Sword of Coming

Over in the Qingluan Kingdom, there was a handsome young man in white who took an old man and a young boy to visit the most beautiful places in the country.

Prior to this, this young man "picked up" a jade seal of Wenjing Kingdom's subjugation from a man whose family had fallen into disgrace at Fengwei Ferry in the hometown of Liu Laocheng, the only wild cultivator of the Five Realms in Aquarius Continent.

However, this Wenjing Kingdom was not destroyed by the horses of the Great Li Cavalry, but by an earlier old almanac.

The subjugated prince of Wenjing Kingdom never seemed to have any thoughts of restoring his country. After so many years, he never came down the mountain and is still practicing Taoism on the mountain.

And in this way, even if Wen Jingguo still has some residual luck, it is actually equivalent to completely ending the country.

Because it is an iron law in the world that no monk in the fifth realm can become an emperor or monarch.

In addition to the jade seal purchased at a low price, the young man also went to see the old apricot tree, the "Emperor Tree", the "Prime Minister Tree", and the "General Apricot Tree". One tree has three imperial seals. The young man in white stopped there and saw the big tree. With an empty stomach at the bottom, the young man squatted in the tree hole and muttered for a long time.

Later, on the way, the young man who got the jade seal used the reason of "collecting it for completeness" and walked to a certain mountain. He made a bet with an old monk who was walking on the Fulong Road. After winning, he made another bet. He bet two on two, and almost won another round, so he continued to bet all on the table, bet four on four, and finally bet eight on eight, winning the opponent. In the end, only two jade seals were left. The foreigner named Cui He was so addicted to gambling that he even threatened to bet the remaining two pieces of the sixteen treasures he had received on his opponent, but he still won.

Just like this, relying on shitty luck, the boy in white got the remaining sixteen treasures of Wenjing Kingdom inexplicably. He swaggered down the mountain, randomly packed all the priceless imperial seals into cotton bags, and asked a frail child to carry them on his back. , on the way down the mountain, there was a clanging sound.

The Glazed Immortal Old Man who was an old servant always felt chills running down his spine on the way down the mountain. The mountain-protecting formation would be activated at any time, and then someone would close the door and beat the dog. Of course, it was hard to say who would beat whom in the end. But the old monk was worried that if the magic weapon didn't have eyes, and Master Cui couldn't take care of it, he would be accidentally killed. The old monk knew very well that the only thing Master Cui Xian cared about was the little fool with cloudy eyes.

Fortunately, the gambling luck on that mountain finally improved for once and I didn't take action.

Along the way, the three of them walked a lot.

I have seen the so-called cavalry performance in the capital of Yunxiao Kingdom, and enjoyed the Mid-Autumn Lantern Festival in the capital of Qingshan Kingdom. It is a pity that the old monk was not able to see the eccentric "Five Beauties" of the Emperor of Qingshan Kingdom. It is a bit regretful, otherwise it would be better to have more experience. . However, Cui Xianshi bought a popular "Qian Materia Medica". It was either a rare imperial book or an ordinary book store. He often read it while walking on the mountain trails and said it was a bit chewy.

After crossing the border of Qingluan Kingdom, Cui Xianshi walked even slower. He often took out a jade seal and rubbed it on the face of the child he nicknamed "Brother Gao".

Liuli Xianweng has always been like a servant porter to a wealthy son on a study tour, carrying a glove box.

However, I feel that compared to that "Brother Gao" who is often ridden, he is actually very lucky, so he often tells himself to cherish blessings.

As for many of Mr. Cui's casual behaviors, the old monk has long been accustomed to them.

For example, among a group of wild cultivators in the mountains, one of the three was named Lu Yangzhen. The two of them met by chance. After walking together for a while, the Liuli Immortal could not understand why such an ant wild cultivator had the qualifications to compete with Master Cui. The conversation was very pleasant, and in the end, we got an opportunity deliberately left by Master Cui Daxian. It was a rain shelter cave, and the mechanism was "accidentally" touched. As a result, one of the formation masters was blessed with a lot of fame. If the talisman paper for Huang Xi is converted into immortal money, it will definitely be a huge windfall. The other two, Lu Yangzhen and others, also gained a lot. I believe those three people felt as if they had stepped in dog shit. When they raised their feet and looked up, they were about to curse, but there was gold hidden under the dog shit.

Liuli Immortal looked at the three wild cultivators who were ecstatic at that time. After discussing it, he showed some enthusiasm and coyly wanted to give some of the immortal money to Master Cui. Master Cui actually looked "surprised" He smiled with "joy" and "tears of gratitude". Liuli Xianweng was beside him, feeling uncomfortable.

But I don’t know what to do? Then don't think about it. Liuli Xianweng, an evil cultivator of the evil way, is very clear about some things.

As for Yanzhi Zhai, where the female monks from Yunxiao Kingdom gathered together, the young man in white stood at the gate of the mountain with his hands on his hips, shouting and selling his fairy erotic pictures. Then, of course, the deal failed to be negotiated, Renyi was not around, and he could only be chased down the mountain by a large group of female monks.

This kind of thing is not a big deal at all.

Liuli Xianweng feels that he has successfully cultivated his mind along the way!

Except for the fun.

Master Cui occasionally became a little serious, which impressed the old monk even more.

In the Golden Gui Temple, Cui Xianshi and the temple master sat and discussed the Tao.

While chatting, the old viewer fell into a state of forgetfulness.

The temple master's name was Zhang Guo, and he was at the Dragon Gate realm. He seemed to be showing signs of reaching the Golden Core realm.

The Liuli Immortal was filled with envy when he saw it.

At the Baishui Temple, where spring water rolled down the ground, Master Cui Xian sat on a well whose mouth was blocked for unknown reasons, and began to lecture on the Sutra with a young monk who preached far more outside the temple than inside the temple.

Both are dressed in white.

One Confucian and one monk.

The two sides first debated that "the word "deviate from the scriptures" is the theory of demons.

Liuli Xianweng was listening to the Heavenly Book anyway and was not interested at all.

The child "Brother Gao" was squatting on the side of the bamboo door, listening to everyone inside talking about their own methods. The child was babbling a little, but still couldn't speak.

Finally, Master Cui Xian, who was fluttering in white clothes, sat cross-legged on the well blocked by bluestone, and said a few Zen words with a smile, "The ten directions will be cut off, and the thousand eyes will be cut off? Why not sit down and cut off the tongues of all the people in the world? Then do you want to hate it?" Why don’t you kick over the lotus seat and smash the Buddha’s head to pieces?”

Then he slapped it and broke the bluestone blocking the well.

The young man dressed in white hovered over the mouth of the well, laughed again and asked: "Old monk, you also have the spirit of a cat, and you don't dare to bark in front of others?"

The monk in white lowered his head, clasped his hands, and chanted softly.

Cui Xianshi finally smiled and said: "The Buddhist scriptures are a bit heavy, so you can only put them down if you can lift them. The two doors in the west cannot be opened if you can't see through them."

The young monk raised his head, smiled knowingly, and said slowly: "As high as you are at chess as there are few in the world, and as stupid as I am in the world."

Then Liuli Immortal saw his Master Cui, who seemed to have finished talking, so he jumped into the well, laughed and walked away, patted the child on the head, and the three of them left Baishui Temple together.

The young man in white swayed his sleeves and walked carelessly, tutting his tongue: "If this stubborn stone refuses to nod, and is buried in the wild tobacco vines without an unexpected encounter, wouldn't it be a pity?!"

The Liuli Immortal didn't understand anything anyway, he just didn't know how to pretend to understand, and nodded and said: "Master Immortal, in addition to your great knowledge, I never thought that you are also so high in Taoism and Dharma. It is no problem to participate in the debate on the three religions. "

The boy in white smiled and cursed: "Fuck you!"

Liuli Immortal smiled awkwardly, but still nodded and said: "The immortal master is right."

The young man in white turned his head and said, "You are quite wise. Why don't you stay here and become a monk?"

The Glazed Immortal Old Man said with a mournful face: "No, I really don't have the wisdom to practice Buddhism! Not at all!"

Then Cui Dongshan took an old man and a young child to the capital of Qingluan Kingdom.

I met the leader of a small Taoist temple.

The Taoist temple is called Baiyun Temple. It is a secluded place about the size of a piece of tofu, adjacent to the back streets of the market. It is noisy with chickens crowing and dogs barking, children playing, and vendors hawking.

Cui Dongshan stayed there for a few days and donated a lot of money for sesame oil. Of course, he also borrowed and read books. This visitor didn't have much else but a large collection of books. Moreover, the unknown middle-aged Taoist priest had nearly a million words of various reading experiences. Cui Dongshan read more of these. The owner of the temple was not too self-conscious and was happy to have others read it. The key point was that this foreign boy who was on a study tour was also a generous pilgrim, and his Baiyun Temple was finally not a mess.

On the morning when Cui Dongshan said goodbye and left, a little Taoist boy who had finally lived the life of a god for a few days was really reluctant to let him go. He burst into tears all over his nose. The master who watched the little Taoist boy felt a little sad. How incompetent is this master?

Cui Dongshan walked for less than half a day.

The little Taoist boy was still complaining there, a little absent-minded while sweeping the fallen leaves on the floor of the Taoist temple with a broom.

Then seven or eight oxcarts arrived outside Baiyun Temple, saying they were delivering books.

The bullock cart was filled with various books from various schools of thought, and they were carried box by box to the small Taoist temple.

This scene left the thin, middle-aged viewer dumbfounded.

However, when the last bullock cart was loaded with a plaque, the visitor called the little Taoist boy who was overjoyed, and together they carefully carried it to the study.

There are two words written on the plaque, "Zhai Xin".

After leaving the capital of Qingluan Kingdom, Liuli Xianweng served as the driver of a carriage. Cui Dongshan sat aside and the child took a nap in the carriage.

The old monk asked softly: "Master Immortal, the master of Baiyun Temple is not a Taoist, why do you think so highly of him?"

Cui Dongshan, one on the left, one on the right, one up and down, waved his two snow-white sleeves and said: "He, the two gentlemen before and after me, are the same kind of people. In peaceful times, it is not obvious, but in troubled times, That is……"

The old monk waited patiently for the next step, but there was no follow-up for a long time.

When Liuli Xianweng had given up the answer, Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "The best master."

Cui Dongshan stopped his hands and said slowly: "Ordinary teachers can make good students better in knowledge. Slightly better teachers can also teach good students and manage bad students. They are willing to persuade people to correct their mistakes and do good. As for the best teacher in the world, A good master is one who is willing to show the utmost patience and kindness to the great evils in the world that are uneducated and ignorant of. For such people, no matter where they go, the school and the sound of books are actually there. Some people find it noisy, but it doesn’t matter. , if someone can listen, it’s good.”

Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "So they are not tinkers who are shaking up the world, but they are the source of the human heart in the world. The water goes down and passes by everyone's feet, so it is not high. Anyone can bend down and grab the water. drink."

Cui Dongshan suddenly stood up and raised his arms high as if holding a wine glass. At this moment, the boy in white stood upright with high spirits, "There are many fat, sweet and greasy things in the world. Everyone yearns for them. It's natural and right. It should be like this. It's delicious." When you are thirsty, there is water to drink. It is up to you to take it. Isn’t it joyful and unfortunate?”

Liuli Xianweng drove the carriage carefully.

well.

Master Cui Daxian always said strange things that made people confused.

As a result, the old monk was kicked on the back of the head, and the man cursed: "Damn it, you didn't even say a word of flattery or give me any applause?!"

The old monk was startled, and he quickly began to draft and think of words.

It's just that these flattering words are not always available. What's more, after such a scare to Master Cui, Liuli Immortal Man racked his brains and couldn't think of any suitable words.

Fortunately, the man behind him has already said: "Forget it, you won't be lucky enough to go to Luoluo Mountain in your life anyway."

Then the Glazed Immortal became a little more relaxed.

Because around the carriage, blue birds made of origami were flying around like living creatures.

It's not the yellow seal talisman that ordinary monks in the fifth realm buy with a lot of money.

It is the "Innocence Talisman" made of material and color like the sky clearing after rain. It is said to be the special talisman paper of Taoist sect Baogao, which is extremely rare and expensive.

The old monk is also considered to be half an expert in the talisman lineage.

So I also know that the most mysterious talisman in the world is a kind of cyan talisman that contains the true meaning of the saint. It has no exact name.

It's just that these Baogao Innocence Talismans were casually used to make origami birds.

Master Cui, is it really suitable?

It would be nice for you, the old man, to give me a few as family heirlooms.

The old monk lamented in his heart.

In this bumpy and wandering journey, in fact, he really didn't get any benefit at all. He could only hope that one day in the future, Master Cui Daxian would feel that he had no merit at all, but he still had a hard work of being a cow and a horse.

Just the thought of working as a cow or a horse made the old monk feel a little better.

That little idiot in the carriage is the real bully.

Cui Dongshan suddenly said: "We will take a detour instead of going to the Liu family's lion garden. We will go see a poor man."

Then the old monk drove smoothly and slowly southward according to the route given by Cui Dongshan.

Along the way to Qingluan Kingdom, there are many rumors about Liu's Lion Park.

The head of the Liu family, the leader of the Shilin family, was in danger in his later years and his reputation was ruined. He was reduced from a clean figure who was like a literary genius in the country to a literary demon. His poems and articles were devalued to be worthless, and they were not even mentioned. More dirty water was poured down on the head, and there was no way to avoid it. A scholarly family home, one of the four major private gardens in Qingluan Kingdom, suddenly became a place where filth could hide. There were many large and small bookshops in the streets and shops. Poorly printed pornographic books were circulated throughout the government and the public.

Therefore, when the second son Liu Qingshan returned from traveling and held a wedding banquet in the Lion Garden to marry an unknown foreign girl, Old Minister Liu did not see a single close friend from his family.

As for Liu Qingfeng, the eldest son who "killed relatives for justice", he was removed from the Liu family tree long ago. Now he does not hold a high official position. It is said that he is an assistant official in charge of water transportation. Compared with the previous county magistrate, his official position has been promoted, but No one thinks that such a person can reach such a high position in the Qingluan Kingdom, where reputation is the most important thing. Maybe one day he will even lose his official skin, and no one will care about him. He is not a worthy person. It's too boring to talk a few jokes after tea and dinner.

Furthermore, today's Qingluan Kingdom is prospering and its national destiny is prosperous.

Temples, mountains, rivers and lakes, and scholars are all full of talented people, springing up like bamboo shoots after the rain, creating a great atmosphere.

For example, there is a child who is only six years old. In just one year, the name of the child prodigy has spread throughout the government and the public. At this year's Mid-Autumn Lantern Festival in the capital, the young child prodigy was ordered to enter the capital and was summoned by the Emperor and the Empress to climb the building. The child The Empress, who was doted on at first sight, hugged her affectionately on her lap. His Majesty the Emperor personally tested the poetry of this child prodigy and asked the child to compose an impromptu poem according to the proposition. The child was held in the arms of the Empress After thinking about it for a while, he wrote a poem. His Majesty the Emperor Long Yan was so happy that he unexpectedly gave his child the official position of "Da Zhou Zheng". This means that this child is very likely to be the youngest civil servant not only in Qingluan Kingdom, but in the entire history of Aquarius Continent!

At this moment, winter is about to begin.

On the bank of a Cao River that has not yet been completely dredged, on a quiet road, on the roof of a bumpy carriage, a boy in white is sitting cross-legged. In his hand, the child is holding a paper kite, a specialty of Qingluan Country, called the Wooden Harrier.

As long as the silk thread continues, all the paper kites in the world are destined to fly high, but cannot go far.

Cui Dongshan lay down on his back and stared blankly at the paper kite in the sky.

My husband, how are you doing now?

The matter of reopening water transportation is extremely complicated and involves all aspects of Qingluan Kingdom. Therefore, the imperial court does not blindly pursue speed, and progress appears to be slow.

The officials who presided over this matter were not of high rank. There were three of them. Two were Lijing doctors who were transferred from the Ministry of Household Affairs and the Ministry of Works respectively. There was also a governor of the city where a certain section of the main water transport route was located. Since the court did not have This matter has been widely publicized, and not much attention has been paid to it in the Qingluan Kingdom. It seems that the two Beijing officials are more pragmatic, and the local governor is pragmatic, but in fact it is not the case. On the contrary, the one who originally thought it was just a formality The governor, when he actually arrived at the makeshift government office by the Cao River, he discovered that the two noble doctors, whose rank was not as good as his own, seemed to have already made plans. The regulations were detailed and well-organized, which was almost cumbersome. Even he, who was familiar with local government affairs, All the officials in the border areas felt that they couldn't get involved, so they just had to follow the rules step by step.

In addition to the two official fifth-rank doctors from the capital from the Ministry of Household Affairs and the Ministry of Works, there is also an auxiliary official from the fifth rank, whose surname is Liu Mingqingfeng.

Governor Hong really despises this backward official surnamed Liu. Selling friends for glory in the world is already despised by everyone. A bastard who sells his father for glory in the officialdom. Governor Hong feels that he has to deal with such people every day. When we discuss matters together, we have to change into official robes the next day. It’s so uncomfortable to even drink a cup of tea.

For more than half a year, Governor Hong has always regarded Liu Qingfeng as having a nose that is not a nose and eyes that are not eyes. The two officials from the capital seemed to understand Mr. Hong's mood very well and deliberately turned a blind eye to it. As for Liu Qingfeng himself, it was probably because he had a small official hat and a guilty conscience. , has been pretending to be respectful to Governor Hong, and many details of the dredging of the Cao River were discussed at the table. Liu Qingfeng almost never spoke proactively, and would only speak when two officials from the capital asked for details.

On this day, in a village next to a section of the Cao River, there was a lively bamboo horse dance to watch.

A scholar who had walked back and forth across the Old Cao River twice, and a young scholar named Liu Li, sat together on the top of a low yellow mud wall, watching from a distance the noisy gongs and drums over there, and the bamboo horses and horses. Made of bamboo strips, the bamboo horse is wrapped with five-color cloth, divided into two sections, front and back, and hung around the waist of the person jumping on the bamboo horse. According to local customs, formal clothes ride a red horse, green clothes ride a yellow horse, women ride a green horse, and scholars Riding a white horse and a martial artist riding a black horse each have their own meanings.

In fact, the scholar can no longer tell that he is a scholar with official status. His skin is tanned and shiny, and he is wearing coarse linen clothes. The only thing on his feet is a pair of very strong but old suede boots, which are not something ordinary villagers can have. .

Not every village can go through the bamboo jumping horse. It depends on which village pays. If the money is more, the bamboo horse will dance according to the price.

This village obviously offers a lot of money, so the bamboo horse dance is particularly exciting.

Near the top of the wall were many libertines and tall young men who had come from other villages to join in the fun.

Pointing at the girl in the wealthy village, he talked freely, saying that the girl from a certain family would definitely have big breasts in the future, and that the girl from a certain family would definitely have a son. There was laughter and laughter all around the wall, and some people were arguing. Which young lady is the prettiest? Let’s compare who is the prettiest lady within dozens of miles around. Anyway, everyone has their own preferences.

The scholar also looked at the women they were pointing at, and made no secret of his appreciation. The scholar sitting next to him felt a little helpless, "Master, why are you so unruly?"

The scholar smiled and said: "The nature of women is that it is most difficult to be white. In fact, being fat or thin does not matter."

The book boy said helplessly: "Master, you can just say so."

The scholar smiled and said: "You are still young, and you will understand in the future that a woman's face is not the most important, but a good figure is the best."

The boy rolled his eyes and said, "Sir, I understand what this is all about. I haven't even read a few books, but I still have to get the honors and be an official like the master."

The scholar nodded, "You are a good scholar, and you will definitely be an official in the future."

The book boy suddenly became very happy.

Whatever the master says, no matter what it is, it is always accurate!

Far away from them, and nearby on the bamboo horse, there were constant cheers and cheers.

On the other hand, there were a lot of spectators near the wall on their side. Many of them were picky and disapproving. There were more sneers and sparse applause.

The book boy asked softly: "Master, you are very knowledgeable and know the origins of those bamboo jumping horses. Can you tell me whether you really didn't dance? I think it's good."

Liu Qingfeng said in a low voice: "Of course it's good, but we don't have to spend money, so why should we say yes? Which of the good things in the world doesn't need to cost money?"

The book boy was confused, "What does this mean?"

Liu Qingfeng smiled slightly, stopped talking, and touched the young man's head, "Don't think too much about this, you are in a great time to study now."

The bookboy nodded, remembered something, and asked curiously: "Why do you, sir, only look at the historical files on taxation in the Ministry of Household Affairs recently?"

The book boy still doesn't know that this is not something that his master can read through now that he is an official. Someone even secretly sent it to the desk.

Liu Qingfeng said softly: "Looking through the history books, it is found that later emperors asked people to write about the personnel of the previous dynasty, which is inevitably distorted. However, the only thing about money comings and goings is the least likely to lie. So when we read history, we must read it if we have the chance. The life experiences of those who have been in charge of financial power in the past dynasties, as well as their process of minting and promoting various large and small money. Taking one person as the point, taking the profit and loss of the national treasury as the line, and then spreading it out, it will be easier to see clearly the gains and losses of national policies."

The book boy scratched his head.

Liu Qingfeng looked at the hustle and bustle in the distance and said with a smile: "You don't have to worry. If you want to read a book in the future, I will have it here."

The book boy felt a little happy when he saw that the master liked to chat today.

Because those two surveys at the beginning and end of the Cao River were really exhausting, and the master was not very talkative at that time. He just looked at the mountains and rivers that had no difference and wrote notes silently.

The boy took advantage of the master's willingness to talk more today, so he asked more, "Master, why do you always have to chat with the masters and gentlemen from the city and country schools whenever you go to a place?"

Liu Qingfeng said: "Where does the seed of reading come from? After the parents in the family, there is the teacher. Why is it not an important thing that we scholars must pay attention to? Is it possible that scholars who are full of knowledge and are willing to cultivate themselves and their families will fall out of thin air?"

The book boy hummed, "What I said makes sense."

Liu Qingfeng smiled slightly and said, "You can think about this matter carefully now."

The book boy nodded and said, "Okay!"

Suddenly, a group of strong young men and tall boys came flying towards them. Seeing Liu Qingfeng and Shutong's feng shui treasure, one of them jumped up on the wall and said, "Get out of here."

The young book boy had an angry look on his face.

Unexpectedly, his master had already stood up and silently jumped off the low wall without saying anything. The young man had no choice but to follow suit and went to admire the bamboo jumping horse elsewhere. But when he looked again, it was no longer true.

The young man was so angry.

Liu Qingfeng stood elsewhere, stretching his neck, standing on tiptoes, and continued to watch the bamboo jumping horse in the village's farm.

The young man was unhappy.

My master is good at everything, but his temper is too good, which is not good at all.

"If you don't talk about right and wrong with others, in the end you will be the one who is right and wrong."

Liu Qingfeng smiled and said: "Don't compete with hypocrites for fame, don't compete with true villains for profit, don't compete with stubborn people, don't compete with common men for courage, don't compete with scornful scholars for talent. Don't compete with fools for kindness."

This is indisputable.

In fact, there is still knowledge about fighting.

However, Liu Qingfeng felt that it would be better to talk to the boy next to him later.

It is not a good thing for a young scholar to not focus on reading and just think about big principles.

Just don't make big mistakes.

The young Liu Bei mustered up the courage to retort for the first time to his omniscient master, "If we don't fight for anything, then we will have nothing. It would be such a disadvantage. There is no reason to give in every step of the way in life. I think so not good!"

Liu Qingfeng smiled and said, "Think about it again."

Liu Bei shook his head and said, "I just can't figure it out."

Liu Qingfeng looked away, turned to look at the boy, and joked: "How can you be my book boy if you are so stupid?"

Liu Ming smiled.

Liu Qingfeng suddenly said: "Let's go."

Liu Bei left with the master.

Liu Qingfeng walked slowly, thinking about some things that were either small or big.

Liu Bei originally had problems, but as soon as she saw the master like this, she knew that she couldn't disturb the master.

Liu Qingfeng would only stand by and watch what Li Baozhen was doing now.

Li Baozhen's ambition, or ambition, is actually not small.

This one of the several leaders of the Lvboting spies in the south of Dali is trying to make a detailed plan from the bottom. He is a scholar, a hero, a scholar leader, and a temple official. After he, Li Baozhen, entered the Qingluan Kingdom. , everyone started to be chess pieces controlled by him, and now almost all of them are young and ignorant children, such as the child prodigy who was awarded the title of "Great Zhou Zheng".

It sounds very rude, full of conspiracies, and appears sinister and murderous, but in fact it is not the case.

Li Baozhen is like building a house. His first goal is not to be the behind-the-scenes emperor of the Qingluan Kingdom, but to be able to one day control the fate of the Immortal Family on the mountain by a secular dynasty. , the reason is very simple, even the Taoist embryo was sent to the mountain by me, Li Baozhen, and the Dali court. Year after year, the Taoist embryo became a certain founder or the mainstay of a large group of mountains. After a long time, let’s talk about it again It's easy to explain Yamashita's rules.

During this period, Wei Liang, the governor of Qingluan Kingdom, watched with cold eyes, and occasionally made several rules that Li Baozhen himself must abide by.

Liu Qingfeng could clearly see Li Baozhen's plans, from his intentions to his tactics. To put it bluntly, it was either the leftovers from Liu Qingfeng's fun, or the things he, Liu Qingfeng, deliberately left for Li Baozhen.

For example, since this year, several literary celebrities in Qingluan Kingdom have gained notoriety.

How to do it? It was still the same three-piece ax that Liu Qingfeng taught Li Baozhen back then. He first praised them, saying that those people's poems and articles were worthy of worshiping saints, and bragging about those people's characters to the altar of moral saints.

Then someone came out and said a few words of approval, and then quietly began to gain momentum, and began to lead the public opinion in the literary world, inducing neutral people to sincerely hate those few moral saints who actually felt inexplicable to themselves.

In the end, it’s even simpler. Aren’t you morally flawless saints? Then use random nonsense, arrange it in a big way, and criticize those people for their lack of personal ethics. At this time, it was the turn of the Jianghu and the market to exert their efforts. Traveling storytellers and private bookstore owners began to take turns to fight. Of course, there was also a group of "imperial" literati whom Li Baozhen had secretly won over. They began to express their sorrow and speak out. In the end, do the common people who are ruined and unknowingly contribute to the flames really care about the truth? There may be some, but they are destined not to be many. The vast majority of them are just there to watch the excitement, right? Just like Liu Qingfeng today, watching the excitement of the bamboo horse from a distance?

Why should we look at the people who are just trying to be lively and ask them to think too much?

Liu Qingfeng would not.

What's more, there is never any excitement in the world that doesn't end.

After the hustle and bustle, there is dead silence.

This has always been the case.

Liu Qingfeng smiled and said to himself: "I'm off to a good start."

What's more, Li Baozhen is very smart and can easily draw inferences.

Liu Qingfeng suddenly stopped and said to the young man beside him: "Liu Ming, remember, if one day in the future, no matter who comes to advise you to harm me, whether it is to be a long-term covert chess piece, or to assassinate in a hurry, , you just nod your head and agree. Not only do you agree to the other party, you also have to use all your means and do your best without any hesitation or mercy."

The young book boy's face turned pale.

My mind goes blank.

I don't understand why my master would say such scary words.

Liu Qingfeng looked as normal and said softly: "Because you will definitely not succeed. If I keep you by my side, I will actually hurt you once, so I must save you once. Don't let you die in vain for the so-called morality. In the meantime , how much you can learn from me, accumulate connections, and what position you eventually climb to is all your own. As for why I still keep you by my side even though I know this, I just want to know whether you can become The second Li Baozhen, and even smarter than him, smart enough to truly benefit the world in the end."

The young scholar's face was filled with tears because he was frightened by this strange master.

Liu Qingfeng asked softly: "Do you remember?"

The young man wiped away his tears and nodded.

Liu Qingfeng smiled and said: "Very good, then from now on, you have to try to forget these things. Otherwise, you will not be able to deceive Li Baozhen."

After a while, Liu Qingfeng was rarely surprised.

Because a young man in white came towards him, but the personal guard sent to him by Dali did not show up from the beginning to the end.

The young man held a paper kite in his hand and smiled brightly, "Liu Qingfeng, I'm carrying a hoe to dig out my own foundation. You're not going to get anywhere by following that old bastard. You can hang out with Cui Dongshan from now on." Besides, what’s mine is mine, and what’s his is still mine, so there’s no need to be polite to him. I’m the biggest in the entire south of Aquarius Continent, and the old bastard has nothing to do with it.”

Liu Qingfeng smiled and said, "This is a bit difficult."

Liu Qingfeng can now read through all the confidential information of Lubo Pavilion, so he can roughly guess the hidden identity of the other party. Even if it is only the identity on the surface, the other party is actually enough to say these treacherous words.

Cui Dongshan threw the paper kite in his hand to Liu Qingfeng. After Liu Qingfeng caught it, he looked down and saw that there was no thread, and he smiled.

Liu Qingfeng raised his head, shook his head and said, "You should know that I, Liu Qingfeng, do not have this ambition. Self-preservation and freedom have never been what we scholars pursue."

Cui Dongshan strode forward, tilted his head, and stretched out his hand: "Then give it back to me."

Liu Qingfeng smiled and said: "Of course it's better if someone gives it to me for free, so I won't accept it back."

Cui Dongshan clicked his tongue and said, "Liu Qingfeng, if you continue to have such an appetite for me, I will help my husband recruit apprentices for me!"

Liu Qingfeng asked with a smile: "I wonder who Mr. Cui's husband is?"

Cui Dongshan stood there, his feet still, shrugging his shoulders, very naughty, and said with a smile: "You have seen it before."

Liu Qingfeng thought for a while and said, "I can't guess."

Cui Dongshan laughed loudly and said: "To show my sincerity, I won't talk to you anymore. My husband is the one who caused your bullock cart to fall into the water back then."

Liu Qingfeng was stunned for a long time and asked tentatively: "Chen Pingan?"

Cui Dongshan was also stunned for a moment, but in an instant, he came to Liu Qingfeng, jumped up slightly, and slapped Liu Qingfeng hard on the head. Liu Qingfeng staggered and almost fell down. He just heard the man's anger. He scolded: "How dare you fucking little brat call me husband by his first name?!"