"Young man, he has a long way to go. How can an old guy like me, who is buried up to his neck, block his way so arrogantly? Hehe, don't worry, I will personally submit a petition to support Banzhou in a few days." For the second, you will control the Southern Six Mansions!"
"Thank you, old man, the An family has supported me Ye Xiaotian, Ye Xiaotian will never forget it!"
Ye Xiaotian lifted his robe and was about to fall to his knees, Mr. An hurriedly helped him up, the two looked at each other and smiled. On the side, Mr. An couldn't help shivering, as if he saw an old and a young fox who had turned into two heads and was grinning.
Ye Xiaotian left Shuixi and went to Hongfeng Lake first. Don't look at the fact that the Hongfeng Lake Xia family is ranked in the second echelon of the chieftain family, but its prestige is extremely high. And because the Xia family often helped other chieftains, but seldom asked for help, many native officials from all sides owed favors to the Xia family. How could this help be used
Ye Xiaotian stayed at Xia's house for three days, and then set off on his way home. But Ye Xiaotian didn't go down the river and go straight back to Shiqian, but stopped halfway and boarded Xiaoxitian. When Ye Xiaotian came, he had indeed disappeared near Xiaoxitian for three days, but had he really visited Patriarch Song
True or false, false or true, who can tell.
In Xiaoxitian, the core members of the Song Clan are discussing matters at the moment.
An old man over half a century old with gray hair said slowly: "For many years, my Song family has been thinking of spreading power across the river. It's a pity that the Yang family of Bozhou is blocking it, so we can't move forward. Now is an excellent opportunity ,Should not be missed!"
Another wrinkled old man was more than 20 years older than him, sighed softly, and said: "But this time, my Song family took action too late, obviously crossing the river is a chance, but because of waiting to see what happened to the An family , I have been too late to take action, I have missed a great opportunity. Now that the Sixth Mansion of the South is under the control of Ye Xiaotian, the crouching cow, if we make an idea of the Sixth Mansion of the South, I am afraid that we will have a conflict with Ye Xiaotian!"
"So what about Ye Xiaotian, will our Song family be afraid of him?" This is a middle-aged man in his thirties, who has just passed his thirties.
"Want to cross the river? Hehe, that's right, Bozhou is over, but that old fox in Shuixi is still staring at him, is he willing to agree? Ye Xiaotian, a junior, can jump to a position almost comparable to my Song family in a short period of time. Is it Yi Yu's generation? The young emperor of the court has a very deep city, do you think he will agree to let my Song family cross the river?"
Someone immediately refuted it. This person was also in his thirties, and the two were obviously in a competitive position in the Song family. In any occasion, it is inevitable to express yourself and attack the opponent's proposition.
At this time, a guard walked in lightly, leaned over and whispered a few words in the Patriarch's ear, Patriarch Song frowned, and said, "Let's stop discussing here for now, everyone, think about it when you go back, what should my Song family do at this time?" Make a decision, that's it! Let's go!"
Patriarch Song left the hall and hurriedly turned to the back house. Not far away, Song Tiandao came up to meet him, and said angrily: "Father, I said earlier, don't let my sister go around in the temple, you just said that it's better to let her go to relax. This is good, my sister suffers." Bewitched by that old nun, she insisted on becoming a monk, you see..."
"This girl! Why are you so stubborn! Tian Binfei has long been turned into a ball of rotten mud, this girl... hey!"
When Patriarch Song mentioned the girl who gave him a headache, his brows furrowed tightly.
Ever since Song Xiaoyu avenged Tian Binfei, because of her more cheerful nature, she gradually let go of her sadness. She just wanted to find another man as good as Tian Binfei to replace the incomparably good man in her heart whom she had admired since she was a child. How could it be so easy for a big man.
When she was lonely, Song Xiaoyu would often go to places like nunneries and Taoist temples. Who would have thought that after coming and going, she would have the idea of becoming a monk, which made the Song family feel helpless.
Patriarch Song hurriedly walked for a while, barely reached the downstairs of his daughter's embroidery, stopped suddenly, turned his head and said fiercely to Song Tiandao: "The old nun is looking forward to people from my Song family entering her temple to practice, relying on my Song family Power has made Xiaoxitian No. 1 mountain gate! Annoying! Hateful! You find a way to demolish her Sansheng nunnery! Hmph! If she wants to destroy my daughter, I will destroy her mountain gate!"
Song Tiandao was stunned, and said: "This... Father, I'm afraid it's wrong to destroy the temple!"
Patriarch Song stared and said: "What's wrong? As the saying goes, it is better to demolish ten temples than destroy one family! That old nun wanted to kill my daughter for her own selfish desires. Even the Buddha would hate her. Go !"
Song Tiandao swallowed, bowed his head and said, "Yes!"
At this time, Ye Xiaotian had already calmly walked to the door of the Song family mansion. Along the way, he was really like traveling in the mountains and rivers, he would take a look at the beautiful scenery and worship the temples when he saw it, he was leisurely and carefree, and he didn't want to come to the Song family to discuss important matters at all.
In the back house, Patriarch Song went to the embroidery building and tried to persuade him, but Song Xiaoyu was already on the tip of his horn, seeing what his father said was extremely sad, he couldn't help but laugh. She took her father's arm and said softly: "Father, don't be sad. Even if my daughter is a monk, she is still here in Xiaoxitian. If Father misses his daughter, he can visit me anytime."
Song Xiaoyu sighed softly, leaned on his father's shoulder, and said in a trance: "Father, my daughter is not sad about the death of Mr. Tian. It has been so long, how can people still live in sadness? I just feel that the life of a monk ,very good!"
Song Xiaoyu's naturally beautiful smiling eyes curved like a crescent moon narrowed slightly, and said a little intoxicated: "Walking in the shade of the forest, bring a roll of Buddhist scriptures, sit on the stone by the spring, read slowly, and fry a piece of paper next to you. Stove tea, quiet, peaceful... My daughter likes that kind of life."
She is a lively and cheerful girl who yearns for life in a Buddhist monastery. Patriarch Song really wants to cry: "Daughter, how old are you? When you go to the nunnery occasionally, you feel that such a life is leisurely and comfortable. , In fact, if you really want to be in it, you will feel boring. The ancient Buddha with blue lights, white hair, such a lonely day... "
Before Patriarch Song finished speaking, Song Xiaoyu said: "No way! Entering the ancient temple in the early morning, the first sun shines on the high forest. The winding path leads to a secluded place, and the meditation room is deep in flowers and trees. The mountain light is pleasing to the nature of birds, and the shadow of the lake is empty of people's hearts. Everything is silent, but Hearing the sound of bells and chimes...how poetic and beautiful..."
Patriarch Song rolled his eyes and said, "The bird poet who wrote this poem has never become a monk."
Song Xiaoyu pursed her lips and said coquettishly, "Father...! Oh, I won't tell you anymore, you are just a common man!"
Patriarch Song didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and was about to argue with his daughter again, when a maid suddenly appeared at the door, Fuli said: "Master, Ye Xiaotian, Wo Niuling, please see me!"