Sword of Coming Chapter 943

Lu Chen followed out of the plaque "Qianqiu", and the couplet was just a pavilion with the word "Meng Wake". After walking down the steps, he turned his head and took a look.

I don't know when it will be the next time I revisit the old place.

"The identity of the old master Yao, the master of our kiln, was already known when you set up the fortune-telling booth back then?"

"Pan Dao was not sure about Yao's identity at the time, so I could only guess a little bit. Deducing the secrets in the Lizhu Cave is the most thankless and it is easy to backfire."

"Then do you think Mr. Qi knows?"

"Qi Jingchun stayed in the Lizhu Cave for a long time, and he has the identity of a saint. Most of it has been known for a long time. Therefore, I have been rehearsing the matter afterwards, especially after a long time. Accident."

The small town has accumulated three thousand years of huge calamity, and the cause and effect of all the local people in the small town are destined to be inevitable and will never fall in the empty place, but those who are willing to clean up this mess, in fact, in addition to the Confucian Qi Jingchun, there are many others. Old man Yao, whose background is hidden, comes from a Western Buddhist country.

So Qi Jingchun was planning to take Zhao Yao out of Lizhu Cave at the beginning. Either he knew the matter, so he could leave with confidence, or he was sure of the matter, but he didn't change his original intention. He just used a blinding method. As for the reason, it's probably the town. The four-character plaque of that crab shop is out, do your part?

To put it simply, in Lu Chen's view, it was like he, senior brother Yu Dou, and the whole Bai Yujing were all smashed by Old Man Yao.

However, Lu Chen was convinced that since his skills were not as good as others, he stood obediently and was beaten right away.

As Lu Chen himself said, it was still too big. Before he left, the mentality of dream interpretation and being brought together was far from enough, but he thought that he had paid enough attention to it. In fact, he still underestimated the background of the Lizhu Cave. And the complexity of many contexts.

"The Confucian Temple looked at Mr. Qi back then, did it look like Mr. Bai traveled far to Fuyao Zhou with a sword?"

"Well, it's a bit like it, so that's why the little master of the Confucian Temple sighed like that."

"The real murderous intent, seems to be due to Mr. Yu Qi's sacrifice of the second natal character? Is Bai Yujing's avenue so big?"

"This is a muddle-headed account of the public saying that the public is reasonable and the wife is reasonable."

On the journey, the boy in Nipingxiang has never taken the initiative to go to any Confucian academy, any Taoist temple or temple with a lot of incense.

The first time an exception was made, it seemed to be the Xinxiang Temple in the blessed land of lotus roots. I often chatted with the old monk and talked about common things. And later the Qingluan Kingdom Jingui Guan, participated in the first mountain ceremony in his life. Except for the Shanya Academy, which was founded by Mr. Qi himself, it was only later that as a hermit, he participated in the discussions of the Chinese-Turkish Confucian Temple.

Before that, the straw-shoe boy at that time was like a frog at the bottom of a well. He saw that the water and moon at the bottom of the well did not see the sky, or the sky when he looked up was only the head of the well.

"Then why are you still willing to hand over a round of bright moon and Haocai in the wild world to Qingming World, where Brother Yu has been sitting for a hundred years?"

"Two things, Yu Dou is unwilling to borrow a sword to Mr. Bai across the world."

"When someone was a visitor to Bai Yujing, he said something strange to Pang Dao, saying that when brother Yu Dou was in charge of Bai Yujing, on the roads of Qingming world, the wheels did not know how many roadside flowers and plants were crushed. Drivers are regarded as ordinary. Peng Dao has not yet figured out what he meant by this sentence? Of course, it's not that Peng Dao doesn't even understand the literal meaning, but it's strange who he is talking about?"

"It's a ghost who is very afraid of ghosts and then finally stopped being afraid of ghosts. In the end, it doesn't seem to matter whether it is afraid or not."

Chen Pingan and Lu Chen just chatted all the way, and walked back to the yard together, even the Qingtong and Nen Taoist did not see anything unusual.

Before going down the mountain, Chen Pingan sent a gift to the Loushan Patriarch Hall of the Huangliang School to congratulate the young Jindan on his successful peak.

It is an arrow of a seal carved cloud-shaped talisman with the word "time" inscribed. It comes from the jade city of the cloud-print dynasty in the wild world, and its cause and effect has been erased by Chen Ping'an, who possessed a fourteen-level Taoist method at that time.

Anyway, it is much more valuable than two Guyu coins.

Earlier on the side of Emperor Huang Cong, Chen Ping'an also gave a gift to celebrate the restoration of Mengliang Kingdom.

A piece of bright red ink on the mountain as a gift to the young emperor, with three golden words, "Treasure as gold".

In addition, Chen Pingan also gave the young emperor a bamboo pen with the inscription "Everlasting Green", secretly made by the Beiyue Mountain Monarch Mansion in Yunshan Mountain.

It is rumored that the green bamboo used to make bamboo pipes comes from the green bamboo of the Qingshen Mountain in the Zhuhai Dongtian of Zhongtu. Therefore, the number is very small and extremely rare. In the Beiyue area of ​​Dayi, those who have good deeds have carefully counted them. After so many night outings and banquets, the number of bamboo pens presented by Shanjun Weibo will definitely not exceed ten.

Ni Yuanzhan plans to stay in the boundary of Mengliang Country for a while longer than expected before returning to the blessed land of Jiang's Cloud Grottoes.

Of course, it was to give the golden pill, just to whom, Ni Yuanzhan had his own plan, and the old Guanzhu left a clue back then.

Just this matter, there is no need to talk to outsiders.

As for Chen Ping'an and Lu Chen, if both parties can accurately calculate the trend of the matter based on their own ability, it does not matter that there is an old watcher, and then act without scruples, then it has nothing to do with Lu Sheng.

Chen Ping'an learned that Master Ni was going to stay here, so he proceeded along the way and suggested that Master Ni be the honorable guest of the Huangliang School.

Ni Yuanzhan didn't care about this. After thinking about it, he agreed and said with a smile: "Patriarch Jiang and Yunku Fudi, there is a good word from Shanzhu Lao Chen to help."

Chen Ping'an nodded and said, "I think it is not a big problem. I will personally write a letter to Jiang's ancestral hall."

In addition, Chen Ping'an left a handwritten "Book of Taoism" for Lou Shan, which he entrusted to Ni Fuzi to pass it on.

It is said that it is a senior on the mountain, who once practiced here, and now this book is waiting for those who are predestined.

As for whether it will happen, Chen Pingan is not sure. An opportunity is never determined.

Chen Pingan and Guo Zhujiu chatted for a while, and then they were about to leave Loushan and return to Tongyezong.

Lu Chen squatted under the eaves and looked at the Tsing Yi boy with a smile.

Chen Lingjun hid behind his husband, and silently told himself not to think about anything.

The young emperor found Gao Zhen, thanked him sincerely, apologized again, and left Loushan.

Mengliang Country West Yuesongshan Meishan Jun, and Mochizuki River Goddess Nalan Yuzhi, of course need to be responsible for escorting the emperor back to Beijing.

For the young emperor, this trip did not really participate in the climbing trip to observe the ceremony. For the young emperor, it was an extremely pleasant surprise, and it was a rewarding experience.

Because Chen Lingjun will serve as the royal worship of the Mengliang Kingdom, when the ceremony is over, Chen Lingjun will need to take a trip to the capital to become the royal worship of a country, which is no small matter.

What's more, now there is an additional process, which needs to be filed at Dafu Academy.

Gao Zhen and Loushan Patriarch's Hall were overjoyed when they learned that a Jade Pure Realm Swordsman was willing to serve as a famous guest of the Huangliang Sect.

As for the "Book of Taoism", Gaozheng knows the importance and the rules of the mountain, and will not publicize it. It will only continue to be placed in a corner of the bookshelf, and really wait for the destined person.

Gao Zhen also said sincere words to the young hidden official, "Mr. Chen actually doesn't need to be like this. This kind of opportunity is clearly lying under our noses, but our Huangliang faction has missed it for many years, whether it is Mr. Chen. , Or that Li Huai, whether it was taking this book secretly or taking it down the mountain with dignity, I dare not say that the whole Huangliang faction has no complaints in his heart, just say that I sit back and there will never be anything wrong with it. think."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "It is precisely because Headmaster Gao can say this that I will give this book to Headmaster Gao, and believe that someday there will be someone from the Huangliang faction who might get this opportunity."

Sit back and no longer pretend to say anything, just sigh, "If everyone can practice in this way, the mountain is really a mountain."

The young Taoist priest named Lu Fu nodded vigorously and said, "Who said it wasn't."

At the same time, the young Taoist priest also stretched out his hand to hold down the head of the boy in Tsing Yi next to him, and accompanied him to pecking rice with his chicks.

The boy in Tsing Yi grinned and endured.

Wait until Lu Zhangjiao has returned to Qingming World, and then he will do care about it.

Lunar New Year's Eve, Luopo Mountain.

Before the New Year's Eve dinner, Nuanshu had been busy all day, early this morning, before the sky was dark, the girl in the pink skirt began to clean all the houses on the Luopo Mountain, and after the work, she carried a bamboo. Lan, walked down the mountain with Mr. Zhu. When he reached the gate of the mountain, Nuan Shu first greeted Taoist Chief Xianwei, and then hung the sword talisman of Longquan Sword Sect at his waist before Yufeng went to the town. In addition to the master's ancestral house on Ni Ping Alley, Nuan Shu also has to go to the house on the east side of the town. Mr. Zheng has not returned from a long journey. When my sister went to the new site of Jianzong in Longquan, Liu Xianyang left the key to Nuan Shu, the little butler of Luopo Mountain. After working on this with Mr. Zhu, in the afternoon, I had to help the master to go to the grave. In the bamboo basket, besides a handful of incense, there was also a white porcelain plate with a few slices of tofu and a piece of meat. The glutinous rice cakes were all prepared by Mr. Zhu on the mountain. Although there has always been a woman who doesn't go to the grave in his hometown, Mr. Zhu said it's okay. In the past, when Pei Qian and Xiao Mi Li were in the mountains, they were always inseparable and would be busy together. This year they both went to Tongyezhou Xiandu Mountain.

Then I returned to the small town, at the ancestral house in Niping Lane, where I began to post Spring Festival couplets, the Chinese characters for Spring, and the Chinese characters for blessing.

After obtaining the consent of the master before, Nuan Shu will also help the house next door to put on new blessing characters and spring festival couplets.

Then return to the mountain with Mr. Zhu Yufeng and continue to be busy. Mr. Zhu began to wear an apron and got busy in the kitchen.

Tomorrow is the first day of the first month of the new year. According to the rules of the master's hometown, every household will set up broomsticks and can rest for a day without doing anything. According to the old saying in the town, otherwise it will be very toiled throughout the year.

On the lotus root blessed land, Pei Xiang, the lord of the fox country, and Shui Jiao Hongxia, were all called by Zhu Lian to the Luopo Mountain before the meal.

And the new janitor who never slowed down in the wind, the sun and the rain, the Daoist Chief Xianwei, had already gone up the mountain to eat and drink.

In the future, no one will rob me of this position. I'm sorry, even if the king of heaven comes, I don't want to move.

You have to be conscientious. You are not a sword immortal, or a master of martial arts, or you are a master of cultivating gods. Do you have the face to rob me of such trivial things as gatekeepers? !

Who, have the ability to stand up, come and come, confront me, Master Dao, I don't say anything...just go to Chen Shanzhu to help preside over justice.

Xianwei mountain early in the morning, the old cook was going to make that New Year's Eve dinner, Xianwei helped the little warm tree, and put up the spring festival couplets together with the ladder.

With hands and feet, Xian Wei is still happy to help with this trivial matter.

Besides, Master Dao, my eyes are like a torch, how can I not see how important the little warm tree is on Chen Shanzhu's side?

I have to say that the little warm tree often comes to the gate of the mountain, bringing some cakes to eat, two small food boxes, the one that is full and the one that is empty is brought back to the mountain.

People's hearts are all flesh-grown, and Dao Master Xianwei feels warm in his heart.

After so many years of wandering, I have been stunned, and I have suffered too much. If my life experience can be opened up in the old account books, what is written on the upper page is not money, too poor, and the price has risen again, not to mention it. I can't afford to live in the Xianjia Inn, and I dare not even approach the gate there. In the shop at the Xianjia Ferry, I only dare not touch it. It seems that people are often looked down upon, and I can't blame them all... The three words "helpless".

I finally found a place to stay. I thought I was living under the fence with my tail sandwiched. I didn't want to be angry. I never wanted to be here. I really didn't feel wronged at all. I didn't think I would be transported by Xianwei. If Xiao Nuanshu was bullied by someone in the future, I was a little bit wronged. Lao Tzu is not good at fighting, but he must be the first to scold him.

Especially the puns of the girl in the pink skirt, who heard the Taoist name Immortal Wei, the fake Taoist priest of the real year, almost shed tears on the spot.

"Our family has a good year this year, and I hope that next year it will be even better. I believe it will definitely be even better!"

Zhu Lian also called to the back mountain, like a young girl from the Cao clan with a pair of biren. Everyone had a lively New Year's Eve dinner, and after a long time, the pair of Bi people from the Shangzhu Kingdom of Dali were no longer as cautious as they were when they first went up the mountain.

Cen Yuanji went to his home in Zhoucheng. Zhu Lian didn't call anyone at Qilong Lane.

Shi Rou has already regarded the shop over there as a home. Pei Qian's big disciple, that little dumb boy, is not too happy to come to this side of the mountain, so he can just have a New Year's Eve dinner together with the white-haired boy who named himself Cui Peanut, the shop next door, and the others. The table is big.

After the New Year's Eve dinner, Zhu Lian and Nuan Shu cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks. Pei Xiang wanted to intervene, but was stared at by a certain lover and had to give up.

Then it was the night watch.

On the other side of the town, the old people walked and moved, and now few households have the custom of asking for supper.

Little Nuanshu is going to watch the night on the first floor of the bamboo building. In fact, she is not alone. The girl in the pink skirt is sitting by the brazier, and the little lotus girl is lying on her head, reading together.

Xianwei had eaten, and hurried down the mountain, also reading while watching the night.

Zheng Dafeng, the former janitor, left a "mountain of books", and Xianwei couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

The Dafeng brother, who has not yet met, is a role model for our generation.

Now that he was here, Hong Xia went to Huanghu Mountain to watch the night with Yunzi in the Shui Mansion.

On the side of Zhu Lian's yard, there was an old blanket on the deck chair.

It's just that Zhu Lian sat on the bamboo chair beside him, took a hand stove, and let Pei Xiang lie down on the wicker chair.

Pei Xiang lay down comfortably, with his hands gently stacked, smiling and squinting a pair of Qiushui eyes, and asked casually: "Eating New Year's Eve dinner and vigil with others is an unimaginable thing."

Zhu Lian smiled and said, "It is an unimaginable thing to wait until the new thing is not new, and it can be as usual."

Pei Xiang turned to his side, folded his hands, his cheeks pressed against the back of his hands, "Anyway, there is no one around, show me?"

Seeing that the guy was not talking and pretending to be deaf, Pei Xiang said to him: "Make sure you don't use your hands and feet, you just have an eye addiction."

Zhu Lian did not squint, smiled and said, "Where's whoring me?"

Pei Xiang exhaled and stared: "What are you talking about, I'll forget it if you are disgusting, how can there be someone who disgusts yourself so much."

Zhu Lian chuckled.

Pei Xiangrou said: "Yan Fang, can you tell me a story casually?"

Zhu Lian laughed and said, "Come again?"

Pei Xiang complained: "Can you be more serious?"

"Serious? You have to talk about the patriarch's intention to come from the west. For thousands of years, so many Buddhist dragons and elephants have only published a scripture."

Zhu Lian thought for a while, and then said, "Peixiang, you should know that the first ancestor of Zen in the vast world was actually the 28th ancestor of the Western Buddhist countries. He was ranked according to the preferences of us vulgar sons? Um, with a confused face, it seems that you don't know it. I used to read a novel about gods and monsters in my hometown of Fudi. It is an unknown name. At first glance, it seems to worship the Buddha, but it is actually a derogation to the Buddha. As for looking back now, it's hard to say. It's probably a middle-earth monk who made a great aspiration to go to the Western Buddhist country to obtain the truth. Later, the first ancestor and second ancestor of Zen made things difficult and gave the Wuzi Jingshu, and the monk used the precious things on his body to exchange for the "Truth Sutra". I was a teenager at that time, not familiar with world affairs, and didn't read much. Seeing this, I can't wait to find out that nasty “anonymous” and hit it. I just feel that Lao Tzu has a hard time stubbornly seeing the end of a book. You, the storyteller, will show me this in the end. What? I didn't realize the meaning until I was middle-aged. The monk got the wordless Buddhist scriptures first. Is it true or false? Later, the true scriptures with words are really true? Need to know Zen Buddhism. One line, it's just that there is no writing, so don't teach it to other people. It's just that when I am old and add again, there will be questions again. Could it be that this monk has already seen through this difficulty at that time, just because he thinks that one person becomes a Buddha, and it is not as good as a multitude to become a Buddha. For ordinary people, it may still need some stages and steps, such as paving roads and bridges? So you see, the future generations of Zen will not have the orthodox struggle for the position of the sixth ancestor, which separates the Nanzong Epiphany and The Northern Sect gradually realized the two veins? Although it was said that the person was divided into the Southern Sect and the Northern Sect, the law was not divided into the Southern Sect and the Northern Sect. Locally, there is a thousand-year-old temple at the foot of Nanping Mountain, and the plaque has the four characters "with equality", which is great."

Pei Xiang listened intently.

Zhu Lian smiled and said, "Everything that works is like a dreamy bubble, like a dew or electricity, you should observe it like this."

Pei Xiang smiled and said, "I still know this sentence."

Zhu Lian shook his head and said, "We have only heard of it, but we don't really know."

Pei Xiang smiled and said, "You have the final say."

Zhu Lian held the stove, "I will test you with a puzzle? What kind of flower grows under the ground."

Pei Xiang mistakenly thought it was the mysterious problem of attacking the front, shook his head, lest he laughed generously.

Zhu Lian smiled and said, "It's peanuts."

Pei Xiang was speechless for a while.

Zhu Lian laughed and said, "Our millet grains are still amazing."

"There is one of the beautiful things in the world, but the least pleasing to the eyes. Guess what is it?"

Zhu Lian asked and replied: "Sleep and get back to sleep."

After a ferry crossing the continent, it was like a new small hill appeared, Zhou Mili, Chai Wu, Bai Xuan, Sun Chun Wang, and they were already very familiar with each other.

In Bai Xuan's words, it is Sun Chun Wang, a dead fish-eyed girl, only when we reach the right guardian side, will she have a smiling face that is more ugly than crying.

On the side of Luopo Mountain, he secretly sealed himself a mountain patrol officer's millet grains, and patrolled the mountain twice in the morning and evening, but he couldn't move it.

When you arrive at the Mixue Peak of Xiandu Mountain, the millet will go to Fengyuan Ferry, or go out twice in the morning and evening, but it is slightly different from Luopo Mountain. In Luopo Mountain, after patrolling the mountain, go to Pei Qian and Nuanshu sister. They are playing stubbornly, on the side of Xiandu Mountain, but on the other side of the ferry, spinning around the wind and kite ferry.

A little girl in black, carrying a cotton bag cross-body, carrying a golden pole on her shoulder, holding a green bamboo stick, and not boarding the ferry, she just had fun near the ferry, eating melon seeds, piling stones, skipping grids, and going down the mountain early in the morning every day. At noon, I went back to the mountain for a meal, and after the meal, I went down the mountain quickly.

Bai Xuan often walked down Mixue Peak with Xiaomi Li, wandering around the ferry, but did not delay complaining, "Mi Dajianxian is retreating on his own site. What are you worried about? Don't talk about the big white goose. And Pei Qian, just as a guest here, there are those of Tieshu Mountain in Middle Earth, Ye Yunyun of Yuncaotang in Pushan, and Huangting of Taiping Mountain. They are one by one, which one can't fight? Who dares? Come to our Xiandu Mountain and disturb Mi Dajianxian's retreat? Those who are celebrating the New Year, come here to beg for a fight, right?"

Millet just grinned and didn't explain anything.

Later, Bai Xuan talked a lot, and the millet grains were still not annoying at all, but with a flash of inspiration, he said to Bai Xuan, "It's easy to do good things, but it's not a good thing."

At that time, Bai Xuan hugged the back of his head with his hands, and walked on the mountain road with a big surprise.

The millet cracked loudly.

Sister Nuanshu said it, borrowed it and used it.

Bai Xuan couldn't help asking again: "Since I am in a hurry and want to go to the ferry, why don't you even go up and down the mountain?"

Xiao Mi Li explained in a serious manner: "The sky is the wind, that is to watch the mountains, not to patrol the mountains."

Bai Xuan thought for a long time, but he couldn't refute it.

Today, after Bai Xuan finished his sword training on the mountain, he came to the ferry from Yufeng from Mixuefeng, sat on the railings of the ferry with the millet grains, and ate melon seeds. After a long time, from sunset to dusk Bai Xuan raised his head and looked at the sky, and said, "Guardian right, when will you go back to the mountain?"

According to the meaning of that big white goose, if Lord Hermit returns to Xiandu Mountain today, we will have a New Year's Eve dinner, otherwise we will have the rest.

Millet scratched his face and said, "I plan to go back later today."

Bai Xuan said: "I have to go back to the mountain to practice the sword. Are you afraid to go back alone?"

The millet grains laughed, Bai Xuan, you know how to tell jokes now.

Bai Xuan went back first, pinched a sword tactic, and returned to Mixue Peak in a cool and unrestrained manner.

On the side of Mixue Peak, the fairy of Tieshushan with the road name "Dragon Gate", and Huang Ting keenly noticed that there was a sharp and pure sword intent on the side of the ferry almost at the same time, but it was only fleeting.

An immortal and a sword repairman in the Jade Pure Realm, both sides were extremely surprised. It took only a few days to retreat? Not only did Na Miyu succeed in breaking the boundary, but also so quickly, he has stabilized the state of mind?

One sighed that Mi Jianxian was indeed a local sword repairman of the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

One admired that Miyu deserves to have the nickname of Mi Zhanyao, no wonder he can enter the summer residence.

Mi Dajianxian, in a snow-white robe, walked out of the ferry house and looked up at a house on Mi Xuefeng. He was stunned. Then Mi Yu immediately retracted his gaze and saw the small figure jumping alone near the ferry.

Mi Yu's eyes softened all of a sudden.

With a lightly tapped toe, her figure floated towards the black-clothed girl, fearing to scare her, she landed not far in front of her, and smiled: "Guardian right, well, you are still patrolling the mountain so late."

The millet grains were full of spirits, and quickly ran to Mi Yu, "Mi Dajianxian, what a coincidence, I just want to return to Mixue Peak. If you are a little later, it will be a little while, you can't see me here. I can only meet on the mountain."

Mi Yu suddenly said: "So it's a coincidence."

Seeing how the little girl wanted to ask but didn't dare to ask, Mi Yu squinted and said with a smile: "Finally break through."

The millet grain immediately embraced the golden pole and the green bamboo stick, both hands stretched out their thumbs, and wowed, "Awesome!"

One big and one small, slowly walk towards Xiandu Mountain together.

Miyu asked: "Xiao Mi Li, you know everyone in Luopo Mountain, of course including me, do we all like you?"

Millet's footsteps are brisk, her shoulders swayed, "Of course I know."

My little head is so brilliant.

Mi Yu nodded and said, "That's it."

Millet hesitated for a while, and said softly, "But being liked is a very rare thing that needs to be cherished. Alas, it's harder than not being hated, so it's not something that can be shown off. It should be just a happy thing hidden in the heart, and then occasionally when you are in a bad mood, when you open the door, you will be happy, and when you open the door, you will be in a good mood, so it's called'happy'."

After holding his hands, Mi Yu squinted his eyes, "This truth, I don't think the Hidden Officer can tell."

Xiao Mi Li smiled and said: "Pei Qian always said that I am a sycophant, Mi Dajianxian, what do you learn from me."

Of course Miyu knows that the millet grains must have been waiting outside these days.

I hope Miyu will be able to open the door

I saw someone waiting for myself.

It is rare to see in the mountains under the awe-inspiring world.

In the hometown where Jian Xiu died, there were no graves, even more so.

And millet is an exception, she is not waiting for a broken sword fairy.

She was just waiting for Yu Mi, it was that simple.

Mi Yu's eyes were gentle, he squatted down, and said softly, "Xiao Mi Li, thank you."

Xiao Mi Li grinned, "Thank me for what I did, Mi Dajian was so polite that I almost made me angry."

The little girl in black scrambled her face and shook her head, "When I get angry, it can be fierce. Good people and mountain owners must be afraid!"

Xiao Mi Li said in a low voice: "Yu Mi, in fact, I also want to thank you."

"Why?"

"If I say it, remember to keep it secret."

"Yeah. Make sure not to talk about it on the Hidden Officer's side."

"I used to be a door **** for Pei Qian at home. Alas, every time Pei Qian sees me, she won't be as happy as you."

Speaking of this, Xiao Mi Li hurriedly raised his head, "Don't misunderstand, I am not saying that the money is not good, the money is very good, it is good in every way, if I treat the money well, I will say one by one. Come out, huh, I'm really not bragging, I can walk all the way to Mixuefeng's house, I can't finish talking, it's just a small thing the size of a fingernail, there is no more than a meter as good as you. Ha, everyone in the future You have to follow me and call you Mi Dajianxian."

Mi Yu was speechless.

His mother, even Mi Yu, a slumber among the flowers, wanted to settle down at this moment, and quickly find a good girl, married a family wife, and gave birth to a baby girl like millet grains.

Mi Xuefeng, a house.

The boy in white sits on the railing, like a white cloud that stops.

Under the eaves of the tall building, a large string of wooden signs, such as hanging wind chimes, were filled with the names of words, and the wooden signs were lightly bumped when the wind blew them.

There is that autumn, eyebrows, earning evil, the mountains are turning green, the water dragons are singing, the eyes are charming, the more leaky, the water is tuned, the divination is slow, the age is long, the flowers and snow are all over the mountains, the lotus leaves are covering the water, the spring is from the sky Coming up, dreaming, the storm is set, good things are coming...

A Xianjia ferry belonging to the imperial family of Mengliang Kingdom slowly lifted off. Huangliang Sect had a private Xianjia ferry in the history, which is the predecessor of the Xianqiong Ferry on Yunxia Mountain today. Before Yunxia Mountain changed the name of the ferry In fact, the ferry is called Touqidu. With the decline of the Huangliang School of incense, first the Touqidu was gradually abandoned because it was unable to make ends meet. Later, it was leased to Yunxia Mountain. Later, it was simply bought by Yunxia Mountain. It is a idiotic dream to want to buy back the Ferry Crossing from Yunxia Mountain now, so the Huangliang faction has always wanted to open a new ferry crossing, but it is too difficult. It is very likely that there are two huge Xianjia ferry crossings at the same time, and it is easy for Yunxia Mountain and Huangliang School to have a series of mountain disputes.

Therefore, His Majesty the Emperor was also very embarrassed before. The palms and backs of the hands were all fleshy. After all, he couldn't be too eccentric to the Huangliang School. Besides, Yunxia Mountain was still a hilltop of the sect candidate, just like the embarrassment before the head of the sect. Can be bright but pretend to be stupid.

But before going down the mountain today, the young emperor was not at all embarrassed. He promised that he would allocate a part of Jitian outside the capital to the Huangliang Sect to build a Xianjia Ferry in the name of “rental”. For example, the ritual system of Liwen temples has to be prescriptive and exquisite only in terms of direction. It must be located in the "seismic position" of the capital. As for the size of the Jitian, as long as it guarantees a thousand acres, it will have a certain degree of flexibility. However, Gao Zhen did not agree to the matter, saying that this was too arousing jealousy, and said with a smile, if the old palm of Yunxia Mountain in the mountain knew the law of the old man who came to observe the ceremony, he would not just throw his sleeves and leave? Therefore, sitting back is only asking for a piece of land with good aura to be opened as a ferry in the Xiyue boundary of Lord Meishan.

Inside a house on the ferry, the decoration was simple, and the young emperor began to read the memorials, occasionally laughing and cursing.

Nalan Yuzhi teased: "If the head of the high school is in the officialdom, how can he be a six-book book."

Mei Shanjun stared at her, Your Majesty is dealing with official duties, what are you doing?

Huang Cong put down the pen, rubbed his wrist, glanced at the memorial hill that had been processed, then glanced at the pile of mountains on the side, and shook his head helplessly. It was not only mental work, but also physical work.

Nalan Yuzhi smiled and asked, "Your Majesty, what do you think when you see the hidden official?"

Huang Cong smiled and said: "It feels more contradictory. Mr. Chen is sitting in distress. When talking to people seriously, he will feel that the summer heat is unavoidable. But when Mr. Chen is chatting with people, like a spring breeze, he will feel relaxed and comfortable. "

Nalan Yuzhi said, "I only have one perception."

Huang Cong curiously said, "Talk about it."

Nalan Yuzhi said: "Young hidden official, seems a little afraid of me?"

Mr. Meishan said in a bad temper: "You can't say it because of you."

Huang Cong laughed loudly and said, "I'm on Meishan Jun's side for this matter. Mr. Chen is called a righteous person to drive Fendai."

Jun Mei Shan said with a stern look: "Your Majesty, do you need to ask the Inspection Department of the Criminal Department to investigate the roots and feet of Lu Fu? I think this guy is acting too absurdly, unlike..."

When Nalan Yuzhi saw that Mr. Meishan was brewing his words, he said, "I don't look like a serious person."

Jun Meishan nodded and said: "But he doesn't look like a bad person. After all, he followed Chen Yinguan to climb the mountain and watch the salute."

Huang Cong shook his head, leaned on the back of the chair, stretched his arms, that is, Jun Mei is here. If only the water **** empress of the Mochizuki River was present, the young emperor could not wait to raise his feet, put them on the table, and wave his hands: "There is no need for extra branches. , It's just a passerby on the mountain, and it's hard to meet again if you pass by."

Nalan Yuzhi couldn't help but smile and said, "Why does Chen Jianxian have such a nonchalant friend?"

Interesting is really interesting, dare to say anything, bragging is not costly.

Huang Cong thought for a while, "I always feel that they don't look like friends, it's just a feeling anyway."

The young emperor was suddenly annoyed, "I knew that I was in Loushan, so I should have asked Mr. Chen to help me write down the 'book samples' in the auspicious language for the opening of the Spring of Mengliang Country this year."

The monarchs of all countries in the world have the custom of welcoming the New Year, and the emperor needs to stay up for the world.

Halfway through the age, when the New Year comes, there will be the **** with the eunuch's palm seal holding a white jade candle to illuminate the emperor, and the **** will hand a royal pen to the eunuch. In the auspicious words of "New Year, Vientiane Renewal", "Haiyan Heqing, Shihe Nianfeng, and Spring Festival Happy", posting these auspicious notes in several important halls of the inner court is called "opening the pen."

The emperor symbolically scanned the New Year's calendar compiled by Qin Tianjian, which means that the monarch of a country has provided time and saved years for the common people of a country.

Later, the words blessing, longevity, and spring will be written again to bestow courtiers.

This is also an important reason why Huang Cong left Loushan in a hurry.

Nalan Yuzhi smiled and said, "It doesn't take long to leave Loushan. You can turn the bow of the ship."

Huang Cong was obviously moved, "Is this not suitable?"

Jun Meishan noticed the emperor's sight, and said helplessly: "Your Majesty sees what I do."

Huang Cong smiled and said: "I still have a feeling, the three of us, it's just that you are the closest to Mr. Chen."

It's rare for Meishan-jun to smile all over his face.

Huang Cong turned his head and looked at the goddess of water, "Well, my flattering skill, is it perfect for me?"

Nalan Yuzhi covered her mouth and smiled, "Your Majesty is the ninth-five-year-old, why bother to please a mountain monarch."

Huang Cong nodded, "Widows really need to'please', only the people of one country."

Outside the window of the house, someone was lying on the window sill with his hands and probed his head inside. A familiar face was just a crown on his head. The fishtail crown was replaced with a lotus crown.

The young Taoist priest raised a hand, holding a rolled paper, and said with a smile: "Don't make an order to chase away guests, the poor road is here to make the emperor's wish come true. He writes auspicious words. , It's written on it, although it's not Chen Shanzhu's autograph, but you don't know that Chen Shanzhu's words are all learned from the poor Dao, do you think it's not like it? Your Majesty, you can think of it as Chen Shanzhu The real thing."

Mr. Meishan was about to shout angrily, reprimanding this completely unruly Taoist priest.

Nalan Yuzhi found it more interesting.

But the young emperor had already stood up, bowed his head towards the window and clasped his fists, "Mengliang Country Huang Cong, pay homage to Master Lu!"

Lu Chen leaned on the window sill, tilted his head, "Huh? So smart? Just say it. He has good ears and eyes. He understands everything and can see everything. The name is so good."

Fortunately, Mr. Meishan said, still calm, but Nalan Yuzhi's face was pale and colorless.

I saw the "Lu Zhangjiao" a Harrier turned over and fell to the ground, spreading the rolled paper on the table.

The sixteen characters written on the paper is really a good auspicious sentence.

The weather is smooth, the grains are abundant, the world is peaceful, the country is peaceful and the people are peaceful.

Lu Chen left the house with the young emperor and walked to the bow.

Huang Cong asked: "What is the command of Master Lu?"

Lu Chen asked with a smile: "What if the poor Dao wants you to deal with Chen Ping'an? Regardless of success or failure, I will give you a splendid wealth, how about it?"

Huang Cong just shook his head.

Lu Chen asked again: "Then if Poor Dao changed its terms, could the people living in this dream of Liang Guo live and work in peace and contentment for hundreds of years?"

Huang Cong still shook his head.

Lu Chen smiled and said, "Don't be so nervous, Pang Dao just said casually."

Huang Cong's body is still tight, unconsciously, already sweating.

Lu Chen said: "When you look back to Cao Rong, you say that Master Lu Chen has ordered and ordered him to take care of Mengliang Country. Let's take three hundred years as the deadline."

Huang Cong wanted to speak but stopped.

Lu Chen moved his sleeves with both hands, and said indifferently, "You just do it."

Huang Cong nodded, clasped his fist and said, "Thanks to Zhangjiao Lu for the decree."

Lu Chen stretched out his sleeves and leaned on the railing, "The young man smiled and went out, and the wind fell for thousands of miles. Now the blue shirt is back with his sword, and the mountains and rivers are full of spring breeze. I don't know what the prime of life and the old age are."

With the world as a cage, the bird has nowhere to escape.

In the world, the young man thinks the most innocent.

The beauty gave me the wrong knife.

Jianqi Great Wall Jianqi is near.

Going into the depths of the lotus root by mistake, observe Taoism, Taoism and Taoism.

Drawing the ground by myself is a prison, and I have been dealing with me for a long time.

The distant tourists looked up and saw the moon in their hearts.

Learning is the hardest to sail at night, to travel in the opposite direction of life, and to travel at night with candles.

The sword repairs the lack of ground, and the heavenly man chooses the official.

Looking at the lives of others is like turning a book, so what about the next book?

Lu Chen took out a pot of wine, uncovered the mud seal, took a sip of the fermented ferment, looked up at Tongyezhou to the south, then glanced at a place in Aquarius Island, and said to himself: "Fusheng Yimeng is with me I will also go to Jiuhong. I'm gone."

Finally, Lu Chen glanced again at the central part of Tongyezhou in the south. His figure turned into a rainbow and went to the sky. The third head teacher of Bai Yujing, without the Confucian accompaniment, broke through the vast world. The sky curtain, go directly to Bai Yujing under the Qingming world, and then at the highest point, I looked around, flicked my eyes, and saw where the fourteenth-level monks were located in the dojo or the current figure, whether it is hidden or open, Lu Chen With a panoramic view, he stretched his waist and murmured: "I have advanced for five hundred years of new ideas, and after the millennium, I will feel new. Ha, it's a good idea to introduce new ideas."

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