The purple-robed Taoist Zhang Jiutian and the orchid-clad female crown leading the horse walked side by side. It was thought that such a Taoist monk, who had not seen such a refined and refined Taoist for a long time, came to Lixia City. Pedestrians on the roadside stopped to watch. The two of them didn't pay attention to what others were pointing at. Zhang Jiutian had long been a great virtuous person who had cut off all the troubles in the world of mortals. Nv Guan Lan was following Zhang Jiutian and she was also focused on him. How could she care about external matters?
Zhang Jiutian still saw the blessed passerby and said "Infinite Heavenly Lord" before asking where he was going. He thought that the arrival of the orchid-clad woman had brought him great blessings, so he thought someone told him the location of the Yang Mansion he was inquiring about. Zhang Jiutian shook his fly whisk, bowed slightly and said "Infinite Heavenly Lord" again, and led the woman in blue clothes along the path pointed by the man.
Known as the richest man in Lixia City, Yang Mangguan would naturally choose the best land in Lixia City to build his mansion. The best feng shui in Lixia City is definitely where the government is located. The second best location is just opposite. It is said that this is the land line that Yang Canguan asked an expert fortune teller to deduce to prosper the Yang family. Therefore, Yang Canguan spent a lot of money to buy it and then spent a lot of money to build the Yang family mansion, which is now considered the most luxurious in Lixia City. .
Zhang Jiutian and Lan Yi Nüguan were standing in front of the Yang family mansion, which was grand enough to overwhelm the official mansion opposite. They asked the servants in a soft voice to inform them.
The servants of the Yang family are used to having their eyes set above their heads. In the past, they would have dismissed these two people as wandering Taoist priests who came to swindle money. Now the uncle in the mansion is a disciple of Wudang. In recent years, everyone in Yang Mansion has treated these Taoist priests with great courtesy. In addition, they asked for their uncle Han Kunpeng by name. The servant agreed and trotted away. Go report.
Hearing that Zhang Jiutian and an unknown female crown had arrived, Han Kunpeng, who was sitting in the lobby chatting with his father-in-law over a cup of tea, stood up and ran out. Before leaving the lobby, he told him that he would be locked in the backyard for the past two days. Han Youyu was released.
In Yang Canguan's opinion, his uncle was calm and steady in everything he did. This was the first time he had seen Han Kunpeng in such a hurry.
Yang Canguan, who didn't care about the temple affairs and devoted himself to business, just heard that the name sounded familiar. He thought about the scene of ten breaths from the hall of the mansion to the gate, and then he vaguely remembered the previous events in his more than 40 years of contacts. In Nian, I heard that my father-in-law once mentioned that he had an uncle with a prominent status in the court, so that was his name.
At this thought, Yang Mangguan was also confused. Let's not talk about this person's status in Wudang. His status in the court alone was enough to support him. At that moment, he ordered Yang Fu, who was accompanying him, to quickly arrange and prepare tea and fruit snacks. He also tidied up his appearance and felt that he had to keep his identity as the richest man in Lixia City under control before leaving the house.
At this time, Han Kunpeng had bowed and respectfully led Zhang Jiutian back. Seeing a Taoist priest and a female crown, Yang Changuan, he suddenly remembered that his father-in-law had mentioned the Taoist cultivation method to him in a joke. He is a pair of dual cultivators, the male Daoist Zhang Jiutian and the female Daoist Zhang Jiuqing. Looking at the appearance of the two people in front of them, it seems that they are indeed dual cultivators.
Han Kunpeng kept calling "Master-uncle" one after another. In Wudang, where hierarchy is strict and respects seniority, it is necessary. He introduced his father-in-law to his master-uncle. Yang Manguan also generously raised his hands and clasped his fists and called "Master". Seeing the gift, he really didn't lose his rich man style.
The four of them returned to the hall. Although Yang Chenguan was a junior, he was also the master. Guests and hosts took their seats. Han Kunpeng stood at the bottom with his hands lowered respectfully. He really lost the dignity of his new son-in-law.
At this time, Han Youyu slowly walked from the backyard, swaying three times as if he was awake. When he saw the two people sitting in the hall, he immediately became energetic. He took a few steps and "plopped" before kneeling in front of the Wudang couple. Standing in front of the distinguished couple, tears came from his eyes and he cried: "Uncle Master, you have to make the decision for me." The voice was so shocking that it really startled Yang Manguan. Looking at Han Youyu's appearance, he has completely changed from the bossy look he had when he first came to Lixia City a few days ago.
To be honest, Zhang Jiuqing was a playboy who was against what his senior brother called "the luck of the Wudang outer sect". If the senior brother had not seen that the two of them had nothing to do in the mountains, he would not have received Han Kunpeng's secret letter as soon as possible. They were forced to go down the mountain to see the situation.
I only heard from my senior brother that Han Kunpeng, the third generation disciple of the outer sect, had seen a long-lost person in Lixia City, Jiangnan Province. It was not convenient to tell his name, so he asked them to come and confirm the authenticity.
It was just the expression on her senior brother's face when he mentioned this person that made her mistakenly think that the ancestor had descended to earth.
Zhang Jiuqing had just followed Zhang Jiutian in the capital to attend the Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony two years ago. It was rare that he had some free time. He didn't want to go down the mountain and get involved in too many worldly affairs. However, Zhang Jiutian had a gentle temperament, so he could do whatever his senior brother arranged. We can only go down the mountain.
"Get up and speak, how can you behave in front of outsiders! Get out of here if you keep yelling like this!" Don't look at Zhang Jiuqing in front of Zhang Jiutian, who seems to be a virtuous woman about to get married. Facing these disciples and grandchildren, Zhang Jiuqing can be regarded as a Be strict with the elders, otherwise the title of "Mother Big Insect" privately given to her by the junior disciples in the mountain would be in vain?
Han Youyu was fearless, relying on the doting of his master, Zhang Jiuding, but the great uncle in front of him was an incompetent character, not to mention that he was just a verbal "luck of the outer sect", even if he was I am afraid that the next generation of leaders will not be able to get any good looks from her. Then he stopped talking and stood up, with a look of resentment on his face.
Zhang Jiutian was also happy not to be that white-faced person, and said with a gentle smile: "Youyu is being spoiled in my sect, so don't worry, Donor Yang."
Of course Yang Mangguan didn't care, but he hoped that the two Wudang Taoist priests in front of him would hurry up and get rid of the troublemaker. It stands to reason that three or four days have passed since the second day of the first lunar month. Yang Mangguan still doesn't understand why Han Kunpeng hasn't left. It's not that he can't support his mouth. After all, he is so close to this son-in-law with a very powerful background. It's good to be close, but the most important thing for Yang Mangguan is to bother Han Youyu more.
He was kicked unconscious. Within two days, he was thinking of going out to find women again, and even beat up a beggar who didn't know where he came from at the door. With such a troublemaker, there is no way he can live in peace.
Yang Canguan heard from the servants in the mansion that he was an unknown rogue who wanted to assassinate Han Youyu, but Yang Canguan felt that he probably didn't know who disturbed the young man's fun of finding a woman, so he was killed by this arrogant and unreasonable playboy. Beaten.
When Yang Canguan thought about it, this little brat had only been in Lixia City for a few days. Apart from being taught a lesson when he went out the day before, and the romantic trouble he caused was dismissed, how could he have formed any friendships when he stayed at home all the time? Enemies come to plot.
It's ridiculous that Yang Changguan is not in the rivers and lakes. How could he know that even a particle of dust entering the rivers and lakes can create ripples?
Zhang Jiutian then looked at Han Kunpeng, who was standing with his hands down, and asked: "Kunpeng, I heard from the head brother that who did you meet in Lixia City?"
Han Kunpeng first bowed in a respectful manner, then looked at his father-in-law, so he said, "I hope my father-in-law will avoid it a little."
Yang Canguan also wanted to join in with these so-called reckless martial arts people, so he immediately got up and left the backyard.
Han Kunpeng waited for his father-in-law Yang Tangguan to take a few breaths, then turned to Zhang Jiutian, bowed and said: "Returning to my uncle, my disciple seemed to have seen him a few days ago..." He paused for a moment, then this It wasn't that Han Kunpeng was trying to show off, but he took a few steps forward and continued in a low voice, "Sisters and sisters from the Ye family."
Zhang Jiutian, who was originally a little ridiculous at Han Kunpeng's cautious appearance, was stunned. Even Han Youyu, who was eavesdropping next to him, looked incredulous.
Han Youyu only thought that his brother was afraid that he would cause trouble and prepared an excuse for him to scare him. But when he heard his brother say the same thing to his two uncles, Han Youyu knew that he was really kicked on the iron plate this time. .
However, Zhang Jiutian and Zhang Jiuqing looked at each other. The two of them had been practicing together for so many years, and they already had a good understanding of each other. Even if they didn't say anything, they could still see the confusion and surprise in each other's eyes.
How could the Ye family siblings, who had disappeared for three years, appear here?
What Zhang Jiutian was thinking about was not what happened to the siblings three years ago, but what he thought about more than ten years ago, when he was just appointed as the reciter of this heaven-sacrifice ceremony by the new head, and worshiped the heaven for the first time at the winter solstice. At the ceremony, the young boy he saw was led by a little girl who was not much older than him. He stood behind the only king of the Zhou Dynasty who did not have a fief but was given the entire winding mountain to build a mansion next to the capital.
It was cloudy and rainy that day, and the rain was pouring, but during this ceremony, there was no need to hold an umbrella or take shelter from the rain. Even the best man in the world, who was wearing a yellow gold robe, had to be beaten by the raindrops.
Only this young child, who looked like six or seven years old, after the ceremony, took the hand of the hunchbacked old man with a different surname, Wang, and asked why it was raining today.
The old man who once made people in the temples and rivers and lakes of the Zhou Dynasty change their minds after hearing the news showed a kind smile that he had never shown in front of others, and his tone was also a soft tone that the officials around him who were also officials in the same dynasty had never heard. Whispering, like the eyes of a village old man squinting when looking at his naughty grandson, there is nothing like what a prince should look like, with a pleasant smile, "Because the gods in the sky are happy today, so they are sending down nectar."
At that time, Zhang Jiutian, who happened to be passing by and wanted to have a chat with a different surnamed Wang, saw the child looking up at the sky, with an angry look on his face: "Can't you wait until I get home? You're wet." My clothes have to be washed by my mother."
The old man was still smiling, beaming with joy, "The gods don't care who you are, they won't listen to you."
The young child said in a very stubborn voice: "When I grow up, I will let them listen to me!"
The old man laughed louder, and even the golden-robed saint who was about to return to the palace a hundred feet away heard the unscrupulous laughter of the king with a different surname whom he admired very much.
But the little girl raised her hand and pushed her grandfather, who seemed to be old and disrespectful, and reminded him in a low voice: "Keep your voice down."
Of course, the old man who once publicly wore a sword to worship the saint and cursed his mother in the main hall would not care about these cumbersome rules such as etiquette and laws, which were quite taboo in the hearts of others around him. However, he listened very much to the man in front of him who had two combs in his hair. At the words of the girl with braided braids, she immediately said "hehe" with a dry smile, with a submissive expression as if she was afraid of making the girl unhappy, and no matter what the fellow Chao Ze, who was hiding away from the three of them for fear of causing harm to Chi Yu, thought of him. , and then asked the child who kept saying nothing, "How do you get them to listen to you?"
"If I have a sword, I will teach all the gods and demons to be silent when they see me."
"If I had a sword, I would make all the gods and Buddhas in the sky bow before me."
The wind and rain suddenly stopped, and there were swords and swords in the circle, which made the old man laugh even more.
