"... After the flying horse landed, it turned into a white jade horse, and Pang Dutong disappeared. I don't know which immortal to visit. There is a half-immortal waiting for his disciples at the door. He calls himself Senior Brother Yang Anli, the son of Princess Xincheng. Brother in the general election."
"Senior brother Yang is very kind, he looks a bit like the third brother, but naturally he can't compare to my third brother."
It was night in Jinping, and in Zhuang Wang's south study, Zhou Ying was holding a white jade board that was the same as the one he sent to the Hou's mansion—it turned out that the white jade boards were not a pair, but three pieces.
At this time, Xi Ping had probably settled down in Qianxiu Temple, and began to write long letters to his grandmother, and lines of words quickly appeared on the white jade board.
Wang Jian laid out the chess record nonchalantly by the side, pretending that his master was spying on Shizi Xi's writing home letter to the old lady, which is not surprising at all.
In her early years, Mrs. Xi was a young lady who did not go out of her way. She had never read any books. Xi Ping's writings were all in vernacular, with rich pictures and texts.
For example, he wrote: "In front of the gate of the temple, there are green luan and white deer scurrying around. The blue luan is only half a foot long, and its tail feathers are as long as a cape."
Attached below is a vivid picture of Qingluan... but the painting is a bit rough, like a duck with a fan on its buttocks.
King Zhuang's mouth curled up.
"All the servants in the temple are not human beings. They are scarecrows driven by spirit stones. They are called 'Rice Boys'. They can lead the way, clean the courtyard, beat the gong to tell the time, etc. You just need to stick the corresponding paper symbols on the back of the rice boy's head. Drive them to do things. When the grandson learns to be the rice boy, he must make a group for the grandmother, a pair of leg beaters, two fans, and another troupe."
Zhuang Wang laughed out loud: "No wonder grandma is partial to her elbow. This kid is better at coaxing the old lady than me."
Wang Jian jokingly said: "How about saying 'the ruler is short and the inch is long'? In terms of fighting for favor, His Highness is indeed far behind."
Standing close to Baiyu, Xi Ping finished flattering and commented on the food at Qianxiu Temple. He was generally very satisfied, but regretted: "There are only two meals a day, morning and evening, and I don't have snacks for midnight snacks."
After commenting on the food, he said that he lived here: "The male and female disciples here are separated at two ends, and they can't meet each other in daily studies and daily life. It's a pity, a pity! The female disciples have one courtyard, and the male disciples live in two to four people. In the first courtyard, my grandson is in the 'Qiu' courtyard, together with two classmates."
"A brother Chang, the eldest grandson of Mrs. Chang, was born with a round face like a cake, and he was very warm to others, but his mouth was broken. Within two minutes after moving in, eight gossips were spread, like a trumpet became a master."
Zhuang Wang said in his heart: You still have the face to say that other people's mouths are broken, I think you should slap your mouth the most.
Seeing that he was rarely in a good mood, Wang Jian filled his water glass with discernment, and then lifted the pot. Seeing that the smile on Zhuang Wang's face turned cold, he sneaked a glance at the white jade board.
I saw Xi Ping wrote: "The other brother Yao is the son of Tai Shiling, the concubine's younger brother of the concubine. This brother was so frightened that he ran to the toilet seven or eight times a night when he learned that he lived in the same hospital with his grandson, and almost escaped. Pulled into noodles. My grandson feels guilty and uneasy, and I will definitely get closer to him in the future."
King Zhuang twisted the white jade slab with his fingers: "The prince's brother-in-law..."
Wang Jian hurriedly said: "Ever since Marquis Chengen Zhang was convicted, the East Palace has become more and more low-key. The concubine's background is not high, and the Yao family is even more cautious. The second son of Yao who was sent to Qianxiu Temple this time has been unknown in Jinping City. It's not a flamboyant temperament."
King Zhuang said "Oh": "I know, although that bastard Xi Shiyong is very annoying at home, you don't have to worry about him being bullied when you go out... It's good that he can hold back and don't cause trouble for me."
Wang Jian said with a smile: "Your Highness, don't worry, among the disciples selected for Qianxiu Temple this time, there are very few lineages of the major surnames. Except for the Fourth Highness and the Ninth Highness, there is only Lin's son. Lin is the Fourth Highness's mother's family, so I don't think he will be with him." What is he arguing for? The Ninth Prince is young and has a weak temperament. There is no suspense about the choice of the inner sect this time. The Fourth Prince is considerate and considerate. With him there, other people will not have any big troubles in life. Besides, he has friendship with you in the mortal world Very good, I will definitely take care of Gu Shizi for you."
"It's hard to talk about it. Zhou Xi knew from a young age that he wanted to enter the fairy gate and not be with us and other mortals. It's just for the sake of his mother and concubine that no one can offend him." Zhuang Wang said, "But he It's really not a reckless person... huh?"
Bai Yu was almost full, and although Xi Ping's chatter was still unfinished, he had no choice but to end it here. After asking the whole family how he was, he added a sentence on the corner: "Pang Dutong of Tianji Pavilion and his grandson are very close, and I will send it to you." I hired a servant who is half human and half puppet, this matter is a long story, I will talk to grandma in detail tomorrow."
"Pang? Pang Wenchang?" Zhuang Wang raised his eyebrows at the word "Fate"—no wonder they clearly removed Xi Ping from the candidate list, but the Yongning Hou Mansion still received a recruitment invitation, "It's him? "
"This huge man is a famous smiling tiger. He doesn't eat hard and soft, and doesn't buy anyone's face. How many people with big surnames want to curry favor but can't find a way." Wang Jian said, "Since the son has entered Qianxiu Temple, in the future When you come back, there are nine out of ten chances that you will enter the Tianji Pavilion. This is the end of the matter, if you fall into his favor... it would not be a bad thing."
King Zhuang always thought it was a bit strange that a lone wolf like Pang Jian didn't sound like he would give someone away as a "servant".
But having said that, the majestic Tianji Pavilion's right deputy commander, crushing a mortal to death is similar to stepping on an ant nest, so it shouldn't be possible to use any tricks on a young disciple... right
"During the Dragon Boat Festival, don't forget to prepare a gift for Pang Dutong."
Wang Jian agreed, "It should."
The little fish on the white jade started to swim by itself, erasing Xi Ping's writing and drawing on it, and the old lady began to reply.
King Zhuang put it down and said to Wang Jian, "The envoy of Chu State has arrived today."
Wang Jian hurriedly sat upright: "For the train?"
"Well, Your Majesty is determined to lay out land transportation. The mazes in Dawan can't satisfy his old man's appetite. This time, he plans to go directly to Dongheng of Chu State." Zhuang Wang said, and returned with a cold expression. The close proximity of the white jade seems to be able to dispel the frost and snow between his brows for a moment, "Dong Hengxiang's family is deviant, but they hit it off with him."
Wang Jian thought for a while: "What about the water transport?"
The smoke from the steam muddied Jinping's sky, and also blew up the pockets of Water Transport. A grand canal, with so many big families sticking to it to suck blood, how can there be room for the "Tengyun Jiao" running on the ground to get a share of the pie
"Water transport? Heh, I wish the envoys would grab the land with their heads before they left, saying that the railway tracks 'pass through mountains and forests, hinder Fengshui, and harm the country', so I need to ask the Xuanyin Mountain Immortal to judge." Zhuang Wang smiled. , "Sun Yuqing of the Water Transportation Department is really a talent."
Wang Jian shook his head and said: "The Sun family is greedy, and they have both sides. They had previously flattered Cheng Enhou, but once Cheng Enhou fell, he wished he could get rid of the relationship with Donggong."
Before he finished speaking, he saw a cold smile in the corner of King Zhuang's eyes.
Wang Jian: "What does the lord tell the students to do?"
King Zhuang reached out his hand to his lips, turned his head and coughed a few times: "When the railway track from Jinping to Yuzhou was built, there was a incident where corrupt officials seized the people's cultivated land and sold it to the court at a high price, remember?"
"Yes, a few people were dealt with without pain and pain. The court took all the land, so naturally it was impossible to return it." Wang Jian said, "You mean..."
"Tengyunjiao is indeed majestic, but these people have no land to live and live in. How can they live in the future? It's pitiful." King Zhuang sighed softly as if blowing dust off fine porcelain, "Give it to grandson." My lord, please remind me, don't let him think about complaining to Nan Sheng every day—isn't there a ready-made 'right way'?"
Wang Jian understood what he meant, and after answering, he said, "But your lord, your majesty has always been as hard-hearted as a rock, and a handful of people who lost their land may not be able to stop him..."
"What did I stop him for? What does it matter if he wants to allow traffic or boats?" Zhuang Wang wearily flicked his sleeves, "That's the prince's business."
"Prince? How could the prince go into this muddy water?"
"That's up to him." Zhuang Wang played with the rough clay cup on his fingertips, his voice was barely audible, "After all, the prince... besides the name 'Boren', what else is there."
Speaking of this, he supported his head, and accidentally glanced at the white jade beside him.
Mrs. Xi has already babbled a lot in huge words, and the old grandmother's instructions are nothing more than three, "Eat enough and wear warm, don't cause trouble", nothing new. Zhuang Wang took a look, and was about to look away, but saw the old lady write: "I don't want that scarecrow, it looks like a monster, and I bump into it at night to bluff people. It would be good if the immortal sect taught how to make alchemy and medicine, you are for the sake of the third prince." , you should be more careful."
Zhuang Wang was stunned for a moment, his eyelids trembled slightly, as if his eyes were burned by the old lady's words. After a while, he turned the close hand upside down and waved at Wang Jian.
In the Qianxiu Temple, Xi Ping, who finished communicating with his grandmother, put away the white jade and forced himself to lie down and go to bed early.
Qianxiu Temple is located in the outermost valley of the Xuanyin Mountains, where the green pines and cypresses become billowing blue waves. There are no beeping machines, no noisy gears, and there is not even a chime bell in the house. There is only a half-foot-square sapphire calendar board hanging in the disciple's room. It is a unique fairy artifact. Every day at the turn of midnight, the calendar board will automatically change the date and solar terms, and the day will be cloudy, rainy and snowy.
It was so quiet in the mountains that Xi Ping was a little bit picky about his seat, and had a dream all night, and the revived tune rang in his ears again and again, and he spent the whole night in mourning.
At that moment, the calendar board on the wall suddenly emitted a dazzling white light, and then, a thunderstorm exploded in the hut, shaking the beams of the house.
Xi Ping was so shocked by the thunder on the flat ground that his three souls were scattered, and he got up in a frenzy, fumbling all over his body, making sure that no parts were struck by the thunder, and then looked at the calendar tablet in shock.
The date on the calendar card rolled to April 16th, and there was a line of flashing gold characters under "The sky is bright and the air is clear, the clouds are drooping green", silently urging him: "Clean up your appearance, at three o'clock, Qiankun Pagoda has morning class. "
Usually at this time, the young master has not yet laid down to sleep.
Also sorting out the grooming... sorting out the remains is almost the same.
Xi Ping practiced meditation in front of the calendar for a while, then slapped himself straight on the bed, and was about to go back to sleep.
Unexpectedly, just as his face touched the pillow, another strong light erupted on the calendar card, and the second thunderbolt fell, as if it had struck Xi Ping directly on the head. Xi Ping's ears were already more sensitive than others, so he was almost deafened by this blow, and his drowsiness completely disappeared.
"Ah—" he howled violently, thumping the bed and shouting, "Come on! Come on!"
After howling, he leaned against the head of the bed with his hands and eyes closed, waiting for someone to dress and comb his hair.
But after waiting for a long time, the clothes did not automatically wrap around him. Xi Ping opened his eyes impatiently, and found that the bedroom was quiet. Crouching in the corner, watching him.
Only then did Xi Ping remember that this is Qianxiu Temple, and there are no servants anymore.
Xiao Ban is short-spirited and short-witted. It can't be said that he doesn't understand human language at all, but he doesn't understand it deeply-according to Xi Ping, his intelligence level is similar to that of his third brother's poor cat.
Pang Jianjing was talking nonsense, not to mention delicate tasks such as dressing and combing hair, even making the bed and sweeping the floor could not be counted on.
Xi Ping didn't think about how to deal with him for a while, so he had to throw the little thing into the study with his anger: "Go away, don't get in the way."
It's not a big deal to dress and wash, but combing his hair by himself will cost him half his life. Before he can do it, Chang Jun's voice from the same courtyard came from the door: "Shi Yong! Are you leaving? It's too late Class is over! Hurry up, hurry up!"
Brother Changzui stuttered, Xi Ping took out his pocket watch and glanced at it. In fact, he felt that he had a lot of time.
However, Brother Chang was so anxious that he wanted to scratch the door, so Xi Ping had no choice but to stuff his hair into the crown of his head indiscriminately. He didn't care how much he pulled off, but wished he could escape into the empty door and shave his head clean.
He only had time to pick up the map when he was dragged away by Chang Jun from the same hospital.
Chang Jun: "Have you brought the asking sign?"
Xi Ping was puzzled: what are you doing with it
Before he could answer, Chang Jun said nervously: "It's okay, I brought a dozen, and there are some replacements if the writing is scrapped. Let's go to Daotong, it's the first time I use talisman paper, I'm afraid it won't work, so I'll try a few more times." Times... hey, there!"
Xi Ping looked up in the direction of his finger, and saw several classmates chattering around a rice boy.
"The morning class is at Qiankun Pagoda. 'Qiankun Pagoda' has to be written in block letters, neatly... Be careful not to go out of the frame!"
"Okay, okay, hurry up! Stick it on!"
"Don't surround the rice boy, it will lead us away if it blocks the road, spread out."
Chang Jun pulled Xi Ping into the crowd: "Great, they have found the leading rice boy, let's follow!"
Before he finished speaking, he saw the rice boy with the asking sign on it moving slowly—under the watchful eyes of everyone, the scarecrow took small steps like a lady, as if he was afraid of stepping on an ant, and walked along dignifiedly. The path moved westward.
When this lotus walk reaches the Qiankun Pagoda, they will probably be able to catch up with the New Year's Eve dinner.
Xi Ping: "..."
The disciples collapsed with an "Aww", only then did Xi Ping realize that, except for himself who had brought a map, the rest of them only had wayfinding signs in their hands.
These people are really good, so clear that they can't read a map, so why do they believe in the so-called "immortal artifact"
"Don't count on it." Xi Ping quickly glanced at the map, and took out his experience in finding the way when Man Jinping was driven to run by Hou Ye with his family law, "Follow me."
"May I ask which family this brother is from?"
"Brother, do you know the way to Qiankun Pagoda? Is there an elder in the family who works in Qianxiu Temple?"
"Could it be that this brother has other fairy artifacts that guide the way?"
Xi Pingxin said that if you just follow along, you won't be able to find them even in the north, so where is all this bullshit coming from
However, it was only the first day after he came here, and Master Hou's exhortation "don't look for trouble" was still in his ears, so he held back and let Chang Jun introduce his name and name to everyone.
All the disciples may have also heard of the "famous" Yongning Hou Shizi, and they were silent for a moment strangely, and then "admired for a long time" in different tones.
But this group of headless flies who don't know their way have no choice at this time, and they have to fly with them if they have a fart. They trailed behind Xi Ping and rolled towards the Qiankun Pagoda.
Qianxiu Temple has been quiet for ten years, and when such a gang was attracted, the birds scattered and startled, and angrily dropped a few puddles of "heavenly dung", fertilizing the slowest sick seedlings at the end of the team.
Just when they had seen the plaque of Qiankun Pagoda, Chang Jun suddenly screamed out of breath: "No, no, the rice boy is about to strike the gong!"
Everything in Qianxiu Temple follows the ancient rules, the bell rings at the hour of Chen, the drum at Shenzheng, the watch at midnight, and the thunder at Maochu. Other important timings—such as the morning class on the third quarter of Maochu, when the rice boy beats the gong to tell the time.
The valley is full of sound, and the sound of a gong can spread all over the surrounding area.
It was too late and then it was too late, Xi Ping walked over briskly, and snatched Daotong's gong and hammer without any explanation.
Daotong watched helplessly as a group of young men rushed over like a torrent, bewilderedly picking at the gong and circling.
A group of people rushed into the Qiankun Pagoda in a thrilling manner. Before the master Xianzun came, Xi Ping gasped for breath that was choked in his throat.
He put the gong hammer into his arms, looked around, and randomly found an empty seat to sit on. Before the butt touched the chair, the person next to him stood up and moved his place as if avoiding the plague.
Xi Ping looked up, yo, it's the prince's brother-in-law.
The brother-in-law's name is Yao Qi, his mother died early, and his aunt didn't like to see him. Although he was not abused, he didn't get any good education. More than ten years ago, Empress Zhang's lineage fell to the ground, and the Zhang's family tree of Marquis Chengen, who used to be so beautiful in the past, fell down and scattered the monkeys, which also frightened Lord Yao's courage.
Although Mr. Yao is just a little Tai Shi Ling, he is humble and worried about the distance. He always feels that Cheng Enhou's head rolled three feet away is a lesson from the past. Since the eldest girl in the family married the prince, Mr. Yao has to review the story of Zhang's extermination every day before going to bed.
In the words of the Marquis of Yongning, the whole family of the Crown Princess is in good spirits.
Yao Qisheng was born in the godly Yao family. He looks timid and thin like a girl who hasn't reached her age yet. The accidental selection into Qianxiu Temple had already frightened him half to death, and when he came here, he learned that he lived in the same courtyard with the Xi family's children, and his vision was even darker.
The crown prince is the heir apparent, and the king of Zhuang is not born well enough, so neither of them will participate in the immortal selection. Under Emperor Taiming's knees, there are only these two adult princes who remain in the mortal world. One is the legitimate eldest son, but is burdened by his biological mother, and the other is the son of a noble concubine who is well-behaved and well-loved. Even if they have no rivalry, others will not let them go.
The reason why the Crown Princess's family and Xi Guifei's family are not as powerful as fire and water is because both sides are relatively useless and have no "potential"... It doesn't mean that they can coexist friendly.
Yao Qi stayed up half the night the first night, imagining how Xi Ping, the demon king of the world, would persecute him, almost spent the night in the latrine, and climbed to the Qiankun Pagoda early in the morning, seeing that the lingering ghost was about to float towards him again, reacted Inevitably bigger.
Maybe it was too empty, he stood there clumsily, and knocked down the hard wooden chair with a "boom", everyone was startled by him. The candidate disciples whispered suddenly and fell silent, and several eyes fell on Yao Qi and Xi Ping inexplicably.
Yao Qi was not used to being the focus of attention, and his face turned red, but Xi Ping was crazy on his own.
The dandy of the Xi family smiled indifferently, and said with a sly smile: "It's late, brother Ziming, you slept in the same courtyard with me all night, and your innocence is long gone."
All the disciples roared with laughter when they heard the words of tigers and wolves. Young Master Yao couldn't believe that there is such a shameless person in the world, they were dumbfounded and wanted to die of shame and indignation.
"Okay, okay," at this moment, a handsome young man in a brocade robe stepped forward to smooth things over, and stopped Xi Ping and said, "Zi Ming is young, Shi Yong, stop teasing him. Come and sit by my side. The two of us I haven't seen you for many years, and we played together when we were young."
The young man was in his early twenties, with delicate features, and his outline was somewhat similar to that of King Zhuang. He was Zhou Xi, the fourth prince born of Concubine Lin's Concubine Shu.
His Highness the Fourth Highness didn't feel good about it, so Xi Ping sat down with him, and before he could say hello, he heard an indifferent voice coming from the back door: "It's quite lively."
It was... the voice of a child who hadn't changed his voice, but he had to draw a long voice in a dull voice, probably to show his own vicissitudes, and deliberately brought the old man's unique vibrato, which sounded particularly harsh, like a cleanse Early old eunuch.
The entire Qiankun Pagoda fell silent, and those who laughed out hurriedly stuffed their exposed gums back into their mouths, and Xi Ping was pulled by Zhou Xi.
"Don't look," Zhou Xi reminded him in a low voice, "Luo Xianzun doesn't like people looking directly at him."
Xi Ping was at a loss, thinking that this "Luo Xianzun" is some kind of big girl who treats no evil
After listening to the persuasion, he suppressed his head and did not raise his head. For a moment, he heard rustling noises coming from around him.
There are forty or fifty stone steps in the middle of the Qiankun Pagoda, and a high platform on the top, from which one can look down on all the disciples. Out of the corner of his eye, Xi Ping caught a glimpse of a large sky-blue sleeve passing by him, the cuff almost hanging to the ground.
This Luo Xianzun flung his opera costume that looked like "water sleeves", climbed onto the high stage unhurriedly, squeezed his throat and roared: "Which bastard took the rice boy's gong and hammer away? Hand it over!"
Xi Ping's buttocks were firmly planted on the chair, thinking: Hehe, guess what.
As soon as the thought came to him, his ribs were hit hard by a hard object, and the gong hammer hidden in his bosom directly tore open the skirt of his clothes and flew out, almost stabbing Xi Ping's chin.
Xi Ping raised his head violently to avoid the gong and hammer, and saw Luo Xianzun on the stone steps—that fairy was actually a boy who looked only eleven or twelve years old, with his facial features drooping unhappily, and the two next to him As tall as a rice boy who fanned him!
No wonder the sleeves drooped to the ground.
Raising his hand to catch the hammer, Luo Xianzun's cold eyes fell on Xi Ping's face: "Boy, what's your name?"
The corners of His Royal Highness's eyes twitched slightly, showing a horrible expression.