MTL - Sword of Coming-Chapter 1025 May the Emperor always be the Lord

Last year, this year and next year, spring to spring, flowers bloom and fall, and the lord always decides.

A young man in white was walking alone on the official road outside the capital, holding a large amount of stinky tofu made of bamboo skewers in each hand, and eating his mouth full of red pepper oil.

The young man was chewing stinky tofu, suddenly raised his head and glanced at the sky, his cheeks bulging, and he was amazed, "I have received good news from a real person, and there is no doubt in the world."

It was originally a celestial phenomenon with few stars in the moon, but in an instant, the galaxy was brilliant, as if a bright moon temporarily abdicated to give a sage to a Tianhe, but this vision was fleeting.

I believe that the Qin Tianjian in various countries has captured this strange astronomical phenomenon. If there is no accident, it will soon turn into a pot of porridge, which is destined to be a sleepless night.

Cui Dongshan pouted, "Is that the latest one from the Fourteen Realms?"

It is estimated that the old scholar has helped the old **** Yu a lot, otherwise according to Cui Dongshan's deduction, Fu Lu Yuxuan's opportunity to meet the Tao will be after the three sect patriarchs disperse.

He lifted the stinky tofu in his hand and wrote the word "丂" in the air.

Cui Dongshan withdrew his hand, quickly ate a few strings of stinky tofu, lost the bamboo stick, freed up one hand, and shook the snow-white sleeve that he called "beating the stupid place".

From the inside, a golden elixir was thrown out. It was the Taoist Longzhou Taoist, Liu Mao, from the Huanghua Temple in Mirage City.

The mountains and rivers are long and the night is long, and there is still a long way to go from the destination of this trip. I have to find someone to chat and relieve my boredom.

Liu Mao, who was thrown out of his sleeve, stood still, not sure where he was, let alone asking a few more questions.

Cui Dongshan raised his hand, "Do you want to eat stinky tofu?"

Liu Mao shook his head, "I'm not used to it."

Cui Dongshan complained: "Pampered, with fine skin and tender meat, it is hypocritical."

Liu Mao didn't dare to retort.

If it is said that the young hidden official is a deep-seated city man, and that there are some traces of ideas that can be traced, and it is just a lot of brains to communicate, then this Sect Master Cui, who claims to be the opponent's student, is simply unreasonable. crazy. Even if there is something in Chen Ping'an's words, it's still ugly, but after all, Chen Ping'an won't give himself an old fist for no reason, but Cui Dongshan will, and if there is a disagreement, he will punch Liu Mao together. It takes push and knock to get enlightened.

Cui Dongshan chewed stinky tofu and shook his head, "It's delicious, delicious, delicious."

Liu Mao followed him silently, and he had to admit that he was certain that he would form a pill in this retreat, but without the "horizontal step" of the boy in white during the retreat, Liu Mao didn't think he could "dan". Into the third grade", earning the atmosphere of the Dan room that I did not dare to expect beforehand, but it was purely an accidental joy, the purple air was transpiring, and the Dan room was used as a book city, with 50,000 scrolls inserted.

On the mountain, it is said that the legendary Dancheng is the first grade, and it is a sure-fire candidate for ascension. For example, Zhao Tianlai, the Tianshi of Longhu Mountain, the real person of Huolong, and the self-titled owner of the seventy-two peaks, Wei She, are all there. this column. However, the Ascension Realm great cultivator formed pills in his early years, and most of them were second-rank pills, so the third-rank pill was still the dream of many Earth Immortals.

In return, Liu Mao needed to assist the first suzerain of the Qingping Sword Sect to quietly complete one thing and develop a seismometer that could accurately measure the changes in the mountains and rivers of Tongyezhou.

Liu Mao can't help but refuse to agree, but this kind of feat, isn't it Liu Mao's thoughts and thoughts, but it can only always be a beautiful thing in the attic in the sky?

Cui Dongshan asked casually, "The chicken-distance pen that you improved is pleasing to my eye, and the second batch is sold. Has your Majesty the emperor found a good home?"

Liu Mao answered truthfully: "His Majesty's plans, there is no way to know."

The former Daquan Dynasty, which was so poor that it was impossible to open the pot, set up a new office in the construction office. Yao Jinzhi, intentionally or unintentionally, built the factory site at the Lotus Bridge near the Baoquan Bureau of the Ministry of Housing and Cangchang Yamen, which is only a few meters away from Liu Mao's Huanghua Temple. footpath. The last time His Majesty the Emperor visited the Taoist Temple in person and had a talk with Liu Mao. Not long after His Majesty returned to the palace, Liu Mao had a noble and powerful beauty official, and also obtained a secret enshrining status as an official in the Ministry of Punishment. With Mao's help, the Secretary of the Office soon became a cash cow and a cornucopia of the imperial court.

The main purpose is to create the kind of "imperial system" chicken distance pen, which is now exported to the immortal mansion on the mountain and the countries under the mountain in the north and south of a continent.

Cui Dongshan said with a smile: "Things of 10 taels of silver are sold at the price of one snow money. Mr. Fan and Baozhai Zhang Zhi from the merchant saw it, and I am afraid they will drool."

Liu Mao hesitated, but he still held back.

The biggest hero, isn't it your husband?

For the first batch of chicken pitch pens, Daquan Yao's really no longer has to look for a buyer, because Jade Guizong has ordered a full 30,000 chicken pitch pens, which will be bundled with the Luomei paper secretly made by Jiang's Cloud Cave Blessed Land. The price of a chicken-spaced pen under the guise of "imperial system" is one snow money, which is a full thousand taels of silver! But in fact, the cost of the materials consumed is probably around seven or eight taels of silver. At most, some cloud patterns and auspicious words are added, and the labor costs of skilled craftsmen will not exceed ten taels of silver.

No wonder Liu Mao heard that the price would be staggering.

The price set by the imperial court is really too black-hearted. But anyway, it is to make money from the immortal masters on the mountain and the dignitaries of various countries, and it can’t be used by the poor. Besides, Liu Mao, a Taoist priest, has completely drawn a clear line with the identity of the prince of the previous dynasty, especially Liu Mao has just formed a golden elixir not long ago. Becoming a legendary land fairy, he is no longer interested in these secular disputes, or the situation forced him to make a choice without knowing his philosophy.

Cui Dongshan had eaten the remaining stinky tofu, and threw the bamboo sticks as hidden weapons one by one, shouting swish swish.

Then he hiccupped. Cui Dongshan twisted his wrist to create an extra bamboo utensil, and said with a smile, "Longzhou Immortal Chief, will you fiddle with this?"

Liu Mao nodded. He had a wide range of knowledge and naturally recognized this "bamboo drum", which is commonly known as the fishing drum in the folk, and also has a name in Taoism, the Tao drum, which is slightly different from the fishing drum. In the past, some literati in the court and the opposition in Daquan also liked to play with this thing, playing fishing drums, singing Taoist songs, and reciting a moral Huang Ting. When Liu Mao was still the prince of Daquan, he was famous for his elegance.

Cui Dongshan knocked on the drum for himself, but deliberately walked the board, making Liu Mao, an expert, only feel noisy.

You must know that Liu Mao is a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder, so it is more difficult to endure. When Chen Ping'an was in the Taoist study, but the books were placed in the wrong place, Liu Mao would feel awkward.

On this deserted and lonely official road, Cui Dongshan joked with Liu Mao while jumping and screaming: "The Great Sui Gao Clan of Baopingzhou, the country has a thousand and two hundred years, a full thousand years and two hundred years, that is, Back then, the territory of Aquarius Island was small, and no one looked down on it, otherwise it would scare people to death. In the history of Middle-earth Shenzhou, how many dynasties were able to live such a long life? Do you know where Gao's Longxing Land is?"

Liu Mao said: "Yiyang County, according to historical records, has been fond of fishing drums since ancient times."

Cui Dongshan gave Liu Mao a thumbs up and said with admiration, "You know so much about useless knowledge."

Liu Mao was silent.

Cui Dongshan said with a smile: "If there is a chance, I will definitely help you to introduce him to Dasui Dangjinzi, and Yu Lu, who was born in the Lu Dynasty. The three of you have similar backgrounds and similar circumstances. Talking about it, drinking high, and talking about their sadness, they will definitely hug their heads and cry, wow wow wow, and teach others to be sad when they see it."

One is the prince of the fallen country, who is in the half of the country's martial arts and has become a bereaved dog who does not dare to keep his surname. Yu Lu Yu Lu, Yu Lu, the rest of the Lu family.

The new emperor of the Great Sui Dynasty, Gao Xuan, had a good aptitude for cultivating and had a deep fortune. Otherwise, in Lizhu Cave, Gao Xuan would not have been able to "buy" the golden carp and a dragon king basket from Li's second hand. Just because of the covenant with Da Li Song Clan, Gao Xuan had to go to Linlu Academy in Piyun Mountain, Longquan County to study as a proton. Because he has long been cultivated as a prince and a prince, he can obviously go up the mountain to cultivate Taoism. The immortal who has lived for a long time has to be obstructed by the rules of the Confucian Temple, sitting on the dragon chair as the emperor, and ruling his own longevity is tantamount to "seeking short-sightedness".

As for Liu Mao next to him, he had bad luck and a bad fate, so he had to embark on a path of cultivation.

If possible, I believe that Liu Mao would definitely be willing to take a future achievement on the mountain in exchange for a dragon robe, just to be an emperor in the world for a few years.

Everyone wants something, everyone doesn't have it.

Liu Mao said indifferently, "Then I'll ask Sect Master Cui to introduce him."

Cui Dongshan put away the bamboo tube, put it back into his sleeve, and rubbed his chin.

Back then, when Ning Yao entered Lizhu Cave, there was a sinister sneak attack that seemed headless.

So far, it has not been possible to trace the origin to the source. This is a worrying thing that makes Cui Dongshan feel annoyed every time he thinks of it.

The old **** may have guessed it, but deliberately didn't say it. Qi Jingchun may have figured it out, but he also didn't tell his husband.

The gentleman must be most concerned, but after so many years, he has not mentioned a single word to anyone.

Yiyang Yugu, a vassal of the Great Sui Dynasty, Huang Tingguo.

Cui Dongshan sighed and scratched his head vigorously.

The boy in white in the corner of Liu Mao's eyes has a unique bearing of his own.

It seems to be relaxed and lazy, like a real person. Occasionally, if something is lost, if something is lost, thoughtful.

Cui Dongshan stood on tiptoe, looked into the distance, and said, "Friend Longzhou, we have to hurry up."

Liu Mao nodded. After forming the pill, Qi practitioners can shrink the ley lines and cross mountains and rivers, such as crossing fields, ridges and ditches.

To be honest, if Cui Dongshan had not become an Earth Immortal and was held in his sleeve by Cui Dongshan, he would occasionally be able to fall out like this at night to breathe. Otherwise, Liu Mao would have long wanted to find a secluded place to practice and use various Earth Immortal magical powers. .

Shrinking the mountains and rivers, chasing the sun and the moon, ascending to the sky and flying in the daytime.

It's just that Cui Dongshan didn't shrink the ground or ride the wind, but resorted to a crappy method that made Liu Mao cry and laugh. Armored equestrianism and fast walking are the most commonly used mountain immortal techniques for monks in the lower five realms.

Liu Mao saw that Cui Dongshan was seriously writing the name of an ancient **** on his forehead, then squatted down, tied a red book rune on his leg, stood up, shook his wrist, and jumped vigorously a few times.

Then Cui Dongshan shook out a rune horse from the snow-white sleeve that looked like a "treasure box", and when it landed, it was a snow-white **** horse, "Daoist Longzhou, what are you doing, get on your horse, This is the shining lion horse that is often seen in the Romance of Jianghu! It is more than ten feet long from head to tail and eight feet high from hoof to ridge. It is extraordinary and can travel thousands of miles a day and eight hundred nights. I'm on my way relying on foreign objects, so I don't have enough money for Taoism."

Between the words, the boy in white rushed forward, opened his throat and shouted with a loud laugh, "Let's go through the clouds and fog."

Liu Mao rode on the talisman horse, one person at a time, as fast as thunder on the post road, all of them were blurred, as if stretching out a white train.

Cui Dongshan ran wildly all the way, waving his hands, and galloping, "Yunyan Kingdom, ha, Shao Yunyan, we Shao Jianxian should really come here for a stroll."

Only then did Liu Mao know that he had come to Yunyan Country.

After that, Cui Dongshan entered a county, in the land of Yunyan Kingdom, Gyeonggi, in Chixian County, where there are as many as six county magistrates alone. Cui Dongshan put away those gods and gods, and then retrieved the talisman from Liu Mao's hand. The horse, familiar with the door and the road, walked through the streets and alleys, and finally brought Liu Mao to a closed bookstore.

In fact, almost the entire street is filled with bookstores. Cui Dongshan stood at the door and asked, "Do you know why the entire Gyeonggi region of Yunyan Kingdom has not suffered from wars?"

Liu Mao shook his head and said, "I don't know."

In some great dynasties with prosperous national power at the foot of the mountain, the imperial court often likes to compile large series of books with tens of thousands of volumes, as a symbol of political Qingming and peaceful events.

For example, when the national surname of the Daquan Dynasty was still Liu, he once compiled a huge book of emperors and emperors, and the prince Liu Mao was the real president behind the scenes.

The capital of Yunyan Kingdom has instead become a paradise that escaped the military disaster from beginning to end. After the country was restored, almost no construction and repairs were needed.

As to why the Yunyan Kingdom was able to escape this catastrophe, there are different opinions about the immortal masters on Yizhou Mountain.

Cui Dongshan rubbed his hands together and smiled: "There are few springs in the poor and suspicious alleys, and the moon is brightest in the rich and the rich. The book city is not at night, go, go in and have a look, and I will show you a lot of knowledge."

In this country of Yunyan, not only the official large-scale printing of books, but also private engraving and publishing by booksellers are also common practice.

Just talking about such an inconspicuous shop, with a rough estimate, there are as many as 90,000 engravings in the warehouse.

Cui Dongshan put his hands on the back of his head, and said with a smile: "It's not from a scholarly family, it's a family of Shilu. It's rich in literary style, and it's really exciting, whether it's Gui or Lan, or Xiu or Miao, Yingxian, but not scholarly. Absolutely."

"I have to inform the owner of the bookstore that I have been robbed!"

"This kind of chivalrous heart is a song and tears."

Liu Mao just shut up, and he was able to turn a blind eye to Cui Dongshan's absurd actions and strange remarks.

Cui Dongshan took all the engravings in his pocket, and asked Liu Mao to wait here for a while, saying that he was going to see a future guest of his own sect.

The boy in white was walking alone on the street.

The rabbits fly away in the sky, and the world has come and gone.

I hope that Emperor Qing will always be the master and not teach the world to fall.

In the ancestral hall of an old mansion, there are two portraits hanging on the wall, no names are written.

In addition to the incense burner, there are also several beautifully mounted ancient books wrapped in blue and white silk.

There was a middle-aged man with nothing unusual in appearance, except that he was dressed in unusual clothes, wearing a variegated shirt, mixed with green, red, moon white, and gray and black.

After paying respect to the incense, he put three sticks of incense in the incense burner, without turning around, he said indifferently, "Since he is a monk who went up the mountain, why did he come down the mountain to be a thief."

On the side of the beam, a head stuck out, "The gentleman on the beam is also a gentleman."

It turned out that the boy with a face with a Chinese character, wearing white clothes, rolled over and fell to the ground after his whereabouts were discovered.

I saw that when the white-clothed boy landed, he looked like he had a sprained foot, his face was sullen at first, and then he couldn't bear the pain for a long time.

The scribe frowned and reminded, "Silence."

The boy with the national character face patted his stomach, "I'm a little hungry, I don't know if there is any food here, white rice is enough, no wine and vegetables, I'm the best person I can handle."

The scribe remained silent, just quietly watching this unidentified uninvited guest.

The young man laughed and said, "But it's better to use that kind of hard-working firewood, such as dismantling the legs of an old car. I don't know if you have it here?"

The scribe narrowed his eyes, his face was gloomy, and he stared at this seemingly open-mouthed young man.

But the boy in white put his hands behind his back and looked at a hanging portrait on the wall, "Hey, what a coincidence, it happened to enshrine Mr. Gong Zeng, a good official. The identity of this other person, let me guess. "

"It is said that good paper can live for thousands of years, but what is the truth? Improper storage of books, moth-eaten, moldy paper, etc., are all small calamities. Wait, it belongs to the middle calamity. It is the soldiers and the imperial court that ordered the destruction of the forbidden books, these are the great calamities of the books."

Speaking of which, the young man looked down and looked at the ancient books on the table, "If every ancient book can be passed down for hundreds of years, it is not the protection of ghosts and gods, right?"

The young man then retracted his gaze, turned his head to look at the scribe, and said with a smile, "You are an uncompromising and meritorious minister. After all, you have left some literary luck for Tong Yezhou."

The scribe laughed at himself: "It's just self-preservation, it can't be called meritorious."

Cui Dongshan nodded and said, "Of course I'm just saying a polite word to you. My husband taught me that sweetness can be used as money when you go out."

Cui Dongshan nodded to himself and said, "When you're out, do someone a favor and help. Helping people is worthless, why not do it."

The scribe twitched the corners of his mouth and said, "It seems that fellow Daoist has a good gentleman."

"There are immortals and Buddhas in the family, and there is the true way for daily use. If you enter the room of Zhilan, the secret palace of Linlang, you can be sages even if you are not holy."

The boy in white put his hands on his back and laughed, "My husband also heard the truth of not spending money from the old man in his hometown."

The scribe said, "If fellow Daoists have finished speaking, then I will issue an expulsion order."

Cui Dongshan waved his hand, "No, it's still early, I'm just talking about things, regardless of my heart, and no one is perfect."

"It's like Tuzi buying meat. He goes on the scale and weighs two pounds. One collects the money, the old man is innocent, and the other buys the meat."

"Only when it comes to scholars doing learning, do they need to argue and discuss their hearts."

Listening to the strange words of the strange outsider, the scribe finally couldn't help but ask, "Who are you, who is qualified to be rewarded here for meritorious deeds?"

Cui Dongshan blinked, "He's been here before, and you've seen him, right?"

The scribe smiled and asked, "It's inexplicable and mindless, what the **** is fellow Daoist talking about?"

Cui Dongshan waved his sleeves and complained: "We are all scholars, we can eat indiscriminately, but we can't talk nonsense. I warn you not to talk nonsense. I am a bad tempered person, so be careful what you say. Mindless."

The scribe smiled and said, "No matter how holy you are, you might as well open the skylight and say something bright, tell me, if you have anything to do with me."

Because of Dao's roots, although his ability to fight can be completely ignored, he is really not afraid of the entanglement of a great cultivator.

Especially in this world, Tong Yezhou returned to the hands of the Confucian Temple.

He also did not feel that a great monk on the mountain would dare to act recklessly in the land of Gyeonggi in the current Yunyan Kingdom.

The teenager took out a Yuzhu folding fan from his sleeve, twisted his fingers, and opened it with a snap. There were four characters written on the fan, convincing people with virtue.

"I take the liberty of visiting today, just to have a small request to discuss it with you."

"Fellow Daoist, please speak."

"Follow me in the future, take care of someone who is so ruthless, you can also eat and drink spicy food."

"If I refuse?"

The teenager turned the fan, and it was also four big characters, and he refused to be beaten to death.

The scribe choked for a moment, was silent for a long time, and said with a sneer, "Friend Daoist's tone is not small."

Cui Dongshan gently waved the bamboo fan, "When he stood here, did he say anything?"

The scribe asked back, "Are you a gentleman of a certain academy?"

Cui Dongshan's eyes were sad, as if he was very wronged, "It's good, why are you scolding people?"

The scribe narrowed his eyes and said, "Fellow Daoist's words are witty."

"You really don't recognize me?"

"I don't know, and I don't want to know."

"I'm Dongshan!"

The scholar was stunned, Dongshan? The Cui Dongshan of Qingping Sword Sect?

After all, if you can find the monks here all the way, they will definitely not be ordinary Qi practitioners.

In the capital of Yunyan Kingdom, on the day when the two dragons raised their heads in February this year, the ancestors' hall was temporarily formed to dig a big ditch. There are only two seats in the ancestors' hall. The originator's forces, such as Yu Guizong, worshipped Wang Ji, and there was an old patriarch who was very senior but unknown in foreign nationality.

Of course, there is also the Qingping Sword Sect who was born in the sky. They are Chong Qiu, who is at the helm of Quanfu, and Cao Qingqing, the master of Jingxing Peak.

For some reason, Miyu, the Great Sword Immortal who was the chief enshrined, actually gave the seat of the Patriarch Hall to the young Cao Qingqing.

So why not take a great sword immortal from the Great Wall of Sword Qi seriously?

Mi Yu, who has the nickname of "Mi's waist", really won't hold grudges about it?

Cui Dongshan closed the folding fan and said with a smile: "As long as you agree to my invitation, I can in turn promise you one thing as a greeting. Believe me, that is something that you have been thinking about for thousands of years, and it will definitely make you get it. Get what you want."

"Oh? Could it be that Sect Master Cui can read minds?"

"Mind reading? Nothing, I'm better at guessing people's thoughts."

The scholar of Yunyan Kingdom, who was born from the manifestation of the literary movement, smiled and said, "Tell me about it."

Cui Dongshan said, "I will take you to the Zhongtu Confucian Temple in the future to exchange knowledge with Jingsheng Xiping."

"really?"

"Take it seriously, it must be taken seriously!"

Cui Dongshan patted his chest and said, "My husband, I'm a good friend who has never met before, dear friend!"

The scribe pondered for a moment and said, "Let me think about it."

Cui Dongshan nodded and said, "That's right."

The scribe suddenly asked, "Aren't you afraid that I will collude with him?"

Cui Dongshan sighed, "You're such a scrap, you think too highly of yourself. The reason why I ask this is just curious. When he stood here, he was crying silently and crying."

Cui Dongshan hurriedly defended himself, "Don't be angry, I'm a straight talker, but a knife with a bean curd heart. Don't you believe me?"

The boy in white sighed, full of the smell of stinky tofu.

The scribe was dumbfounded.

Cui Dongshan tapped his fan on his shoulder and smiled.

The barbarian culture is meticulous, and suffers from ignorance of confidants in the world.

It is said, it is only said that many years ago, Haoran Jia Sheng, who left his hometown, once stood on the hanging mountain for a long time, looking north at his hometown alone.

Cui Dongshan suddenly stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, "Since it's my own family, I have to make a small report with you, a thief stole your engraving plate! It's hateful and hateful, let's beat him?!"

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The capital of Yuxuan Kingdom, Yongjia County.

In an alley, a Taoist priest stopped abruptly, looked into a small courtyard, and let out a sigh.

In the courtyard, there was a slender young man who was weaving a dustpan under the light of the moonlight. His ears were sharp, and he was startled at first. When he turned his head to look at the other side of the alley, and crossed the low wall, he saw that familiar face, a dark young man full of His face was surprised, he couldn't believe it, and murmured: "Wu Daochang?"

The Taoist twitched his beard and smiled, "It's purely a coincidence that we met again."

The boy hurriedly put down the dustpan half-woven in his hand, got up and walked to the low wall, and asked in surprise, "Wu Daochang is this?"

In the middle of the night, in the middle of the night, Daochang Wu couldn't come here to admire the moon, right?

The Taoist priest looked around and said solemnly: "Recently, there are monsters in the capital, and the Taoism is not shallow, rampant, and good at hiding and escaping. Tonight, Pindao is tracking the other side's tracks all the way to this point. I never thought about it or let it escape. In a good place in the country, under the feet of the emperor, so arrogant and lawless, the poor Dao naturally can't bear it. Generally, a cultivator who knows a little bit of magic is powerless to deal with it, oh, but since you encounter a poor Dao, let it be This trip down the mountain to go out, I haven't read the almanac."

Teenager is bewildered.

Seeing this, the Taoist priest changed to a simple and easy-to-understand vernacular, "There is a monster who has become a spirit, and he goes down the mountain to harm people.

The young man's eyes lit up for a moment, and sure enough, he was guessed by himself. This Daoist Wu, who is very immortal at first glance, is definitely not only a fortune teller to make money, he is really the kind of immortal who can subdue demons and eliminate demons!

The walls of the yellow mud courtyard are not high, and the two sides have a dialogue on the partition wall.

The teenagers in the hospital were short and thin, while the Taoist priests in the alley were slender and a head taller.

The young man was worried and asked in a low voice, "Daochang Wu, the monster has escaped, will it harm anyone?"

"Since Pindao has appeared and played with it, it already knows how powerful it is, and it will definitely not dare to show up in the capital tonight, and will only find a place to hide."

The Taoist smiled and said: "Besides, it was only temporarily escaped from sight. Pindao has several unique immortal methods, and he guarantees that he will win it before dawn, and he will be sure. "

The young man secretly backed his hands, rubbed his sackcloth clothes, and got up his courage, said with a face: "Wu Daochang

sit inside? "

The Taoist snorted, "Alright, I'll drink it with you. The water doesn't need to be boiled. If you have a water tank, you can just pour a spoonful of well water into it."

The young man opened the door of the courtyard and led the Taoist priest into the courtyard. He first let the Taoist Wu sit on the bench, and he immediately went to the kitchen to spoon water. The Taoist priest was really not particular about sitting on a stool, but just sat straight on the steps. Over there, he gently reminded the young man that he could just take the gourd, no need to take the bowl. When the young man trotted all the way over, the Taoist priest took the old gourd, raised his head and drank it, wiping his mouth, After returning the gourd, the Taoist priest exhaled and said with a smile, "Thank you. A scoop of water is enough."

When the young man put the gourd and scoop back in the stove and returned, the Taoist priest smiled and said, "By the way, I have never asked your name or name."

The young man didn't sit on the bench either. He sat on the steps like Daochang Wu, leaned to his side, and replied respectfully, "Daochang Wu, my name is Baiyun."

The Taoist priest nodded, "The surname is Bai Mingyun? It is indeed a name that is easy to remember."

In Lu Chen's chapter on Heaven and Earth, there was a phrase, "A thousand years old, tired of the world and gone to the immortals, riding the white clouds to the emperor's hometown", maybe this is the real book without coincidence?

The young man hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice, "I don't dare to lie to the Taoist priest. In fact, Baiyun is only my current name. My original surname is Ning, and my name is Ning Ji."

The Taoist priest was obviously a little surprised. He sighed and said with a smile, "Surname Ning? A very good surname."

After a moment of silence, the Taoist said with admiration: "If the astronomical disorder is turbulent and the wind and fog are always present, Ningji can only be obtained by practicing morality. Ningji, a good name. Apart from the literal meaning, I think the person who gave you this name back then. , I have high hopes for you."

The young man was stunned for a while, then his face was sullen, and he lowered his head, but the young man quickly raised his head and smiled at the knowledgeable Wu Daochang.

This young man named Ning Ji, deep in his eyes, there is a kind of sadness that seems to be self-pity, but also a kind of unknown gratitude.

Chen Pingan patted the young man on the shoulder and said with a smile: "But I think that the name may not have that kind of expectation, it's just a literal meaning, that's all, I just hope that you will be free from illness and disaster, and be safe and sound. ."

For those who have been young, seeing some young people again is like seeing myself.

Ning Ji, who could barely sullen face, immediately burst into tears after hearing this sentence, lowered his head, and nodded vigorously.

The sorrow and nostalgia of the youth are full of moonlight, flowing like water.

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The night fog was like a gauze, and in the hazy, there was the outline of a mountain gentleman, a pair of fist-sized eyeballs, glittering and captivating.

This Shanjun walked silently, with a huge body, teeth higher than people, and as big as an ox.

Generally speaking, there are many snakes in the mountains, but the mountain walkers in this temple have never seen large insects or long insects.

Fortunately, the mountain walkers in the temple did not see this scene. The monks in the temple were all naked-eyed mortals who had never practiced immortality, otherwise they would be scared to death.

Yuan Huajing carried a cotton bag and said to the Shanjun: "You go back first, I will tell Shanzhu Chen about that matter, but whether it is successful or not depends on your own good fortune."

There is the famous mountain of the big temple, and there are many allusions similar to the fish and dragon listening to Sanskrit.

Shan Jun nodded his head, turned around and left.

Yuan Huajing used the small temple on the mountain as a place to relax and escape the summer heat, and he had known this mountain gentleman who could not refine his form for many years.

For hundreds of years, the monks in the mountains have never seen him in their entire lives.

There is only one Shanzhi Zhang with a long history left. There was a Shanling who specially protected the Dharma for the great monks. When the monks' hearts were irregular, it would roar and warn.

Yuan Huajing looked towards the gate of the mountain, stepped out one step, and his figure dissipated like a cloud. When he gathered, he was already in the temple. In an elegant and quiet guest room, there were still lights in the room.

The young hidden official who showed off the appearance of an old scholar with two white temples, held a scroll of Taoism, opened the door, and said with a smile, "Why did Yuan Jianxian go down the mountain?"

In fact, the two sides talked a lot during the day in the pavilion by the Juxian Cliff.

Yuan Huajing stretched out his hand and handed the bag to Chen Ping'an, "It's a native product of this place, three catties of yellow essence. It's not respectful to talk about it."

"Good stuff, I've always wanted to go to the mountains to dig it up, but it's just been delayed until now."

Chen Ping'an was unceremonious, took the bag from Yuan Huajing's hand, lifted it, and weighed it, "Even the bag with Huang Jing, two jins and nine taels."

Huangjing can tonify qi, soothe the five internal organs, and prolong life by long-wearing. Therefore, this substance is also known as "Wujizhi" in medicine books, because of the essence of obtaining the earth, so there is a saying among the Qi practitioners on the mountain that "the immortals have surplus food", and it has always been one of the common medicinal foods for the immortal masters of genealogy. However, the medicinal properties of Polygonatum chinensis vary widely from place to place. In fact, Chen Pingan is no stranger to this. It was found in the mountains in his hometown back then, and it was not a rare thing, so he was more accustomed to calling it preserved rice, as a kind of grass for saving the poor.

Yuan Huajing said straight to the point: "I have nothing to do without going to the Three Treasures Hall. I went down the mountain overnight this time because I have something to ask for."

Chen Ping'an lifted the bag of Huang Jing in his hand and smiled, "It's okay to take someone else's hand and say it straight, whoever can help will definitely help."

Yuan Huajing said: "There are tigers in the mountains. They have been enlightened for hundreds of years, but they have not been able to successfully refine their shapes. These few kilograms of yellow essence came from the earth. I just help to give them away."

Chen Ping'an thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "These mountain spirits are magical, but they are stagnant in the shape of a skin and become strange. No wonder they are in a hurry and go to the doctor in a hurry."

Yuan Huajing patiently waited for the answer.

Chen Ping'an mentioned the book of Taoism in the middle, which can also be said to be a herbal book with a brief summary. Since ancient times, Taoism and medicine have not been separated.

"Since it happened to be a fate for each other."

"I'm here to help."

Yuan Huajing nodded and turned to leave.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "I've come here, don't rush to leave, anyway, I have nothing to do, so let's talk a little more."

Involuntarily, he led Yuan Huajing across the threshold, Chen Ping'an put the book on the table, and brought a chair to Yuan Huajing. Yuan Huajing looked at the extremely simple house, which was similar to his residence.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "The Zhou Haijing who supplemented the earthly branches gave you a lot of headaches, didn't you?"

When Yuan Huajing thought of this great female master, he really had a headache, but it was strange that Zhou Haijing joined the earthly branch.

Chen Ping'an asked casually, "If I remember correctly, you seem to have been the orthography of Da Li's secretary province?"

Yuan Huajing said indifferently: "It's just a family arrangement, poetry and prose, false things on paper, nothing to help people's customs, strong men don't do it."

Chen Ping'an whispered, "Listening, this is a bit owed, do you have a back pain when you stand, do you have the ability to go out and how."

Yuan Huajing smiled.

Suddenly remembered that the young hidden official in front of him, as a closed disciple of Wensheng's lineage, seemed not to be even a Gongsheng or a scholar?

Chen Pingan asked, "How did you first think of coming here to hide in peace?"

Yuan Huajing looked a little bit self-deprecating, and gave a vague answer that was equivalent to not saying, "The ghosts are making things happen."

Then Yuan Huajing asked back, "Are you here for something?"

Chen Ping'an wondered, "Why do you ask this?"

Yuan Huajing glanced at this seemingly sincere guy, and he was full of slander. Why should he ask, you, the young mountain master of Luopo Mountain, is a master who doesn't see rabbits and doesn't scatter eagles.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Could it be that Yuan Jianxian thinks that what I'm asking for has collided with your purpose of coming here, and it can't be beaten, so he has to go down the mountain overnight, which can not only help the Taoist friend in the mountain to find a solution, but also Come to my side, find out, the answer is yes, you have to die, otherwise, Yuan Jianxian still has a chance."

Yuan Huajing nodded, and admitted generously: "I do have this idea."

Chen Ping'an said: "If you say that I came here for nothing, you certainly don't believe it, but no matter what you think, I just treat people with sincerity, and I have nothing outside my heart. What I ask for is indeed not outside my body."

Two or two were silent for a while.

Chen Ping'an was the first to speak, and asked curiously, "What kind of treasure is it worth Yuan Jianxian's attention?"

Aware of Chen Pingan's strange expression, Yuan Huajing said angrily, "Whether it is a son of the Yuan family or a sword cultivator, there is no reason to not ask for it or take it by force."

Chen Pingan nodded, Yuan Huajing still had some conceit and arrogance.

Yuan Huajing suddenly asked, "Have you seen the chicken soup monk, the monk Shenqing?"

Chen Ping'an nodded, "When I participated in the discussion in the Confucian Temple, I saw this Buddhist dragon elephant from afar, but I never talked."

"Then have you heard about the three guardians of this Buddhist dragon elephant?"

Chen Ping'an shook his head. It was the first time he heard about such secrets. Seeing Yuan Huajing's skepticism, he could only explain with a smile: "Believe it or not, I have learned a lot about the Buddhist koan for so many years, but this It's true that I don't really explore the secret things on the mountain."

Yuan Huajing was very suspicious, so he roughly explained the three Dharma-guarding sessions. The first Dharma-guarding of the monk Shenqing was the sutra on the back of a white horse, and the Dharma was passed on to the east.

The second time, in the Qingming world, there was a far-reaching debate on Buddhism and Daoism. Many Daoists failed in their debates. They shaved their hair on the spot as promised, changed their doors, and transferred to Buddhism.

The third Daoist guard was at Dongshan Temple in Potou Mountain, where he "did not choose his roots and opened the door of the Dharma", secretly escorting a young monk down the mountain to a ferry.

When Chen Ping'an heard this, he nodded lightly.

Yuan Huajing asked: "Since you are proficient in gold and stone seal carving, you must know that there is a bright red seal in the world, but there is no text."

Chen Ping'an said solemnly: "Of course, it was a piece of pounding rice dropped by that Zen patriarch. Back then, he went up the mountain to ask the Fifth Patriarch and first entered the temple to do rice pounding labor. Because of his thin body, the Sixth Patriarch had to pound the rice with the waist stone. "

Yuan Huajing didn't hide it, and simply told the truth, "This seal is in this temple."

This matter is extremely concealed, and there is no official record of Dali, but Cui Guoshi mentioned it casually back then, and the speaker had no intention of listening, so Yuan Huajing wanted to come here to try his luck.

Chen Ping'an asked, "Does it have something to do with your hidden life flying sword?"

Yuan Huajing seemed very candid, "It's not some relationship, but the concern."

Chen Ping'an was a little surprised, but since it involved Yuan Huajing's fundamentals of Taoism, he didn't ask any further questions.

He and the descendants of the Yuan Clan of the Upper Pillar Kingdom are neither enemies nor friends. Although the relationship has eased after a few more conversations today, the friendship is not that good in the end.

Yuan Huajing was silent for a long time, and suddenly said: "I seem to have two flying swords of my life, but in fact one of them is an imitation sword, and it came from the hands of Cui Guoshi."

Chen Pingan was lost in thought.

Yuan Huajing asked: "I'm asking you about something, and it's optional to answer or not. That dragon slayer, you don't know the path of the fourteenth realm? Can you tell me?"

Just because of the existence of this sword cultivator, for three thousand years, all the descendants of dragons, daffodils, and all those who have the hope of achieving the True Dragon Dao have not dared to "cross the Thunder Pond" for three thousand years. , How long is the Taoist age, don't you always dare to walk in the water?

Wasn't it because he was afraid that the sword would go into the air and pass through Dongting again?

Chen Ping'an regained his senses, shook his head and said, "It's too taboo to share the secret with you."

Yuan Huajing nodded.

Chen Pingan said: "That imitation sword is an imitation of the flying sword of my brother's life, right?"

Yuan Huajing smiled and said, "Guess."

Damn, it's really comfortable to learn the yin and yang of this young hidden official.

Chen Ping'an didn't care, and smiled: "Yuan Jianxian has only learned a little bit. What is there to be happy about? There is a long way to go, and we will continue to work hard."

It was quiet outside, with cypress trees in front of the courtyard.