Sword of Coming

Chen Pingan's trip to Qingxia Island came and went in a hurry.

In fact, whether Gu Can leaves or stays has nothing to do with the overall trend. In fact, Chen Ping'an can't change much now. There are some things behind the scenes, whether it's the actions of Su Gaoshan in Da Li, the changes in Shujian Lake, or the plans of the monks from Gongliu Island. , as long as Chen Pingan is not willing to leave the central part of Aquarius Continent, it will be the same wherever Gu Can is.

But Gu Can himself is willing to stay on Qingxia Island and guard the Spring Court Mansion, which is the best.

Chen Pingping sailed away.

After landing in Lutong City, the ferry passed by Furong Mountain where the founder's hall had been demolished. When the fire dragon appeared, its arrogance was soaring, no less than that of the loach that poured water over the river. Anyone with a high enough level in Shujian Lake could They mistakenly thought that Gu Can's enemies from the Dao would show up and a fire and water fight would break out, but they didn't expect that the group of foreigners who were rumored to be Da Li Nianganlang chose to stop and leave.

However, people did not miss the excitement afterwards. The woman in green, who was shrouded in mist and aroused suspicion, and a strange young man with a mole between his eyebrows teamed up to kill the Nine Realm Sword Cultivator of the Zhu Ying Dynasty. It is said that not only The physical body was reduced to food, and even the Nascent Soul was detained. This meant that the two "old monks" with "the color of a young girl" had a lot of energy during the pursuit, which was even more frightening.

There is a huge difference between defeating an Earth Immortal and killing an Earth Immortal.

After Chen Ping'an landed, he retrieved the horse from the inn, went to the back alley shop to buy a few meat buns with thin skin and lots of fillings, had a hearty meal, and then hurried to Shihao, which borders Meigla Country. On the southeastern border of the country, the pass is named Liu, and it is famous in history. There are different opinions. Some say that the founding emperor of the Zhu Ying Dynasty once successfully saved the man who was known as "half of the effort" here. The counselor of the Han tribe, also said to be the most powerful Nascent Soul sword cultivator in the history of the Zhu Ying Dynasty, was disheartened and could not gain enlightenment here. In the end, he was still unable to become a sword immortal in the upper five realms. He wrote on the cliff with his fierce sword energy. The word "stay" means that the troops will be dismissed with regret. This makes the sword cultivators in the central part of Aquarius Island and many swordsmen in the rivers and lakes regard this small pass in the vassal country as a sacred place in their hearts. They will all go there and look up at the cliff. "Leave behind" the style of the word.

Before autumn, Chen Pingan rushed to Liuguan after a long journey and met Zeng Ye and Ma Duyi who had been waiting for a long time.

Seeing the familiar figure of Mr. Chen riding a horse, Ma Duyi and Zeng Ye were obviously relieved.

At first, the two of them felt quite comfortable without Chen Pingan by their side. Inside Zeng Ye's bamboo box was carrying the Hell Hall of Hell. In times of crisis, they could reluctantly bring out a few of the cave realm ghosts "hand-picked" by Chen Pingan. Walking in the world of Shihao, as long as they don't show off, it's enough. So Zeng Ye and Ma Duyi were free and uninhibited at first, but as they walked, there was a bit of noise, even if they just saw the Dali scouts wandering around. , I was scared. At that time, I realized that it was very different whether Mr. Chen was around or not.

With Mr. Chen here, the rules are indeed there, but one person and one ghost can at least feel at ease.

Zeng Ye and Ma Duyi also talked about that feeling in private, but they couldn't explain the reason. They just felt that it wasn't just Mr. Chen who had a high level of cultivation.

When they were staying at the scenic spot in Liuguan, they looked up at the big characters on a cliff like a knife. They also discovered that Mr. Chen went to Shujian Lake alone, and after returning, he became more and more worried.

Chen Ping'an also noticed this. After thinking about it, he looked back and said frankly to them: "Before coming here, I took two jade tokens and wanted to see Dalisu Gaoshan, but I couldn't."

Zeng Ye didn't think deeply about it, but felt a little disappointed for Mr. Chen.

But Ma Duyi knew very well that the clouds and waves were treacherous, and there must be danger hidden there.

Chen Pingan tried his best to use a calm tone and said with a smile: "There are many things, if you leave them alone, you will never know the answer. As long as you make a choice, there will be good and bad, and now you are the bad one." As a result. Not only did we fail to see Su Gaoshan, we might not be able to scare the snake away, but we will definitely be concerned about this Great Li general, so we must be more careful in the future. If any of you inadvertently discover the Great Li on this journey of Mei Glaze Country, Li's accompanying monks should just pretend not to have seen it, don't worry, we won't be in danger of our lives."

Although Zeng Ye nodded, he was inevitably worried.

But Ma Duyi was as broad-minded as heaven and earth, and said with a smile: "As long as I don't get chased by the big Li cavalry, I don't care. Just watch if you like. Not a single copper coin can escape from us."

Chen Ping'an said helplessly: "It would be nice if your two personalities complement each other."

Ma Duyi glared, "Mr. Chen, please don't mess with the mandarin duck book. I don't like Zeng Ye."

Zeng Ye smiled naively, but he didn't dare to say that he didn't like Ma Duyi either.

Under the cliff, there are only a few merchants from Shihao and Meiglai who need to pass the customs, and most of them are young. They hope to use this as a capital to show off after returning home. As for the elderly merchants and old Jianghu , I have read the word "stay" on the cliff countless times, and I really can't leave them behind.

Just as Chen Ping'an and his three cavalrymen turned their horses, a group of swordsmen from all walks of life came on horseback. They all dismounted, took off their swords, and bowed respectfully to the word cliff.

Among them, the old man, for the rest of the young men in the cavalry, spoke loudly and impassionedly about the historical origins of the monuments here, and of course he had to say a few kind words for their sword wielders. The young men and women were all in high spirits and excited when they heard this.

Most likely they are from a martial arts sect that left their master's sect and came to the martial arts sect to gain experience.

Chen Ping'an could naturally see the depth of the old man. He was a five-level warrior with a fairly good foundation. In a vassal land with a small territory like the Meigla Kingdom, he should be regarded as a famous figure in the world. However, in addition to meeting the old swordsman, If you have a great opportunity, otherwise there will be no hope for the six realms in this life. Because of the exhaustion of Qi and blood, it seems that there has been a root cause of disease, and the soul is wandering, making the bottleneck of the five realms more and more indestructible. As long as you meet a younger martial artist of the same realm, you will naturally respond. There is an old saying about being afraid of young people.

When we encounter each other by chance in the rivers and lakes, we usually pass by each other and then ride away.

The old man turned his head and looked at the backs of the three knights. He saw a slender girl with slightly longer eyebrows and asked: "Master, the one wearing a green shirt, wearing a sword and hanging a knife, at first glance, he is from our Jianghu, is he A hidden master?"

The old man smiled and said: "If you don't wear a green shirt and wield a sword, you must belong to the Sword Immortal."

They mounted their horses one after another and continued on their way through the border.

The Meigla Kingdom is relatively stable, but the neighboring Shihao Kingdom is in chaos. Previously, an upright official from the Shihao Kingdom who had long-standing friendships with his sect sent a secret letter saying that a powerful official from the Shihao Kingdom was The eunuch wanted to eradicate him and implicate the innocent. The innocent and loyal minister who was as famous as "Wendan Yushi" in the temple of Shihao Kingdom confessed in the letter that he was willing to stay in the capital and be buried for the country. He wanted to teach the barbarians of Dali to know that there were still a few people in Shihao Kingdom who were not afraid of death. Scholars, but I hope that these friends in the world can escort the children of the local family to take refuge in the Mei Glaze Kingdom, so that he can go on the road with peace of mind.

After passing Liuli Pass, the place where the horse's hooves stepped was the territory of Shihao Kingdom.

There was a sentence in the letter written by that official, which was written in a very heavy handwriting. When this old warrior and his fellow martial artists circulated it, they were all moved with emotion. So this time, he led his disciples to risk their lives and brave the rivers and lakes. No turning back.

"The Han family is mellow. The emperors of all dynasties have valued literary figures. They have nurtured scholars for two hundred years. They have never treated scholars badly. We, the scholars, should not let anyone be ashamed of the Han family."

The old man sat on the horse, sighing in his heart. The Great Li cavalry is also pressing down on the Mei Glaze Kingdom's army. The sky is huge. Is it so difficult to find a place for the people to stay and a safe place for the scholars?

This old man who was used to seeing the ups and downs of the world had an ulterior thought deep in his heart. It would be better if the barbarians of Da Li conquered the Zhu Ying Dynasty as soon as possible. After the chaos, there might be an era of great rule. The opportunity, no matter what, is better than the few iron cavalry of Dali, just like a few knives that opened the hole for Zhu Yingfan's vassal country, they have been cutting the flesh with blunt knives, cutting here and there. The people who suffer are not the common people? Not to mention anything else, the Da Li barbarians treat the territories of various countries within the reach of the horse's hooves. They are merciless on the battlefield and kill so fast. But if you really want to move your eyes north, the whole smoke has gradually dissipated in the treasure bottle in the past few years. In the northern part of the continent, countless people who fled have returned to their hometowns one after another. The Dali civil servants stationed in various places have done a lot of personal things.

It's just that these bastard words are destined to be wrong as soon as they are uttered, so the old man can only pour it on himself with swigs of old wine.

Over there, three horses are galloping.

They are still helping the ghosts and ghosts fulfill their various wishes, and Zeng Ye and Ma Duyi are in charge of the porridge and medicine shop, but Mei Glaze Country is still relatively stable and they don't do much.

The world is in chaos, the world is not good, and the people are ignorant, terrified, but helpless.

Chen Ping'an and the others encountered a strange thing by a stream in a deserted countryside. A group of strongmen who fell into the trap of cutting grass turned into bandits and frowned at a middle-aged Taoist priest lying on a boulder in the water.

A skinny, middle-aged Taoist who came from a side sect of Taoism in the Zhu Ying Dynasty. Now he is in the cave realm. He originally thought that the world was in chaos. As a Taoist priest, he should go down the mountain to save the people. He never expected to meet a linen warlock who was proficient in physiognomy. He was indeed a The master looked at his face and said that he was a poor man who died young and lived a life of hunger and cold. The middle-aged Taoist priest was so sad that he began to wait for death.

The group of horse thieves who had fled from Shihao Kingdom had just made a deal and got a lot of money. They stopped their horses by the stream. When they saw such a weird man who wanted to die, they almost killed the middle-aged Taoist with a knife. Unexpectedly, the Taoist was very happy and begged the man to use the knife faster, but the young horse thief was muttering in his heart and did not dare to use the knife. The Taoist wanted to die, so he gave a lesson to the strong men who were accustomed to robbing families and homes, and talked about retribution for blessings and misfortunes. After all, in the eyes of the people at the foot of the mountain, he was a god of the middle and fifth realms, and a genealogy master, with knowledge and eloquence. There were still some, but it didn't make anyone evil, but it frightened the horse thieves from the boss to the minions. They all looked at each other and in turn persuaded the middle-aged Taoist not to commit suicide.

So Chen Pingan encountered such a scene.

The horse thieves no longer had any intention of killing people and stealing goods, and they didn't think the three horsemen were easy to bully, so they deliberately turned a blind eye.

Chen Ping'an didn't care. He stopped the horse to rinse the horse's nose, started a fire to cook, and did whatever he had to do.

The middle-aged Taoist would not kill himself when he saw the horse thief. With his body in the cave realm, he could die for a while but could not, so he just lay on the stone and waited for death.

If the horse thieves were interested in seeing the money of those three people, the middle-aged Taoist would certainly stop them. They would just think that before they died, they would accumulate a small amount of karmic virtue, give birth to a good child in the next life, at least live longer, and continue to practice Taoism.

Chen Ping'an was squatting by the river with his rice bowl in hand, and there was almost a meal there.

An angry young horse thief caught Chen Pingan's gaze and glared at Chen Pingan: "What are you looking at? I've never seen a hero eating before?!"

A leader of horse thieves kindly went to the stone and handed a bowl of rice to the middle-aged Taoist. He said that it was not a problem to wait to die. It was better to eat when there was thunder. When there was thunder, he went to the top of the mountain or under a tree to wait. Try to see if there is any possibility of being struck by lightning. Then it will be settled and clean. When the middle-aged Taoist heard this, it seemed to make sense, so he thought about buying a big iron chain from the market. However, he still didn't take the bowl of rice. He said he wasn't hungry and started to talk again, trying to persuade the horse thief to have such kindness. Why not just be a good person and stop being a horse thief? With the chaos in the mountains now, wouldn't it be better to become a bodyguard?

The leader of the horse thieves was a little moved. He took his rice bowl, left the boulder in the river, and went back to join his brothers.

Chen Pingan found it interesting.

After picking up the rice in the bowl, Chen Ping'an tiptoed and floated towards the boulder. Wearing a green shirt with fluttering sleeves, he landed next to the middle-aged Taoist in a casual manner.

The young horse thief almost spit out a mouthful of rice, but was slapped on the head by the horse thief leader, "What are you looking at? You haven't seen any heroes in the world?!"

Chen Pingan sat cross-legged on the boulder and said with a smile: "Why is this Taoist seeking death?"

The middle-aged Taoist was actually a kind man. He closed his eyes and whispered softly: "If you die, you will die. The road is hopeless. What's the point of not dying?"

Chen Pingan said with a smile: "Do you know, Taoist Master, that there is a 'serious scripture' that is highly respected by the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism? Well, it is the ancient book that is known as the first of all the scriptures. There is a saying that the Great Dao is fifty, the sky is Yan Sijiu, how can one escape?"

The middle-aged Taoist nodded, "The number of Dayan is fifty, and its use is forty-nine. We say that one is born, two is born, and all things are derived."

Chen Ping'an said: "When demonic obstacles come, it is particularly difficult for those who practice Taoism. Even if you have millions of soldiers, it is difficult to evade the enemy in your heart."

The middle-aged Taoist sat up and lamented, "I understand the truth, but I am just a caveman with mediocre qualifications. How can I dare to hope that the great road will be with me? I am really trembling. After thinking about it, I still can't break through the barriers in my heart. I can only I place my hopes on the next life.”

Chen Pingan glanced at the horse thieves in the mountains over there, nodded and said: "Indeed, it is easy to break the thieves in the mountains, but it is difficult to break the thieves in the heart. It's all the same."

The middle-aged Taoist forced a smile and said, "I appreciate your kindness."

A skinny middle-aged Taoist and a haggard young man met by chance in the mountains and rivers.

The two parties stopped talking and said goodbye without any more verbal exchanges.

The horse thief was relieved, especially the young horse thief, who felt that he had just been in a circle of hell.

Zeng Ye couldn't understand the middle-aged Taoist's thoughts. As he walked away, he asked softly: "Mr. Chen, are there any people in the world who are really willing to wait for death?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "On the road of practice, there are all kinds of strange things. That Taoist, if you follow the Buddhist teachings, you have to commit suicide first before you have a chance to drink. Otherwise, no matter how eminent a monk you are, you can't knock him out with a stick. Becoming a Buddha immediately will only make people feel numb and cry out in pain. Well, you two, have you ever heard of a Buddhist koan? An eminent monk said that the heart is like a mirror, which must be wiped diligently at all times to prevent dust. Another one said, "There is nothing in the first place, so how can it cause dust?" Do you think there is any difference between these two gathas?"

Zeng Ye shook his head and said, "I don't understand this."

Ma Duyi smiled and said: "Of course the latter is higher."

Chen Pingan sighed softly: "The Buddhist intention is that the latter may be higher, but the former is a ferry that the Han people can ride on. People who want to cross by themselves put down the bamboo shoots in their hands, stand up and land, and finally get out of the boat. Only at that step can we say that we have realized the latter. Gradual enlightenment is the foundation of sudden enlightenment. There is actually still a sequence here. In life, the mirror of the heart is covered with dust. If it is not wiped off, it will accumulate dirt and become dull. How can there be any A child of the Buddha who is born to reach the other shore directly.”

Chen Pingan smiled and added: "Both gathas are good and correct. The reason why I am chatting with you is because when I traveled to Qingluan Kingdom before, I heard scholars talking about Buddhism on the way, and I was very disdainful of the former. , only praises the latter, and a few miscellaneous books similar to literati's notes also like to treat the former with hidden derogatory meanings, which I think is a bit not good."

Ma Duyi smiled and said: "I rarely heard Mr. Chen talk about Buddhism before, but it turned out that I have been involved in it for a long time. Mr. Chen is really well-read and I admire him very much..."

Ma Duyi made a face and said, "No, I can't even speak anymore."

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "This shows that your flattery skills are not enough."

After three rides, they saw a scenic spot with a fairy spirit. It was a deep pool without an owner. In autumn, it was already as cold as the severe cold season. On the stone wall, there was a sentence carved in the local county annals that cannot be traced. The carvings on the vermilion cliff read, "The ancient wall is decorated with colorful dragons with gold tails, and the rainman rides into the autumn pool." The three of them looked up and saw that there were indeed some traces of painting on the wall, and the posture of the dragon was vaguely visible, while the pool water at their feet was green and disappeared. Any fish or shrimp.

Chen Ping'an withdrew his gaze and reached into the pool. Feeling the coolness, he remembered for no reason the Ruan's shop built on the riverside in his hometown. He was attracted by the gloomy water transport in the Longxu River. This deep pool is actually suitable for Tempering the sword's edge, but for some reason no immortal sword cultivator is cultivating the Tao here. Chen Pingan suddenly withdrew his hands. It turned out that the cold air in the water was not pure. It was mixed with a lot of sinister and filthy air, like a mess. Although it would not immediately hurt the body, but without the word "pure", it was a bit... Far away, no wonder, this is a taboo for monks in sword refining.

There must have been stories here in the early years.

It's probably like the Flying Eagle Fort and Upper Balcony in Tongyezhou.

After that, Chen Ping'an traveled far to the Meigla Kingdom, walking through the countryside and prefectures. There would be children who were not used to seeing horses and would hide in the depths of the reed flowers. From time to time, you can also encounter seemingly ordinary traveling wild cultivators, as well as lively wedding processions beating gongs and drums on the streets of the county town. After traveling thousands of miles and traveling across mountains and rivers, Chen Ping'an and the others accidentally came across the ruins of a barren tomb overgrown with grass, and discovered an ancient sword with only the hilt submerged in the tombstone. Unexpectedly, thousands of years later, the sword's aura was still strong. It was a decent spiritual weapon, but it had been on the verge of disintegration without being warmed and nurtured over the years. Ma Duyi wanted to leave it alone. It was an ownerless thing anyway. After some polishing and repairing, it might be able to be sold for a good price. price. But Chen Ping'an didn't agree, saying that this was a magic weapon used by Taoist priests to suppress the Feng Shui here, so that it could suppress the evil and evil energy and prevent it from spreading to all directions and becoming a disaster.

Ma Duyi was a negative thing, so he couldn't see it, he just didn't care, so he smiled and said: "Then I pulled out the ancient sword. If a demon really shows up to cause trouble in the deserted grave, let's simply slay the demon and get rid of the demon. We got the spiritual weapon and saved it." If you gain merit, isn’t it the best of both worlds?”

Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "Old accounts are so confusing. How do you know that there are no difficulties or twists in it?"

Ma Duyi complained a little, "Mr. Chen is good at everything, but what he does is too uncomfortable."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Children who are not strong enough can smash rice bowls and porcelain, which is a kind of convenience. Zeng Ye can do it, but the horse thief, Zeng Ye can kill at will. You can do it too. Of course I am better." easy."

Chen Pingan said with emotion: "The gathering of people's hearts is a very scary thing. The ancient temple is lonely. If a person walks into it, burns incense and worships Buddha, he will feel awe, but if it is noisy and crowded, he may not be afraid. To put it more extreme, It was forbidden to cut gold leaves on the Buddha's body, but someone just started it and it was done."

Riding a horse through the mass graves, Chen Pingan suddenly looked back and saw no one or ghosts around.

Once, he stopped his horse to rest by a lake deep in the mountains. Zeng Ye picked up pebbles and floated them in the water. Ma Duyi chose a secluded place alone, took off his boots, stretched out into the cool water, stretched out, and smiled. There happened to be a dragonfly lingering. If you don't go, fly up to the jade and scratch your head.

Ma Duyi stopped moving, wanting it to stay a little longer.

In the distance, there was a young woodcutter carrying a bundle of firewood on his shoulder. He happened to pass by nearby, stopped and looked at her longingly, mistaking her for a fairy. The young man fell in love with her, but felt ashamed of himself.

Ma Duyi stretched out his hand to chase away the dragonfly, turned his head, stretched out his hand to twist the fox fur at his temples, intending to suddenly open it and scare the dumbfounded country boy.

As a result, Chen Pingan threw a pebble at her finger and flicked it off.

Ma Duyi turned around angrily, her legs dangling, causing countless splashes.

The boy ran away quickly.

He didn't plan to tell his peers in the village that he met such a beautiful fairy sister by the lake, so he just kept it in his heart.

In a prosperous county town, even Chen Ping'an, who was accustomed to strange things, found it eye-opening.

There was a scholar who was drunk and running wildly. His clothes were not covered, his breasts were exposed, his steps were swaying, and he was very heroic. He asked the book boy to carry a bucket filled with ink, and the scholar used his head as a pen to "write" on the street.

There are servants at the end of the street, with buckets filled with well water around them, just waiting for their master to finish going crazy so they can clean up the mess.

It wasn't really a tiring job, but they were always looked down upon. They were so angry at that bookworm master that they dared not speak out.

After asking the common people, he turned out to be a county captain with a great reputation and official status.

Chen Ping'an led his horse to a stop on the street, and saw the county lieutenant fell down on the road exhausted. He turned around and saw the young man smelling of alcohol, with wine stains and ink stains all over his body. The smell was extremely weird, and he could see him holding the palm of his hand He slapped the street hard and laughed loudly: "I use calligraphy to respect the gods. I dare to ask the gods if they have the courage to give me some advice? Where are the sages of the ages? Come, come, have a drink with me..."

The young man suddenly started wailing, "I once saw the princess fighting with the bearer in the capital, and I accidentally learned the true meaning of calligraphy. I saw the princess holding flowers in the temple, and I also learned the divine meaning of calligraphy. Your Highness, princess, you should take a look at the words I wrote for you. .”

Zeng Yecuo said in astonishment: "Mr. Chen, I don't recognize a word of what this guy wrote."

Chen Ping'an held back his laughter, pointed to the street, and said softly: "I write poems about girlfriends in cursive script. As for the content of the cursive script, the sentence I just finished writing is the bright moon shining through the window screen, and the autumn waves are slipping away. Let's drink together with you." Liquor. Well, he probably imagined the love poem he wrote for himself in the tone of the woman he loves. But these words are really well written. They couldn't be better. I have never seen such good cursive and regular scripts. I have seen masters of cursive script, but this is my first time doing cursive script at this level."

At the end, Chen Ping'an said: "Don't think that the county captain is talking nonsense. His words really have divine meaning. That is to say, the spiritual energy here is weak, and the door gods and ghosts cannot survive forever. Otherwise, we really have to show up to see him." , bow down to him."

Chen Ping'an suddenly laughed, led his horse and strode forward towards the bookworm and infatuated man who was drunk on the street with tears in his eyes, "Let's go buy copybooks with him, as much as you can! This deal, Guaranteed profit without loss! It’s infinitely better than you working hard to pick up the slack! But the premise is that we can live for a hundred or hundreds of years.”

Zeng Ye and Ma Duyi looked at each other and felt that Mr. Chen must have lost his mind and gone crazy.

Chen Ping'an came to the scholar who was lying on his back and asked with a smile: "I have wine as good as the immortals. Can I buy some words from you?"

The man's eyes were blurry and he shook his head, "Begging me?"

Chen Pingan smiled and nodded, "Please."

The man suddenly burst into tears and cried, "You are not the princess, what do you want me to do? What do you want me to do? Come on, come on, I won't sell you a word, not a word."

Chen Ping'an turned to look at Ma Duyi. When everyone's attention shifted, he flicked his wrist and took out a pot of Shuijingxianren brew from Fengweidu. He loosened the horse's reins, opened the mud seal, and squatted down. He handed the jug to the scholar and said, "Whether you want to sell it or not depends on you drinking my wine. If you still don't want to drink my wine, just treat it like I respect the cursive calligraphy you wrote on the street."

The man sat up, took the jug, raised his head to pour the wine, drank it all in one breath, threw away the empty jug, stood up unsteadily, and grabbed Chen Pingan's arm, "Is there still wine?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "There are still more, but not much left."

The man said happily: "Let's go to that shabby government office. I'll write for you. You can have as much as you want, as long as you have enough wine!"

Ma Duyi rolled his eyes.

What about the integrity of scholars?

Zeng Ye was a little happy. It was rare to see Mr. Chen in such a happy mood.

When they arrived at the government office, the scholar pushed away the messy books on the desk and asked the boy to get some rice paper and spread it out while polishing ink. Chen Pingan put down a pot of wine in the scholar's hand.

On the walls, there are crazy cursive writings that even the sober readers cannot recognize.

The scholar drank wine and burped, and asked: "Tell me, what do you want me, a lunatic, to write? Which wise general, minister, minister, and minister do you want me to write? Forget it, I don't want to know, what do you want to write, no?" Count, I can write whatever I want.”

The falling paper produced clouds and smoke, and the whole hall was filled with thunder and lightning.

Scholars really write whatever comes to mind, often with countless numbers written in one stroke. Zeng Ye always felt that the deal was a loss.

In the end, the scholar, who was a good drinker but not a good drinker, wrote dozens of copybooks of various sizes, and was completely drunk and fell to the ground.

Chen Ping'an spent a total of five pots of Shuijing Xianren wine, Laolongcheng Osmanthus wine and Shujianhu Wuti wine.

The reason why he could drink so much was not because he was a scholar, but because he drank half the pot and spilled more than half of it. In the eyes of the distressed Ma Duyi, it was a waste of natural resources.

Chen Pingan collected the copybooks and left the government office.

The three of them led the horses away, and Ma Duyi couldn't help but ask: "The calligraphy is good, I can see it, but is it really that good? These fairy brews are worth a lot of money, converted into silver, a pair of cursive calligraphy books, Is it really worth thousands of taels of silver?"

Chen Ping'an got the copybook and was very happy, as if he had drunk too much wine. He said with certainty: "You don't believe it? Then just wait. One day you will come here again. This street must have been famous all over the world for thousands of years." Later, even if the scholar dies, the whole county will be honored and will be remembered by future generations."

The three cavalry slowly left this small county town. At this moment, the people in the county town only regarded the bookish magistrate as a joke, but they did not know how envious the calligraphy masters and countless literati in later generations would be for them to have the honor of kissing them. See that person's style.

This year's Mid-Autumn Festival, every household in Meiglai Country is reunited with relatives.

But it's hard to say for Shihao Country.

Next year's Mid-Autumn Festival, Mei Glaze Country may be in the bleak situation of Shihao Country now.

There are so many monsters in the mountains and wilderness.

Autumn turns to winter again.