After the woman in the light red skirt left, the old flower farmer gradually returned to his original posture, smiling, sitting upright in his chair, squinting his eyes and staring directly at a small room in the backyard.

As if inspired by his heart, a middle-aged Confucian priest slowly walked out of the room, dressed in a light white robe and with silver hair, which seemed to be extremely disheveled. And there is a cyan jade pendant on his waist, and if he looks closely, it is still emitting a faint light.

The middle-aged Confucian walked slowly towards the old flower farmer with small steps, and the latter did not say anything after catching a glimpse, still squinting slightly.

When the silver-haired man arrived, the old flower farmer got up, and he pulled his chair back to make some room.

At the same time, the two sat on the floor at the same time.

The old flower farmer looked at the middle-aged Confucian in front of him, and said with a little dissatisfaction: "When will you be able to change this hobby?" Every time I chat with you, I have to sit on the ground, but I am also a first assistant, which makes people look at it, what kind of system has it become?"

The middle-aged Confucian glanced at the old flower farmer coldly, not wanting to pay attention to the latter at all.

The old flower farmer felt bored, so he said to himself: "I haven't seen you for more than a month, why is it still this virtue?" Okay, it doesn't matter if you ignore me, anyway, I see that you, the first strategist of Nan Chen, have a big shelf." As he finished speaking, he looked at the facial expression of the man opposite, but the latter's expression was not moved in the slightest.

The silver-haired man seemed to feel that the weather was a little hot, and the beads of sweat on his forehead kept falling one by one, and the beads of sweat slid down his clothes, but there was no trace of it. When the old flower farmer saw him like that, he quipped, "It's so hot, can't you pull up your long hair?" ”

The middle-aged Confucian finally couldn't help it, and said coldly: "Ouyang, if you don't speak, no one treats you as a dumb person." ”

The old flower farmer sighed a few times, and really didn't speak anymore.

The two sat facing each other until the sun went down.

The first assistant, whose real name is Ouyang Geng, saw that the night was coming, and finally couldn't hold his breath, and said weakly: "Or, let's settle the tie?"

The middle-aged Confucian still had his eyes closed at this time, but the corners of his mouth moved slightly: "In three hours, you have opened your eyes twenty-two times." ”

Ouyang Geng's face did not change, he looked like he didn't care about himself, he couldn't help but stand up, patted the dust on his body, and muttered a few words in his mouth, but no one heard what he said.

The middle-aged Confucian was still meditating on the ground, and the jade pendant on his waist became more and more dazzling as the night came. He heard the sound of the old flower farmer patting the dust on his clothes with his hand, and said casually: "Why should the heart be pure?"

Ouyang Geng rolled his eyes to the middle-aged Confucian scholar, but unfortunately the latter didn't see it. He joked, "Yo, is it possible that you are going to turn around and devote yourself to the Dharma? This Dharma is boundless, and you are dedicating yourself to it now that you will not understand anything even if you die." ”

When the middle-aged Confucian heard this, he smiled rarely, he opened his eyes and said, "It's hard to believe that you were the leader of the literary world ten years ago. ”

"I also have a hard time believing that you were the first strategist of Nan Chen ten years ago. Ouyang Geng was not to be outdone.

The middle-aged Confucian didn't take the words, he got up slowly.

The light white robe swayed lightly in the wind, and he sat on the ground for a long time, but he was not stained with a trace of dust.

He took off the jade pendant on his waist, kept playing with it in his hand, and then stared at Ouyang Geng and said, "Fang Wenwei is going to come to you to settle the score." ”

Ouyang Geng looked indifferent, he held his head in both hands, looked at Mingyue, and said lightly: "What kind of account can he find me? ”

The middle-aged Confucian did not explicitly support or oppose this statement, he just said in a relatively calm tone: "I'm not saying that you are doing this wrong, but will it be too risky?"

"Adventure? I guess in that old man's mouth, I'm a madman. Ouyang Geng sneered.

"I don't know if Xiao Zhiqiu has thought about the time-honored baked cakes in the capital, it's been three years. The old flower farmer said something inexplicable.

Coincidentally, the middle-aged Confucian next to him also said something that seemed strange: "Zun Qian intends to say the return date, but he swallowed miserably before saying that Chunrong was silent." ”

Ouyang Geng laughed twice and said heartily: "You remember all the broken poems." ”

The middle-aged Confucian shook his head, stretched out a finger, pointed his fingertips towards Ouyang Geng, and said with a faint smile: "Don't you remember it too?"

The old flower farmer did not speak this time, and stared blankly at the sky.

Just like looking at the sky countless times in the past three years.

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The backyard of Taihe Mountain has been much more lively this month, because since the scholar came back, the people in this backyard have never been quiet.

The old shopkeeper went to bed very early every night and woke up very early the next day. After he got out of bed, he recited poems in the bamboo forest in the backyard, it doesn't matter if he recites poetry, the key is that he reads all the murderous battlefield words, every time he reads a sentence, this bamboo forest is cut off, when it falls, the bamboos fall to the ground, and the sound of "boom" causes a huge sound in the backyard. Shocked, these Taoist priests in the backyard often stood up one by one, as if facing a great enemy.

But every time they got up, they found that it was just this scholar who was doing the trick, and after the stone in their hearts fell to the ground, they felt a little dissatisfied.

How can there be a person who cuts bamboo in the bamboo forest before dawn?

For a long time, everyone in these backyard Taoist priests was in a trance and had no energy. After they couldn't stand it, they cried to Yangping Zhenren about the behavior of the readers.

The head of Taihe Mountain is also helpless, he can only persuade him with good words, saying that the identity of this scholar is a bit special, and now he is also under house arrest here, he is at fault first, and it is not good to say anything, only let these people in the door endure a little more.

When the Taoist priests heard the words of the master, they could only shake their heads, saying that they would have to rest early in the evening, and when the old man woke up, they would get up and meditate and practice.

The old shopkeeper still cut a large bamboo forest all over that day, and then felt a little bored, so he closed the book and wandered around the backyard with his hands behind his back.

I happened to meet the little uncle with a basket of steamed buns in his hand, and walked over slowly, after he saw the old shopkeeper, he hurriedly bowed to the old shopkeeper, and then stuffed the steamed buns into the hands of the old shopkeeper, and said with a smile: "Dean, this is my filial piety to you, you must be a little hungry when you get up in the morning to read and read, I let people make it specially, the taste is definitely not worse than the outside!"

Qiu Haoqiong said while patting his chest, as if he was proud.

Although the old shopkeeper did not refuse the cage of steamed buns, his eyes were still staring at Qiu Haoqiong, he looked up and down, and said suspiciously: "You kid, didn't you poison me in the steamed buns?"

Qiu Haoqiong became anxious as soon as he heard this, the smile on his face was fleeting, and he almost jumped up and scolded the old man in front of him, but he thought about this old man for a moment, he really couldn't beat him, so he had to suppress the anger in his heart, squeezed out a smile on his face again, and said softly: "Dean, how can you say this about me? My loyalty to you can be seen in the bright moon and the river!"

Seeing that the old shopkeeper did not speak, he slowly leaned into the latter's ear and continued: "You know, Dean, I can't wait for you to clean up my senior brother for me! I have suffered a lot of hardships under him, how can you say that I can poison the steamed buns? I wish you could recover your body as soon as possible, use your magic skills to seriously injure him, and then... I'll be able to go down the mountain and have some travel!" he said with a high spirit, as if he was looking forward to the scenery below.

After hearing the last sentence, the old shopkeeper sighed silently in his heart.

"Dean, quick, eat while it's hot. It's not very tasty when it's cold. Qiu Haoqiong saw that the steamed bun was steaming outside, so he said.

The old shopkeeper nodded slowly, took two steamed buns at a time and stuffed them into his mouth, regardless of his self-image.

When Uncle Xiao saw it, he secretly thought to himself that he looked like a scholar.

The old shopkeeper stopped eating four or five of them, and after stretching his waist, he asked Qiu Haoqiong to take him to Yangping Zhenren.

Qiu Haoqiong seemed to be a little embarrassed, he scratched his head, and whispered: "Dean, believe it or not, Senior Brother in charge just came down the mountain yesterday, and Senior Brother Yuan and Senior Brother Luo went down the mountain together. ”

The old shopkeeper burped and nodded.

Qiu Haoqiong looked puzzled and continued: "Dean, you believe me so much, why don't you doubt that I am telling a lie this time?"

The old shopkeeper said lightly: "Do you think I can't feel your senior brother's qi?" After speaking, he walked towards his room with steps.

Qiu Haoqiong suddenly realized, and even said admiration and admiration. He also followed the old shopkeeper, but stood on tiptoe and did not make a sound.

After the old shopkeeper walked a few steps, he turned his head suddenly, he looked at Qiu Haoqiong and said: "During this time in the backyard, I see that this kid of you is more and more like a person, I didn't find it on the mountain before." ”

When Qiu Haoqiong heard this, he became interested, and he asked curiously, "Who?"

"My little apprentice. Speaking of this apprentice, the old shopkeeper was inexplicably a little nostalgic, he was thinking about whether the kid was still reading and writing every day, and he was a little annoyed why he didn't send the kid into the room of the junior scholar.

Alas, I still believe in that stinky Taoist priest too much. The old shopkeeper thought to himself.

Qiu Haoqiong's eyes widened when he heard this, and he said in surprise: "Dean... Hasn't your little apprentice been dead for several years... ？”

The old shopkeeper glanced at it and added, "It's an apprentice who was only accepted some time ago. ”

"Closed disciple. ”

Qiu Haoqiong hurriedly asked: "Then presumably, the dean's closed disciple is naturally gifted, and he has shouldered the heavy responsibility of the Heavenly Dao like me, my name is so loud, so dare to ask what the name of this little brother is?" He looked at the old shopkeeper with an expectant face.

The old shopkeeper looked at him with such an expectant look, and his heart was interested, so he deliberately stretched out a finger and pointed to the sky.

When Qiu Haoqiong saw it, his mouth widened and he couldn't speak.

This... The apprentice accepted by the dean is actually an immortal from the sky?

Alas, I can't compare, I can't compare.

The old shopkeeper suddenly felt a little better when he saw Qiu Haoqiong's expression, and he quipped: "Why, don't you believe that I accepted such a closed disciple?"

The little uncle of Taihe Mountain seemed to be relieved, and said hesitantly: "As far as your disciple from the sky, I can't compare, don't say that I am like him anymore." ”

When the old shopkeeper saw this, he laughed out loud.

This Taihe Mountain Uncle also has times when he is not confident?