Chen Ping'an nodded and said: "The Holy Master and the Taoist Patriarch have both met and chatted with them."

Zhao Shuxia stopped asking any more questions.

Chen Ping'an said with a smile: "There is no taboo. The Holy Master is a tall scholar. My first impression at that time was that he looked like someone who had been in the world."

, it’s different, he actually looks like a young Taoist boy.”

Zhao Shuxia smiled and asked: "Master, have you seen many Zijing martial artists?"

Chen Ping'an thought for a while, "If we exclude those distant meetings and acquaintances, it's not really that many, no more than a pair of hands."

Chen Pingan raised his chin towards the bamboo forest on the other side of the stream and reminded: "Under the tree, go and see if there are any yellow mud arches in this wild bamboo forest. I will show you my cooking skills later. Those dishes you cooked are really not good."

To be honest, I can eat it.”

Zhao Shuxia saw no one around, so he tiptoed across the stream to look for spring bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest. He quickly broke off a bag of yellow mud arches and returned.

Chen Ping'an was not idle either. He went to the field and picked a large handful of wild amaranth and a handful of wild onions. These were stir-fried with spicy sauce and were a must-have in the food and drinks.

Walking back to the source village together, Chen Pingan said with a smile: "It's strange that the smelly mandarin fish is delicious, but I can't eat the braised bamboo shoots in oil."

Zhao Shuxia said: "Master, the braised bamboo shoots in oil are delicious, but I can't get used to Chinese toon scrambled eggs."

After the mountain burning, bracken will surely grow vigorously in the coming year, but the time has not yet come. You have to go up the mountain to pick it before and after the Qingming Festival, visit the graves to worship ancestors, or go to tea gardens, so that you will not be disappointed when you return home.

Returning to the village school, Zhao said with a smile under the tree: "Master, Mr. Feng and Mr. Han from Wuxi Village will probably come to trouble you in the near future."

Chen Ping'an shook his sleeves and said with a smile: "Let them just come over and compete in poems and pairs. As a teacher, there is really no time for stage fright."

This simple village school only has a yellow mud house that serves as a school, plus two thatched huts. One is used by the teacher to rest, and the other is used as a kitchen and storage of sundries.

Zhao Shuxia was laying the floor next to the kitchen. Chen Pingan's original intention was for both master and apprentice to live in the same room, but Zhao Shuxia refused, saying that he had been destined to the kitchen since he was a child.

The yellow mud house had been there for a long time and had been unoccupied for a long time. It was rented. The two small huts were newly built. The school temporarily admitted eight Meng children, most of whom were still wearing crotchless pants.

The school is running well, and the teacher named Chen Ji is in his thirties. After all, he is not the kind of stupid young man who talks a lot but doesn't do things well.

Mr. Jin Mo, secondly, this person is relatively good at talking. Before opening the restaurant, he visited the two villages and knew some rules. He did not go to Wuxi Village to "poach". The last and most fundamental reason

, but the fee is less! Compared with the school in Wuxi Village, it is nearly half less.

Moreover, this gentleman also promised the village that if there is a busy farming season, the children can take a vacation, and he can even go to the fields to help.

In order to grab business, this guy really doesn't have any shame at all. He is such a polite and unscrupulous person!

The two teachers Zhao Shuxia mentioned were an old boy named Feng Yuanting who was hired heavily by the Wuxi Village School, and the other was a well-known teacher in Sui'an County, Han Mei, also known as Yuncheng.

Although he has no fame, he has taught several scholars and can be regarded as a highly respected local sage. This old Mr. Han is now teaching in the home of the richest family in Wuxi Village. Feng Yuanting has always been a bit of a genius on Han Mei's side.

They couldn't raise their heads, so they only got together to drink wine occasionally. When the new school opened at Lingjiao, Feng Yuanting often invited Han Mei to drink. He had read several "Books of War" and acted rashly, which was a taboo among military strategists.

, I feel that I need to test the truth first before I can make a move. In fact, the so-called military books are just some romance novels about the rise of famous generals in the past dynasties. Han Wei advised him that there is no need to argue with a teacher in a small village school. Since they are peers, they are still friends.

It would be better to be kind. Feng Yuanting talks about being a promise, but in fact he is full of slander. He is not competing for those few boys. This is just a matter of face. Scholars don’t even have the face to think of themselves as scholars. Every time they run away from their village school

As a young boy, Feng Yuanting was like a slap in the face, which was intolerable.

If it weren't for the current laws and regulations of Dali, where private schools were opened in local areas, they would need to file a filing with the county government, and the county magistrate would have to personally inspect the teacher's knowledge. He would really be regarded as a swindler, otherwise he would be sued.

As a matter of fact, the man surnamed Chen must be forced to walk around without being able to eat.

Chen Ping'an said: "Under the tree, I'll wait for you to break through and teach you a luck secret, but it may not be suitable for you, so be mentally prepared in advance that you won't be able to learn it."

It's the sword energy that stops at eighteen.

Zhao Shuxia nodded, said goodbye to his master, went to the kitchen to make a bed on the floor, practiced sleeping on Qianqiu, controlled his breathing, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

When he came here, Zhao Shuxia gradually discovered a strange thing. He called Master several times, but Master didn't respond. Finally, he had to walk over. Chen Pingan smiled and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't hear you just now."

.After that, Zhao Shuxia would always go to the master and talk about things.

This time Chen Pingan

He only had Zhao Shuxia with him, and he directly told Chen Lingjun not to wander around here.

After Chen Lingjun tried hard to persuade him, he asked his master for the precious opportunity to visit the school once a month.

This is also thanks to the old cook's words of advice. Anyway, our ancestor Jingqing's appearance as a boy in Tsing Yi is not a pretending to be a Mengtong. Originally, it was time to read more books by sages. Zhu Lian was still

Smilingly, he asked Chen Lingjun if he wanted a pair of crotchless pants. Chen Lingjun was too lazy to behave like an old cook. If his master hadn't nodded in agreement, Chen Lingjun would actually have wanted to attend a private school for a few days.

Chen Ping'an returned to his residence, lit an oil lamp on the table, sharpened his ink, and began to write a landscape story about the big water monster in Dumb Lake.

But I put much more effort into inscribing the fan inscriptions than I did at the Great Wall of Jianqi.

The three villages are surrounded by mountains, with only one stream flowing out along a small road.

It is a full eighty miles away from Sui'an County, and many local villagers may have only visited the county once in their lives.

Rhododendrons bloom all over the mountains and fields, truly azaleas worthy of the name.

In spring, the doves chirp, the peach blossoms are light red and the apricot blossoms are white, the elm trees are full of green money, and the willow branches sprouting by the river are golden in color.

Today after school in the village, a guest came. He walked along the yellow mud road, passed through Wuxi Village, and walked all the way to the source.

Dressed in the attire of an old scholar, it was none other than Gao Niang, the new river god of Ximei River. He came to worship at the top of the mountain tremblingly. He had no choice but to kill someone if he was a senior official, let alone face Master Chen, who owned two sects.

As smoke curled up from the kitchen, Gao Niang saw a country woman carrying a child on her back inside the house, frying pancakes while the child pooped. The woman stretched out her hand and wrapped a pocket of cotton behind her back to continue pancakes.

I saw chicken manure on the Eight Immortals table in some people's homes. Children put paper kites after school and squatted on the edge of the fields to fight grass. Their yellow hair hung down and they were enjoying themselves.

After Gao Niao walked out of Wuxi Village, he turned around and looked at the small pool at the end of the village. It belonged to the courtyard water. The water surface of the stream was so wide, but then the water was narrow, so it was a waterway that could retain wealth. The village that moved here in the early years,

Still very knowledgeable about Feng Shui.

In ancient times, there were private schools, private schools, and private schools, and state-owned schools had orderly skills.

Gao Niang patted his chest with one hand and felt a little relieved. Because he wanted to meet the young hidden official who was the disciple of Wen Sheng, so the River God master had several priceless rare books in his arms. He couldn't come to visit as a guest.

Both hands are empty.

Gao Niang stroked his beard and smiled. Every ancient book that has been preserved to this day is protected by ghosts and gods. If we read it without asking for a deep understanding, it is like eating well but not fattening the body. It is better not to read it.

Because there is an ancient terrestrial Dragon Palace ruins on the border of Ximeihe River, which is about to open, a group of Dali monks are secretly stationed in Sui'an County, but they all use identities similar to merchants and do not disturb the officials at all levels of Yanzhou Prefecture.

.However, Mr. Fujun, of course, knew about this matter, but he received a secret order from the court in advance not to make it public. As the newly appointed landscape god, Gao Nian was not qualified to enter the Dragon Palace. After Gao Nian went to "Dianmao" twice,

, just don’t go there, so as not to put your hot face on your cold butt and ask for trouble.

Seeing Gao Niang, Chen Pingan took out two bamboo chairs and handed one to Gao Niang. One host and one guest sat under the eaves of the thatched house.

Gao Niang was sitting upright, with his waist straight. When he placed the bamboo chair, he used his "smart energy" and tilted slightly towards the Yinguan Master, and said cautiously: "Master Chen, are you here for the Dragon Palace?"

Gao Niang guessed that in order to prevent mistakes from happening, the Dali imperial court invited Lord Yinguan to sit here personally.

Chen Ping'an smiled and shook his head, "The imperial court's excavation of the Dragon Palace has nothing to do with me, and the people in Dali don't know that I came here to open a library to teach students."

Gao Nian nodded lightly and understood. He must not make any superfluous words or deeds. He had been practicing in Gongmen for decades before he was alive, and later worked in Ziyang Mansion, where all his skills were.

Gao Niang took out the books from his arms, handed them to Chen Ping'an with both hands, and said softly: "Master Chen Shan, a small gift is disrespectful."

"If you have books, you will be rich and noble. If you don't have an official position, you will be light. This is the only thing that makes Brother Gao inferior to me."

Chen Ping'an was not polite, took the book, thanked Gao Niang, patted the book, put it in his sleeve with a smile, and said: "Brother Gao is not an outsider. From now on, if you have some free time from your busy schedule, come here more often."

"

This was a bit caught off guard. Gao Niang was both flattered and embarrassed. After all, it is not easy to find an isolated copy of the same quality as those books. But no matter how difficult it is, it is better than attending the night banquet of Wei Shanjun in Piyun Mountain. Besides,

Well, this kind of personal friendship, being able to chat face to face with a young hidden official, is rare. How can it be compared to the noisy night banquet where two or three hundred guests gather together? Not to mention a few books, just

For thirty copies, Gao Niang was willing to ask someone to borrow money and buy them on credit.

Gao Niang looked around and said with emotion: "It's really unexpected that Master Chen chose to practice here. The so-called reclusive masters who are good at Taoism in their middle age are nothing more than friends with Songfeng and Shanyue. Master Chen

It’s different. If you follow the opposite path, you will become a god-man, indeed a god-man, even more divine than a god.”

Chen Ping'an has long been accustomed to this kind of flattery. He smiled and said: "It's not a practice in the strict sense. It's just teaching. By the way, now that my pseudonym has been left behind, Brother Gao just calls me by my first name. Otherwise,

The more times you do it, the more time passes, and the more you do, the more likely you are to show your flaws."

Gao Niang thought for a while, slapped his knees hard, and said in a deep voice: "Okay, this is a good pseudonym, Su Zi has a saying, life is like a journey against the odds, and I am also a traveler. Shanzhu Chen only chose the word ' Trace '

, next to the word "walk", there is the word "yi", Chen Shanzhu is a foreigner, and it just fits the sentence "I am also a pedestrian, wonderful!"

Zhao Shuxia, who was busy in the kitchen, was stunned for a moment when he heard this. He almost mistakenly thought that the God of Gaohe was possessed by the Taoist Master Jia of Caotou Shop.

Chen Pingan called Zhao Shuxia and asked this disciple to get some dried sweet potatoes to entertain the guests, and then helped introduce Zhao Shuxia's identity as his personal disciple.

Gao Niang stood up, took the dried sweet potato from Zhao Shuxia, and said a few polite words, similar to a famous teacher giving birth to a good disciple. Zhao Shuxia felt that the River God seemed inferior to the old god Jia.

Chen Pingan asked casually: "Who is the leader of the Dali monks who are guarding the gate of the Dragon Palace now?"

Gao Niang replied: "The person in charge on the surface seems to be a female cultivator named Yu Huiting of the Fengxue Temple. She has the status of a monk accompanying the army. As for how the court arranges it secretly, I don't know for the time being.

.”

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "According to the sect's pedigree, Wei Jin is her uncle from a different lineage."

I heard Mi Dajianxian mentioned that when he was training the female cultivators in the Changchun Palace, he once met a rather impressive woman with a slender waist and a frontier army standard sword hanging from the Great Li cavalry.

Wearing a narrow-sleeved brocade coat and dark gauze trousers, the most bizarre pair of embroidered shoes on the feet have two "dragon eye" orbs hanging on the tips... In fact, Mi Yu said it in more detail, and Lord Yinguan just listened.

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To be continued...