He An and Fan Dazhi wandered to Dingding Street with the crowd. They turned into an alley. Fang Dazhi said that they must have a good meal to celebrate, so He An had to let him go.
Fan Dazhi took He An into "Xu Ji Restaurant" with ease. This store is not big, but the decoration is elegant and unconventional, and the business is extremely hot.
The two waited for a long time, and finally two tables of people paid their bills and left. Fan Dazhi quickly grabbed a seat.
The waiter reported the names of the dishes, and Fan Dazhi ordered a few dishes and two jiao of sake. Not long after, the waiter brought out a plate of Spring Lake mandarin fish, a plate of sesame oil crispy chicken, and a plate of spring rolls. Fan Dazhi couldn't wait to pick up a piece of chicken and ate it with admiration. He tasted another bite of fish and let out a happy sound in his throat. Moaning, the expression on his face was indescribable contentment.
He An looked funny and picked up a handful of fish meat. It was tender and tender in the mouth, and the aroma only hit his nose. He couldn't help but praise sincerely: "Not bad, I didn't expect the food in this restaurant to be so delicious!"
"Xiao An, how long has it been since we had such delicious food?" Fan Dazhi asked vaguely.
"Actually, the wontons we eat every day are pretty good!" He An picked up a spring roll, which was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.
"It's different. No matter how delicious the wontons are, they are just for food and not elegant. Do you remember that I once told you... My ideal, I originally just wanted to be a person like Yuan Shen. I I was very content. Later we went to Beijing together and had wontons to eat every day, and I was very content. Now, all I want is to eat delicacies from the mountains and the sea every day."
Fan Dazhi puffed out his cheeks, took a sip of sake coquettishly, and chanted: "I was young at that time, wearing thin spring clothes, riding a horse and leaning on a leaning bridge, with red sleeves all over the building! ... Just thinking about it makes people yearn for it!"
He An also poured himself a glass of wine. He rarely drank. In the past, Fan Dazhi secretly drank his own wine and mostly kept it for his uncle He Kui. Today, after the literary test, he felt relaxed and spent time with his good brother. Have a drink.
As soon as he raised the cup, he suddenly froze. I saw a woman wearing a purple headscarf walking in outside the store. She was dressed in a long skirt and had a delicate appearance and a steady and dignified manner. Next to her was a pretty girl, wearing a white plum-patterned gauze robe and a flower-scattered blouse. Today she wore a pony bun, which made her neck look slender and heroic. The two red blouse straps on her shoulders were tied into a pipa knot, floating in the air. It hangs freely on the chest, and the pink and jade carvings are bright and moving.
As soon as these two people appeared, many diners were immediately photographed by their elegance, and the originally noisy store suddenly became quieter.
He An never dreamed that the girl who beat him up because of the butterfly hairpin would appear in front of him again at this moment.
The other party soon noticed him, with his beautiful eyebrows raised and his beautiful eyes narrowed. From a distance, He An felt the dangerous aura and secretly sighed in his heart.
Sure enough, the white shadow shook, and the girl rubbed her body like a raccoon cat.
"You disciple, watch!" A pink fist struck He An in front of him instantly.
He An hurriedly parried, stood up and dodged another palm, causing the drink to splash all over Fan Dazhi.
The girl's fists were like the wind, and her movements were extremely fast. She attacked He An's vital parts instantly, but He An only parried and did not fight back.
All the diners in the store saw this beautiful girl coming in, and without saying a word, she started fighting with a handsome young man. The great Chen built the country with force, and the people of the imperial capital have always been tough. In the court, the old ministers would fight each other even if they disagreed, let alone the people? Seeing a pair of handsome men and beautiful women, punching and kicking, the fight was very lively. Everyone couldn't help but stretch their necks to watch, and some people even cheered loudly.
The woman in the purple headscarf frowned. She knew that the boy had no intention to offend last time, and it was Chanjuan who was at fault first. This child has developed the temperament of a young lady since she was a child, and her parents doted on her. However, her family is large and complex, and there will be many changes in the future. This child who has never experienced hardship will face many things on her own in the future. Now I wonder if she can sharpen her temper. Seeing that the young man is just dodging and parrying, He didn't fight back, and he was obviously giving in to her! The woman was not in a hurry to stop him.
Fan Dazhi watched the two of them fight back and forth. He An had a long breath, but the girl was breathing slightly and her figure was a little scattered. He laughed heartlessly, leaned against the wall pillar, picked up a piece of fish and stuffed it into his mouth. He was still secretly happy: "Good wine and good food, but no singing and dancing to entertain, Xiao An and this... girl... Let’s dance a song and drink with others! Hahaha!”
The girl attacked for several rounds without taking any advantage. Fan Dazhi's laughter was particularly harsh in her ears, so she struck harder.
He An parried and said: "Girl, last time... it was my fault, but I really didn't mean it... If you can't get angry, just give me a slap to vent your anger!" Say it and stop.
These words were heard in the girl's ears, but they were full of ridicule. She had been pampered since she was a child, and her grandfather and parents loved her very much. The family competed to see who would not let her go. This hateful guy in front of her, last time...now Blindly dodging but not fighting back, it is clear that he looks down on me and even makes sarcastic remarks.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She gritted her teeth and used the secret skills passed down from her family. She closed and opened her palms together, like snow lotuses blooming, or like the bright moon rising from the glacier. In the strong wind, a catkin slapped the opponent's chest. How could he hide? He didn't hide, but he actually received this palm all his life.
After taking several steps back, He An finally stood up and spat out a mouthful of blood.
The girl was so angry that she didn't even think about using all the skills of the family's secret skill Han Bingxin. Seeing that He An's face was pale and his chest and clothes were dripping with blood, she was so frightened that her face turned pale. For a moment, a pair of beautiful eyes were misty and she paused. He said angrily: "I didn't mean it, why didn't you hide? How...how are you?"
Seeing this, Fan Dazhi quickly stepped forward and hugged He An. He An felt severe pain in his chest. He forced himself to hold back and waved his hand to say it was okay, signaling Fan Dazhi to escort him back quickly.
The woman with a purple headscarf also came over, her face as cold as frost, and she softly scolded the girl: "Chanjuan, you are so ridiculous! Why are you so indifferent?"
The girl named Chanjuan was about to cry: "I didn't expect that he didn't hide...Aunt Xue, I didn't mean it...I...I..." After saying this, tears came out of her eyes.
The people watching the excitement in the store saw the sudden change and the young man left injured, and they all started talking...
Fan Dazhi helped He An back to the inn. He An sat on the couch and slowly used the mental method taught by his uncle He Kui to heal his wounds. The pain in his chest subsided slightly, but he felt that the cold in his body was not smooth. He could not help but clench his teeth and kept silent. To perform the exercises, sit cross-legged and meditate.
Outside the window, the same person as last time watched all this secretly, turned around and quietly slipped into Zhixingyuan, and reported everything to Wei Zhilin truthfully.
On the second-floor attic of Zhixingyuan, Li Xingzhi, dressed in Tsing Yi, stood with his hands behind his back. He stood by the armrest of the attic, silently looking in the direction of the palace, and he did not know how long he stood there.
In the mist of the early morning, Wei Zhilin climbed up the stairs and felt happy when he saw his mentor coming out of seclusion. When he saw the bleak figure in the mist, his heart felt dark again. He slowed down and walked up the stairs gently.
"When you are quiet, think about it to eliminate human desires and preserve the principles of nature. When you are active, think about it to eliminate human desires and preserve the principles of nature. It doesn't matter whether it is peaceful or not. Zhi Lin, what makes you unpeaceful?" Li Xingzhi asked leisurely without looking back.
"Teacher, it is clear to me that my disciple has been busy with a lot of worldly affairs recently. I know that my teacher is out of isolation today, so I came here to visit my teacher..."! Wei Zhilin said respectfully, and then talked about the recent recruitment of disciples by Zhixing Academy, as well as various measures taken by Longmen Academy and the imperial court.
"It's a good name for studying!" Li Xingzhi twisted his beard and said with a smile, and waved his hands calmly: "The heart is the reason, there is no reason outside the heart, there is nothing outside the heart, and there is nothing outside the heart! Zhilin, let go of the academic affairs. Do it, justice will be in your heart, no need to worry about it!"
Wei Zhilin's heart felt as if the fog in the sky had cleared and the morning sun was rising. He bowed and said with shame, "I will obey my teacher's teachings!" Then he told the situation about He An and Fan Dazhi again, and said with some confusion: "I don't know why my teacher treated these two." A junior cares so much? If you need special care, I will ask someone to..."
Li Xingzhi waved his hand and said: "Let everything take its course. Let's see if these two children can be cultivated... The Han family's Ice Heart Technique, where the cold energy enters the body and blocks the meridians, is very domineering and fierce. Fortunately, the girl is still young, The technique is not yet proficient... Give this pill to Fang Yizhi and let the child take it for healing!" After saying that, a fiery red pill appeared in his hand.
Wei Zhilin took it respectfully, frowned and asked: "Han Bing Xinfa? Could it be that the female doll is a member of Han Zongwang's clan?"
Li Xingzhi smiled and said: "She is his granddaughter."
Wei Zhilin was surprised: "Teacher, if you say so, why would he send his granddaughter to Zhixingyuan?"
Li Xing knew: "Although Han Zongwang is now the captain of Xiliang and is in charge of Xiliang's troops, the king of Xiliang is sick and old. It is estimated that his time is running out. The two princes of Xiliang are fighting openly and secretly for the throne." . Han Zongwang was ostracized and jealous in the court, and his military power had been weakened. He asked his junior to leave Dachen, so that he could avoid being involved in future court disputes and join Zhixingyuan for protection. "
Wei Zhilin raised his eyebrows: "This old thief really dares to do this. Isn't he afraid that we will arrest his granddaughter and threaten him?"
Li Xingzhi smiled slightly and said, "Will you do this?"
Wei Zhilin helplessly spread his hands: "I can't! Teacher, you can't do it even more. You often say that there is no distinction between teachings, and you also teach your disciples that when the human heart is righteous, it is the Tao heart, and when the Tao heart is not righteous, it is the human heart. If the disciple Doing this really hinders Taoism... The disciple guessed that Han Zongwang also had such considerations. He knew his mentor very well, so... he was confident!"
Li Xingzhi put his hands behind his hands and watched a red sun rising slowly in the sky. The morning breeze blew and his blue shirt floated: "Zhi Lin, I am very pleased that you can think like this. No matter when, you should be humble in your heart and magnanimous in your abilities." . Remember, thousands of saints have passed away, and conscience is my teacher! Among the three of you brothers, Xiang Shou has the highest talent and qualifications, but he is unreliable and has a bad fate. Ziya is the youngest and has too upright personality. You are modest and prudent and can take the overall situation into consideration, but you are the most at ease as a teacher. From now on, you have full control over everything in Zhixingyuan. No matter what happens in the future, you must be patient and prepared to go on a long journey for the teacher. I don’t know where. When you can come back, I’ll leave this place to you!”
Wei Zhilin was surprised, looking at Li Xingzhi's desolate figure. The teacher had been wandering here and there over the years, but his white hair had... turned into gray, and a few black strands could be seen faintly on his original snow-white beard.
Wei Zhilin's heart was wildly shocked. The teacher seemed to have made a breakthrough in his retreat this time. His hair and beard seemed to have rejuvenated. Wei Zhilin suppressed the excitement in his heart and asked with concern: "Where is the teacher going? Ask the disciple to accompany him."
Li Xingzhi shook his head and said: "Zhixingyuan still needs you to be in charge. Just be a teacher. I want to go to sea. I don't know how dark this power is. They have been hiding in the dark these years and have committed many murderous crimes. I am vaguely aware of it." This mysterious organization may be related to Wang Fu, the eunuch of the previous dynasty. I want to verify it myself when I go out this time. In addition...as a teacher who is often in the capital, our emperor will inevitably have some scruples...Now there is an undercurrent in the court, let's wait and see. , the late emperor’s dragon bone bloodline, what exactly does he want to do..."
After Li Xingzhi finished speaking, he seemed to think of something, with a look of regret on his face. His thin figure in the morning light looked even more miserable.
