He recognized the wrong person... Huang Chen was startled, and then he laughed at the inexplicable feeling of familiarity in his heart.
He was clearly a stranger, but when they met for the first time, he felt naturally close to him. This kind of emotion was really inexplicable, and it was extremely rare for him.
Perhaps, in the eyes of the other party, his abrupt words were more like... "picking up a conversation"? Well, the words invented by Master are all very strange.
etc……
The spiritual awareness of practitioners is far superior to that of ordinary people, especially the "Star Official" path. Due to the perennial horoscope divination, the sixth sense is strong... I have such a sudden affection for this young man. Doesn't it fulfill what the Taoist sect often talks about? "Destined"?
Thinking of this, Huang Chen's eyes changed.
These inner outsiders may think that they are too much, but the more advanced a monk is, the more sensitive he is to his own abnormality.
But he didn't know that the reason why he looked familiar was just because Ji Ping'an revealed a hint of the temperament of a national master in that moment.
"Are you also here to pay homage to General Xuanwu?" At this time, the young man said.
Huang Chen suddenly came back to his senses and smiled: "Yes. I come every year."
The smile on the young man's face became warm, and he sighed: "Not many people respect meritorious deeds as much as you do. Well, we are destined to meet each other. Let's go to a teahouse to sit there?"
There is a teahouse opposite the temple, where Zhou people can easily make friends.
Normally, with Huang Chen's low-key personality and identity, he would probably shake his head and refuse.
But maybe it happened to be the festival day, maybe it was the inexplicable feeling of closeness, or maybe it was the saying "meeting is fate"... Huang Chen hesitated and said, "Okay."
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They went upstairs together and found an empty seat on the second floor. When the waiter served tea and cakes, Huang Chen felt more and more weird.
Imagine that he is a dignified Qin Tianjianhou and a high-ranking court official, but sitting and drinking tea with this young man is a new experience for him.
What surprised him even more was that as the two of them chatted endlessly, this young man who seemed to come from an ordinary family actually became more and more extraordinary.
Not to mention his conversational temperament, the philosophical thoughts and insights revealed in his words alone impressed him.
Huang Chen couldn't help but get interested, and occasionally asked some pointed questions, but the other party was not frightened. Instead, he often had sharp words, which made him more and more interested.
Huang Chen leaves people with the impression that he is an "honest person" and "taciturn", but in fact, this kind of person will also talk endlessly if he meets someone he likes.
Gradually, Huang Chen, who looked like a middle-aged warrior, had the urge to take the young man into the earth courtyard.
It doesn't matter if the talent is less, I can help him to understand. The key is that talents are rare, and disciples with good luck are even rarer.
When the thought arose, Huang Chen picked up the tea cup and took a sip, then tentatively looked out the window at the stone sculpture of meritorious service in the Xuanwu Temple: "I heard that General Xuanwu is also a strong practitioner. Are you interested in practicing?"
Ji Ping'an smiled and said, "I understand a little bit."
Huang Chen smiled, thinking that for a young man to dare to say he "understands a little bit" in front of him is a bit flattering: "Oh? Then tell me, how do you understand a little bit?"
His tone was slightly teasing, and there was a smile in his eyes. It was like a big shot in a certain field, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger to watch Xiaobai confidently display his shallow knowledge. Then he revealed his identity. Xiaobai was ashamed and ashamed. The onlookers exclaimed...
Huang Chen subconsciously replayed the plot of the novel in his mind, and Huang Chen became more and more excited... So, an honest person is not really honest, but more likely to be a coquettish one.
However, what he didn't know was that the young man in front of him was the boss, and he, the prisoner, was the one Pu Xin showed off...
Ji Ping'an took everything in his eyes and shook his head secretly, thinking that "Xiaochen" was still the same as before, with a clear sense of stupidity and simplicity.
At this time, a wake-up call sounded in the teahouse, attracting the attention of the guests.
I saw a storyteller in a long gown standing in front of the screen and said with a smile: "Dear guests, today is the birthday of General Xuanwu. How about I tell you about General Chen's battle on the battlefield?"
The tea house is full today, most of them come to pay homage to Chen Xuanwu. They are thirsty and have a rest, so it is a good time to take a rest.
A regular customer at the bottom said: "We are tired of hearing about wars. How many times have you said this? Another one, I heard that General Xuanwu once followed the national master to practice. Is it true or false?"
The rest of the guests were shocked. In the secular realm, the stories of practitioners are always a hot topic, let alone involving the national master.
The storyteller was helpless, thought for a moment, and said with a smile:
"Of course it is true, but there is no master-disciple status. It is easy to verify. Do you know that Huang Jianhou, one of the five major eunuchs in Qintian Prison today? He is the grandson of General Chen. To say that Huang Jianhou He is also a legendary figure. He was stupid when he was young. He had no choice but to rely on his relationship with General Xuanwu to become a disciple of the Imperial Master, but he actually got enlightened...
"It's not easy to become a master in the past. There is another difficulty. The imperial master originally refused to accept him. Then, such a young child had to kneel in the wind and snow for three days before the imperial master nodded."
The tea guests were fascinated by what they heard. Huang Chen, who was sitting in the corner, had a strange expression on his face. He didn't expect that he was talking about himself.
However, almost at the same time, Ji Pingan, who was sitting at the same table with him, shook his head and said softly: "That's not right."
Huang Chen looked at him confused and said amusedly: "What's wrong?"
Ji Ping'an said calmly: "The Imperial Master has been used to ups and downs in his life, and his heart is not that soft. If he could be moved by just torturing himself to express his loyalty, then he would have tens of millions of disciples."
Huang Chen's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he felt an indescribable feeling for no reason. He smiled and said:
"You are a young man, but you are very old-fashioned. You speak so confidently, as if you know the truth."
"Of course I know." Ji Ping'an closed his eyes, and images came to him one after another in his memory.
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That winter.
The Great Zhou Dynasty has been settled, the world is at peace, and there is a heavy snowfall in Qintian Prison.
A woman wearing a satin cotton-padded coat, whose eyebrows were somewhat similar to those of the late Chen Xuanwu, got out of the carriage. She turned around and took the young Huang Chen, who was as silent as a stone, out of the carriage and warned:
"I will take you to see the Imperial Master later and ask him to accept you. You must be obedient and polite, okay? You need to call someone."
Xiao Huangchen lowered his head, not sure whether he heard it or not.
The woman sighed helplessly, jotted it down, and ordered her servants to wait outside. She took Xiao Huangchen by the hand and walked along the snow-covered street to the central courtyard.
"The daughter of Chen Xuanwu pays homage to the Imperial Master." The woman stood in the courtyard and saluted respectfully towards the closed door. Then she secretly pinched Xiao Huangchen with her hand and whispered, "Call someone."
Huang Chen raised his head and looked ahead with wide eyes in a naive manner. His mouth was pursed into a straight line, and he remained silent, like a stone.
An old voice came from inside the house: "I have no intention of accepting a disciple, please go back."
The woman was shocked and knelt down crying:
"Master Imperial Master, please have mercy on my father. Huang Man'er is born dull. If he doesn't have someone to rely on, how will he deal with the rapids in the court in the future? Even if he doesn't have the qualifications to practice, it's good to serve you tea and a fan." of."
After saying that, he dragged Xiao Huangchen to kneel down and kowtow.
"Go back." The old voice was extremely cold.
The woman pursed her lips, with a look of tenacity and ruthlessness on her face, and said: "My mother and son have no intention of upsetting the Imperial Master, and their sincerity can be learned from the world."
After saying that, they stopped saying anything, and a mother and son knelt motionless in the snow. Although they didn't say it clearly, they meant that if they didn't agree, they would kneel down and not get up.
A sneer came from the room: "If you don't miss Chen Xuanwu...that's all, you can kneel down if you want."
The snow was falling heavily, and it was sunset in the blink of an eye.
The servants of the Huang Mansion were waiting anxiously outside the courtyard, not daring to take a step beyond the realm of possibility.
It wasn't until the next morning that the woman couldn't stand it anymore and suddenly fainted, causing a cry of surprise.
A middle-aged star official with a kind face floated over, sighed, fed the woman some decoction to revive her, and advised her: "The Imperial Master has made up his mind, Madam, it's better to go back, don't ruin your body in vain."
The woman shook her head and remained silent, but she couldn't stand it. More and more people from the Huang family came to persuade her. After holding on for another long time, she finally couldn't bear it any longer and was taken away by force. Before leaving, she gave a death order, telling Huang Chen to continue to kneel down.
Strange to say, the woman clearly fainted several times, but the young Huang Chen carried it down, motionless, like a stone.
The wind and snow got heavier at night, and he was buried like a snowman, but he still remained motionless, as if he was dead. The kind-faced star official came from time to time to test his skills, and he couldn't help but exclaim:
"This little kid is quite interesting. Although he looks a little stupid, he is full of vitality and strength. Alas, why not go home and practice martial arts and become a star official."
Huang Chen remained silent and ignored him, or he was too frozen to answer.
"Chi'er, Chi'er..." Mian Shanxingguan shook his head and left.
In this way, another day and night passed.
In the early morning of the third day, the snow began to fall, and the door that had been closed for several days was finally opened.
The Imperial Master, who was wearing a loose robe and had long black and white hair, yawned and finished studying at his desk for several days and nights. When he saw the snowman in the courtyard, he raised his eyebrows slightly and said indifferently:
"Why don't you get out yet?"
He flicked his sleeves, and the sun suddenly burned brightly above his head, and the ice and snow in the courtyard melted.
In the blink of an eye, Xiao Huangchen was revealed, motionless on the spot, wet all over, with a bruised face and almost death. He still maintained the same position as three days ago, and the soil under his knees sank three inches.
The Imperial Master frowned, whipped up a gust of wind and took it into his palm, entered the spirit element and rescued it from the edge of death, and said:
"Go have a drink of soup and then get out. Chen Xuanwu from the province is resenting me underground for killing his grandson."
Xiao Huangchen opened his eyes covered with frost and snow in a daze, and as if he had realized it in hindsight, he remembered his mother's instructions to summon him, and said angrily:
"Master."
The Imperial Master was stunned.
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Inside the teahouse.
"What do you know? Why did the Imperial Master accept him?" Huang Chen, who looked like a middle-aged warrior, asked with a smile.
Ji Ping'an opened his eyes, thought for a moment, and said, "Because he called me Master."
The smile on Huang Chen's face suddenly froze, and his pupils shrank like needles!
"Who...are you?!"
