Hear the words.
Feng Bei frowned and looked at Zheng Shan.
She knows the details of Zheng Shan.
There is no way he is Zheng Xiu.
But Zheng Shan, an expert in art, was so bold that he decided to pretend to be Zheng Xiu, the richest man in the world.
Si Youqing's words were obviously filled with doubts.
We haven’t seen each other for a few years. What should Zheng Xiu eat to grow into what Zheng Shan is now?
Zheng Xiu took a few steps closer with a smile: "Uncle Qing, I haven't seen you in a few years, but you are becoming more and more interesting."
"Hold on! My dear nephew, tell me what you ate first!"
"Uh... I often eat some sea cucumber and deer antler, pink lotus root and lotus seeds, chrysanthemum and fungus."
Si Youqing was stunned, but silently wrote it down. Seeing Meng Nan approaching, he was frightened and took a few steps back. He raised his head stiffly and looked up at Meng Nan's face. His doubts deepened: "Are you really Zheng Xian's nephew?"
He didn't believe it.
That's outrageous.
Although the faces of the two are similar, their facial features are almost identical.
But in terms of temperament and physique, it is still too outrageous.
Zheng Xiu made a serious face and lowered his voice: "Uncle Qing, my nephew is not happy if you say that. My nephew still remembers that in those days, Uncle Qing was always strong, using the sky as a quilt and a horse as a seat, riding mandarin ducks and riding horses upside down. Phoenix, horse hooves kicking, mandarin ducks snapping..."
Si Youqing had a lot of fun when he was young.
Zheng Xiu accidentally learned that Si Youqing was in love with "Ma Zhen".
Si Youqing has a good foundation in skills, so he likes to challenge difficult challenges. Somehow I got hooked on riding a horse with a scroll and soaring on the horse.
The faster the horse runs, the higher he and his partner fly.
Not just one flight.
Later, Zheng Xiu mentioned this matter as a joke to Si Youqing, who couldn't help but became angry. So Zheng Xiu vowed never to spread the news.
"Xiao Xiu is here?"
At this time, a lady who was over forty years old, slightly stout, and luxuriously dressed walked out from behind the screen. This was Si Youqing's first wife.
"Ahem, cough, cough! Don't say too much, good nephew! We haven't seen each other for several years, and Uncle Qing misses him so much! Everything can be said without saying anything!"
With a snap, Si Youqing held Meng Nan's hands tightly, with tears in his eyes, and held them tightly.
Feng Bei was stunned, his mouth slightly opened and he forgot to close it.
She vaguely heard something riding on a horse and its hooves.
After talking about riding horses and horse hoofs, the two recognized each other with tears.
This...what's going on.
The aroma of tea overflowed in the hall, and Si Youqing brewed the precious tea.
After chatting about common things, Zheng Xiu quickly expressed his intention and got to the point.
"Are you looking for someone called 'Flower Monk'?"
When Si Youqing heard this, his face straightened, and then he turned his gaze to Feng Bei, who was silent at the side.
"My dear nephew, I just wanted to ask, why are you walking with...Ye Weiyang now?"
When entering, Si Youqing noticed Feng Bei's uniform.
Black clothes, cloud sleeves, and moon patterns, this is not only Ye Weiyang, but also one of the twelve months with extremely noble status in Ye Weiyang.
Feng Bei then introduced himself, cupped his fists and said: "Ye Weiyang, three strings on the string, Feng Bei, I have met Uncle Qing."
"Fengbei! That Fengbei?!"
When Si Youqing heard this, his face turned pale with shock. He stood up suddenly, straightened his waist with a snap, and stood there stunned for a long time. Then he sat down again little by little and asked again in an extremely solemn tone: "That... ...Fengbei?"
Si Youqing's startled reaction was not surprising in Feng Bei's eyes.
Most people who have heard her name in recent years have the same reaction.
She is so famous in the circle.
Feng Bei said calmly: "Yes."
"What on earth is this...?"
Si Youqing looked at Zheng Xiu in surprise and uncertainty.
Zheng Xiu smiled and said: "Don't be nervous, Uncle Qing. Fengbei has a close relationship with the Zheng family now. But the entanglement is difficult to explain in a few words. I also ask Uncle Qing to mobilize all his connections in Shuzhou and find a person named People who are flower monks." After thinking for a moment, Zheng Xiu added:
"Also, a painting."
Zheng, the richest man, must be given some face.
Si Youqing readily agreed.
Isn't it just a matter of finding someone?
In Shuzhou, Si Youqing really didn't believe that nothing could be done without the Zheng family.
That night, Si Youqing and his wife warmly entertained them to stay and have a meal.
At the dinner table, the atmosphere was lively.
At first, Si Youqing and his wife were a little embarrassed because of Feng Bei.
Perhaps it was because Fengbei had a reputation for being evil.
But as they ate, they discovered that this girl was actually very restrained and not as ferocious as the legend said.
Fengbei puts vegetables into Zheng Shan's bowl from time to time.
After clamping, he lowered his head and each picked out his own piece.
Si Youqing and his wife looked at each other and saw uncontrollable shock in their eyes.
Si Youqing gave the man a thumbs up in his heart.
He deserves to be the richest man Zheng, the richest man Zheng.
He actually won such a difficult girl!
This feat seemed to surpass his Ma Zhen's skill back then.
After getting drunk, Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei stayed at Si's house.
This stay lasts only a few days.
Si Youqing originally thought that he would be able to find a Hua monk with the help of Zheng's Chamber of Commerce's contacts in Shuzhou, but it was easy to catch him.
But after checking it out in the past few days, he realized that things were not as simple as he thought.
There are many ascetics in Shuzhou, and most of them have their names in a certain temple.
A particular sadhu can be found simply by looking at the roster.
But after a few days, Si Youqing asked people to check the rosters of every temple in Shuzhou, but there was no ascetic named "Hua Monk".
While waiting for news.
Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei were not idle either.
Zheng Xiu found an excuse to return to the imperial city. Both ends develop and go hand in hand.
Time management, he ranks second, who dares to claim the title.
Encouraged by huge rewards, the great writer Ximen Bei actually published three works in a short period of time.
They are "The Love of a Rich Family", "Borrowing the Wind for a Night", and "Evening Wind on the River".
Zheng Xiuquan bought it and prepared to copy it.
This time he decided to let the villain do it in a different way.
Zheng Xiu felt that he did not pay enough attention when copying in the past and did not deeply understand the joys, sorrows and entanglements of the characters in the book.
So, he decided to add his own annotations while copying the book.
Obviously, Ximen Bei's masterpiece will have a huge spiritual impact on readers with normal energy and energy.
But in order to get a glimpse of the door, Zheng Xiu also risked his life.
Men should be tougher on themselves.
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Learn more about Mengnan painter.
It took several days, day and night, to transport a century-old boxwood from the old forests in the Northeast, and it finally arrived and stood in Zheng Xiu's study.
The boxwood embryo is about seven feet high and half as thick as a person's arms. When placed in the study, it looks like a pillar, which is particularly eye-catching.
After Zheng Xiu ordered no one to pry into his study, the aggressive man Zheng Shan appeared in the study, holding a carving knife and standing in front of the boxwood embryo. Zheng Xiu closed his eyes and remained motionless, standing for several cups of tea. It took time for the first blow to be struck.
It takes a lot of time to wither this boxwood embryo.
But Zheng Xiu was not in a hurry.
He decided to take his time.
He had a vague feeling that when he actually completed this "work", he would take an extraordinary step in his path as a painter.
…
In the imperial city.
Recently, a piece of strange folklore has been quietly circulating among the people.
There are all kinds of weird stories and strange sayings.
Some people say that there are two soul-destroying envoys who appear at night, specializing in detaining evil people, dragging them into endless purgatory, and whipping and punishing them so that they will never be reincarnated.
Some people also say that this endless purgatory is in the abyss underground of the imperial city, with blazing fire of karma burning inside and millions of resentful souls wandering around.
Some people also say that there is a "guardian" in this endless purgatory, who is as tall as a mountain, has three heads and six arms, each head has nine blood-red eyes, and has a mouth as big as the sun and the moon, with a circle of sharp teeth in the mouth. Same grinding wheel.
With just one opening of his mouth, the watchman can swallow mountains, rivers, sun and moon, making the sky and earth pitch dark, causing mountains to collapse and rivers to be blocked.
Some people carefully say that in the depths of the Infinite Purgatory, a very vicious "big devil" is imprisoned. The prison where the "big devil" is imprisoned is half soaked in volcanic lava and half bathed in thousands of glaciers. It can be called both ice and fire. Chongtian.
Some people sneer at these strange statements. After all, the legends circulated every year are different. Some couples use these brand-new legends to educate their children, telling them not to be disobedient, don't wander around at night, don't steal things, don't be greedy, and don't disobey your parents, otherwise you will be arrested and sent to the endless purgatory, where your tongues will be pulled out and your buttocks will be burned. The Lat.
Among the six doors.
As the number one hunter, Guo Zifei naturally sneered at these strange folk tales.
The people are ignorant, and their lies and strange powers confuse the gods.
He didn't believe it.
In this bright and clear sky, how can there be so many monsters and monsters?
If there were, it would just be thaumaturges causing trouble.
Guo Zifei is the number one catcher in the majestic city.
At the same time, as a newcomer who just got his start, he should have been loyal to his position and become bigger and stronger.
In this way, the performance has improved, the salary has increased, there is hope for promotion and salary increase, and the door can be deepened. Finally, I joined Ye Weiyang, became a star in the blink of an eye, and climbed to December in the blink of an eye, step by step to reach the pinnacle of life. , married the shy daughter of a wealthy family and became a big winner.
But what made him extremely depressed was that this strange folk tale spread among the people had inexplicably made the security in the city several times better.
No one cares about Zheng's beating of her husband.
Neighbors are wary.
Street gangsters treat people with courtesy.
No one is causing trouble, so where is the right and wrong? Without right and wrong, where would the truth come from? Without the eucalyptus, how could he penetrate the door?
Trapped in an infinite loop.
He was even hesitating whether to visit the Zheng family, give some gifts, ask Mr. Zheng to give some performance, and let Zheng's husbands do the work.
As the saying goes, you only learn to cherish after you lose it. The security of the imperial city has only been improved for a few days, and Guo Zifei has already begun to miss the busy and trivial days of the past.
The little eucalyptus is also a eucalyptus!
He went to the Western Market and took out a few valuable antiques. Guo Zifei packed them up and was about to go out. A suspicious-looking figure staggered through six doors.
"Boss, boss, someone has reported the news!"
Guo Zifei became more energetic, put down the gift box in his hand, and said quickly: "What?"
"It's a guy from Swamp State. He said he had something to report."
Guo Zifei soon met the "reporter".
It was Fourth Master Rong who reported the news.
When Guo Zifei saw the person, his heart skipped a beat. I saw that the person who came was slovenly, with sunken eye sockets and wandering eyes. He didn't look like a normal person.
"Don't catch me, don't catch me...I know my mistake...I know my mistake..."
He was curled up in a corner of the hall, holding his knees with both hands, looking left and right. When he heard footsteps, he raised his head suddenly, his eyes full of panic.
"Do you want to file a lawsuit?"
Guo Zifei frowned and stepped forward to ask.
"Yes, sir, I want to retaliate, I want to retaliate! I killed someone! I killed someone! Catch me quickly! Catch me!"
Rong Si's face was filled with snot and tears. As soon as he saw Guo Zifei, he pounced on Guo Zifei.
Guo Zifei dodged easily, but the other party's expression and actions were full of weirdness.
"Did you kill someone?"
"Yes... Hehe... Wuwuwu... Hehehe... I killed someone, a family of four. I killed them and set them all on fire!" Rong Si cried and laughed, crazily committing his crime. The news came out.
"You killed someone? Are you going to take revenge yourself?" Guo Zifei stared, wondering if there are still people in the world who are so self-conscious? But at a glance, he knew from the look on the other side that he was talking nonsense. He was obviously a lunatic who came to the Yamen to cause trouble. He had seen many such people in his long career as a police officer. How could such a vicious person have the conscience to discover and commit suicide? Fall into a trap?
This is impossible.
So Guo Zifei looked at the other party with keen eyes, and he had a suspicion in his mind, and asked: "Do you have any evidence?"
"Hehehehe, I am the evidence, wuwuwu, catch me quickly, ah, I dare not, don't, don't burn me, don't cook me, wuwu, I am ground into powder, ah, don't cut me, ah , Sir, I don’t dare anymore!”
Eiji's tone became more and more incoherent, and his head moved more and more violently.
"Among the six doors, how can there be room for a lunatic like you to run wild! You dare to spit on someone without proof or certificate!" Guo Zifei felt something was wrong as soon as he said the words, and closed his mouth tightly. The person who was spitting blood on him was himself. He was momentarily confused. He couldn't think of anything to say, so he waved his hand impatiently: "You go back and forth wherever you go, you are filial to the Yamen, you ignore the law, I will really arrest you!"
"Catch me! Catch me!"
Eisi raised his hand on his own initiative.
Guo Zifei didn't want to arrest people casually. He has his rules.
There is a price to pay for arresting the wrong person.
Several actors who were watching the show with their hands folded looked at the joke happily. It wasn't until Guo Zifei winked that they straightened their scabbards and prepared to drive the lunatic out.
Unexpectedly, Rong Si suddenly ran away, his figure flashed, climbed up the ceiling along the door beam, and hung upside down on the beam like a spider, making strange sounds of crying and laughing.
Guo Zifei was stunned.
This crazy guy is actually a thaumaturge!
…
Zun'an for thirty-three years.
January 20th.
Shuzhou.
The day was overcast. At first, thin clouds covered Eupzhong County, and a light snow fell. But as the snow fell, it turned into rain. The rain was mixed with hail, and it fell on the roofs of every house.
Wow!
In the blink of an eye, there were still many people walking on the street holding paper umbrellas. Because the paper umbrellas were smashed, they hid under the eaves in panic. Soon they went back to their homes. There were only three or two figures left on the streets in the city, and from time to time in the rain The frightened dog.
"Drive! Drive! Drive! Oh—"
Two horses came from the west and entered the county of Yi Zhong.
The horse stopped at the inn. Dou Xie and Yue Yan, who were wearing coir raincoats, got off their horses and shook off their coir raincoats to shake off the wind and frost on the road.
"Go find Master Shangxian!"
The raven took to the sky and led the way for the two of them.
Shortly after.
The raven was hovering over the wall of Si's house, refusing to enter.
Don't want to fly? Just refuse to fly.
Just when she was wondering why the three masters of Shangxian would stay here, Yueyan could only tell her where she was.
When the doorman heard that the visitor was Ye Weiyang, he invited them in without saying a word and took them all the way to the courtyard.
The small lake in the courtyard ripples in circles in the rain, and there is a pavilion at the end of the promenade on the shore.
Under the elegant pavilion, a handsome man and a girl in black were chatting eloquently in front of the flowers, under the rain, in the wind and snow.
There is a small round stone table between the two of them. The small stone table is covered with rice paper. There are several tables on the side with all the inkstones and pens on them.
Meng Nan wrote, talking and drawing at the same time.
"Last time I mentioned that Li Xiaoyao missed his life when he saw Xiao Longnu."
"Little Dragon Girl has lived alone in the mountains since she was a child. She was lonely. One day while practicing boxing under a waterfall, her clothes were soaked and looming. Li Xiaoyao accidentally broke into the Valley of the Wicked and bumped into Xiao Longnu who was practicing boxing. He saw Xiao Longnu cut across the waterfall with a punch and knocked him out. Li Xiaoyao, who was peeping secretly, broke into a cold sweat."
"Looking back, Xiao Longnu was also in love. She didn't know why she was like this. She only knew that the boy's honest face made her whole body feel warm."
"When Li Xiaoyao saw the opponent's menacing approach, he immediately pulled out his sword and yelled, 'The monster appears quickly!'"
As he spoke, the man was seen drawing furiously on the rice paper on the stone table. With a few simple strokes, he sketched out a sketch of "the dragon girl cuts off the waterfall with her wet clothes, and the young man draws out his big sword in anger".
[The experience of painting is worth a little improvement. 】
Zheng Xiu nodded with satisfaction.
When Yue Yan and Dou Xie approached, they happened to see Feng Bei treat Zheng Xiu's still-undried painting with great care, blowing a few puffs of hot air on it to dry it, folding it into a square shape, and putting it into his arms close to his body.
The two were stunned.
Zheng Xiu put down his brush and turned back with a smile: "You are finally here."
Yue Yan ignored him, but pointed at the two of them with trembling fingers, winking at them with a look of suspicion on her face.
"What...are you doing?"
She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she always felt that the atmosphere between the two of them just now was...
Something is wrong.
