When the second snow came, Chen Qingshan rented a small courtyard in Shanyue City.
It is a small alley on a high ground. When you exit the alley, it is like going down a mountain. You have to walk up a long slope before you can enter the long streets in the city.
This alley is called Guhuai Lane.
As the name suggests, there is a very old locust tree in the alley.
Just outside the small courtyard rented by Chen Qingshan.
When negotiating the price, in order to raise the rent, the landlord also used common sayings from thousands of years ago to deceive people.
If there is a ghost beside the tree, the world will be peaceful.
Chen Qingshan sneered.
Huaian Huaian.
None of the four generations of emperors ended well.
There has never been any real peace in the world. How can there be peace in the world with ghosts beside the tree?
If you say this, probably no one in the world will believe it.
But it was probably because that person didn't think Chen Qingshan looked like a worldly person, so he wanted to take a gamble, betting that he was a Taoist who was a pure practitioner and not concerned with worldly affairs.
It's a pity that Chen Qingshan not only asks about worldly affairs, but also often asks a lot.
It's a pity that before I could say anything, I just put my hand into my sleeves and someone came up from the end of the alley.
"This is a man with a view of mountains and rivers. If you play such a trick with him, aren't you afraid of being noticed by their people?"
The landlord glanced at Zhu Xi who was walking up in the black robe of Hell. When he looked back at the young man in black, his expression changed. He didn't even ask for the rent and ran away.
Chen Qingshan stood at the entrance of the yard, raising his eyebrows as he looked at Zhuxi walking in the snow. He stretched out his hand from his sleeve, which was a money bag.
Although the landlord said nonsense, Chen Qingshan actually did not intend to bargain, so if Zhuxi had not come, the landlord would probably have received a large amount of objective rent.
Zhuxi looked at the money bag in Chen Qingshan's hand and was stunned for a moment.
"It seems that you Shanheguan people are quite wealthy. You are planning to pay for such an act of plundering someone without blinking an eye."
Zhuxi said very sadly.
Even if he is the leader of Shanyue City's Heavenly Prison, his monthly salary is only ten taels of silver.
Naturally, he cannot be as generous as Chen Qingshan.
Chen Qingshan threw the money bag in his hand to Zhuxi and said calmly: "In the cold winter months, we always have to find a place to celebrate the New Year. Of course, we people from the Hezong don't really live in the river."
After all, if this logic is followed, then people from Qingtian Dao probably have to live in the sky in order to meet the expectations of the world.
Zhuxi looked at the bag of money in his arms and said, "What does this mean?"
Chen Qingshan turned around and pushed open the courtyard door and walked towards the small courtyard.
"You scare people away, so of course you have to give them money. The people of Shanheguan always have a good reputation."
Maybe it just has a bad reputation.
Zhuxi didn't say anything. He opened the money bag and took out more than half of it. He walked to the door of the courtyard, shook the remaining money in the money bag, looked at Chen Qingshan and said, "Actually, only a small half is enough." .”
Chen Qingshan stepped on the snow in the yard, stopped, looked back at the two pieces of money in Zhu Xi's hand, smiled softly, and said, "If you feel it's a pity, you can keep the rest of the money for yourself."
Zhuxi raised his eyebrows, then stuffed the money back into his purse and said, "Heavenly Prison has a bad reputation, but it is still better than your mountain and river view."
Zhuxi stuffed the money bag into his arms, then leaned against the door and quietly looked at Chen Qingshan who was walking in the snow in the courtyard.
"What are you looking for?"
Chen Qingshan said without raising his head: "This yard looks like no one has lived in it for a long time. It needs to be cleaned."
"The broom is in the left corner." Zhuxi said, but looked at Chen Qingshan in surprise. "Are you short-sighted?"
Chen Qingshan said calmly: "It's just a little bit."
Zhuxi said very curiously: "How did you come here?"
Chen Qingshan walked to the corner Zhu Xi mentioned, picked up the broom, tilted his head, thought for a while, and said, "It doesn't come from somewhere, it's innate."
Zhuxi raised his eyebrows and said, "I probably know why you went up the mountain to practice Taoism in the first place."
Chen Qingshan smiled, walked through the snow curtain with a broom, swept some dust at the door of the room, and said, "Yes."
There was a slight sound of falling snow in the yard, and the sound of sweeping the floor.
Zhuxi looked quietly at the young man in the yard who had bad eyesight.
"When I first started going up the mountain, Master told me that you should leave some Taoist characters in your eyes so that you can see more clearly. I originally wanted to leave the word Qingshan, but Master asked me to leave mountains and rivers."
Chen Qingshan swept the floor and said softly.
"He said that it is not enough to just look at the green mountains, you have to look further. But I didn't think at the time that what Master said about looking at mountains and rivers is different from what I thought about looking at mountains and rivers. What he said about mountains and rivers is more important. It’s far and vast.”
"Later I realized that he was not talking about mountains and rivers."
"It's the human world."
As Chen Qingshan spoke, he stopped holding the broom, raised his head and squinted at the snow outside the eaves.
Naturally, squinting your eyes is not to intimidate, but to focus your eyes and see further.
"The world has never heard that Chen Qingshan is a short-sighted person."
Zhuxi stood at the entrance of the courtyard and said.
"Because they heard that the Chen Qingshan who came here is the Chen Qingshan of the spiritual world. A Taoist cultivator will naturally not be short-sighted. The vitality of heaven and earth falls in his eyes, and he can see as far as he wants."
Chen Qingshan said calmly: "My initial thoughts were just like this."
Of course, people change.
"Then why are you short-sighted again today?"
"Because it's almost the Chinese New Year." Chen Qingshan smiled, lowered his head, and continued sweeping the floor. "Even if you are considered a villain by the world, you should give yourself a short vacation to rest."
Zhuxi was silent for a while and said, "I thought you were waiting to cross the mountain."
"Crossing the mountain? Of course you can cross the mountain whenever you want. It seems that when I talked to Chen Huaifeng that day, you didn't go far."
Of course Zhuxi didn't go far.
Although he was shocked by Chen Qingshan's words and felt very embarrassed, after all, it was embarrassing, as long as no one saw it.
"Why don't you go back to your mountain and river to celebrate the new year? Why stay in Shanyue City to celebrate the new year?"
Chen Qingshan raised his head, smiled softly, and said: "Because I am worried that some old people will be homeless and have no one to accompany them to celebrate the New Year, so I rent a house here and wait."
Zhuxi looked at Chen Qingshan quietly, but said nothing to these words.
The yard became quiet again. Chen Qingshan swept the floor for a while. He was probably a little lazy, so he put the broom aside and sat down on the steps under the eaves.
"You haven't swept there yet." Zhuxi looked at Chen Qingshan and said.
"I know." Chen Qingshan faced the slowly falling snow in a courtyard, "I am clean, not stained with mud, hot and sincere, I can be called a little saint in the world."
Zhuxi was speechless looking at this young man who probably really liked to praise himself.
"You left Shanyue City a few days ago. I thought you were going back to the north."
Chen Qingshan said softly: "The north is not good. There is a senior brother in the north watching Xuemei. If I am not in the temple but wandering outside, I may be killed by him there, so it is better to stay away."
"Then where did you go?"
Chen Qingshan tilted his head and thought for a while, then said: "Liuyun Mountain Range spent a lot of money to hire a killer."
"Kill who?"
Chen Qingshan raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhu Xi and said, "Do you suspect that I will do something evil to you? If I want to kill you, why bother?"
Zhuxi said softly: "Who knows? After all, everyone can see that the sword wound in your heart has not healed yet."
"Hahaha." Chen Qingshan probably found it very interesting. He sat there and squinted at Zhuxi and said, "Dear little Taoist, why do you always like to overestimate yourself?"
Zhuxi is certainly not a Taoist.
A Taoist monk who is in his forties and is in the ninth realm of the minor Tao is definitely not a minor Taoist.
But listening to Chen Qingshan's words in the snowy laughter, Zhu Xi felt a little unable to refute.
"Anyway, this is nothing to do with you." Chen Qingshan stopped smiling and looked at Zhuxi and said, "You don't need to keep staring at me, and I won't treat you to hot pot."
Zhuxi was silent for a while, without saying anything. He turned around, held the bag of money, and walked out despite the wind and snow.
The path downhill in the alley looked like going down a mountain. The wind and snow were blowing slowly, but there was a person shivering under the tree on the roadside, looking around.
Seeing Zhu Xi walking out of the alley in a black robe, he turned around and wanted to leave.
"stop."
Zhuxi said in a calm voice.
The man stood there obediently, standing in the snow with his sleeves rolled up and his eyebrows bent, looking at Zhuxi with a flattering smile.
"Is there anything else, sir?"
Zhuxi walked down the slope and stopped in front of the man. Then he took out the money bag from his arms, loosened the belt, reached out and grabbed most of the money from inside, and then threw the money bag to the man.
Waiting downhill outside the alley was naturally the owner of that yard.
Although they were scared away by the two of them, they probably still had some hope. Although they no longer had any idea about receiving the rent, they still wanted to see if the Taoist from Shanhe Temple would stay or leave. If he left, Then he could continue to look for tenants, so he hid here cautiously and watched.
At this time, watching Zhuxi take out the bulging money bag, the man was a little happy. Although he saw Zhuxi taking out most of the money, he didn't care. After all, it was better than nothing, so he smiled. He took the money bag.
"Thank you, sir. You can take the rest."
Zhuxi said calmly: "What do I need your money for?"
The man was stunned for a moment, looked at the money in Zhu Xi's hand, and said hesitantly: "Then this is?"
Zhuxi also threw the money in his hand into the man's arms, and then passed by him. The man quickly picked up the hem of his clothes and followed in a panic. Then he heard Zhuxi say lightly: "Go to Chengjusi by yourself." Pay the fine to the City Trade Department.”
The man still wanted to struggle, but before he could turn around and chase the Lord from Heavenly Prison, he heard a chuckle coming from the alley behind him.
Looking back, he saw the Taoist priest from Shanhe Temple leaning on the alley with his arms folded, looking at this side with a smile.
Probably found it very interesting.
The man smiled nervously and was about to return the money.
The Taoist just waved his hand and walked back to the alley.
Kamigawa's laws have always been strict.
So he is probably going to be on the public notice list in front of the government office.
There seemed to be some subtle, distant bells in the wind and snow.
The man sighed and squatted down to pick up some scattered coins in the snow.
Not long after I picked it, I heard a crunching sound.
The man raised his head and saw that the Taoist from Shanhe Temple was leaving and coming back, and stopped in front of him.
"May I have your name?"
The man held the money in his hand flatteringly and said with a smile: "Zhang San, a real person. The younger one's name is Zhang San."
"Zhang San..." Chen Qingshan smiled softly and said, "There are not many people named Zhang San."
Although everyone in the world knows the name Zhang San, there are probably not many people named Zhang San.
"Also, you don't need to call me Zhenren. Although there may be other Taoists who like to be called Zhenren, I don't like it."
After listening to Chen Qingshan's words, Zhang San thought about it with some fear and said, "Then what should my name be?"
Chen Qingshan took out another money bag from his sleeve and threw it into the arms of Zhang San who was squatting on the ground picking up the money. He chuckled and said, "Call me a god."
Zhang San hesitated when he heard this title.
Although many years ago, people in the world did call those who practice Taoism gods.
But nowadays, there are very few such titles in the world.
Because His Majesty probably doesn't like people thinking about becoming immortals.
"You call me Immortal, and the people in Heavenly Prison won't dare to think anything of it." Chen Qingshan said with a smile, "Just call me Chen Immortal in a big way, and your Lord Zhuxi won't say a word."
Zhang San looked up at the young Taoist, hesitated for a long time, and said, "Okay, Chen Shenxian."
"Help me buy some things." Chen Qingshan continued.
Zhang San looked at the other money bag in his arms and understood why the Taoist had left and returned.
"What does the fairy want to buy?"
Chen Qingshan thought for a while and said: "Of course it is something that makes people happy like gods, such as wine, delicious food, and some groceries, such as small chairs, small hot pots and the like."
Zhang San nodded hurriedly and stopped picking up a few coins on the ground. He held the money bag and walked down the long street in the snow.
Chen Qingshan watched Zhang Sanyuan with a smile, wondering if he would get some kickbacks.
In short, the name Zhang San makes people think that he is an outlaw.
Chen Qingshan laughed for a long time, then suddenly turned around, his robes flying in the snow, Taoist charm spreading all over his body, pointing towards the alley.
The bells in the alley rang loudly, and someone cut through the wind and snow with a sword, and also blocked the sudden mountain and river.
"Actually, I don't think gods sound good. It's better to call them immortals. Maybe it's better."
The black-robed swordsman who appeared in the alley at an unknown time calmly returned the sword to its sheath, then caught the umbrella he had just let go of, stood under the tree, looked at Chen Qingshan at the entrance of the alley and said.
Chen Qingshan withdrew Dao Yun, lowered his hands, and looked at the man under the locust tree quietly.
Maybe there is indeed a ghost next to the tree.
"Immortals are born in this world, while gods are in the world and can be worshiped and respected." Chen Qingshan said calmly, "So I am a god."
The black-robed swordsman was stunned for a moment and said, "Where do you mean this?"
"I said."
The alley was speechless for a long time.
"People who watch mountains and rivers are probably geniuses."
"Of course." Chen Qingshan said, his eyes fell on the sword in the sword cultivator's hand, and then he said softly, "Luoye Hanzhong, Liuyun Sword Sect Ye Hanzhong."
The black-robed swordsman gently stroked the sword grid under the hilt with his left hand. A slight bell rang in the alley, and he said calmly: "Yes."
Chen Qingshan quietly looked at Liuyun Jianxiu standing under the tree with an umbrella and a sword for a long time, and then said calmly: "What are you doing here?"
Ye Hanzhong said calmly: "A few days ago, you went to the Sword Sect and asked my junior brother Han Chan to kill someone."
"Yes."
"I don't think it's appropriate."
Chen Qingshan looked at him with squinted eyes and said, "Why is it inappropriate?"
Ye Hanzhong said softly: "My price is more fair than his, so it's inappropriate."
Chen Qingshan said calmly: "Back in Daze, you killed Liu Sanyue."
Ye Hanzhong was not curious about how Chen Qingshan knew about those things in Daze. He just said slowly: "Yes, it's a pity that he was rescued."
"That's why I'm looking for Han Chan, not you." Chen Qingshan said calmly: "We from Hezong will not kill Liu Sanyue, but you will, so we are not from the same group. Since we are not from the same group, no matter how fair the price is, , I won’t look for you Ye Hanzhong either.”
Ye Hanzhong said softly: "That is indeed a pity. But I am very curious as to why you have been standing at the entrance of the alley."
Chen Qingshan sneered and said: "Because he is probably too close to the people of Liuyun Sword Sect, so there is no need to discuss whether the price is fair."
Therefore, Chen Qingshan would talk to Chen Huaifeng in close proximity, but he was always separated from Ye Hanzhong by an entire alley.
Ye Hanzhong gently stroked the long sword in his hand, sighed and said, "This is even more of a pity, but what if I stand under the tree and never leave?"
Chen Qingshan raised his hand, surrounded by the wind, and said calmly: "Then we probably have to go into the mountains and rivers to talk about other things."
Ye Hanzhong stood under the tree for a long time, and then said softly: "Forget it, you, Chen Qingshan, are too difficult to kill, but I am curious about how you knew I was coming."
Chen Qingshan said calmly: "It was probably when the wind and snow blew over your sword and a burst of bells rang in the world."
Ye Hanzhong looked down at his sword, and then said softly: "I will pay attention next time."
Ye Hanzhong walked out from under the tree holding an umbrella and headed towards the other end of the alley.
"There's no use paying attention next time."
Chen Qingshan stood in the alley, watching Ye Hanzhong's back leaving in the snow, and said calmly: "Because next time, my injury will be healed."
"So if there is a next time, then we can only pay more attention in the next life."
Ye Hanzhong walked quietly in the snow, smiled softly, and said, "What should you pay attention to?"
Chen Qingshan said slowly: "Be careful not to meet someone named Chen Qingshan."
The streets are full of wind and snow.
Ye Hanzhong walked for a long time and said calmly: "Let's talk about the next life in the next life."
It wasn't until the sword cultivator from Liuyun Sword Sect left the alley that Chen Qingshan walked towards the small courtyard again.
Pushing open the courtyard door that was covered by the wind and snow.
Chen Qingshan squinted his eyes and said softly: "It seems that this snowstorm is indeed not that calm."
Someone in the courtyard coughed softly and said, "Yes, senior brother."
