Sword of Coming

Luan Juzi and Old Man Gaoguan walked back to the White Jade Palace together, and climbed directly to the twelfth floor. There were two straw pods placed on the ground. They were ordinary things that ordinary people could afford, but they were not something that could help Qi practitioners sit still and concentrate. Magic weapon, after the two sat opposite each other, the old man surnamed Lu asked with a smile: "When did you ask Qi Jingchun for advice on building Bai Yujing?"

Luan Juzi smiled and shook his head: "No. If I hadn't said that, God knows whether that weird-tempered Ah Liang would have hacked us all to death without saying a word."

The old man Gao Guan was stunned on the spot and asked doubtfully: "Isn't this enough?"

Luan Juzi laughed heartily and said: "Of course I am joking, Ah Liang should not be such a person. However, what I said later did not lie to him. Ah Liang, Qi Jingchun's hard work has indeed remained in the Dali Dynasty, and he is very important to the Great Li Dynasty. He has high hopes for the future of Da Li and Aquarius Continent. I believe that A Liang himself knows this in his heart. Otherwise, Qi Jingchun would not be here to build that cliff academy. Although he is in Da Li, he has high hopes for all the scholars of Aquarius Continent. Teaching and giving lectures. Most of the scholars who went out from Cliff Academy have died of old age, and some are still alive. All these reading seeds, their teaching, teaching and doubts to the next generation of reading seeds, can be regarded as carrying Qi Jingchun's hope. "

Luan Juzi paused for a moment and asked: "Do you really think these scholars really don't have any resentment about Qi Jingchun's death?"

The old man Gaoguan was silent, and finally said slowly: "Under that situation, Da Li can only choose the lesser of two evils."

Luan Juzi chuckled, and he was just like a dragonfly skimming the water on this matter. He stopped talking and immediately changed the topic, "In my opinion, the root cause of today's turmoil that has left you and me broken is actually not in Dali because I wanted to take the opportunity to establish my authority, so I launched that siege against him. With A Liang's level of cultivation, and his character and temperament when he traveled all over the world, he didn't care about such 'little things' at all."

"I don't know what Ah Liang thinks."

Old Man Gao Guan sighed, "But what you didn't say just now, to me, is that in the final analysis, the knot in that person's heart is still Qi Jingchun's, because Da Li faced the kind of pressure from all directions and didn't. I chose to stand up and say some fair words for Qi Jingchun. In addition, as soon as Qi Jingchun left, Shanya Academy was cancelled. The tea cooled too quickly after Qi Jingchun left, and there was a suspicion of robbery. But you and I know it well. As far as Emperor Dali is concerned, this is a truly wise move. If it were an ordinary emperor or monarch, I don’t think he would even feel a little bit guilty. I would only think that this is not a matter of course."

"Having said that, if we put ourselves in his shoes, the two of us and Da Li Xingshi took the initiative to fight this fight. In A Liang's eyes, it doesn't look like a qigong practitioner from the lower fifth realm showing off his power, as if he wants to fight with you and me. A desperate attitude? And this little guy is so confident that he has the chance to win."

The old man with a high crown raised his hands and sleeves, changed his sitting posture slightly, and said with a wry smile: "I tell you this, why do you feel a little funny?"

Luan Juzi laughed and said: "If one day, there can be people like us, well, people with a certain status, talking about something that the two of us have done, can be amazed by it, and be willing to Just cheer for it.”

Old Man Gao Guan lamented: "In the past, if Bai Yujing could successfully build the thirteenth floor, there might be some hope, but now it's difficult."

Luan Juzi said with emotion: "I wonder who among Da Li's children will have the most unexpected achievements in the future."

The old man Gao Guan smiled and said: "I bet on Song Mu. What about you?"

Luan Juzi smiled and said half-seriously, "I bet on the little girl Wang Zhu. What do you think?"

The old man who was born in the Lu family of the Yin Yang family shook his head and said with a smile, "A branch can stand alone, but it cannot become a forest."

Luan Juzi also shook his head, noncommittal, remembered something, and asked: "Didn't Qi Jingchun also accept some students and disciples in Lizhu Cave? For example, that Zhao Yao? It seems that in addition, the Aquarius Continent military strategist and the Taoist sect are also competing for each other. Give birth to a child named Ma."

Old Man Gao Guan said calmly: "We'll see. I just hope that we two bad old men can survive until the end of the troubled times."

The maid Zhigui has been staying on the tenth floor of Baiyujing and has never left.

When no one was paying attention, she climbed up to the window sill, curled up, leaned back, turned to look south, glanced at the sky, and then looked at the south, repeating this process without getting tired of it.

You just like to reason with ants, and even when you come to me, you also like to talk about your great principles. You live a more boring life than anyone else and die more miserably than anyone else. This guy who seems to know you very well is very different from you. He doesn't take all of us seriously at all. He is very cool. But why do I still think you are better?

But I think it’s good to be happy and to know what’s going on. As for how to really behave in the world, you still have to be like this strange guy.

The girl finally narrowed her golden eyes and said with a smile: "Hey, I don't seem to be a human being?"

She was stunned for a long time, and after a long time, the girl stretched out a finger and wiped her cheek under her eyebrows.

On top of the capital city, the atmosphere was tense between two former allies.

The woman in palace clothes said sharply: "Cui Chan, you knew that person from the beginning, right? So in order to please him, you deliberately opened the gate of the capital and let him fight all the way to the white jade capital?! What are you doing? A capital crime! Even one death is not enough! Do you think you will be better off after I am beaten into the dust? Have you lost your mind? "

Cui Chan, who presented himself as a Confucian scholar in blue shirt, said calmly: "If I don't withdraw from the capital formation, do you believe that besides my fate being worse, people will definitely die before Bai Yujing? Instead of like now, at least No one died."

Cui Chen sneered and said: "I know that now the meaning of Song Jixin's existence is gone and has lost its use value. Anyway, your other son, well, he is my good student, is no longer needed to do what is most likely to happen." The owner of Bai Yujing is afraid of the destruction of his sword, so I guess you want this kid to die early and be reborn."

The woman smiled sweetly and said calmly: "How come the Imperial Master is telling lies with his eyes open?"

Cui Zhang no longer struggled with this topic and said: "The famous talisman sword in the capital, the 'talisman' that no one can pull out, was originally used as a white jade sword according to Mr. Lu's suggestion. Luan Juzi felt that the flying sword on the 13th floor of Beijing was inappropriate. As the final sword on the 13th floor, it was not heavy enough. Secondly, Longquan County, formerly known as Lizhu Cave Heaven, needed to consume two magical weapons. As the cost of splitting the huge dragon-slaying platform, the royal treasury is really stretched thin. It just so happens that the 'talisman' is known as the toughest one. If you are lucky, it can withstand three attacks from the Sword Immortal."

The woman frowned and said, "Cui Chan, what exactly do you want to say?"

Cui Han thought to himself and said: "Unexpectedly, the dragon-slaying platform is too huge. When I drew the sword twice, the sword body was like the ice cracks on the dragon kiln porcelain in a small town. The sword element inside was shattered and completely lost the possibility of repairing it. Our emperor Your Majesty was heartbroken, but he didn't hold anyone accountable. Then, seemingly on a temporary basis, he simply gave it to a woman named Yang Hua, who was the maid beside you, but at the same time he ordered that woman, Become the river god of Tiefu River. So, my dear, you have lost a right-hand man, right?"

The woman in palace clothes smiled and said: "You want to say that His Majesty is giving me a reminder?"

Cui Chan said sarcastically: "Your Majesty, your Majesty has always been smart and smart."

The woman in palace clothes sneered again and again.

Cui Chan clicked his tongue and said, "Why don't you think about the fate of our Five Sacred Gods?"

Her originally fair and tender face suddenly turned pale.

The woman fell into deep thought, like a chess player starting to review the game.

Cui Chang didn't disturb her thoughts.

Emperor Da Li originally hoped to take advantage of the Li Zhu Cave's fall from the sky to elevate the lucky Piyun Mountain to the North Mountain of Da Li Dynasty in one fell swoop!

But this creates a very embarrassing and subtle situation. Today, the five mountains of Dali are all located to the north of Piyun Mountain.

Although at that time, no mountain gods raised any objections, the location of these mountain and water gods was like the "halfway up the mountain" between the Dali Immortal's home and the rivers and lakes, like a majestic pass at the waist of a country. During this time, the situation became undercurrent. Many sect caves, pretending to be faithful men and women, ordinary pilgrims, literati and poets, visited the Five Mountains. They did not talk about incense and important matters, but only talked about romance, while the low-level mountain and water gods around the Five Mountains all fell into silence.

In the end, for some unknown reason, Emperor Da Li, a man who was extremely arbitrary and authoritarian in certain important matters, suddenly changed his mind and withdrew this important decision that was related to the fate of the country and his destiny.

But by chance, a stranger appeared in Dali who dared to kill two dead masters.

Emperor Da Li's always resolute and iron-fisted character led to this massive hunting and suppression. Because the situation involving Da Li's southward march will determine how many fewer Da Li soldiers will die during the future southward journey. Otherwise, Da Li's soldiers will die. The Li Dynasty has an inherent barbaric impression in the entire East Aquarius Continent. The rolling torrent of the Great Li Cavalry is rushing south, and there are destined to be river pillars. Those mountain gods with eyes higher than the top, for various reasons, I will definitely come and try for myself how fast Da Li's sword is, how powerful Da Li's iron cavalry is, and whether it is really qualified to be on an equal footing with them on the mountain.

Of course, Da Li also has its own Immortal Family forces, and there are many who are attached to the Song Dynasty on the surface, especially secretly, but this still cannot stop those practitioners who are attracted to the flames. The most fearful ones are those rough-skinned and erratic qigong practitioners who specially select ordinary soldiers of Da Li to kill them indiscriminately, with a hammer here and a hoe there. The key is to run away decisively after killing them. What should the Da Li court do?

So the White Jade Jingjian Tower came into being and began to surface little by little. The first people to know this great secret were the twelve mountain and water gods, this group of "own people" outside the Li capital.

If the Song Dynasty of Dali wanted to use Piyun Mountain as the North Mountain, and all the five mountains had their title removed, even if the Emperor of Dali gave five vague hints in private, plus a different and clear promise, there is still a suspicion of burning bridges. The silent posture of the five people was barely reasonable. After all, it involved the incense, golden body and the foundation of the great road. Who dares to easily believe what is said verbally or on paper?

Then taking action to resist and kill the enemy has become a matter of great justice. Those twelve people have shared the honor and disgrace with Zuo, the country of Da Li, and there is no reason to shirk the blame.

In all of this, until the actual fight with the foreign swordsman, there was actually nothing wrong with it.

I am afraid that even the six Dharma Prime Ministers who had been seriously injured and their true bodies left in the mountains and rivers did not think there was any problem at all, because the secret order given to them by Emperor Dali clearly stated that they were to kill the first person. A monk in the tenth realm and possibly the eleventh realm, that's all.

Even after the fight, the same is true.

Although the final outcome is obviously extremely bleak and embarrassing, it seems that the Great Li Dynasty, from His Majesty the Emperor himself, to the builders of the White Jade Tower, to the six righteous gods of mountains and rivers, are all losers. But all this was because no one, including Emperor Dali, expected this enemy to be so powerful. Even in the end, when the truth is revealed to the world, it will even give people the illusion that Dali is still glorious despite its defeat.

But Cui Yi, who was standing at the top of the city at this time, was really frightened.

Because in the midst of losing money, the Emperor of Great Li achieved part of what he wanted to achieve.

Among the Five Sacred Gods, only the Zhongyue God, who had always been loyal to the Song family of Da Li, and Beiyue, who was in the most embarrassing situation before, were able to preserve their true form. The other three were completely wiped out, their cultivation level plummeted, and they were almost reduced to ordinary people. The mountain god, lingering on for a while, has lost the courage and confidence to compete with Emperor Da Li on changing the name of the mountain.

The truly terrifying subtlety is not this, but that in his early years, during a chess game with Emperor Da Li, Cui Han had a very lively conversation. After being asked about it, the always talkative Imperial Master of Da Li said: I have some experiences, one of which is about the monarch appointing his ministers. Sometimes, you might as well use those who have made mistakes and been beaten, and you can even reuse them, because after the pain and long memory, you will be extra obedient.

Therefore, among the five mountains, excluding the Zhongyue Zhengshen, the other four mountains in the southeast, northwest, and one day, as long as the aftertaste of this tragedy is chewed up, most of them will start to feel resentment towards Emperor Dali. Only Jiu Beiyue, who was the first to take the wrong side, Gods will only create more fear.

Before today, Cui Yang would have been willing to tell her all these subtle opportunities, but at this time, he no longer planned to suffer the disaster with her.

He, Cui Yi, could endure some of the dirty things this woman had done. After all, it had nothing to do with him. The more ruthless his allies were, the harder it would be for his enemies. Cui Yi would not be stupid enough to persuade this ally to have a bodhisattva heart. Cui Yi's ability to reach this point certainly did not rely on his kindness. But His Majesty the Emperor, assuming the hunt was successful, it might have been just a matter of knocking, but now the situation is very different.

This empress, who really had no sense of womanliness, asked the Lu clan general to remove Song Yuzhang's head and secretly put it in a wooden box for emergencies.

Targeted at whom? Naturally, it was his son Song Mu, or Song Jixin who grew up in Mu Ping Lane.

Of course Song Yuzhang deserves to die. The construction of the covered bridge involved a huge scandal in the Song royal family. The idea of ​​making up for it with merit does not make sense here. After Song Yuzhang returned to Beijing, he served as an official in the Ministry of Rites for a period of time. Before he could sit down, he was appointed by the emperor to go to Lizhu Cave. In name, he was more familiar with local folk affairs, which would be beneficial to the issue of ennobling mountains, rivers and rivers. In fact, Song Yuzhang knew it well. Obviously, this gave him a relatively dignified death. He was not killed suddenly in an official residence in the capital, nor was he executed on a random charge.

Song Yuzhang still went to death calmly.

Even though he thought that Song Yuzhang was an out-and-out loyalist, he could not deny that he admired the nerd's honest nature.

Cui Chan privately believed that a dynasty's temple always needed two things, the inconspicuous stepping tiles and the pillars and columns that supported the palace.

Song Yuzhang belongs to the former.

His imperial master Cui Chan, the vassal king Song Changjing, and the six chief officials all belonged to the latter.

But this woman actually "collected" the head, crossing His Majesty's bottom line for the first time.

So there was the matter of the confidant general named Yang Hua who was forced to serve as the Iron Fu Jiangjiang God. In fact, although the palace maid was indeed gifted, under normal circumstances, she would never have been in such a hurry. With the diligence and shrewdness of Emperor Da Li , will definitely make better use of her potential.

The empress still bit the bullet and tried her best to make Song Jixin the master of Bai Yujing. She was recognized by the twelve flying swords and walked up to the first floor.

It seems like the mother is making amends to her long-lost biological son. In fact, it's not that simple. Song He is her true love, and she has high hopes for him. After all, she spent time together day and night, watching her grow up little by little, and everything went smoothly for her. A man far away in Lizhu Cave, crawling around in the back alleys full of chicken excrement and dog excrement, the secret book of His Majesty the Emperor Later, she tried to take a peek once at the earliest, but was severely punished. It was probably at that time that her grief for the eldest son turned into giving up. In addition, Song Mu in the Great Li Sect's house clearly wrote He died young, his name was scratched out with a red pen, which was shocking.

As for whether there is suffering and pain deep in her heart, Cui Chan doesn't know, and no one knows.

As for why and how she used her eldest son Song Mu as a stepping stone for her younger brother Song He, Cui Chan was not interested in those unknown bloody details and mental journey.

The woman in palace clothes smiled and said, "I already know where I went wrong, but do you, Cui Chan, know that?"

Cui Yi held his back with one hand, patted the wall of the arrow stack with the other hand, and said slowly: "I know, I opened the capital formation and opened the door to welcome the enemy. Although the original intention is good, I can let that A Liang see our Dali." Sincerity and concession, but I am still in a dilemma.”

The woman looked at the Imperial Preceptor with pitiful eyes and gloated: "His Majesty the Emperor's life is also a man who supports the dragon. Can he put it on the gambling table without permission?"

Cui Han nodded and said, "That's true."

The woman said with "good intentions": "The majestic Imperial Master of Li, the former first disciple of Wen Sheng, if at this time, you shed tears of regret, maybe our Majesty will be lenient to you."

Cui Chan said with a smile: "I am a poor person who has fallen many times. I can endure the pain and the loneliness. Your Majesty, you are different. You were born in a family of bells and whistles, and you have been accustomed to living like an immortal since you were a child. Life may be a little difficult."

The woman's face was gloomy, and she finally broke her skin and asked directly: "Are we going to break up?"

Cui Xuan said calmly: "The friendship between villains is like a sweet relationship. We use the benefits to make friends, but when the benefits are exhausted, they break up. Why is it strange? Why, your Majesty, don't you think that we are the gentle friends of gentlemen?"

The woman gritted her teeth and said: "Okay, okay, if you are cruel, then you have to ask the Emperor to beat me to death with a stick, otherwise..."

Cui Han waved his hand and said: "Don't scare me with your words. Your Majesty knows very well what kind of character I am, Cui Chan. The mountains are high and the waters are long. No one can say what will happen in the future. As long as your Majesty can get through this, Cui Chan will naturally be willing to cooperate with you." You make an alliance. If you can't survive, don't worry, I won't add insult to injury. I understand a little about His Majesty's thoughts, and I will never do anything that harms others and does not benefit myself."

It was rare for a woman in palace clothes to say something sincere, "Cui Chan, you are a terrible person."

Cui Chan smiled and said nothing.

But there was no reason to think of that familiar figure.

Cui Chan, who once studied under the old man when he was still a young man, would often see the sword-wielding knight coming to the old man's side. One would talk about the principles of saints and the other would talk about interesting things in the world. The two of them were just talking like chickens and ducks. Many years later, Cui Chan insisted on going his own way. He refused to recognize his mentor and rebelled against him. After that, he did a series of things, including bullying his teacher and destroying his ancestors, and killing his brothers and brothers. Cui Chan never regretted it, and he did everything for the sake of the great road!

But losing that person's friendship and making Cui Chan feel so cold and indifferent also felt regretful, so regretful that he felt a little regretful.

But if Cui Han is given another chance to make a new choice, it will be the same and nothing will change.

On the road, after taking the first step, there is often no way out.

At this time, at the top of the city, before Cui Han's words could reach the ground, a golden-feathered eagle came through the sky.

It suddenly stopped on top of the arrow stack.

Cui Yi took a step back and lowered his head slightly. The woman in palace clothes quickly turned sideways and performed a graceful Wanfu.

It stared at the woman.

A clear and tender child's voice said, "Song Zhengchun said, let you go to Changchun Palace to practice. When will you reach the upper five realms, you can leave Changchun Palace and return to the capital. But during this period, you are not allowed to talk to anyone. Human interaction. At the same time, you will immediately transfer all the files in Zhuye Pavilion to Cui Guoshi. You just need to practice with peace of mind."

Cui Chan bent down and bowed: "Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty."

It turned its head and looked at the Great Li Imperial Master, "Song Zhengchun told you not to follow suit again. The things I said to you back then were only three, and I want you to cherish them."

Cui Yang nodded without any extra words.

The woman in palace clothes only asked one question, "Can Mu'er and He'er go to Changchun Palace to visit me from time to time."

It nodded and said: "Of course. Song Zhengchun also said that Song He should stay in the Yangxin Room to continue studying. If you feel lonely on the mountain, you can take Song Mu to the Changchun Palace to practice Thunder Technique. Everything is up to you. "

The woman's eyes wandered uncertainly.

It was still a little impatient, "Song Zhengchun finally wants me to tell you that Da Li's national strength was damaged because of that person. This matter is his own decision and has nothing to do with you. You don't need to think too much."

The woman in palace clothes was about to cry. She raised her head and looked towards the direction of the palace. This moment was really full of charm. She said softly and tremblingly: "Your Majesty..."

Its voice suddenly became sharp, "You bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, vixen, get out of the capital quickly, I've been putting up with you for a long time!"

The woman in palace clothes smiled and asked, "Is this what your Majesty also said?"

It snorted coldly, flapped its wings and flew high, disappearing in an instant.

When the golden eagle left, the woman in palace clothes stumbled, resting her hands on the city wall, her face turned pale.

Zhuye Pavilion was an espionage organization she had painstakingly managed. It was a shadow pillar of the Great Li Dynasty, almost her third son.

Cui Chan is a bit sad.

Killing people with no more than a nod of the head will cause pain in their hearts for eternity.

But even though Cui Chan now holds the power of life and death in Zhuye Pavilion, he is still not happy at all.

Because the boy's body that had regained the connection with his mind seemed to have completely disappeared.

Even the old man Yang chose to turn a blind eye and refused to send any news back to the Li capital.

The rapids and treacherous shoals of the Danjiang River are no different from the gates of hell in the eyes of ordinary people. Therefore, every time the boatman returns with his passengers, he must have gained a lot. With a bulging bag, he ties the boat to the river that runs through the town. When he gets off the boat, he is in a brothel where the singing and dancing birds are dancing. The restaurants are mixed with many small taverns selling cheap and low-quality liquor. Most of them are beautiful women soliciting business so that the boatmen can get drunk and rest. If the boatman can persuade the scholars on the boat to take advantage of the situation to go to the wine shop and brothel where they are familiar, there will be an extra large amount of income under the table.

Today someone hired another boatman to visit that section of the river where the stone forests were as dense as spears and halberds.

The boatman was a stocky man, about fifty years old, but he was still strong, with bulging muscles in his arms, and he was talkative. The customer who hired the boat was an old man, full of shabby appearance, so he did a good job and gave him not much, not much. With only ten taels of silver, he seemed to be at least sixty years old, yet he still had to travel alone, which made the boatman a little puzzled.

The boat was heaving with the waves in the rapids, and waves kept splashing on the two of them. The boatman looked at the old man turning sideways and holding on to the side of the boat with both hands, and felt a little laugh in his heart. Scholars, no matter their age, seemed to be like this. For example, the boatman really doesn't understand what those rocks in the water are worth seeing. Are they able to talk, or are they more beautiful than the women on both sides of the river in Hongzhu Town? Spending money to buy suffering is really confusing to scholars.

After the boat sailed out of the dangerous shoals, it came to the stable water surface of the Chongdan River. After the boatman briefly told the old story about the Empress Temple, he casually asked: "Old man, are you a foreigner? Where are you from, but our Dali In official terms, it’s okay.”

"My hometown is far away. I just like to visit the scenery, walk around and see things. I am carefree and comfortable."

"You always look young, so you should take it easy."

"It's okay, it's okay."

"Old man, let me ask you a question. Since you have traveled all over the country, you must have been to many places. So what do you think of the scenery in our Dali?"

"Very good, very good people."

"Is the wine in our Red Candle Town good?"

“It tastes good, but a little expensive.”

"Then our Emperor is very powerful, isn't he?"

"awesome."

"Are our Grand Master's chess skills better than those of Great Sui?"

"probably."

"Are we, the Great Li, the strongest in the north?"

"Sure, it's necessary."

In fact, except for the first question, the following series of questions were all the boatman deliberately teasing the old gentleman, because he found that the old gentleman was really a good and kind man, and he liked to nod his head and say the right things.

When he was about to land, he saw the old gentleman again with a sincere face and nodding vigorously. The boatman couldn't help but laugh, "Old man, you have a good temper, but you are also too nice. How can you only say nice things?" Yes. There are hundreds of scholars I have met before, big and small, old and young, but they all speak in a sour and refined manner, which makes people incomprehensible and makes people think they are very knowledgeable. Alas, it’s a pity for me I don’t have a good understanding, I haven’t been to a school, and I don’t have a teacher to teach me, so even if I want to interrupt, it’s difficult.”

"As long as you have the will, everything is not difficult." The old man laughed, and then asked: "By the way, have you ever heard of Mr. Qi from Shanya Academy?"

The boatman hesitated for a moment, sighed softly, and finally shook his head and said, "I've never heard of it."

The old man nodded and said with a smile: "Da Li is a little different. Why, I passed by a small border beacon with only two people, and an immortal fell down and begged for food. If it were another country, he would not be allowed to kneel. You kowtow and offer it with both hands, but your Dali soldiers are different. They straighten their backs and talk to the immortals. Of course, it is inevitable to have drumming in their hearts."

The boatman chuckled and said, "Dear me, old man, have you ever seen the gods? It's not a waste of time to travel all that way. You are better than me. Those foreign tourists all say that there are water ghosts and river women under our Chongdan River." Yes, but I’ve been boating for thirty years and I haven’t seen anything weird once.”

The old man smiled and said: "No, I have seen it. It's just that the temper of those immortals was a little bad. The two beacon soldiers were slapped each other and flew out. The tables and stools were all smashed to pieces. But There was an immortal who, after eating and drinking, dropped his gold ingot on the ground before leaving."

The boatman clicked his tongue and said with envy: "Wouldn't that make a fortune? If it were me, not to mention one slap, but ten slaps would be enough."

The old man nodded in approval and said, "You have a big heart, good things, good things."

The boatman suddenly asked worriedly: "By the way, those gods didn't embarrass you, old man, did they?"

The old man looked at the old man on the boat with a sincere expression and said with a hearty smile: "It's not embarrassing. It's not embarrassing."

After the boatman was relieved, he wanted to tease this interesting old gentleman again and asked: "Old man, do you want to drink?"

The boatman blinked, struggling to hold back his laughter, and whispered: "It's Huajiu, I can lead the way."

The old man's eyes widened and he held back three words, "Is it expensive?"

The boatman laughed heartily and planned not to tease the old man again, "It's so expensive!"

The old man had a battle between heaven and man, "It's okay, you wait for me when you get ashore, I will borrow money from someone, maybe I can borrow twenty or thirty taels of silver."

The boatman was stunned for a moment. After all, he was a kind-hearted person, so naturally he couldn't bear to take him to the gold-selling cave where money was spent like water. "Old man, I'm kidding you. The flower wine is boring. I want to drink it with a glass of wine." I just drank two to three taels of silver. I feel so distressed that I don’t even care about the taste of the drink. Let’s not go there. If you really want to drink, I will take you to a small wine shop on the shore. It is an authentic home-brewed wine in Hongzhu Town. Burning, the price is quite reasonable.”

The boat slowly docked. After the poor old gentleman stood up, he patted the boatman on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Words are good but deeds are evil. This is the national monster."

The strong boatman's face suddenly turned pale. He wanted to retreat, but was unable to move at all. He even wanted to jump into the water, reveal his true form and escape quickly, which was even more extravagant.

The old man then smiled and said: "The mouth cannot speak, but the body can act. It is a national weapon. I hope you can stick to your heart and do good."

The old man in the boat seemed to have an inexplicable aura of awe coming out of thin air. He wanted to speak, but couldn't say a word.

After the old scholar landed on the shore, he slowly left.

The boatman's eyes filled with tears. When he was finally able to move, he immediately jumped onto the shore, faced the old man's back, knelt down with a plop, and performed the grand ceremony of kneeling three times and kowtowing nine times.

According to legend, there are saints in heaven and earth, who carry the constitution of heaven in their mouths and follow the laws when they speak.

The old scholar asked all the way to the door of the Pillow Inn and asked if the young man named Chen Pingan was still there.

The postman asked him who he was.

The old scholar thought for a moment and said he was half the boy's husband.

As a result, the postman told him to get out.

For some reason, a handsome young man with a mole between his eyebrows has been staying in an old school these days, reading books every day.

What's even stranger is that the boy often cries with snot and tears all over his face while reading it.