On the winding path several miles away from the town, a man in a white robe appeared at the end of the path. His face was like a crown of jade, and he was handsome. He had a silver wine gourd hanging from his waist and a long green bamboo sword on his back. There is a white jade peace plate hanging on the tassel of the sword.
The man drove slowly towards the town, cursing as he walked: "If you let me go down the mountain and you don't give me a customs clearance document, you are cruel, old man. Just wait for me. I will come to the door of your hut when the time comes." Shit."
While cursing the old man he was talking about, the man hurried up the hillside. As a result, it was slippery due to the rain. He almost stumbled and fell on the stone steps without paying attention. He quickly pretended to use the stance, which was quite Zhong Quan's own crazy style. The smell of dancing fists, standing still and pointing at the stone steps, followed by a burst of curses, just like the shrewish women scolding each other on the street. If the stone could have spiritual intelligence and understand human speech, I would be scolded by the man in the white robe until his eyes were full of smoke.
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The rain falls silently, the clouds pass and the rain stops.
The first rain of spring came and went in a hurry, and crystal raindrops rolled down from the buds and new leaves.
Inside the house, Xia Chengyi cooked a pot of pickled bamboo shoots and fish soup with the herring caught this morning and the pickled bamboo shoots. Xia Yao sat on the table, standing on the table with chopsticks in each hand, tapping lightly, looking at the kitchen with eyes wide open, and asked anxiously: "Brother, why isn't the soup ready yet?"
For Xia Yao, eating is the most important thing in the world. Even if the sky falls, you have to eat first.
Xia Chengyi walked out of the kitchen holding a clay pot of fish soup, placed the clay pot on the table, and filled two bowls, one for himself and one for Xia Yao. In less than a moment, the fish soup in the clay pot has reached the bottom.
Seeing Xia Yao wolfing down the fish soup, Xia Chengyi couldn't help but advise: "Yao Yao, drink slowly, be careful of the fish bones."
He sometimes feels that his little sister was starved to death in her previous life, and she was able to eat like this in order to make up for her previous life. But it's strange to say that even though the little girl is so good at eating, her little face has not become fatter. She is still cute and pleasing, and people can't help but want to pinch it when they see it.
This is probably what women on the street often say: "You only eat, you don't gain weight, your body is very thin, and your height is not small."
Xia Yao put down the bowl and chopsticks and wiped the corners of her mouth with her little hands, "Brother, why don't you go to the blacksmith shop today?"
Xia Chengyi sipped the soup and said casually: "Master Li has been in the mountains for the past two days. Let us wait for him to come down and then go over to cast a furnace for him."
The Master Li in the boy's mouth is the owner of the blacksmith shop, Li Dadong. He is a tall and honest man. He lives on Taolu Street in a small town. He has a wife and two children. His son's name is Li Qian. He and Xia Yao are classmates in the same school. Fellow.
However, Master Li's wife is not an ordinary person. I often hear the aunties nearby say that Li Dadong's wife is not easy to mess with. She is so aggressive that her mouth seems to be full of snakes, scorpions and centipedes. You can make your popularity go up in flames. The key is that you can't scold her, you can only be scolded by her pointing at your nose. Li Qian seemed to have inherited his mother's aggressive spirit. He was a prick at a young age and would stab anyone he caught. I heard from Xia Yao that even Mr. Li Qian was helpless every time he faced Li Qian. I can't help but hold my forehead and sigh. Xia Chengyi's dark face was filled with a smile when he thought of the stern Mr. Lu who would hold his forehead and sigh.
It turns out that Mr. Lu is not as lofty as a god, he also has seven emotions and six desires.
Xia Yao jumped off the bench, still wearing a shabby little cotton-padded jacket that was eye-catchingly red. She first ran into the inner room and then ran back like the wind. She took out a rusty iron piece from nowhere in her hand. The iron piece was placed on the table, "Brother, keep this by your side."
Xia Chengyi also wondered where Xia Yao picked up the piece of iron, and asked curiously: "What is it?"
Xia Yao pondered for a moment and decided not to tell Xia Chengyi the shocking truth yet. It would be okay to tell him later when the time is right. She waved her hand and said, "Brother, just keep it away. Trust me, I will definitely send it out in the future." Great use!”
"Okay, okay." Of course Xia Chengyi would not refuse his little sister's gift to him. Besides, if the little sister said it would be useful, then it must be useful, but the time has not come to use it yet.
After Xia Yao finished speaking solemnly, her little face pulled down and she looked at Xia Chengyi sadly, "Brother, I'm hungry again..."
When Xia Chengyi heard this, he turned into a dark face and said, "You can't eat it anymore. If you eat it again, you will really become a chubby girl."
Xia Yao was like a deflated rubber ball, her head hunched, looking sickly.
Xia Chengyi couldn't laugh or cry, rubbing his forehead.
After cleaning up, the young man had nothing to do, and he didn't have to go to the blacksmith shop to work, so he put the bamboo basket on his back, said hello to Xia Yao, and ran towards the back mountain, passing through the small town on the way. At that time, he happened to bump into Lu Ran who was also walking into the town.
Xia Chengyi stopped, bowed to Lu Ran and saluted, "I've met Mr. Lu."
Lu Ran saw it was Xia Chengyi and said warmly: "But going into the mountains to hunt?"
Xia Chengyi scratched his head and said with a shy expression: "I heard that there have been a lot of bamboo shoots in the mountains recently for no reason. I thought I would go to the mountains to pick up more. They were not planted by others anyway, but isn't this a bit unethical?"
Lu Ran smiled and explained: "It doesn't matter. If God doesn't accept it, you will take the blame. Since it's yours, just accept it with peace of mind."
The young man was afraid of missing out, so he said goodbye and left.
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Outside the east gate of the town, a man in white robes with a sword stopped and looked up at the stone archway in front of him. The four words "Purple Energy Comes from the East" were engraved in small seals on the plaque, which was vigorous and simple, as graceful as a swimming dragon.
The man rubbed his bearded chin and exclaimed: "A good place, a good place. It is indeed a Feng Shui treasure land where dragons and phoenixes give birth to dragons and phoenixes. I just don't know if I can take off this plaque and sell it. If I can sell it outside, You have one thousand eight hundred taels of silver for whatever you do, right?"
The man was the man in white robe who had a wine gourd hanging from his waist on the alley outside the town. He took off the wine gourd from his waist and took a sip of wine before walking slowly into the town.
Unexpectedly, he was stopped just as he entered the town. A short old man walked towards the man. The old man was holding a cigarette pole in his hand. He glanced at the man and said, "Old rules, before entering the town, you must hand over one or two silver ingots."
When the man heard that he had to pay one or two silver ingots, he immediately became unhappy and said with a sneer: "Old sir, I see you are quite old. Isn't it a bit shameful for someone with old bones and legs to cheat money?"
The old man had a stooped figure and sat on a wooden bench against the wall. He gently tapped the wooden bench with his tobacco rod to pour out the tobacco inside.
Seeing that the old man was indifferent, the man continued to say in a strange tone: "Old sir, I am not telling you that you are still cheating here at such an old age. Are you afraid that your children at home won't treat you well?"
The old man took a puff of dry cigarette, and big clouds of smoke filled the surroundings. Wind and clouds rolled around the sea of clouds. Feng Qingyun said calmly: "How old is Li Haoran's little hairy head now? Have you touched the legendary threshold?"
The man in white robe felt like he was struck by lightning.
The old man glanced at the man in white robes and said, "What, it's not like ten thousand years have passed and you're still just a young man in the Hedao realm, right?"
The man in white robe looked dazed, swallowed a sip of water, and said somewhat uncertainly: "You...how do you know the old man...Senior Sword Immortal?"
The old man smoked a dry cigarette, crossed his legs, and sneered: "Oh, are you a swordsman? Back then, this kid was following me and kept yelling for me to teach him his sword skills. Why, now? Do you think you are so arrogant that you dare to call yourself an immortal? It’s amazing, but with the name Haoran, you are indeed qualified to win a share of heaven and earth.”
The man in white robe wanted to take a sip of wine to suppress the shock in his heart, but found that there was no wine in the wine gourd.
The old man sitting on a wooden bench smoking a cigarette frowned slightly.
A Confucian scholar in a blue shirt with frosty white temples appeared outside the east gate. It was Lu Ran, a teacher at a rural school. As the leader of Yifangtiandi, he was aware of every move that happened in the town.
After meeting the old man, Lu Ran bowed and saluted: "Lu Ran pays homage to Mr. Ma."
The old man looked leisurely and waved the cigarette pole in his hand, "I can't stand your bow from Lu Ran. Old man, I want to live for a few more years, but I don't want to die because of this."
Lu Ran smiled and ignored the meaning of the old man's words, "Mr., can you allow my friend to enter the town?"
The old man said leisurely: "Just do things according to the old rules, money is not important."
Lu Ran flipped his wrist and an extra gold ingot appeared out of thin air, with the word "ying" engraved on the square.
The old man took the gold ingot and clicked his tongue: "A big country is generous in its dealings. Old man, this is the first time I have seen such a thing."
Lu Ran didn't take it seriously at the old man's teasing.
The old man accepted the gold ingot with the word "welcome" and waved his hand, "Let's go, let that kid keep his mouth clean. He met me, and he wouldn't have such a good temper if he met someone else."
The rickety old man held his back in one hand and a cigarette pole in the other, slowly walking into the town.
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At the same time, in the other direction of the town, a carriage slowly drove towards the town.
The coachman slowed down the speed of the carriage and said respectfully toward the sedan: "Sir, Longquan Town is ahead."
The car curtain was pulled up at a corner, and a tall man in brocade clothes walked out of the car. He put one hand behind his back, touched the green bamboo folding fan in his hand with the other, and looked at the town.
The man gently shook the folding fan and said with a smile: "Life in the world is like a traveler from afar."
The coachman said solemnly at the side: "Sir, the purpose of this trip is to escort the group of cultivators from the Great Qin State to travel far away. Don't let anything go wrong because of your lord's excitement. If something goes wrong, the Holy Master will not be able to take care of it at that time. Take this responsibility.”
The man in splendid clothes and jade belt put away the folding fan, laughed it off, turned around and looked in the direction of a certain school in a small town in the distance, and said softly: "There is one stone in the world of talent, and Master Lu has only nine buckets. From ancient times to the present, we share the same bucket."
The man admired Lu Ran from the bottom of his heart, a Confucian scholar in blue who was dressed in a noble and righteous manner.
At that time, it was this Confucian Confucian Temple sage who overcame all opinions and stood up to thousands of men by vigorously promoting the law that women can hold up half the sky, so that women in Daxia could obtain fame and fame like ordinary men, or join the battlefield to defend enemies and make meritorious deeds. . For this reason, the late Emperor of Great Xia also specifically ordered the Ministry of Rites to set up a complete set of meritorious titles for female warriors and writers, which was the first of its kind in the entire Middle-earth Divine Continent. It is indeed a great achievement for Great Xia to have such an important weapon as Lu Ran. The national destiny of Daxia.
But somehow this sage and literati, who was so important in the Confucian Temple, was suddenly relegated to Longquan Town, a small place where birds have nothing to do, gods hate and ghosts hate, and is suppressed by the law of heaven. Even the Incense Temple in Zhenlong Mountain They have long since given up their incense.
Whenever the civil servants and military officials in the Xia Kingdom talked about this matter, they all regretted Lu Ran's experience, but they also found it difficult to interfere in the internal affairs of the Confucian Temple.
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