Sword of Coming Chapter 832

Chen Ping'an got off the ladder and picked out a book on the shelf, which was a collection of clear words devoted to life.

Turning the book quickly, there are many sages' doctrines in the book, and Chen Ping'an is deeply impressed by it. What is lazy to look back on, what is the storm, it is the hero's heel standing.

Chen Ping'an always felt that he was talking to himself, and he was very courageous, and it was more useful than drinking.

Besides, Chen Pingan figured out a truth for himself early on. Don't be angry, don't talk irony, especially don't stop speaking with those close to you.

Putting the book in his hand back to the shelf, there was no reason to think of the Daoist from Tongyezhou Huanghuaguan in Longzhou. Chen Ping'an smiled, following the example, gently pushing the surrounding books with the palm of his hand, the position was flush, not bad at all. Chen Pingan strode out of the study building, opened the courtyard door, and after thinking about it, Chen Pingan didn't lock the door. In case he had to come back, there were many things in vain. After all, it was the brother's house, flying around, which was not appropriate.

As for Emperor Song Dynasty and the Queen Mother, it doesn't matter whether they come or not. They come, it's good for both parties. If they don't, Chen Ping'an doesn't matter at all, because they have already planned to read a few more days in the capital. .

Now that I have guessed the intention of the senior brother Cui Yang, it is very simple. It is rare that there is such a good thing that does not need to be divided between public and private. Moreover, Chen Ping'an suddenly remembered something. If Song He is a student of Senior Brother Cui, he is the little uncle of Emperor Dali, so it's only natural to protect his nephew. .

But if you don't have enough Song and Dao heart, then change someone with enough Dao heart to become the emperor. Anyway, once the old bottom is revealed, and the old account of the Song clan family mansion is opened by someone with a heart, the emperor originally belonged to the established fact of inheriting Datong. , Will become shaky, and a continent is in an uproar.

And the national teacher Cui Yang's assessment of Song Jixin was probably the Aquarius war. The performance of the king Song Mu, from the old dragon city to the central Dadu, did not disappoint. It is obvious to all. The imitation of Bai Yujing's staying near the Dali Companion Capital and Dadu Temple must be a kind of "goodwill" reminder from the gentleman to the students that even if the husband is gone, there will be no national teacher in Dali for the time being. A monarch's Xiu Qizhiping, Still can't forget.

Chen Ping'an even felt that the Dali court, back then, offered to return to the mountains and rivers after the war according to the military merits. Once they did not act in this way, the people of Aquarius became distracted, and it was difficult for all the vassal states in the south to consolidate their combat power. Once the war ended, if there was still a pattern of one continent and one country, once the Dali Capital and the vass formed a separation of north and south confrontation, The front stretch is so long, it is easy to beat it for decades or even more than a hundred years, and then the entire Aquarius Island will be destroyed.

As for Song Jixin, does he have the intention to restore his real name?

Have.

At that time, Chen Ping'an was aware of Song Jixin's ambition in the Jidu Temple, but Song Jixin was too jealous of the country's teacher Cui Yang, and he could not bear it all these years, and always abide by his official duties.

Otherwise, Song Jixin, the King of the Dali Clan, had an unusually good relationship with almost all the mountain forces in Aquarius, especially with the Dali Frontier Army.

As for the rulers of the country, the six yamen that accompanied the capital of Dali, and the pillars of civil and military affairs in it, had all faced war directly. Which one is not proficient in the knowledge of utility, not only apt to learn, but also extremely pragmatic? And compared to the officials in the capital, the southern officialdom is mostly young and strong civilians and generals. Moreover, like Liu Gaohua in the Rouge County of the Caiyi Country, why would he rather give up his hometown and a country where he has a bad book? The middle-level officials, and this subtle identification itself is the identification of the feudal king Song Mu by the various vassal states of Dali in the past.

Therefore, the emperor did not dare to act rashly on the entrenched and deep-rooted accompany capital in Dayi Capital, while the mansion did not know the arrangement of Cui Huang's successor, so he had been in peace.

If Chen Ping'an's bottom line before coming to Dali Capital was to retrieve the broken piece of porcelain from the hand of the Queen Mother of Dali, even if he was torn apart with the entire Dali court, he would do a fight first, and then move to Luopo Mountain. Numerous vassals went to a place in the southern part of Beijuluzhou, took root, and finally echoed with the Luoposhanxia sect established in Tongyezhou. The two sides echoed each other. In the middle was a big li, anyway, it was completely with the big li Song family.

So now, Chen Ping'an is not so easy to talk about just taking back the tiles.

For example, renunciation.

The Southern Fan went north and became emperor in Beijing.

After all, it still depends on the choice of the emperor.

Only a few dozen steps out of the alley, Chen Ping'an began to carefully consider the three main lines of temples, frontiers, and mountains here, and then involved a rough calculation of at least a dozen links, such as the old man in the clan's mansion and all the upper pillars. The surname, the major hunters, and the continued development of each link... In the final analysis, it is still the pursuit of peace in a country and world.

It's just that Chen Ping'an didn't realize that what he thought and what he was doing was actually like a great master of the country.

In the past hundred years or so, Cui Yang, embroidering the tiger, walked slowly in the alley in this way, alone, thinking about it every time he went to the court to discuss matters, or retreat.

Near the alleyway, Chen Ping'an found that the young man was squatting in the alleyway and drinking secretly while the master was away. He glanced at the street from time to time to see if there was a master.

Hearing the footsteps in the alley, Zhao Duanming immediately got up, put the pot of wine behind him, and asked with all his face, "Big Brother Chen is going to find his sister-in-law, do you want me to help lead the way? I'm familiar with this place in Beijing, but closed. Just walk with your eyes open."

That is to say, the relationship between the two parties is temporarily unfamiliar. Otherwise, I have **** in the vicinity of this place, no matter where the bird does not shit, Zhao Duanming can pat his chest and say that he has a clear conscience.

Chen Pingan stopped and asked, "Duanming, do you have a girl you like?"

Zhao Duanming is extremely satisfied with his name now. It's just that Chen Jianxian is an untimely question, which makes him feel uncomfortable. What girl is talking about most of the night, when I am drinking flower wine? The boy sighed, "Sorry. I'm not too young anymore. There are some girls I like, and there are a lot of girls who like me. It's a pity that I practice spiritual practice every day. I am a master of his practice. I haven't bitten my mouth with the girl. Cao Jiugui hasn't laughed at me less about this. He's a 40-year-old man, and an old bachelor who doesn't even have a quilt at night, so I'm so embarrassed to say me, too. I don't know who gave him the face. I didn't wake up after drinking. I don't know him."

Then the boy found that the sword fairy in Qingshan also sighed.

There are a hundred sorrows, never fail.

Zhao Duanming immediately handed over a handful of salted dried peanuts. Chen Ping'an also gave the juvenile a jug of wine. The juvenile put away his jug. He couldn't get good wine from Cao Jiugui. He was a pauper who could only pay on credit everywhere. After opening the mud seal, he raised his head and took a sip, and asked, "Big Brother Chen, where is the drink?

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "I opened a small wine shop with others, and sold this Qingshenshan wine."

The boy suddenly said: "Let me just say it, I know the way when I drink this drink. Not just after the entrance, I tasted a few small summer coins. Can the drink on the top of the mountain have this taste? Brother Chen, If we are with whom, then we will say nothing, you will give me two more pots of wine, and I will return to send Master and Cao Jiugui."

Speaking of this, the young man said solemnly: "Brother Chen, don't worry, I'm a well-known scheming man since I was a kid. Today we are called brothers and brothers. I promise that I will not talk about anyone except that Cao drunkard, even if I go home. Don't tell me. Brother Chen, you just came to the capital, don't you know that, over there, it's my home and Chier Street, a few years earlier, and I fight every time with one hand. Later, I didn't know which shameless old **** in Chi'er Street revealed my identity as a monk, so I took the initiative to give the top spot to someone else. Otherwise, the gang of shrimp soldiers and crabs on Chi'er Street would have to be suppressed by us. For several years, in accordance with the old rules, every day I obediently behave with my tail, and I have to detour when we meet."

Chen Pingan twisted his fingers and threw a peanut into his mouth. He smiled and shook his head and said: "Knowing is going to knowing, you can't give away two pots of wine."

Zhao Duanming asked tentatively: "Brother Chen, can I calculate my debts?"

Chen Ping'an shook his head and said: "Small business, no credit."

Don't worry, go to the inn, just a few steps away. It's early, and Ning Yao hasn't returned yet. He stayed there alone, showing that he was ill-intentioned. It was clear that he was eager to eat hot tofu. Well, it seems too careless.

"By the way, Brother Chen, how old are you this year? It's really not surprising that your sister-in-law is looking for you to be a Taoist companion to a young, promising and handsome sword fairy like you."

"You're not old. What level are you now?"

"I, haven't reached the Yupu realm yet."

"Ok, Ok."

"Brother Chen, a beautiful woman like his sister-in-law, with a high level of realm, you have to relax a little bit. There must be so many men who like her in secret, and there are too many to count."

"Duanming, you are still too young to understand some things. A woman like my daughter-in-law, ordinary men don't dare to like it. Even if they admire, they only dare to hide in their hearts. Well, there is one who is not afraid of death. , And then I was knocked out and hung up on the tree."

"Who, daring is so fat that you are too fat, Brother Chen, give your name, and the younger brother will help you clean up when you turn around."

"Coincidentally, he is now an official in Beijing."

"Who, the official is not big? Do you care about Chixiang and Chi'er street mess?"

"His name is Zhao You, and the official is not too big. He is the attendant of the criminal department in the capital, as if the house is in your Yichi Lane."

"I'm scared? It's said that the horse dung Zhao family is the most miserable. Is it the swearing of Dali officialdom? Obviously not. It is right to praise, but I see you, hang."

"Brother Chen, you're just a joke, just a servant of the Criminal Ministry. I invite him, please come!"

"Yeah, Shi Lang Zhao, it's such a coincidence, passing by."

The young man turned his head quickly. There was a fart Zhao Shilang and no ghosts. The young man laughed and said: "He is good when he is here. The official is a big one, but such a weak scholar has no power to restrain him. I don't have to use any magical magic, I just need to punch and kick again, let him hit wherever he goes, and go back wherever he goes horizontally..."

Chen Ping'an patted the boy on the shoulder, holding back his laugh, "Stop, Zhao Shilang is really here, if you continue, he will listen to him. This guy is small-minded and likes to hold grudges."

The young man nodded vigorously and said, "A big man, it is really bad to hold grudges, and it is not generous."

Chen Ping'an echoed: "Mostly it is not enough to cultivate the heart."

Ning Yao quietly returned to the inn, deliberately hiding her figure, still lying on the table lazily at the moment, by the way, listening to the small alley chatting, she smiled a little.

Poor boy, I don't know which ditch he abducted.

Chen Ping'an walked out of the alley and stopped, waiting for the nephew to approach.

Now it seems that I have a lot of nephews, the emperor in the palace, the servant of the criminal ministry in front of him, and Wu Yuan who served as the first magistrate of Huaihuang County in the past.

On the other side of the street, several priests of the Ministry of Work of the Dali Imperial Court were leading people to repair the street over there. They saw the sword immortal in Qingshan, speechless, and turned a blind eye.

If it were a normal mountain dynasty, it would definitely stay overnight.

Dali Capital City is one of the luckiest places, because an embroidered tiger came.

In just a hundred years, a frontier army cavalry was built for the Dayi Dynasty, which can survive on the dead, survive in the dead, and win at the disadvantage. Occasionally, there are defeats and all the generals die.

Zhao Duanming probed his head around the corner. This Zhao Shilang had only looked at him from a distance before. He was really impatient. To put it conscientiously, in terms of fighting skills, it is estimated that a hundred Zhao Shilang could not beat a Chen Jianxian. When it comes to looks, neither of the two Chen elder brothers can beat each other.

Zhao You first greeted a familiar Dali Ministry of Industry official, then squatted next to the "well" and took a few glances. Only then did he walk towards the alley, salute Chen Ping'an, and smiled: "See you Lord Chen Shan."

Chen Ping'an smiled and shook his head and said, "I'm all from the same town. If you are polite, just call Master Uncle."

The young man who kept his ears up listening, Brother Chen was a bit chewy when talking to outsiders.

Zhao You asked: "Miss Ning hasn't come back yet?"

Chen Pingan craned his neck and looked at both sides of the street. A little farther, there are big trees and high branches.

Zhao Yu smiled and said: "A gentle lady and gentleman are so charming, Zhao Yu's love for Miss Ning, the sky is blue and white, there is nothing that I dare not admit, and there is nothing that I dare not see people. Chen Shanzhu should not do this on purpose. "

Chen Ping'an smiled, using the dialect of Lizhu Dongtian's hometown, he said something to Zhao Yu that he couldn't understand even if he was killed by a young man. If it were replaced with a homonym in Dali Mandarin, it would be... Strictly write a new setting... What the **** is this, Zhao Duanming was confused.

Ning Yao couldn't help but couldn't help. She knew what Chen Ping'an was talking about, because she would later record all the small town dialects that she had heard back then in homophony. I still play with waves, be careful.

This is a mantra for the elders in the family to scold the stubborn younger ones in their hometown.

Naxing also eats. He troubles?

Come to see you for something. what's up?

The young Zhao Duanming heard it like clouds and mists, but Ning Yao over the inn had already sat up, resting his cheek with one hand, listening with gusto, she understood everything.

Zhao Yu suddenly said in Dali Mandarin: "I just got a piece of news that Shizu arrived at the imitating Bai Yujing and started to talk with others."

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "I must have known it earlier than you."

Is quarreling interesting? Fortunately, it's all wins anyway, so for my husband, it really tastes mediocre.

Most interestingly, why is it a quarrel?

What is a sage? Use learning to strengthen people's hearts and use Taoism to repair the world.

The place where one person lives together, Baopingzhou, Tongyezhou, and Fuyaozhou.

Three continents, mountains, rivers, and land, vegetation grows, flowers bloom particularly beautiful, dead trees are in spring, water transport condenses, mountain roots are closed, summer is scorching, and rain falls from the sky in arid areas.

Chen Ping An, who is still invisible "overwhelmed" by the awe-inspiring world, would certainly perceive this vision of heaven and earth earlier than Zhao You.

Zhao You endured for a long time, and said, "Chen Ping An, what are you comparing to me?"

Chen Ping'an said: "You are upset."

Zhao You laughed angrily: "Miss Ning doesn't like me again, you're unhappy."

Chen Pingan said, "There is a nephew who talks to Uncle Master like this in the world?"

Zhao You took a deep breath and said, "It's okay, I'm here to meet you, a hard-working little uncle."

Chen Ping'an suddenly said: "In fact, there is no need to be your official. Don't mix up many things, at least temporarily."

This sentence is true. After all, Chen Ping'an still hopes that his peers who go out in his hometown and small town will be better off outside, so as not to be too downcast. Zhao You waved his hand, turned and left.

Chen Pingan said: "Zhao You, to be a digression, what is your relationship with the Ministry of Rites? If the relationship is okay, can you do something more unpleasant, such as asking the monks on the mountain to use the magic of the fairy family to gather one Record the various local dialects of Zhoushanhe, because the book can be reprinted, but once the dialect is gone, it is really gone. And this matter may involve a little bit of a country's cultural affairs, not completely in vain, you have No idea?"

Zhao You turned his head and smiled and said: "The court has already started to do it. The editor-in-chief, it is me. It is a part-time job and can receive two salaries."

Gee, you thought you could get a game back? Are you young? The fledgling young man really does not know the depth of the rivers and lakes.

Chen Ping'an was relieved and nodded, "I'm a good man."

Zhao You left without looking back.

When the Minister of Criminal Justice was gone, the young man walked out of the alley swaggeringly, gave Chen Ping'an a thumbs up, and smiled: "Brother Chen chats with people, very strong!"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Don't learn this, it's meaningless, and cultivate your way in the future."

The boy suddenly asked with a serious face: "Chen Jianxian, do you think I can be among the five realms in the future?"

Chen Pingan smiled and asked, "Why do you ask this suddenly?"

Zhao Duanming looked sad and whispered: "Master said that the reason why I practiced so quickly was because I was eating food. Don't look at my age, I am a monk in the Dragon Gate realm. But if there is no accident in this life, I actually It's just a golden pill if you're dead."

Chen Ping An was silent for a moment with a soft expression. He looked at this young man in the capital who was not stealing and drinking. He just thought that Chen Ping's next words made the young man even more disappointed, because a sword fairy said, "At least now, I think It's really difficult for you to be among the jade princesses. Jindan and Yuanying are all high thresholds and barriers that are more difficult to cross than ordinary Qi Qi practitioners. It's like you are paying off debts, because your practice was so smooth before. How old is it, fourteen or fifteen? It's the Dragon Gate Realm. So your master didn't lie to you before."

The young man was silent.

Then Chen Ping'an smiled and asked: "Zhao Duanming, do you think meeting me tonight is a minor accident?"

Zhao Duanming nodded. That must be, the hidden official of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, Chen Shanzhu who can make Cao Jiugui talk a little more, especially the man of Ning Yao, a guy who can make Dali's "prestige" Zhao Yu eat everywhere! Before today, the boy had never dreamed that he could meet Chen Ping'an, and he could chat for so long and drink peanuts together.

Chen Pingan asked again, "Isn't this just an accident?"

Zhao Duanming's eyes lit up, "That's right!"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: “A person who is a master in the world must of course be a preacher like your master. Then no one does not think of his own direct succession and can be better than blue. Zhao Duanming, practice well. Don't stare at the upper five realms that are far away in the sky. Otherwise, the more you think about it, the worse you will be. You will remind yourself from time to time, such as'Master, wait patiently. One day, the apprentice will definitely give you a Unexpected. "Zhao Duanming, do you have this intention?"

The young man's eyes were bright and clear, his face was firm, and he nodded and said: "You can have it! It's just an idea, it's not difficult."

Chen Pingan patted the boy on the shoulder and smiled and said, "Tell you something again. When I was your age, the Changsheng Bridge was broken and I had to practice punching every day to hang my life. I was a martial artist. Look at today. Me, is it another accident?"

Zhao Duanming believed and doubted: "Aren't you blindfolded?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and didn't say much. He moved to the inn and said, "You asked me for two bottles of wine, but I didn't give it. I will wait for you to be among Yuanying and Yupu. I will invite you to drink."

The boy looked at the back of the green shirt and asked loudly: "Chen Ping An, what do you say?!"

The swordsman in the green shirt did not turn around, but raised his hand and gently clenched his fist, "I am a swordsman of my generation, wine is the least deceiving Jianghu."

Inside the inn, Ning Yao lowered his head, resting his chin on his arm, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

Inside Miyagi.

Dong Hu, the servant of the Ministry of Rites, did not miss a single word, and reported the conversation over the alley with His Majesty and Empress Dowager.

The woman had opened the window before, and she had been standing by the window.

His Majesty the Emperor smiled and nodded, but the Queen Mother did not speak.

Dong Hu knew he had nothing to do tonight.

Just walking to the door of the house, Dong Hu suddenly stopped, turned around to talk to the emperor first, and the old attendant stood up and said: "Your Majesty, the junior officer had been in Yuanshou for six years and had a serious illness. At that time, he had to resign. I dare to ask Cui Guoshi for a copy of Qi Zhiping's copybook."

Song He smiled and said: "I naturally know this. Apart from you, the national teacher has never given a copybook to anyone, so at the time, this was a beautiful conversation between the ruling and the opposition, and I was equally envious."

Later, officials from the Lili Ministry went to Lizhu Cave to help the imperial court and the archway building to build the monument. It was Dong Hu.

The woman turned her head and said with a sneer: "Dong Shilang, alluding to something? Let's hear, the officialdom of Dali has always abide by the rules set by the national division, literary and martial, martial and literary, only said that both sides can hear If you understand."

Dong Hu, the soft guy in the officialdom that even Yuanying monk Liu Jia knows, for some reason, facing the question of the queen dowager tonight, the old attendant turned his back a little bit straight, "Since the queen dowager has asked questions, then he can speak well. To be more blunt, the four things of Xiuqi and Pingping naturally cannot be in a disorderly order, and the importance and the size of the issues are obvious."

The woman was about to speak, and Emperor Song He had a gentle expression: "Dong Shilang, you should go back to the mansion for a rest. You will have work tonight."

Dong Hu and His Majesty the emperor left the house silently.

Song He said softly: "Mother, don't be angry. Dong Shilang just said what a courtesy servant should say."

The woman nodded and left the window. She slowly sat back in her position and said with a smile: "It is not guilty to have such idleness with Dong Hu. The person is nice, all-sided and exquisite, and the officials are not bad. There is credit."

Song He breathed a sigh of relief.

With that said, I'm afraid that Dong Hu's future posthumous post will be a little bit twisted.

That's how the mother's queen does things. It's always hard to find any major faults, which is understandable, but occasionally it makes people feel that something is missing.

Song He picked up an orange and said: "Mr. Wensheng arrived at Baiyujing, and talked with that person. The Sanzhou mountains and rivers including Huize Aquarius, which means that the Confucian Temple will definitely look at Dali by the way. ."

The woman smiled and said, "What are you nervous about? Isn't this a good thing? First, Ning Yao didn't abide by the rules of Dali, and in the capital of the capital, he used a sword to cut people indiscriminately. The hermit is young and vigorous. During the discussions in the Confucian Temple, he can rely on his merit and cultural identity to fight against his words and deeds one after another. The reputation of being arrogant and domineering on the Middle-earth God Continent is faster than the sky. It's big, but Wen Sheng, a Confucian Temple who accompanies the fourth god, should always be reasonable?"

Song He said: "It is extremely difficult for Chen Pingan to have today's achievements. Although he has never veiled his face, I am willing to respect this person."

The woman smiled and nodded: "Yes, this is your emperor's aura. It would be inappropriate if you have a small belly and chicken intestines. Anyway, you just don't have to be afraid of him."

Song He was speechless for a while, put the orange petal into his mouth and chewed lightly, slightly astringent.

After the old attendant left the imperial city, he still took the carriage that had only been changed from the coachman, and went back home.

Liu Jia smiled and asked, "Master Dong, are you in a bad mood? Is something serious?"

Dong Hu didn't fight, and he almost yelled at him. You know what a fart, smile like an egg, if one is not careful, our Dali court will change the sky!

The young hermit, and Na Ning Yao, deliberately wore two peace cards issued by the Ministry of Justice and walked into the capital. A fool understands what it means.

It's just that the old attendant quickly resisted, and told an old antique who only knew how to practice, that the Yunbo in the court was weird.

Liu Jia was silent all the way, but when he was about to reach Yichi Lane, he suddenly said, "Dong Hu, you have such no confidence in Master Guoshi?"

Dong Hu was stunned, frowning.

The old monk Yuan Ying, who drove steadily, looked up and glanced into the distance. Many lights in the capital were shining like the day, and the shining made the sky above the capital buildings like a foggy yellow tulle, like that lampshade.

Liu Jia smiled to himself and said: "I don't know anything about official affairs and politics. I only know one thing except for practice. Even if Cui Guo is no longer here, I will still care about the people of this country and Da Li. Iron Cavaliers, and countless people of you and me. Others may not be able to do this behind the scenes, but Cui Guoshi will definitely do."

Dong Hu's brows stretched, and before he reached the door of his house, he asked to stop, got out of the carriage, thanked the old Yuanying, and walked slowly home.

Liu Jia asked, "What about the carriage?"

Dong Hu turned his head and smiled: "Guan Laozi's shit!"

Liu Jia smiled and said, "Master Dong walks carefully at night. He is a lot of age and is easily dazzled. I know many doctors who sell Chinese traditional Chinese medicine."

Dong Hu choked for a while, so he had to say dullly: "Stop the carriage to the gate of the imperial city, and it's all right."

Walking on the extremely wide road of Yichi Lane, the old attendant sighed and nodded sometimes.

Back in those days, Lao Zi also entered the Imperial Academy with the old fellow of the Shuizhao family in the same year, known as reading and drinking, reciting poems and writing pens, two young boys, full of spirits, and one of the best, Dong Zhi's articles, magnificent and brilliant, Zhao Zhi's calligraphy, wielding a spear...

That year, in the Dali imperial examination, Dong Hu and this friend of the same year, one was the second place and the other was the flower hunting. Of course, the latter was still half a round older than himself, and still not as good as his own teenage prodigy. Mr. Guan, it happened to be the teacher who Dong Hu and the others tried. When Dong Hu first entered the officialdom, he was always sharp and sharp. As a result, he sat on the bench in the Imperial Academy for nearly ten years, and he had a clear title. Since he was hopeless in his official career, he simply broke the pot. He was the best in cursing. If someone retaliated, Dong Hu would scold more vigorously, and he would scold civilian officials instead of military generals.

In fact, Dong Hu was only 30 years old at that time. As a result, he cared about Chixiang and Chi'er Street and won the nicknames of "Dong Vixen" and "Dong Curse Street" respectively.

Dong Hu stopped, and as soon as Mr. Guan left, there were no bricks on the corner of the wall.

Back then, I was drunk. I walked here, reached out to support the wall, and vomited so much that I felt my heart, stomach, and stomach were all on the ground.

As a result, he got kicked, and Dong Hu turned around in a curse. When he looked at him drunkly and dimly, he found that it was the old man Guan, who was so scared that he woke up.

Old man Guan smiled and asked: "Hey, who am I talking about, so courageous, dare to run wild dogs in my place. It turned out that it was Dong Xiu who wrote Master Dong."

Dong Hu is a scholar who respects his teacher and respects his teachings. No matter how scared he is, he must be afraid that this teacher is not. He was frightened on the spot and shivered in the cold wind.

Mr. Guan smiled and asked, "Dong Xiu, why only scold the civil servants in Yichi Lane instead of those vulgar generals in Chi'er Street?"

As soon as Dong Hu talked about this, he was full of confidence, stubbed his neck, and said the answer truthfully, "I am young and strong now, and I will not fight with anyone. If I curse those big and round generals, like today If we walk at night like this, we might have to sleep on the street. Besides, we have made great victories in the army over the past few years, and I can't scold them. Besides, there must be a few funerals and scolding. What a curse."

Old man Guan nodded, "Yes, not too stupid. Okay, if you want to vomit, go home and vomit on the belly of the girl. Your kid is either a silver gun or a pit in his brain. A pretty daughter-in-law, if you continue this way, be careful when you go out of the wall."

Dong Hu flushed at that moment. If it weren't for his own teacher, he would have to punch it.

Finally, Mr. Guan gave Dong Hu two words.

"Students are officials, and the troubles arise. Most of them are too impatient for meritorious service and luck. For example, you, Dong Xiaozi, may not have enough skills and come from family background."

"Someone came to scold me, and it was clear to me that it was not my fault, and he had to pretend to be deaf and dumb, and let him scold me, but I got the advantage.

Dong Hu was already awake, and he immediately thanked him.

I never thought that the teacher waited for a long time and slapped Dong Hu's head with a slap, "It's really an elm bump, let alone sitting on a cold bench in the Imperial Academy for a few years, I think making you that cold bench is all praise. You are still aggrieved, and you don't know what to say, "Golden and jade good words, Yishen playful"?"

What can Dong Hu do, he can only giggle.

Elder Guan accompanied Dong Hu for a while, and said, "It's not ugly, there must be such fools in the officialdom, otherwise I will come out with a stick to chase people out tonight. But after ten years of scolding, it will be fine in the future. Be an official, be pragmatic, and do more serious things. Just remember that in the future there will be young officials like you who like to scold others, and protect yourself a little. Don't let others scold you in the future, you won't be able to bear it. Two words, even if I say it for nothing, I feed it into the dog's belly."

In the night of that year, Dong Hu silently remembered.

"Sir, what's wrong with you? Why do you look at the limp?"

"The kick that kicked you just now made you too strong and accidentally cramped."

"Knead it?"

"go away."

Today, Dong Hu, who is already an old servant, remembers these past silently.

It's a pity that no one was drunk and vomited, and there was no **** to kick.

When we arrived at the door of the house, the concierge was still waiting, but the old maid just sat on the steps, sitting quietly for a long time, and smiled freely. After half a century of ups and downs in the Huanhai Sea, I was used to listening to the raging waves, and had also said a lot of hard words.

Others don't know.

Conscience knows itself.

At the corner of the street, the old monk Yuanying returned the carriage, and immediately went back here. He found his apprentice squatting in the alley eating peanuts, but it seemed that something was different. Liu Jia didn't think much about it. No, drinking secretly, the old man pretended not to know when he thought of it.

Liu Jia took out a first-class torture card from his sleeve, and officials of the Ministry of Penalty and Ministry of Industry did not stop him. The old Yuanying walked to the well by the well. Liu Jia probed his head and took a look. It was a pity. The traces of the kendo were not erased by the woman, but it was a great blessing for the sword repairs recorded by the criminal ministry. I couldn't see a flower even when I looked more, Liu Jia walked back to the alley with his hands under his shoulders, and said to the young man: “See you, look at the master Chen Shan. He found such a swordsman wife. Your kid should look for it at this level, so don't hang around with Cao Jiugui. Good girls will scare away."

Zhao Duanming said, "Master, didn't you find a wife?"

Liu Jia smiled and said: "When Master was young, he was a bit more handsome than Chen Ping'an and Cao Gengxin. On Yizhou Mountain, it was famous for being suave. It's just a matter of unintentional love between men and women. Otherwise, don't say anything. Madam, you can't count with one hand."

The young man said in the middle of winter, "Master, you are not sleepwalking, hurry up and wake up."

Inside the palace.

Song He suddenly said, "Mother, why don't I go to Chen Ping An?"

The woman sneered and said, "Nonsense! What can you talk to him about? It was a polite greeting to him, saying that you were the hermit official and couldn't return home for a long time. It's really hard work? Or you, Chen Ping'an, is now the lord of the sect. How much do you do for the Dali court? Or is it that your Majesty wants to learn from Zhao Yao, the dignified nine-five-year-old, and he must be humbled and recognize a little uncle?!"

Song He hesitated to speak but stopped.

The woman smiled softly: "Don't worry about it. Don't be confused by the Zhengyang Mountain watching ceremony and Ning Yao's sword. What is Chen Pingan's question of the sword? It seems unreasonable, but in reality Properly. Dealing with mountain people like Chen Ping'an, who likes to paint places in prison, I can deal with them more surely than you.”

On the roof of Tianlu Pavilion.

Song Xu was a bit complicated. The attending ceremony at Zhengyang Mountain and the detailed process of Chen Pingan's questioning the sword. Not only did they have a picture scroll, they even carefully disassembled each link. They thought that Luoposhan Chen Pingan and the Longquan sword. Sect's Liu Xianyang was already unreasonable enough. He never thought that he would meet Ning Yao from the Great Wall of Sword Qi again today.

Han Zhoujin was a little disapproving, and whispered: "Swordsmanship is high, good-looking is good-looking, but not too brilliant."

Yu Yu lay on the roof with an empty hip flask on his head, his head dangled, Erlang's legs were lifted, and he swayed, and said casually: "Ning Yao's beauty is no longer good, and Chen Ping'an can't match her."

The little girl of the soldier monk still cursed both. Just like a person's knowledge, you can read more books, but that sense of humor is mostly natural. Then there are some "fair words" from the heart, which are similar to the Gu Jianlong in the summer palace. It really depends on talent.

The young Taoist priest who served as the Daolu of the Jingshi was full of emotion, but felt that such an amazing swordsmanship would appear in the world.

The little novice monk who had not yet completed his work at the Translation Bureau, folded his hands together, and exclaimed, "Ning Jian is invincible."

Song Xu turned his head and glanced at the little monk.

This little novice monk once hunted down a monk who committed crimes in various states, indiscriminately killing innocents, and threatened to kill the people who were killed by him. Now that he has karma in his previous life, he should be killed in this life, but he even dared to claim that he wanted nothing. When the sky puts down the butcher knife, he can still become a Buddha. It is said that you murdered the little monk, but you broke the killing precept. After returning to the Jingcheng Translation Bureau, the little novice monk began to turn through the book behind closed doors. In the end, he not only solved the doubt in his heart and determined where the man was wrong, but also saw 108 Buddhist cases by the way, and waited until the little novice went out. After that, the Taoist heart is clear and there is no more trouble. What you see in your eyes is like the entire scripture translation bureau, which is an innocent dojo with glazed glaze. And the dozens of scriptures translated by Buddhist monks seem to be transformed into a Buddhist dragon. Elephant. After that, the little novice monk has been studying the three words "being free".

Song Xu glanced at the Daolu of the capital, whose father was once a general. Once in a local state and county, he met a forbidden field repairman in a narrow alley. In a flash, he was born and died. Afterwards, the young Taoist priest was killed. When the man was found, he was covered with scars and blood and blood, and he fell to the ground against the wall, sitting opposite the corpse, but for some reason, the young Taoist priest kept his eyes slightly open, with some tears on his face.

Then there was the female formation master from Qingtan's blessed land.

It seems that everyone has their own story. But no one seems to care that much.

Yu Yu was the first to notice the change in Song Xu's mood and asked, "What's wrong?"

Before Song Xu could give an answer, the little girl was already grinning: "Don't think too much, you didn't have the emperor's life anyway. You have been repaired by the Golden Core Sword at the moment. It's a great future on the mountain. What a fool does it? In the future, maybe I will see your eldest brother's son. The latter is a gray-haired old man. In the end, I still have to call the emperor when I see you, haha, "The younger generation is terrible." Then continue to practice hard and break the realm every day. Better than anything."

Song Xurenjun couldn't help but said: "It's the extreme. If you can accept good words, good words, and reason, you can become a rich man."

Yu Yu was a little flat, and became angry and said, "Don't talk like that guy, or grandma will be anxious with you."

Song Xu, who has always been sitting and standing, leaned back and stretched out his hand, "Bring the wine, it must be the Xianjia Jiujiu from Changchun Palace."

Yu Yu smiled dryly and said: "Where can I afford to buy such an expensive and lawless drink, I was talking about it with Aunt Feng."

The little monk said silently to Amitabha, "In Yu Yu's square inch, there are seven or eight altars hidden."

Yu Yu cursed: "Little bald!"

The little monk touched his bald head, and sighed for no reason: "When will the little novice monk comb out the 108 troubles."

Yu Yu was stunned. She probably felt that the little monk was really thinking about business, so she let him go for the time being. Who wouldn't knock on Muyu.

The corner of the little monk's eyes slanted slightly, ha.

Han Zhoujin reminded: "Yu Yu, he is fooling you."

The little monk folded his hands together, "Song Xu is right, beautiful women can't afford it."

Song Xu said, "I never said it."

The little monk Buddha sang and said, "That's what Song Xu said in a dream."

As the only fire temple in the capital, it enshrines a **** of fire star.

The temple is not big, and it is not open to the people of the capital. Only when the capital goes by the water, or when there is a disaster in the local area, officials from the Ministry of rites will come here.

Every time Aunt Feng came to the capital to help the children preach, she stayed here.

Set up a flower shed, put a few stone benches, tonight Feng Auntie sits slightly drowsy.

Miaozhu is an old woman, just a common man, because of her age, if it weren't for the fact that there is nothing to do in the Huoshen Temple, she would have been able to change people long ago. It is said that the imperial court had planned to change temple celebrations, and files were recorded on the yamen of the Ministry of Rites, but a little girl from an eccentric background didn't come, so it stopped.

Aunt Feng held the jug with both fingers and shook it gently, listening to the beautiful sound of the hops in the jug.

The truth that the tree attracts the wind probably doesn't understand better than her in the world.

Qi Jingchun from Wensheng's line, Cui Yang from Dayi State Master, Chen Pingan from the last hermit of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and of course Ning Yao from the colorful world.

The avenue is high and it is extremely difficult to stand firm. Especially the proof of immortality? It's even more difficult. It's not even that the qualifications are not enough, the xinxing is not enough, on the contrary, just like the embroidered tiger who has enough knowledge to support the heart higher than the sky, the path he chose to take is to give up too many other paths. Cui Yang can't change the road? Naturally not. Aunt Feng took a sip of wine, probably this is unreasonable human nature, in the mud of people's hearts, blooming everywhere, the wind does not shake.

The inn was still not closed. As expected, it was the capital city. Chen Ping'an stepped into it. The old shopkeeper was a very night owl. He seemed to be reading a strange novel. The shopkeeper raised his head and found Chen Ping'an. He smiled and joked: "When did you leave the house? , There is no sound."

Chen Pingan smiled and said, "The shopkeeper, discuss something with you?"

The old man put down the books and said, "Why, plan to spend five hundred taels of silver to buy a piece in the official kiln in your hometown? Good thing, it's a good thing, it's a good thing, it's a good thing, it's easy to say, if it is a bond, give it to it, pay the money and pay goods."

Chen Ping'an said helplessly: "Well, let me take a look at the condition first."

As a result, the old shopkeeper bowed his head, and took out a large vase from the foot of the counter with a little effort. The thing bought with more than ten taels of silver was not stored.

Chen Ping'an helped to hold it carefully, bending his fingers, tapping lightly, and at the same time casually asked: "The shopkeeper is not asleep so late?"

The old man looked at the boy's eyes and face carefully. Good fellow, there are no flaws, even the look of disapproval deliberately, and he replied casually: "My girl has no home, and I went to the night market with some crazy girls. I'm here, I haven't come back yet. Anyway, it's okay. I just waited. Normally, I let the shop assistant take care of the door. In fact, in this capital, there is nothing to worry about, but I am a father and I am a late girl. , She is the youngest girl in the family, don't care about who she is, if her son dares to make such a fuss, the feather duster can't beat him to death."

Chen Pingan glanced at the old shopkeeper, who was in his 50s.

The old man smiled while frothing his beard, "Want to be my son-in-law? No, we are a small family, but we won't be wronged by our daughters. The Ming media must be married, and the eighth carrying the sedan chair walks through the front door."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "It's this old Li'er. Similarly, if I have a girl, whoever protégé on the road dares to look at her more, I will beat his parents to recognize her."

The old man nodded, chatting with the boy was comfortable, and he lay on the counter and said, "Go back, what do you say about this sale? Your boy gave you a precise word. Such an expensive item is placed on the counter and you can see it. It's easy to be thief."

Chen Ping'an raised the vase slightly, and read the bottom paragraph. It was indeed the so-called eight-character auspicious words of the old shopkeeper.

At first glance, it seems a bit like the meaning of Daoist Qingzi, such as the Yuandu Yuke, Yufengqijing, and Qingming, but in fact the second half of the sentence comes from Confucianism.

If you have to force your imagination a bit, the only weird thing is that the two characters at the beginning and the end are strung together to form the "Qing Ming" of Qing Ming.

Therefore, Chen Ping'an secretly used his supernatural powers and really took a closer look. The result was that this vase was nothing unusual, and there was no trace of a qi practitioner. Chen Ping'an was already familiar with the earthy nature of the porcelain, so he still left. The number of refining ways of the natal thing belonging to the five elements is still unaware of the deep meaning. This means that this vase has not been handed by the senior at least, but it is indeed an official kiln made by the dragon kiln in the hometown. This inn is actually very fate.

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "The shopkeeper, the goods are not bad after opening the door. In the future, find someone who is knowledgeable and does not lack money in his pocket. If the other party is unprofitable and dares to ask for less than five hundred taels of silver, your boss can curse and spray him. With a spit on the face, I am absolutely not guilty. Then there is this eight-character Jiyu style, which has a background and is very unusual. It is very likely that it was taken from the pavilion body of the Zhao family in Tianshui during the Yuanshou period. "

Seeing that the old man did not seem to be fake, he was overjoyed, and the boy said, "The shopkeeper, I plan to stay in the capital for a few more days, and then I will live here..."

The old man just put the vase back under the counter carefully, and immediately said after hearing the words: "Three hundred taels of silver, I will sell you! The sale is settled, and you will be free of all the money for staying in the inn these days."

Chen Ping'an said helplessly: "Treasurer, you really want to go wrong."

The old man stretched out his hand, "Don't say it, I'm a lax mouth, maybe the inn will have several more empty rooms tomorrow."

Compete with me for experience in the arena? Your kid is still a little tender.

Chen Ping'an's eyes lit up, and he first reached out and grabbed the palm of the old shopkeeper, and then he was about to take out his sleeves and pay.

The old shopkeeper was taken aback, shaking his hands vigorously and pulling out, smiling: "Forget it, I don't think you are like a rich person. The capital is expensive. Besides, such a large object is not easy to carry..."

Chen Ping'an smiled knowingly, calmly, sullenly, and continued to talk a few words, and the old shopkeeper waved his hand, categorically saying: "Stop talking!"

Ning Yao suddenly appeared at the door, and then... his own husband came from Dadu in central Aquarius.

Chen Ping'an walked out of the threshold quickly and bowed, "I have seen Mr."

The old scholar smiled and grabbed the closed disciple's arm, "Go, go to your house for a drink."

Chen Ping'an said heartily: "It's actually just a room."

The old scholar stomped his feet and was heartbroken. This gentleman, I am a bitch!

The old scholar immediately turned his head and said to Ning Yao: "Ning girl, unfortunately, I have to meet someone. It's not too late to come back for a drink tomorrow. Maybe the day after tomorrow will be the day after tomorrow. There is no accurate number. Don't wait for me... ."

Ning Yao shook his head and smiled: "No, there are a lot of empty rooms in the inn."

Chen Ping An and the old scholar looked at each other and sighed at the same time.

With a sad look in his eyes, I really blamed my husband today, and a man full of guilt, I blamed me, my husband can't help you.

Then Chen Ping'an couldn't help laughing, "Sir, go for a drink."

The old scholar nodded, "Good good."

Only when the drink is high, there is a chance to remedy it.

It was just that Chen Ping'an turned his head suddenly, and saw a young girl jumping on the street.

I saw her eyebrows.

Chen Ping'an stared blankly, first turned his head suddenly, glanced at the direction of Ren Yun Yiyun Tower, and then retracted his gaze, with red eyes and trembling lips, as if to raise his hand to greet the girl, but he didn't dare.

Even the old scholar and Ning Yao looked at each other, not knowing what was going on.

In Chen Ping'an's life, after he learned boxing and left his hometown, there were only a handful of such gaffes, maybe even... he never had it?

Chen Ping An raised his arm, wiped his eyes, and then squeezed out a smiling face, took a few steps forward, and quietly waited for the girl.

many years ago.

Someone is about to die, she said, I wish Mr. Chen, and the girl you like, a goddess and family.

The haggard Mr. accountant said that he would like to see Miss Su by chance.

She finally said, tens of thousands, don't Mr. Chen not recognize me at that time?

That's only Chen Ping's matter many years ago, but it was a girl's previous life.

Tonight, the girl who came home in the middle of the night gradually slowed down, thinking that the man in the green shirt standing at the door of her store was so strange that she stared at her in a daze. Isn't she a disciple?

The girl saw the man raise his hand, smiled and waved, and said in a trembled voice: "Hello, my name is Chen Ping An, the one that is peaceful and peaceful."

The girl was silent for a moment, and then suddenly shouted: "Father, a gangster molested me!"

The old shopkeeper rushed out of the inn and said angrily: "Don't talk nonsense, it's a guest in our shop."

The girl gave a cry. When she passed by the guy, she turned sideways and walked slowly, and then suddenly ran into the inn at a fast pace. When she reached Dad's side, she turned her head and glanced curiously, the man in the blue shirt, standing still , Turned her back to her, stretched out her hand to cover her face, shaking her shoulders slightly, then turned her head and smiled brilliantly with her.

Alas, it's uglier to laugh than to cry.

What a weird person.

Dad is also true, how come to have such a customer.

The old scholar sat on the steps, smiling and not talking. I guessed the truth roughly.

Chen Ping An took a deep breath, turned his head, then turned his head a moment later, and apologized to Ning Yao: "I'm sorry, don't think too much, I will tell you why later."

Ning Yao smiled and shook his head, his eyes were gentle, "It's okay."

If you are not such a person, why do I like you so much.

You are Chen Pingan and I am Ning Yao. The world loves each other for thousands of years.

Chapter end