If there is a young hermit official from the Great Wall of Sword Qi who can help mediate and mediate for the academy or academy, it may be miraculous at some point.

However, Chen Ping'an still bowed to express his gratitude, and then agreed wholeheartedly, but he only promised that he would be willing to mediate conflicts, but he absolutely did not guarantee that a certain swordsman would listen to him.

In this way, Liu Jijiu felt the best.

The old man patted the green-shirted arm next to him and said softly: "Ping An, don't know how to deal with the Daquan Dynasty just because of old feelings. Just do whatever you want."

Chen Pingan nodded and agreed, "I will."

In the dusk, the sun sets in the west.

At the top of Qingping Peak, the future Qingping Sword Sect, the old general stood on the edge of the cliff and tapped the railing.

Glancing at the two juniors around him, the old man was actually very satisfied. He seemed to be in a trance, remembering the young man in white with a sword on his back whom he met for the first time. At that time, the immortal was even a young man.

Riding on the national road, a romantic young man. Wherever his white hair goes, the setting sun reaches thousands of peaks.

Old Longzhou was officially renamed Chuzhou, the seat of Huaihuang County.

Li Huai returned to his hometown, accompanied by a personal attendant who looked like an old man in yellow.

It is the wild peach pavilion from Shiwanda Mountain, and now it is Taoist Haoran Nen who became famous in Yuanyangzhu.

Nen Taoist got off the ferry at Niujiao Ferry and looked around, "Master, your hometown is really a treasure land of geomantic omen. It is a land and water that nurtures people, and Master is one of the leaders. I just say that this Huaihuang County is a good name, Huaihuang County."

When the flowers are yellow, the world is busy."

It's a bit interesting and chewy.

In the past, a small Lizhu cave took root and descended from the cave to a blessed place. The young generation of the town seemed to have faced a silent test.

My father, mother, sister and husband returned to Beiju Luzhou, but my mother was still worried about the shop at the foot of Lion Peak.

Accompanying his young master to the small town, Taoist Nen glanced into the distance, and with a sound, Taoist Nen waved and shouted: "This... bah, little brother, come here and talk about it."

The guardian on the left side of the Riding Dragon Alley hesitated for a moment, glanced up at Li Huai, and then at the old man in yellow. After weighing the pros and cons, he still trotted over with his tail between his legs.

The young Taoist bowed his head and asked in a friendly manner: "Since my little brother has already successfully refined his form, why is he still so... introverted?"

The yellow dog drooped his head.

It's hard to describe in one word. It's hard to put into words.

So what if the refining is successful? What are the days of gods? They are the days when Pei Qian is not in Qilong Lane and Luolu Mountain!

How does it want to be the Zuo Protector of Qilong Lane? It was the title that the little Heitan gave him abruptly. The most miserable years were the days when the Little Heitan went to school. Every time the school ended,

, when passing by the toilet on the roadside, the little black tan will look strangely, smile playfully, and ask it if it is hungry.

Li Huai knelt down and rubbed the yellow dog's head.

It could be seen that the Zuo Guardian of Qilong Lane seemed to be quite nervous, so Li Huai did not let the young Taoist hold this fellow Taoist to greet him politely.

It was an old rural school. Li Huai went to the government office to find an acquaintance and ask for a key.

This school, where children were educated in the past, is still nominally owned by the Huaihuang County Government.

Last time at Yuanyangzhu near the Zhongtu Confucian Temple, Li Huai and Chen Pingan discussed something.

After learning that Chen Ping'an did have the idea of ​​becoming a teacher, but not a wife in his hometown, Li Huai asked why he didn't ask the Dali court for this land.

Each of the Xichen family opened their own private schools.

Chen Pingan's answer made Li Huai a little sad.

Today, there are very few local people left in the old houses in the small town. On New Year’s Eve, there are still a few families who walk through the door.

Dreaming about dinner at the house?

It is no exaggeration to say that nine out of ten people in my hometown have lost their fortune, and almost all of them have moved to the city. After selling their ancestral homes at a high price, or even a sky-high price, they all became rich people in the Longzhou Administration.

In the past, except for Fulu Street and Taoye Lane, except for those old Long Kiln masters, it was difficult for ordinary people to find a few pieces of silver. During those prosperous years, it was difficult for every household to find a copper coin.

, who still has copper coins in his pocket? The price has dropped a lot.

It's just that nearly thirty years have passed, and there are only a few people who can really hold on to their family business. Money comes and goes like water, and half of it is returned to gambling tables, brothels, and wine shops, and the family wealth is quickly ruined.

The young man couldn't even hold on to his new house in the city. Otherwise, he would have had a high-spirited attitude, drank a few taels of wine, got to know some so-called rich families and officials' sons, and would randomly start a business partnership with others, earning whatever money he could.

, I think that any business is a way to make money, and I dare to make any side money, but I am from a small town, how can I be as smart as those people?

The late winter sun shines on your body, making you feel warm.

There is an old saying in the town. If it is translated into Dali Mandarin, it probably means "in the Sun Cave", or "in the Sun Nest".

After Li Huai walked past the crab shop and iron lock well, he stopped. There used to be a fortune-telling stall here.

When I was a child, I went shopping with my sister Li Liu. When Li Liu was bargaining in the store, Li Huai got impatient and ran out of the store alone. I asked for a signature here, mainly because I wanted to ask for next year's schoolwork.

Make it simple, don’t be so hard to remember endorsements, it’s okay to be beaten, but you are often laughed at by the man with braids in Qilong Lane, which makes you uncomfortable. Who is not a respectable man?

Anyway, Li Huai was just shaking around, and a bamboo stick fell out of the bamboo stick. The young Taoist priest was shocked and said that it was a bamboo stick with a high-quality bamboo stick.

Li Huai was young at the time and could not understand or remember the contents of the signature. Li Huai only listened to the young Taoist priest and swore that this was one of the three best signatures and that he did not need to pay for it.

Because he was worried that the Taoist priest would go back on his word and ask for copper coins from him, Li Huai got the advantage and ran away to find his sister. If he really needed money, he asked my sister for it. The money was not enough, so he could marry his brother-in-law, right?

Fortunately, the young Taoist priest just put his hands in his sleeves and sat behind the stall, smiling like a cheap brother-in-law who had never been through the family.

When I got home, I told my mother that she was very happy. A dinner of big fish and meat was almost the same as Chinese New Year.

It is indeed a good sign.

A few days later, because he wanted to eat chicken legs again, Li Huai secretly went to the fortune-telling stall again, pretending that it was his first time there, and the result was another good fortune. The young Taoist priest said it was another one of the three good fortunes.

one.

Li Huai went home and told his mother that the oil and water were slightly less than last time.

On the way home, there was a little sparrow that was just scurrying around Li Huai. The child almost jumped up and caught it in his hand, and took it home with him.

The woman asked at the dinner table, "Does fortune telling cost money?"

Li Huai shook his head. Where did I get my pocket money? I saved it all.

If Li Liu fails to get married in the future, he will probably have to rely on the piggy bank he picked up from Lao Porcelain Mountain.

It's just that there is no need to say this. If Li Liu can't get married again, she will always be his biological sister, and her mother is indeed too partial to herself. No matter how young she is, Li Huai doesn't think this is good.

The woman was a little suspicious and turned to talk to her man. Could the young Taoist named Lu be a liar?

Li Er grinned, he couldn't cheat money anyway, it didn't matter whether he cheated or not.

The woman rubbed the corners of her eyes and understood. It was said that the young Taoist priest who liked to talk and touch his wife's hands must have taken a fancy to her beauty and planned to beat around the bush and take a long-term approach to catch the big fish. The woman already

He's proud, but he's not forgiving. He's really a pervert who doesn't learn well. Since he knows some words, why don't he go to Fulu Street to work as a bookkeeper for a wealthy family.

Li Er just immersed himself in eating and didn't talk to him. He still had a virtuous attitude that couldn't be beaten with a few sticks.

The woman doesn’t have any evil intentions. No matter how cowardly her man is, he will marry a chicken, a chicken, a dog, and a dog. If she doesn’t adhere to this principle, her neighbors and aunts will have their spines broken with gossip. She just

I was wondering if I could be a matchmaker for a girl from my mother's family.

Besides, Li Er is just disliked by others for not being able to make money, but she doesn't dislike him.

The woman ran to the fortune-telling stall and saw that he was young and had tender skin and tender flesh. Hey, it was not a good thing at first glance. He had no tendons on his body. How could he really go to the fields to do farm work? The key point was that he was still poor.

I heard that all year round, I can only live next to a wedding shop in Biandan Lane. It seems that the next door is Aunt Mao's bun shop.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have to set up a long-legged stall to make a living. Whose girl will marry him and live a long life? It's good to be left alone? Forget it, it's better not to harm the girl in her parents' family.

Li Huai took the young Taoist to the easternmost part of the town. There was a lonely yellow mud house. This was Zheng Dafeng's residence.

In fact, Li Huai had been very close to Zheng Dafeng since he was a child. Zheng Dafeng often carried children wearing crotchless pants around on his back, and Li Huai often pooped and peed at that time.

When Zheng Dafeng was in his hometown, he was just dawdling and getting by. Anyway, it was just another year of tinkering. He had money to buy wine but no money to drink. He could gamble, but his gambling skills were poor. How could any serious girl look up to such a person?

An idle libertine.

Now that Uncle Zheng is not at home, there is no shortage of Spring Festival couplets and everything is also cleaned up, unlike a place where no one has lived for many years.

Li Huai knew the reason. Uncle Zheng must have left the key to Nuan Shu, the young steward in Luo Luo Mountain.

Thinking of the girl in the pink skirt, he immediately thought of Chen Ping'an. Li Huai laughed, held the back of his head with both hands, swayed, and on the way to Dong Shuijing to eat a bowl of wontons, he casually said: "You're not the Great Sword Immortal?

It’s so outrageous.”

Dali Capital, a small alley.

After Lin Shouyi returned home, he came to see his father.

Lin Shouyi came to the side room and stood at the door.

My father was sitting cross-legged on the kang, with a pot of wine, a wine bowl, and several plates of side dishes to accompany the wine on the table. He drank by himself without using chopsticks.

The man with slightly frosted temples looked sideways at the door, holding a wine bowl in one hand, and said with an indifferent expression: "Is something wrong?"

Lin Shou nodded and said, "Something's wrong!"

Judging from the man's posture, if the son was fine, he would not have entered the house at all, and if it was no big deal, he could just stand at the door and finish talking before leaving.

If any outsiders were present and saw this scene, they would probably have their eyes spinning in the wine bowl.

If you give birth to a "Qilin son" like Lin Shouyi, and you are a high-ranking member of the Shangzhu Kingdom, do you have to worship him properly?
To be continued...