Peerless Pirates

Cuifu Temple is located on the sunny side of a slope on the south side of Pengzu Peak in Qingcheng Mountain, covering an area of ​​only three or four acres. [There are several green buildings scattered in an orderly manner, surrounded by pines and cypresses, and it is very quiet. There are dozens of Taoist temples in Qingcheng Mountain,

Cuifu Temple was originally very inconspicuous and its location was not conspicuous. However, since Qingjing Sanren, a famous female Taoist from the Quanzhen Sect, moved in two years ago, the place has become more famous.

Lang Zhengchun respected the Qingjing San people very much. After she moved into Qingcheng Mountain, Lang Zhengchun allocated two thousand taels of silver and built a palace for her behind the Taoist temple, named after the Taoist name "Qingjing", specifically for her practice. Every time Lang Zhengchun

When Zhengchun came to the mountain, he would call Qingjing San people to preach and discuss scriptures, which made Cuifu Temple famous. The name of Qingjing San people also spread throughout Shu.

Since November last year, Cuifu Temple has become more and more prosperous. One of the reasons is that the former Xixia Princess Li Yongxi entered the Taoist temple to practice and worshiped under the disciples of Qingjing Sanren. Many female pilgrims came here because of their fame and wanted to know the Taoist name.

Princess Xuanqing of Xixia. However, Xuanqing always hid in the Qingjing Hall and never discussed scriptures with pilgrims.

On the night of the assassination of the prince, the mountains were boiling, and sergeants all over the mountain were searching everywhere. Some passing sergeants also went to Cuifu Temple to inquire. Awed by the names of Qingjing San and the Xixia Princess, no one dared to break into the Taoist temple to search. Even so,

The Taoist nuns in the whole temple were shocked. When they found out that it was an assassin from Qi who assassinated the prince, the Taoist temple was closed and locked for several days, for fear that someone would break in and bring disaster to the Taoist temple.

The night was already deep, and in the side room of the Qingjing Hall, the green lantern was still burning, dancing like a bean lantern, reflecting a delicate and slightly pale pretty face. The green robe was slightly wide, covering the graceful body.

Opposite her, a white-haired Taoist nun sat with her eyes closed and her legs crossed. The Taoist nun had white hair and eyebrows, a rosy complexion, and was very kind. She looked like a fairy.

There are two female Taoist priests, an old one and a young one. One is graceful and graceful, and the other is an immortal Taoist priest. They are the descendants of Li Yongxi and Qingjing Sanren.

Holding a green-leather Taoist scripture, Li Yongxi stared at it blankly, not even turning a page for a long time. Instead, he sighed from time to time.

Sun Buer opened his eyes, "Xuanqing, are you still thinking about Ling Kongzi?" Lingkongzi was Song Zheng's Taoist name. When Song Zheng returned from Dajin, Guang Ningzi used the name "Lingkongzi"

Later, it became Song Zheng's Taoist name in Quanzhen Sect. Of course, only Changchunzi and others knew this title.

"Master, how many days is it now? There is no news about him outside?" Li Yongxi closed the Taoist Scriptures in his hand, rubbed the cover, and asked in a low voice again.

Sun Buer chuckled softly, "Silly boy, I told you a long time ago that Ling Kong Zi Ji, human beings and celestial phenomena will definitely turn danger into safety."

"All the armies of Shu are chasing him, he... where can he run to?" Li Yongxi couldn't help but feel anxious and worried as he spoke.

"So what about the army of Manchu? Can it compare to that of Dajin?" Sun Buer sighed softly, "When Junior Brother Lingkongzi was trapped in the palace of Dajin, it was really an iron wall. How could he come out differently?

?You don’t know what he is capable of? No one can trap him in this vast Qingcheng Mountain. Now, he might have run away from Qingcheng Mountain long ago, and no one from the government can find him."

Li Yongxi was quiet for a while, then suddenly said, "He was taking the prince with him. You said he didn't run away alone, so why did he take the prince with him? Did he really kidnap him?"

Sun Buer nodded gently towards Li Yongxi, "You silly boy, if he leaves the prince behind, he will really be charged with assassination. In that case, he will really be in danger of death, even if he runs back to the capital

Qi and Shu will not let him go."

"But I heard that the prince doesn't know kung fu. How could he escape with the prince?" Li Yongxi frowned again.

Sun Buer waved his hand and asked Li Yongxi to move to his side. He held Li Yongxi in his arms and stroked her hair: "You! Your brain is almost rusty. I don't know.

, I thought I was stupid." Sun Buer said lovingly, "Don't forget, Ling Kongzi is the 'Sacred Master of Time' of our Quanzhen sect, how could he be trapped so easily? You know?

Why is his Taoist name called Ling Kongzi? It’s because although his intentions are loyal and pure, his actions are erratic and confusing. You may not know his story, but your uncle Guangningzi told me all about it.

.Back in Daijin, the situation was far more critical than it is today, but Junior Brother Lingkongzi was stunned to find an opportunity, exposed the old monk, and saved the Emperor of Daijin."

As Sun Buer narrated, the original scene seemed to reappear before her eyes. Li Yongxi was in Daikin at the time, and she thought it was a chaotic time, but she never thought there were so many interesting stories in it.

After listening to the story for a while, Li Yongxi's expression relaxed and he was no longer so worried. However, another question emerged, "Why are there rumors outside that he assassinated the prince? Didn't it mean that the prince was very good to him? He always called him Master Song.

.He is a guest of the Prince's Mansion."

"There are so many lies in the world. Sometimes rumors are like the wind, blowing here and there. The truth of the rumors will always be revealed one day." Sun Buer said calmly, "No.

Is there such a saying: Duke Zhou is afraid of the day of rumors, but Wang Mang is humble and does not usurp the time."

Li Yongxi snorted lightly, nestled in Sun Buer's arms, closed his eyes, and seemed to be thinking about something. After an unknown amount of time, he slowly fell asleep.

Rubbing Li Yongxi's back, Sun Buer sighed, "This child is really pitiful. He turned out to be a man who lost his country despite being so good. That's all. He is tainted with the annoying word "love" again. This dignified child

The princess of the country cannot escape the word of love. She has no time to feel sorry for herself because of her own life experience, but instead feels sad for others."

Sun Buer looked up at the dim light, his eyes becoming clearer and clearer.

"Come on, Brother Bai, try this, how does it taste?" Song Zheng stirred up the firewood and handed a skewer of grilled fish to Lang Bochuan with a hint of pride.

"Okay!" Lang Bochuan took the grilled fish with one hand, blew it a little, and then started to take a big bite. He hadn't shaved his chin for several days, and his long beard was covered with fish crumbs. As Lang Bochuan ate, the pieces were broken.

The slag falls down.

Lang Bochuan didn't care about this. He cheered loudly while eating, and swallowed a fish weighing more than a kilogram in his stomach.

If anyone familiar with Lang Bochuan saw him at this time, they would be surprised: Is this still the same handsome, gentle and respectful prince? Why did he become so careless?

Lang Bochuan didn't care what others said at this time. He flicked the fish bone and stared at another fish on the fire rack.

Song Zheng laughed, "Brother Bai, why are you in such a hurry? Come on, I'll give you a bite of this. This is the authentic Zhuangyuan Red!"

"Okay!" Lang Bochuan shouted again, took the wine gourd thrown by Song Zheng, raised his head and took a sip, wiped his lips, and shouted happily.

The two of them are now outside a small town more than thirty miles northwest of Xindu. There is a small river here. Perhaps due to drought, the water of the river has almost stopped flowing, forming small ponds of different depths, which originally lived under water.

The fish showed its body shape.

The weather was still relatively cold, and these fish were motionless, with only their two gills flickering. Song Zheng and Lang Bochuan, the "tramps" passing by here, were naturally overjoyed and immediately set up camp.

After leaving Daxing Town, Song Zheng saw that the sergeants were searching too intensively, so he did not dare to enter the town again. Instead, he walked along the remote villages. For the first two days, the two of them rode horses. Later, they felt that the horses were too conspicuous.

So he sold the horse and exchanged it for a little donkey. Song Zheng bought some daily necessities such as clothing and salt in the town, put a ride on the little donkey's back, and let Lang Bochuan ride on it.

So, Song Zheng led the donkey and Lang Bochuan rode on it, reciting poems as they walked. You would make a couplet and I would make a line. It was so lively.

The most coquettish thing is that Song Zheng prepared a book case for Lang Bochuan. When he happened to find something, he immediately wrote it down with charcoal ash and put it in the book case. He imitated the poetry ghost Li He of the Tang Dynasty. It was really arty and elegant.

Li He was a short-lived ghost, but Lang Bochuan didn't take it seriously, but was content with it. Along the way, Lang Bochuan's injuries gradually improved and he became cheerful.

From then on, Lang Bochuan became more and more shabby, and there was a tendency of changing from a royal nobleman to a bearded guest. Song Zheng curled his lips and thought to himself, if Lang Zhengchun knew that his prince had become like this, he would not know.

Will you settle accounts with yourself?

After eating the fish, Song Zheng unloaded the package from the little donkey, opened the package, and took out a large piece of cloth. Then he found a few long branches, cut them into sticks of different lengths, and quickly tied them.

A tent was set up.

Lang Bochuan, who had already recovered his legs and feet, also followed suit. He used a small shovel to dig a pit five feet long, five feet wide and two feet deep next to the fire. Then, the two of them extinguished the fire and removed all the hot ashes.

Pile it into a pit, cover it with dense branches, and then cover it with soft weeds. A straw bed is formed.

The tent was moved above the straw bed, and both Lang Bochuan and Song Zheng got in. The two of them lay down in their clothes, and Lang Bochuan added a small quilt on top. In this way, there was a tent above and a warm straw bed below.

It won't be cold either.

Although there is no technical content in this process, you must be careful. Especially the ashes must not have sparks, otherwise the straw bed and tent will be ignited together.

There was no conversation all night. Early the next morning, the two of them continued walking along the direction. Along the way, under Song Zheng's careful care, Lang Bochuan's injuries were completely healed. Although he lost some weight, he was in good spirits. More importantly,

However, this brand-new experience allowed Lang Bochuan to understand the lives of ordinary people that he had never been exposed to.

Worry is inevitable. First, he is worried about the situation in Chengdu. Second, Lang Bochuan is disappointed by the situation of the lower class people in Shu. Even when he recited poems, he changed from the original chapter and verse to "Worry about Li Yuan in the poor years."

". The Sichuan paradise underfoot is far from the rich and peaceful land that Lang Bochuan imagined.

Song Zheng had no time to worry about whether the people of Shu were rich. What he was most concerned about was whether Lang Boyan had really rebelled.

Five days later, when Song Zheng and Lang Bochuan traveled to Hanzhou, they heard news from Chengdu Prefecture one after another. There were different opinions about the news, which made Song Zheng and Lang Bochuan feel happy and sad. The only thing they were sure of was that there were not so many sergeants searching for them anymore.

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