Sword of Coming

A ferry going to the Zhongyue boundary of the old Zhuying Dynasty stopped at a ferry called Miasma Cloud.

Two men and one woman disembarked quietly.

Wei Bo stood on the viewing platform on the top floor of the ferry, watching the three of them leave.

After approaching the Zhuying Dynasty, it was equivalent to leaving his own mountain and entering other people's territory. Wei Bo's perception of Piyun Mountain weakened a lot. The invisible rules that the mountain and water gods have to abide by. The mountain gods wading in the water and the water gods climbing the mountains have to be tied up. A big mountain tiger leaves his own jurisdiction to visit his fellow tigers.

But even so, it's still not a big problem.

No way, he, Wei Bo, is now the first tiger in the upper five realms in the history of Aquarius Island. The Zhongyue tiger who doesn't pay much attention to etiquette, even if he is equal to the Yupu realm, is not a real god of the upper five realms after all.

Leaving the Beiyue territory this time, both public and private, Wei Bo has a decent argument, even if the Dali court is not happy to see the success, they are willing to turn a blind eye.

Wei Bo's referrer on the stage of Dali Temple is Xu Ruo, a Mohist ranger.

Back then Wei Bo left Qidun Mountain with Xu Ruo and went to Piyun Mountain.

The stooped Zhu Lian was unarmed.

The slender Lu Baixiang wears a narrow knife to stop the snow.

On the other side of the ferry, after Liu Chongrun got off the boat, he couldn't help but said to Zhu Lian who was walking beside him: "Mr. Zhu, it's not difficult to find the dragon boat in the Water Palace. Fortunately, the Water Palace is a perfect product of ancient immortals. I have mastered the method of opening mountains, which is a treasure of the fairy family. Put it together, a water palace is only the size of a carriage, and can be transported to the ferry, but the dragon boat has always been only at the level of small refinement. Can spend some fairy money, use that dragon boat as a ferry, and flaunt it in the market."

Zhu Lian smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, there will be special people escorting us to hunt for treasures on the side of the Dali Iron Cavalry. Afterwards, we will return to Luopo Mountain by dragon boat, and it will be unimpeded."

Liu Chongrun smiled wryly, "Mr. Zhu is really not joking?"

Zhu Lian said solemnly: "Island Master Liu is the master of the sect, and also a golden core earth immortal who rides the clouds and fog. I am a bad old man, how dare I make mistakes."

Liu Chongrun felt that he had to take one step at a time.

The water palace and dragon boat have always been Liu Chongrun's heart disease.

Who to give it to is a big question, even if you give it away, if you accidentally send it to the wrong one, it will be the dismal ending of Zhuchai Island's restlessness for the next hundred years, and whether you can keep the Patriarchal Hall is a matter of debate.

Before doing business with Luopo Mountain, in order to continue to gain a foothold in Shujian Lake and not be annexed by Zhenjingzong as a vassal island, Liu Chongrun weighed the pros and cons, and then revealed the matter of Water Palace to Zhenjingzong. Bow your head, Liu Chongrun will take it as a waste of money and eliminate disasters. The Zhenjingzong is worthy of being the gate of the next sect of Yuguizong, the leader of Tongyezhou. Sure enough, he has no malicious intentions. Not only was the island able to retain the Patriarch Hall, but it was also exchanged for a Peace and Peace card issued by the Dali Criminal Department to the monks on the mountain. He is a familiar direct disciple of Zhuchai Island.

It's just that the subsequent developments were beyond imagination. Inexplicably, the Zhenjing Sect gave up the seizure of the water palace. Not only that, but the "Nothing Card" was not taken away from Zhuchai Island. For this reason, Liu Chongrun tremblingly ran to the palace. Liu Dao, of course he couldn't see the sect master Jiang, who never saw the end of the dragon. He only saw Liu Laocheng, the chief enshrined in the Zhenjing sect. It would be hot, Liu Laocheng dismissed Liu Chongrun in a few words.

Don't worry when you leave Gongliu Island? Liu Chongrun was not at ease at all.

But there is nothing else to do, we can't necessarily ask the Zhenjingzong to accept the Water Palace.

That's why Liu Chongrun finally decided to relocate to Longquan County, go to Luopo Mountain as a guest in person, choose the location on the back of the fish, and talk about secret matters with Luobo Mountain. After realizing the decision of Zhenjingzong, Zhu Lian, the chief steward, laughed a little weirdly at that time, and said that Island Master Liu should just rest assured, and Zhu Lian promised that even if Luobashan would not dig treasures, at least this news would never be leaked to anyone, so as not to Let the monks of Zhuchai Island carry a lot of treasures and cause trouble for the upper body.

Liu Chongrun still didn't dare to rest assured.

At this moment, Liu Chongrun had mixed feelings when he really embarked on the treasure hunt of his hometown. If it wasn't for the reappearance of the dragon boat in the water palace, Liu Chongrun would never set foot in this sad place again in his life.

Regarding the choice of the Dragon Boat in the Water Palace, Liu Chongrun has no hesitation.

The Water Palace is the foundation of a sect. It can be said to be a natural cave for immortals. Immortal monks would salivate, and it was enough to support a monk in the Nascent Soul Realm to practice on the ground, so at the beginning, the Zhenjing Sect gave Liu Chongrun a priceless nothing card, which was sincerity.

Although the huge dragon boat will not cross continents, it is enough to carry a large amount of goods to and from one continent. For the small Zhuchai Island, it is tasteless, but for the ambitious Luoluoshan, it is a solution. Urgent.

When Liu Chongrun was wandering thousands of miles, Lu Baixiang was talking secretly to Zhu Lian in a martial arts way of converging voices. Lu Baixiang asked with a smile: "Even if you successfully retrieve the dragon boat, you still have to run around, so it won't delay you." Cultivation? Became a famous figure in Lost Mountain, let alone being that unscrupulous Wu lunatic, wouldn't you feel uncomfortable every day?"

Zhu Lian replied with a smile: "I'm busy every day, I feel very comfortable."

Lu Baixiang said: "If you, Zhu Lian, have any plans, as long as the matter is revealed, even if Chen Pingan misses you, I will kill you with my own hands."

Zhu Lian said, "You don't have this kind of opportunity."

Lu Baixiang asked: "Does it mean that I am destined not to kill you, or are you really keeping your own place in Luoluo Mountain?"

Zhu Lian asked back: "What a great talent and strategy is Master Lu, the Lu Baixiang in the history of Ouhua Blessed Land has always been decisive in killing and killing, how did it become so sloppy?"

Lu Baixiang stopped talking.

In that world, Lu Baixiang is the ancestor, and Zhu Lian is the descendant.

Zhu Lian smiled and said: "As expected, only my young master understands me best, and Cui Dongshan can only be counted as half. As for you three fellow villagers, it's even worse."

Lu Baixiang laughed it off, and lightly stroked the handle of the narrow knife with his palm.

Zhu Lian glanced at Lu Baixiang's small movements, "Believe it or not, you can't even draw your sword out of its sheath now?"

Lu Baixiang smiled and said, "I don't really believe it."

Zhu Lian said, "Find an opportunity to practice with you?"

Lu Baixiang shook his head and said: "Let's leave it for now, let's talk about it in a few years."

Zhu Lian said with a smile: "I'm not afraid that Master Lu is alone. The sky is high and the emperor is far away. I'm used to staying in the backcountry. I live too comfortably in my childhood. I don't know the height of the sky and the depth of the earth."

Lu Baixiang turned to look at Zhu Lian.

Zhu Lian looked at him and said, "Lu Baixiang, from the blessed land of lotus blossoms where there are no cultivators, to the vast world where ghosts and gods run all over the mountains, especially in recent years, have you always been with your sword? Why? With the Dharma Saber in hand, I have it all in the world? Why don’t you just go and learn from the right side of Sui, and practice directly to seek immortality, it would be better.”

Lu Baixiang frowned and said, "You are hiding on the Luopo Mountain, and you need to always pay attention to fighting? How do you compare with me?"

Zhu Lian sneered and said, "Practicing boxing is my own business. Don't ask me. The answer is good or bad. I can tell you whatever you want. As for the truth, you have to ask yourself."

Lu Baixiang sighed, "It's a little troublesome."

Zhu Lian smiled and said: "In a small place, with good aptitude and good fortune, some impurity can't be revealed, but in a big world, it can't be. There are four of us in the picture scroll, I just think you are a little more pleasing to the eye, If you like it, say a few words less."

Lu Baixiang nodded, as if he had listened.

Although Liu Chongrun didn't know what the two of them were talking about, but just now Lu Baixiang's killing intent was revealed for a moment, which made her, the Golden Core Earth Immortal, feel a little palpitated.

And who is Lu Baixiang? It's just one of the names on the genealogy of Luobashan Patriarch Hall.

Liu Chongrun felt a little sad. When will Zhuchai Island become a truly stable sect of immortals? You don't need to look at people's faces, and you don't need to rent a mountain?

Is it really a wise choice to leave Shujian Lake with all the direct lineage monks, leaving only an empty shelf of the Patriarch Hall, settling in Longquan County, and building a mansion on the back of the crocodile?

Liu Chongrun doesn't know the answer now.

At present, Liu Chongrun only knows that Zhu Lian and Lu Baixiang who are not far away are both first-class martial arts masters, and any dynasty in the history of Aquarius Continent is the guest of the emperor and general, so he dare not neglect, The fist is just one reason, and the more important thing is that the warriors of the three realms of refining the gods have already involved the martial arts of a country, and they are not bad at all, and even more effective than the mountain and water gods who consolidate the aura of a place.

It's just that Zhu Lian and Lu Baixiang are at the level of martial arts, Liu Chongrun is not sure, as for who is more powerful, Liu Chongrun has no way of knowing, after all, there is no chance to see them really make a move.

For Zhu Lian's impression, he is more of the big butler of Luopo Mountain, who smiles at everyone and has dealt with them several times. Apart from being impeccable in his dealings with others and good at doing business, Liu Chongrun actually doesn't know much. Look at the flowers.

Lu Baixiang, on the other hand, is not easy to provoke at first glance, he has a good momentum, and anyone who is not blind can see it.

Liu Chongrun found that there seemed to be many unknown secrets hidden in Luopo Mountain. As long as he had the opportunity to get in touch with it, one after another would pop up, making people dizzy.

Wei Bo, the mountain lord of the Northern Mountain of Great Li, was a frequent visitor to Luopo Mountain, and the hunchbacked man with crooked eyes didn't even have the slightest respect for Wei Bo.

The shopkeeper surnamed Shi in the New Year's Shop in Qilong Lane had a strange skin, and seemed to have a hint of femininity, so that Liu Chongrun could not see the depth of the opponent's cultivation at all.

Chen Ruchu, Chen Lingjun, Zhou Mili, the three-headed monsters, especially the little boy in Tsing Yi, seemed to be at the bottleneck of the Dragon Gate Realm. Once it entered the Golden Core Realm, a golden core monster of the genus of a flood dragon would be comparable to that of an ordinary Golden Core cultivator. , can be treated as half a Nascent Soul. But from the looks of it, Chen Lingjun was the most unpopular one on Luopo Mountain, and he seemed to be left out, so he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with it. This is going to be left in Shujian Lake, so they have rebelled long ago, right?

Liu Chongrun would occasionally think, that young mountain master, is he trying to ascend to the sky in one step, and directly create a sect with the initial name of Luopo Mountain in Longquan County? Compete with the Saint Ruan Qiong's Longquan Sword Sect?

Will it be a little whimsical?

After all, there are many warriors and few monks on Luopo Mountain, and it is impossible to see who is the powerful Earth Immortal who is expected to enter the upper five realms.

On the other hand, Longquan Jianzong, which is adjacent to Luopo Mountain, and the number of disciples it has received, although there are still only a handful of monks, let alone the saint Ruan Qiong himself, Dong Gu is already a golden core. Lake, one night, she had seen the vision of the island with her own eyes, and she had a piece of peace card next to her, so she heard some very mysterious gossip, saying that Ruan Xiu had a relationship with an unknown white man. It is simply shocking for young people to hunt down and kill an old Yuanying Jianxiu from the Zhuying Dynasty together.

Furthermore, a famous mountain cannot contain two golden pills, and it is an unwritten rule on the mountain that they are allies at a distance and enemies at a close distance.

The territory of Longquan County, even if it is not small, is full of aura, and it cannot support two thriving Zongzixian families.

Zhu Lian, who had obviously never been to the Xianjia Ferry, was very familiar with the way. He led Liu Chongrun and Lu Baixiang. As soon as the three of them left the Miasma Cloud Ferry, Liu Chongrun saw a group of elite cavalry. That's all.

But it made Liu Chongrun instantly terrified.

Leading the three riders was a young man in the middle, with a calm expression. He was not wearing any armor, but he wore a big Li standard sword hanging from his waist.

Riding next to him was a handsome young man in a black robe, wearing a pair of long and short swords, squatting on the horse's back, yawning.

On the other side, is a stocky man.

Liu Chongrun felt that except for the chief general in the middle, the other two were very dangerous.

As for those great elite cavalry, Liu Chongrun was born as a subjugated princess who had listened to the government for many years and took care of the housework, so he was naturally an expert.

The Dali Iron Cavalry is good at fighting, not only willing to die generously on the battlefield, but also exuding an orderly atmosphere.

They are all traces carefully polished by the national teacher Cui Chan.

Zhu Lian looked up at the dark-skinned man, rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "Isn't this our Master Wu Xuanlang Wei!"

The man Zhu Lian called Wu Xuanlang was indifferent.

The young man in the middle turned his head and smiled, "Brother Wei, who is this old man?"

The man replied with a sharp look: "My surname is Zhu and my name is Lian. I'm an old acquaintance in my hometown. I'm a madman of martial arts. Now I'm traveling far away, and I'm in charge of someone in Longquan County."

The young man was a little surprised.

Grandmaster of the Eight Realms?

Why never heard of it? He knows all the distant warriors in Dali, because most of them have devoted themselves to the battlefield, and almost no one stays in the rivers and lakes.

As for the qi trainers of the eighth realm, he didn't care to hear about them.

He was born in the first-class general family of Dali, and was born in Chi'er Street in the capital, where the generals are like clouds. He has never had a good impression of people who practice Taoism, but he has a natural affinity for martial arts, whether it is the battlefield or the rivers and lakes. .

His ancestors all fought for the Dali court and for their surname with one punch and one knife.

When it comes to himself, the same is true, he Liu Xunmei is just like his good friend Guan Yiran, what he despises the most is the worm in Yichi Lane enjoying the blessings of his ancestors, his Liu Xunmei's name was given by Mr. Guan himself fetched.

Many dandies in Yichi Lane and Chi'er Street really couldn't afford to support them. Under the arrangement of their parents, they worked in the yamen for money, helped local rich men to build bridges, or introduced immortal masters from the mountains to be enshrined in good families. There are endless banquets and banquets throughout the year. This group of people, regardless of the size of the officialdom and banquets in the capital, are all uncles. The maids around them must be the fairy nuns, and the followers must be the gods on the mountain. Let them go to Chier. Look over the street? Which one didn't shrink its neck and speak in a low voice?

Liu Xunmei got off her horse, clasped her fists at Zhu Lian and smiled, "Liu Xunmei, I've met Senior Zhu!"

Zhu Lian hurriedly cupped his fists to return the salute, and said with a smile, "General Liu is young and promising, offering incense to his ancestors in the ancestral hall, full of confidence."

Liu Xun was delighted, and didn't think it was impolite for the other party to talk about ancestor incense.

The chief general dismounted, Wei Xian dismounted, and the rest of the cavalry dismounted one after another.

Only the young black-robed swordsman with a pair of red phoenix eyes continued to squat on the horse, nodded his head and said, "It's very powerful. Wei Xian, your hometown has talents. This point, follow us in Niping Lane." .”

Sword Xiu Cao Jun.

Cao Jun is a monk born and raised in Nan Po Suozhou, but Cao Xi, the patriarch of the family, was born in the mud bottle alley in Lizhu Cave.

Lu Baixiang, who had been walking behind Zhu Lian and Liu Chongrun, stood shoulder to shoulder with Zhu Lian.

Wei Xian nodded to Lu Baixiang, and Lu Baixiang nodded back with a smile.

After Wei Xian left Cui Dongshan, he joined the Dali Army and became a monk accompanying the army of the Dali Iron Cavalry. With the help of a series of real and dangerous fights, he is now temporarily serving as the commander of the army. If Wei Xian is willing to lead troops to fight in person, he can be promoted to a rank-6 military general according to the law, leading an old battalion and commanding more than a thousand soldiers.

This kind of corporal leader in Dali should be the most precious corporal leader in the world. He can meet all generals from the third-rank real power general on the road without saluting. If he is in the mood, he can just hold his fist.

Wei Xian has now won the sixth rank among the 12 ranks of military officials of the Great Li Iron Cavalry. Wu Xuanlang, who starts with the word Wu, and the first five military officers, are generally only awarded to military generals who have made outstanding achievements on the battlefield. The Dali Dynasty, which established the country with martial arts, has always been the first class of military officials, that is, the Shangzhu Kingdom, but the extremely respected title of Shangzhu Kingdom is not necessarily awarded only to warriors.

Cao Jun has always been Wei Xian's immediate boss. Relying on his military merits, he is in charge of all the monks accompanying the army of a large army of ten thousand cavalry. As the saying goes, don’t use your brain if you can’t use your brain, so troublesome things like dispatching troops and condemning generals like to leave it to Wei Xian who doesn’t know his roots. There are still some criticisms. I always feel that this guy is a servant of a certain boss in the Ministry of War. After seeing the war ended, he swears at the military merits. It's just that after a few fights, the gossip is gone. The reason is very simple. Stand side by side with Wei Xian The monks who accompanied the army in the battle, those who should have died in battle, all survived.

Dali Jingqi has prepared horses here, and everyone rides to the place where the treasure is hidden. It is not too far from the Miasma Cloud Ferry, more than two hundred miles away, the Dragon Boat of the Water Palace is buried at the bottom of a river, and the secret passage is extremely hidden , only Liu Chongrun has mastered the methods of cracking many landscape restrictions. Otherwise, even if he finds the treasure house, he will never enter the secret realm unless he smashes the roots of the water transport mountain.

When Liu Chongrun learned that this young cavalry general Liu Xunmei, who was less than thirty years old, was actually a fourth-rank general of Dalizheng, he was even more shocked.

On the one hand, he was amazed at the smooth progress of this person in his official career. The generals of Dali generals must have a solid foundation in military skills. On the other hand, he was surprised by the officialdom of Luoposhan. The one who showed up was the general Liu Xunmei, so the one who nodded and agreed to this matter must be a high-ranking and powerful general. Even if it is not Cao Ping and Su Gaoshan who have been entrusted as hunting envoys, they should be the generals who are only under the two of them. General Li Xianhe.

In fact, it's not only Liu Chongrun who can't figure it out, even Liu Xunmei herself can't figure it out. This time he led the team to travel, it was the meaning conveyed by a confidant of the general Cao Ping, and there were two green wave pavilions in the cavalry team The spy watched the army all the way, looking for signs, not whether the three of them behaved according to the rules, but whether he, Liu Xunmei, would make trouble.

This is very chewy. Could it be that Cao Ping, the new hunting envoy, has all eyes and hands, and wants to fill his own pocket with a big boss in Lubo Pavilion? Then General Cao chose to hide behind the scenes and sent his confidants to handle the matter himself? If he is really so bold, shouldn't Liu Xunmei be replaced by other loyal generals? If Liu Xunmei felt that this matter violated Dali's military law, he would definitely report it to the imperial court. Even if Cao Ping secretly killed and silenced him, how would he clean up the mess? The Liu family on Chi'er Street is not a house that Cao Ping can clean up casually. The key is that this move broke the rules. Over the past hundred years, Dali Wenwu, regardless of their family traditions, skills, and dispositions, has finally become accustomed to obeying the rules.

Being held accountable by the court, beheading that confidant and beloved general to take the blame? This is not like General Cao's style of acting.

But if someone is so powerful that he can make Cao Ping obey orders, and make a hunting envoy who is equivalent to the Zhu Kingdom in the temple plan in person, Liu Xunmei can't believe it, it will never be the meaning of the master Bar?

For a secret treasure of mountains and rivers with someone leading the way, why are you so sneaky?

The Dali iron cavalry went all the way south, and the collected objects on the mountain piled up into a mountain. Thousands of temples and temples were banned and smashed, and they all operated in accordance with the established rules of Dali.

This one?

Liu Xunmei was full of curiosity.

And I hope I can live to know that answer.

Liu Xunmei and Liu Chongrun drove side by side, discussing the route.

Wei Xian and Lu Baixiang followed closely, chatting about the past together.

Lu Baixiang can be regarded as the one who gets along the best on the surface among the four people in the picture scroll, and can chat with anyone.

The other three could barely speak to each other.

For some reason, Zhu Lian hanged on the tail of the cavalry with Cao Jun. They talked very happily, calling them brothers and talking about everything.

No matter what you Cao Jun say, the words that I, Zhu Lian, can't speak to your Cao Jun's heart, even if I am an old cook who is not good at cooking, I don't know how to watch people order dishes.

Cao Jun's eyes lit up so much that he wanted to leave the army and go to Luopo Mountain as an offering.

Li Xisheng took the bookboy Cui Ci with him, and after leaving Qingliangzong in the North, he returned to a state city in the Qinghao Kingdom.

In Zhoucheng, Li Xisheng bought a small house in a place called Dongxian Street. Opposite lived a family named Chen. They were well-to-do. A man of the same age, who happens to have a precious word in his name, named Chen Baozhou, is an idle literati who has no imperial examinations.

Li Xisheng came to Beiju Luzhou from Aquarius Island before, traveled all the way north, and then stopped here. Through some connections, he found a dirty job in the Yizhou Xuezheng Office. Before going to Qingliangzong, Every day, Li Xisheng walked past the "Kai Tianwen Yun" archway at the gate of the Yamen Office. The Yamen Office has twelve entrances, which is not too small.

Mr. Xuezheng is very fond of Li Xisheng, and thinks that this young foreigner is very knowledgeable. Of course, Mr. Xuezheng is a well-known civil servant with two sleeves. There is some extra "knowledge", and once I exchanged cups with Li Xisheng, drinking away my worries, Li Xisheng gave those "knowledge", secretly kept it, and Xuezheng adults secretly put it away.

The next day, Li Xisheng became a subordinate official of the Xuezheng Office.

At first, Cui Ci felt that there was a thunderbolt, why would his own husband, who is so beautiful, do such a thing, how could a scholar act like a philistine?

Li Xisheng didn't explain anything to Cui Ci.

This time when he returned to Zhoucheng, Li Xisheng's position in the Office of Education and Government Affairs was gone, and he gave Li Xisheng his status as a subordinate official just because he gave it a random excuse.

Li Xisheng didn't care either.

On the way here, Cui Ci asked his husband how long he would stay in Qinghao Country this time. Li Xisheng replied that it would be a long time, at least thirty or forty years.

Cui Ci was a little flustered at the beginning, fearing that it would be a few hundred years, but when he heard that it was only thirty or forty years later, he felt relieved.

After all, he and his husband are not ordinary people down the mountain.

As for Cui Ci himself, when he thinks about his roots, he always has lingering sorrow, but every time he worries about this matter, the young man no longer worries, because he has that sorrow.

On this day, Li Xisheng spread out another calligraphy and painting to see the flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water.

Cui Ci knew his husband's habit, and burned incense early on the sidelines. In fact, Li Xisheng did not have this arty, but Cui Ci liked to do this and did not stop him.

On the picture scroll, there is an old master sitting and discussing the Tao. The old master is a sage of Yufu Academy. At the beginning, Cui Ci listened carefully, but later he really felt boring. , just say one truth, and then turn it over and over again, and go around, it is to say all kinds of small truths of this big truth. Cui Ci felt very boring. Who wouldn't understand these principles after a few days of reading? Does the old master need to speak so finely?

No wonder my husband took him to visit Fushui Academy later, and learned that this old gentleman was laughed at as an old idiot, and that the old gentleman was regarded as the most sage with no real talent in the academy. The Confucian disciples studying in the academy couldn’t take it anymore, so the old gentleman arranged this job for the academy. He was in charge of the academy’s mirror, and gave lectures to those monks on the mountain. Not only the academy knew that this was just a formality, but even the old gentleman knew it well. No one would listen to his nonsense, but he still talked for thirty years, and the old man was happy to be at leisure. Sometimes, he would bring a few books, pens, and copybooks that he liked, and choose a sentence from one of them, and listen to his own words. Feel free to talk about it.

Cui Ci was on the street full of books at the Yufu Academy, and heard a lot of old stories about the old man. It is said that the reason why he was awarded the title of sage at the beginning was luck, and it had nothing to do with the degree of knowledge. At the beginning, there were also smart people from all walks of life, and at the beginning, he became a friend who sang poems with a gentleman who was not too old at the time. Scholars from all over the world, and major local academies, all warmly invited this person to give lectures and preach. That kind of cold stove, I lost my interest. A copybook, calligraphy, fan inscription, couplets, etc. of this person, at the earliest time, they could be sold for a thousand taels of silver, but later they were sold for a few hundred taels of silver, which was less than a hundred taels. Even if you give it away, you may not be willing to accept it.

But Cui Ci found that every time my husband listened to this old gentleman's lectures, he never failed to fail, even when Qingliangzong was giving lectures to the nine registered disciples of He Zongzhu, he would still watch Yufu Academy. .

On the picture scroll, the old master sat upright in the position that had remained unchanged for thirty years, moistened his throat, picked up a book he had just bought, it was a book of landscape travel, and after quickly reporting the title of the book, the old master made it clear, Saying that today I want to talk about the sentence in the book "The small stove in the village is on fire, and the peaches and plums in the temple are falling", and why the words "cunye" and "temple" are such a fly in the ointment, the old man blushed slightly, With an unnatural expression, he held up the travel note and held the book in both hands, as if to make the title of the book more clear.

Cui Ci looked helpless, "Sir, is this old master going to starve to death? Why did he start a business for the bookstore?"

Li Xisheng smiled and said: "It's the first time, it's never happened before. It's probably an old friend's request, so it's hard to refuse."

Cui Ci lay down beside the table, sighed and said: "A sage should really blush for this role."

Cui Ci smiled, "But today, the old master finally stopped talking about those empty truths, which is very good, otherwise I will be sleepy after keeping a stick of incense."

Li Xisheng listened to the old man in the picture scroll explaining the way of poetry, and asked: "Who said that learning must be useful to be good?"

Cui Ci mistakenly thought that he heard it wrong, "Sir?"

Li Xisheng kept looking at the picture scroll, listening to the old man's words, and said with a smile to Cui Ci: "Cui Ci, let me ask you a small question, one or two one catty, two weights, how much does it weigh?"

Cui Ci became more and more confused, is this a problem?

Li Xisheng continued: "The two weights, who set the rules, who was in the hands of the scales and mounds at the earliest time, will there be the slightest deviation before or after ten thousand years? If there is a slight error, What are the effects of the movement of everything in the world?"

Cui Ci thought about it for a while, and then he felt a splitting headache.

Li Xisheng said slowly: "Some extremely pure knowledge in the world seems to be very far away from the world, but it cannot be said that they are useless. There are always some seemingly useless knowledge, and someone has to do it. Let me tell you something Things, can you earn a copper coin for you? Or improve your cultivation level?"

Cui Ci shook his head, "Not really."

Li Xisheng looked at the late and old-fashioned scholar in the academy in the picture scroll, feeling a little sentimental, closed his eyes, turned his head, looked at this "inhuman" young man who was just made up of a pile of broken porcelain, and said: "Refine your aura, Turning it into self-use, stepping up to the sky, and immortality, is to practice and ask. Our Confucianism uses moral articles, knowledge on paper, and feeds back to the world. This is Confucian persuasion. to the border."

Li Xisheng was silent for a moment, looked at the incense burning above the incense burner, and said, "When you take it away, you are united with people, proving longevity. When you let it go, sages and sages have been lonely since ancient times, but only the writings have been left for thousands of years. A true Confucian child, Never just want to live forever."

After all, the old gentleman is old, and he gets tired while talking. In the past, he can chatter for half an hour more than an hour of schoolwork.

Today, half an hour later, I lost the energy and energy to continue talking. The old master looked sad, looked straight into the distance, and said to himself: "I actually know, no one is listening, no one is listening." I say this."

The old man said softly: "Twenty years ago, listening to the master of the mountain, every once in a while, there would occasionally be some aura of snowflake money increased. Ten years ago, it was very rare. Every time I heard that someone was willing to help the old man Poor scholar wasting money, this old man wants to find someone to drink..."

Speaking of this, the old man squeezed out a smiling face and grabbed the travel book, "He is the old guy who engraved this book and sold it for money. In the blink of an eye, he will be old after a few drinks."

"In recent years, I have not been able to rely on this bit of knowledge to help the academy earn a snowflake money. I feel very sorry for my conscience."

The old man looked sad, put down the book, and suddenly laughed angrily: "Old bastard surnamed Qian, I know you are looking here, are you afraid that I won't sell books for you?! Put your mother's legs down for me, It’s okay if you don’t let it go, remember not to finish the food and drink, at least keep some, and when I leave the academy, let me talk a little bit.”

The old man stood up and made a bow, "This lecture is the last time I will humiliate myself in the academy. It is better if no one listens, so as not to waste money. It is not easy to practice Taoism on the mountain. I have taught these things for thirty years. Learning is really useless, look at me, I look like this, like a scholar, a learned person? I don’t even feel like it.”

The old master is about to put away the mirror, the flowers in the water, and the moon. He has the title of a sage in the academy, but he is not a practitioner, and he cannot shake the wind and rain with his hands.

At this moment, Li Xisheng from the Qinghao Kingdom lightly dropped a grain of money, stood up, bowed and saluted, "Li Xisheng, a scholar, has benefited a lot, thank you sir."

The old gentleman froze on the spot for a long time, but tears welled up in his eyes. He waved his hands and said, "You deserve it, you deserve it."

Then the old man was a little embarrassed and mistakenly thought that someone had dropped a small sum of money, and said in a low voice: "Don't buy that book of landscape travel, it's not worth it, the price is too expensive, it's not worth it at all! No matter how much money you have, you won't buy it!" It's time to be so extravagant. The two things in the world, self-cultivation and family harmony, are big things, but they should be dealt with in a small way..."

Habitually wanting to babble about the big truths again, the old man suddenly closed his mouth, with a desolate look, and laughed at himself: "Don't say it, don't say it."

Suddenly another person dropped a grain rain coin, and said loudly: "Liu Jinglong, I have listened to my master's teachings for thirty years, and I would like to thank you here. This time I left the customs, I finally did not miss the last lecture of my master!"

Not only the old gentleman seemed to be struck by lightning, but even Cui Ci couldn't help asking, "Sir, is that the young sword fairy Liu Jinglong of the Taihui Sword Sect?"

Li Xisheng nodded with a smile.

The old gentleman called an old man tearful, and finally straightened his clothes, straightened his waist, and said with a smile: "In the future, if you have a chance, you must come to drink with me! It's not in the academy anymore, but it's not far away. It's easy to find, just If you are looking for Mr. Binding Foot, you will definitely find me. Then I will complain about why you didn’t reveal your identity earlier, so that the old man will have a good reputation in the academy.”

Suddenly there was a third person who didn't spend any money, but a voice echoed, "This lecture is the worst, and I'm pretty good at helping people sell books. Why don't you open a bookstore yourself? Zhou Mi is willing to buy a few books."

The old master lowered his voice and asked tentatively, "Master Zhou Shan?"

The man laughed and said, "Otherwise? In Beiju Luzhou, who can say the words 'I am Zhou Mi' so confidently?"

The old gentleman hurried away to close an open sage book, so that the three of them could not see his embarrassment.

Older scholars still have to talk about face.