[Qing Chuan] I will be the national teacher for Kangxi

It was a coincidence that everyone didn't know how to react at once, only the ancestor was the most reliable, a strong wind slapped Mingzhu behind her head, pushing Mingzhu forward a stagger.

Only then did Yinfei come to his senses, and hurriedly rushed to support Mingzhu: "Oh, you still don't believe me when I tell you, look, you've been beaten!"

Yinfei looked at the back of Mingzhu's head with lingering fear, but fortunately Sanqing Tianzun kept his hand and didn't make a flat head.

"..." Mingzhu rubbed her head in a daze for a while, then turned her head abruptly, waving her hands in the air, "How dare you use tricks to trick me!! Where is the string tied? What kind of mechanism is this?!"

Prince: "..."

It is said that people flock together, and things form groups. No wonder they can get together with the eldest prince. Seeing a god is a reaction.

"It's so bold!" Ming Zhu failed to find the organ, full of anger, turned around and wanted to point at Qing Yang and curse again, opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a word after that.

A deterrent force that made the air stagnant and heavy fell down heavily with a sense of oppression.Mingzhu raised her hand pointing at Qingyang, as if it was pressed by a weight like Mount Tai, and she struggled to resist for less than half a second before she was forced to hang down.

The small statue of Sanqing was placed on the top of the private room, and Mingzhu hadn't noticed it, but at this moment, it was exuding a mysterious blue light of the avenue, and there was a purple aura coming slowly, full of awe-inspiring divine instrument, majestic like a mountain stone Pressing her chest tightly, Mingzhu couldn't breathe, and her legs were weak.

Not only him, but the whole restaurant and even the whole street suddenly fell silent, as if someone had pressed the still button.

Everyone, whether they saw the statue or not, felt an inexplicable instinctive sense of awe in their hearts, as if the eyes of gods in the sky were watching them awe-inspiringly, making it impossible to hide their guilty conscience. The wicked man fell to his knees with limp legs, and the kind-hearted man murmured in awe: "The sun is shining brightly, and the purple air is coming from the east. Could it be that the gods are here, and I am lucky enough to meet them!"

Mingzhu was covered in sweat by this invisible coercion, her hands were clenched into fists, her body was on the verge of falling, and her heart was filled with astonishment: unexpectedly...in this world, there is really a god? !

Those invisible eyes seemed to penetrate his heart, and he couldn't help feeling extremely ashamed of the unspeakable rebellious thoughts in his heart. It seemed that someone was asking in his ear, he, Nalan Pearl, swore an oath to repay his kindness. Is it right or wrong to be loyal to the Holy Majesty, but now form a party for personal gain and seek the throne?

You, Nalan Pearl, are ashamed, not ashamed?

Mingzhu's face turned pale, and she looked even weaker.

Qingyang was taken aback by the little old man, so don't let it go on the spot: "Master, master, it's over. You see Master Mingzhu is so old..." It didn't seem right, Qingyang changed his words again, " You see Master Mingzhu is still young, what do you care about with children?"

Pearl: "..."

Everyone: "..."

It sounds weird, but I can't say it's wrong...

The tense atmosphere was immediately dissipated by Qingyang's words. Everyone wanted to laugh a little, but the master seemed to be angry because his kindness was not rewarded.As soon as Qingyang finished speaking, a gust of wind suddenly blew up inside the house, making people blinded by the fascination.When I was able to see things clearly, I saw that the half-eaten incense had been extinguished, and the altar was still steaming.

"Oh," the prince couldn't help but leaned over to look at it, "I only left after enjoying half of the offering. Is Sanqing angry?"

Qingyang scratched his head slightly distressed, and then said openly: "It's okay, there is still Lord Wuling!"

Prince: "..."

What kind of non-member speech is this! !

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Although Mingzhu did experience the majesty of the gods in person, he can't say he trusts Qingyang, but fears it.He looked on coldly, always feeling that the prince was very close to Master Qingyang, and he was afraid that this master was the prince's man, and it was the prince's trick that the eldest prince could get acquainted with the master.

If this is the case, then it is not good!This master is obviously a person with real ability, if there is some kind of spell behind his back...

Mingzhu carefully observes the three princes in the room, all of them have a very friendly attitude towards Qingyang.That's right, none of the princes are stupid, they all know that they have to draw cards for themselves.

On the side, Mingzhu classified Qingyang as a pawn for all the sons to win the heir, and Qingyang also looked at Mingzhu without any trace: Hmm...he is a rich face, and he will be included in the list of fleece first...

"Brother Nalan Mingzhu." Yinfeng said with a hint of displeasure, "You want to remonstrate hard, but you have already remonstrated. The master has also shown his ability. If this is the case, what else do you want to say, if it's okay? , should we go?"

Yinfeng was upset when he saw Mingzhu's treacherous and cunning appearance: Damn it, it's all because Yinfeng didn't pay attention, and Mingzhu followed him, making the old fox know about Master Qingyang's existence.

How could Mingzhu leave? She was afraid that her family would suffer a disadvantage, so she insisted on staying shamelessly.Anyway, as far as what the princes did today, no one dared to leak it into the ears of the Holy Majesty. If this is the case, what is he afraid of.

Yinzhen didn't want to care about the confrontation between Mingzhu and the prince, and just continued with Qingyang: "Since there was no accident on the way, and there was no accident when unloading the goods, the only thing that could have an accident is either on the way to the Ministry of Internal Affairs, or It's the Ministry of Internal Affairs."

When Yinzhen said the last sentence, he deliberately kept his tone normal, so as not to let the prince hear something wrong.

Fortunately, the prince was not suspicious, and instead took the initiative to say: "It is convenient to check whether there are any differences along the road. The master is with Yinzhen and pretends to be a guard. It is just the House of Internal Affairs, but it is not accessible to ordinary people. Fortunately, the internal affairs The governor of the mansion is a lonely person. When Gu returns to the palace today, he will send someone to say hello to Ling Pu, and then give the master a badge. The master will pretend to be a little eunuch in the East Palace tomorrow to receive the order. With Gu's badge, Ling Pu We will do our best to accommodate your request.”

When the prince said that "the head of the House of Internal Affairs is a lonely person", he didn't mean to hide at all, and there was a hint of superiority and showing off in his words.

Everyone knows how special Kangxi is to the prince.Not only did he give the prince the right to be in charge of the government and lead the army that other princes would never have, he even connived at Suo'etu to customize the guard of honor and crown clothes for Yinreng that were almost the same as those of the emperor.The crown prince's expenses and expenses are higher than the emperor's. Even the chief minister of the Ministry of Internal Affairs specially arranged for Ling Pu, the husband of the crown prince's nanny, to do it.

Mingzhu glanced secretly at the prince's face, and sighed in her heart: Prince, you are still young.I still don't understand that companionship with the king is like companionship with the tiger.The emperor is like this. When you love, you wish you could give you the best. When you don't love, everything before will be wrong.Otherwise, there would be an old saying that thunder, rain and dew are all due to the grace of the king...

"Pretending to be a eunuch, it's a bit difficult." Qingyang said casually, and he had planned to do so, but when he looked up, he saw Yinzhen turned his back to the prince, and cast a burning gaze at him.

Yinzhen's hands were under the sleeves, almost twisted together.He had doubts in his heart for a long time, and he was afraid that the red coral was lost by the Ministry of Internal Affairs, but it was not a ghost, but greed.If Grandmaster Qingyang accepts the prince's idea, the prince will greet Ling Pu tonight, what else can the master find out tomorrow? !

"——I don't think it's such a troublesome thing. It's just a waste of time to wait." Qingyang withdrew his eyes and said very naturally, "Since it is to investigate ghosts and monsters, then there is no need to use the method of living people. I will prepare , go to the House of Internal Affairs tonight."

Yinfei was taken aback: "How to get there? Tonight? There is a curfew in the city."

Kyoto is not comparable to Qinhuai, under the emperor's feet, the jurisdiction is strict.When they were in Qinhuai, they dared to run around at night, just saying that they were on business, but they couldn't do it in Kyoto.If it is reported, there will be no good fruit to eat.

Qingyang smiled inscrutablely: "People can't help but ghosts can't, I have my own way."

After a pause, Qingyang: "By the way, Your Highness the Ninth Prince, can you reimburse the travel expenses first? This time, it's two carriages."

Double the carriage, double the fare.

Yinzhen: "..."

It's you, the evil spirit who is used to scratching people.

The prince leaving the palace is no better than the two brothers who have already left the palace to build a mansion. They both have to report to the emperor, especially according to the new rules, Yinfeng has to go to the Hall of Mental Cultivation for adult re-education the next morning. , Accept Kangxi's one-on-one tutoring.

In the evening, before sending Qingyang Lihun to investigate the case, Yinreng still suppressed his excitement: "The order given to me by the master is really right. If I didn't take it out and use it today, how could I have a chance to go out of the palace to breathe!"

Yinfeng is not coquettish, he carefully considered Qingyang's teaching case, stated in advance that he cared about the tribute, and said that he wanted to relieve Huang Ama's worries, and help the ninth brother by the way. Kangxi probably also wanted the prince to take the initiative to get close to other brothers I am happy to see the success, so I temporarily approved Yinfeng's request.

When Qingyang held the three clear bells and flew out of Yinzhen's specially opened Tianzi No. [-] room together with Wu Linggong, he could still hear the eldest prince asking fiercely: "What? What orders?? The master gave you orders." Already? How much did you pay?!!!"

Zhao Gongming couldn't help stroking his beard: "This idiot is a bit of a good guy." He also knew to ask for money for Xiao Jingui, so it seems that he can be allowed to have some coins in his pocket.

The gods opened the way, and Qingyang easily found the House of Internal Affairs, which is difficult for others to enter.In the middle of the night, there were still voices arguing quietly:

"Boss! I didn't expect His Majesty to count the tributes suddenly. Do you think His Majesty has noticed us..."

"Shut up! Walls have ears."

Logically speaking, this time Qingyang should have followed the sound directly to hear the truth, but at this moment, he was floating in the air, staring blankly at the many grievances who were crowded up and down the House of Internal Affairs:

"Ling Pu...killed me! The person who was greedy for his duty was obviously you...Why didn't you die, why wasn't you the one who was beheaded! What is the law of heaven, what is justice!"

"Kill, kill you, beast...beast! I want to kill you, why can't I kill you, why! The sisters of Lefang all said, Buddha saves people, why doesn't Buddha save me, where is Buddha!"

"Relying on a woman to be in power, the prince's running dogs... The Qing Dynasty will die, and it will die at the hands of moths like you! This old man has been upright all his life, but he was framed by you. Is it true that a good person's life is not long, and the disaster will last for a thousand years? Good, good! Wicked people still need evil ghosts to grind them, but if this old man turns into a fierce ghost and cannot be reborn forever, he will drag you beasts to hell!"

The soaring resentment almost distorts the moonlight, but the living people inside are still greedy for their wealth and doing their evil, just because these resentful souls are too weak, and they can't do anything to their enemies after death.

Qingyang took a deep breath, and walked in through the wall with a sullen face. In an abandoned warehouse of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, a well-maintained man was yelling at his subordinates: "It's not that you are not good at things! Small officials are short-sighted. Then What to do in a hurry, wait for a while to get it, red coral is not a rare thing, the South China Sea pays tribute every year, after a while, the Holy Majesty can't even think about it!"

The petty official pleaded guilty again and again, and asked cautiously: "Then, what should we do now, my lord?"

"..." Ling Pu looked at the three pots of red coral in the middle of the storehouse, and said cruelly, "The prince must not know about this matter, as long as His Highness doesn't know, he will definitely protect me. This thing should be destroyed. There will be no verification of death. "

Amidst the wailing of the innocent souls, Zhao Gongming looked indifferent: "The prince is also pitiful. He got rid of the ghost on his body, but he doesn't know that the living beasts around him are more terrifying than the dead people."

While speaking, the little official had been ordered to leave, just as he turned around, Ling Pu took a few steps forward, pulled out a long whip from his waist and strangled the little official around the neck.

Little official: "Ho-ho-big-why-"

Under the candlelight, Ling Pu's well-maintained, rosy face looked more like a ghost than a ghost: "I told you, there is no proof of death."

"bell--"

The ringing of the Sanqing bell broke through the darkness, and while Lingpu was eroded by the ringtone and fell to the ground in a trance, Lord Wuling flew forward at the order of Qingyang, and lifted the little official and the three pots of red coral, Liu Yuanda held it in his fat hand. A piece of cake was collected and sprayed towards Ling Pu, who fell to the ground, the plague gas was sucked into Ling Pu's seven orifices, so as not to implicate the innocent, but it would cause him to have a high fever and his memory to be confused. Treated with red coral too.

Qingyang rang the bell, and the clear sound of the bell spanned most of the capital city. Those innocent souls trapped in the House of Internal Affairs by obsession and hatred unconsciously followed behind Qingyang, and the hatred in their hearts due to unjust death gradually grew. Disappeared, reason and good memories of life reappeared in my heart:

"... Woohoo! My mother! After your son's death, there are still people who will do their filial piety for you!"

"I really miss my sister in the music workshop. She said Mr. Zhang wants to redeem her and go back to the house. Has Mr. Zhang kept his promise?"

"Hey, the old man is reckless, but his wife and children are helpless in the future. I don't know if the old man and the children can take part in the imperial examination now? How are your books?"

Under the moonlight, her white soul turned into streamers of light, chasing the bell and rowing all the way to the restaurant.Some scholars who read at night with the lamp on, opened the window to look in the middle of the night, saw this scene, and regarded it as a shooting star, admiring the beautiful scenery with emotion.

But after wiping off the dew, Yin Yin and the others who were waiting in Room No. [-] in Tianzi had no intention of admiring the "beautiful scenery".

"Brother, master, where is the red coral? Where is the mastermind behind the scenes? Why did you bring back so many ghosts?" Yin Yu rubbed his arms, but he wasn't really afraid, after all, he had a talisman to protect him!

Yinzhen, who was a clever ghost, also sneaked behind Yinxuan, and used his elder brother as a meat shield to block the ghost.

"Red Coral is here, and I have brought you all the physical evidence." Zhao Gongming followed behind through the window, holding a frightened little official in his hand, "There are also personal evidence. If it is not enough, you can still ask Ask about these ghost certificates."

"Prince...it's the prince!" In Yinhun, some officials who had seen Yinreng shouted immediately, some knelt down and asked for help to make decisions, and some cursed, but without exception, they all proved one thing.

The red coral belongs to Ling Pu.These people were killed by Ling Pu.The incidents behind it are detailed, one by one, it is not an exaggeration for Ling Pu to kill all his families and execute him Ling Chi.

It was rare for Yinreng to let go of his face and act like a baby, and he came out of the palace to breathe and join in the fun, but he didn't know that he saw hundreds of innocent souls, who cried bitterly at him, or pointed their noses at him and cursed at him.

His gaze stayed on Yuanhun for a long time, and he couldn't help looking at Qingyang.

With some childlike condemnation, and helplessness.

Qingyang sighed: "Ling Pu is still in the House of Internal Affairs."

Prince, how do you plan to deal with it?

"..." Yinfeng felt as if all the strength in his body had been taken away. He thought of the mother he had never met, the nanny who could be regarded as half of his relatives, and Huang Ama, who was becoming more and more unpredictable now.

This is not asking him how to deal with sinners, it is clearly urging him to go on the road of loneliness!

Qingyang hesitated for a moment, walked to Yinreng's side, put his hand on the back of Yinreng's hand, and said in a low voice: "The rotten flesh doesn't go away, and the new flesh doesn't grow."

Perhaps it was the warmth and softness of Qingyang's palm that gave Yinreng encouragement at once, but made him, an adult who hadn't been comforted by anyone for a long time, suddenly feel a little fragile.

People tend to be weaker when they are comforted and tolerated.

"Gu...Let Gu think again, think again..." Yinfeng murmured and looked away.

In fact, he was very clear in his heart, how could he have a chance to think again?There are physical evidence and personal evidence, the boss, the ninth child, and Mingzhu witnessed it with their own eyes. Even if there is no such thing, can he turn a deaf ear when he sees the tragic situation of these innocent souls and hears the complaints of these innocent souls?

But under Qingyang's comfort, Yinfeng just wanted to escape, even if it was only for one night.

tomorrow.

Tomorrow, he should be the good prince of the Qing Dynasty again, the backbone of the future.

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The moon sets, the sun rises, the sun rises and the moon sets.

Qingyang unexpectedly saw the prince again in the restaurant, but this time the other party was not wearing the eye-catching bright yellow crown, and was dressed in blue gray, leaning against the window of the compartment in the hall, half-heartedly drinking wine.

Qingyang looked at the empty seat opposite the prince, and there was still a vegetarian dish in front of him. Although the prince was covered all over, don't fucking bother me, but it was obvious that the seat and the dishes were prepared for him.

Qingyang scratched his head, stepped forward and sat down, and said bluntly: "Prince. It has been spread among the people now that the prince is selfless and upright. Clear your reputation and get back the tribute."

"..." Yinreng tilted his head and glanced at Qingyang, his phoenix eyes stared slightly, with a sense of reproach, as if he was talking about whether you can chat, Guzheng is waiting for your comfort!Which pot you don't open and which pot you lift.But then he turned his head and looked out the window sleepily again, "Yes. Ling Pu committed a heinous crime. Today, he beheaded him for public display, and the people in the capital were all happy. I went, but I didn't show up. I heard that the nanny also went."

Although Yinfeng sat in the lobby, he occupied the entire first floor, only him and Qingyang.Maybe it was because he felt that Qingyang was someone outside the party, or because Qingyang's encouragement had really made Yinreng feel a little bit closer, Yinreng was actually willing to tell Qingyang these words: "Those innocent souls also look very happy."

Qingyang froze for a moment: "You can also see this?"

Yinfeng nodded his eyes: "Wipe, I have been blind for a long time, now I have to open my eyes?" He paused, then said in a low voice, "We must wait until all these wronged souls are compensated before continuing to be blind. "

Yinreng turned back, leaned against the window, and muttered to himself: "You said, what good is it to be a prince? A group of brothers are waiting to dismount the orphan. What good is it to be an emperor? Sons, ministers, who wouldn't Remember the dragon chair under his butt?"

Yinreng smiled faintly, with a faint sense of detachment: "It's better to be a fairy, carefree, without desires, no desires, no matter where you go, everyone will worship him, who dares to pull the fairy off the horse--"

"Hey! Oh, stop calling! Why are you back? I took your carriage as if you weren't here anymore!"

"That's right, it's all Brother Zhao's idea, we were pulled up by Brother Zhao!"

"That's right, this carriage, even if you didn't come in person, it should be dedicated to your god..."

Outside the window, where Yinfeng was looking directly at, Zhao Gongming was being pulled from the carriage by an invisible force, covering his head and fleeing, the other four Linggongs also got off the first carriage in a panic, raised their sleeves to cover their faces, and shook the pot Nothing to do.

Yinfeng: "..."

Qingyang glanced at the direction of Yinreng's gaze, and said clearly: "The ancestor is back. Oh, yes, Prince, what did you just say? You want to be a fairy?"

Yinfeng: "..."

Yinfeng quickly threw away the jug: "Dang Gu didn't say anything."

Damn, wasting lonely feelings.

Yinfeng reneged fiercely: "You buy this wine!"

The enemy was punished, the obsession of those wronged souls dissipated, and they were finally willing to be illuminated.Qingyang held a ceremonial ceremony in the Yinzhen restaurant, and attracted thousands of corpses in one breath, and the sound of howling ghosts and gods resounded through the restaurant.

Zhao Gongming chuckled, "Xiao Jingui's prestige as the killer of the Three Corpses is probably about to spread from Qinhuai to the capital."

"Brother, you're talking nonsense again." Qingyang looked at the three corpse gods tenderly, not finding their crying and howling annoying at all: it's all wool.

The ghost officials of the City God Temple in Kyoto were also disturbed by this big battle, and a small team was dispatched to arrest the ghosts. The leader of the ghost messengers counted the rewards for Qingyang: "...here, this is the amount of money converted into Yangjian. "

Qingyang's tenderness disappeared instantly: "What?!!!"

He widened his eyes in disbelief: "It's obviously not at this price in Qinhuai!!"

The ghost messenger supported the tall hat who was almost crooked by Qingyang: "Isn't this the price difference? Don't talk about hell, if you buy a pair of shoes in Qinhuai, can the price of a pair of shoes in Kyoto be the same?"

"That's not so much difference..." Qingyang said aggrievedly, and sighed, "Well, although the money given is less, it is more or less wool."

Ghost messenger: "??????"

I'm still here...!If you don't like it, return your money back!

However, Qingyang has already skillfully stuffed the money into his pocket: "It's a pity, because of the delay in passing the salvation, we may not have time to catch up with the old monk Qinhuai's appointment of No. 15 every month."

Liu Yuanda took the opportunity to instigate: "Then sell it directly, this is the destiny! The Monk Temple in Kyoto is the richest, so you should sell it more expensive."

Ghost messenger: "...!"

I really want to complain, but these two, is it the little Taoist priest who brought Wu Linggong to harm, or Wu Linggong led to the little Taoist priest? ?

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"My lord, the crown prince is very angry because of Ling Pu. This is a good opportunity for you to sneak in!" Mingzhu's eyes lit up and her face was full of calculations, "Before in the old building, I was a courtier who had nothing to do with anger. I am a god, and I am holding you back. Now that the crown prince is back in the East Palace, and the master is still there, it is a good time for you to win over. You can get in touch with the master more. If possible, you can invite the master to enter the palace of the minister, and the minister will host a banquet for him. , Let’s talk about respect.”

Yinxuan frowned and muttered: "If you have a banquet, it's better to give money directly."

"My lord!" Mingzhu raised her brows, looking like she wanted to speak harshly.

Yinfei only felt that he was like Monkey King seeing Tang Seng about to recite the magic spell, so he had to keep saying: "I know, I know, find a chance and let the master go to your house, okay?"

"Yes." After Mingzhu finished speaking, she felt uneasy again, afraid that her idiot would do something stupid again, and quickly added, "But you don't have to be too direct, and don't show up near my mansion, so as not to attract people's attention .Just like now, find a trustworthy nearby restaurant, and we have to come secretly."

"..." Yinfei raised his right hand, rubbing his thumb, index finger, and middle finger together.

Mingzhu: "...Ah? What, what does this mean?"

Yinyin slapped the table in grief and indignation: "Money! No money, how can I see the master?! Do you want the master to invite me to dinner instead?"

Then with the personality of a master, it is very likely that the favor will be cut off on the spot...

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In order to better use money to win over the master, Yinzhen presciently invited Yinzhen to accompany him, mainly as a money bag.

Qingyang did not often leave the Taoist temple in modern times. Most of the believers came to ask for help, and those who ran around and went on business trips were all masters.Moreover, now Kyoto is full of the customs and customs of the Qing Dynasty, which is quite different from the modern Kyoto. It is a joy to visit Qingyang.

Yinfei was good at other things. He went to the battlefield to race horses and fight first-class, but when he returned to the capital, he was the leader of eating, drinking and having fun. He kept saying to Qingyang along the way: "Master, this syrup is very special. Some sour ingredients are added to it. Eat it." It looks quite powerful, and it is a must in the capital. And here, although it looks like a restaurant, it is actually dedicated to fighting crickets..."

Yinzhen followed behind the two of them dully, picking out the silver, picking out the silver, and picking out the silver.

Although Yinbi has an irritable personality, once he treats people well, he will be honest.It doesn't count if you take Qingyang to play well, you have to buy two copies of everything, and you can also offer it to Sanqing if you say yes.

Qingyang originally wanted to refuse, thinking how could the master like these things, but the eldest prince was so sincere, he just accepted it, at worst, he just didn't want to make offerings, and later asked Senior Brother Zhao to leave some money for the eldest prince.Unexpectedly, along the way, before he even performed the offering ceremony, a certain master started to enjoy it, and he was really coaxed by these little things like sugar water and crickets to calm down the previous depression.

Qingyang had no choice but to hold two boxes of crickets: "..."

... The ancestors in this world are really different!So who is it?

Is it Master Yuqing?Impossible, Master Yuqing is the most respectful of rules, he is very serious and dignified, he doesn't know how to play with crickets at all, and Master Shangqing doesn't look like that either?There are so many disciples of Master Patriarch of the Qing Dynasty, and this deity is good at traveling and preaching everywhere. I haven’t seen any strange things. Do you still care about this cricket?

Because of Qingyang's distraction, the crickets in the bamboo box began to move around, protruding their tentacles from the hollow gap between the two boxes, trying to kill the crickets through the wall.

Qingyang fell into confusion: Could it be that the person I invited here wasn't Master Sanqing?But, no, what kind of existence can take away the sacrifice of the ancestor of Sanqing, when the ancestor descended to the gods, rescued him in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and when he shocked the Pearl before, the prestige of the Dao cannot be faked, Senior Brother Zhao and the others I was in awe when I saw it... and so on.

Qingyang stopped suddenly, completely unaware that the lid of the unclosed box had been pushed open by the crickets: Thinking back so carefully, when Senior Brother Zhao and the others saw the ancestor, their expressions seemed more fearful than reverent, and they were very afraid look...

What are you afraid of?

——Are you afraid that the master will secretly shake the rattle?

"..." Qingyang stretched back his waist with no expression on his face, and pressed the windless automatic rattle that kept ringing.

No wonder many passers-by along the way just now couldn't help but look back at him with puzzled eyes, Master is too childish! !

"Master, why are you so dazed?" Yinyi walked halfway and suddenly realized that such a big master was gone. He was shocked and turned back to look for it, only to find that Qingyang was standing not far away, clutching his back, two Eyes straightened, the crickets were fighting together, "This cricket must be locked up, thanks to the fighting this time, if they run away, how can we find them?"

After walking a few feet forward, Yin Ling curled his lips and said, "This is nothing interesting, it's a private school for old Tanhuahua."

"Private school?" Qingyang was startled, his attention was diverted all of a sudden, he poked his neck and looked inside with great interest, "It's awesome, I haven't been to school yet... private school."

At this moment, the door of the private school was open, and the sound of a boy reciting the "Three Character Classic" came from inside.Qingyang couldn't help showing a longing look.

Yinxuan and Yintang didn't believe it at first, and they carefully scrutinized Qingyang's expression. Unexpectedly, Qingyang's eyes were shining, as if he was completely attracted by the boring private school, and even stopped walking. Meaning for a while.

Yinxuan and Yinzhen recalled it at the same time, and indeed, what Qingyang showed in front of them were all abilities related to Taoism and Taoism.Probably because I grew up in a Taoist temple and didn't have the opportunity to go to a private school.

Yinxi comforted him sympathetically: "Actually, it's nothing. Look at these scholars, how many will be the number one in the future? Most of them are not as good as you, the master."

Qingyang turned a deaf ear to it, recalling his modern memories, he couldn't help covering his face with his hands: "Wow!! I'm so pitiful, I learned how to wash and cook by myself since I was a child, and learned all kinds of Taoism and calligraphy. When I was in high school," Qingyang rubbed his thighs, and the tears flowed even harder, "I served Sanqing Master by myself, and cleaned the five-entry and five-exit Taoist temple by myself—"

"???" Yinzhen said, "Wait a minute, five in and five out????"

With all due respect, the pigeon cage in Qingfu Temple doesn't seem that big, does it?

Qingyang stuck for a moment: "—I want you to take care of it!!! It used to be five in and five out!!"

Yinyi speculated cautiously at the side: "Maybe this is the mustard space that the Xianjia said..."

Yinzhen couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth, turned his head to look at the Nalan Mansion in the distance, and then looked at the elder brother who was completely immersed in speculation and couldn't help himself, and went back and forth a few times: "..." Yinzhen had to shoulder the heavy responsibility of the elder brother, " oops!"

Yinzhen pretended to be surprised: "Isn't that the mansion of Grand Master Nalan Mingzhu? I heard Mingzhu said before that she wanted to entertain the master to make amends."

The people sent by Mingzhu had already been waiting nearby, who knew that the First Prince was so absent, he was almost exhausted from waiting, but luckily the Ninth Prince was reliable: "Ah!" He came up to welcome him, "Isn't this Master Qingyang? I am the servant of Nalan Mansion! The master has mentioned you several times in the mansion, and said that he wanted to invite you into the mansion and hold a banquet to make amends."

"Oh..." Qingyang scratched his head and looked behind him, "But my family has a lot of people...Master Mingzhu, do you mind if I drag my family along?"

Alas, Qingyang pressed the rattle on the back of his waist and sighed, I am really a good man who takes care of the family.

The rattle was vigorously: "——Bolang!"

The master was finally invited into the mansion, and Mingzhu heaved a sigh of relief.Even if it's the prince's conspiracy, he still has a chance to steal the corner, right?

Qingyang hurriedly protected the statue of Sanqing: "No need, I will move this one, and put down the memorial tablet, please move the altar and altars."

It's too enthusiastic, it's okay to grab the Sanqing portrait when you come up, and the master's rattle stopped playing in an instant.

The servants complied, and Qingyang withdrew his gaze: "It seems that the time is almost up, I wonder if I can delay for a while, let me worship the ancestor and the five spirits first?"

People can come and talk about anything, Mingzhu nodded repeatedly: "But I need a clean place? My house has a large population, and ignorant children are also allowed to run around, only the ancestral hall and..." Mingzhu paused , the voice was a little unsteady, "No one disturbs the house with the eldest son on weekdays."

Who is Nalan Mingzhu's eldest son?Nalan, Nalan, it can't be the particularly famous Nalan Rongruo!

Qingyang said: "That's all for the ancestral hall, it's not good to collide with either side. It's better to borrow the house of your son!"

Mingzhu nodded, but her eyes dimmed a lot: "Master, forgive me, although the dog has passed away for many years, I still can't let go of him as a father. I will call the steward to bring you. If you have any needs, just tell him directly. If you can do it, you will do your best.”

Qingyang couldn't comfort him rashly, he just said: "Then thank you, Master Mingzhu."

The steward led Qingyang all the way to the depths of Nalan's house, explaining as he walked: "The eldest son actually had his own mansion before he was alive. This mansion was where the eldest son lived when he was young, and he will also settle down when he grows up and returns home. …The eldest son likes to be quiet, elegant, and good at reading, so the yard he lives in is also the cleanest and cleanest. If there are any new poetry collections or good books on weekdays, someone will come and burn them for the eldest son..."

While talking, the two entered the yard, and the steward looked inside: "What new collection of poems is it again? Wait until this book is finished burning, and don't rush it for a while. Let's talk about it after the distinguished guests have finished using this place."

The servant girl who was sent to burn the books hurriedly responded, and hurriedly packed up the thick stack of books beside her.

"Oh... don't... who said you can't be in a hurry... let's finish the fire first..."

In a corner where the steward and the maid could not see, a thin and thin man in a blue gown, with his sleeves rolled up, was staring at the books that had been packed away.

He looks refined and elegant, and he has a bookish air at first glance. Although he is urging the burning of books, he does not step forward to stop him. Tang, but since he was rejected, he no longer opened his mouth in a sensible and polite manner.

Nalan Rongruo didn't know that the person who entered the door was a true Taoist priest, so he gave Qingyang a sad look, and shook his head: "Instead of building a Taoist temple again, it's better to burn a few more books... Sigh. That's right, what's the use of burning them. Now that I am a ghost, all the poems in my mind cannot be put into writing, and what I have learned in the book is useless. Why not the old Tanhua across the street, at least there are still a lot of disciples who can teach them all, which can be regarded as cultivating pillars for the court, so that My writing has a heritage..."

"——Brother!" Qingyang took a big step over, grasping Nalan Rongruo's hand with bright eyes, "You said you want to open a private school, is that true?!"

My mother, what kind of happy event is this.

Although Qingyang didn't agree to Brother Li to teach the children in Xiaozhaixiang, those little kids didn't care whether they agreed or not. They knew that it would be hard for them to enter the temple, so they gathered around the temple every day to play, which made Qingyang's head very big. I only hate that I don’t have a good teacher, otherwise he would sneak those noisy people into private schools, recite Wenchang Jing every day, and force them to study!

Qingyang shook the hand of Nalan Rongruo who was stupefied and urged: "Brother, brother, talk, is it true that you want to open a private school? I have a lot of students here!!"

Nalan Rongruo had been dead for so many years, and it was the first time someone could see him, he was still a living person, and he opened his mouth and asked him if he wanted to take students, which hit Nalan Rongruo's pain point that he had held back for a long time.

It's like an author who has an inspiration in his heart, but has been forced to hold back for decades and has not been able to write an article. Whenever there is an opportunity, why don't he burst out with joy and madness?

Nalan Rongruo: "It's true, I wish!"

What else to say, sign the ghost contract on the spot!Qingyang seized the time and signed Rong Ruo before the time of enshrining. Then he was relieved and seriously worshiped his master.

On the other side, Nalan Mingzhu: "What? You said the master is crazy?