Sword of Coming

Down in the mountains.

The weather is refreshing. In the courtyard of a house, there is almost no place to stay. Large eyeless sieves made of bamboo and large wicker dustpans are all filled with dried red peppers, which are bright red.

In the corridor under the eaves, Zhu Lian was lying on a lounge chair, closing his eyes to relax and shaking his cattail leaf fan.

Cen Yuanji finished walking along the mountain path today and came here to sit for a while.

She liked chatting with Mr. Zhu, not only because Zhu Lian took her up the mountain and led her on the road to martial arts. On Luolu Mountain, Cen Yuanji also regarded Mr. Zhu as his only relative and elder.

The old gentleman would often advise her to go down the mountain more often and go back to her home in Zhoucheng to see her parents, saying that even if she was urged to get married, she should not be impatient, let alone treat Luolu Mountain as a place to hide and be quiet.

There are some things that cannot be avoided. Even if you can avoid the current troubles, you cannot avoid the regrets in the future.

The most futile thing in life is nothing more than regret.

A wanderer in a foreign land is like a wandering kite. Only the thoughts in my heart become the thread. If a person has no nostalgia for his family and hometown, he will really become a paper kite with its string cut off. Then all the joys and sorrows are the grass growing on the original plain, and the withering and rising is involuntarily controlled by heaven. The old man also said that Cen Yuanji was lucky because he was so close to his hometown and it was only a few steps back home. However, being close also brought worries about being too close.

The reason why Cen Yuanji likes to have heart-to-heart conversations with Mr. Zhu is probably because the old man talks with reason and never puts on the airs of his elders. He must make sure that the younger generation listens to the truth right away.

Zhu Lianxiao asked: "Yuanji, how many punches have you accumulated over the years?"

Cen Yuanji replied: "As of the beginning of this year, the number of punches reached two million, and I stopped counting after that."

Zhu Lian asked again: "Why don't you count? Do you think it is boring to remember this, or did you suddenly forget it one day and then you are too lazy to count?"

Cen Yuanji said honestly: "Remember this deliberately, it is easy to get distracted when practicing boxing. It seems that practicing boxing is just for numbers."

Zhu Lian nodded, "Very good. Young master once told me privately that when Miss Cen doesn't deliberately remember the number of punches, that's when her boxing skills come to the fore."

Cen Yuanji said: "Shanzhu's talent in boxing is indeed much better than mine."

She had to hold her nose and admit it.

Zhu Lian asked: "What else?"

Cen Yuanji shook his head honestly and said: "No more."

Zhu Lian chuckled and said, "Humans, they all like the people they like and hate the people they hate."

It's a convoluted statement.

But Cen Yuanji is not stupid and can understand.

Cen Yuanji explained: "I don't hate Shanzhu Chen. He is very nice, but his first impression was a bit bad and I really didn't like him. Later on in the mountain, I didn't pay much attention to Shanzhu. In fact, I didn't like him very much. I know what to say when we meet.”

"understand."

Zhu Lian nodded, "Yuanji, to be honest, the young master has always been very optimistic about your boxing skills. If I didn't know that you wouldn't agree, and I was worried that you would think too much about it, the young master would have it all." I accept you as my direct disciple, um, just like that Zhao Shuxia. The young master’s optimism is not because he thinks you or Zhao Shuxia will have high martial arts achievements in the future, but because he just thinks that the martial arts on Luolu Mountain are pure There are two types, one based on boxing techniques and the other based on the heart. The former focuses on the body, understands boxing principles, and masters boxing techniques very quickly, while the latter is relatively inconspicuous, perseveres, and does not care about other people's opinions and sights."

Cen Yuanji was a little surprised and hummed slightly, "The mountain master's idea is quite good."

Cen Yuanji sat behind a bamboo chair beside the corridor, and the cattail leaf fan in Zhu Lian's hand shook a little more.

Zhu Lian murmured with a smile: "The willows in the post are yellow, the streams are green, people are like green mountains, and the heart is like water. The green mountains stand as straight as strings, but there are still ins and outs. It hurts to live in isolation and be absent-minded."

Cen Yuanji felt a little sad just listening to it.

Zhu Lian turned around and smiled: "Yuan Bao likes Cao Qinglang, right?"

Cen Yuanji suppressed his laughter and nodded: "She likes Cao Qinglang very much, but she just doesn't know how to say it. Anyway, every time Cao Qinglang is looking at the door and reading a book, Yuanbao will deliberately speed up his pace and hurriedly turn around to climb the mountain to practice boxing."

Zhu Lian continued: "So that boy Yuan Lai secretly likes you, do you secretly know that?"

Cen Yuanji blushed slightly, "I know, I know, but I don't like him."

Zhu Lian put down his cattail leaf fan and said softly: "Those who watch the sea have a hard time with water, and those who are infatuated with one's heart have a hard time with love."

"The pain and joy of love between a man and a woman is just that the person you like becomes the person you remember, or the person you love becomes the person you sleep with."

As far as Cen Yuanji is concerned, even if the words are the same, they have completely different meanings when spoken from the mouths of Mr. Zhu and Zheng Dafeng.

One is a kind old man who has experienced many vicissitudes of life, and the other is a dirty child who can't control his eyes. Fortunately, Zheng Dafeng is still evil-hearted but not courageous, and he never treats her rudely.

Cen Yuanji suddenly said: "The mountain master is going on a long trip again."

Zhu Lian snorted and said slowly: "If one person is busy, the world will be free."

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There are more and more people working as shopkeepers in the two shops in Qilong Lane.

Shi Rou, the acting shopkeeper of the New Year's Shop, and Zhou Junchen, nicknamed Ah Man, had a white-haired boy named Kong Hou not long ago.

The acting shopkeeper of the Caotou shop next door is the blind old Taoist Jia Sheng, an old immortal from the Longmen realm. Except for a pair of masters and apprentices, Zhao Denggao and Tian Jiuer. Another girl named Cui Peanut came, claiming to be Cui Dongshan's sister, and almost made Chen Lingjun laugh to death.

After Chen Lingjun finished chatting with Brother Bai at the pavilion today, he wandered all the way to the small town, walked into the New Year's shop with a swagger, and greeted with a big smile: "Old girl Honghou!"

Kong Hou, nicknamed "old girl" by Chen Lingjun, was the Taoist monk who had ascended to the realm of heaven and transformed into an alien demon with a childlike appearance, and was the Taoist priest of Wu Shuangjiang who had been expelled from the palace at the age of 18.

For the time being, the white-haired boy is still a disciple of the outer sect of Luopo Mountain, helping out as a handyman in the shop here.

It gave itself a pseudonym, called Konghou.

But how could Chen Lingjun know what level this poor, short, white-haired winter melon was in, what his background was, and who his backers were.

All I know is that it was a little girl's film that my master picked up on his travels. Chen Lingjun had his own little plans. Pei Qian and Xiao Mili were not in a good state when they were brought back to the town by their master.

At this moment, the white-haired boy had his back to Chen Lingjun and was chewing a piece of pastry in his mouth. He held two pieces in each hand and stared at a large piece in his eyes.

Busy now.

He had no time to pay attention to the chirping kid in green.

Ah Ma looked at the white-haired boy who was only slightly better than a thief. The child was quite resentful and was no longer a mute. "Eat, eat, eat, you know how to keep accounts and keep accounts. That's all she can do." When will the salary be able to make up for the hole? The owner of the mountain is only rich but not grand. He likes to come here every once in a while to check the accounts. In the end, it is not our shopkeeper who is difficult to be a good person."

Ah Ma was still angry, "It's okay to make a sound while eating without making a sound."

Sister Shi Rou got up early every day and worked hard to earn some money. Originally, it could be turned into a lot of scraps of silver. However, as a result, a heartless person came and it became a debt figure on the account book.

Besides, this little girl seems to have something wrong with her brain. She often runs in circles in the backyard by herself, raising her arms and shouting something like "Ancestor Yin Guan, powerful in the world, with unparalleled martial arts skills" and "Ancestor Yin Guan, Unparalleled in handsomeness and invincible in swordsmanship"...

Ah Ma had long wanted to take her to see the doctor.

The white-haired boy heard the little mute's complaint. Instead of turning a deaf ear, he deliberately shook his head.

Ah Ma was so angry that he wanted to argue with her. If she hadn't seen the movie where she was a little girl and punched her... she would have to pay for the medicine again.

Shi Rou smiled and said: "We are all our own people, why do we care about these things?"

When Chen Lingjun heard that this little mute dared to make irresponsible remarks to his master, he was so angry that he put his hands on his hips and glared: "Zhou Junchen, be careful what you say. I know your master, and I have been with her all my life. Your master And I know all the butchers in the town, so you can weigh it yourself."

Ah Hao chuckled: "You know my master? I also know my master's master. What happened if I said something carelessly? Are you going to hit me?"

Apart from anything else, there is one thing about Luopo Mountain that is the best. Realm and other things are not important at all.

Shi Rou touched the child's head and said softly: "Don't say angry words in the family."

In fact, up and down the Luolu Mountain, Shi Rou was not afraid of anyone. The only person he was afraid of was Cui Dongshan. He was really capable of saying all kinds of weird and damaging things, such as... walking a bird.

But that was something I couldn't look back on. Things have gotten much better these years, especially when the mountain master is in his hometown, Cui Dongshan always smiles at everyone.

Cui Dongshan brought his younger sister Cui Huahua back last time, and also gave Shi Rou a sandalwood comb with a three-character inscription, Missing Beauty.

Ah Ma stepped on the small stool and lay on the counter. He stretched out a hand with a straight face and said to Chen Lingjun: "Don't lie to me. If you can, help her pay off her debt. Then you can eat as much as you like, whether you like it or not." Yes, I'll make it myself. If you think it doesn't taste good, you can scold me no matter what."

Chen Lingjun raised his sleeves and said, "Damn it, Uncle Chen's life has been full of ups and downs. He has not been able to fill several baskets, but he doesn't care to talk about it. The only thing he has never had trouble with is money. Tell me, how much money?! "

The white-haired boy turned his head, his cheeks bulging, and said vaguely: "No, it's just a debt, but it doesn't mean I won't pay it back. It's better to owe someone money than a favor."

Chen Lingjun came to the white-haired boy. If the big white goose hadn't revealed the secret, he wouldn't have been able to tell that she was a little girl.

The little girl didn't have this name before, Zhilan.

Then Chen Lingjun became unhappy and after some hard talking, he asked her to change her name to Konghou.

"Old girl, please listen to Brother Chen's advice. When choosing a name for a little girl, it's best not to have a cursive character in it."

In the past years, when the palace was removed, the female official was naturally named Feng Shou.

Her most beloved thing is a harp, in the shape of a dragon and a phoenix, with golden tassels and green algae.

The white-haired boy's cheeks were bulging and he said vaguely: "Don't say it, old girl, old girl. It sounds very unpleasant. Please change your words quickly."

Chen Lingjun was puzzled: "But you didn't take the lead. Let me call you brother. I really can't say it out loud."

The white-haired boy said angrily: "Go aside."

Chen Lingjun had no choice but to go to the shop next door to meet Brother Jia for a drink.

Brother Jia is full of Jianghu principles, and he can say that those who follow the crowd will only spread it in terms of dignity.

Since ancient times, people have been so busy that they need to take some time off. He also said that he was once a handsome and handsome man, but it was a pity that he lived a dissolute life at an early age and did not know that the world would be difficult.

Isn't this much more elegant than the gossips of those old women and bachelors?

Hello brothers, one is familiar with the family, the other is familiar with the road, and soon they set up a wine bureau to sit and drink together. Today, Chen Lingjun brought two jars of good wine. Jia Lao Shenxian took a sip and shuddered, good wine, good wine. .

Chen Lingjun sat cross-legged on the bench and chuckled, "I'm shaking after drinking."

The old god wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb, "Three is the right number."

One old and one young, they laughed and drank.

Jia Sheng comes from a small central vassal country, a place called Bozhou. He said that his hometown has been a wine country since ancient times, and a sparrow can drink two taels.

So much so that even the little mute next door has learned to curse and is no better than a Bozhou sparrow.

Chen Lingjun suddenly frowned, put down his wine bowl, and said to himself: "There are a few people of high standing in Qilong Lane. Brother Jia, go to the backyard first. If you are sure that there is no trouble, you can come out to entertain the guests."

The blind old Taoist smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, let me wait for a while..."

Chen Lingjun said: "At least three Nascent Soul realms."

The old Taoist stood up immediately, "I will take Jiu'er and Peanut to stay in the backyard, and then I will inform the leader secretly."

Chen Lingjun nodded, put on his boots, and walked to the door of the shop alone, reminding Shi Rou in his heart to take it easy, take care of Kong Hou and Ah Ma, and don't show up no matter what happens next.

The three guests, two men and one woman, were all unfamiliar faces.

A young-looking man with an elegant demeanor. A stocky man with an ancient look, carrying a heavy cotton parcel slung across his body.

There was also a tall woman, not exactly beautiful, but with a dashing appearance. She had a long knife with a poplar handle hanging from her waist.

The three of them walked down from the top of Dragon Riding Alley, and the woman said in her heart: "This place is indeed rich in water transport and rich in dragon energy, which is unusual. No wonder the master would stay here in the first place."

On the boundary of Longzhou, in addition to the extremely high-grade Tiefu River, there are also the confluence of the Chongdan, Yuye and Xiuhua rivers over Hongzhu Town.

But now Yang Hua, the water god of the Tiefu River, has moved to work in Dadu.

The young man smiled and said, "Fellow Taoist Lingjun."

Chen Lingjun asked in confusion: "Who are you?"

The young man reached out and wiped it on his face, removing the mask and revealing his "true face" in this small town.

Chen Lingjun smiled and said: "It turns out to be Old Master Chen, long time no see."

I know the other person, but I haven't interacted with him much.

The other party had previously served as a tutor for a period of time in the school opened by the Chen family in Longwei Xi. It was said that he was an old drunkard who was addicted to alcohol. He soon went on a long trip. Because of his low reputation and sloppy teaching skills, no one at the school cared much about him.

Because Pei Qian had gone to a school to attend classes when he was a child, Chen Lingjun was worried, so he secretly went over there and squatted on the wall. He glanced at the old master a few times, and it seemed that his name was Chen Zhenrong. He heard from Big White Goose that this foreigner old gentleman came from Nanbo Suozhou and had the same relationship with the saint. Ruan Qiong has a good relationship.

The two people beside the old master began to introduce themselves. The man called himself Luoshan Muke, and his Taoist name was rosin.

The woman smiled sincerely and said cheerfully: "My name is Qin Buyi, and I am a native of Xianglong County, Zhongtu."

Chen Lingjun felt his head hurt when he heard it. What a fool, what a fool. Uncle Chen was confused, wasn't he? It would be great if the master is here, I can't answer the conversation at all.

With an idea, Chen Lingjun shouted: "Brother Jia, there is a distinguished guest in the shop."

The blind old Taoist immediately rushed out and entertained the guests. There happened to be a wine table, and Jia Lao Shenxian and Chen Ling were sitting on the same bench.

Except for the Luoyang wooden guest who was not good at talking and drank a lot, the other two, Old Master Chen and Qin Buyi, were both cheerful people who spoke freely and said whatever they wanted. The old god Jia was thinking about it in his mind while toasting with a smile on his face. I soon made up my mind. It turned out that the dull man with the Taoist name Rosin just happened to travel here and planned to visit the Baobao Zhai in Niujiao Mountain. And Qin Buji heard that there were many pure warriors here in Luolu Mountain, and there was also a martial artist. Grandmaster Ping didn't come here to ask for advice or discuss, she was just very interested and wanted to see if she could go for a walk in the mountains.

Immortal Jia said that it was not difficult, but that he had to say hello to Luopo Mountain in advance, and he praised his mountain top for its beautiful scenery and lush greenery. The weather is extremely beautiful and Confucianism is extremely prosperous. I dare not say the last word, lest I think Mrs. Wang is selling melons.

Qin Busuo smiled and asked, "Shopkeeper Jia, may I ask you, the mountain master, who he is?"

Jia Sheng took a sip of wine and said with a smile: "When it comes to our mountain master, that poor Taoist is extremely humble. He is kind-hearted and gentle in his words, and he is upright and peaceful in his actions."

The old master, whose real name is actually Chen Rong, burst into laughter.

This can be considered an unattainable compliment.

Qin Busuo smiled and asked, "Does Master Jia highly admire Mr. Nanfeng?"

Chen Lingjun was confused.

Jia Sheng put down his wine bowl, stroked his beard and smiled, "No, it's actually the owner of my mountain. He likes Old Master Zeng's articles very much. He often advises me to read more, especially Mr. Nan Feng's prose, which is full of eloquence. Tao Lai is rigorously organized, elegant and meaningful. At first glance, it seems to be inconspicuous, but in fact it has endless aftertaste."

Qin Busuo smiled and said, "I never thought that your Master Chen Shan would be the only one who loves Mr. Nanfeng's articles. It's really unexpected."

Compared with Bai Ye, Su Zi and Liu Qi, Master Zeng's prose is indeed not that well-known in the world.

Immortal Jia immediately explained with a smile: "It's not considered 'dude', just relatively speaking. My mountain master, who is a scholar, actually highly recommends the phrase 'opening the book is beneficial'. The mountain master once told me with a smile, just Because my family was poor when I was young, I was unable to go to school, so during my subsequent spiritual practice, I often traveled far away from home, just to make up for my study debt."

Qin Buyi and the man who called himself Luoshan Muke looked at each other and smiled.

It was a banquet with great conversation. Chen Rong, who was born in the Chen family of Nanbosu Island, took his two friends to find an inn to stay first, and then waited for the news from Luopo Mountain.

Chen Lingjun would feel frightened whenever he saw a stranger.

Fortunately, there is also the most reliable brother Jia, who is worthy of seeing everyone outside the wine table.

In the early years, Wei Xian and Lu Baixiang passed by Qilong Lane and sat here for a while. Brother Jia was stunned when he met Wei Xian. Later, when Pei Qian revealed the secret, he realized that it was a big joke. What kind of drinking capacity does Wei Xian's so-called "massive amount" mean.

All the way to the end of Qilong Lane, when returning to the shop, Chen Lingjun jumped up and patted Brother Jia on the shoulder, "It was a good chat."

Immortal Jia stroked his beard and smiled, "When it comes to dealing with people, to be honest, I dare not say that I have half the mountain master's skills, or 20 or 30%. After all, I still have it."

Zhang Lu Changming, who was dressed in a snow-white robe, slowly walked down the steps of Qilong Lane and stopped at the door, with a smile on her face.

This girl smiles with her eyes narrowed all the year round, but no one thinks she is easy to talk to. Even the fearless Ah Ma from the shop next door stopped eating when she met Changshou and behaved like a little mute.

Unexpectedly, the smile on Jin Changsheng's face was sincere. The flattered Immortal Jia did not dare to get carried away. He immediately lowered his head and bent toward the door. He shook his hands slightly for a few times, then slid forward and turned sideways, spread out his hands, and said with a bright smile: "Please, please, please, Please come inside."

Changming leaned against the door, nodded to the blind old Taoist, and then said to Chen Lingjun: "Most of these people are here for you."

As if being struck by lightning, Chen Lingjun stomped his feet, threw down his sleeves hard, and wailed: "What kind of evil has happened to me! It can't be done. I'm messing with whoever I want. I'm kind to others every day, and even the ants on the roadside don't dare to step on me."

Ah Ma, who was sitting at the door of the shop next door, stood up, came here, crossed his arms across his chest, and asked, "Do you want me to tell Pei Qian."

Chen Lingjun's eyes turned sharply. Looking for Pei Qian, it worked. The problem was that Pei Qian liked keeping accounts the most.

You can't be too strict as a person, right?

Changming chewed melon seeds and said with a smile: "Can't the person who comes to you be a good thing?"

Chen Lingjun coughed and waved his hand towards Ah Man, "Go, go, kid, don't interfere with adults' affairs."

Ah Ma licked his lips, turned around and left.

Chen Lingjun added, "Thank you for your kindness. Next time you go to my brother Li Jin's shop to buy books, just give me my name."

Telling him his name is of course useless. After all, there is no discount even if you report your name as master.

But he could secretly take a trip to Red Candle Town, advance the book money first, treat it as an advance payment to the bookstore, and then ask Li Jin to pretend to be a discount when the little mute is carrying a sack to buy books.

You, the Chongdan River Water God, will not be embarrassed by such a small matter, right?

If you really don't give me this little face, how can you still hang out in the world? ah? Do you want Uncle Chen to teach you?

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Dali Capital, Tongtuofang.

An old gentleman in shabby clothes squatted in an alley and had just finished playing a game of chess with someone.

The other party was playing chess to make money, while the old man was acting like the God of Wealth, giving away money.

It takes too long to play a game of Go, so the alley is almost full of chess. Some are playing chess based on their true skills to win money, and more are playing old tricks to trick people.

The old gentleman stood up, kneaded his wrists, jumped twice, and muttered something that made me want to get serious next time.

I'm so angry. Not only did I lose money, but I was also scolded as a bad chess player by a few old men on the side who liked to give advice.

The person who squatted there and won a lot of money was a young man with a sly smile, a short stature, and a bit crooked appearance. At this moment, the man was only worried that the poor old gentleman didn't have enough money in his pocket.

The old gentleman knelt down again and took a deep breath. After the game, he had to pay again.

This old gentleman's chess skills are really... It's hard to put into words, his ability to regret chess is higher than playing chess.

Almost every three or five steps he took, he would yell at me to regret my move. well? Why did I put it in the wrong place? I'm getting older, but my eyesight is not good enough.

Later, the young men got used to it. As soon as the old man raised his head, he knew that there was a discussion. It’s simple anyway, no regrets, no negotiation.

Fortunately, I was quite happy when I gave the money, and I was willing to admit defeat. My chess skills were poor, my chess quality was low, and the gambling products were just okay.

The old man still seemed a little unconvinced, "If my students are here, I can't lose the custody."

The young man smiled and said: "Old gentleman, just call the students, and the betting jackpot can go up."

The old gentleman scratched his beard and sighed: "Isn't it because I can't shout?"

The young man joked casually: "Is the old man still a teacher with many talents all over the world?"

It looks very poor. An old and shriveled money bag made of cotton is getting thinner and thinner now. After removing the copper coins, it will definitely not be able to contain a few grains of silver.

The old gentleman smiled and said: "There are not many students, but all of them are talented. The students are better than the students."

The young man asked with a smile: "Is it possible that among the old gentleman's most famous disciples, there are some who have been awarded the title of Jinshi or the most successful candidates?"

What a tricky question.

The old scholar was speechless for a moment.

For the two generations of master and apprentice, the only weakness was the imperial examination.

It seems that apart from his reputation as a scholar, there is nothing else.

Fortunately, Cao Qinglang emerged among his disciples. He is such a good young man. I am very fortunate.

I saw the old gentleman shaking his head.

The heat and hope in the man's eyes were fleeting.

I thought I had met an old man from Dali officialdom who looked like a wild crane in the clouds.

The man who won money playing chess was so easy to win that when the old man regretted his move or hesitated, the young man leaned against the wall and took out a well-engraved book from his arms. I flipped through a few pages of the book to pass the time, but I already knew the content by heart.

The old scholar smiled and asked, "Did I come to Beijing to take the exam?"

The man shook his head, "Not yet. I came to the capital to attend the Autumn Festival. My ancestral home is from Huazhou. Later, I moved to Gyeonggi with my ancestors. I can barely be considered a half native of the capital. It's such a short journey and the cost is huge. It’s enough, I just have a lot of money and bought two more rare books, so I have to come here to set up a stall and play chess, otherwise I will not be able to survive the provincial examination with no relatives in the capital.”

The old scholar said: "Inscribing names on the Guibang, drinking wine and having a banquet with deer singing, it's all right."

"How can you see it? Could it be that the old gentleman can read faces?"

"Looking at physiognomy is so easy, but it's just that, as the sages have said, people in ancient times did not know how to tell people, and scholars are not wise."

The man was stunned for a moment, then laughed, and waved the sage's book in his hand that had been released from the ban not long ago, "It makes sense, I never thought that the old gentleman is still a fellow-minded person."

The old scholar stroked his beard and smiled, "That's very true. I never thought that young people have such sophisticated vision."

The man rolled up the book, clasped his fists and shook it, "No matter what, I'll borrow the old man's blessing. As long as I can really pass the provincial examination, I will treat the old man to a drink."

The old scholar smiled and said nothing.

The man put away the book and put it in his sleeve. Seeing that the old gentleman was still looking at him with a smile, he could only pat his head and said suddenly: "I almost forgot to tell the old gentleman, my name is Lu Lingchang. On the day when the results are released, if I win the exam, I will come here to set up a stall and wait for the old gentleman. If I don’t win, I will go home directly.”

"This is a good thing."

The old scholar nodded, "Brother Lu, let me say a few more words. Good or evil appearance is not a rule of good or bad. High talent requires caution."

Lu Lingchang smiled and nodded in agreement without taking it seriously. I will wait until I pass the imperial exam and then take the Jinshi exam. When I become an official in the future, we will discuss how to match talents and virtues.

The old scholar stood up and left, while Lu Lingchang squatted on the ground. When the old gentleman turned around after taking a few steps, the man smiled and waved goodbye.

The old scholar sighed, put his hands behind his back, and walked away.

The north wind brings miasma, and the south wind brings the sound of death. This life is difficult and difficult, and I am worried about my true master.

Young people don't understand things, old people are lazy, and they have one or ten leftovers in their studies. The land and water are icy, the sky is frozen with clouds, and the sight of plum blossoms makes my eyes clear.

The old scholar had a great interest in poetry, and he only thought good poems were good. Even if Bai Ye is here, he must resist the urge to praise him.

Over in the alley where Renyun Yiyun Tower is located, Li Xisheng is accompanied by the book boy Cui Ci, traveling together in the Great Li capital.

After Li Xisheng returned to Beiju Luzhou from Zhongtu Divine Continent, he continued to study in the study in that small vassal country. An old master suddenly came to visit him. Later, on his way south, Li Xisheng happened to meet a young Taoist priest and an old temple master.

In fact, this reunion was a bit embarrassing for Li Xisheng.

The old temple owner of Donghai Taoist Temple was very happy.

Now that Li Xisheng, a great Confucian scholar, meets his master Taoist ancestor again, is it a Taoist ceremony or a Confucian ceremony?

As a result, Li Xisheng first bowed to Taoist ancestors, then took a step back and bowed in salute.

After that, Li Xisheng rushed to the capital with Cui Ci, mainly because there was too much movement here before, and Li Xisheng was far away in Luzhou, Beiju, and he felt it.

The great Li cavalry is invincible.

The world is shaken but people's hearts are not worried.

At the entrance of the alley, Liu Gao saw the handsome man in Confucian shirt standing outside the alley, and then moved towards the alley.

The old monk immediately looked at his disciple.

The boy answered with his eyes, "What are you doing?"

Seeing that he was not enlightened, the old monk could only ask in his heart: "Should I stop him?"

Zhao Duanming said in his heart: "I don't know him anyway."

"Are you sure? Don't look again?"

"Master, I really don't know him."

"There are so many hanging portraits of saints and saints in the Confucian Temple. Think about it carefully and show some discernment that a descendant of the Tianshui Zhao family should have."

"Master, are you annoyed? I really don't know him, he doesn't look familiar at all!"

"Duan Ming, make an oath."

"Master, that's about it. Otherwise, the relationship between master and disciple between us will be really weak."

Liu Ji felt relieved, showed his body, and asked, "Who is it?"

Li Xisheng smiled and said: "My name is Li Xisheng, and my hometown is Huaihuang County, Dalilong Prefecture."

Liu Gao said cheerfully, "That means we are from the same hometown as Chen Ping'an. I'm sorry, but I have to stop here."

In fact, a tall old Taoist priest came before, and he was followed by a young Taoist boy who was probably a disciple.

He also appeared here, stopping outside the alley, an old man and a young boy, standing side by side, looking into the alley a few times.

Of course he was stopped by Liu Gao, who was sneaky and shameless.

Since you are a member of the Taoist sect and have your responsibilities, what should you be afraid of?

Moreover, the two Taoist priests did not have the Taoist robes of the Bai Yujing Three Meridians Taoist Sect.

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In Chen Nuanshu's house, a calendar and a large form are hung on the wall.

There is also a booklet, one for each year. Every year on New Year's Eve, it will be bound into a book with 356 pages, one page per day.

Accounts are kept every day, and Nuanshu also records some interesting trivial things he hears and sees.

Therefore, on Luolu Mountain, the one with the thickest account book and the largest number of books is actually Nuan Shu, not Pei Qian, and naturally not Xiaomi Li, who only records every melon seed expense.

In addition to sweeping the courtyard every day, I also have to take care of the flowers and plants, and sort the more and more books collected on the mountain into categories. If I have books, I have to choose a day to dry them. Help Mr. Zhu go to the bamboo forest on the hilltop of his home to find old bamboo and carve some bamboo carvings for worship. She also needs to pick seasonal wild vegetables, make her own wine, pickle vegetables and marinate meat to dry ham, and a few millet-grained mountain patrol roads also need to be taken care of to avoid weeds. At the end of the year, in addition to cutting the window grilles, you also have to ask Mr. Zhu or Mr. Zhong to write Spring Festival couplets, and then put up the Spring Festival couplets with millet grains. In addition, we must pay homage to the Kitchen God and send gifts to the poor god.

There were often maintenance work on the top of so many vassal mountains, which required her to hang up her sword talisman, go out in the wind, settle down at the foot of the mountain, and climb the mountain to deliver some tea and snacks to the master craftsmen. During the New Year and festivals, there is a place on the mountain like Cheilfish Back and Yidai Peak. In fact, Master Ruan’s Longquan Sword Sect was there earlier. I definitely want to go there. There are also many neighbors in the small town at the foot of the mountain. Elderly people need to visit from time to time. I also need to learn accounting from Mr. Wei. Go down the mountain to Longzhou for shopping at regular intervals.

There is also the master's Mubo Alley. Apart from cleaning the ancestral house, the two houses next door are unoccupied. However, attention should also be paid to roofs and mud walls, and they should be repaired if they can be repaired.

Because there are more and more people in Luoluoshan, they need to deal with the county government frequently because of household registration issues. For example, recently, Konghou at the New Year’s shop in Qilong Lane and Cui Huahua at the Caotou shop. At first, Nuanshu was worried about Huaihuang County Over at the government office, if she felt that she was just a girl and could not do things reliably, she would ask Mr. Zhu to go down the mountain with her. Later, Yumi Jianxian also helped and took the initiative to go to the county town with her. But now there's no need for her, she's very familiar with her in the household. A person who once only had to be called Uncle Song is now called Grandpa Song. As for her not growing taller after so many years, the county government probably didn't think she was surprised and wouldn't comment on her.

All kinds of strange stones collected from the hills of many feudal lords were made into bonsai decorations and used as artifacts for the public offering. Like swallows holding mud, they were constantly moved to houses where few people actually lived there. There were also paintings by Mr. Zhu himself. Paintings of landscapes, flowers and birds, and ladies should not be piled up randomly, otherwise they will look vulgar. You must also consider how to match the porcelain, such as the vase for growing flowers. As the so-called "house of the flower god" among elegant scholars, old-fashioned porcelain is the first choice. Tibetan bronze goblets, followed by several official porcelains whose porcelain is as green as the sky, delicate and moist.

Each house on the mountain needs to be equipped with different styles of four treasures of the study, wardrobe bookshelves, screen murals, and planting of different flowers and plants according to the different preferences of the owner. So Nuanshu built a flower shed by herself. She consulted Mr. Zhu and Mr. Zhong on the art of gardening. She also read books by herself, so her bookshelf was full of such books.

Even if there are more and more people, there are more and more things happening. In and out of the mountains, a little girl in a pink skirt kept everything neat and orderly.

In addition, Nuan Shu knew almost everything that had happened on Luo Lo Mountain, no matter how big or small.

Of course, Xiaomi Li will also often help, carrying a golden pole on his shoulder and holding a hiking stick, and he will give orders!

Miyu was wandering around the mountains today and found Nuanshu rarely idle, sitting on the stone table by the cliff in a daze.

Mi Yu walked over and asked with a smile: "Nuan Shu, how many years have you been here?"

Nuan Shu quickly stood up and gave Mi Jianxian a blessing. After sitting down, he smiled and said, "It's not thirty years yet."

Mi Yu chewed melon seeds and asked softly: "Aren't you bored?"

For more than twenty years, I have been so busy every day. The key is that the trivial matters day after day, year after year, seem to have no end.

Even if he is an idle person, no matter how much he likes to stay in Luolu Mountain and wait to die, he will occasionally want to go down the mountain to relax, and silently travel far and wide with his sword, such as going to the Huangting Kingdom to enjoy the scenery during the day, and at night Just go to Hongzhu Town and take a flower boat. You can also go to Piyun Mountain to have a drink with Lord Wei Shan and admire the moon.

Nuanshu shook his head, "No."

Miyu asked: "Aren't you tired?"

Nuanshu smiled and said: "I will rest."

Originally, he wanted to say that he was half a Taoist, but when he thought of his own realm, Nuanshu was embarrassed to speak.

Miyu was speechless.

A few years ago, there was an old-fashioned boy in Tsing Yi, a ghostly black charcoal girl, a lively and cute millet...

Now, there are Bai Xuan and Kong Hou who have set up a table at the roadside pavilion.

Only Chen Nuanshu, the girl in the pink skirt, has never attracted much attention, probably because of her gentle temperament.

In fact, just as Chen Lingjun boasted to Jia Lao Shenxian, he was the earliest minister of the dragon around the master, the oldest and least arrogant senior in Luopo Mountain.

Before Pei Qian recognizes his master and Big White Goose recognizes his husband, it is true that brother Dafeng is a local, but he came up the mountain late. If you really want to rank based on seniority, why don’t you lean back?

Besides, who else would accompany the master to stay overnight at his ancestral home on Mud Bottle Lane? If you have the ability, just stand up. I, Chen Lingjun, will kowtow to him.

Since Chen Lingjun is indeed like this, then of course Nuan Shu is also like this.

Miyu suddenly said: "If anyone bullies you in the future, come to me."

But as soon as the words were spoken, Miyu felt that he had said nonsense.

Where is your turn to take action?

If someone really dares to bully Nuan Shu, even if the other person is in the Ascension Realm, he will probably die, and there will be no suspense.

So Mi Yu quickly changed his words: "For example, if that Chen Lingjun says something stupid again, I will help you teach him a lesson."

Nuan Shu's eyebrows were crescent and he waved his hand, "No, no."

A kid in blue with flowing sleeves laughed and said, "Hey, Sword Immortal Yu, are you giving some guidance to the silly girl on how to practice? It's a good thing, otherwise it would be too shameful to be like a turtle crawling around like an ant to move around."

Mi Yuxiao narrowed his eyes and looked at Nuanshu. Nuanshu hesitated for a moment, blinked, and then nodded slightly.

Mi Yu clapped his hands, stood up, and walked towards Chen Lingjun.

Chen Lingjun noticed something was wrong, "Brother Yu, what are you doing?! If you have something to say, talk it over properly. There are no obstacles that cannot be overcome, misunderstandings that cannot be solved, and things that are difficult to discuss!"

Mi Yu smiled and said: "What are you thinking about? I just want to give you some guidance on how to practice."

Chen Lingjun ran away without saying a word.

There used to be three little girls on Luolu Mountain. They were all about the same height. There was a huge difference between who was taller and who was shorter.

We often lie together on the floor of the second floor of the bamboo house, and the breeze blows, bringing with it bursts of summer cicada chirping.

They rested on cattail leaf fans, waiting for the watermelon placed in the pond behind the bamboo house to cool down little by little.

A little sorrow is like the white clouds passing by outside the mountains. They come and go. Some are fatter, so they walk slower, some are thinner, so they walk faster.

What is there in the mountains?

A green shirt and all the beauty.