zhuchai Island to find the water palace dragon boat.
Different from Chen Ping'an's explanation in the letter, after Zhu Lian received Cui Dongshan's reply in the letter, he did not need to worry about the Great Li cavalry and spies. He, Cui Dongshan, would handle it properly. He should have brought the subjugated princess with him.
Go to her hometown.
However, Zhu Lian still told Liu Chongrun that there were many dangers in this matter, and it would be better not to do anything, otherwise it might be a big disaster. Anyway, Zhu Lian was making alarmist remarks to scare people.
As a result, Liu Chongrun weighed the pros and cons, and after careful consideration, gritted his teeth and decided not to touch the water palace dragon boat. Zhu Lian then left Liu Chongrun alone for a few days, then wandered to the back of the fish, smiled and said that things had changed, and they were in despair.
Decided to take an extra risk, so both parties can actually give it a try, but the split between the two parties can no longer be 50-50, and Luo Luo Shan must take an additional 20%.
Six points.
In fact, Zhu Lian would not seriously ask for the extra 10% of the income. When he and Lu Baixiang accompanied Liu Chongrun to go treasure hunting, he had his own reasons, saying that the owner of Luoluo Mountain, who was traveling far away, had replied to the letter and told him
He, Zhu Lian, must follow the original plan and split the money 50-50.
At that point, everything seems to be business as usual, so go back to where you were.
Of course it was not Zhu Lian who was busy in a big circle.
Wait until Piyun Mountain officially holds a night tour banquet.
Neither Pei Qian nor Zhou Mili attended the night banquet. Pei Qian was busy copying more books so as not to owe too much credit for practicing boxing.
It's strange that even Chen Lingjun didn't join in the fun this time.
On the other hand, his brother Yujiang Water God made a special trip to Luopo Mountain afterwards to ask why Chen Lingjun didn't show up.
After that, Zhu Lian and Lu Baixiang went down the mountain to do business. Liu Chongrun, who was traveling with him, was worried, feeling that the future was uncertain and that good and bad fortunes depended on each other. After all, they were digging for treasure under the nose of the Dali cavalry.
Lu Baixiang's two disciples, Yuanbao Yuanlai and his brother and sister, stayed on Luolu Mountain.
The two of them were able to chat fairly well with Cen Yuanji, who was taken up the mountain by Zhu Lian.
Three days of fun and play outside the bamboo house.
After three days, the boxing practice in the bamboo building was completely different.
Zhou Mili carried the hiking pole and guarded the path from the mansion to the Bamboo House, not allowing any outsiders to visit the Bamboo House.
This was given by Zhu Lian, the chief steward. Zhou Mili did not dare to leave his post without permission. However, as long as Chen Ruchu finished his work, he would come over to eat melon seeds and eat cakes with Zhou Mili. When did it come time to do something, Chen Ruchu
Leave again.
Zhou Mili squatted on the spot where Pei Qian had drawn a circle for her.
At first, Zhou Mili felt aggrieved. She felt that the circle drawn by Pei Qian was too small, which seemed that the territory of her right protector of Luo Luoshan was not large enough.
Pei Qian asked her whether the door gods posted on the door in Qilong Lane at the foot of the mountain could be as big as the circle under her feet on such a small piece of paper? Will those door gods complain? Pei Qian asked her
Finally, he asked with a straight face, Zhou Mili, are you, the Right Protector, a bit cocky?
Zhou Mili quickly shook his head vigorously.
Zhou Mili squatted alone in the circle, moving around the circle little by little along the non-existent boundary.
Every time the little girl in black carrying a hiking pole took one or two steps around, far behind her, there would be a little lotus flower leaping out of the soil and trotting along with her.
Second floor of Bamboo House.
Cui Cheng stepped on Pei Qian's forehead, twisted it hard, lowered his head and asked, "Before today's boxing practice, you little loser dared to ask me when my boxing practice will end."
Cui Cheng kicked Pei Qian on the temple, turned to look at the girl huddled against the wall, "You first go to the dead end of the dead end road."
His body slowly stretched out. Pei Qian, who had just saved an extra breath for himself, his face covered with blood, staggered to his feet, opened his mouth wide, tilted his head, stretched out two fingers, and shook a tooth.
, and then pull it hard to pull it off.
She carefully put away the bloody tooth and hid it in her sleeve. Master once said that every child will grow up. During this period, the fallen tooth must be thrown on the top of the bed to make a promise.
My wish is for peace and quiet.
Pei Qian bent down, made fists with both hands, gently clenched and unclenched them, and stared at Cui Cheng.
I saw her tiptoeing to the ground, her figure soaring into the air, and one foot heavily stepping on the wall of the bamboo building behind her. Her body was like an arrow, and she suddenly fell midway, her ankles twisted, she slipped a few steps, deviated from the straight line, and used her iron cavalry to cut into the formation.
With his fists wide open, he raised a punch and delivered a punch to Cui Cheng in the God-man-beating-drums style.
Pei Qian may not know that the Shenren drumming style was the least boxing stance used by his master when confronting Cui Cheng.
Because I know it is most useless.
But Pei Qian was just the opposite. This punch was the most punch she had ever thrown at the old man.
Again and again, with no success, he punches again and again.
The old man punched Pei Qian on the head. He didn't expect that the moment Pei Qian's body flew backwards, he kicked him out hard.
Obviously from the beginning, I had the idea that if you punch me, I will kick you.
Unfortunately, Cui Cheng grabbed his ankle with one hand, raised it high, and hit the ground hard. The beating made Pei Qian curl up again, and his breathing was even faster and slower in an instant, changing rapidly, completely natural.
Cui Cheng sneered and said: "You are a little loser who is not even as good as Chen Ping'an. If I were that big loser, I would despise you for eating more food. It is a waste of Luo Luoshan's family wealth! Even you want to take advantage of it.
A piece of my clothes? Do you think I am that Cen Yuanji who seems to be sleeping while practicing boxing? Come again? Don’t pretend to be dead, if you get even the slightest bit on my clothes, I will take your surname from now on."
Pei Qian hit the ground hard with his elbow, and his body flew into the air. He stood still and said intermittently and vaguely: "You don't need to take my last name... just take my master's last name... I have to wait and see if my master agrees."
Cui Cheng came to Pei Qian in one step, put one hand behind his back, and held the door in front of Pei Qian with five fingers of the other hand. He took another step and knocked Pei Qian's whole body against the wall.
The latter's hands and feet drooped together.
Cui Cheng let go of his hand, and Pei Qian sat slumped on the ground, leaning against the wall, with a large smear of blood sliding on the wall above his head.
Cui Cheng sneered and said: "That's why Chen Ping'an, a trash like you who is afraid of death and greedy for life, raises a trash like you who is greedy for life and afraid of death. You two, master and disciple, should hide in Mud Bottle Alley for the rest of your life, picking up chicken and dog excrement every day."
!Chen Ping'an is so blind that he chose you Pei Qian to be the great disciple of that bullshit founder. The poor guy who is destined to hide behind him for the rest of his life is worthy of being a 'disciple' to talk about 'kaishan'?"
Pei Qian moved his fingers slightly, finally raised his head with difficulty, and moved his lips slightly.
As a result, the old man stepped on his forehead, bent down and turned his head, "Little waste, what are you talking about? I beg you to speak louder! Are you saying that I am right? You and Chen Ping'an should stay together forever.
Dealing with chicken and dog excrement in Mud Bottle Lane?! Why, you used a hiking pole to pick up the chicken and dog excrement, and then asked Chen Pingan to get a dustpan to put it in? This is the best, and you don’t have to practice boxing for too long. Wait until Chen Pingan
Go back to Luopo Mountain, you master and disciple, you two losers, go and stay over there in Mud Bottle Alley."
Pei Qian, who was sitting on the ground, slowly raised his hand and slowly punched Cui Cheng's foot.
The old man retracted his foot, and after the punch failed, he changed his foot and stepped heavily on Pei Qian's head.
After a while, Pei Qian changed his hand and raised his arm to punch.
The old man took a few steps back and said, "With this ability, it seems that you can go to Fulu Street or Taoye Lane with that good-for-nothing Chen Ping'an to make money by shining the boots of those rich men. Chen Ping'an will
After someone has wiped his boots, you, as a disciple, can smile, bow, and shout a welcome to the master when he comes back."
Pei Qian pressed her hands and back against the wall, inch by inch, and slowly stood up. She tried her best to open her eyes and opened her mouth, but in the end no sound came out.
The old man smiled, knowing what the little guy was scolding him for.
Pei Qian lowered her head and bent over, breathing lightly. Her vision was blurred, and she could no longer see anything clearly.
The old man turned around and walked to the bamboo door, turned around and said with a smile: "I will open the door right now, and you can write a letter to Chen Ping'an, saying that as a disciple, you can finally share the worries of the master. I thought of a master and disciple."
Any good ideas to make money? Anyway, Chen Ping'an was born in a poor family, and he became a disciple with no promise like you. What can he do to earn such lowly money and return to poverty? I don't think so!"
In the blink of an eye.
Cui Cheng stopped and narrowed his eyes.
Pei Qian, who had almost fainted, subconsciously opened his eyes wide, swayed and took a step forward. The next time his body swayed even more, and after a few steps, Pei Qian disappeared.
He swept forward with a single step, stopped suddenly, jumped up high, swooped over, and punched Cui Cheng on the head.
Just like in the small town back then, there was a boy in straw sandals, flying over the stream like an eagle.
Cui Cheng hesitated for a moment, but still deflected his shoulder and avoided Pei Qian's punch. However, the old man did not punch this time. He just turned his head and looked at the little girl squatting on the ground near the door, unconscious.
Maybe she was blocking the way, preventing Cui Cheng from opening the door?
Cui Cheng came to the little girl, sat down cross-legged, reached out and gently pressed her bloody little head, nodded and smiled: "Very good."