The tiger climbs the dragon and travels to the temple, and the fox and the ghost finally abandon the alliance. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info this chapter says that He Ziyi listened to the words of the white fox, borrowed its mana to escape, and went all the way to Bianjing. And because of the fox's small wrists, he can buy the best things and get the best hospitality with the least money, He Ziyi was very reluctant to go, and said: "I went to Beijing to take the exam to do things for the country, how can I take advantage of the people all the way?" Don't do that again. The fox promised very sweetly, but he always didn't change, and after a long time, He Ziyi also got used to it.

The road was smooth, and Bianjing was in sight, He Ziyi took a nap on the donkey cart, and then opened his eyes, which was wrong: why was the car running up the mountain?

"Hey, what's going on?" He Ziyi asked in a panic. The donkey cart stopped, and the white fox said in his ear: "Engong, go, there is a very effective temple on the top of the mountain, and your future future depends on it." ”

"Strange, my future depends on my own efforts, what's the use of the temple?" He Ziyi was confused, but his feet involuntarily walked along the steps of the mountain road, winding upward, only to see that there was indeed a corner of the Buddhist temple eaves hidden behind the pine forest, and a few Buddhist bells in the breeze, very elegant, but when he approached, he heard a burst of noise like a vegetable market, He Ziyi felt strange in his heart, and hurried over in a few steps. It turned out to be a beggar, and he also wanted to go in and ask for a signature, but the monk who guarded the door thought he was dirty and smelly, and refused to let him in for fear of soiling the place inside, but the beggar insisted on entering. It happened that a middle-aged scribe came here and spoke for the beggar, thinking that all the people who came were guests, and the monk should not be closed, and the monk was not convinced, so the three of them quarreled. The monk saw that this middle-aged man had read a book, and he didn't dare to offend too much, but seeing that he was dressed as if he didn't have much money and didn't pay much attention to it, he thought about it and sneered and said: "That's it, donor, since you are a scholar, the little monk will come up with a link, if you are right, even if you have knowledge, the little monk will listen to you." The middle-aged man raised his chin: "You say." The monk said, "Pure, ask for a pure, why can't you ask people?" ”

This uplink is simply a strong word, but the word "he" in the last half of the sentence is a combination of the words "people" and "can", so it is very difficult to be right. The middle-aged man's expression changed, and he opened his mouth and couldn't speak. The monk was triumphant, and the middle-aged scribe's face was very ugly.

He Ziyi happened to come at this time, looked at the situation, and already knew what was going on. It is a good thing for a beggar to enter the door to worship the Buddha and a scribe to help, but the monk's face is really hateful, how can he just hit it. He thought about it, suddenly had an idea, stepped forward and smiled: "Master! This prime minister has actually come out, don't you know? ”

When he said this, all three of them looked at him in surprise. The monk saluted and said, "Forgive the little monk for being dull." This minister didn't say anything, what was right? He Ziyi nodded and said: "I didn't say anything in front of your door, it's already a lower link, as the so-called: Mercy Gate, less mercy, teach me to be speechless!" ”

The middle-aged scribe shouted, "Good! The beggar smiled as well. The monk was speechless, so he could only turn sideways and invite them in. The beggar kowtowed deeply in front of the Bodhisattva three times, begged for a lot, looked at it, jumped up in surprise, and was about to run out of the temple, when he suddenly stopped, bowed in front of the middle-aged scribe and He Ziyi, looked at them deeply, and then left. With a smile on his face, the middle-aged scribe asked He Ziyi's net worth, and after learning that he was a scholar who rushed to take the exam this year, he nodded and left with his hands behind his back. He Ziyi also felt very proud of this broken link, begged to sign the association, and asked the white fox, it just laughed.

To say that this fox wrist is really high, not long after He Ziyi arrived in the capital, two guests came to the door, the horse he rode was snow-white without a single miscellaneous hair, the saddle across the horse was drawn with golden light, the green clothes he wore were better than the best materials that could be taken out of the whole street, and he walked and spoke with a demeanor like a well-educated scholarly disciple. When the two saw He Ziyi, they took out a big box and saluted: "My master wishes my son to show what he has learned." ”

What, these two men are still servants, so who are their masters? None of the people in the inn wanted to know, but the two left without saying anything else. He Ziyi opened the box, and it was full of things for the exam. He guessed that it was sent by the fox, so he didn't take it to heart, and the others were in awe of him, and they would come to him if they had anything to do, and invite him to go with him when they went out to have fun.

There are so many new things in the capital, He Ziyi is simply fascinated by it. And during that time, the fox seemed to have disappeared, and He Ziyi thought about it a little.

On this day, he returned from a late trip, and Xiao Er greeted him and said that he had a visitor. He Ziyi should be a good thing, he rushed into the room in a hurry, only to see a dark and thick guy with dirty and torn clothes running over to him excitedly: "Virtuous brother! Sure enough, you're here! "It turned out that this was Zheng Defu.

He Ziyi was also overjoyed, he already knew that those river workers couldn't help Zheng Defu, who was good at martial arts, but after all, he was a little worried, and at this time a big stone finally fell to the ground, and he hurriedly asked him how he did it become like this, why did he only come to Beijing now?

Zheng Defu first thanked the gods for sending the river map -- He Ziyi was confused about this matter, but because he had a ghost in his heart, he did not ask in detail -- and then recounted the harvest of his visit to the Yellow River in the past two months. "In this way, the river is terminally ill and cannot be preserved unless it ......" "Unless what?" "Lead the river into Huai!"

"Lead the river into the Huai?" "Yes, the water of the Yellow River will be introduced into the Huai River to temporarily discharge floods, and at the same time, the river channel will be dredged, trees will be planted to protect the water and soil, and when the Huai River is also silted, the river will be diverted back." Zheng Defu cut the railway. He Ziyi was taken aback: "Arabian Nights! I've never heard of this method since ancient times, do you think you're writing a myth? ”

Zheng Defu took a long breath: "Now that the riverbed is rising higher and higher, even if people don't do it, it will take its own way into the sea, and when the time comes, it will either encroach on other rivers or flood the entire Central Plains." Only if we make a painful start can we buy time. "But do you know how much manpower and material resources will be used for this project, and to what extent it will shake up our national system?" He Ziyi was interested and asked loudly. Zheng Defu really doesn't know about this matter. He Ziyi used his whole body to explain to him, and as he spoke, he was confused, so he went to look through ancient and modern books, and the two talked all night, studied for several days, and finally reached a compromise: Zheng Defu would consider whether there was a milder way to control the river, and He Ziyi would go with him to study the situation of the Yellow River near the capital.

The departure date was approaching, and He Ziyi was probably too excited that night, and he couldn't sleep well after tossing and turning, and suddenly heard someone say softly: "Okay, let's go and have a look." Just go check it out! ”

"What? Fox, are you talking? He Ziyi asked. didn't answer, but faintly there was the sound of the flute, and someone chanted in the sound of the flute: "The young man hates to subdue the tiger, and he wants to swallow Wu ......."

What a majestic verse, who is chanting? He Ziyi couldn't help but feel outside the door and looked for it step by step. Passing through a garden where the grass grows wildly, and a few canopy of willow branches are lifted, we see a big lake, filled with white mist, a small stone table is placed by the lake, there are several scholars drinking, a courtesan with long hair hanging down and giving a on the side, and a scholar holding a wine glass and saying impassionedly: "With our ability, not to mention being famous all over the world, at least we must shine like 'candlelight' and 'Xiaoming'!" ”

"Uh......" He Ziyi made a sound, and everyone looked back at him: "Where are you from?" What to do? "That ......," He Ziyi plucked up the courage to ask, "what is candlelight and sunset?"

"There are clouds in the "Classic of Mountains and Seas", these are Shun's two daughters, why don't you know?" Those people replied with contempt, and then ignored him, and talked to himself, his words were profound, and He Ziyi listened to him in a cold sweat. The courtesan suddenly turned back to him and asked, "Why aren't you leaving?" "The hair fluttered, revealing the face below, which was a withered yellow skeleton! He Ziyi screamed in fright and woke up. It's dawn. Zheng Defu asked in a daze: "What's the matter?" He Ziyi didn't bother to answer, and ran to a secluded place outside the door to scold: "Fox, come out!" I know it's you! What do you do with nightmares that scare me? ”

The white fox appeared in the air, grinning and punching him a paper ball: "It's me!" I got the exam questions for Eun Gong. What are you doing by the Yellow River? Beware of getting sick again, so let's take the questions and prepare. "What?!" He Ziyi was furious, "Am I relying on cheating to gain fame?" What do you think of me? Take it away, and don't hurt me. ”

"The little one knew that the En Guild said this, so he helped you have a dream. Eun Gong, what do you think is this place now? The white fox asked with a smile. He Ziyi took a look: Hey! Isn't it just a deserted garden in a dream? He walked past a few willow trees in a frightened manner, and saw a stinky pool, and beside the pool was a broken stone table and a few tombstones!

The white fox disappeared at some point, He Ziyi screamed and turned around and ran, slammed into a soft body, and tripped over. The man also fell to the ground and shouted, "He Xianggong, what's wrong with you?" "It turned out to be the daughter of the innkeeper.

He Ziyi asked tremblingly: "Who is buried by this pool?" The daughter of the proprietor thought for a while: "I heard that it is a group of people who think they are great scholars, but they can't get famous, and then they die of illness one after another, and even the women who are good with them are buried here. ”

She couldn't see it, the white fox showed a sharp mouth behind He Ziyi's ear, and said with a smile: "With the exam questions, you have to prepare for a few months to write a good article, and you can only be sure of entering the examination room." If you think that your level is higher than those dead ghosts, and you can definitely win the top prize by running around the Yellow River for a few laps, don't pay attention to the small ones...... Just ignore the little ones! (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support, is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please read it on m.qidian.com. )