Key country Wuzhou, Minglang Pavilion.

There is a rich businessman in Wuzhou, a rich party, who gave birth to a daughter, died of tragedy and early death, his son-in-law wanted to rebel, and the rich businessman could not escape from his family, and it was rumored that he had taken refuge in Nanfan.

And this Minglang Pavilion is the residence of Ronglu, a wealthy merchant in Wuzhou in the past, the building has five floors, there is a large garden behind the building, and a blue lake, just like the royal private courtyard, the style is extraordinary.

After Rong Lu's family fled, this pavilion was occupied by the Wuzhou prefect.

At this moment, there was a beggar standing in front of the pavilion, tall and with no clothes on his back, revealing a little knife mark.

Passers-by couldn't help but stop and look at him strangely.

Ordinary beggars are not enough to attract everyone's attention, and the beggars standing in Langming Pavilion at this moment are unkempt and dirty, and their bodies are dirty and black, and they are actually dressed as beggars. However, he held a shiny silver knife in his hand, which attracted everyone's attention again and again.

The beggar's head hung down slightly, and he could not see his appearance, but if he looked closely, he would find that the wrist of the beggar holding the knife was tied with a dark red band, and the band was very well cared for, and you could see that the band was made of thin red thread, and there was a mahogany bead inlaid on it, and it shimmered in the sunlight.

The prefect's guards who were guarding in front of the pavilion saw him standing in front of the pavilion with a scimitar in his hand, causing passers-by to look back again and again. There were already people on the side of the street who pointed to the beggar for a while, and the grand Minglang Pavilion for a while.

After the two guards looked at each other, they took the sword at their waist in their hands, put on a momentum, and walked towards the beggar.

"Where did you call Hanako, get away!"

"I'm not called Hanako."

A hoarse and deep voice sounded, slightly wild.

"It doesn't matter if you're not! Get out of the way! ”

The guard drew his sword at his waist and made a threatening gesture.

But a beggar, what can he be called?

"You'll regret it."

The beggar hung his head all the time, and his messy hair covered his dirty and dark face, so that no one could see the way he spoke.

The sound still didn't rise or fall.

Passers-by gradually became interested, and stopped to look at these people.

For some unknown reason, the two guards unsheathed their swords and looked at the broken beggar with his head buried and motionless.

"Where is Master Rong?"

"Who?"

The two guards looked at each other, but they didn't understand, so they shouted at him again to drive him away.

"The master of the Minglang Pavilion, Mr. Rong Lu."

The crowd watching the excitement saw that this beggar was coming to find Rong Lu, a wealthy businessman in Wuzhou in the past, and couldn't help sighing.

One of them smacked his lips and buried him: "Mr. Ronglu, he is a traitor who doesn't know the height of the sky, and he actually rebelled against his son-in-law, and he will be punished by heaven!" It's not a good ......."

The man's curse had not yet been finished, and before he had finished spitting out, he suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his neck, and when he saw a bloody foam collapsing out of his eyes, he was unconscious and fell to his knees and died.

This beggar kills people in the street in the blink of an eye!

Everyone watching the play looked at the beggar in horror, and after the silent reaction, the baby with the baby ran away, and the baby ran away without holding his breath. When they ran farther away, the noise stopped, and they were all scared words of murder and murder.

The guards, who were in a hurry, had never encountered such a scene, and they were all frightened, and there was no longer any aggressiveness.

The beggar still buried his head, hoarse and deep, continued in a wild voice.

"Where did Mr. Rong go?"

"I sold my property and went to Nanfan."

"Is there anyone from Shangjing looking for him?"

"Are you talking about officers and soldiers, or something else?"

"Miscellaneous."

"Mr. Rong has no cronies and deceased people who have come to look for him, and even if he does, he doesn't dare to blatantly come to the pavilion to look for someone."

Since they knew how powerful the beggar in front of them was, the attitude of the two guards became respectful, and they did not dare to slack off in the slightest. I was afraid that if I didn't say the right word, I would be killed by the "strange man" with a silver knife in front of him.

"Oh."

"What else do you command?"

The two guards trembled and knelt on the ground, and both looked at the beggar with fear in their eyes.

"Give me some money."

The guard at the gate took off the purse tied around his waist in fear, and said in pain: "That's all there is to it, you take it." ”

The two guards raised their purses above their heads, and the purse in the palm of their hands was picked up with the tip of their knives, and when they mustered up the courage to see the beggar's appearance, and when they could settle accounts in the future, the beggar had long since lost his whereabouts, and he would not be seen again.

Before the two guards stood up, they saw a group of officers and soldiers rushing from the street, led by the Wuzhou prefect who came from the prefect's yamen, and looked at the two kneeling on the ground, only to feel embarrassed.

"Who did it?"

"One, a beggar."

……

Si Tiantai, Wangxing Tower.

A man in a white robe sat on the ground, pounding a red bead in his hand, and at his feet lay several black ropes of different thicknesses.

"Ember Dust."

An old, desolate voice came from behind the man.

"Master."

The person who came was Master Si Tiantai Yiyi, the master of Shen Zhu Nan Yanchen.

Seeing that Yan Yi was standing behind him, Nan Yanchen hurriedly hid the red beads in his hand into his sleeve.

"I heard that you have taken on an apprentice, and you are still a woman." Master Yi held a black jade Buddha string in his hand, wore an astrological robe, and walked barefoot towards the southern embers. "Si Tiantai never accepts women, not to mention what qualifications do you have, privately accept apprentices for Si Tiantai!"

"It's not for Si Tiantai, it's her who plays the flute." Nan Ember smiled and stood up and saluted, "Master, you may be mistaken. ”

"The Hu Flute is a thing from the Western Regions, if you come from the south, it's better to play less." Tong Yi spoke earnestly, and the hand wrapped around the Buddha beads shook lightly a few times, "Mistaken? You're mistaken. The God Emperor has no desires, no desires, and no love, if you have a bond with that woman, the world will doubt you. ”

"What do you mean?"

"Love, care."

"Then does Master have a bond?"

"Less in this hippie smiley. I am an astrological celestial, I have not entered the Buddha's door, and unlike you, there is nothing wrong with me having bonds. ”

Nan Yanchen suppressed his smile, and suddenly remembered the stupidity of asking this question, he seemed to have a grumpy teacher.

"Recently, the people have been talking about you."

"Because I take disciples?"

"It's not. Many things are like stars in the black sky, with their own laws, cause and effect, and more interesting to explore. You know what I mean? ”

Master Yi was old, slowly bent over, and sat cross-legged on the cotton mat.

"Master always likes to be tricky when he speaks, how can I understand what you mean?"

"Ember dust, you have already stood up, and you should also use your brain to think about the mystery hidden in your words."

The beloved disciple who had been set up for him was heartbroken, and when he thought of him being as pure as snow, he couldn't help but teach him more, and secretly regretted that the teachings he had given him in the past were too innocent.

"You said that astrologers don't ask about political affairs, they don't ask for fame, only with a sincere heart can they understand the words hidden in the brilliant galaxy."

“？” With a cold face, he forgot whether he had said this, and looked up at the brilliant stars in the sky in embarrassment, "On the day you entered the rooftop, I recognized a star for you, but now it is dim and bright, and the star is dim, not as good as before." ”

"Master has meant something, but what calamity has he seen for me?"

The people of Si Tiantai will debate the stars, and those who have a little prestige in Tai will be the most knowledgeable astrographer in Si Tiantai to find out their fate and fortune, and recognize a star to symbolize the number of qi of that person.

"I don't know if it's a catastrophe, do you know Hu Lao'er in Langping City? Known as Mr. Lang Pinghu. ”

"What's the story?" Nan Yanchen swayed around, and finally remembered the pear blossom wine that was hidden behind the scroll before, and after handing a can to Qi Yi, he raised his head and drank in a dashing manner, "I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I still ask the master to teach." ”

In front of people, who is as calm as Mount Tai and majestic as a knife peak, he can't think of teaching such an apprentice who is not right, casual and unmeasured. has passed, the art of astrology has no inheritance, and the truth of prudent words and deeds is not understood. If it weren't for his special status, how could such a man survive in the perilous imperial city?

"I heard today that Hu Lao'er from Langping City found a book of immortals, and you were mentioned in it." Yi Yi skillfully pulled out the wine stopper, raised his head and poured wine, "That Hu Lao'er is quite famous, and he is bent on seeking immortals, and he flew into the nine heavens." The refined pill has saved many lives, and the people's admiration and curiosity about him are no less than yours. ”

"How can I compare with him, I can't do alchemy to save people. How can I be mentioned in that book? ”

"Hu Lao'er said that he had seen you, and also said that this book was for you to tell him where to hide it, and when to take it out and tell the world."

"He must be mistaken, I have never left the Imperial City in my life, when have I seen him? This man's words cannot be trusted. ”

"It's not you," he said, putting down the jar and reaching out to wipe away the wine that spilled from the corner of his mouth, "but it's you, too." ”

"What do you mean?"

"What do you mean? Don't you understand what that means? That's what it means. You don't understand this meaning, why are you embarrassed to be a god? ”

“？”

Nan Yanchen was embarrassed, and secretly suspected that his master was confused.

"Since you are a god, the Nine Heavens God Emperor has come to the world." Yan Yi touched the white beard that reached his chest, "What Hu Lao'er said is the Nine Heavens God Emperor, that is, you." ”

"What does that book say?"

"That immortal book says that the Nine Heavens God Emperor came to the world in order to accompany his beloved and ensure that his life is smooth, and then take him to the sky."

"Poof, can the Nine Heavens God Emperor have a beloved?"

Nan Ember was dumbfounded. I couldn't help but laugh and question, for the first time I felt that I had been deceived.

Yan Yi stroked his white beard, ignored the question, and said in a straight voice, "The person loved by the Nine Heavens God Emperor, who entered the mortal world, was arranged by the emperor and queen, although it is excellent luck, but it is destined to be unable to love each other in this life." ”

Nan Ember picked up the wine jar and drank again.

"Dust, wine hurts the spleen."

Nan Ember laughed, his smile was innocent and immature, not at all the smile he should have at his age. He remembered that day when he stopped his little apprentice from drinking in Fengxian Residence, he used the wine to hurt his spleen to dispel the little apprentice's thoughts. I can't help but sigh that I am really close to my master and apprentice.

Thinking of this, Nan Ember obediently put down the tavern and asked with interest, "Oh? What kind of woman is it, so that the Nine Heavens God Emperor can't love it. ”

Speaking of love, Nan Yanchen's heart ached faintly, and he couldn't help but reach out and pinch the red nao jade beads hidden in his sleeves, which used to be made with a pair of earrings. On the day he became a teacher, he took it off his ear with his own hands and gave it to her, but he was refused. I wanted to change it into a neck ornament with my own hands, and give it to his cute little apprentice during the Qixi Festival.

Unconsciously when he visited the cloth shop with his little apprentice that day, he learned that the good day of Qixi Festival was approaching, and the little apprentice also promised to sew a purse for him with his own hands. Thinking of the meaning of the purse, my cheeks are slightly red.

Will the slave be in trouble with him?

"Ahem," he said absent-mindedly, pretending to be hypocritical, "I bet ten pots of wine, you must not guess who the person Hu Lao'er is talking about." ”

"Oh? Master is willing to make a bet? It seems that this person's identity is definitely not simple. Let me think about it," Nan Ember retracted his thoughts, and became interested when he heard that his master, who had always been slammering, was willing to spend money to place a bet, "But a woman? ”

"Guess?"

"Could it be a man? The beloved of the Nine Heavens God Emperor is a man? ”