Sword comes

It took about half an hour to go to the Hebo Temple to offer incense, which was not too close. Chen Pingan didn't think anything of it. The man who delivered the incense felt a little guilty, but he became more and more curious about the origin of this group of people.

The old farmer goes to the field to see barnyard grass, and the woodcutter goes to the mountain to find good firewood.Since people rely on mountains to eat mountains and rely on water to drink water, what they see in their eyes will be very different if they are not in the same line of business. This man is a mountain wilderness and a person who delivers incense, so he will see more monks in his eyes.Moreover, most of Qingluan Kingdom and Aquarius Island are not the same, and they have a very close relationship with the mountain, and the imperial court never deliberately elevates the status of the immortal sect. There are many frictions on the mountain and the bottom of the mountain, and the emperor of the Tang family has shown quite courage and toughness.This made Qingluan Kingdom, especially the rich family, very familiar with gods, gods, monsters and the spirits of mountains and rivers.

Therefore, people from the Qingluan Kingdom have always thought highly of themselves.

Now there are countless well-dressed nobles pouring into the Qingluan Kingdom, coupled with the debate on Buddhism and Taoism that has attracted the attention of the whole country, the Qingluan Kingdom's limelight in the southeast of Aquarius Island has never been better.

A man's cultivation is really superficial, only in the third realm, and occasionally he has a big wallet. When he invites two or three friends to have a drink and chat, he finds that the sense of superiority of being a citizen of Qingluan is no less than that of being a Qi trainer.

This is probably the feeling of family and country.

It's just that the man can't guarantee whether he will be the same as those immortal masters after he becomes the five-level immortal.

However, the beautiful vision is too far away. After all, we still have to walk step by step, and the rice in the bowl needs to be eaten in one bite. For example, at the moment, I need to try my best to win over this group of foreigners.

Among the group, the young man with a sword and bamboo box on his back was the leader. Undoubtedly, his footsteps were light and his demeanor was strict. He should be from the lineage of an immortal master, but the real roots should still come from a wealthy family.

And it won't be too early to go up the mountain to practice, otherwise the man has seen many young immortal masters with not very good backgrounds, who have been reincarnated well, so they have excellent aptitude. The family sect is responsible for looking for monks who have selected good seedlings. They can reach the sky in one step, but this kind of young monks have acquired temper and temperament. Forging a Taoist heart, maybe not aggressive towards anyone, but there are very few people who are approachable. Whether it is facing high-ranking officials, dignitaries, generals, ministers, or heroes of the rivers and lakes, martial arts heroes, they are treated equally, except for the word indifference.

The little Heitan girl with the bamboo knife and bamboo sword hanging on her shoulders is probably the younger generation of the young master's family, and she looks very aura. As for the two little old men, they are probably the guards who sheltered them from the wind and rain on the way to the rivers and lakes.

While the men were sizing up and guessing their identities, Chen Pingan was telling Pei Qian some inside stories about He Bo, the first-class mountain and river god, in the elegant words of Tongyezhou.

Although He Bo and He Po are gods recognized by the imperial court and can enjoy the incense and offerings of the local people, they are only of extremely low rank, which is equivalent to the subordinates who are not in the clean stream in the officialdom. Speaking of those wild sacrifices and obscene temples that violate the etiquette system, no matter how large the latter is, no matter how small the former is, the latter still envies the former more, and the latter belongs to the attic in the air. It's just death, and there is no upward ladder, and it is easy to become the target of the genealogy immortal master, the fat coveted by Shan Zeyexiu.For the former He Bo He Po, even if the feng shui of a place passes away and there is little incense, as long as the orthodoxy of the court still exists and is willing to help, they can change the position of the god master, and then receive the incense, and the golden body can be repaired.

When we arrived at the Hebo ancestral temple, which covers an area of ​​more than ten mu, Miao Zhu went out to greet Chen Pingan and his party in person.

On the way to the main hall to worship incense, Miao Zhu also hinted that Chen Ping'an can leave handwriting on several white walls as long as he spends three to five snowflakes. , the temple will be carefully protected from wind and rain.Then there is the matter of making offerings and lighting the ever-burning lamps, both of which are good things to be connected with, but these are all up to Chen Pingan's own mind, and the temple side absolutely does not force it.

The face of the man delivering the incense was slightly embarrassed, and he didn't get involved. Miao Zhu's eyes reminded him several times that he wanted him to help him with a few words of kindness, but the man still couldn't say that. Probably because simple and honest people by nature can't speak beautiful words, it's just that they didn't see Miao Zhu's wink.

Chen Ping gave three sticks of incense to both Pei Qian and Zhu Lian, but Shi Rou didn't give it. After all, it was a female ghost living in the slough of a fairy for fear of being offended.

After offering incense, Miao Zhu already felt that it would be useless to add a few more sesame oil money, but he didn't change his face because of this. Most of them were regretful, but he was still polite and asked Chen Ping'an and his party to go to his abode for a drink. With a cup of clear tea, the man who handed the incense had been silent before, but now he opened his mouth. He invited Chen Pingan to drink tea with Miaozhu, saying that the river water has not been good for making tea since ancient times, but the river water beside the Hebo Temple is very particular. , contains a little water essence, which can benefit the body.

Miao Zhu laughed angrily. In the veranda, while Chen Ping'an and his party were admiring the rubbings of the inscriptions in the corridor, Miao Zhu was a little behind and kicked the man secretly, turning his elbow out a little bit.

The man seemed to be accustomed to this, he smiled.

Chen Pingan politely declined Miao Zhu's invitation to drink tea, but only asked Pei Qian, "Do you want to write on the wall?"

Pei Qian shook his head vigorously.

Three or five snowflakes money, why didn't Master Zhu just grab the money? If it was converted into silver, it would kill her Pei Qian. She didn't want Master to spend the money. Only eight taels of silver

But Chen Pingan turned his head to look at the old man Miaozhu, and said with a smile: "Please help us choose a relatively inconspicuous wall, the one with three snowflakes, and the two of us can write a few words. By the way, this number of words , do you have a request?"

Pei Qian almost lost the trekking stick in his hand, grabbed Chen Pingan's sleeve, and shook his little head like a rattle.

Miao Zhu hurriedly said: "If it wasn't for the wall with the best Fengshui here, three snowflakes, it doesn't matter if a wall is filled with writing, my lord."

After that, Miao Zhu led the way quickly, asked the man to say hello, and asked the temple to prepare the pen and ink quickly.

A group of people stayed in the Chaoshou verandah of the fourth entrance courtyard. While waiting for the pen and ink to be retrieved, Miao Zhu smiled a little complacently, pointed to a literati poem on the wall not far away, and boasted: "Although this place is at the back, it is not easy to get back." It is conspicuous, but it is actually the geomantic treasure of our ancestral temple. To be honest, I brought you here because I saw that I was destined to be with you, and that is the calligraphy of our old servant Liu of Qingluan Kingdom. This old Liu The servant is really a celebrity in our Qingluan Kingdom, a well-deserved master of Confucianism, with a hand in running calligraphy, I think you have already seen the strength of your skills, so I don't need to say anything more."

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "The pen is strong, and the muscles and bones are old and healthy."

This is not because Chen Ping'an is arty, but because he has indeed seen a lot of good characters.

For example, Li Xisheng, Cui Dongshan, Zhong Kui.

Miao Zhu stretched out his thumb, "Young master is an expert, with excellent vision."

Chen Pingan felt a little guilty.

Similar to learning chess, when it comes to writing, Chen Ping'an is really mediocre. Pushing forward, firing porcelain and casting is not a talent.

Pei Qian was even more worried, the money would definitely be spent, and if no one took care of it, she would like to write all over the floor of this Hebo temple, and even the Hebo statue. She thought it was worthwhile after writing it, but she was afraid of losing master's face when she wrote it on the wall so carelessly that old cook Zhu Lian ridiculed it as earthworms crawling and chickens and ducks walking.

The man brought a pen, ink and inkstone from a young man he knew adopted by the Hebo Temple.

Pei Qian became more and more nervous, and quickly leaned the trekking stick against the wall, took off the leaning package, and took out a book, intending to quickly extract beautiful sentences from it. She has a good memory, and she has already memorized it by heart, but this My little head was blank for a while, and I couldn't remember a sentence or a sentence.Zhu Lian gloated at her misfortune, and laughed at her in a strange way, saying that after reading the book for so long and copying so many words, she was blind for nothing, so she didn't read a single word into her stomach, and it was still a sage's book for the sages, a fool or a fool Fool.Pei Qian didn't have time to talk to this wicked old cook, and flipped through the books, but after looking around, she didn't think it was good enough. If she really wanted to write it on the wall, she would be ashamed.

Pei Qian closed the book, weeping, and said to Chen Pingan: "Master, you have a lot of bamboo slips full of words, can you lend me a few, I don't know what to write."

Chen Pingan had already received the brush and planned to write some poems and essays that he admired. Seeing Pei Qian's pitiful appearance, he held back his smile and handed the brush to Pei Qian, "Just write what you think is the most reasonable in the book. I really can’t think of a sentence, just write something from your heart, don’t be so nervous, it’s just like copying a book.”

Seeing Chen Ping's smile, Pei Qian felt a little relieved, took a deep breath, took the brush, then raised his head, looked at the snow-white wall, always felt so scary, so his eyes kept moving down, and finally squatted down slowly, She actually planned to write on the other side of the wall and there was no monster she feared the most, and Cui Dongshan, who fell from one thing to another, was not there. Pei Qianlu was so timid that it was a rare thing for the sun to come out from the west.

Chen Pingan remembered an old incident when he was young, that was he, Liu Xianyang, and Gu Can, the little slug, went to that small temple to write with charcoal together. In order to compete with other names, Liu Xianyang and Gu Can thought about it countless times. Fazi, in the end, he stole a ladder from a family, ran away from the small town, crossed the stone arch bridge to the small temple, set up the ladder, and wrote the names of the three on the top of the small temple wall. place.It was the ladder that Liu Xianyang stole from a family in Qilong Lane, and the charcoal that Gu Can stole from his own house. In the end, Chen Pingan supported the ladder. It was Chen Ping'an who learned how to write from his neighbor Zhigui.

So Chen Ping grabbed her ears with a smile, lifted her up, and then squatted down to let her ride on his neck, "Write it on the highest point, so no one can see it."

Pei Qian sat on Chen Pingan's neck with a brush in his hand, scratching his head with one hand, and dared not write for a long time, and Chen Pingan did not urge him.

Zhu Lian said with a smirk: "Young lady Pei, you just write about iron bones and grass, and you lose money when you see the wind. It's more appropriate and true. I will send you the hero of the rivers and lakes in the novel Romance of the Ranger, cut it off." After killing the villain, it is a reason to shout that so-and-so is here. It will definitely be famous far and wide, and the name will shake the rivers and lakes. Maybe when we arrive at the capital of Qingluan Kingdom, everyone will clap their fists and honor you when they see you

Wouldn't it be a beautiful story to say "Pei Nvxia"

Pei Qian turned his head and frowned, "Zhu Lian, if you do this again, I will cry for you."

Chen Ping raised his leg and kicked Zhu Lian, and scolded with a smile, "You know how to bully Pei Qian because you are disrespectful."

Zhu Lian laughed loudly, nodded and said: "The young master speaks, but the old slave will let her go. This guy is always picky and picky every time he eats his stomach. This old slave can't be angry."

Shi Rou couldn't stand the old and the young.

For example, before occasionally leaving the official road, trekking through mountains and rivers, passing through some mountain villages, and encountering local dogs barking at their strangers, this girl named Pei Qian would hold a walking stick in her hand and run over with a crazy sword technique, flying dust, People can run faster than dogs.

The old pervert Zhu Lian would be so bored that he would help the little girl block the way. After cutting down the dirt dog with its tail on the ground, Pei Qian squatted down and held the dog's head, staring and asked: "Little brother, what's going on? Hurry up and apologize to Miss Pei, or I will hit you on the head."

Then the villagers and children saw it and ran to curse and swear. Chen Pingan took the lead to apply oil on the soles of his feet, and the group started to follow.

Shi Rou doesn't understand, is this interesting?

But Chen Pingan, who is usually very serious, seems to be running happily

Don't mention that kid Pei Qian, you are the husband of the big devil Cui, you are a master of martial arts from afar, don't be ashamed

Also, when I met a big white goose on the road by the river, the old color embryo urged Pei Qian to go for a trick. As a result, Pei Qian was chased so loudly, his buttocks were pecked many times, and he ran to Chen Pingan's side sweating profusely, saying with emotion It's too powerful to beat at all.Chen Pingan laughed no less than Zhu Lian at that time.

Shi Rou always felt that she was incompatible with these three people.

I even feel that it would be better if I followed Cui Dongshan

At this moment, Pei Qian finally started to write with a pen, but inscriptions on the wall and copying books on paper are two different things. Xixi gritted her teeth, and finished writing four words, "Heaven and Earth Harmony", but after writing half a sentence, she leaned back slightly, no matter how funny it looked, she didn't have half the skill of copying books normally, she didn't have to When I went to see Zhu Lian, I knew that the old cook was having a good time secretly, teasing her that her writing was ghostly but not magical.

Pei Qian hesitated, and simply put the half sentence aside.

The tip of the pen moved down slightly, dipped in the ink, and wrote "Pei Qian and Master are here for a visit".

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Pei Qian felt quite satisfied, the words were not good, but the content was good.

As expected of being a master and apprentice, Chen Ping'an was on the rocky cliff behind the waterfall in Zhuangzi, the old sword sage Song Yushao of the Shushui Kingdom.

Chen Pingan did not force Pei Qian to write more, but put her down, and said to Zhu Lian, "You write something too."

Zhu Lian rubbed his hands together and said with a smile: "Forget it, I haven't picked up a pen for so many years, it must be rough, and it's easy to laugh."

Chen Ping still handed the brush to Zhu Lian.

Zhu Lian was not a pushy person, and he would not be sloppy when he took the pen. After holding it with one hand, he dipped the pen in the ink with the other, brewing in his heart.

I have seen the little girl's "writing power", in fact, Miao Zhu, the man who delivered the incense, and even Shi Rou, all have no hope for Zhu Lian, and the crooked old man calls himself an "old slave", he is the servant of a wealthy family who goes out, and he knows a little bit about it. Children's articles, rough pen and ink, how can it be better

Chen Pingan knew Zhu Lian's details.

In Ouhua Blessed Land, before Zhu Lian went completely mad, he was known as "Zhu Lian's noble son, a shameful immortal".

Zhu Lian wrote a majestic poem about the Blessed Land of Ouhua. It was written in cursive. There are not many words, more than a hundred characters, and the content is exquisite. As for the words on the wall, it is even more astonishing.

Miao Zhu is a man of knowledge, and murmured: "Aggregate like a mountain, disperse like a wind and rain, swift like a thunderbolt, swift like an eagle and a falcon, to the peak, already superb, definitely a hidden master of the calligraphy world"

Zhu Lian mostly uses light ink and dry brush, so he rarely dips in ink, and the spirit and rhythm are closely connected, which can be said to be done in one go.

Even that Shi Rou had to admit that it was unacceptable for an old color embryo to be able to write such good characters

Zhu Lian handed the brush back to Chen Pingan, "Young master, this old servant has the guts to throw bricks to attract jade, don't make a joke."

Chen Pingan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, thinking that you, Zhu Lian, didn't you put yourself on the fire

As expected, the three people in Hebo Temple were full of anticipation.

Chen Ping thought that he could only let them down.

Zhu Lian is not just throwing bricks to attract jade, and the three people in the temple will know what it means that pearls and jade come first and rubble behind.

Chen Pingan originally wanted to copy the words on a few bamboo slips according to what he thought in his heart.

Zhu Lian smiled and said: "Young master, why don't you just write something in your heart, and say that the young master has a gap in his chest, so he can find another way, why bother to imitate the ancients everywhere."

Chen Pingan thought for a while, and after standing still, he clenched his fist on his abdomen with one hand and wrote with a pen in his other hand. It was still a regular script. There was nothing outstanding about it, only being serious and well-behaved.

After Chen Pingan finished writing two sentences, there was silence.

Chen Pingan returned the brush with a wry smile.

Miao Zhu and the man who delivered the incense sent them out of the Hebo Temple.

On the way, Miao Zhu casually mentioned the old servant Liu, very worried.

It turned out that after the great Confucian of the Qingluan Kingdom resigned and went back to seclusion, a strange thing happened at the end of last winter in the Lion Garden among the green mountains and green waters, which is known as one of the ten famous gardens of the Qingluan Kingdom. , appearing and disappearing, and made the little daughter of the old servant Liu in the boudoir obsessed with disasters. From a young girl in the prime of life, she was given the fox charm of a handsome boy in this world, and bullied into a skinny poor person. The profound fox charm is eccentric and unpredictable, and he does not kill people, but is full of literary talents, proficient in the three teachings, and once sat down with the old servant Liu to discuss the doctrine, the old servant who was well-known throughout the country was speechless, and then the old servant was exhausted. Family property, hired many mountain gods to subdue monsters at home, never thought that various schools, many old gods on the top of the mountain, genealogy masters, and even some notorious but highly skilled Shanzawa Yexiu, went, without exception. The fox spirit played in a disgraceful manner, and was either robbed of a handy weapon or a magic weapon, and had to privately beg his grandpa to tell his grandma to ask the fox demon to get it back.

Chen Pingan had seen this matter in the newspaper on the mountain of Baihuayuan in the Xianjia Inn in the county city, but he didn't pay attention at the time. The reward amount for the Lion Garden was written on the newspaper. No matter who it is, as long as it is To be able to expel the fox spirit, Old Minister Liu is willing to take out three ancestral antiques and offer them with both hands.

When approaching the gate of the ancestral temple, the man who delivered the incense could not help but sigh with emotion: "Old Minister Liu is a rare good official with a good family tradition. The young scholars are indeed gentle and courteous, which shows that the Liu family has a righteous family style."

Miao Zhu sighed and said: "That's not it, and look at the Liu family who served as the county magistrate near us. In the past four years, he has been diligent and diligent, but he has done a lot of practical things. We really see this in our eyes. You said that the scholar of the Liu family you met was only good at learning and tutoring, but this county magistrate is a real businessman. Alas, I don’t know what’s going on in the Lion Garden. I hope that the fox has been driven away. .”

Pei Qian was horrified when he heard that.

I almost took out the talisman and stuck it on my forehead.

Zhu Lian smiled playfully.

Well, want us to do justice to the sky

Shi Rou naturally hoped that one thing more would be better than one thing less.

A fox spirit who can make waves in the capital city must not be much different in Taoism. What if it is a great monster of a golden core and an earth immortal, and Zhu Lian intentionally harms herself and chooses to stand by and stand by? Block the knife and stop the magic weapon for the impulsive Chen Pingan

Chen Pingan never interrupted, walked out of the gate, and said goodbye to Miao Zhu and the others.

Then continue on the road to the capital of Qingluan Kingdom.

Chen Pingan said suddenly: "Gao Ming's family, ghosts look down on its households."

Zhu Lian smiled and nodded, "Correct answer."

After Chen Ping'an and the others left, there were temporarily no pilgrims in the Hebo Temple.

A refined scribe with ethereal figure and flowing golden light walked out of the statue and came to the corridor of the fourth entrance, standing under the wall.

Miao Zhu was a little flustered, and tried to persuade him: "Master He Bo, there are not many incenses now, so don't stay too long."

Mountain and river gods, if they want to appear in the world with a golden body, they need the support of the essence of incense.

It doesn't matter if the mountains are righteous and the incense is flourishing, but this small Hebo temple must be carefully calculated.

The image of the middle-aged Confucian scholar He Bo smiled.

Showing a long-lost look of relief, he turned his head to look at the sky, and said happily: "My temple is too small, and the master is too imposing. Little Hebo, like drinking alcohol, is drunk. Fortunately, fortunately, happy, happy."

Miao Zhu was at a loss as to why.

But he found that his always melancholy and melancholy Mr. He Bo not only had a high spirit on his brows, but also the golden light flowing at this moment seemed to be much more condensed than before.

Miao Zhu suddenly turned his head and looked at the wall again.

Not to read the cursive script.

It's the two sentences in italics that are well-written.

The moon is in the sky, the moon is in the world, the moon is on the shoulders of studying abroad, the moon is in the eyes when climbing high and leaning on the railing, and the bamboo basket is smashed and round.

The wind in the mountains, the wind by the water, the wind at the foot of Yujian's long journey, the wind in the sage's study, the wind blows duckweed and meets each other.