[Ancient Sword] Chu Gong Qionghua

, said that this young master was served by others since he was a child, but he didn't expect to be a waiter. The owner of this house must be some kind of person, and they are people who have never been involved in his life. How could he be in such a place.

The young man who led the way was afraid that he would offend the nobleman even more by being rude, so he hurriedly said: "Master, there has been a severe drought for two years, and we came to the Dragon King Temple to pray for rain. It's a ruined temple, I really didn't intend to disturb the young master."

"A few days ago it was indeed a ruined temple. The Dragon King here is a younger generation of my master. Hearing that the master is here, he specially invited the master to come as a guest. Naturally, he tidied up the place." The young master said disdainfully.

When the old Taoist heard that it was okay, he didn't know who was responsible, and said angrily: "What is the origin of your master? Such nonsense! Could it be some dandy playing tricks on the folks?!"

Everyone thought it was true after hearing this, and seeing that trouble was about to come in, the young master half-unsheathed his sword and cursed: "You old man has no eyes! How dare you disrespect your master!"

His imposing manner was like a sword cutting people, scaring everyone, but the commotion became even more serious. Several young men rolled up their sleeves and surrounded them, and they couldn't help but want to start their hands.

At this moment, a warm word came from behind the green door: "Yi Shui, don't be rude."

Just this sound made Fanyong startled as a heavenly man, pure and gentle, like gold and jade coming from the sky, like a gurgling spring coming out of a secluded bamboo, it seems to have the magical power of fairy sounds, flowing gently and slowly, erasing all the fire Don't be impatient, let everyone come down obediently.

The young man named Yi Shui immediately turned around and pushed open the door covered with rust and moss. After hearing a few soft sounds of wooden wheels, Yi Shui pushed a man out, but everyone saw that he had invited a fairy Into the dust.

This young man with a weak crown is sitting on a red lacquered chair, his face is white glazed and greasy porcelain, his eyebrows are divided into crescent moons like knives, his eyes are full of peach blossoms, his lips are like red blood fat jade, his beauty is beyond description.Wearing a small golden crown with pearls and gold tassels, wearing a gold silk knit dress with wide sleeves, a red brocade and gold embroidered gown with a round collar, and three-colored thorn boots with black and green satin, the beauty of the so-called Chinese crown dress is vivid.Look at the vermilion on the center of the brow, like the red sun in the distant mountains, isn't it just an immortal.

The chair he is sitting on is made of Populus euphratica with cinnabar oozing millennia. The wooden wheels on both sides are engraved with five elements on the left and four images on the right. A pair of armrests are black panthers crouching on their bodies.

Nobility and magnificence are not available to ordinary people. No one dares to vent their anger loudly. This noble aura can make people suffocate. Looking up at his face is also fascinating. However, such a person, looking at this generation of walking wheelchairs Unable to walk and stand.It was as if a piece of peerless beautiful jade had been broken in front of my eyes, which made people feel distressed, and made this fairy fall into the mortal world in an instant.

The young man with the weak crown raised his peach eyes and glanced over, but he didn't see the person in his eyes. With his left hand, he twisted the hair on the crown tassel, twisted his finger around the golden ink, and slightly parted his vermilion lips, saying: "There is no will of the Jade Emperor. No water dragon dares to make a drop of rain, have you ever heard of Wei Zheng slaying a dragon? Come to this small temple, it is better to ask me."

No one dared to talk to him, the people on this small road seemed to have been frozen in this spring drought, and the forest was dead silent.

The young master was just playing with the black silk and golden tassels, as if all his thoughts were on his fingertips.

For a full quarter of an hour, even the child didn't dare to move in this atmosphere. After all, the old Taoist had some knowledge, went to the front of the crowd, gave the young master a small salute, shook the dust, and said: "The poor Taoist is here I have been in the world for many years, recently I heard that there is a genius doctor in the south of the Yangtze River, with red brows and a beautiful face, but he was born unable to stand, and he is called Mr. Wushuang."

The young master didn't appreciate it, and said: "How?"

The old Taoist smiled and said, "Your Excellency is Mr. Wushuang, Ouyang Mingri."

"Although you are ignorant and incompetent, you have some winks, no wonder you are able to enjoy yourself until today." The young master nodded, and the bead on the crown also shook, saying, "Exactly."

This Mr. Ouyang spoke calmly, with a clear voice, which was very pleasing, but it seemed to be a charity, with thorns piercing people's bones.Feeling humiliated, the old Taoist was so angry that his bark blushed. He pointed at Ouyang Mingri and said: "Although you are a master of Xinglin, people say that your medical skills are superb, but you don't know the truth. How dare a yellow-mouthed child tell me to beg you, you Can it rain?!"

Ouyang Mingri slanted the corners of his lips, with a bit of arrogance, he pointed to the sky and said: "I am a doctor, people can cure it, and the sky can also cure it."

"What a big tone." The old man's face was livid, and he clasped his fists and said, "Then I'll just wait and see the rain."

Hearing this sentence, the people behind begged aloud, complained about the suffering of the drought, and took this young man as a savior, and made a fuss again. The young man who led the way wanted to kneel, but felt his knees As soon as it hurt, the whole person fell backwards.

Ouyang Mingri rolled up a turn of red gold thread on his right hand, as if he had heard a big joke, he looked at everyone strangely, and said: "When did you ask me, and when did I answer? When you worship Buddha statues, you will offer a fruit. Do you think that if you beg me a few times, your wish will be fulfilled?"

Everyone gradually fell silent again, just now Ouyang Mingri hid his right hand in his sleeve, covering the golden thread of secrets, the old man didn't know that he knew how to fight martial arts, but seeing him make a move, his arrogance immediately dissipated, and he didn't want to provoke anymore, so he didn't talk to him up.

But one of the two boys asked, "What does Mr. Ouyang want?"

Ouyang tomorrow said to the old Taoist: "Health is the same as medicine, since you know me, you should also know that there are three things I can't help."

It was the same boy who asked, "Which three should we not save?"

"If you don't die, don't save it. If you are a pervert, don't save it. If you don't like it, don't save it." Ouyang Mingri raised his hand, gathered a water flower out of thin air, and threw it on the stone wall in front of the temple. This move convinced everyone He is a god-man who can make rain, some people hurriedly bowed down, but this time Ouyang Mingri did not stop them.

Ouyang Mingri pointed to the old Taoist, and said to everyone: "You tell him to kneel at my watering place for three days and three nights, and I'll call him Hangzhou Dayu Runchun." The gate of the small temple.

The door was lightly closed, and a voice came from inside the door saying: "If you do it, I will naturally fulfill my promise, don't gather here to disturb others."

Everyone quickly said yes, threw away the fragments of the incense case, and caught this old man who was running around.

Chickens and dogs are flying outside, but inside the temple there is a hidden cave, the bamboo building is quiet and only the wind is heard, the curtains are lightly fluttering, the courtyard is full of greenery, the table is fragrant with wine, and two cups and four chopsticks are waiting for visitors from afar.

Yi Shui pushed Ouyang Mingri into the bamboo building, and a young man in white came up to him, without stopping, he gave a big gift: "Xiaolong first thanked His Highness on behalf of the people."

"Don't be too polite, I'm here to bid farewell to my friend today." Ouyang raised his hand tomorrow.

This white-clothed young man is the white dragon of Fuchun River, named Cang Xi, who has lived in seclusion for many years, loves to read and search for classics, and is a man of death. Qin, almost frightened by Chang Qin's identity, Chang Qin invited him as a friend, this little Bailong really no longer restrained, sincere.If it weren't for the powerful prince Changqin, there would be no gods who would be in awe of his identity like this white dragon. Changqin would naturally be willing to befriend such a lovely person.

Cang Vale has never been in contact with the outside world, and it is not easy to make a good friend. When he heard that Ouyang was leaving tomorrow, he suddenly became anxious: "His Royal Highness is gone. I can't leave my post alone in this small place. Seeing that Fu Chunjiang is about to Fuck, I can't even go back to the Dragon Palace."

Although it is true, but still a little narrow-minded, Ouyang Mingri said nothing, and tangled Qingsi again, Yi Shui glanced at him, and said to Cangxi: "If you resign your post as a fairy, you will naturally be able to travel around."

Ouyang clasped his seals with both hands tomorrow, and disappeared in front of the bamboo building with Yi Shui, not even having time to answer Cang Vale.Just because this answer can't wait, if you leave time, it's not just to embarrass people on purpose, without the post of immortality, you can't live forever, and you will also fall into the mud after a hundred thousand years.

No.20 times

Three days later, it was about to pass in the early morning, and the sun was shining all over the room, like embellished with golden beads. The inn was well-furnished, nothing low-grade, and it was a place where people could come and go.

Yi Shui waited on Ouyang Mingri to dress and wash his clothes. Over the years, he has naturally been meticulous. After cleansing his face, he put away the velvet scarf, and pushed the mahogany wheelchair three steps away from the front of the couch. Sitting down, she straightened her sleeves and untied long hair.

The hair crown, comb and hairpin have been placed, Yi Shui pushed Ouyang Mingri to the front of the mirror, and carefully combed the black hair, combing and combing it.

Ouyang watched Yi Shui's movements in the bronze mirror tomorrow, and suddenly asked: "But do you have something to say?"

Yi Shui nodded and said, "Master, your body and soul are the yang of the six realms, and the phoenix is ​​the zither spirit. How can you make the rain come?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?!" Ouyang Mingri frowned, and the little bit of red sun cinnabar also made waves, but he laughed angrily, "If you can read more ancient books, you should also know my origin. When did I become a mere Qinling?" gone?"

Yi Shui tied up his hair for him, and whispered aggrievedly: "How do I know that, the master only told me my first and last name, and I heard everything else."

Ouyang Mingri wrapped the golden thread in his hand, smiled like a spring, and said softly: "Alright, I will explain it to you today."

Yi Shui held up a small gold crown inlaid with porcelain and turquoise, and put it on for Ouyang tomorrow.

Well dressed and groomed, Ouyang Mingri nodded, and Yi Shui pushed him to the table, and put the prepared breakfast on the table, the temperature was just right.

Every move was exquisite and elegant, pleasing to the eye, after breakfast, Yi Shui removed his things, and immediately got on the couch, looking at Ouyang Mingri with great interest, his eyes were as bright as crystals.

Ouyang asked Yi Shui to serve a cup of flower tea tomorrow, took a sip, and then slowly said: "There are three in the heaven, one is immortal, one is Buddha, and the other is sacred, I am the Chinese gods, and I am the most respected of the three.