Chen Ping'an took out a broken piece of silver he carried with him and placed it on the palm of the girl in the mink hat.

Xiaomo looked confused.

Xie Gou grinned and said, "I have written many novels about talented men and beauties. Those who are scholars rush to the capital and pass the Jinshi examination. Those who come to announce the good news with gongs and drums are rewarded with money."

Xiaomo was a little helpless.

You really have the nerve to accept it, and the young master really gives it...

Xie Gou got the money and said with a bright smile: "Aunt Feng just said that it was Mao Siye from Liji Academy who disliked Feijian for being too slow in sending messages, so after the discussion was over and he walked out of the Confucian Temple, Mao Siye shouted

Her divine number, please help her report the news."

Chen Pingan's eyes lit up.

Thanks to Gouxiaohaha for helping to express the thoughts of his mountain owner, "This is the only fresh way to make money in the world."

Chen Pingan sighed, "You are talking nonsense, how dare you trouble Aunt Feng."

In fact, Xiao Mo felt more and more like Xie Gou was in Luo Luo Shan. Xiao Mo would be the same with or without him. She followed the locals and lived happily every day.

Xie Gou whispered: "Xiao Mo Xiao Mo, Aunt Feng said that His Majesty the Emperor used a jar of Changchun Palace wine to lure Minister Cao to the ban, just like Luo Luo Shan used you to fish me."

In fact, the conversation she had with Aunt Feng at the grape trellis of the Fire Temple was much more exciting than this. It was because they "accidentally" overheard Xiaomo's "chatting" with her mountain owner, so Aunt Feng gave her this gift for free.

Taoist tips and tricks.

Xiao Mo asked: "You are not angry after hearing this?"

Xie Gou tilted his mink hat, "Why are you angry? I think it is a good saying. Changchun Palace Immortal Wine is a good wine that everyone likes. It is so good that after drinking it, the wine jar will keep it."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "I'm still here, you guys are almost here."

Xie Gou grinned and said, "Aunt Feng also said that Mao Siye said that the Confucian Temple has even finalized the message for you."

Chen Ping'an asked curiously: "Which sentence is it?"

As long as a Confucian disciple becomes a sage or a gentleman in the academy, he can receive a certain message from the academy chief or the accompanying sage.

If you serve as a ceremonial wine minister, a business secretary in a school, or as a mountain leader in the Seventy-Two Confucian Academy, you can receive gifts from the Lisheng, the Sub-Sage, and the Literary Sage.

If you are the leader of the Confucian Temple, one of the first and third deputies, it is said that the sage master personally "cut out" a sentence with beautiful meaning from a certain book.

Xie Gou looked playful, glanced at Mountain Master Chen, and asked: "Mountain Master is so good at guessing his thoughts, do you need me to tell you?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Why ask when you already know."

Xiaomo was confused.

Xie Gou nodded and said: "Mao Siye has explained it all. It seems to be a sentence that the literary saint read from a certain book over there in Renyun Yiyun Tower, because there is a red pen next to that sentence in the book.

.”

Chen Pingan nodded and already guessed the answer.

Sure enough, what Xie Gou said was just as Chen Pingan expected.

His heart moved slightly, and then he began to think about it, but Chen Ping'an dispersed the ripples in his Taoist heart.

Chen Pingan changed the subject and spoke to them in his heart: "Xiao Mo, I have discussed it with Master Lu. He will help me send a message to Senior Brother Jun Qian. Senior Brother Jun Qian will rush back to Haoran Tianxia soon. I have written a letter

A letter is sent to the Confucian Temple, asking you to take a trip to the bright moon in the Qingming world, so that you can reminisce with the old temple master. You can stay there for a while, and don’t rush back to Luopo Mountain. I am planning to retreat in the near future.

.”

Xie Gou asked tentatively: "Mountain Master, can I accompany Xiao Mo?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "I wrote it in the letter, but it's hard to say whether it will be rejected by the Confucian Temple."

Xiao Mo said: "Xie Gou, you'd better stay in the mountains, otherwise I won't be able to leave at ease. When I'm not with the young master, you have to help protect him."

He and the master of Bixiao Cave in Luobaotan are indeed close friends who regard each other as confidants. There is no quarrel in their relationship.

Just when Chen Ping'an was about to speak, Xie Gou suddenly stopped and stood still. He straightened his chest like his right guardian and said in a deep voice: "If there is any mistake, raise your head and come to see Xiaomo!"

Xiao Mo chuckled softly and said: "Everything is fine. Young Master will definitely be able to break through the situation smoothly. All you need to do is eat melon seeds with Xiao Mi Li."

Xie Gou just wanted to speak.

Chen Pingan said: "Miss Xie, when you hear such heart-warming words that are not words of love but words of love, can't you squeeze out some tears?"

The two of you just keep talking to each other and treat me as the owner of the mountain as if I don't exist. I can't disgust you.

Xie Gou sighed and said considerately: "It seems that the mountain master misses the mountain master's wife."

Xiao Mo smiled and nodded, rarely agreeing with Xie Gou, "It's human nature, there's nothing to be embarrassed about."

"Shut up, everyone."

Chen Ping'an, who was walking among them, seemed to be angry with shame. He put his arms around Xiao Mo's neck and held down the mink hat on Xie Gou's head with one hand.

This scene was eye-opening for Aunt Feng under the grape trellis of the Temple of Fire.

On the road, Xiao Mo was smiling all over his face, Xie Gou pursed his lips and had a sullen face, and Chen Pingan was not sullen, just like a young man.

Aunt Feng, who was sitting on the stone slab, closed her book. She was a little envious of them.

No matter who is the first to reach the Fourteenth Realm, the other two, no matter where they are, in which world, if there is a difficulty to overcome, the sword light will definitely arrive first. Wait for a while, and the sword cultivator will arrive later.

Chen Pingan did not ask Wei Shanjun to help, but chose to take a ferry back to Niujiaodu. After all, Wei Shenjun must be busy hosting a night banquet at the moment.

In the evening, Chen Pingan invited Xiao Mo to sit on the roof of the ferry and drink together. Xie Gou bought some snacks to go with the wine and sat next to Xiao Mo. She complained endlessly that the prices were too deceptive.

Xie Gou is the most heroic person when drinking, but she is not good at persuading people to drink. She quickly fell back and said that she could not drink anymore, and if she drinks again... she looked at Xiao Mo with a smile.

The bright moon is bright and reunited, and the moonlight shines on people for a long time.

The clouds passed and covered the moon, making it hazy.

Xiao Mo picked up a peanut, chewed it carefully, and asked in his heart: "Master, what have you often forgotten recently, and only remembered it again when talking to others? Is it to prepare for seclusion?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and nodded, "It's difficult for thoughts to arise naturally like flowers blooming all the way, but it's also difficult to stop thinking about them. You can ask me any questions, such as what we saw and heard in Dali Capital.

.”

Xiao Mo asked with a smile: "Master, do you still remember that gift now?"

The inner lake is like fishing.

Fish hook and bait is the word for "gift".

Retracting the rod is like taking up a fish.

Chen Pingan remembered a long list of memories about this sentence.

Chen Pingan smiled and nodded.

This gift from the Confucian Temple comes from Mr. Zhi's "Tian Lun Pian".

It is said that a gentleman respects those who are in himself, but does not admire those who are in heaven. This means that the sun is advancing.

But Chen Pingan soon forgot. He really forgot everything. Chen Pingan shook his head and didn't think much about it.

Xiao Mo didn't say anything more. He raised his wine glass and Chen Pingan touched it gently and said with a smile: "When it comes to drinking, a cup is not as good as a bowl."

The clouds in the sky are opening and the moon is getting brighter.

In Chen Pingan's heart.

With a pair of golden eyes, he was jumping up and down on those passes called "Forgotten", like a child playing a game of jumping squares.

In a small Taoist temple in Qingmingtianxia.
Chapter completed!