As soon as His Majesty the Emperor said these words.

The room was suddenly silent, but there was an undercurrent.

The divine title of Meng Rong in Dongyue Qishan Mountain is actually "heroic spirit"?! Even the Confucian Temple nodded its head?

As for the "Mingzhu" of Jinqing, are the traces of nostalgia for the Zhuying Dynasty too obvious, and you, the Song family of Dali, don't care?

In comparison, Tong Wenchang's "big banner" divine title is relatively normal.

Fan Junmao's "Cui Wei" means "green mountains in the world". Isn't it a bit more meaningful than Meng Rong's "heroic spirit"? The five mountains in the Middle Earth have this divine title, which is more than enough!

Didn't Wei Bo agree to designate a god name "Lingze"? Why did it change back to "Yeyou"?!

You are worthy of being the King of the Five Mountains. Each of you is more daring to think and do than the other, leaving onlookers speechless.

Previously, when Song He came here, he was holding a handful of bamboo slips secretly made on the mountain in his hand. Every time the emperor read two or three things written on each bamboo slip, he handed it to the eunuch in python suit next to him.

Before convening the meeting, the Dali Ministry of Rites had notified many landscape gods that when they come to Beijing this time, they can say hello to the imperial court in advance, prepare a bamboo slip, and write down concisely the important things they want to discuss with His Majesty, at most three

The content of the matter should not exceed a hundred words. Song He had already read these bamboo slips, but after leaving the court early, he read them again and quickly browsed them again to avoid missing anything.

In the end, only Tong Shanjun replied to the Dali Ministry of Rites that there was nothing to discuss.

In addition, Wei Bo, for example, proposed on the bamboo slips that the Tiefu River Water God should be filled by Bai Deng, the Sword Immortal from the Dragon Palace ruins in Yunzhou, to fill the vacant divine position.

Cao Rong, the uncle of Dadu Lingli, suggested a candidate for the new chief of Qiantang. However, Changchun Hou Yanghua obviously had different opinions on this matter, and the two sides recommended different candidates.

But these are nothing. What really gives His Majesty the Emperor some headaches is the Nanyue female tiger. She only mentioned one thing on the bamboo slips, saying that in the Nanyue territory, many mountain monarchs and mountain leaders want the Great Li court.

Here we are considering whether we can remove some of the stone tablets outside the entrance of the Patriarch Hall, not all of them, but only part of them.

At that time, Song He left less than ten bamboo slips in his hands, all of which were planned to be taken to the Imperial Study Room for public discussion today.

I don't expect Fan Junmao to be in the same camp as the Dali imperial court. I just hope that Fan Junmao will be impartial and neutral in view of the passing of his self-made god.

After announcing the good news to the Lord of the Five Mountains, the first thing His Majesty the Emperor said was the candidate for the new River God of the Tiefu River under the jurisdiction of Beiyue.

Zhao Duanjin, the Minister of Rites, stood up and told many landscape gods about Bai Deng's roots and life experience.

After Zhao Duanjin finished narrating, Tong Wenchang took off the dry tobacco from his waist and said first: "Your Majesty, I have no objection to Bai Deng becoming the Water God of the Tiefu River."

Song He smiled and held out his palm, "Tong Shanjun, do as he pleases."

After Tong Wenchang walked out of the imperial study, Song He glanced at the bamboo slips on the table, then turned to look at Wei Bo. After a moment, Wei Bo nodded lightly.

In the imperial study room, there is a chair that is always empty.

A native mountain god of Dali like Meng Rong would occasionally look at the empty chair involuntarily.

Outside the house, squatting under the eaves was an old man wearing coarse linen and bare feet, smoking a dry cigarette leisurely, and the smoke was filling the air.

Taking a break from the busy schedule, nothing more than that.

In the vast world, among the five mountains in ancient times, Huashan was responsible for the casting and smelting of hardware, as well as the genus of feathers and birds.

At that time, in the hands of the national master Cui Yi, the new five mountains of Aquarius continent generally had such a division of responsibilities, with a clear division of labor and each performing his own duties.

However, there are different opinions on how Tong Wenchang's Ganzhou Mountain was able to stand out from the crowd and rise directly from an unknown hilltop to the prestigious Huashan Mountain.

Some people speculate that Tong Wenchang fell into the eyes of Cui Han, the national preceptor, and others said that it was because Ganzhou Mountain had a good relationship with the Cui family. In short, the word "Cui" could not be avoided.

Tong Wenchang suddenly saw a pair of cloth shoes, his eyes shifted, he raised his head and saw a man in a blue shirt and long coat.

This person was accompanied by three men and women who looked like servants, a man in a Confucian shirt with slightly frosted temples, a young man in a yellow hat, and a girl in a mink hat.

Chen Ping'an cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Tong Shanjun."

Tong Wenchang nodded and said: "Master Chen Shan."

Looking at the people around Chen Ping'an again, Tong Wenchang used two titles, "Sect Master Jiang, Immortal Master Xizhu."

As for the girl-looking Qi practitioner, I don’t know him and I’ve never heard of him.

Xiao Mo bowed and said, "I have met Tong Shanjun."

Xie Gou was indifferent.

Jiang Shangzhen smiled and said, "Just call me Zhou Fei. My name is Zhenjun."

Tong Wenchang didn't want to take this issue at all. He hesitated for a moment and then said: "Last time Shanzhu Chen came to Ganzhou Mountain, why didn't you chat more by the way? The excavation of the dam in Tongyezhou is a very pragmatic matter.

, at least hundreds of thousands of people can survive.”

It is said that last time, a young hermit official, accompanied by a Taoist friend wearing a curtain hat, traveled to several continents and mountains and rivers in his dream, and borrowed a stick of incense from the gods of the mountains and rivers.

On the Aquarius Island side, Tong Wenchang's Ganzhou Mountain and Mengrong's Qishan Mountain were rejected by Chen Ping'an.

In the end, it was impossible to gather the heads of all the mountain kings from one continent and five mountains, and the effect of the mountain fragrance was greatly reduced.

At that time, Wei Bo wanted to help Chen Pingan write a letter to the other four mountains, but Chen Pingan felt that it was not necessary. Indeed, since it was something that could not be forced, Wei Shanjun's favor would not be wasted.

Everything went smoothly at Mount Zishan in Zhongyue and Fan Junmao in Nanyue. Later, Chen Ping'an and Qing Tong visited Dongyue and Xiyue together. Meng Rong was from the old mountain of Dali, so he was politely declined by Chen Ping'an.

He said a polite word, saying that he was sorry for making Chen Yinguan's trip in vain. But Tong Wenchang's words were very merciless. He bluntly said that he felt that Tongyezhou was just a puddle of mud, and he, Tong Wenchang, would burn a stick of incense.

Stuck in the mud? How could he be willing to pay homage to Tongyezhou, who has such a rotten heart? Why should he help them add the slightest bit of luck to their landscape?

It was all expected, and Chen Ping'an couldn't be said to be disappointed.

Tong Wenchang's meaning today is also very simple. If you want me to pay tribute to Tongyezhou, there is no way. But if you had said at that time that you would dig up Dadu in the future, there would be countless people alive, and it would be more pragmatic than any nonsense. At that time,

He, Tong Wenchang, agreed to this matter.

Chen Ping'an laughed and said: "When we started to dig the dam, I just had a rough idea. It was just empty talk and it's hard to talk about it. Besides, I'm not that poor yet."

Typical hard words but soft words still saved face for Tong Shanjun.

Tong Wenchang nodded, "If you can't help yourself, don't ask for help."

You can talk less, but a person's knees should be strong, his waist should be straight, and he should lower his head when encountering difficulties. In fact, it doesn't matter. No one has any difficulty in living a good life.

You can abuse your own face, but don’t abuse your own conscience. Tong Wenchang has seen too many scenes of being slavish and servile in his life, especially the flattery and flattery of scholars, which is the most annoying. Is it true that reading is the most annoying thing?

Are you flattering others at the wine table or in the officialdom? Do you make shit by reading the books of sages? Fortunately, those who are officials or gods on the mountain just do that, and they are quite happy to hear it.

Fu Dechong, the mountain god of Pushan, one of the mountains of the Prince of Zhongyue, just took out a stick of dry smoke from his sleeve after walking out of the imperial study. When he saw the scene on the corridor, he was stunned.

Even they, the masters of mountain gods, have some personal hobbies during their long years in the mountains, such as collecting precious books, antique calligraphy and paintings, building study rooms, and asking literary figures to write prefaces and postscripts. Therefore, many of the secret calligraphy and paintings in the palace of the mountain gods and narcissus can easily be several feet long or even long.

They are tens of feet high, or they collect coins and engraved mothers from various dynasties and dynasties under the mountain, and some are devoted to potted plants. As for collecting Xiaoshu coins with various inscriptions, it is almost a common hobby of the gods of mountains and rivers.

Just like Fu Dechong in Pushan, and Tong Wenchang both like to smoke dry cigarettes. They like to take a few puffs when they have nothing to do. It has nothing to do with relieving fatigue, it is just a matter of habit.

However, Fu Shanshen is far less addicted than Tong Shanjun. However, Fu Dechong has always avoided this kind of discussion today. If he can't avoid it, he will just act like a sitting statue without any incense. Now that Tong Wenchang has made a good start,

Fu Dechong was happy to have the opportunity to come out and breathe.

Within the capital of Great Li, the gods of mountains and rivers would deliberately restrain their magical powers, and the Qin Tianjian would be watching over them.

Chen Pingan took the initiative to say hello: "God Fu Shan."

Fu Dechong cupped his fists and returned the salute: "Master Chen Shan."

Tong Wenchang knocked on the cigarette rod, stood up, and returned to the imperial study room to continue listening.

Fu Dechong didn't have the guts to squat outside alone and smoke cigarettes. It happened that Chen Ping'an seemed to be going to the imperial study, so he followed him.

Walking in the narrow corridor inside the building, Tong Wenchang walked at the front, crossed the threshold, and walked into the imperial study.

Fu Dechong hesitated for a moment, then quickened his pace and entered the imperial study room first.

Inside the room, Tong Wenchang walked to the chair but did not sit down.

The same goes for Fu Dechong.

The Chief of Ceremonies standing at the door stamped the eunuch, bowed his head and said: "Your Majesty, Master Chen Shan is here."

Almost at the same time, eunuch Bingbi personally brought a chair.

Xiaomo and Xie Gou stayed in the corridor.

Only Jiang Shangzhen followed Chen Pingan into the house.

After all, he is the chief worshiper of Luopo Mountain, and his official hat is much larger than that of ordinary registered worshippers.

Xiao Mo laughed from the bottom of his heart and said: "We are just ordinary worshippers, and it is not appropriate to follow the young master to sit inside."

Xie Gou leaned against the wall of the corridor and said angrily: "I will ask the mountain owner for a second seat to worship Dangdang later. Xiaomo, please remember to say a few good words to me."

Xiao Mo nodded and said: "I can't guarantee whether it will work or not, but I can help you with a few words. That's not a problem."

Otherwise, Xiao Mo would be worried that Xie Gou, who had no chair to sit on in the house, would just go and sit on the roof.

Xie Gou grinned.

Jiang Shangzhen took the initiative to take the chair and placed it casually near the door. He smiled and said, "I'll just sit here."

Inside the room, His Majesty the Emperor had already stood up.

The old Minister of the Ministry of War, who seemed to have been napping, opened his eyes, stood up slowly, and turned his head to look at the door.

Zhao Duanjin, the Minister of Rites, stood up, holding his breath and concentrating with a solemn expression.

Wei Bo from the North Mountain and Jin Qing from the Zhongyue Mountain were the first to get up with His Majesty the Emperor. Yang Hua, the Marquis of Changchun in Dadu, Cao Rong, the Bo of Lili, all followed suit.
To be continued...