Cen Wenqian coughed lightly.

Dou Yan was too lazy to pay attention to Cen Hebo's reminder. Instead, he got up and knelt down next to Master Cao. He said to himself: "Master Cao doesn't know something. Now that Dadu has changed its route in Dali, jumping into the Po River may become a thing of the past.

, many water people have already begun to move. By then the river bed will be exposed and the apricot flowers on both sides will die, so there will be no talk of apricot flowers."

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "In this way, Tiaobo River has indeed suffered a big disaster. Fortunately, I came here by chance."

Dou Yan's heart dropped when he heard those last words.

"Brother Cao, I see that you are kind-hearted and I won't talk in circles with you. I might as well tell Brother Dou that you are an official from the Ministry of Industry in Dali Capital City, right? On the surface, you are fishing for entertainment, but in fact you are conducting an inspection.

Mountains and rivers? Are you an official? I have always had a good eye for people. Look at your official aura, tsk tsk, you are not small, you are really not small. You have to start as the head of a company, right? In the future, you will be in charge of a company.

, I don’t think it’s a big problem.”

"If I'm not wrong, Brother Cao was born in Chier Street in the capital. He was a young man of the same family as the Da Li generals. Therefore, he served as a monk accompanying the Da Li border army. When the war was over, he took advantage of the situation and transferred from the Da Li cavalry.

Working as an errand in the Ministry of Industry? Yes or no?!"

"Looking at Brother Cao's appearance, it's unmistakable. It's absolutely unmistakable. I just don't know whether he is in the Yu Department of the Ministry of Works in that capital, or is he in the Water Department?"

The two ministers of the Ministry of Industry are in charge of all government affairs including rivers, mountains, rivers, post offices, bridges, weirs, embankments and canals. It can be said that they hold high positions of power.

Chen Ping'an never spoke.

If this Dou Mountain God sets up a fortune-telling stall, he will starve to death.

Dou Yan still refused to give up, "Brother Cao, if I can give it to the minister of the Ministry of Industry, of course the minister is even better. I just need to help pass a message. No matter whether it is successful or not, when I come to Dieyunling in the future, I, Dou Yan, will be my guest."

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Chen Ping'an shook his head and said: "Dou Shanshen is mistaken. I am not a Dali official."

Dou Yan asked in a low voice: "Could it be that Brother Cao is Mr. Qingwu from the Great Liqin Heavenly Prison?"

Chen Pingan still shook his head, quickly caught a bass, reached out to hold it, and gently threw it into the fishing basket.

Dou Yan clapped his hands and applauded, "Brother Cao is very lucky. It seems that he is really destined to Tiaobo River."

For the sake of his friends, this God Dou Shan really doesn’t want any old face.

In fact, in the past, neither his colleagues in the Shanshui officialdom nor even his immediate boss in charge of the Shanshui of dozens of prefectures and counties, the city governor Dou Yan, had never been so low-spirited and smiled.

It was certain that Master Cao Xian, who had a good temperament, was an official from the Ministry of Industry who came from Chier Street or Yichi Lane in Dali Capital City.

Dali officials, no matter how big or small they are, are difficult to deal with. For example, this time the rivers were rerouted, many mountain god temples, rivers and water houses, including Dieyunling, and the fine wines and beauties that had been prepared long ago were not sent.

For practical purposes, those Dali officials did not come as guests at all, but they were still very attentive to the specific implementation of official affairs. They performed their duties in an orderly manner and did things in a very orderly manner.

What kind of people, what kind of friends to make.

Chen Ping'an roughly knew what he was thinking, and asked in his heart: "I heard that Cen Hebo didn't have many friends, except for the God Dou Shan. I wonder if there is an old man named Cui among his friends?"

"No."

"The old man's surname is Cui. He is a pure martial artist."

"I don't know him. I have never had any contact with Jianghu people."

Chen Ping'an continued: "That old man Cui once taught me boxing skills carefully, but he thought that my qualifications were not good enough, so he did not officially accept him as a disciple, so I can only be regarded as an anonymous boxing disciple of Mr. Cui."

Over at Luo Luoshan Bamboo House, the old man never talked about past events with Chen Pingan, such as Cui Cheng and Tiaobohe Cen Wenqian being good friends, or the old man chatting with Nuan Shu and the others.

Only by listening to God's notification can we know.

Strangely enough, Cui Cheng was never nice to Chen Ping'an, but when it came to Nuanshu and Xiao Mili, he was extremely kind.

Cen Wenqian was silent for a moment, "Master Cao Xian is really good at joking. A mountain immortal who is accomplished in Taoism actually goes to practice boxing and learn some martial arts styles. Isn't it a waste of time and a waste of immortal talent? Master Cao Xian is not afraid of complaints from his family and the elders in the mountain that he is not doing his job properly?"

"

It was obvious that this He Bo talked a lot more compared to the conciseness and conciseness of the previous question and answer.

Chen Ping'an caught another golden sea bass, threw the pole into the water again, and said with a smile: "There are no elders in the family anymore. As for going up the mountain to practice, there is a leader, but there is no master-disciple status, so I called myself a casual cultivator before.

It’s not the junior’s intention to trick others.”

Cen Wenqian smiled and asked: "As a Taoist, how does it feel to learn boxing?"

Chen Pingan said softly: "Learning boxing is not easy, especially when Mr. Cui teaches boxing. It is so difficult that people regret learning boxing."

Cen Wenqian sighed.

Then you can't do it falsely.

This secretive young official of Dali is probably really the anonymous disciple of Cui Cheng.

Cui Cheng's attitude towards practicing martial arts was exactly the same as his rigorous attitude towards running a family and studying.

Cen Wenqian asked: "Since Master Cao Xian claims to be an anonymous disciple, is there any trace of Cui Cheng's boxing skills?"

Chen Pingan replied with a smile: "I have a great disciple who was the founder of the martial arts school. His martial arts qualifications are better than mine. Fortunately, he caught the eye of Mr. Cui and was accepted as his direct disciple. However, Mr. Cui does not stick to trivial matters and everyone counts their seniority."

Cen Wenqian nodded, it was something Cui Cheng could do.

Chen Ping'an asked: "Mr. Cui can also sing in harmony with Cen Hebo's poems?"

Cen Wenqian smiled and said: "Of course, Cui Cheng's knowledge and talents are very good, and he deserves to be called a literary giant. When I first met him, Cui Cheng was still a young scholar who was on a study tour. Dou Yan still doesn't know

Cui Cheng's true identity has always been mistaken for him as the scholarly seed of a noble family in an ordinary small country."

Cen Wenqian introduced him: "Mr. Dou, Master Cao Xian is Cui Cheng's unnamed disciple."

Dou Yan asked in confusion: "Which Cui Cheng?"

Cen Wenqian smiled and said

: "He's the poor scholar who has a drink with you every time he passes by Duoyunling."

Dou Yan laughed loudly and said: "Oh, it's about that Xiao Cui. I remember, why don't you remember? I've met him a few times, but that Xiao Cui has a high vision and is only close to Cen Hebo. He only knows how to cheat me every time."

liquor."

Then Dou Shanshen noticed that the face and eyes of the young Dali official were a bit strange.

Dou Yan wondered: "What's going on? Why don't we call him Xiao Cui? There is an age difference of two to three hundred years between the two of us. Do I have to call him Brother Cui? That's too pretentious."

Chen Pingan stared at the river blankly.

The water in the river is as blue as the sky, and the perch seems to be hanging in the mirror. If it is not beside the clouds, it is next to the wine.

It turns out that I was young once.

Just like that old grandma.

This is an unimaginable thing.

Just like Mr. Qi, Cui Cheng, and Grandma to Chen Pingan.

Chen Ping'an to Pei Qian, Cao Qinglang, Zhao Shuxia and others.

Li Baoping, Pei Qian and Li Huai are the children of Bai Xuan and the little mute of Qilong Lane.

And those children who are still young now may become Luoposhan in the future, senior masters that the disciples of the lower sect cannot imagine.

Perhaps this is how the fire is passed down from generation to generation.

Chen Pingan squatted by the river and shook the two bass in the fish basket into the river. After putting away the fishing rod and the fish basket, he stood up and took out a white bowl from his sleeve. He changed his name and said with a smile: "Mr. Cen

, regarding the change of roads in Dadu, I am an outsider in the officialdom of Dadu and cannot change anything. However, is Mr. Cen willing to take a step back and serve as a lake and Hebo nearby without changing the Jinshen Temple and Hebo Water Mansion? "

The man spoke nonsense, and God Dou Shan was confused. Cen Wenqian was transferred to the position of Yihuhebo? But where could there be a lake within a radius of hundreds of miles?

Why, you want to move mountains and create lakes? Young people really think that they are an old god in the fifth realm, with the supreme magical power to move mountains and seas?

To put it ten thousand steps back, even if we could move a few unmaintained mountains and dig out a large hole from the ground to carry the lake water, where would the water come from?

, pulling the Tiaobo River into the lake? Besides, it is the dry season now, and there is not enough water in the Tiaobo River. What's more, if you really want to act so wantonly, the mountains and rivers will be too involved, which will affect the people on both sides of the strait this year's autumn harvest. By then, the Dali imperial court will definitely

Even if the capital of Dali and the Ministry of Industry of the capital can make an exception, the diversion of the river is a foregone conclusion. Even if the new lake is built, it will still be in the embarrassing situation of the sourceless water. The water transportation of the lake will be lifeless, and the old lake will be dead.

The water-born spirits in the Tiaobo River will never move to a stagnant pool with Cen Hebo. By then, Cen Wenqian will still be a lonely person with faded fragrance, so what is the significance of this move?

Young and energetic, I don’t know what to say.

But having said that, this kind intention must be understood carefully.

Cen Wenqian smiled and shook her head and said: "Master Cao Xian does not need to work so thanklessly and waste his spiritual energy and official connections in vain."

Chen Ping'an said with a smile: "Junior Rong can tell you something that is not embarrassing at all. This matter is not laborious at all. It is just a matter of lifting a glass on the wine table."

Dou Shanshen smiled angrily and said: "Wen Qian, look, does this look and tone look like that pauper Cui Cheng back then?"

"Junior, go and come back."

The man in green shirt held a bowl in one hand, took just one step, and disappeared in an instant, thousands of miles away.

Dou Yan used the natal magical power of a mountain god, and after recovering his mind, he was shocked and said: "Good guy, I am no longer in the realm of Dieyunling!"

Soon the man in green shirt returned to the Tiaobo River, still holding the white bowl in his hand, but with an extra bowl of water.

Dou Yan was greatly disappointed, the thunder was loud and the rain was light?

How much water can such a big white bowl hold, even if it uses immortal magic? It’s not as rich as a jumping river, right? What’s the point of looking far away from the near?

However, Cen Wenqian's expression became serious and she asked: "Did Master Cao borrow water from Dadu?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "Run a little further and change to a different place to get water."

Cen Wenqian asked: "But sea water?!"

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "Mr. Cen, don't worry, although the water was taken near the estuary, the junior has gone to the turbidity to get the clear water. For the time being, it is not as clear as the Tiaobo River water, but in the future, the quality of water transport will not be too bad. This
To be continued...