After the assassination of the Zhong Mansion, all the light and shade in the mansion were still orderly, the general Zhong Shentong didn't even show his face, only Zhong Liang stood in the Lugui Bieyuan for a while, and asked the maid Liu Daogu a few words, After looking at the ground affected by the sword energy a few more times, there was no serious expression on his face. Seeing the burly Zhong Liang, Lu Gui heaved a sigh of relief. Although he didn't like this person's deviant behavior when he was young, sometimes he couldn't be thankful that he was not the enemy of the second son of the Zhong family. I can't see through it. When I and my peers were still studying hard at home in a private school, the young Zhongliang had already killed many people. It is said that he went to the Princess Grave before Jiguan, so that he missed the ceremony. When they got married, the bride was carried into the Chong family's mansion in eight palanquins, but the groom disappeared, full of bad deeds, which made the old man of the Zhong family so angry that he couldn't even catch a glimpse of him when the old man returned to the west.
Lu Gui felt relieved, apart from seeing the devil Zhong Liang sitting in the mansion, there was also an unknown reason. Regarding Zhonggui's sudden death, he had already heard what his daughter Lu Chen said, and he didn't believe it at all, but since Zhonggui had just died on the front foot, there were brilliant assassins who entered the government to target Zhongtan, which was equivalent to proving Lu Chen's statement. This is great news for the Lu family. Fortune and misfortune depend on each other, the daughter's disfigurement, the dark marriage, and the subsequent entry into the Qin Emperor's tomb. Once they return to the Southern Dynasty, the entire Lu family will get a generous reward. Thinking of his poor daughter, Lu Gui said something contradictory: "It's a pity that it's a daughter, but fortunately it's a daughter."
The family of Helian Wuwei, who holds the festival, is probably the only one who is worthy of the status of the festival, and it is probably the introduction of springs into the mansion to make a lake. The night is deep, but the sleepiness is light. Without the presence of Luoyang, the three men were very chatty, they were all rough people, and they seldom quoted scriptures. After talking, Xu Fengnian realized that in the eyes of Lao Chi Jijie, Xu Xiao's six sons and Chen Zhibao were well-deserved handsome talents, but then The two inferior generals, Chu Lushan, even before Yuan Zuozong, talked about this dead fat man who brought shame to the old man's defeat and capture. The old man who held the power of a state not only did not hold grudges, but managed to hide his appreciation, saying that Chu Lushan Running the army is harsh, especially good at leading a lone army deep into the hinterland of death. In the true sense, he is a lucky general and a fierce general who has survived all battles and survived all battles, with both wisdom and courage. Because of Xu Fengnian's age, he missed the national wars during the Spring and Autumn Period. As for Fatty Chu, he only remembered his smiling, white and tender face, which was so bloated that his eyes and neck could hardly be seen. screen. After hearing Helian Wuwei's praise today, I was shocked to realize that if Chu Lushan really turned against him, it seemed that there would be more troubles than Yuan Zuozong's secret wooing of Chen Zhibao.
Helian Wuwei took a sip of wine, his face was flushed, his skin was wrinkled like pine lines, and he looked more and more like an old farmer, "I heard that some wealthy sons and daughters practiced martial arts and eventually became masters, but I have never heard of a prince's son Achieve great climate."
The white-haired old man broke the stage and said: "This kid is lucky. He has leading masters like Jian Jiuhuang and Li Chungang. If I was young, I would have a Tingchao Pavilion, and I will definitely enter the first rank before the age of 18. With the guidance of an expert, Definitely reach the Zhixuan Realm before the age of thirty."
Helian Wuwei squinted and said: "If you came to be the son of Beiliang, you would have been reincarnated eighteen times already."
The old man stared angrily, Helian Wuwei was not afraid of his demonstration, so he didn't bother to pay attention. Xu Fengnian laughed at himself: "It's good luck. Taoism says that a man's innate endowment is calculated on the basis of eight from the time of conception. After the age of seven, eight, fifty-six, there is no anger at all, only the acquired energy is left." Support, so rich and noble old people believe in Huang Lao when they are old, and seek Taoism to cultivate longevity. It is often a luxury, and it is only a little bit to prolong life. Practicing martial arts is indeed very important to build a foundation before the age of eight. If you have not worked hard before the age of sixteen, Wanting to become a master is almost like dreaming. When I was a child, I also had the idea of becoming a top swordsman or a first-class swordsman, but it was delayed. Later, I attributed it to going to Wudang Mountain and being instilled in the Rhubarb by Wang Zhang. .In the final analysis, very few people rely on themselves, and most rely on family background."
Helian Wuwei shook his head, "I don't like to hear this kind of talk. I've been there and know the hardships involved."
The white-haired old man finally said something conscientious, "Actually, you still have some resilience, this old man is really embarrassed to deny it. But to put some cold water on you, you will never be able to catch up with monsters like Da Nian in this lifetime. "
Helian Wuwei scolded: "You are the one who talks the most bullshit!"
Xu Fengnian said with a smile: "In the final analysis, we should practice martial arts."
Lao Kui was stunned for a moment, and muttered: "The same virtue as Jian Jiuhuang."
Xu Fengnian didn't seem to have heard this sentence, and asked a key question: "Uncle Helian, will you agree to intercept the river this time, so that the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum will surface and reappear?"
Helian Wuwei squinted his eyes to drink, pondered for a long time, and then slowly said: "Old man, I didn't intend to take the bait, but after Da Nian came to the house, I changed my mind. Whoever is a cicada, mantis, oriole, or slingshot, just It depends on your own destiny."
Xu Fengnian suddenly smiled and said: "Uncle Helian, I have to learn from you in both military and political affairs, and how much I can learn is how much."
The old Chijie said frankly: "I don't hide it. I have no children or daughters under my knees. I have saved some ink and knowledge, but I can't bring it all into the coffin. It was agreed in advance that if you really want to learn the scriptures, you still have to follow me." Let's take a walk together, I don't know much about the things in the book, and I'm not willing to teach you."
Xu Fengnian nodded with a smile, and the old man muttered, "You officials and those who will be officials don't have a moment of leisure. It's more boring than practicing martial arts."
The old and the young looked at each other and smiled, talking about military affairs to Lao Kui, what is it if it's not playing the piano with a cow
While drinking, Xu Fengnian silently calculated in his heart, like playing a chess game.
The Princess Tomb is divided into two, and the big idea is Luoyang. It sounds like there is no other force to drive after the guest Qing Helian Wuwei is removed. It is also impossible to blatantly mobilize the strong and powerful control Bi army. Fortunately, there is a white-haired old man named Chu Kuangnu who will personally get involved in the situation without accident.
Xiao Nian Tou, who colluded with Zhong Liang, should at least turn a blind eye to the opening of the emperor's mausoleum, and it is even very likely that he wants to get rid of the shackles of the eight-hundred-year-old spirit guard.
Needless to say, the Zhonglu and Chuan families even visited Xihe Prefecture in person, even a power minister on the same level as Helian Wuwei.
In addition, it is not yet clear whether there will be messy hills that come from profit-seeking, but it is certain that there will be, and it should not be underestimated.
Xu Fengnian was forcibly tied to a thread by Luoyang. The amount of effort he contributed depends on the severity of the situation. According to Xu Fengnian's original intention, it is safe not to wade through this thankless muddy water. For those who climb up and down, they are really not interested in secrets and treasures. To fish in troubled waters, one has to work hard only if the fisherman likes to eat fish.
A mess.
Xu Fengnian frowned and drank slowly.
Helian Wuwei glanced at it, smiling old and playful.
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Liangchan Temple is the most expensive temple in the world, and the presiding monk Nagarjuna is even more respected as the head of Buddhism. But in fact, when I went there, I realized that it was far inferior to some temples on famous mountains in prefectures and counties. , especially the residence of the old presiding monk Nagarjuna, which is very simple, no different from the villagers in the countryside at the foot of the mountain. It is a solid thatched hut. I can only hear the gurgling stream in the distance, but I can't see the stream water. Old chickens and new tree fences in the corner of the wall, if you walk a few more steps, you may step on a few piles of chicken manure. There is an ancient cypress behind the house, and there is nothing mysterious about it. , under the shade of the tree, there is a large water tank. Under the lead of the presiding officer, the monks of the two Zen monasteries practice practically and do not regard farming as a shame. Every time the monk Nagarjuna returns from working in the evening, he will go to the water tank to wash away the soil. A lot of silt was deposited at the bottom of the vat, but I heard that a famous person in the south of the Yangtze River used the mud to make a famous pot, which was widely circulated. At this moment, a man and a woman stood in front of the water tank and whispered to each other. The old abbot went out of the temple and went down the mountain to fight with people in Beimang, thousands of miles away. These chickens and ducks had to be fed, so they were handed over to these two young adults on the mountain. The older children, they often play here anyway, they are most familiar with the way, the old monk is very relieved, the young monk is wearing a brand new and clean jade-colored cassock, the two temples and Longhushan Tianshifu It's different, even if you are rewarded by the court, you don't like to wear purple. The little monk's cassock is already a specification that few eminent monks in the temple can wear. However, the handsome little monk with red lips and white teeth has a melancholy expression on his face, and his words are full of hesitation, " Li Zi, someone came to the temple again to beg for the dirt in this big vat, do you think we will give it?"
The girl reached out to stir up a jar of clear water, rolled her eyes and said, "No! There's no reason in the world for a guest to come to the door and take things for nothing, so shameless."
The little monk frowned, "But as long as the old host has mud, he will agree every time."
The girl stared and said: "The old host is not here at the moment, I am in charge, I have the final say!"
"If master and wife know about it, they will say that I don't know how to treat guests."
The girl's bright eyes lit up, she was triumphant, she thought she had found a good compromise, "Why don't we sell it to that person for a tael of soil and a tael of silver?"
The little monk is a dead-headed person who is not enlightened, obviously not so smart, he looks embarrassed, and dare not refute the girl, so he has no choice but to stay silent.
The girl thought for a while, and said solemnly: "It seems a bit too deceitful to sell one tael of mud for one tael of silver. Forget it, no matter how much he steals, we only want him for one tael of silver. You must be smarter when you go out. Since we are in our own family, we still have to be kind. Look at the last time we went to Beiliang Palace, Xu Fengnian was very generous with us, that's called grandeur, and I can't be stingy anymore."
The little monk North and South grinned brightly.
Miss Dongxi withdrew her hand from the water tank, and whispered: "When you go back to my mother, father, and the old host, you can't say that I earned a tael of silver, remember?"
The little monk smiled naively, and thought of a stupid way to avoid lying, "When the mud is sold later, I went to the mountain and drove all the chickens and ducks back into their cages, but I didn't see anything."
Miss Dongxi rolled her eyes, "When you get older, you must be stupid. How can you become a Buddha and burn relics?"
The little monk touched his bald head, a little embarrassed.
Just as Dongxi girl was going to do business with a famous Jiangnan scholar who had the cheek to stay in the temple and refused to leave, she saw a tall monk in white swaying slowly towards her, her eyes crescented into crescents, she trotted over, and called out to her father. The little monk who was learning how to crow and lure those old chickens back to their cages also raised a smile. The monk in white rubbed his daughter's head and let her go about her own business. The little girl was innocent and carefree, giving stupid Nanbei a Don't talk about the leaking eyes, just skipped away. Stupid Nanbei is not stupid at all, he just glanced at his master's expression and knew something was wrong, so he stopped the antics of driving the chickens back to the coop, Li Danxin, a monk in white, hesitated for a moment and said: "Your master's master can't quarrel, fighting is even worse." No, I have to go out, when I'm not here, take care of some plums."
Ben Nanbei nodded vigorously, and then asked: "Master, do you know?"
Li Xiaoxin smiled and said: "Listen to her for small things, and follow me for big things. This is how I have come here all these years."
Stupid Nanbei turned his head away, thinking that since he could remember, he had never seen a major event where he listened to his master, but not all of them listened to his wife.
The white-clothed monk stroked his big bald head, knowing what this stupid apprentice was thinking, he laughed and said, "Isn't it a big deal this time?"
Ben Nanbei asked cautiously: "Master, can you go back to the temple with the old abbot?"
The monk in white sighed, "I don't know."
The little monk from the north and the south went after Li Zi without saying a word, and came back with an angry girl in a while. The monk in white smiled helplessly. There were four people in the family. The idiot always turns his elbows towards them.
The little girl put her hips on her hips and said, "Father, you are going down the mountain, why didn't you let me know."
The monk in white sneered and said, "I'm afraid you won't allow it."
Miss Li Zi's face quickly turned dark and sentimental, and she was about to speak when she knew her father, but Li Xiaoxin shook her head and said, "Li Zi, you can't go."
The little girl's face was gloomy, she looked down at her toes, as if hiding her red eyes, and asked, "Mother agreed?"
The monk in white hummed.
Miss Li Zi approached him, tugged on the cuffs lightly, "How about I go ask mother for some money?"
"No, save to buy rouge and gouache, dress up beautifully, just think about the plums at home, and just thinking about it will keep you from being cold or hungry."
"Bragging again. By the way, Dad, there are many big bald and old bald men in the temple who can fight, why don't you call me to go with Dad?"
"No, Dad walks fast, they can't keep up."
"oh."
"Father is not at home. If you are bored, you can go down the mountain with Nanbei for a walk. Haven't you been to Tai'an City, the rouge there is good. Father has no money, but your father's master's abbot's room has a lot of good things. It is worth selling things, which is much more profitable than selling the stinky mud in the water tank, just like the futon that the old abbot used to meditate on.”
"That's not good?"
"What's wrong, turn around and let Beinan weave a new one."
"Hey, let's go, and also, you are not allowed to hook up with those girls who throw themselves into your arms, and make mother angry."
"How can it be? In Daddy's eyes, apart from Li Zi and your mother, there are no other women."
On the way up the mountain, many pilgrims saw a monk in fluttering white clothes.
Some young women and women subconsciously glanced a few more times.
Li Chungang, the young sword god who wears a wooden horse and a cow for a hundred years in the rivers and lakes, is really romantic. The white horse and the white clothes were still too safe, and the emperor personally welcomed the horse into the palace. At that time, Li Danxin was really romantic.
Far away from the Liangchan Temple, there is no one around, and a white rainbow sweeps across the sky.