Li Huai said: "He ran to Tongyezhou, saying that Chen Ping'an personally invited him to come out to do a big thing that would not be possible without him."

Zheng Dafeng said helplessly: "Do you really believe it?"

Li Huai smiled and said: "Of course I don't believe it, it's just that this kind of boasting without drafting is serious. Just listen to it."

Zheng Dafeng gave a thumbs up, "A broad heart can accommodate blessings."

Li Huai asked: "Where are the Sudian people?"

Zheng Dafeng said: "She has gone on a long journey. Thanks to your blessing and your glory, she has found a senior brother. In the officialdom, there are people who are good at becoming officials. When she travels around the world, she has a senior fellow student who has become famous as a backer. She wants to

It’s easy to establish yourself in a foreign land.”

Li Huai asked doubtfully: "What does Su Dian's search for senior brother have to do with me?"

Zheng Dafeng laughed and said: "What can God say? The fate is like this, it makes sense."

Over there at the gate of Luolu Mountain.

After the Taoist Xianwei clearly saw the faces of the scholars, the second gatekeeper of Luopo Mountain began to swing his legs.

Looks familiar! It looks so familiar! After all, his identity as a Taoist priest is fake, he has never been taught, but his age is serious, as he has read the books of sages for many years.

How could it not look familiar? There are Confucian temples in various counties and counties across the continent, and in the capital city, there are more statues hanging in the Confucian temples, and there are all seventy-two virtuous people in them. In local counties and counties, the Confucian temples are not big, so there are fewer statues.

In addition to the most holy teachers, ceremonial saints, minor saints and literary saints, ten portraits are hung as usual, which are called the ten philosophers of the Confucian Temple.

The four scholars in front of me came to the foot of the mountain together today, and Xianwei immediately recognized their identities.

The cotton-robed scholar with a water ladle hanging from his waist.

Daolin, courtesy name Ranjun, is the head of the seventy-two sages enshrined in the Haoran Confucian Temple. Legend has it that this person is the first Confucian sage with a natal character.

The burly man with a high crown wears an iron sword.

Zhou Guo, whose name is Duanzheng, is rumored to be the one who has served the Holy Master the longest among his disciples. He traveled around the world with the Holy Master, making the "Taoist priests" in the ancient world dare not speak evil words.

Min Wen, also known as Xiang Ji, has a gentle personality but is strong on the inside. He practices filial piety and is good at "literature".

Lihou, whose courtesy name is Jujing. He is eloquent, able to govern the country well, and has a good way of making money. He is praised by later generations of scholars as the ancestor of Confucian businessmen. The most sage and great master once praised him as "the one who can express poetry". And Lihou is even more so.

It is recognized that there is probably no disciple who respects the most holy teacher the most. If Zhou Guo, a warrior and brave man, would have said to his teacher, "Why study and then learn?", Li Hou would have said, "My teacher, I am the only one who is knowledgeable."

It is inaccessible, just like the sky cannot be ascended by stairs."

Probably because Li Hou was good at merchants and merchants, and among the disciples of the Holy Master, he was relatively deeply involved in the world. He had the most deeds and praises circulated in later generations. They all said that he was the scholar who best combined what he learned with his words and deeds.

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These four scholars, who seemed to have stepped out of the scrolls of the Confucian Temple, were all proud students of the most holy teacher, and were among the ten philosophers of the Confucian Temple.

However, the king is poor but loves Taoism, and the people who live in respect the rich are fond of courtesy.

The way of civility and military affairs has not fallen to the ground, it lies in people. Civilization lies in Minwen, and martial arts lies in integrity.

Li Hou smiled and said: "We won't be regarded as liars again, right?"

It turned out that after they arrived in Huaihuang County, they did not go to Piyun Mountain or Luolu Mountain nearby. Instead, they made an impromptu trip to Dali Capital City first, hoping to visit Renyun Yiyun Tower and then go as a guest.

Chunshan Academy, the predecessor of Cliff Academy.

I never thought that someone blocked the road at the entrance of that alley, and finally said that this road was blocked, so please go back.

The old immortal master named Liu Gao and his disciple Zhao Duanming murmured, and the old Yuanying suddenly became very angry. It turned out that every time his disciple saw a scholar, he said he recognized one of them, and they were all the attendants on the statues in the Confucian Temple.

The sage, Zhao Duanming, swore that he would not be wrong. Liu Gan was more shocked and flustered at first. After hearing this, the old immortal master began to get angry. Are all the swindlers in the capital so rampant now? It's just that

A legendary sage came to worship, and Liu Gao couldn't believe it. There were at most two. The old man could not help but mutter, not sure whether it was true or not, but if four came at one go, why should he hesitate?

All of them are the first-class sages among the Ten Philosophers enshrined in the Haoran Confucian Temple... This is a bit too much!

You guys, do you think I, Liu Gan, am a three-year-old child, so easy to deceive?!

The four people who were rejected looked at each other and smiled. They didn't explain anything and just turned around and left.

The old immortal master still said with emotion, "It's true that the world is declining and people's hearts are not as good as they used to be. Today's scholars are a disgrace to gentleness!"

The young man couldn't help but say, Master, what if they are not lying, but are they true?

The old immortal master twisted his beard and pondered for a moment, then carefully asked his disciple, "Isn't it possible?"

In the end, the old man stopped worrying about the truth and smiled freely. If they were really them, then Cui Guoshi's half-truth and half-false joke back then would have come true.

Now that he has achieved his wish, he can really meet the ancients in the books, the monks on the mountain top who never show their faces easily. From now on, Liu Gao will no longer be here to guard the door.

But before leaving the alley, I had to say thank you to the embroidered tiger.

The old man looked back at the slightly quiet and desolate alley, and seemed to see an old scholar in a green shirt with white temples, holding some peanuts in one hand, accidentally twisting one and throwing it into his mouth, chewing it carefully, slowly

However, he only cares about his own thoughts, and the affairs of the country and the world. He is alone, walking on the worldly road with no one around him, as if he never pays attention to self-cultivation and family harmony, but he can manage the country and bring peace to the world.

Taoist Xianwei would not doubt their identity.

Since they dare to come to Luopo Mountain, their identities are confirmed.

Duanzheng asked in confusion: "Is it him?"

The senior brother has already given the answer. The cotton-padded scholar and the Taoist priest took the lead in bowing and saluting.

The other three scholars, serious about their duties, bowed in the same manner as the Taoist priest.

After all, if this person hadn't taken the lead to open the way ten thousand years ago, I'm afraid the world would not be like this ten thousand years from now.

The gatekeeper Xianwei, who had a wooden hairpin on his head, returned it to a Taoist priest in a daze.

When Chen Ping'an appeared beside him, Xianwei was immediately relieved. It turned out that they were bowing to the mountain master.

On the steps of the mountain road at Jise Peak, a child in green clothes was pulled by Chen Qingliu to sit here instead of going to the foot of the mountain to entertain guests.

Xinji, who had recently returned to Luopo Mountain after traveling previously, sat quietly aside.

Squatting in the distance was a Luoshan chronology compiler. The white-haired boy was very excited. Today's page on the chronology was of sufficient weight!

Chen Lingjun always felt that the group of guests at the foot of the mountain looked a little unfamiliar, as if he had seen them before, but he couldn't remember where he had seen them before.

Chen Lingjun bumped his good brother with his elbow and asked in a low voice: "Your friend?"

Chen Qingliu smiled and said: "It's too high to reach."

Chen Lingjun said: "My master has gone down the mountain to greet the guests in person. Is it inappropriate for me to sit here with you?"

Chen Qingliu sneered and said, "You are not a scholar. What can you do there, other than just chat with others?"

Chen Lingjun was not happy anymore and said: "Don't you always think of yourself as a gentleman? Why don't you join in the fun and become a familiar face?"

Chen Qingliu said with a smile: "I have long passed the time when I need to introduce who I am to everyone."

Xin Jian nodded and smiled: "Fellow Daoist Chen has secretly set a rule for himself since the first day he left his hometown of Blessed Land. He never participates in boring drinking parties where he needs to introduce his name to others. It seems that the only exception is

See that master of the Mo family?"

Because Chen Lingjun was sitting next to him, Xin Jian did not reveal the master's true identity, that he was the great son of the Mo family.

Chen Qingliu nodded, "If I remember correctly, that was the only exception. Just because he said something that deeply touched my heart, 'The original turmoil will not be clear, and the name of those who practice unbelief will be wasted.'"

Chen Lingjun automatically ignored the boastful content and asked curiously: "Brother Zhuoliu, you were born in a blessed place? Aren't you a native of Luzhou, Beiju?"

Chen Qingliu showed a somewhat nostalgic look and nodded: "Actually, I come from an ownerless blessed land in Liuxia Continent."

Xin Jian asked: "I forgot to ask, where is Miss Xie now?"

When she traveled with them to Daoxuan Mountain, she always regarded herself as a maid, and her boxing skills were extremely heavy.

Chen Qingliu said with a smile: "When things were done, we parted ways. She went wrong with my few disciples and went to the Western Buddhist Kingdom. Indeed, there has been no news from her for a long time."

Chen Lingjun became more and more curious and asked in a lowered voice: "Among your disciples, is there anyone named Zheng? He likes to wear white clothes when going out. He is quite tall and looks like he is not short of money."

Chen Qingliu nodded and said: "He is my founding disciple. His surname is indeed Zheng. He is doing well in the Middle-earth Divine Continent. As for the others, they are not good enough."

How dare people like Han Qise, Liu Daochun and others have the nerve to call me master when they see me?

Chen Lingjun felt relieved immediately. In this way, it was not rude to call the other person Zheng Shi's nephew.

I just really can't figure out one thing. Why did the old scholar and the big white goose seem to have a good chat with that nephew Zheng at the foot of the mountain? Are they just being polite?

Chen Qingliu sneered, "The boy named Zheng is so smart that I didn't even dare to teach him swordsmanship back then, lest the master would starve to death."

Chen Lingjun patted Chen Qingliu's arm and persuaded: "Brothers are all brothers, and they know each other well. Don't talk about it outside the wine table."

When the guy on the side listened to her, who kept her tail raised every day as the composer of Luopo Mountain, she would laugh at herself for finding a few friends who were unreliable in their actions and incoherent in their words. Wouldn't it be embarrassing?

The white-haired boy clicked his tongue in surprise. Does this mean he knows everything?

Dear fellow Taoist Jingqing, do you really know who Mr. Xin is, who you got two copybooks for, but said he "has good calligraphy, good lyrics, and looks quite impressive"?

Chen Lingjun suddenly had an idea, and to be careful when sailing a thousand-year-old ship, he put his hand to his mouth and asked: "Tell me the truth from the bottom of your heart, who is that nephew Zheng Shi, right?"

Chen Qingliu laughed and said: "Then who is who? Because his surname is Zheng and he likes to wear white clothes, he is the Zheng Juzhong from Baidi City?"

Chen Lingjun burst out laughing, raised his hand and slapped Chen Qingliu on the head, "It's a pity that we don't go storytelling under the overpass to make money."

Xiao Mo, who was wearing a yellow hat and blue shoes, and a girl in a mink hat appeared aside, and then they all sat casually on the steps.

Just now at the Sword Worship Platform, Xie Gou and Xiao Mo promised that they would not have any trouble with the visitors and would be friendly and friendly when they met.
To be continued...