When Qiu Haoqiong woke up, he found an old man with a straight face beside the bed. After the old man saw Qiu Haoqiong wake up, he slowly put down the book in his hand and said mockingly: "What? Do you think anyone will let you like me?

Qiu Haoqiong was also thick-skinned, and he wanted to struggle to get up, but he found that he couldn't use his strength, so he simply lay on the bed, and he said lazily: "Dean, I estimate that you can't beat that old monk even if you go! ”

It was the old shopkeeper who had been living in Taihe Mountain who ignored it, and just threw the book he had dropped before to Qiu Haoqiong. The latter looked puzzled, but he opened it and looked at it, and found that the content recorded in it was actually all about the story of the palm print.

Qiu Haoqiong didn't care about the injuries on his body, and forcibly used the qi machine to sit up, and then he quickly flipped through the book. According to the book, there is not only one palm print in the old monk's hand, but four.

Gold, red, black, white. The palm prints of the four colors represent several forces.

When Qiu Haoqiong saw this, he couldn't help but ask the old shopkeeper: "Dean, do you say that these four palm prints represent the four forces of Confucianism, Buddhism, Taoism, and Martial Arts?"

The old shopkeeper hesitated for a moment, but still expressed his opinion: "When I started reading this book, I thought like you. ”

"Oh, what does the dean mean that he doesn't think that way now?" Qiu Haoqiong was a little puzzled, and he continued, "I think that the old monk's palm print is golden. And he uses it so skillfully that it's hard not to believe that it's not a Buddhist magic weapon. ”

The old shopkeeper wanted to speak again and again, but finally nodded slightly.

Seeing the old shopkeeper like this, Qiu Haoqiong didn't ask any more questions, so he had to continue to flip through the book.

Gradually, he discovered that the other three had appeared a thousand years ago, in addition to the four golden palm prints that had appeared recently.

The Great Dao Controversy of a Thousand Years Ago: There was a golden palm print in the hand of a monk, and a white palm print in a large hall, which had never been used. The red palm print is in the home of a rural villager, and a black palm print is missing.

The old shopkeeper saw Qiu Haoqiong's frowning brows from time to time, and wanted to dissuade him several times, but he remembered the old Taoist's entrustment, and he still couldn't bear to interrupt him.

He still had a teapot in his hand, but when he went out of the room, he put the teapot in his arms again. Looking at the bright moon in the sky, he sighed deeply.

There is a teapot and a bright moon, but there is no old man around.

The old shopkeeper has been under house arrest in Taihe Mountain for a while, and there is a monk in the past, and there is a real person in Yangping in the back. No matter how great his magical powers are, he can't cross the forbidden realm that the two of them have set up together.

I don't know what happened to my girl and my little apprentice, but I know Qiu's temper, but no one can bully him.

"Dean, why do you see that your eyes are so lonely?" A Taoist priest with a dust whisk suddenly appeared behind the old shopkeeper, smiling. The latter didn't pay attention to it, but said something else: "Your little junior brother is not lightly injured, and he still has the leisure to tease me?"

Yangping Zhenren nodded and said softly: "There are some things that can only be his life." ”

"Number of lives? I see that the old monk is merciless, and he doesn't care about your little brother's life at all. The old shopkeeper was a little angry.

After hearing this, Yang Ping Zhenren smiled slightly, and he continued: "Little junior brother has been practicing in the mountains all his life, he has fought with me, and he has also fought with you. What do you think of him?"

The old shopkeeper didn't think about it, and blurted out: "The understanding is okay, but this trick is flashy, not very useful, and there is no realm." ”

"That's why I didn't stop him from going to the bottom of the mountain. Yang Ping Zhenren seemed to know that the old shopkeeper had a teapot in his arms, and with a flick of the dust, the teapot flew out and stopped in the air.

Strangely, the teapot was full again.

The old shopkeeper was not surprised, he raised the teapot again and took a sip gently, and said, "The first battle was so completely defeated, it won't affect his Dao heart?"

Yang Ping Zhenren put away the dust, put his hands behind his back, he didn't stare at the old shopkeeper, but turned his head to look at the bright moon, and slowly said a strange word: "Death first, then life." ”

"Good, good, good one dies and then lives!" said the old shopkeeper three good words in succession, and then smashed the teapot with one palm.

With a "bang", Qiu Haoqiong thought that there was some movement outside, and hurriedly ran out.

He was a little surprised to see the two people in the moonlight, especially after catching a glimpse of the teapot on the ground, and a cold sweat broke out.

Qiu Haoqiong knew that this teapot was taken from Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and was called "Beauty Under the Moon". It is rumored that this teapot was made by a twenty-eight-year-old woman who made it carefully in the moonlight for three years.

Absorb the essence of the moon and collect its own aura. In the end, it can be made into a "beauty under the moon", and this teapot has accompanied the old shopkeeper for more than ten years, and whenever he is upset, he will always take it out of his pocket and take a sip.

And when Qiu Haoqiong saw the old shopkeeper for the first time, he saw the teapot, and he wanted to touch it, but he was stared at fiercely by the dean, and he was almost slapped away.

One day, the old dean was finally in a good mood, and reluctantly took out the teapot for Qiu Haoqiong to admire. As a result, Qiu Haoqiong naively thought so, so he dared to touch it, but he was beaten by the old dean and didn't get out of bed for several days.

Qiu Haoqiong's chest was covered with bandages at the moment, and his body was in great pain, but looking at the scene in front of him, he had to pretend to smile and said softly: "Senior brother, dean, look at the moon tonight, it's beautiful, it's beautiful!"

The old shopkeeper kicked him again angrily, and said, "Let you read more books on a regular basis, and see what you can say now besides saying things like "good-looking"?"

Qiu Haoqiong touched the back of his head, "hehe" laughed twice, and didn't pay attention to it. Just crouch down and pick up the debris on the ground.

But the old shopkeeper didn't seem to care, and sneered: "A broken teapot will break if it breaks." What is there to collect?"

Qiu Haoqiong was silent, he could actually faintly hear the conversation between the two outside in the room. Whether it is the old dean or the senior brother, for him, he is an extremely important person in the world.

The dean is equivalent to half of his master, and as for the senior brother, there is no need to say much.

The two have different personalities and different styles of doing things, so it is inevitable that there will be some differences. Thinking of this, Qiu Haoqiong sighed slightly, and whispered, "Dean, I remember that you didn't let me touch it before." Alas, it's a pity that this beauty under the moon, how good it is to give it to me, how can it be broken. ”

"If the teapot is broken, you can buy it again, but some of these people are heartbroken, and they can't buy it again. As the old shopkeeper spoke, he suddenly deliberately patted his head again, pretending to say the wrong thing, "By the way, how can it be broken, some people are like gods, and they have great powers, and every step is good." With that, he snorted coldly and walked away quickly.

Yangping Zhenren looked at the bright moon from beginning to end and didn't say a word.

After Qiu Haoqiong saw the dean walking away, he sighed completely, he shook his head, and said softly: "Senior brother, the old dean he...?"

But his senior brother obviously didn't mean to talk.

"I don't know much about the things of the Dao heart, but my realm is still too low to understand too clearly. What kind of uncle am I Taihe Mountain, I have an empty name, an empty name. Qiu Haoqiong put away the fragments and carefully carried them into his arms.

Yangping Zhenren secretly glanced at Qiu Haoqiong, he saw the latter's movements, he was a little puzzled, and said, "Little junior brother, are you going to put away these fragments and then glue them on?"

Qiu Haoqiong's eyes nodded firmly.

When Yang Ping Zhenren saw it, he laughed loudly, he patted his little junior brother on the shoulder, didn't say anything, and left quickly.

Old man, just this stupid boy, can his heart be broken?

Qiu Haoqiong was a little confused tonight, one of the deans inexplicably broke the teapot that had been with him for many years, and the other senior brother in charge could only laugh.

"Uncle Xiaoxiao, who is old, it is difficult for a comfortable person to do things freely. ”

"The way of the world, the way of the world, is unpredictable. ”

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In the small study room in the capital, the middle-aged man in the dragon robe was furious at the moment, and there were two ministers kneeling under the steps, the elderly one surnamed Yang, famous and de, known as Lao Shangshu. Yang Wangde has been in the post of secretary of the Ministry for 17 years, and has served in two dynasties, even the first emperor is extremely trusted.

But some time ago, those officials collectively wrote to the emperor, and they said that Yang Laoshangshu's family had ten thousand taels of gold, and he used the power in his hands to embezzle and accept countless bribes, and few people who were promoted could be reused.

So the emperor summoned Yang Wangde into the small study, but as soon as the latter entered the small study, he knelt down the steps and said nothing. And next to Yang Wangde is a young man, who is his son: Yang Yingxing.

Yang Yingxing joined the army very early, and in fact, almost no one in the barracks knew that he was the son of the official secretary. He is extremely humble, and every time he goes into battle to kill the enemy, he is also extremely brave, and he is not worthy of the word "Yingxing" at all.

The emperor threw a large pile of admonitions to the bottom of the steps, his face was extremely cold, and he scolded loudly: "Yang Shangshu, see for yourself the good things you have done!"

But the father and son at the foot of the stairs were unmoved, and they didn't even have expressions.

"Yang Yingxing! Your father doesn't look at it, you have to look at the good things your father has done! Look! From the ninth rank to the second grade, which position is not up to you Yang Wangde has the final say? Is it that in a few days, my chair will have to be sold at a good price?" The emperor said at the end, and he trembled a little angrily.

Yang Yingxing's qi cultivation kung fu was not as good as his father after all, he gently threw the admonition aside, raised his head and met the emperor's eyes, and said unhurriedly: "Your Majesty, do you think the admonition must be right?"

The emperor was expressionless, and said in a deep voice: "I only believe what I see." ”

"Oh, Your Majesty, what did you see?" Yang Yingxing still stared at the emperor.

"In the third year of Yuanqing, a person in the west was promoted to deputy commander. ”

"In the seventh year of Yuanqing, a person in the southeast was promoted to the political envoy of Zuobu. ”

"In the thirteenth year of Yuanqing, a person in the capital was promoted to a squire. ”

The emperor said word by word, and finally paused slightly, and said heavily: "These three people, without exception, were all beheaded in the early days. ”

Yang Wangde lowered his head slightly and remained silent.

Yang Yingxing was not afraid at all, and said in a deep voice: "It's not good to know people. ”

The emperor didn't seem to hear these four words, but continued what he had just not finished: "Before the three of them were executed, everyone confessed how they went to the Yang family in the capital to bribe, how much gold they sent, and how much cloth they sent, and these three people said it clearly. ”

"Yang Wangde, do you want to hear it?" The emperor's tone was unexpectedly relaxed at this time.

Yang Yingxing wanted to continue to say something, but was stopped by the old father on the side.

"Your Majesty, I will resign from my official position tomorrow. Although Yang Wangde is old, his voice is still strong.

"Father, you..." Yang Yingxing was a little shocked.

The seventeen-year-old Shangshu still has the courage.

The Emperor nodded slightly.

Yang Wangde seemed to be old, kneeling on the ground for a long time, and his body was a little unwell, so he didn't wait for the emperor's orders, but got up by himself.

The emperor frowned slightly, but did not say anything.

Yang Wangde bowed to the emperor and said softly: "The old minister has something in his heart that he wants to say to the emperor, can you ask Xiao'er to take a step first." ”

The emperor probably guessed what it was, but he didn't break it, but waved his hand to let Yang Yingxing leave.

After Yang Yingxing left, Yang Wangde said softly: "Your Majesty, you really look like the first emperor." ”

The emperor was slightly stunned and wanted to speak, but Yang Wangde continued to speak, interrupting him.

"Ouyang, that person, in fact, I don't like it either. Yang Wangde sighed as he spoke, and continued, "So, even if there is no emperor and you, I will resign from my official position after a while, and I will ask you to find another talent to replace me." ”

"I have changed these people a few years ago, the foundation is clean, they only listen to me, when I go to the countryside, I will tell them, let them often come to the small study to talk with you. ”

When the emperor heard these words from the minister of the two dynasties in front of him, he felt a little uncomfortable, and he was about to say something to comfort and comfort this old scholar.

But Lao Shangshu seemed to deliberately not give him a chance, but continued: "To be honest, Lao Chen doesn't care about such an empty thing as fame, but I hope that one day, you can tell Yingxing the truth." ”

"No one wants to have such an image in his son's heart. ”

The emperor sighed lightly, and said with some guilt: "Yang Laoshangshu, I really can't help it. ”

"There's nothing to be sorry for, you, really like the first emperor, very similar. ”

"Actually, I won't hide it from you, the resignation letter has already been written in my home. ”

"Please take care of the emperor's general Yingxing, he has a strong personality, and it is impossible to be handsome, but it is more than enough to be a general. ”

The emperor reluctantly squeezed out a smile and said softly: "Old Shangshu's ability to recognize people, I still won't doubt it." ”

"Then the emperor, the old minister will take the first step, and the resignation letter will be sent to the small study tomorrow. After saying that, he strode away without listening to the emperor's reply.

The emperor walked down the steps and bowed deeply to the official who had been in office for seventeen years, his eyes were complicated.

In the fourteenth year of Yuanqing, Yang Wangde, the secretary of the ministry, mistakenly promoted a large number of unusable talents because he had a large amount of unknown money in his family and did not know people well. Knowing that he could not continue to be qualified for the post of secretary of the ministry, he hereby wrote a letter of resignation and submitted it to the emperor.

The emperor considered that Lao Shangshu's merits over the years were greater than his demerits, and he did not throw him in prison, but dismissed him from his post and returned to the countryside to retire.

When an old flower farmer in the capital heard the news, his eyes were complicated.