Sword comes

Chen Pingan said that he was going to go out and go to the Temple of Fire to find Aunt Feng, ask her to call someone, ask the old driver three questions, and maybe go to the Yamen of the Ministry of Households to meet a friend, Ning Yao nodded , took out those few novels about martial arts grievances, picked out one of them, and turned to the folding page. She could really enjoy reading it. , is writing that the protagonist was chased and killed by his enemies on a stormy night, took refuge and strayed into a mountain temple, met a man, sitting in the main hall, with a green robe and beautiful beard, red phoenix eyes, looking at the spring and autumn under the lamp... Chen Ping said with a smile, okay , I bet, there must be another adventure, as long as one of the gang of chasers can walk out of the temple with all their tails, I will lose.Ning Yao squinted at Chen Pingan, only tipped two words, and shut up.

Chen Pingan went to the counter of the inn. As a result, even the old shopkeeper, who was born and raised in Dali City, couldn't give the specific location of the Fire God Temple, only a general direction.The old shopkeeper was a little strange. Chen Pingan, a man from other places, came to the capital and instead of going to the more famous Taoist temple, he wanted to find a fire temple instead.In the city of Dali, the Taimiao of the Song Dynasty, the Confucian Temple dedicated to the Confucian sages, and the Emperor Temple dedicated to the monarchs of the past dynasties are recognized as the three major temples, but the common people are not allowed to go, but in addition, only the temple fairs of the City God Temple and the Earth Temple , are extremely lively.

Chen Pingan found the only Fire God Temple in the capital. The gatekeeper of the temple, Zhu Zhu, was an ordinary person. She was old, gray-haired, and old-fashioned, but she recognized the nothing happened card issued by the Ministry of Punishment to worship the gods on the mountain. I heard that the other party It was to find Aunt Feng, so the old woman followed the rules, recorded the name in the book, and let her go. When writing the visitor's name, the old woman smiled and said, "The immortal master has a very good name."Chen Ping smiled and said that it was all given by his parents.The old woman nodded, and told the young man some taboo rules in the Fire God Temple, and then pointed the way, saying that Aunt Feng was in the flower shed.

Chen Pingan followed the route and saw Aunt Feng, she was sitting lazily on the stone step of the flower shed, she was drinking in the early morning, she seemed to be so drunk all year round, except she was still in the same color Her head is tied with black silk, and she is wearing a new outfit today. The pink silk skirt with red ribbons and some words used to describe goddesses in novels about ghosts and ghosts are put on her body. Cloud posture, moon spirit.Seeing Chen Ping'an, Aunt Feng just lifted the wine pot in her hand, and she just said hello. She sat up slightly, and put away her sharp eyebrows and eyes. Trouble, not to mention that Chen Ping'an still has such a vinegar jar at home.

Looking at Aunt Feng, Chen Ping was in a daze for a moment, because he remembered the backyard of Yang's drugstore, where there used to be an old man who smoked dry tobacco all year round.

Chen Pingan didn't follow Aunt Feng's example and sat on the stone bench next to the flower shed. Aunt Feng asked with a smile, "Do you want to drink? The most mellow and authentic Baihua Jiuniang, the age of each jar of wine is not young." Oh, those goddesses of flowers are still women after all, they are careful, they are well-preserved, and they don’t run away with wine, so my trip to the blessed land back then couldn’t be wasted and I searched a lot.”

Chen Ping nodded with a smile, and Aunt Feng threw out a jar of Hundred Flowers Brew. Chen Ping took the jar, as if remembering something, twisted his wrist, took out two pots of Qingshenshan wine brewed in his own shop, and threw a pot to Feng. Auntie, as a gift in return, explained: "Auntie Feng, try it, and opened a small wine shop in partnership with someone, and the sales are good."

Aunt Feng took the jug, put it to her ear, shook it, and smiled strangely.As for this drink, no matter how old it is or how good it is, are you willing to give it away as a gift?

Chen Ping said with a smile: "Of course it's far inferior to Aunt Feng's Baihuaniang, but it's cheap and good quality, cheap and good quality, people choose wine, but wine doesn't choose people."

Aunt Feng threw another jug ​​of wine to Chen Ping'an, and joked: "If you want to keep my pot of Baihua Niang, just say it, and ask Aunt Feng for an extra jug, what's the point of embarrassment, it's really embarrassing. "

Chen Pingan didn't take it seriously, since this Aunt Feng was Mr. Qi's friend, she was her elder, and if the elder said a few words, don't care if it made sense or not, just listen to it.

Chen Pingan took out a wine bowl, uncovered the red paper mud seal of the wine jar, and poured a bowl of wine. The red paper and the yellow mud seal were both unusual, especially the latter, which was quite strange in nature. Pick up a little soil and twist it gently. In fact, the people in the world only know the word Jinshishou, but they don't know that the soil also has an age. Chen Pingan asked curiously: "Aunt Feng, this soil is the ten thousand-year soil of the blessed land of hundreds of flowers? So Precious wine, and a long age, who did you pay tribute to in the early years?"

Aunt Feng nodded, "You have a good eye, everything is money. And you guessed it right, in the early years, the Baihua Niang, which was sealed with ten thousand years of soil in the early years, would be divided into three parts every hundred years and paid tribute to the three parties, except for the Fengdu ghost. The Sixth Palace of the Mansion, and the Fangzhushan Qingjun who is in charge of the earthly cave and heaven and all the immortals, but he is not the old man in the backyard of the Yang family medicine shop, and this gentleman has no connection with the old heaven, but he is already very remarkable. The Fangzhu Mountain in the Qing Dynasty was originally a commanding residence higher than the Five Sacred Mountains. It was responsible for removing the dead and the names of the living, and was finally recorded in the "Record of Immortality" in the top-grade Qinglu Zizhang, or in the middle-grade Huanglu White Slip. "The Record of Longevity", "Please engrave the name of the immortal" on Fangzhu Mountain, signed by Qingjun like an ultimatum, in short, there is an extremely complicated set of rules, very similar to the officialdom of later generations... Forget it, it’s too boring to talk about this, it’s all already overturned It’s an old story, so it’s useless to talk about it. Anyway, if you really want to go back to the source, it can be regarded as some attempts by Li Sheng to formulate etiquette in his early years. Hard work. Anyway, if you are really interested in these old things, you can ask your husband, old scholars read a lot of miscellaneous books."

Chen Pingan asked tentatively: "There is a sect in Aiaizhou, called Jiudu Mountain, and the Patriarch Hall has a secret identity as the descendant, named Wei Bianlang, also known as Baoji Cheng, who is known as the green book. Does Fangzhu Mountain have any inheritance relationship?"

Deng Liang, one of the outlander sword cultivators from the lineage of the hermit official in the Summer Palace, is the master of Su Ran Peak in Jiudu Mountain of Aiaizhou, and now he is the chief worshiper of the Patriarch Hall of Feisheng City.

Aunt Feng sneered and said: "It's just a bit of light, the little Jiudu Mountain, how can it be compared with that Fangzhu Mountain, it's just that the founder of Jiudu Mountain, by chance, got a part of the broken mountain, and barely inherited some Daoyunxian pulse."

As for the three parties, Aunt Feng seemed to have missed one. Chen Pingan didn't ask the bottom line. If Aunt Feng didn't say anything, there must be some unknown taboos.

And in these words, Aunt Feng's respect for Li Sheng obviously came from the bottom of her heart.

Chen Ping hesitated for a moment, then asked again: "Dare to ask Aunt Feng, Mr. Sanshan Jiuhou?"

Aunt Feng shook her head, and Chen Pingan didn't ask any more questions, but only drank a bowl of Baihua Niang, and found that it was beneficial to the soul, beyond expectation. , as well as many mountains and rivers that are not painted in many colors, like the rain after a long drought, the strands gather like a rain curtain, and the aura is like rain falling. He is a real monk in the Jade Realm. There was a torrential rain of aura?As for the monks of the lower five realms, it is estimated that after drinking such a bowl of wine, they will be "drunk" directly by Peiran's spiritual energy.Therefore, Chen Pingan didn't plan to continue drinking. With the rest of his life, he could practice step by step. This kind of foreign things from the fairy family that help accumulate spiritual energy is of course very useful, but in fact it has little meaning.Turn around and give the two altars of wine to Zhang Jiazhen and Jiang respectively.Especially Zhang Jiazhen, the small accountant who worked for Wei Wenlong, the former youth of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, now has gray hair because he can't cultivate.

In front of Aunt Feng, he directly put away the wine jars and bowls, not even letting go of the yellow mud debris on the table, and then Chen Pingan said: "Aunt Feng, please help me to say hello to the coachman, please let him know." Come here and talk."

Aunt Feng smiled and said, "Here we come."

The old man who drove the car for Dong Hu and the Empress Dowager fell to the ground outside the flower shed with a crash. Aunt Feng rolled her eyes charmingly and waved the dust with her hand.

The old driver folded his arms around his chest and stood on the spot without looking at Chen Pingan. This little bastard is just relying on a Taoist companion who has an Ascension-level Sword Cultivator. Let's see what you can do.

The old man said unhappily: "Fart, let go."

Chen Pingan didn't bother to care about this old guy's ability to chat, did he really think he was Gu Qingsong or Liu Chicheng?He just cut to the chase and asked, "Is the Empress Dowager Lu Jiang, whose alias is Nanzan, from the Lu family of the Yin-Yang family in China?"

Aunt Feng looked a little surprised, and took a sip of her wine. How did Chen Pingan know this inside story?This is a hidden deep volt line.The First Emperor Dali was enlightened back then and was almost reduced to a puppet.Nanzan, or Lu Jiang, was demoted to Changchun Palace by the first emperor, not without reason.The Nanzan is actually the Nanzan of Yuzhang County, but with the string of rhinoceros beads, it can remember the memories of the previous generations. Otherwise, with the heroic character of the first emperor of Dali, Lu Jiang would never survive the old love between husband and wife. In the history books, but It is the record of Empress Luoge Dali's death due to illness.

The old coachman said bluntly: "I don't know, change it."

Aunt Feng nodded lightly, the old coachman really didn't know about it, he just had strength and didn't use his brain.

The old master said angrily: "Auntie Feng, what are you doing flirting with him, you and I are our own family, and there must be a limit to how far you can turn your elbows!"

Chen Pingan continued to ask: "Who first taught the secret method of making Lizhu Dongtian natal porcelain?"

The old coachman hesitated for a moment, and said sullenly: "It was made by the joint efforts of Mr. Yang and Mr. Sanshan Jiuhou."

Chen Pingan took a deep breath and asked slowly, "Master Yao of Longyao, is he a Buddhist?"

The old coachman glanced at Aunt Feng, as if he was complaining that none of the problems she had helped to conceive before had been right, which made all the drafts he had prepared go to waste.

Aunt Feng turned a blind eye and just watched the excitement while drinking.

The old coachman nodded.

Chen Pingan remained silent.

When I was young, I used to kowtow to the three statues of Bodhisattvas in the fairy grave.There was a child who went up and down the mountain and broke through the poor little straw sandals he wove, one pair after another. At that time, he only thought that Bodhisattvas were easy to find, but herbs were hard to find on the mountain.

Master Yao.Medicine Buddha.

East Aquarius Island.The leader of the Eastern Pure Glass World.

Aunt Feng raised her head and took a sip of the wine, and she said to Chen Pingan with her heart: "I persuaded Qi Jingchun back then, in fact, it is right for a gentleman not to save him, and it doesn't matter if you leave, just talk about old man Yao, and you will definitely not Let it go, otherwise there is no need for him to take this trip to the Lizhu Cave, and he will definitely return to Haoran from the Western Buddhist Kingdom

, but Qi Jingchun still didn't agree, but she didn't give any reason in the end. "

About one archway building, the plaque left by a Confucian sage is Qi Jingchun's silent answer, and he did his part.

Chen Ping looked down at the cloth shoes, raised his head, and asked the last question, "Who was I in my previous life?"

The old coachman shook his head, "I don't know, let's get another one."

Aunt Feng smiled, "Forget it, let me answer it for you, Chen Pingan, don't think too much, you are not someone, anyway, at least you are sure that in your previous life, you were not some great monk on the mountain, nor some high-level Buddhist monk." People, because I was also curious back then, I went to the Yang family drug store. The old man once gave a definite answer. Your previous life, maybe even higher, is nothing surprising, so you, your parents, and your family of three are very happy. Ordinary, there is no great foundation to speak of. At that time, old man Yang rarely took the initiative to say something more, saying that you are just a mud-legged person, and your life is just hard."

Chen Ping's brows and eyes stretched a little, and he breathed a sigh of relief.Then there is really no worries.

The old coachman didn't want to stay here for a long time, and he would feel bad if he took another look at the man in the blue shirt.

Chen Pingan suddenly narrowed his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Aunt Feng is willing to help match the bridge and act as a middleman for us. In fact, it has already explained a lot of things, so I will remind you at the end, don't provoke me in the future."

Aunt Feng smiled knowingly, listen, this is what a wise person should say, old coachman, you should learn more in the future.

The old coachman was entangled, but wanted to say a harsh word, but when he thought of Ning Yao in the capital, he endured it, but the one couldn't hold it back, so he turned his head and spit on the ground, seeing Chen Pingan Raising eyebrows, Aunt Feng's face was also full of displeasure. The old coachman rubbed the toe of his shoe to wipe it clean, and then jumped up, his figure disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Aunt Feng glanced at the young man, showing a slightly tired expression, which was normal.

Then she saw that Chen Pingan took out the wine bowl again, took a pot of Qingshen Mountain wine, poured a bowl of wine, shook it, and began to drink by himself. He was young and cultivated his mind well.Not only calm, but also transparent.

Chen Ping raised his wine bowl and said with a smile, "Thank you, Aunt Feng."

Aunt Feng raised the jug in her hand and drank separately.

Chen Pingan asked a question that has been curious for many years, but it is not a big deal, just pure curiosity, "Aunt Feng, do you know that the lettering on the back of a statue is like a small poem, who carved it? Li Liu, Or Ma Kuxuan?"

Li Liu was the former co-lord of the rivers and lakes, and as one of the five supreme gods in ancient times, even the Lupu Puddle was one of her summer resorts, and the real responsibility of the god was still the long river of time.The remains of all the ancient gods turned into extraterrestrial stars, or their golden bodies dissipated and merged into the time, but they all belonged to the long sleep and inhabited in the long river of time.

Chen Ping'an couldn't recognize who wrote it just by handwriting, but Li Liu and Ma Kuxuan were the most likely.

Aunt Feng shook her head and said with a smile, "I don't care, I'm not curious."

Chen Pingan asked: "Aunt Feng said earlier that someone wants to see me. Is it the shopkeeper Yang from the pharmacy in my hometown? Or... General Su, the hunting envoy?"

The former is what Liu Xianyang said. Shopkeeper Yang died of no illness in his early years. After his death, he worked as an errand at the City God Temple in the capital.As for Su Gaoshan, it was Chen Pingan's guess that after death he would become a heroic spirit on the battlefield. It was very possible that Dali would help arrange a retreat, such as serving as the god of the martial arts temple in the capital, and Su Gaoshan would in turn maintain a country's martial arts. It was a matter of course.

Moreover, Su Gaoshan was born in the Han clan. With his military exploits all the way, he served as a hunting envoy during his lifetime. He was already the ultimate military official. In this regard, the door was left in the cold.

Aunt Feng smiled and said, "It's shopkeeper Yang. After Su Gaoshan died, the last part of his journey in the mountains and rivers of his life was to travel around the world at night in the form of a ghost, and personally escort the ghost soldiers under his command back to the north. When Su Gaoshan and the last After Pao Ze said goodbye, his soul disappeared, and the Dali court naturally wanted to keep him, but Su Gaoshan himself did not agree, and only said that children and grandchildren have their own blessings."

Chen Pingan was speechless for a long time after hearing this.He just took a sip of mulled wine and silently made up his mind that he needs to pay more attention to the Su family in the future, at least to protect it quietly for a hundred years.

Aunt Feng laughed, twirled her fingers, and put away a wisp of breeze, "The shopkeeper Yang can't come, let me send a message, I want you to go back to your hometown, remember to go to the backyard of his pharmacy."

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "Please thank Aunt Feng for me and shopkeeper Yang."

After drinking a jug of wine, Chen Ping stood up and said goodbye, "I won't bother Aunt Feng anymore."

Aunt Feng nodded, and then asked, "Aren't you going to visit the Fire God Temple?"

Chen Pingan shook his head.

The Five Elements School calls the luck of the emperor's career prospered by fire virtue, which is called fire virtue.It's just that the Dali Dynasty was not like this, so there is only one Fire God Temple in the capital.

Like the Dayuan Dynasty in Beiju Luzhou, the country was built with water and virtue.

Aunt Feng shook the jug, "Then I won't give it away."

Chen Pingan returned along the original road, and when he reached the gate of the Huoshen Temple, he met the Miaozhu old woman who also served as the concierge, so he stopped and chatted with the old woman before Chen Pingan left.

Aunt Feng continued to drink alone on the rocky side of the flower shed.

Bingying is confused, shines on the stars, cooks the world, refines the five mountains, Wei Wei fires virtue, and all gods stand up.

...

After Chen Ping walked out of the Fire God Temple, he looked back on the deserted street.

What is practice, the water god walks in the water.

What is praying for Buddha? The god of fire prays for fire.

Afterwards, Chen Pingan went to the government office of the Ministry of Household Affairs, instead of going to Yichi Lane to find Guan Yiran, but chose a more open and aboveboard way to catch up with his friends.

As for the sir, he was not idle either.

In the capital of Dali, there was a poor old man in a Confucian shirt. When he first arrived at the Jingcheng Translation Bureau, he put his palms together with the monks and helped translate the scriptures. Then he went to the Chongxu Bureau. Regardless of his Confucian status.

It's just that no one is destined to be held accountable. If Wen Sheng is like this, who has any objection?Otherwise, who else can I complain to, saying that a scholar's behavior is not in accordance with the etiquette, should I seek the most holy teacher, or the ritual sage, the inferior sage?

The Shanshui Mansion newspaper in Haoran Tianxia has gradually lifted the ban.

Countless news flooded in, making all the cultivators in the world, like a drunkard who has been greedy for many years, finally able to drink to his heart's content.

Among the series of world-shocking events, of course are the discussion in the Confucian Temple of China, and Haoran's attack on the wilderness.

There is also the restoration of the Confucian Temple god by the sage of literature.

The Fifth World is officially named as the Colorful World.

During this period, there was another piece of news that was not small, that it was Chen Shishi, the last hermit official of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, who was among the ten youngest people in the world.

It turned out to be the surname of Baopingzhou, but it seems that most of the Shanshui Mansion newspapers have a tacit understanding. About this person, I have mentioned it in one stroke, without mentioning more details. Di Bao, such as the Shanhaizong of Zhongtu Shenzhou, did not follow the rules, talked a lot, and named the hidden official by name. However, after the publication of the Di Bao, it stopped soon. kind of reminder.But those who are interested, relying on these two mansion newspapers, still got a few memorable "gossips". , and quickly broke through one realm each, becoming martial arts masters at the end realm and sword cultivators at the Jade Raw Realm.

Then there is this person's Taoist companion, No. 1 in the world of the colorful world, sword cultivator of the Ascension Realm, Ning Yao.

While dumbfounded, wonder if this person's luck is too good?Why is it so cheap, it seems that this kid has taken all of it?

As for the Nanshouchen Beiyin official, what's the saying?

No matter what, this young man from Aquarius Continent surnamed Chen can be described as a first-rate figure in the world.

In the official building of a government office in the household department, Guan Yiran was reading through several copies of the river channel memorial book that had been submitted to the household department.

This son of the Guan family in Yunzai County, Yizhou, neither served as an official in the official department that almost belonged to his family's one-acre three-point land. In this household department, the official rank was not high. In the past, the three Dadu supervisors , Guan Yiran is the one with the best family background, but now he has the lowest official position, only the head of the First Department of the Household Department.One must know that Guan Yiran, not only bears the surname of Shangzhu Kingdom, but also is a solid Dali Border Pass Army monk. He has struggled among the dead for many years, and also followed the great general Su Gaoshan all the way to the south, and his military exploits are not small.

Guan Yiran raised his head, and there was a man in green shirt with his arms covered in sleeves at the door of the house, he smiled and joked, "General Guan, you are so busy being an official that you have slackened in your cultivation. What if this is on the battlefield?"

Guan Yiran immediately closed the memorial, then took a book from the desk, put it on the memorial, laughed and got up and said, "Yo, isn't this our accountant's office, rare customers."

Guan Yiran dragged his own chair with one hand, walked around the desk, and then hooked the only free chair for guests, put the two chairs facing each other, and said with a bright smile: "It can't be helped, the official hat is small , the place is small, so we can’t entertain guests well. It’s not like our Minister’s room, it’s spacious, and you don’t need to open the windows to ventilate even if you fart.”

Chen Ping crossed the threshold and asked with a smile, "Will it delay my business if I come here to look for you?"

Guan Yiran scolded with a smile: "It's already here, how can I drive you away?"

Besides, there is nothing inappropriate, what is your majesty's disposition, my great-grandfather explained it very thoroughly back then, so don't worry about such trivial things.

Chen Pingan did not sit down in a hurry, took out a copy inkstone from his sleeve, and threw it to Guan Yiran, "A small gift is not a respect."

While explaining that this is the blessed place of Yunku of the Jiang family in Tongyezhou, a special product of the old pit in Yanshan, called Shuipangkeng.

What kind of water hole is actually Chen Pingan's impromptu random name.

I really can't believe that Guan Yiran, a native of Baopingzhou, knows that Yunku blessed land like the palm of his hand.

However, I heard that the Dali court in the past few years set up an inkstone office in this household office, which is responsible for searching for chiseled mountains and collecting good stones for supervision. In addition to making inkstones for the palace, some inkstones can also be used by the household department. Selling it on your own is killing two birds with one stone, and helping the Yamen earn some extra money.

But Longweixi Chen,

There are a few Yanshan Mountains that belong to the family's private property, which are like mountains of gold and silver, and are sold as far as mountains and mountains in Yizhou.

Dong Shuijing got a piece of the pie and was responsible for helping to sell them to Luzhou in Beiju. He never touched salt, iron or the like.

The Dali Household Department is the worst among the six yamen of the imperial court. It seems that they are scolded every day.

According to Dali official circles, the Ministry of War is the grandfather's yamen, whoever is caught scolds, the Ministry of Rites is the father, the Ministry of Industry is the son, but the Ministry of Finance is the grandson, and anyone can spit and spit.

Guan Yiran took the copying inkstone, not politely, weighed it, rubbed it with his thumb, the stone was fine, picked it up again, held the small inkstone by his ear with five fingers in one hand, and tapped it with his fingers, there was the book The so-called sound of golden sound and jade vibration.Guan Yiran took another deep breath, looked at the mist on the surface of the inkstone, there was the image of clouds being formed by the breath, purple gold dots, golden halos, and then gently scratched with his fingernails, took a closer look, Guan Yiran nodded Head, come on, it's really old stuff, it's worth a little money, anyway, with my little salary, I'm destined not to be able to afford it.

Seeing Chen Pingan's eyelids trembling slightly, these wealthy grandsons who like to gossip are really not easy to fool.

Receiving a gift is still so careless, showing off, at least wait for the guests to leave, and then shake off that little insider knowledge.

Guan Yiran gently placed the square inkstone on the table, and asked with a smile: "The four treasures of the study, pen, ink, paper and inkstone, have the inkstone, and then? Didn't you help me gather a big family?"

Chen Pingan sat on the chair and said with a smile, "I'm probably still visiting relatives. What's the rush?"

Then Chen Pingan asked: "Can't you drink bars here?"

Guan Yiran nodded, "It's strictly controlled, you can't drink alcohol, if you get caught, the fine is a small matter, but the record is a big matter."

Chen Ping then patted the Punishment badge on his waist, twisted his wrist, and took out the flagon, "Coincidentally, I don't care about it."

An official hurriedly carried an official document, the door was open, but he knocked on the door lightly, Guan Yiran said, "Come in."

The official of the yamen glanced at the man in the blue shirt, Guan Yiran got up and walked, took the official document, turned his back to Chen Pingan, flipped it over, put it in his sleeve, nodded and said: "I still need to treat guests here for a while, look back you."

The official nodded and left, came and left in a hurry.

Afterwards, two more subordinates came to discuss the matter, Guan Yiran both said to discuss it later.

Guan Yiran and Chen Pingan each had a chair, with their legs crossed, looking very casual.

Chen Pingan joked: "I really have no time to spare."

Guan Yiran glanced at the jug in Chen Pingan's hand, he was really greedy, the wine worms in his stomach were about to rebel, people who like wine, either don't drink it or don't want it, the worst thing is to see others drink, and their hands are empty, helplessly said: " When I first retired from the frontier army, I entered this yamen as an errand, and I was dizzy and in a hurry every day."

Chen Pingan laughed casually: "The knife and pen official, the knife and pen official, actually don't still hold a knife."

Guan Yiran shook his head, "When it comes to specific matters, the two are far behind."

After some chatting, a colleague from the government office came to visit and looked at the official robes. He was of the same rank as Guan Yiran. He started shouting at the door: "The Dibao, a copy from the Shanhaizong of Shenzhou, Zhongtu Shanshang Mansion News! This is what I dropped in from Ma Shilang. Yiran, come and have a look, I can’t keep up with all the news.”

When the young official saw the man in the green shirt sitting and drinking, he was stunned, but he didn't care, he just thought he was a son of a wealthy man from the frontier army. Guan Yiran's friends, the threshold is not low, not because of family background, It's about character, so when the young official looked at that person, he not only put away his legs immediately, but also took the initiative to smile and nod to himself.

Guan Yiran obviously had a close relationship with this person, and said casually, "There is no place for you to sit."

The man gently tossed the Shanshui Mansion Newspaper to Guan Yiran, and sat casually on the threshold, "Didn't you say that you had a friend in the Jianghu in the early years, this Chen Pingan is that Chen Pingan? It should be. Bullish, Yiran Have you really drank with him, and you have been drinking in circles under the table every time? Turning around, this Chen Jianxian came to the capital as a guest. You help me set up a drinking game, so that I can be proud again. If I can't beat him, I still drink But him?"

Chen Pingan remained silent.If it's only at the wine table, I really don't love anyone except Liu Jinglong.

After all, the Ministry of Household Yamen is not the well-informed Ministry of Rites and Ministry of Punishment.Moreover, the work of the six divisions is clear. It is possible that apart from the Lord Shangshu, who is known as the "local official", the other chief officials of the household department may not know the inside story of the previous disturbance near Yichi Lane.

However, the middle-level officials of the six yamen in the capital are indeed notoriously "inferior" in weight.Once released to the local government, if he can be transferred back to the capital, his future will be bright.

Guan Yiran coughed, reminding this guy to keep his words down.

Chen Ping smiled.

Anyway, the matter has come to this point, Guan Yiran is not guilty at all, with a clear conscience on his face, he said to the colleague: "It's not counting every time, occasionally I will draw with him at the wine table. Next time, if there is a chance, If he comes to the capital and is not in a hurry to leave, he will definitely ask you to drink with him."

The young official nodded, then turned to look at the man in the blue shirt, and asked, "Yi Ran, who is this?"

Chen Pingan was already sitting upright, and he took the initiative to smile and said: "I am the younger brother who was recruited by Master Guan in Jianghu, not from the capital city. I just arrived in the capital city, so I immediately rushed over to worship the mountain."

Guan Yiran waved his hand and complained, "What little brother, that's a harsh word. They are good brothers who hit it off right away and never met each other later."

The young official wiped his face, "Yiran, look, this guy's Taoist companion on the mountain is Ning Yao from Feisheng City, Ning Yao! I'm so envious of you, it's okay, you can be arrogant!"

Then he looked at the guest and said with a smile, "Brother, right?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said with a smile: "I envy you, I must envy you."

Guan Yiran waved away people, "Shouldn't it be just a report from Shanshui Mansion, if there is anything to make a fuss about, go there quickly."

Guan Yiran introduced to Chen Pingan with his heartfelt voice: "This guy is one of the more than a dozen chief officials of the Ministry of Household Affairs. Although he is young, he is actually in charge of several northern states including Hongzhou. Your hometown, Longzhou, is not far away, and now you are temporarily holding all the fish scale albums in the northern stalls. And just like you, you are from the market."

Chen Ping nodded lightly, "I can tell."

It is a veritable "seeing", because this young official has several red lanterns hung behind him for protection by various gods of mountains and rivers, and he is full of elegance.

Guan Yiran asked: "If you're not busy, I really want to help you two hold a bar at the Changpu River later, how about it, will you give me some face?"

Chen Ping smiled and said, "Of course it's okay. But the wine party has to be arranged in half a month."

Guan Yiran didn't ask the reason, but just blinked, "When the time comes, the three of us will drink this wine? Accountant Chen, do you have the guts?"

Chen Pingan said categorically: "Drinking the flower wine of the fart, I don't like it."

The young official didn't know that the two were speaking from the heart, so he took off his official hat, put his palms on his hair, and said sadly: "I'm busy with the things at hand, I'm not busy, I'm not allowed to take a few breaths Tone. The case is laborious and cloudy, and if I stay up all night like this, maybe I will not be regarded as an outsider when I go to the Translation Bureau in the future."

Soon afterward, another official came over with official documents, and the well-mannered young official also took back the report and left. Chen Pingan knew that he would be very busy working in the household department of Dali, but he really didn't expect Guan Yi However, he was so busy with this matter that he left Guan Yiran a jar of Baihua Jiuniang, at worst, he would ask Aunt Feng for a few more jars later.Guan Yiran was not polite, and just sent Chen Pingan to the door of the house.

Chen Ping walked all the way back to the inn, at the entrance of the alley, the young Zhao Duanming waved and said, "Mr. Chen, I have something to do with you."

Chen Pingan nodded lightly, covered his sleeves with both hands, and walked over leisurely. When he stepped into the alley, he said with a smile: "Yo, it's amazing, it turns out that three small worlds overlap and form an formation, and chain sword symbols are all used. Come on, you guys are really rich."

Then Chen Ping'an couldn't help laughing. Could it be that these 11 people deliberately dealt with him today in order to regain their position, just like how he dealt with Wu Shuangjiang when he was on the night boat?

Chen Pingan is currently in the ruins of the fairy mansion of the master Han Zhoujin, probably the fairy inn opened by the female ghost Gaiyan before, and feels that they will lose because they missed the first move, so they are not convinced.Chen Ping'an was standing on a stone beam, with white clouds surging under his feet, and a snow-white waterfall pouring down beside him. At the end of the stone beam, stood the "Sword Immortal" who had appeared on Yu Yu's shoulders, still in the image of a boy , just a little taller, wearing a Taoist crown on his head, a sword in his red clothes, and beads embellishing the seams of his clothes.

Chen Ping looked around, "You guys, don't remember to call, right?"

The young sword fairy swept across with his sword, splitting the helpless "Chen Pingan" into... a talisman.

It seemed that Chen Ping'an didn't walk into the alley at all.

In a hidden place outside the alley, the young monk clasped his hands together, "Buddha bless, Chen Jianxian is going to find someone else, I'm going to find the merit box."

Immediately after, someone laughed and said, "Okay, I'll find someone else."

Elsewhere on the roof, Gou Cun scratched his head, because Mr. Chen was sitting next to him, Chen Ping'an said with a smile: "Speak to Yuan Huajing and Song Xu, and send me a few lock-sword talismans later, and forget about it."

The boy looked shy and nodded.As he said before, he will definitely not be able to find his way back.Of course, if there was a fight, the boy would never spare any effort, and he never beat Mr. Chen anyway.

In the alley, the three of them, including Han Zhoujin, each withdrew from the carefully arranged world, feeling a little helpless.

Then all of them were stunned, and saw the talisman floating near the ground, and a figure in a green shirt appeared, while Mr. Chen, who was beside the young Gou Cun, turned into a talisman, turned into a rainbow light, and was put into his sleeve by that person. middle.

"If you are on the battlefield and you meet Fei Ran or such insidious bastards as Shuchen, you will have to line up to give away their heads one by one."

Chen Ping smiled and said, "This is not an example."