Li Sheng drank a bowl of wine at the shop and asked, "What do you mean?"

The old scholar smiled so hard that his old face was wrinkled together, and said, "The opportunity is rare. Let me take a break from my busy schedule. If you drink a little longer, the emperor will not be hungry."

Nowadays, in the Confucian Temple and Gongdelin, old scholars are actually in charge of big and small affairs. It is not an exaggeration to say "take a break from your busy schedule".

The Lisheng hesitated for a moment and reminded him: "Remember not to do things that are too ruthless. The Confucian Temple has no choice but to deal with you, so I will look for Chen Ping'an."

Very few people can make the saints such an extra "reminder".

After all, the principles of rituals and saints make sense to them.

The old scholar complained: "This is too much."

The outsider is still here, so I can give me some face.

Li Sheng said: "Then please don't worry about Wen Sheng giving you a word. I don't want Chen Ping'an to plead with the Confucian Temple for the first time when Chen Ping'an took the initiative to plead with the Confucian Temple, just to help his husband clean up the mess."

The reason why Jingsheng Xiping called him was because he was worried that the old scholar would be unable to hold on to him.

The old scholar said seriously: "How could I not understand this principle? Only the teacher who works as a student can provide a guarantee, but there is no reason why the teacher works as a student who works as a teacher."

The saint of Li said, "Drink your wine."

The old scholar patted his chest and promised: "Of course you have to drink good wine!"

As soon as the saint left, the old scholar raised his legs, rolled up his sleeves, and prepared to drink.

A young man in his early forties can discuss business and make old accounts with a wild old throne monster who is ten thousand years old at a wine table.

The guest in a blue shirt and a straw hat, with a leisurely style and a happy chat.

No matter what he said, he had to listen carefully, think carefully, think repeatedly, hope to chew some aftertaste.

For the old scholar, there is such a plate of wine and food, and any wine table in the world is full of good wine.

The old scholar picked up the wine bowl, took a sip of wine, and immediately narrowed his eyes, shrank his shoulders, shivered, and smiled.

Is drinking so interesting? Of course, drinking is not interesting. It is the person at the table, and it is the matter outside the table.

Seeing the little girl who was Chaoqiu Hepo, she wanted to speak but stopped several times, the old scholar asked with a smile: "What do you want to ask? Even though I ask, there is no identity at the table."

The old mountain god began to wink again, reminding Ganzhou not to talk nonsense.

Ganzhou has always been unable to hide his words, "Master Wen Sheng, why don't you look like the hangings in the Confucian Temple at all?"

I heard that Wen Sheng had restored the throne of the Confucian Temple. She once sneaked out and visited the county once.

Of course, I want to go to the Confucian Temple. The Wen Sheng above the portrait is an old man with a clear appearance, with a strong and spiritual appearance, and he really has nothing to do with the short and thin old man in front of him.

The old scholar laughed and said, "This is because Mr. Wu is not good at painting skills."

The little girl lay on the table and asked curiously: "That embroidered tiger Cui Feng, why did she rebel from the Wen Sheng lineage?"

The old mountain god has begun to observe his eyes, nose and heart.

Even I had to cough up to remind this little girl not to be too presumptuous.

The old scholar was not angry at all. Looking at the desolate scene outside the winery, which was high and low, layered, and silent for a moment, the old scholar smiled and said slowly: "As a student, he was heartbroken by the teacher. A smart person could not deceive himself, and he was unwilling to speak ill with the teacher, so he had to say hello and leave silently."

What is regret? What is something that cannot be obtained again, and the person that cannot be met again is regret.

The old scholar twisted his beard and said nothing. He sighed, picked up the wine bowl, took a big sip of wine, and wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand. "Our words can be filled with mountains and rivers, and they can also pave roads and bridges, and the willows and flowers are bright. Therefore, when you are close to people for a long time, you should not speak angry words, or speak slander, or you should not stop talking."

Gong Xinzhou sincerely exclaimed: "Wen Sheng's words are really a bumpy and unbreakable truth."

The old scholar smiled and said, "It is my closed disciple's experience and insight. I just borrowed it and used it."

Gong Xinzhou turned around and said, "No wonder Chen Yinguan was able to become the closed disciple of Master Wen Sheng."

The old scholar waved his hand and said, "I finally kidnapped Chen Ping'an, a closed disciple, because he is very picky."

Lao Shan Shen only felt that this sentence was really wonderful, and he was worthy of being the Master Wen Sheng who had never lost the debate between the Three Deeds.

Ganzhou asked again: "Everyone said that the emperor loved his youngest son, is that so?"

Because the girl Kawapo remembered the former foreigner. She didn't look like a scholar, but she looked more like a man who was accustomed to being a gangster.

The movement of shaking his palms in just one sentence shocked the Lord Mei Fujun.

The old scholar smiled and said, "I don't have many students and disciples. I'm not particularly partial to anyone, everyone has their own preferences."

My own students, several disciples, and Mao Xiaodong and others, are of course very good at learning, so there is no need to say much.

When I asked about Jian earlier, there was Zuo Daizi. When I asked about boxing, there was Jun Qian. Later, the layout was Cui Wei. When I broke the situation, there was Qi Jingchun.

As the closed disciple of Xiao Qi who recruits disciples, Chen Ping'an can be said to be a master of the strengths of his senior brothers. Of course, there may be some gaps now, but what is going on in the future is worth looking forward to.

I just want to say that now, whoever sees Chen Ping'an will question you are the junior brother of whom? Will I question you are the closed disciple of the old scholar?

The students are so good and too excellent. In addition to being relieved, they will also feel a little ashamed.

Ganzhou felt that Master Wen Sheng said something about the scene and was not very happy to talk to him, so the little girl drank a sip of wine.

The old scholar clenched his beard and smiled, looking at the desolate scene outside the shop. The general scene, two moods, are two kinds of charm. Perhaps this is the human heart and practice. No matter how powerful the ancient gods are, they will never have this heart and thought. The heart is involuntarily, isn’t it sad?

The vast nine continents are like life, so there are many burial customs. The vast starry sky above the heads of sentient beings is probably a water burial cemetery.

The old scholar quickly put away these thoughts and smiled: "Brother Gong, can you lend me the Sword Immortal Seal to me?"

Gong Xinzhou hurriedly took out the seal from his sleeve and handed it to Wen Sheng, and said in panic: "I can't afford to be the name of brother."

The old scholar joked: "What's the point that I can't afford? I'm often called old."

Gong Xinzhou nodded like pounding garlic, his face was flushed and he was speechless, "The little god is honored, and the little god is honored."

While drinking, the old scholar turned over the pages and quickly turned to the last page. He saw Chen Ping'an's seal. He smiled knowingly and handed the seal back to Gong Xinzhou. "Take it well. One day in the future, Brother Gong will be promoted to the office and can open a mansion in the mountain. As usual, you can ask for something from your local academy. I want me to read it. Those sage books from the Confucian Temple are all dead objects after all. Why should Brother Gong leave the distance?..."

Gong Xinzhou said in a deep voice: "The little god must be worshipped as a treasure for the mountain."

The old scholar thought for a moment, drank two bowls of wine, and his thoughts were like a spring, and he couldn't stop. He looked at the mountain temple on the mountaintop Gong Xinzhou, and chanted slowly.

Whose good mountain is my neighbor, and the mountains are so beautiful that the birds come back together. The strange peaks are the most striking, and I invite you to share the scenery.

The wall stands thousands of feet high, the peaks hold the sun and the moon, the beauty breaks through the blue sky, raise your hand to approach the sun and the moon, support the heaven and earth and people to see it, and open the sky for me.

The statue of the mountain god painted in the temple was golden for a moment. Gong Xinzhou, who was at the wine shop, immediately stood up and bowed to Wen Sheng, as if he was awarded the order.

This is the mouth of the saint of the Confucian Temple's merits.

If you are in the three continents where the old scholar Hedao is located, you can raise the throne of the mountain and water gods and instantly raise the rank of the golden and jade genealogy.

The old scholar quickly raised his hand and pressed it twice, "Don't be polite, it's a small matter, and it didn't raise the height of Brother Gong's statue. I'm just a few good words, a small matter that is worthless."

After all, it is in the Middle Earth Godland, and it is the location of the sub-sages and Taoism. Old scholars should not act beyond the boundaries.

The old scholar looked at Chaohepo, only to be happy for the old mountain god, without envy or jealousy. The old scholar nodded secretly and glanced at him.

He immediately understood the gods and said in his heart: "I am willing to take Ganzhou as an unknown disciple and teach her several water methods."

The old scholar smiled and said, "In the ruins of this ancestral alchemy furnace, there is a He Po holding a snake mirror and staying with you day and night. If this is not considered a Taoist fate, what is a Taoist fate? Chen Ping'an reminded you before, you probably think it is a hard work and don't take it seriously. Have you never heard of the saying "things have the last thing, but things have the end of the world"? You don't think about why the priest detained you here, but they don't limit your freedom too much. What is it for?"

When the old scholar said this, he drew a circle on the table, "Yin and Yang alternate like circles, and human affairs cycled like snake plates. In the past few years, you have only been chasing the world and the heart of Tao is dull, but you don't know that the saint gave you a good intention. He hopes that you can be here, be unique and find a different way, not in magic but in the path of Taoism, and embark on a wider path. That is the real opportunity for the fourteen realms. You no longer rely on occupying external objects as a way to break the realm. You have never thought about something carefully. Why are you, the wild throne monsters, compared with the other three cultivators on the top of the mountain on the world, because of the long life of heaven, it is so easy to enter the ascension realm, but in the end it is so difficult to enter the fourteen realm. What is the crux of the problem?"

The old scholar smiled and said, "One of the time, I have to pay off my debts. Besides, because you have cultivated human form, they are actually not like humans. Liu Cha has to do better than you in this matter. You all think that he is a sword cultivator and is unique. In fact, it is not, just because Liu Cha's heart of Tao is no different from others."

She sighed up to Yuyou and stood up to give a blessing to the old scholar. She was indeed sincerely grateful to the other party for his advice, "Thank you Wen Sheng for your advice."

In fact, this old throne was even more relieved. Finally, there was no need to worry that I was suddenly "refined" by someone in this alchemy furnace site.

The old scholar shook his head and said, "I just pointed out the direction of a path for you. I will not be able to practice in the future. For the sake of drinking, I might as well give you another sentence. Kung Fu is only about the word "stubborn" of nature and the word "stubborn" of the heart."

It’s like taking a huge reassurance pill.

The old scholar was so kind to me. I wonder if I would have an extra talisman in the Confucian Temple in the future?

Over the years, it is not good to be in a drought and wait for the rain every day.

This is also one of the reasons why Yang Zhi is willing to do a business with Chen Ping'an. As long as he has something to do with this young man who is a hidden official, it is equivalent to being in the lineage of Wen Sheng.

The guardians of Wen Sheng’s lineage are all clear about the world. Especially the old scholar’s ​​favor for the disciples in the closed family is really lawless.

Besides, since Chen Ping'an is the closed disciple of the old scholar, he is the common junior brother of those "monsters".

Because I am very clear about my current situation, the Confucian Temple is among the sages and sages, and even among the three leaders of the Confucian Temple, the chief and deputy leaders, there is no objection. If the Religious Saint had not spoken, I would have only said that the deputy leader whom Liu Qi joined forces to take him down on the sea would have definitely killed him directly.

Unexpectedly, the old scholar smiled again and said, "The same thing: Doing good deeds is a meritorious, making mistakes, and making good or bad things is a must. Just saying that correcting mistakes may not be easier than entering the fourteen realms. I advise you to be mentally prepared early so as not to blame me for turning you into a ditch in the future. I am a man who is scolded by others. I have always had a good temper with spit on my face, but I can't stand the road. The kindness and kindness of the world are trampled in the mud by powerful people. As long as I see it, I will get angry. Once I get angry, you will bear the consequences. Don't say that it is a pride of the saint, even the most saints and masters plead for you will not work."

Anyway, the saint of Li was gone and the old man disappeared. Why did I say a few drunk words when I got drunk?

Yang Zhi heard these straightforward threatening words, she was not annoyed at all, nor did she dare to be annoyed. No matter what, Wen Sheng was still a great monk in the 14th realm who restored the Taoist throne of the Confucian Temple.

She stood up and poured a bowl of wine for the old scholar. The old scholar thanked her, and then smiled and said, "Where you are looking through the miscellaneous books, you should read more serious books. Don't even know that the shoulder pole is falling."

I can't stand up to it, so I have to nod and say yes.

Qingtong did leave her a lot of miscellaneous books to spend time before.

Chaoqiu Hepo was stunned. Master Wen Sheng was insincere and insulted, saying, "What about me?"

I have been feeling annoying when I was a child. I was born with a man. Master Wen Sheng blamed me, who would I blame?

Gong Xinzhou noticed Ganzhou's face and was worried that she would misunderstand Mr. Wen Sheng, and immediately agreed: "A graceful lady is a gentleman. A kind heart is a beautiful person, and a beautiful appearance is a slim person. Therefore, reading is enough to add color to a beautiful woman. Of course, you should read more books of sages. This is called the nature of being as cold as white jade, and the writing is as deep as the vernacular is like a rudder. Therefore, Mr. Wen Sheng had the words "The song of the Qing Temple, one sings and three sighs" in the article "The Religious Relationship" which echoed the sentence of Mr. Li Sheng, "The phonicle of the Qing Temple, the vernacular string is sparse and transcendent". It is considered to be a distance. Nowadays, the so-called harmony between the so-called poetry and lyrics among literati and scholars is far behind."

I frowned when I heard it. The old saying goes, "I'm better than reading for ten years after reading for ten years, but I'm so sad when I hear Gong Shan Shen pulling out his book bag there. It's so bad that I'm really listening to his words, I've been reading for ten years in vain."
To be continued...