Lanke Chess Edge

Daoist Qingsong, master and apprentice are not fools after all. Although Mr. Ji didn't say anything, it was obvious enough that these two Jinpao people were mortals.

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In this era, it was not because of the fate of the previous life. There were not so many reliable means of transportation. A heavy bighead carp from the Tongtian River was carried up the mountain alive, and he couldn't see his face, so he was a fairy.

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Thanks to this big fish, in Yunshanguan's kitchen, from killing fish to cooking, there was a lot of excitement.

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Thanks to the large stove and pot, it would be difficult to cook that big fish head.

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When it was time for dinner, apart from green vegetables, fruits and vegetables and some bacon, the highlight was naturally all fish.

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The wild **** in the mountains, combined with the fresh sour cabbage purchased by the people at the foot of the mountain, plus the old Chinese peppercorns and a variety of seasonings called dried chili, blended into a fresh, salty and slightly spicy fish head soup.

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A table of the Eight Immortals was placed in the front yard of the gymnasium. Apart from the dishes in a circle, the most eye-catching thing was a cauldron.

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That's right, because they didn't have a big enough bowl and didn't want to destroy the integrity of the fish soup, Taoist Qingsong master and apprentice used a spare pot as a serving utensil, put four suitable stones on it, and served it directly on the table.

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This way of eating is relatively novel, and the seasoning is really good. In addition to today's good mood, Lao Long doesn't think it's too bad, but Long Zi Yingfeng eats well, and thinks that Qingsong Taoist's cooking skills are really passable.

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For the two dragons, this meal is actually just a taste, and it is impossible to eat enough.

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The food is home-cooked, and the wine is the local wine that Huang Xingye brought up that day. It is not rare, but the atmosphere is better than that of the Shuifu birthday banquet. Even listening to Qingsong Taoist's death-fortune-telling stories, it is also a blessing. The dinner table is interesting.

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By the time I was full of food and drink, it was already completely dark.

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Ying's father and son Ji Yuan chatted very late in the Guanzhong Courtyard, mainly by Ji Yuan and Lao Long, a store of knowledge from a previous life was put there, plus the mood and insights of this life, what to talk about One can say a few words, one has his own way of doing things and his own experience, and he has his own opinions on everything he talks about.

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Ji Yuanhui couldn't help but ask questions that he didn't know but was interested in, such as the situation in all walks of life in the ten directions today, and listen to Lao Long's views on some things.

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Lao Long will also ask himself what he wants to know out of curiosity. For example, he mentioned the sword mark on the edge of Chunhui Mansion in Jizhou, and Ji Yuan also organized a language to talk about the fact that people killed demons and evil spirits in Yizhou flying swords for thousands of miles. After a moment, although the words were simple, they made Long Zi and the two Taoists fascinated.

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Of course, the topic sometimes flies around. For example, because Ji Yuan casually mentioned the fish for dinner, he turned to how to cook the essence of water like Yinqiaozi, which is also a bit strong.

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Ji Yuan became interested in chatting. Whether it was his own curious questions or some discussion topics, Lao Long could say a few words. Since he came to this world, he has rarely been able to chat so smoothly. He felt that Lao Long had a similar mentality.

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What's even more rare is that neither of them has any scruples about trivial matters. They can see their true temperament in their hearts, and they can talk about whatever they want to talk about. They can criticize immortals and despise other dragons.

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Afterwards, from the stars and the sun and the moon to the growth of all things, from the demons and monsters to the correct way, from the replacement of the dynasty to the rise and fall of aristocratic families, everything is discussed at will.

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When some truths are discussed at the end, it is inevitable that they will get stuck. At this time, the lucky ones will often recall a sentence or two of Huang Ting’s moral words in the previous life. If they blurt out their words, they will see their own meaning. Mysterious feeling.

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The further back, even Long Ziyingfeng didn't dare to interrupt casually, but just listened carefully.

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……

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"Ah...ho...I'm sleepy...Mr. Ji, talk to me, I want to go to bed."

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"Yes, me too……"

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The yawns of the two men stopped the conversation.

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Qi Xuan and Qi Wen can only understand a little bit about many things.

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"Hey, hey, don't go, don't go. It's good to hear it. You two Taoists don't know what's going on. Do you know how many high-ranking guys in the world can't ask for this tonight?"

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Long Ziyingfeng pulled Qingsong Taoist and Qi Wen forcibly and refused to let them go. The two yawning people had to ask for help. They are not fools. Of course, they can distinguish some of the strangeness of the content. The more my mind grows, the more it will be unbearable.

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"Let them go to sleep, the two priests are no stronger than your highness."

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Ji Yuan said so, Long Zi had no choice but to let go, looking at Qi Xuan and Qi Wen with a regretful expression.

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After the two people left, Long Zi, who was looking forward to continuing to listen, found that his father and Uncle Ji didn't say anything.

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Lao Long stood up slowly, and bowed his hands at Ji Yuan.

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"Talking with Mr. Ji all night, the old man has benefited a lot!"

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Ji Yuan also got up and gave a very solemn return.

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"Each one another, Ji also gained a lot."

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Long Zi was a little stunned, looking at the colors of the east. Although it was still gray, he felt that the dawn was coming, and it turned out that the night had passed before he knew it.

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At this moment, both Lao Long and Ji Yuan have left the table.

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"It's almost time, it's time for the old man to say goodbye. Next time I brew new ambergris, I'll be the first to come to Mr. Ji for a drink."

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"Well, next time, I will also go to the garden shop to buy some old Qianrichun, and let the old gentleman taste it."

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"A word is for sure!"

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"A word is for sure!"

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The old dragon smiled brightly and looked at the dragon child who was still at the table.

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"What are you still doing, let's go!"

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"Oh, ah? Dad, why are you leaving in such a hurry? Tongtianjiang has a younger sister, and you are not Jiang Shen."

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The old dragon shook his head, so he grabbed the dragon son and flew away in a shadow. If he left his son behind, he would have to be cheeky to ask for trouble.

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Ji Yuan watched Long Ying fly away, and felt extremely comfortable. After chatting that night, Lao Long said that he had benefited a lot, so he was even more so with someone.

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I plan to go see the sunrise, but there is one more thing before that.

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Ji Yuan jumped lightly, stepped out of the Yunshan Temple like a flutter, and fell straight to a bush next to the kitchen outside the Guan. He bent down and reached under the bush to **** for a while, and then he took out two fur-colored gray White little things.

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It was the two minks whose old wounds had not healed, and they had already passed out.

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"Tsk tsk tsk, the two of you are also lucky, but if you are eaten by lynx birds and beasts in this coma, it will be too miserable, let's sleep in another place."

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He got up again and jumped into the Yunshan Temple. Ji Yuan flung his soft energy and threw the two little ferrets into the Taoist kitchen and threw them under the firewood.

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When the world is clear, the sun rises above the sea of ​​clouds, the power of the sun attracts the fire of the heart, the fire of the heart induces the soil of the stomach, the soil of the stomach produces the metal of the lungs, the metal of the lungs produces the water of the kidneys, and the water of the kidneys nourishes the liver and wood. ...

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Ji Yuan consciously practiced diligently without hindrance. He practiced and realized the magic of magic in Yunshan Mountain, sometimes on Yanxia Peak, sometimes on Guanri Peak, and sometimes on other peaks.

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Sometimes in the early morning, the sea of ​​clouds rises and the white mist rises, and sometimes in the evening, I realize the yin and yang changes at the moment when the sun is in balance.

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When no one disturbs and distracted thoughts, it often takes several days to experiment with an idea of ​​using the breeze to express the spirit, and even scheming like a child, he will walk on the clouds and chase a breeze, wanting to recreate the essence.

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And constantly trying to draw out the true fire of samadhi is not an overnight thing.

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Ji Yuan spends a small amount of time sleeping in Yunshan View, and most of the time sits directly in the mountain. It's not that he doesn't want to sleep in bed, but that he realizes the mystery of magic and it is easy to forget the time, and he really "forgets food and sleep".

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Sometimes when I'm not careful, the time actually jumps from ten to ten days. In a blink of an eye, a year and a half have passed, and Ji Yuan also had to sigh: "There is no time in the mountains."

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During the period, there were also trivial matters such as Huang Xingye's visit to Yunshan Temple again, but they had nothing to do with Jiyuan.

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As a party to the evil-inducing incident, Huang Xingye still has a lot of troubles. Even if there is no special advice from the land master, Huang Xingye does not intend to publicize it, but Chu Mingcai died in the Huang family. There is an explanation from the government, and at the same time, it also needs to deal with the affairs of the government.

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Even though there are some troublesome things in the middle, Huang Xingye is still at peace in general, after all, his life is no longer in danger.

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When everything was over, Huang Xingye once again brought people to visit Yunshan to thank him. Even though he knew that the person who went down the mountain with him was not the Taoist Qingsong, he had finally asked for a savior from Yunshan. Sending gifts to Yunshan...

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Spring goes to the summer solstice and the cicadas chirp, and summer goes to autumn to bring the golden wind.

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This is the autumn of the second year of Jiyuan Yunshan's Qing repair. It is far away in Ning'an County, Desheng Prefecture, Jizhou. This year, I live in the small pavilion of An, and the jujube trees bloom again but do not bear fruit.

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In fact, the jujube tree in Ju'an Xiaoge bloomed and produced very few fruits last year. Yin Qing climbed up the tree and counted how many times he had nothing to do. Even with the fire jujube still on the branch, the fruit was not enough. Hundred grains.

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These jujube fruits are all big and red, which is very attractive, especially the earliest batch of jujubes that survived two years ago, which are bright as fire. Sometimes Yin Qing will delusionally think that the jujube has a faint light at night.

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On this day, Yin Qing was sitting on the stone table in the small pavilion of Ju'an, reading a book, because under the jujube tree, he felt that it was easier to concentrate and breathe easier, and there was always a weak breeze under the jujube tree during this summer and autumn. Blow, cool.

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A copy of "The Study of Rites" had already been memorized by heart. Yin Qing put down the book and looked up at the attractive jujubes on the jujube tree.

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"Hey... It's been almost two years that you haven't allowed you to pick one, you're so stingy... Dad, a third- and second-ranked champion, in the end he couldn't stay in the capital, and went to Wanzhou to become a prefect~www.NovelMTL.com ~My mother went to Wanzhou together, but I can't go, I went, who will clean the house and the small pavilion, and who will take care of the jujube tree, you, I've worked so hard, you can't give me a jujube to comfort me Come on!"

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Yin Qing grumbled and said that the jujube tree just didn't respond to the breeze, just like an ordinary fruit tree.

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"Hey... I'm going to the academy in a while, I can't see you every day, I can only come back every two weeks, ay..."

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Sighing, Yin Qing quietly raised her head again, the jujube tree was still swaying in the wind.

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"Well, you big jujube tree, you have a hard heart, no, you have a wooden head!"

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Just as he was talking bitterly, when Yin Qing lowered his head, he suddenly found a fiery red coming in from the half-open courtyard door.

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"Little Fox!"

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The sound of surprise popped out of Yin Qing's mouth, and before he could say the next word, he suddenly found a fiery red jujube falling on the top of the fox's head.

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"Boom~"

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The red fox immediately jumped away in fright, holding his head and looking up, only to see another jujube magnified in front of his eyes.

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"Boom~"

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"Ugh..."

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The fox claws rubbed his nose, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, there were three more "dong dong dong..." above his head.

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Yin Qing stared at this scene dumbfounded, and pointed at the jujube tree with trembling fingers.

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"You... you are biased! You are too biased!"