Advise Qingshan

It was almost noon now, he tidied up the kitchen in two steps, and Wen Xing took the initiative to help wipe the ashes from the stove.Ye Zhuo went out to ask Chen Kezhen next door to borrow some rice.

Chen Kezhen's style of doing things is completely different from Ye Zhuo's. If Ye Zhuo is enjoying himself in time, Chen Kezhen will be a little ascetic. For example, the rice he eats does not even have bran.

But Ye Zhuo always paid attention to these things, he ate finely, and refused to drink porridge like this, so he pulled out two wild vegetables fluttering in the wind in his garden, and boiled the pot with the salt in his sleeves from Xiaquan. Wild vegetable porridge.

Wen Xing no longer needed to eat, but when the pot was boiling, he naturally came to help him, and Ye Zhuo scooped up a spoonful and handed it to him to ask him to pay for the freshness.After Wen Xing tasted it, Ye Zhuo deliberately avoided the matter of soy milk in the morning, and drank it after washing it.

Xu was delayed here for too long, and after Ye Zhu finished eating, a little warmth flashed between his brows, it was the charm he gave Shi Yiqing to contact.

He rubbed his forehead, raised his head and said, "Shi Yiqing has made progress, let's go."

Shi Yiqing's residence is in the south of the city, in a small courtyard with black tiles and white walls. It seems that his family is well-off. Now there is no one living in his house, but there is a big old mahogany Eight Immortals table, which Ye Zhuo and Wen Xing brought him. The rosters were spread out on the dining table, and they began to look at them one by one.

The number of spiritual officials in Jiangchuan was several times more than that in Jingcheng, and the roster was even more than several times. A large piece was spread out. Wen Mang was carried into a chair by Ye Zhuo. Looking at the mess, he couldn't help but think, "There are so many, what should I do?" Where to start looking?"

Ye Zhuo said, "No hurry, I already have a clue."

He casually flipped through it, then turned his head and asked Wen Xing, "Teacher, do you still remember how many officials and eunuchs died in Jingcheng's booklet?"

Wen Xing didn't hesitate, "Twenty."

A monk's cultivation base is high, and his various qualities are also improved accordingly. It is very simple for a major cultivation of the Shenxuan realm to have a photographic memory.

Ye Zhuo divided the bundle of rosters into three parts, and held them in front of the three of them, "I have a guess, first count the number of civilians and officials' children who died."

Both Ye Zhuo and Wen Xing flipped through the book very quickly, they finished it first, Shi Yiqing was a little slower, and didn't read about a quarter of it, Wen Xing reached out to take it, Ye Ju cut his beard halfway, Relying on his quick hands, he triumphantly carried him away, but before he could move to the table, Wen Xing stretched out his hand and held him down.

Ye Ju asked, "Teacher?"

He twitched, and he didn't have a penis. When Daxiu in the first realm of Shenxuan wanted to let him go, he could indeed pull his sleeves and lead him around, but if Wen Xing wanted to hold it down, Ye Zhu couldn't move at all. .

Wen Xing looked at him, his glazed eyes were extremely clear, although he didn't speak, the meaning was still very obvious.

Ye Ju raised his hands in surrender, "Okay, okay, one person and half, I'm afraid of you, I'm just afraid that you'll be tired, and I want you to take a rest."

Wen Xing paused holding the brush, shook his head and said, "I'm not tired, I don't need to rest."

Ye Zhuao said, "Your injury is just fine, aren't you tired? It's also because you are a monk, and ordinary medicinal materials are useless. If you are a mortal, now I have to give you traditional Chinese medicine every day." He threatened, "And the kind that adds Coptis chinensis. "

Wen Xing didn't understand, and even stopped writing, looked at him seriously, and asked, "Huanglian... what is it?"

Ye Zhuo closed his eyes and said nonsense, "A kind of medicine has a very strange taste and extraordinary taste. It is very worth trying. I can take you to try it."

They were talking, but the speed of turning the pages of the book was not slow at all. They scanned everything in an instant. , the two of you are like this, I have become idlers."

After a while, Shi Yiqing drew the last word "正" on the manuscript paper next to him, and reported the final amount.

"There are 38 children of officials and 180 children of civilians."

Ye Zhuo and Wen Xing looked at each other, folded their hands to close the book, and said, "Sure enough."

Shi Yiqing asked, "What did you two see?"

Ye Zhuao said, "Previously we speculated that the corpses of those dead people were trained to form eyes. Since it is an eye, it is always related to the operation of the star path. For example, the number of deaths in this city coincides with Ziwei Doushu."

The ancient Tianguan divided the sky into three walls, namely Taiwei, Ziwei and Tianshi.Sanyuan is divided into shining heavens, and there are star officials each performing their own duties.Among them, there are twenty-star officials in Taiwei, just like Jingcheng.

And Jiangchuan is the most prosperous city of the human race, just corresponding to the most prominent Ziweiyuan in Sanyuan.The number of stars here is the highest among the three, with a total of 39 star officials and 180 auxiliary stars. According to today's roster, the auxiliary stars are already complete, and only one star official is missing.

Shi Yiqing asked, "Where is the star official missing?"

The 39 star officials have different positions, and it is not just a dead person who can be used as a star official, and the experience of the star official referred to should also be related to the mortal world. .

They rummaged through one by one, and Shi Yiqing ticked off the roster.

"The historian's daughter, this probably corresponds to Zhushi Xingguan, Jiangchuan's grain official, um, probably Dai Yagu Xingguan, the last one missing..."

After a while, he said, "Yes, there should be no one corresponding to the star official position of the third division."

The so-called three teachers, that is, Taishi, Taifu, and Taibao, should generally refer to the teachers of the emperor or the prince.

Shi Yi Qingdao: "This is strange, Jiangchuan sky is high and the emperor is far away, the world only knows the long boat to cross the moon pavilion, and they don't know who the emperor of the human dynasty is. Where can I find a grand master?"

Ye Zhuo was a bit strange, touching the teacup on the table, "Weren't you a scholar before you became a Lingguan? You didn't know? Chen Kezhen is in Jiangchuan, and lives next door to my house."

Shi Yiqing seemed taken aback, "I have known you for a long time, but Mr. Chen actually lives next door to you?"

Ye Zhuo raised his eyes and smiled at him. Although Chen Kezhen is now living in Jiangchuan and running a private school, the neighbors don't know him, but he is still well-known.

He has no cultivation level, and no one in the world of cultivating immortals knows him, but he is a great official. He is well-known among scholars. When it comes to metamorphosis, dead bodies are strewn all over the ground in front of the Tribute Court, and candidates can be seen crying bitterly everywhere. It can be said that killing with a pen is invisible.

Judging by Shi Yiqing's appearance, this unlucky boy must have passed the imperial examination, and he was probably cheated before he sold himself to become a spiritual official.

Ye Zhu then deliberately said, "I'm quite familiar with him. I've been a neighbor for several years. I even went to study poetry with him for a while, and I was scolded by him every day as 'rotten wood cannot be carved'. Are you interested? Let me recommend it to you." "

As a spiritual official, Shi Yiqing stepped into the fairy gate with half his foot. Unfortunately, the habit of being a scholar for many years in the human world cannot be changed. Hearing that Chen Kezhen and the mouse saw cats, he shook his head and said, "It's still not possible."

Several people returned the scroll to its original place, and that night, Ye Zhuo approached Chen Kezhen in the name of his neighbor.

When he entered the door, Chen Kezhen was still on with a small light on and didn't know what book he was annotating. Ye Zhuo glanced at it, and his eyes were full of collections of classics and history. Although this gentleman was born in Confucianism, he read a lot of books. Guanzi, Taoism's Baopuzi to Huainanzi, there are several thick volumes, anyway, they are books that ordinary people are not very interested in.

Chen Kezhen heard the sound, looked up from the case, saw Ye Zhuo, and asked slowly, "It's you, I haven't seen you for two months, how is the poem you learned from me?"

——I don’t know if it’s because the Confucian masters like to shake their heads and read slowly. Chen Kezhen pays attention to slowness in everything he does. He reads slowly when reading and writes slowly. It's almost the same, the whole person has reached a certain level.

Ye Zhuo, who has been his neighbor for many years, is relatively familiar. He sat down and poured tea for himself. He was confused by whether he opened or lifted the pot, and said, "It's not bad. I think my doggerel will reach its peak in a short time. "

Chen Kezhen said, "Then you write one now?"

Ye Zhuo opened his mouth and came, "Okay, writing poetry is like making soy sauce, and writing oil after making soy sauce."

After finishing speaking, he still had the face to ask, "Is my writing good?"

"Excellent." Chen Kezhen laughed, "I can't write such a poem with all my strength." He coughed while laughing, this one seems to have been sick since childhood, anyway, Ye Ju and his neighbors for many years, Meng Guan It was cold and hot, and he had never stopped coughing.

They chattered a few words, Ye Zhuo wanted to find out about Chen Kezhen's direct nephew, so he beat around the bush and said casually, "At Mr. Chen's age, why don't you see a descendant under Cheng Huan's knee?"

Chen Kezhen tidied up the pen and ink spread on the table, made room for him, and said with a smile, "If I don't have any heirs, I won't raise them."

This is actually a relatively taboo topic. After all, few people can face physical defects calmly, but Chen Kezhen's attitude is extremely calm, without the slightest hesitation, as if it is natural for men to not lift.

Ye Zhuo couldn't tell whether this was a joke for a while, so he laughed dryly, and asked again, "Did you never think of adopting a nephew from a side branch? You are a great Confucian, there must be people who want to give children to you."

"What's the matter with you today, you have a baby, do you want to say baby kiss to me?" Chen Kezhen looked up at him, and said, "It's a pity to take it, and this is not there. In my nine clans, there is no living person except me of."

He also rolled up the book, "But it doesn't matter, my disciples are all over the world, and I won't feel lonely when I grow old."

Although Chen Ke is really a Confucianist, Ye Zhu always feels that this neighbor will lose his hair and become a monk or become a monk in a second.What he was reading was the book about Qi family governing the country and the world, and his mind was full of my Buddha's compassion and all four things. I guess he could hold the "Analects of Confucius" and recite Namo Amitabha Buddha with a prayer bead.

Fortunately, Ye Zhuo, who has been a neighbor for many years, has gotten used to his way of speaking. As soon as he heard the word disciple, he immediately asked, "I saw you accepted a young apprentice two days ago, but didn't you say that children are too noisy and you will never accept them again?" gone."

Chen Kezhen rubbed his forehead, showing signs of fatigue, and said, "I just took this one. It was brought back by the city lord's mansion a few days ago. It looked pitiful. This is the young master of the city lord's family, but unfortunately he is the son of a concubine. If I don't Plating him with gold, I don't know where he will be pushed out."

Ye Zhuo grasped the point keenly.

——Only accepted this one.

He got the information he wanted, and seeing that Chen was tired, he smiled and said a few more words, and then left.

That night, he dragged Wen Xing and stepped on the flying sword into the City Lord's Mansion.

Above the city lord's mansion, at the moment they entered the mansion, Wen Xing suddenly reached out and grabbed Ye Zhuo, saying, "There are monks inside."

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