Pang Jian smiled as he watched the candidate new disciples board the car - the fourth prince, the ninth princess, the prince of Cixi County... There are also several clans, a total of thirty-one candidate disciples, and those with the surname Zhou occupy six seats. Among Xuanyin's several major surnames, only the Lin family had a direct descendant selected, the Zhao family entered a side branch that was impossible to beat, and the rest were... quite unexpected candidates.
Is it because the children of this year's aristocratic family are particularly corrupt, and they were removed from the list after they were listed, or did Master Zhi do it on purpose
That's hard to say.
A man in blue whispered in his ear: "It all depends on who has the potential to enter the inner sect?"
"Look at the person you asked, I'm a country bumpkin who doesn't even know which way the inner door opens," Pang Jian replied casually, "Anyway, the surname is either Zhou or Lin."
The blue clothes said: "The rest will be our colleagues in the future."
"Pull it down," Pang Jian lazily followed, "Qianxiu Temple is not an 'auspicious wishful pestle' that leads to the sewer, and you can pierce the spirit orifice for you when you enter it. There's nothing out there."
Xi Ping, who was at the end of the line, raised his head when he heard the words. This kid's ears are somehow long, and he can hear other people's whispers from several feet away, which shows that he usually listens to the corner of the wall. After filtering other information, Xi Ping heard that the food in Qianxiu Temple was good, so he was very happy and waved at Pang Jian familiarly.
An indescribable expression appeared on Pang Jian's face for a moment, and he couldn't help asking his colleagues: "I seem very approachable?"
The subordinates didn't understand what he meant, and flattered him casually: "Naturally, everyone has always been kind and friendly."
Pang Jian had no expression on his face: "Go to the medical hall to get some medicine for eye diseases in a while."
At this time, Zhao Yu walked over in a hurry.
The Zhao family's direct descendants were the first to be checked off the list by General Zhi, and even Zhao Yu was disheartened. This time, they were more low-key than usual. He didn't make eye contact with others, and leaned in front of Pang Jian and whispered: "Du Tong, the guards didn't do their best, so they came to report just now, but the locust ran away..."
"Run and run." Pang Jian didn't take it to heart, the little half puppet who hadn't opened up his intelligence was not as harmful as a stray dog, and judging by its appearance, it wasn't worth much, so it wasn't a financial loss.
"This..." Zhao Yu hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice, "After all, it is what Master Zhi asked for by name."
"Why did my uncle want him to do this? I couldn't bear to watch this little thing starve to death. You..." Pang Jian had been busy with the red tape of the general election for several days. Come out bald.
The sentence "Instead of speculating on these trivial matters, you should discipline the children of the clan well" almost blurted out, and the words were barely restrained.
"You... don't worry about him, a half-doll who lives on spirit stones won't run around in the mortal world, maybe these young masters and ladies brought good things in their luggage and were hooked away." Pang Jian said stiffly. Pulling back the words, he patted Zhao Yu's shoulder pretendingly, "I'll send the little ones to 'school', and they will come back as soon as they go. Jinping will be handed over to you brothers for these two days."
After speaking, he bit his lips and whistled, and a long sword floated under his feet.
Pang Jian stood up with his sword, and all the white horses pulling the cart neighed in unison, kicked their hooves, and galloped along the empty Zhengyang Street.
Xi Ping poked his head out of the window, and saw the empty streets on both sides, and the alleys in the corners were crowded with onlookers. Many people saw the blue-clothed half-immortal with Yujian, as if they were witnessing the coming of the gods, and they were excited. By the side of the road.
Pang Dutong was obviously used to this scene, his sleeves fluttered and he kept his eyes fixed.
For a moment, the young master who couldn't support the wall with mud felt envious in his heart.
He couldn't help thinking: One year later, can I also wear this blue robe and fly over majestically
At this time, the convoy passed the Heyin Building—the Heyin Building is the property of Huangshang, the highest restaurant in Jinping City, at the gate of Dongding City, and all the people who came were seeing them off.
The window of the private room in the attic was half open, and a familiar face passed by, like King Zhuang.
But before Xi Ping could see clearly, the convoy suddenly accelerated and rushed out of Dongding Gate like the wind.
Xi Ping couldn't sit still, his back hit the carriage, a huge airflow poured in from the window, the inscription on the window flashed, and it was automatically sealed, his ears were buzzing, and his whole body was crushed on the seat.
I don't know how long it took before the pressure eased a little. As soon as Xi Ping got up, he heard Pang Dutong laughing outside the window: "Everyone is sitting firmly, it's better not to open the window and look down."
These words were so effective, the voice fell silent, almost all the windows of the carriage were opened, and their heads poked out in unison.
Xi Ping was a little out of breath from the strong wind mixed with suburban smoke and dust, and narrowed his eyes. Then he was shocked to find that Jinping's land was far away from them, and the houses, roads, high pavilions and fine water were still there. Keep shrinking...they fly into the sky!
The boy closest to him rolled his eyes on the spot, fell straight back into the car, and passed by.
Pang Jian held the sword at his side comfortably, flying to the edge of the waves, and sealed the car window for the brother who fainted: "Tsk, I don't listen to advice because I'm afraid of heights."
Seeing Xi Ping's head deformed by the wind, Pang Dutong suddenly fixed his eyes, realized something, and muttered, "So I went to your place."
"Ah? What did you say?" Xi Ping poured a gust of wind into his ears, only to feel that the taste of "relying on the emptiness to control the sky" was not good at all, and roared, "Master, aren't you afraid that carrots will blow out on your face?"
Before Pang Jian could answer, Xi Ping felt something touch his feet. He lowered his head and saw a pink hem protruding from under the seat.
Haunted by day!
Unexpectedly, Xi Ping was taken aback: "Hey!"
The owner of the peach red hem hurriedly shrank back, Xi Ping stepped on the hem of the clothes, and stretched out his hand to pull the "ghost" out.
He heard a "crash", and a box of sapphire spirit stones rolled across the car, and he pulled out a little doll from under the car seat.
The little baby is holding a sapphire in each of its two paws, and its mouth is unnaturally tight.
Xi Ping: "..."
Did he accidentally take the wrong luggage, did he bring someone's child along? Why does this little thing look familiar
At this time, a finger wind came in from the window and touched the little doll's chest. The little doll "wow", then spit out two sapphires, showing its mouth full of fangs.
"It's you!" The familiar "bed of nails" teeth reminded Xi Ping that this little doll was the skinny and evil "little slave" in Anle Township!
"Hey, a big family." Pang Jian got into his carriage through the wall at some point, glanced at the blue jade beads that rolled all over the ground like stones, and his face became imperceptibly cold.
When Bollfly Ban Ou saw him, he was immediately too frightened to move.
Pang Jian waved his hand, and the scattered spirit stones automatically rolled back into the wooden box and were stacked. He picked it up and weighed it, and knew that it was more than a hundred taels. The spirit stone beads in the box are crystal clear and full, without a little bit of green, they are all high-quality sapphires.
This box of beads can be described as sky-high price.
"The family background is strong enough," Pang Jian raised his eyelids and looked at Xi Ping, his smile became cold, "The salary of the Marquis of Yongning is so high?"
"Don't mention it, Master Hou's pot of jealous money is not as good as the place left by his ancestors in the southern suburbs." Xi Ping didn't seem to hear the thorn in Pang Jian's words, and closed the window of the strange wind whistling. He said carelessly, "Hey, sit down, do you want some snacks? I brought them from home and they are still warm."
Pang Jian's face softened slightly, and he declined his kindness: "Oh, there is an ancestor's shade at home."
No one is farming in the southern suburbs now. After the moon-plated gold came down to earth, all kinds of steam lighter factories have sprung up, especially in the southern suburbs with the canal wharf. If there is a piece of land there, the land rent alone can make a lot of money, no wonder it is rich.
Pang Jian covered the Lingshi box and put it aside: "How much land does your family have, can it bear such flowers?"
Xi Ping pinched his fingers and calculated: "Two to three hundred acres, who knows, I don't know the details. The land rent is only three melons and two dates. Our Lord Hou mainly relies on his face for food."
"Oh?"
Xi Ping: "Have you ever heard of 'Cui Ji'?"
Pang Jian had really heard of it.
Cui Ji is the largest jewelry store in the south of the Yangtze River. It occupies a quiet compound in the most prosperous place in Jinping City. If the ladies and ladies don’t have two Cui Ji items, they will be ashamed to say hello to others when they go out. .
When the brand name is famous to a certain extent, people who don’t buy his products will also hear about it—for example, all the hairy children know the Zhuangyuanhong in Heyinlou, and the monks have also heard of the sweet-scented osmanthus duck in Qifengge. For a man like Pang Dutong , I can also recognize the carp seal that Cui Ji cut open the purse of Mrs. Quan Jinping.
Xi Ping picked and picked in the snack box: "My mother's surname is Cui. Cui Ji is a business owned by my grandfather's family. My mother owns 30% of the shares."
It's a long story: when Mrs. Cui was the eldest lady, she went on an outing with her little sister, and the carriage broke down on the way. Hou Ye happened to meet him and kindly offered his hand. Miss Cui is a nympho, she was bewitched by his luster at a glance.
Hou Ye was not Hou Ye at that time, he was just an idle son. Although in the eyes of Cui Dadong's family, the surnamed Xi is equivalent to a pauper, but from the worldly point of view, Zhimaguan is also a family of officials, and he is of a higher family than a businessman. With only such a son in the Xi family, it is impossible for him to marry.
Anyway, not a good match.
But the eldest lady doesn't care, unless he doesn't want to marry, no one can persuade her. Cui Dadong's family was furious, and said that if you have the ability, you marry, and if you marry that little boy, don't recognize your father. The eldest lady obeyed her parents' orders, severed ties with Cui Shi, turned around and married, without taking a single thread with her.
Who knew that Feng Shui would turn around, and later the eldest daughter of the Xi family entered the palace to make a fortune, and she was mixed up, and the unreliable little boy back then became the Marquis of Yongning by virtue of her nepotism, and the "lard-covered" Miss Cui became the Marquis of Yongning Mrs. Hou Fu.
How can Hou Men's relatives not want it? So the father-daughter relationship between Dadong's family and Mrs. Cui naturally continued.
The face of Da Dong's family has improved, and the Yongning Hou Mansion and even the imperial concubines in the palace have been well-off, and everyone is happy.
Xi Ping roughly talked about the family history of Lord Hou, and commented: "Actually, I feel that this is more like my mother and my aunt getting married, and my father is just an addition."
Pang Jian: "..."
He didn't know what to comment after listening to it, but he was a little envious anyway.
Xi Ping stuffed a pine flower dumpling into his mouth, raised his eyes provocatively at Pang Jian, and smiled half-sarcastically: "My lord, what are you thinking? Our family is rootless, thanks to the grace of the sage. Shi Tai's eight hundred eyes stared at him for twelve hours, and he was easily blamed. He didn't dare to pick up the things that shouldn't be touched, even if he dropped a coin on the ground, how easy are you to be a courtier?"
Pang Jian was taken aback by his contradicting.
Everyone walks in the world as if seeing a true god, and princes and nobles are also polite, not to mention Pang Jian is notoriously difficult to deal with. Ever since he became the person in charge of the Tianji Pavilion, he has never been looked down upon by anyone. This feeling is so fresh, Pang Du was not angry when he was unified, and asked curiously: "Boy, do you know that even if you come back from Qianxiu Temple, you will still have to work under me?"
Xi Ping: "That may not be true. If I gain nothing but gain ten catties, I will probably have to work as an errand in the young master's camp of the Imperial Forest Army."
Pang Jian: "..."
He choked for a rare moment, then laughed, thinking of the brat's bachelor behavior in Anle Township, he was indeed a divine beast that was fearless the day before.
Pang Jian reached out his hand and took out a small piece of gold leaf from his sleeve, and threw it to Xi Ping: "I made a mistake, I'll give you a little thing to apologize."
"Thank you, sir." Xi Ping has always been happy to receive gifts, and he dares to take them if others dare to give them to him. He never pretends to evade, "What is this?"
"Dragon taming lock, dripping blood to recognize the master, used for taming animals." Pang Jian tapped the puppet next to him with his chin, "This little thing eats spirit stones, swallows gold and doesn't take it out, and idlers can't afford it. Since you If you have money, he belongs to you."
"Ah?" Xi Ping was taken aback for a moment, and then raised his voice out of thin air, "No, isn't this something evil? It still bites people! What do I want it to do? Use it to curse my enemies to death!"
Xiao Banou also showed panic.
"If the half-occupied body can cast evil spells, Tianji Pavilion will have dealt with it long ago. Wait for you? If you put on the dragon taming lock, he won't be able to bite you. He will do whatever you want him to do," Pang Jian leaned back, The body "melted" into the wall of the carriage, only the five senses emerged, and said, "Otherwise, there is no one in Qianxiu Temple to serve the young master, so you have to make the bed yourself."
Xi Ping wanted to refuse flatly, but he opened his mouth, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, he hesitated again.
"All right," Pang Jian stretched out a hand under his facial features, "Give it back to me if you don't want it."
Xi Ping quickly grabbed the "gold leaf" into the palm of his hand, propped up his three-foot-thick skin and cupped his hands: "Given by the elders, I dare not resign, but I am disrespectful. Elder, then I will not be polite."
The little bastard.
Pang Jian reached out and tapped him twice, and went out through the wall.
As soon as he left, Xiao Banou immediately showed a ferocious face, and rushed towards Xi Ping, trying to grab the dragon taming lock. But just as Pang Dutong said, the half-puppet just looks weird, and it really doesn't have any supernatural powers compared to ordinary children. Anyway, Xi Ping easily restrained him with one hand.
In desperation, he opened his mouth wide and bit Xi Ping's hand.
The teeth that looked like a bed of nails were really sharp, blood oozed from Xi Ping's hands immediately, and the blood dripped onto the gold foil. The dragon taming lock instantly stretched, and with a "snap" it shook in mid-air, separating one person and one puppet, and then rolled them around the puppet's neck, forming a collar.
The little monster was immediately controlled, and stepped back a few steps like a marionette.
Xi Ping had a strange feeling—that collar... No, the little monster bound by the collar seemed to have become a part of his body, similar to a cat's tail: when it was left alone, it would move by itself, and when it wanted to control it, it would move. Take control.
Xi Ping tried to order: "Take two steps to the left?"
The little monster showed a struggling and unwilling look on his face, but his legs obediently took two steps to the left.
"Go to the right."
The little monster was as obedient as Xi Ping's own legs.
"Hey," Xi Ping laughed, and Pang Dutong gave him a good thing, "Are you being honest this time? Give me a bow."
"Stand on your head."
"One more dance."
The little monster was tossed about by him, and a pair of black bean-like eyes burst out with hatred, staring at him viciously.
Xi Ping was never afraid of being stared at, and the more angry he was, the more energetic he became. Licking his canine teeth, the dog spit out bad water: "Stop, it's awkward—come on, bark, daddy."
But this time, he didn't succeed, the little monster opened its mouth, but there was only a brief gasp from its mouth, like a leaky tindler box.
Xi Ping took a closer look and found that the little thing's tongue was only a very short part, which was curled up behind several rows of teeth, and the soft palate of the throat was also very deformed.
He seemed to be... unable to make a sound.
The little monster locked by the dragon trainer can't complete the master's instructions, and can only make the sound of "ho ho" incessantly, which is weird and pitiful.
Xi Ping suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. The half of his tongue reminded him of the dogs in the palace—the imperial city must be quiet and the dogs are not allowed to bark, and the dogs in the palace have to cut part of their throats. Concubine Xi Gui used to have a dog, and she was close to King Zhuang since she was a child, and King Zhuang took it out of Guangyun Palace after he established his own family.
Every time the old dog tried to play with other dogs, it could only make this "ho ho" sound. Gradually, it didn't like to play too much, and it died quietly within a few months. .
Because of the serious illness of Zhuang Wang, he almost died.
"Okay, stop yelling." Xi Ping stuck his head out of the car window, and the wind swept him so hard that he couldn't open his eyes, and couldn't see where Pang Jian was, so he could only shout under the wind, "Master, what's wrong with that evil spirit?" ? Or don’t give it a mouth at all, or just install a normal tongue, what’s the matter with half a tongue? Can this thing still be repaired?”
Before he could finish speaking, something flew towards him and almost slapped him on the face.
Xi Ping caught it with both hands, only to see that it was half a thread-bound volume, it was about to fall apart, and it still smelled sour.
He let out a "Hey", sealed the car window, and pinched the yellowed paper with his fingertips in disgust.
On the first page of the fragmented scroll, there are pictures of deformed babies, and the following reads: Practice half even ten methods.
"What the hell..."
Xi Ping looked up ten lines at a glance, but when he looked at it, his brows and eyes that were constricted into a ball sank, and his eyes widened in surprise.
After turning over ten more pages, he closed the torn scroll without saying a word, and his eyes fell on Xiao Banou.
For some reason, Banou, who was about to deform with anger, met his gaze, was slightly taken aback, and then slowly calmed down.
Maybe it's because... Xi Ping was looking at people.
Xi Ping muttered: "So you are not a puppet wrapped in human leather, you were originally a human?"
Ban Ou was a little dazed by his question, and stared at Xi Ping for a moment, not knowing how to react, so he hesitated and bared his ferocious teeth.
Xi Ping thought for a while, bent down to pick up the wooden box containing the spirit stones, and took out one for him: "Here, do you want to eat this?"
As soon as Xiao Banou saw the spirit stone, he forgot everything, jumped up and snatched the spirit stone from Xi Ping's hand, and swallowed it straight away.
Xi Ping wanted to say something else, but at this moment, the long chirping pierced through the sky, and the carriage swayed suddenly, and he suddenly had the illusion that he was more than a hundred catties lighter.
He was shocked: Qianxiu Temple has arrived!
Xi Ping didn't care about anything else, so he stuffed the wooden box containing the spirit stones into his luggage, and couldn't wait to look up at the fairy mountain... He didn't notice that the little boy was staring at his box of spirit stones, with black bean-like eyes A greedy look shot out.