Eight hundred and sixtieth chapters what is in the mountains
In the lonely mountains.
The weather is refreshing, and in the courtyard of a house, there is almost no place to stay. Large eyeless sieves made of bamboo and large wicker dustpans are all filled with dried red peppers, which are bright red.
In the corridor under the eaves, Zhu Lian was lying on a lounge chair, closing his eyes to relax and shaking his cattail leaf fan gently.
Cen Yuanji finished walking along the mountain path today and came here to sit for a while.
She liked chatting with Mr. Zhu, not only because Zhu Lian took her up the mountain and led her on the road to martial arts. On Luolu Mountain, Cen Yuanji also regarded Mr. Zhu as his only relative and elder.
The old gentleman would often advise her to go down the mountain more often and go back to her home in Zhoucheng to see her parents, saying that even if she was urged to get married, she should not be impatient, let alone use Luolu Mountain as a place to hide and be quiet.
There are some things that cannot be avoided. Even if you can avoid the current troubles, you cannot avoid the regrets in the future.
The most futile effort in life is nothing more than regret.
A wanderer in a foreign land is like a wandering paper kite. Only the longing in his heart becomes the thread. If a person has no nostalgia for his family and hometown, he has really become a paper kite with a broken thread. Then all the joys and sorrows are the thread.
The old man said that Cen Yuanji was lucky because he was so close to his hometown. It was only a few steps back home. However, being close also brought worries about being close.
The reason why Cen Yuanji likes to have heart-to-heart conversations with Mr. Zhu is probably because the old man talks things out rationally and never puts on the airs of his elders. He must make sure that the younger generation listens to the truth right away.
Zhu Lianxiao asked: "Yuanji, how many punches have you accumulated over the years?"
Cen Yuanji replied: "As of the beginning of spring this year, we have reached two million punches, and we have stopped counting since then."
Zhu Lian asked again: "Why don't you count? Do you think it's boring to remember this, or do you suddenly forget it one day and then you are too lazy to count?"
Cen Yuanji said honestly: "Remember this deliberately, it is easy to get distracted when practicing boxing. It seems that practicing boxing is just for numbers."
Zhu Lian nodded, "Very good. Young master once told me privately that when Miss Cen doesn't deliberately remember the number of punches, that's when her boxing skills come into play."
Cen Yuanji said: "Shanzhu's talent in boxing is indeed much better than mine."
She had to hold her nose and admit it.
Zhu Lian asked: "What else?"
Cen Yuanji shook his head honestly and said: "No more."
Zhu Lian laughed and said: "People, they all like the people they like and hate the people they hate."
It's a convoluted statement.
But Cen Yuanji is not stupid and can understand clearly.
Cen Yuanji explained: "I don't hate Shanzhu Chen. He is quite good, but his first impression was a bit bad and I really didn't like him. Later on in the mountain, I didn't pay much attention to Shanzhu. In fact, I didn't like him very much.
I know what to say when we meet."
"understand."
Zhu Lian nodded, "Yuanji, to be honest, the young master has always been very optimistic about your boxing skills. If I didn't know that you wouldn't agree, I would be worried that you would think too much about it, and the young master would want it."
I accept you as my direct disciple, um, just like that Zhao Shuxia. The young master’s optimism is not because he thinks you or Zhao Shuxia will have high martial arts achievements in the future, but because he just thinks that the martial arts on Luolu Mountain are pure
There are two types, one based on the boxing technique and the other based on the heart. The former is about fisting the body, understanding the principles of boxing, and mastering the boxing technique very quickly. The latter is relatively inconspicuous, perseveres, and does not care about other people's opinions and sights."
Cen Yuanji was a little surprised and hummed slightly, "The mountain master's idea is quite good."
Cen Yuanji sat behind a bamboo chair beside the corridor, and the cattail leaf fan in Zhu Lian's hand shook a little more.
Zhu Lian murmured with a smile: "The willows in the post are yellow, the streams are green, people are like green mountains, and the heart is like water. The green mountains stand as straight as strings, but there are still ins and outs. Life is isolated and absent-minded, how sad it is."
Cen Yuanji felt a little sad just listening to it.
Zhu Lian turned around and smiled: "Yuan Bao likes Cao Qinglang, right?"
Cen Yuanji suppressed laughter and nodded: "She likes Cao Qinglang very much, but she doesn't know how to say it. Anyway, every time Cao Qinglang is looking at the door and reading a book, Yuanbao will deliberately speed up his pace and hurriedly turn around to climb the mountain to practice boxing."
Zhu Lian continued: "So that boy Yuan Lai secretly likes you, do you secretly know that?"
Cen Yuanji blushed slightly, "I know, I know, but I don't like him."
Zhu Lian put down his cattail leaf fan and said softly: "It is difficult for those who watch the sea to be embarrassed by the water, and it is difficult for those who are infatuated to be sentimental."
"The pain and joy of love between a man and a woman is just that the person you love becomes the person you remember, or the person you love becomes the person you sleep with."
As for Cen Yuanji, even if the words are the same, they have completely different meanings when spoken by Mr. Zhu and Zheng Dafeng.
One is a kind old man who has experienced many vicissitudes of life, and the other is a dirty child who can't control his eyes. Fortunately, Zheng Dafeng is still evil-hearted but not courageous, and he never treats her rudely.
Cen Yuanji suddenly said: "The mountain master is going on a long trip again."
Zhu Lian snorted and said slowly: "If one person is busy, the world will be free."
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There are more and more people working as shopkeepers in the two shops in Qilong Lane.
Shi Rou, the acting shopkeeper of the New Year's Shop, and Zhou Junchen, nicknamed Ah Man, had a white-haired boy named Kong Hou not long ago.
The acting shopkeeper of the Caotou shop next door is the blind old Taoist priest Jia Sheng, an old immortal from the Longmen Realm. In addition to a pair of masters and apprentices, Zhao Denggao and Tian Jiuer, there is also a girl named Cui Huahua, who claims to be Cui Dongshan's sister.
, almost made Chen Lingjun laugh to death.
Chen Lingjun finished chatting with Brother Bai at the pavilion today, then wandered all the way to the small town, walked into the New Year's Eve shop with great swagger, and greeted with a big smile: "Old girl Honghou!"
Kong Hou, who was nicknamed "old girl" by Chen Lingjun, was the Taoist priest who had ascended to the realm of being transformed into an alien demon with a childlike appearance, and was the Taoist priest of Wu Shuangjiang who was expelled from the palace at the age of one.
For the time being, the white-haired boy is still a disciple of the outer sect of Luopo Mountain, helping out as a handyman in the shop here.
It gave itself a pseudonym, called Konghou.
But how could Chen Lingjun know what kind of status this young, white-haired short winter melon was in, what his background was, and who his backers were.
I only know that it was a little girl's film that my master picked up on his travels. Chen Lingjun had his own little plans. Pei Qian and Xiao Mili were not in a good state when they were brought back to the town by their master.
At this moment, the white-haired boy had his back to Chen Lingjun and was chewing a piece of pastry in his mouth. He held two pieces in each hand and stared at a large piece of cake.
Busy now.
I have no time to pay attention to the kid in green who is making noises.
Ah Ma looked at the white-haired boy who was only slightly better than a thief. The child was quite resentful and was no longer a mute. "Eat, eat, eat, you know how to keep accounts and keep accounts. That's all she can do."
When will the salary be able to make up for the hole? The owner of the mountain is only rich but not grand. He likes to come here every once in a while to check the accounts. In the end, it is not as hard as our shopkeeper."
Ah Ma was still angry, "It still makes a noise while eating, but it doesn't make a sound when eating. It's considered a skill."
Sister Shi Rou got up early every day and worked hard to earn some money. Originally it could be turned into a lot of scraps of silver, but in the end, a heartless person came and it became a debt figure on the account book.
Besides, this little girl seems to have something wrong with her brain. She often runs in circles in the backyard by herself, raising her arms and shouting something like "Ancestor Yin Guan, powerful in the world, martial arts unparalleled", "Ancestor Yin Guan,... Unparalleled in handsomeness and invincible in swordsmanship"...
Ah Man had long wanted to take her to see a doctor.
The white-haired boy heard the little mute's complaint. Instead of turning a deaf ear, he deliberately shook his head.
Ah Ma was so angry that he wanted to argue with her. If he hadn't seen her as a little girl, he would have punched her... and would have to pay for the medicine.
Shi Rou smiled and said: "We are all our own people, why do we care about these things?"
When Chen Lingjun heard that this little mute dared to make irresponsible remarks to his master, he was so angry that he put his hands on his hips and glared: "Zhou Junchen, be careful what you say. I know your master and have been with her for a lifetime. Your master And you know all the butchers in the town, so you can weigh it yourself."
Ah Man chuckled: "You know my master? I also know my master's master. What happened if I said something carelessly? Are you going to hit me?"
Apart from anything else, there is one thing about Luopo Mountain that is the best. Realm and all, it doesn't matter at all.
Shi Rou touched the child's head and said softly: "Don't say angry words in the family."
In fact, up and down the Luolu Mountain, Shi Rou was not afraid of anyone. The only person he was afraid of was Cui Dongshan. He was really capable of saying all kinds of weird and damaging things, such as... walking a bird.
But that was something I couldn't bear to look back on. Things have gotten much better over the years, especially when the mountain master is in his hometown, Cui Dongshan always smiles at everyone.
Cui Dongshan brought his younger sister Cui Huahua back last time, and also gave Shi Rou a sandalwood comb with a three-character inscription, Missing Beauty.
Ah Ma stepped on the small stool and lay on the counter. He stretched out a hand with a straight face and said to Chen Lingjun: "Don't lie to me. If you can, help her pay off her debt. Then you can eat as much as you like, whether you like it or not." Yes, I'll make it myself. If you think it doesn't taste good, you can scold me no matter what."
Chen Lingjun raised his sleeves and said, "Damn it, Uncle Chen has been through a lot of ups and downs in his life. Several baskets are not full, but he doesn't care to talk about it. The only thing he has never had trouble with is money. Tell me, how much money?!" "
The white-haired boy turned his head, his cheeks bulging, and said vaguely: "No, it's just a debt, but it doesn't mean I won't pay it back. It's better to owe someone money than a favor."
Chen Lingjun came to the white-haired boy. If the big white goose hadn't revealed the secret, he wouldn't have been able to tell that it was a little girl.
The little girl’s name was not Zhilan before.
Then Chen Lingjun became unhappy, and after some hard talking, he asked her to change her name to Konghou.
"Old girl, please listen to Brother Chen's advice. When choosing a name for a little girl, it's best not to have a cursive character in it."
In the past years, when the palace was removed from the palace, the female official was naturally named Feng Shou.
Her most beloved thing is a harp, in the shape of a dragon and a phoenix, with golden tassels and green algae.
The white-haired boy's cheeks were bulging and he said vaguely: "Don't say it, old girl, old girl. It sounds very unpleasant. Please change your words quickly."
Chen Lingjun was puzzled: "But you didn't take the lead. Let me call you brother. I really can't say it out loud."
The white-haired boy said angrily: "Go aside."
Chen Lingjun had no choice but to go to the shop next door to meet Brother Jia for a drink.
Brother Jia is full of theories in the world, and he can say that those who follow the trend of the crowd will only spread it in the face of dignity.
Since ancient times, people have been so busy that they need to take some time off from their busy schedules. He also said that he was once a handsome and elegant man, but it was a pity that he lived a dissolute life at an early age and did not know that the world would be difficult.
Isn't this much more elegant than the gossips of those old women and bachelors?
Hello brothers, one is familiar with the family and the other is familiar with the road. Soon they set up a wine shop and sat down to drink together. Today, Chen Lingjun brought two jars of good wine. Jia Lao Shenxian took a sip and shuddered. Good wine, good wine.
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Chen Lingjun sat cross-legged on the bench and chuckled, "I'm shaking after drinking."
The old god wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb, "Three is the right number."
The old man and the young man laughed and drank.
Jia Sheng comes from a small central vassal country, a place called Bozhou. He said that his hometown has been a wine country since ancient times, and a sparrow can drink two taels.
So much so that now even the little mute next door has learned to curse, and is no better than a Bozhou sparrow.
Chen Lingjun suddenly frowned, put down his wine bowl, and said in his heart: "A few people of high standing have come to Qilong Lane. Brother Jia, please go to the backyard first. If you are sure that they are not causing trouble, you can come out to entertain the guests."
The blind old Taoist smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, let me wait for a while..."
Chen Lingjun said: "At least three Nascent Soul realms."
The old Taoist stood up immediately and said, "I will take Jiu'er and Peanut to stay in the backyard, and then I will inform the leader secretly."
Chen Lingjun nodded, put on his boots, and walked to the door of the shop alone, reminding Shi Rou from his heart to take it easy, take care of Kong Hou and Ah Ma, and don't show up no matter what happens next.
The three guests, two men and one woman, were all unfamiliar faces.
A young-looking man with an elegant demeanor. A stocky man with an ancient look, carrying a heavy cotton parcel slung across his body.
There was also a tall woman, not exactly beautiful, but with a dashing appearance. She had a long knife with a poplar handle hanging from her waist.
The three of them walked down from the top of Qilong Lane, and the woman said in her heart: "This place is indeed rich in water transport and rich in dragon energy, which is unusual. No wonder the master would stay here in the first place."
On the territory of Longzhou, in addition to the extremely high-grade Tiefu River, there are also the confluence of the Chongdan, Yuye and Xiuhua rivers over Hongzhu Town.
It's just that now Yang Hua, the water god of the Tiefu River, has moved to Dadu to serve.
The young man smiled and said: "Fellow Taoist Lingjun."
Chen Lingjun asked in confusion: "Who are you?"
The young man reached out and wiped it on his face, removing the mask and revealing his "true face" in this small town.
Chen Lingjun smiled and said: "It turns out to be Old Master Chen, long time no see."
I know the other person, but I haven't interacted with him much.
The other party had previously served as a tutor for a period of time in the school opened by the Chen family in Longwei Xi. It was said that he was an old drunkard who was addicted to alcohol. He soon went out to travel. Because his reputation was not outstanding, his teaching ability was also limited.
Sloppy, no one at the school cares.
Because Pei Qian had gone to school when he was a child, Chen Lingjun was worried, so he secretly went over there and squatted on the wall. He looked at the old master a few times, and it seemed that his name was Chen Zhenrong. He heard from Big White Goose that this foreigner old gentleman came from Nanbo Suozhou and had the same relationship with the saint.
Ruan Qiong has a good relationship.
The two people beside the old master began to introduce themselves. The man called himself Luoshan Muke, and his Taoist name was rosin.
The woman smiled sincerely and said cheerfully: "My name is Qin Buyi, and I am a native of Jinlong County, Zhongtu."
Chen Lingjun's brain ached when he heard this. What a fool, what a fool. He was so confused by Uncle Chen, wasn't he? It would be great if the master was here, he couldn't answer the question at all.
Having an idea, Chen Lingjun shouted: "Brother Jia, we have a distinguished guest in the shop."
The blind old Taoist immediately rushed out and entertained the guests hospitably. There happened to be a wine table, and both Jia Lao Shenxian and Chen Ling were sitting on the same bench.
Except for the Luoyang wooden guest who was not good at talking and drank a lot, the other two, Old Master Chen and Qin Buyi, were both cheerful people who spoke freely and said whatever they wanted. The old god Jia was thinking about it in his mind while toasting with a smile on his face.
I soon made up my mind. It turned out that the dull man with the name of rosin had just traveled here and planned to visit the Baofu Zhai in Niujiao Mountain. And Qin Buyi heard that there were many pure martial artists here in Luolu Mountain, and there was also a martial artist.
Grandmaster Ping didn't come here to ask for advice or discuss, she was just very interested and wanted to see if she could go for a walk in the mountains.
Immortal Jia said that it was not difficult, but that he had to say hello to Luopo Mountain in advance. He also praised his mountain top for its beautiful scenery and lush greenery. The weathering was extremely beautiful and Confucianism was at its peak. But he did not dare to say the best word.
, to avoid the suspicion of Wang Po selling melons.
Qin Busuo smiled and asked, "Shopkeeper Jia, may I ask who your mountain master is."
Jia Sheng took a sip of wine and said with a smile: "When it comes to our mountain master, he is extremely humble. He is kind-hearted and gentle in his words, and his actions are fair and peaceful."
The old master, whose real name is actually Chen Rong, burst into laughter.
This can be considered an unattainable compliment.
Qin Busuo smiled and asked, "Does Master Jia highly admire Mr. Nanfeng?"
Chen Lingjun was confused when he heard this.
Jia Sheng put down his wine bowl, stroked his beard and smiled, "No, it's actually the owner of my mountain. He likes Old Master Zeng's articles very much. He often advises me to read more, especially Mr. Nan Feng's prose, which is full of eloquence.
Tao Lai is rigorously organized, elegant and meaningful. At first glance, it seems to be inconspicuous, but in fact it has endless aftertaste."
Qin Buyi smiled and said: "I never thought that your Mr. Chen Shanzhu would only be in love with Mr. Nanfeng's articles. It's really unexpected."
Compared with Bai Ye, Su Zi and Liu Qi, Master Zeng's prose is indeed not as well-known throughout the world.
Immortal Jia immediately explained with a smile: "It's not considered 'dudu', but in relative terms. My mountain master, who is a scholar, actually highly recommends the phrase 'opening the book is beneficial'. The mountain master once told me with a smile, just
Because my family was poor when I was young, I was unable to go to school, so during my subsequent spiritual practice, I often traveled far away from home, just to make up for my study debt."
Qin Buyi and the man who called himself Luoshan Muke looked at each other and smiled.
It was a banquet with a lot of fun. Chen Rong, who was born in the Chen family of Nanbosu Island, took his two friends to find an inn to stay first, and then went back to wait for the news from Luopo Mountain.
Chen Lingjun would feel frightened whenever he saw a stranger.
Fortunately, I still have the most reliable brother Jia, who is always welcome outside the wine table.
In the early years, Wei Xian and Lu Baixiang passed by Qilong Lane and sat here for a while. Brother Jia was stunned when he met Wei Xian. Later, when Pei Qian revealed the secret, he realized that it was a big joke.
What kind of drinking capacity does Wei Xian's so-called "massive amount" mean?
We walked all the way to the end of Qilong Lane and when returning to the shop, Chen Lingjun jumped up and patted Brother Jia on the shoulder, "It was a good chat."
Immortal Jia stroked his beard and smiled, "When it comes to dealing with people, to be honest, I dare not say that someone with half the mountain master's skill, 20% or 30%, still has it after all."
Zhang Lu Changming, who was dressed in a snow-white robe, slowly walked down the steps of Qilong Lane and stopped at the door, with a smile on her face.
This girl smiles with her eyes narrowed all the year round, but no one thinks she is easy to talk to. Even the fearless Ah Ma from the shop next door stopped eating when she met Changshou and behaved like a little mute.
Unexpectedly, the smile on Jin'er Changsheng's face revealed a hint of sincerity. The flattered Immortal Jia did not dare to get carried away. He immediately bowed his head and bent towards the door, shook his hands slightly a few times, and then slipped away.
Then he turned sideways, spread out his hands, and said with a bright smile: "In the palm of your hand, please, please."
Changming leaned against the door, nodded to the blind old Taoist, and then said to Chen Lingjun: "Most of the people in this group are here for you."
As if struck by lightning, Chen Lingjun stomped his feet, threw down his sleeves, and wailed: "What kind of evil has happened to you! It can't be done. I messed with whoever I provoked. I am kind to others every day, and even the ants on the roadside don't dare to step on me."
Ah Ma, who was sitting at the door of the shop next door, stood up, came here, crossed his arms across his chest, and asked, "Do you want me to tell Pei Qian?"
Chen Lingjun's eyes turned rapidly. Looking for Pei Qian, it worked, but the problem was that Pei Qian liked to keep accounts the most.
You can't be too strict as a person, right?
Changming chewed melon seeds and said with a smile: "If someone comes to you, can't it be a good thing?"
Chen Lingjun coughed and waved his hand towards Ah Man, "Go, go, kid, don't interfere with adults' affairs."
Ah Ma shook his head, turned around and left.
Chen Lingjun added, "Thank you for your kindness. Next time you go to my brother Li Jin's shop to buy books, just give me my name."
Of course there is no point in saying his name. After all, there is no discount even if you say your own name.
But he could secretly take a trip to Red Candle Town, advance the book money first, treat it as an advance payment to the bookstore, and then let Li Jin pretend to be a discount when the little mute is carrying a sack to buy books.
You, the Chongdan River Water God, shouldn’t be embarrassed by such a trivial matter, right?
If you really don't give me this little face, how can you survive in the world? Ah? Do you want Uncle Chen to teach you?
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Dali Capital, Tongtuofang.
An old gentleman in shabby clothes was squatting in an alley and had just finished playing a game of chess with someone.
The other party was playing chess to make money, while the old man was acting like the God of Wealth, giving away money.
It takes too long to play a game of Go, so the alley is almost full of chess. Some are playing chess based on their real skills to win money, and more are playing old tricks to trick people.
The old gentleman stood up, kneaded his wrists, jumped twice, and muttered something that made me want to get serious next time.
I'm so angry. Not only did I lose money, but I was also scolded as a bad chess player by a few old men on the side who liked to give advice.
The person who squatted there and won a lot of money was a young man with a sly smile, short stature, and a bit crooked appearance. At this moment, the man was only worried that the poor old gentleman didn't have enough money in his pocket.
The old gentleman squatted down again and took a deep breath, but after one game, he had to pay for the bill again.
This old gentleman's chess skills are really... It's hard to put it into words. His ability to regret chess is better than to play chess.
Almost every three or five steps he took, he would yell at me to regret my move. Alas? Why did I put it in the wrong place? I am getting older and my eyesight is not good enough.
Later, young men became accustomed to it. As soon as the old man raised his head, he knew that a discussion was needed. It was easy anyway, there were no regrets, and there was no need to discuss.
Fortunately, I was quite happy when I gave the money, and I was willing to admit defeat. My chess skills were poor, my chess quality was low, and the gambling products were just okay.
The old man still seemed a little unconvinced, "If my students are here, I can't lose the custody."
The young man smiled and said: "Old sir, just call the students, and the betting jackpot can go up."
The old gentleman scratched his beard and sighed: "Isn't it because I can't shout?"
The young man joked casually: "The old gentleman is still a teacher with many talents all over the world?"
It looks very poor. An old and shriveled money bag made of cotton is getting thinner and thinner now. After removing the copper coins, it will definitely not be able to contain a few grains of silver.
The old gentleman smiled and said: "There are not many students, but all of them are talented. The students are better than the students."
The young man asked with a smile: "Is it possible that among the old gentleman's most famous disciples, there are some who have been awarded the title of Jinshi or the Master of Juren?"
What a tricky question.
The old scholar was speechless for a moment.
For the two generations of master and apprentice, the only weakness was the imperial examination.
It seems that apart from his reputation as a scholar, there is nothing else.
Fortunately, among his disciples, Cao Qinglang emerged. He is such a good young man. I am very fortunate.
I saw the old gentleman shaking his head.
The heat and hope in the man's eyes were fleeting.
I thought I had met an old man from the officialdom of Dali who looked like a wandering cloud and wild crane.
The man who won money playing chess was so easy to win that when the old man regretted his move or hesitated, the young man leaned against the wall and took out a well-engraved book from his arms.
I spent my time flipping through a few pages of the book, but I already knew the content by heart.
The old scholar smiled and asked: "Did I come to Beijing to take the exam?"
The man shook his head, "Not yet. I came to the capital to attend the Autumn Festival. My ancestral home is from Huazhou. Later, I moved to Gyeonggi with my ancestors. I can barely be considered as half a native of the capital. It's such a long journey and the cost is huge.
It's enough. I just have a lot of money and bought two more rare books, so I have to come here to set up a stall and play chess. Otherwise, I have no relatives and friends in the capital and I will not be able to survive the provincial examination."
The old scholar said: "Inscribing names on the Guibang, drinking wine and having a banquet with deer singing, it's all right."
"How can you see it? Could it be that the old gentleman can read faces?"
"Looking at physiognomy is so easy, but it's just that, as sages have said, people in ancient times didn't know how to tell people, and scholars don't know how to do it."
The man was stunned for a moment, then laughed, waving the saint's book in his hand that had been banned not long ago, "It makes sense, I never thought that the old gentleman is still a fellow-minded person."
The old scholar stroked his beard and smiled, "That's very true. I never thought that young people have such sophisticated vision."
The man rolled up the book, clasped his fists and shook it, "No matter what, I'll borrow the old man's blessing. As long as I can really pass the provincial examination, I will treat the old man to a drink."
The old scholar smiled and said nothing.
The man put away the book and put it in his sleeve. Seeing that the old gentleman was still looking at him with a smile, he had no choice but to pat his head and said suddenly: "I almost forgot to tell the old gentleman that my name is Lu Lingchang. On the day when the results are released, if I win the exam,
I'll come here to set up a stall and wait for the old gentleman. If I don't win, I'll go home directly."
"This is a good thing."
The old scholar nodded and said, "Brother Lu, let me say a few more words. Good or evil appearance is not a rule of good or bad. High talent requires caution."
Lu Lingchang smiled and nodded in agreement, but didn't take it seriously. I'll wait until I pass the imperial examination and then I'll be admitted to the imperial examination. When I become an official in the future, we'll talk about talent and virtue.
The old scholar stood up and left, while Lu Lingchang squatted on the ground. When the old gentleman turned around after taking a few steps, the man smiled and waved goodbye.
The old scholar sighed, put his hands behind his back, and walked away.
The north wind blows miasma, and the south wind brings death. This life is difficult and difficult, and I am worried about my true master.
Young people are incomprehensible, old and lazy, and they have one or ten leftovers in their studies. The land and water are icy, the sky is freezing, and the clouds are clear, and the sight of plum blossoms makes your eyes clear.
The old scholar had a great interest in poetry, and he only thought that the poems were good. Even if Bai Ye is here, he must resist the urge to praise his poems.
Over in the alley where Renyun Yiyun Tower is located, Li Xisheng is accompanied by Cui Ci, a book boy, traveling together in the Great Li capital.
After Li Xisheng returned to Beiju Luzhou from Zhongtu Shenzhou, he continued to study in the study in that small vassal country. An old master suddenly came to visit him. Later, on his way south, Li Xisheng happened to meet a young Taoist priest and an old Buddhist monk.
In fact, this reunion was a bit embarrassing for Li Xisheng.
The old temple owner of Donghai Taoist Temple was very happy.
Now that Li Xisheng, a great Confucian scholar, meets his master Taoist ancestor again, is it a Taoist ceremony or a Confucian ceremony?
As a result, Li Xisheng first bowed to Taoist ancestors, then took a step back and bowed in salute.
After that, Li Xisheng came to the capital with Cui Ci, mainly because there was too much movement here before, and Li Xisheng was far away in Luzhou, Beiju, and he felt it.
The Great Li cavalry is invincible.
The world is shaken but people's hearts are not worried.
At the entrance of the alley, Liu Gao saw the dignified man in Confucian shirt standing outside the alley, and then moved towards the alley.
The old monk immediately looked at his disciple.
The young man answered with his eyes, "What are you doing?"
Seeing that he was not enlightened, the old monk could only ask in his heart: "Should I stop him?"
Zhao Duanming said in his heart: "I don't know him anyway."
"Are you sure? Don't look again?"
"Master, I really don't know you."
"There are so many hanging portraits of saints and saints in the Confucian Temple. Think about it carefully and show some discernment that a descendant of the Tianshui Zhao family should have."
"Master, are you annoyed? I really don't know him, he doesn't look familiar at all!"
"Duan Ming, make an oath."
"Master, that's about it. Otherwise, the relationship between master and disciple between us will be really weak."
Liu Ji felt relieved, showed his body, and asked: "Who is it?"
Li Xisheng smiled and said: "My name is Li Xisheng, and my hometown is Huaihuang County, Longzhou, Dali."
Liu Ji and Yan Yue said: "That means we are from the same hometown as Chen Ping'an. I'm sorry, but I have to stop here."
In fact, a tall old Taoist priest came here before, and he was accompanied by a young Taoist boy who was probably a disciple.
I also appeared here, stopping outside the alley, an old man and a young boy, standing side by side, looking into the alley a few times.
Of course he was stopped by Liu Gao, who was so sneaky and shameless.
Since you are a member of the Taoist sect and have your responsibilities, what should you be afraid of?
Besides, those two Taoist priests don’t have the Taoist robes of the Bai Yujing Third Lineage Taoist Sect.
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In Chen Nuanshu's house, a calendar and a large form are hung on the wall.
There is also a booklet, one for each year. Every New Year's Eve, it will be bound into a book with 356 pages, one page per day.
He keeps accounts every day, and Nuanshu also records some interesting trivial things he hears and sees.
Therefore, on Luo Lo Mountain, the one with the thickest account book and the largest number of books is actually Nuan Shu, not Pei Qian, and naturally not Xiaomi Li, who only records every melon seed expenditure.
In addition to sweeping the courtyard every day, I also have to take care of the flowers and plants, and sort the more and more books collected on the mountain into categories. Once I have the books, I have to choose a day to dry them. Help Mr. Zhu go to the bamboo forest on the top of his mountain to find old bamboos and carve some clear bamboo carvings.
She also needs to pick seasonal wild vegetables, make her own wine, pickle vegetables and marinate meat to dry ham, and a few millet-grained mountain patrol roads also need to be taken care of to prevent weeds from growing. At the end of the year, in addition to cutting window grilles, she also has to ask Mr. Zhu
The husband or the seed master writes Spring Festival couplets, and then takes the millet grains to paste the Spring Festival couplets together. In addition, one must pay homage to the Stove Lord and send gifts to the poor god.
There were often maintenance work on the top of so many vassal mountains, which required her to hang a sword charm, go out in the wind, settle down at the foot of the mountain, climb the mountain to deliver some tea and snacks to the master craftsmen. During the New Year and festivals, the exchange of favors,
On the mountain side like Cheilfish Back, Yidai Peak, there is actually Master Ruan’s Longquan Sword Sect even earlier, which I definitely want to go to. In the small town down the mountain, there are also many elderly neighbors who need to visit from time to time.
After a while, I also need to learn accounting from Mr. Wei. I go down to Longzhou regularly for purchasing.
There is also the Master's Mud Bottle Alley. Apart from cleaning the ancestral house, no one lives in the two houses next door. However, attention should be paid to the roofs and mud walls, and they should be repaired if they can be repaired.
Because there are more and more people in Luopo Mountain, we need to deal with the county government frequently because of household registration issues. For example, recently, Kong Hou at the New Year’s Shop in Qilong Lane and Cui Huahua at the Caotou Shop. At first, Nuanshu was worried about Huaihuang County
Over at the government office, if she felt that she was just a girl and could not do things reliably, she would ask Mr. Zhu to go down the mountain with her. Later, Yumi Jianxian also helped and took the initiative to go to the county town with her. But now there is no need for it.
, we are very familiar with her in the household. A person who once only had to call Uncle Song is now called Grandpa Song. As for so many years later, she has not grown taller. At the county government office, it is probably strange.
Weird, I won't discuss anything.
All kinds of strange stones collected from the mountains of many feudal lords were made into bonsai decorations. They were used as cultural objects and kept as artifacts. Like swallows holding mud, they were constantly moved to houses where few people actually lived there. There were also paintings by Mr. Zhu himself.
The paintings of landscapes, flowers and birds, and ladies should not be piled up randomly, otherwise they will look vulgar. You must also consider how to match the porcelain, such as the vase for growing flowers. As the so-called "Flower God's Abode" by elegant scholars, old-fashioned porcelain is the first choice.
Tibetan bronze goblets, followed by several official porcelains whose porcelain is as green as the sky, delicate and moist.
Each house on the mountain needs to be equipped with different styles of four treasures of the study, wardrobe bookshelves, screen murals, and planting of different flowers and plants according to the owner's different preferences. So Nuanshu built a flower shed by himself, and Tanghuashu worked with Mr. Zhu.
She would also read through the books herself when her husband and Mr. Zhong asked for advice, so her bookshelf was full of such books.
Even though there are more and more people and more things to do, everything in the mountains and beyond is still kept clean and orderly by a little girl in a pink skirt.
In addition, Nuan Shu knew almost everything that had happened on Luo Lo Mountain, no matter how big or small.
Of course, Xiaomi Li will often help, carrying a golden pole on his shoulder and holding a hiking stick, and he will give orders!
Miyu was wandering around the mountains today and found Nuanshu rarely idle, sitting on the stone table by the cliff in a daze.
Mi Yu walked over and asked with a smile: "Nuan Shu, how many years have you been here?"
Nuan Shu quickly stood up and gave Mi Jianxian a blessing. After sitting down, he smiled and said, "It's not thirty years yet."
Mi Yu chewed melon seeds and asked softly: "Don't you feel bored?"
For more than twenty years, I have been so busy every day. The key is that the trivial matters day after day, year after year, seem to have no end.
Even if he is an idle man, no matter how much he likes to stay in Luolu Mountain and wait to die, he will occasionally want to go down the mountain to relax, and quietly travel far and wide with his sword, such as going to the Huangting Kingdom to enjoy the scenery during the day, and at night
Just go to Hongzhu Town and take a flower boat ride. You can also go to Piyun Mountain to have a drink with Mr. Wei Shanjun and watch the moon.
Nuanshu shook his head, "No way."
Miyu asked: "Aren't you tired?"
Nuanshu smiled and said: "I will take a rest."
Originally, he wanted to say that he was half a Taoist, but when he thought of his own realm, Nuanshu was embarrassed to speak.
Miyu was a little speechless.
A few years ago, there was an old-fashioned boy in Tsing Yi, a ghostly black charcoal girl, a lively and cute millet...
Now, there are Bai Xuan and Kong Hou who have set up a table at the roadside pavilion.
Only Chen Nuanshu, the girl in the pink skirt, has never attracted much attention, probably because of her gentle temperament.
In fact, just as Chen Lingjun boasted to Jia Lao Shenxian, he was the earliest minister of the dragon around the master, the oldest and least arrogant senior in Luopo Mountain.
Before Pei Qian recognizes his master and Dabai Goose recognizes his husband, it is true that Brother Dafeng is a local, but he came up to the mountain late. Do you really want to be ranked based on seniority and not lean back?
Besides, who else will accompany the master to stay overnight at his ancestral home on Mu Ping Lane? If you have the ability, come forward. I, Chen Lingjun, will kowtow to him a few times.
Since Chen Lingjun is indeed like this, then of course Nuan Shu is also like this.
Miyu suddenly said: "If anyone bullies you in the future, come to me."
But as soon as the words came out of his mouth, Mi Yu felt that he had said nonsense.
Where is your turn to take action?
If someone really dares to bully Nuan Shu, even if the other person is in the Ascension Realm, they will probably die, and there will be no suspense.
So Mi Yu quickly changed his words: "For example, if that Chen Lingjun says something stupid again, I will help you teach him a lesson."
Nuan Shu's eyebrows were arched and he waved his hand, "No, no."
A kid in green clothes with flowing sleeves laughed and said, "Hey, Sword Immortal Yu, are you giving some guidance to the silly girl on how to practice? It's a good thing, otherwise it would be too shameful to be like a turtle crawling around like an ant to move its nest."
Mi Yuxiao narrowed his eyes and looked at Nuanshu. Nuanshu hesitated for a moment, blinked, and then nodded gently.
Mi Yu clapped his hands, stood up, and walked towards Chen Lingjun.
Chen Lingjun noticed something was wrong, "Brother Yu, what are you doing?! If you have something to say, talk it over. There are no obstacles that cannot be overcome, misunderstandings that cannot be solved, and things that are difficult to discuss!"
Mi Yu smiled and said: "What are you thinking about? I just want to give you some advice on how to practice."
Chen Lingjun ran away without saying a word.
There used to be three little girls on Luolu Mountain. They were all about the same height. Who was taller and who was shorter were very different.
We often lie together on the floor of the second floor of the bamboo house, and the breeze blows, bringing with it bursts of summer cicada chirping.
They rested their heads on cattail leaf fans, waiting for the watermelon placed in the pond behind the bamboo house to cool down little by little.
A small sorrow is like the white clouds passing by outside the mountains. They come and go. Some are fatter, so they walk slower, and some are thinner, so they walk faster.