"Don't forget the signboard you snatched from Pang Tianze. The Pope held back his energy and asked for it. According to the memory I devoured, that signboard should be an admission ticket for some kind of fairy society. At that time, someone will Crossing the Immortal Tribulation, this is a rare opportunity to observe, don't miss the opportunity, but the time seems to be far away, there are still two or three years before the meeting, you just lay the foundation."
When Xu Yi was thinking about his next plan, Huang Mei gave him a suggestion.
Xu Yi said, "As you said before, the key for me now is to cultivate my nature, to realize my mind. To be honest, I really don't know where to start."
Huang Mei said, "It's hard to say, it's not difficult, it's not difficult to say, just look for a kind of moving. You have cultivated the meaning of sorrow, and you should be able to understand that feeling. Cultivating the nature and enlightening the mind of heaven are just like this." The process, you have come a long way now, why don't you go back and have a look."
Xu Yi was stunned.
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The autumn wind was setting and the sun was setting, and the leaves of the tung trees were dim. Under a mottled tung tree, Cheng Yan was watching the game of two old men with his arms folded. Fighting for supremacy, and there were people buying gambling roulette outside, which made it very lively. Cheng Yan just came back after picking up the children, so he came over to watch some of the excitement.
"Brother Cheng, let's play for fun. If you lose, it's mine, and it's you who give me the credit."
The ferocious face of Boss Du, who is the villager, is full of smiles, maybe he seldom smiles, this smile is so unnatural, it makes people feel chills.
"Hey, Boss Du, I've never seen you flattering me so much. Why, seeing that Brother Cheng has a lot of work, he wants to be included in your big stick team?"
Song San was wearing a colorful gown, with his arms open, rubbing two shiny black iron gallbladders in his hands, and walked over shaking his arms.
The fat on Boss Du's face twitched, "What kind of fart is there, and you don't even look at what kind of man Cheng is, you can humiliate him."
He flattered Cheng Yan, not aimlessly, he was looking for something wrong, and the news was the best. At this time when Cheng Yan moved here, he saw the yard that Mr. Huang personally came to help build. Who is Mr. Huang? Liu Ling's confidant, just because of this, he knew that Cheng Yan's identity was unusual.
He had wanted to curry favor with Cheng Yan for a long time, but this person had no desires and lived an ordinary life, so he couldn't get a chance.
And this Song San, relying on some power in the yamen, made things difficult for him many times, Boss Du wanted to let Song San lead him to offend Cheng Yan, and let him have a hard time.
Song Laosan immediately turned cold, glanced at Cheng Yan lightly, pointed at Du Boss and cursed, "Let's just let you be rampant, I'll fill up the vacancy in the Yamen in two days, and I'll see how I take care of you."
Although he was depressed, he did not turn the flames of war on Cheng Yan's head.
"There is no competition between the two of you. The two masters finally fought once. Let's watch chess and watch chess."
Cheng Yan smoothed things over, he has a gentle temper and never wants to make trouble.
At this moment, a respect car stopped in front of Cheng Yan's house, and two rascals, with an old porter in between, stood at the gate of Cheng Yan, asking his family to pay the respect money. The woman held a baby in her left hand and a child in her right hand. After a while, a dispute arose between the two.
However, seeing that Mrs. Cheng Yan was beautiful, the two rascals deliberately found fault with them and wanted to raise the price, otherwise, they would not pick shit for Cheng Yan's family.
Picking dung in the alley has also become a separate industry, monopolized by low-ranking ruffians. After a few words from Mrs. Cheng Yan, the two rascals became more and more frivolous.
Cheng Yan stepped forward a few times and threw a silver dime, about one or two weights, and asked coldly, "It's enough for a year's money."
Seeing Cheng Yan's extraordinary demeanor and not being a vulgar thing, the two wanderers quickly agreed, leaving the porter to pick up manure for his family, and retreated in a hurry.
Mrs. Cheng Yan gave him a sideways look, blaming him for the extravagant spending of money, and she murmured that Xiaoer would also go to private school in a blink of an eye, which would cost a lot of money.
Cheng Yan giggled and fooled, took the younger one, led the older one, and led them over to watch the chess game together.
"Boss Du, since you dare to make a move, do you dare to take my bet?"
Song Laosan suddenly had an idea, called a battle, and immediately stopped the two old chess players, saying that with this endgame, he asked Du Boss to open the gamble.
Cheng Yan frowned, and was about to take the child home, but he heard Du Lao said, "If Brother Cheng is willing to be the middleman, I will take you this round."
Boss Du knew very well that Song Laosan had someone above him, and it would be difficult for him to touch him, but it would be better if he pulled Cheng Yan, at least, this gentleman's strength was good.
Now, Boss Du didn't dare to pay attention to the forces behind Cheng Yan. He realized that he might have misunderstood.
Otherwise, Cheng Yan wouldn't have to bow his head to a mere dung bully.
Song Laosan pointed to Cheng Yan and said, "Then you will be the middleman, no matter you win or lose, I will give you two taels."
Just like Boss Du, Cheng Yan's previous performance made him worry.
Cheng Yan shook his head, and said with a smile, "It's time for dinner, my wife told me that I need to buy two catties of pork head meat and one catty of salted peanuts, so please stay with us, everyone is happy."
"What? Don't give face?"
Song Laosan turned across and stopped in front of Cheng Yan.
Cheng Yan frowned, the baby in his arms couldn't see Song Laosan's ferocious fat face, and was so frightened that he began to cry.
"Second brother, uncle is over there."
At this moment, a well-dressed young man next to Song Laosan pointed to the aisle in front of Cheng Yan's house and shouted in surprise.
Everyone looked around, but saw a five-member horse team approaching from a distance, with great momentum, and all passers-by avoided.
Song Laosan immediately abandoned Cheng Yan, hurriedly chased after him, walked up to the old man in Gepao who was at the end of the line, and greeted him with a bow and bow.
That person was precisely his root in the yamen, Jiang Xian, the deputy chief of the robbery department, and he managed to make contact with him through countless detours.
In order to maintain this relationship, Song Lao San did not know how much effort he had spent in these years. Most of the oil and water he got was given to Jiang Xian.
Jiang Xian swung his horsewhip, and gave him a heavy blow, "I haven't seen you gentlemen yet."
After Song Lao San saluted courteously, Jiang Xian had a flattering smile on his face, and said to the middle-aged official in the middle, "This man is called Song San, and he is a temporary servant in the Yamen. , he is quite familiar with it, I don't know who Master Gao is looking for, this Song San should be able to help."
The middle-aged official shrugged his nose, turned his head and asked the short and fat young man on the left, "Who did Elder Xia say came from? It seems to have come from Dongshan?"
The chunky young man said, "I just remember that his surname is Cheng, and he said he immigrated to our place." After that, he stared at Song Laosan and said, "I tell you clearly, this is the person Elder Xia in the Fuzhong is looking for, hurry up Let's do it."