At sunset, on the side of the ancient road, the barren grass surrounds the pavilion.

Pedestrians who are in a hurry stop here, and when they see the pavilion, they know that the countryside is not far away.

The pavilion is not large, with long deck chairs, all of which are made of wood for people to rest.

Ding Dang sat on the edge of a railing, tied his long hair slowly, and by the way, he took out a cold steamed bun that was frozen stiff, crumpled it little by little, and went to feed the little fox.

There was a scholar on the side who looked strange, posted it over and looked at it, and watched it for a long time.

It wasn't until Ding Dang finished feeding the whole steamed bun that the scholar spoke.

"This brother, you fox, look really clever, but domestic?"

"No, I caught it in the mountains. How, do you want to buy? At least that's the number! ”

Ding Dang stretched out two fingers and shook them.

The scholar smiled shyly and said:

"It's shy in my pocket, and besides, this fox is not worth two thousand taels."

Ding Dang shook his head and said:

"It's not two thousand taels, it's two hundred thousand taels, and if it is sent to the capital, it can be doubled! After all, this is a fox that has grown into a spirit, a cub of a fox fairy, how can any fox be compared. ”

"I see that this benevolent brother is quite rich and has some eyes, so I will discount it by 200,000 taels and buy it for you!"

Needless to say, Ding Dang sent the little fox into the scholar's arms, and then opened his bag and pulled out a letter wrapped in cloth.

"This letter, valued at 200,000 taels, belongs to me!"

The scholar subconsciously held the little fox in his arms and looked at Ding Dang dumbfounded, as if he had never seen such a person who bought and sold so strongly.

When he saw the handsome young man in front of him turn out the letter, he hurriedly refused:

"No, no, this letter was sent to me by someone else, but it is not mine."

Ding Dang smiled, took a step back, and let go of the scholar's free hand.

"Whoever sends this letter is not sent, or even if it is given to you, it is just a meal, and at most the host's family will keep you for a night."

He pointed to the little white fox in the scholar's arms and smiled mysteriously.

"You and I exchanged this little guy, don't say anything else, but after selling that plain lady's great affection, you have to make steady progress, and you will thank me for sending you today."

The book was so angry that he got up and was about to get the letter back, and in this small pavilion, which was only five or six paces wide, he swayed left and right, jumping up and down, only to see the figure flying, and to hear the wind of the dancing clothes, and he couldn't even grasp a corner of his clothes.

"Don't make trouble, don't make trouble, you really haven't suffered a loss in this matter, you go home and wait patiently, and soon there will be a fulfillment··········"

After the clear laughter, I saw a figure, dressed in cold light, straight up to the sky.

"I'm ······· Bumped into the fairy fate? ”

The scholar who remained in the pavilion only suspected that he was still dreaming, until the little white fox in his arms bit him dissatisfiedly.

"Oh, why are you still biting?"

He hurriedly dealt with the fox, holding it in the palm of his hand like a treasure, coaxing.

·············

Su County, ten miles away, Guanting River Shrine Altar.

This is a very famous local deity, quite miraculous, and has many appearances.

I have heard that if people who pass by here are disrespectful, they will dance with their hands and feet, go crazy, run to the mountains, and become tigers.

The locals did not dare to be disrespectful.

On this day, in the evening, a sword light fell from the sky, and it was falling not far from the altar of the Guanting River Shrine.

The sword light gradually faded, and the figure of a young man in Tsing Yi appeared from it, and no one bumped into it nearby.

"After only flying ten miles, it consumed thirty percent of true qi, but I couldn't even outrun the horse··········"

In the past two days, Ding Dang tried to fly in the sky, but the result was not very satisfactory to him.

The number of ways in which his sword immortal sword flies is to turn the sword qi into a kind of light, wrap himself and shuttle through it, even if there is no real sword, he can fly.

The disadvantage is that it is very slow, the loss of true qi is too great, and he flies with Ding Dang's skills, but it can catch up with the horse running on the flat ground, and it is only dozens of feet above the ground, and he has to stop and rest when he flies more than ten miles of mountain roads.

"I've already arrived at the place, I saw it on it, I think about it, there should be a big stone in front of this temple··········"

After going around this pavilion and pavilion temple, Ding Dang saw a mess of rocks by the river, all of which were five or six people high, and there were some wild grass and mud on it.

"There must be a hanging vine here········ Got it! ”

Ding Dang stepped forward, found a hanging vine hanging between the cracks in the stone, and stepped forward to buckle the vine a few times.

Then he stood there and waited.

Soon, two people walked out of the river on the waves, and when they came to the shore, their clothes were not wet at all.

"What's the matter?"

"I'm delivering a letter."

Ding Dang's expression was as usual, he didn't think he was surprised, but just handed over the letter.

The two men took the letter and left, without saying much, turning around and leaving.

I saw them step by step into the river, and the last wave hit and drowned the heads of the two men.

"Well, according to my calculations, Jiang Shen should be entertaining a talented scholar tonight, and eighty percent of them will see me in a while, and this opportunity for that person is at most a meal, and at most he will get some thanks."

"It would be a big difference if it were me·······"

Ding Dang looked up three feet above his head.

A dark cyan canopy is half hidden and half visible, the silk is hanging down, a wisp of golden yellow auspicious qi is the skeleton, and the umbrella surface is dotted with various auspicious cloud patterns.

Soon the two men, dressed as servants, went and returned, and said to Ding Dang on the shore:

"Jiang Bo wants to see you!"

Ding Dang nodded, and followed the two men down the water, revealing a bluestone path, and at the end of the road, you could see the pavilions and pavilions built under the water.

The divine power of the river god separates the river, and here is like the land, and the surroundings are bright, and you don't know where the light source is.

The two servants ushered Ding Dang into a spacious hall, where tables, chairs, bowls and chopsticks were already set up, and there were exquisite dishes, snacks, dried fruits, and other things to entertain.

After Ding Dang entered the table, he looked at the field, there were not many people, only more than forty people, all of them were young people, all of them looked fifteen or sixteen years old or even in their early twenties, and their clothes were extraordinary, and they could see that they were either rich or expensive, but Ding Dang was dwarfed by comparison.

"Today coincides with Benbo's birthday, the guests of the conference, you have either been invited by Benbo, or you have heard the news, or you are by chance, you are all guests of Benbo, Benbo toasts you with a glass."

Jiang Bo on the main seat stood up and toasted, and the guests below all held the horn cups on the table and drank them in one gulp.

Afterwards, there is singing and dancing, there are singers with pipa in their arms on stage to play, there are dancers wearing light gauze clothes, and from time to time they stop a few steps to sing a cappella.

Between the songs and dances, the drunken gold fans, the maid beside him spoke softly and frequently persuaded to drink.

Drunk and drunk, Rao is the people here are either rich or noble, with extraordinary backgrounds, they have seen a lot of scenes, and they can't help but immerse themselves in it, showing a bit of true color.

Behind the hall, through the bead curtain, Jiang Bo didn't know when he came here, and he was pointing to the man in the hall and introducing the two baby daughters.

"This is Jiang Zuo Meilang, who has excellent poetry and excellent appearance, but unfortunately this scholar is frail and sickly, and he is destined to ·········die early."

"This one who does things to the maid is the second young man of the Wang family, a big local family, usually looks good, the bow and horse are skillful, I heard that he also took the fame of Wu Xiucai, I didn't expect to be so presumptuous when I got drunk··············"

"This is the maiden grandson of the old lady of Yinjiang Houfu, who got Xiucai last year, has some literary names, and is also studious, and has no bad deeds···········"

The two daughters are red and purple, wearing skirts and combing double buns, and they are slim and elegant, watching intently.

Looking at the half-drunk ugliness of these young people on the field, the sisters covered their mouths with embroidered handkerchiefs to prevent themselves from laughing.

"Alas, don't laugh, be serious, everyone here was invited by the father with great difficulty, if you two are not satisfied with the father, there will be no problem!"

Jiang Bo was a little annoyed, and one by one, he flicked lightly on their foreheads.

"Oops!"

They cried out in unison in pain.

"Daddy, who is the man at the last seat?"

The younger sister pointed to the seat near the outside of the hall.

Jiang Bo looked over and saw a young man who was dozing off carelessly.

"That's ········"

He was a little confused, and then remembered.

"This is the man who came to deliver the letter, and he invited him into the temple for the sake of his father, so that I could see his origin with my eyes."

Jiang Bo used his divine power, and then used the law to look at the past.

The Dharma eye can see the past, see the future, discern the coming and going, calculate the future, and all kinds of causes and conditions can be clearly understood.

However, this is very dependent on one's own Taoism, and if the Taoism is insufficient, you can only see a cloud of fog.

Ding Dangzheng picked out a few pieces of whitebait meat that were cut into cicada wings, tasted them slowly, and suddenly his eyes lit up, the stars were falling, and there were snowflakes everywhere.

"Someone is looking for my origins? Right there, it's Hebo! ”

His brow furrowed slightly, then stretched out again.

This is the proper meaning of the question, how can a father choose a son-in-law for his daughter without checking the origin of the other party?

But in the end, it was still unpleasant, Ding Dang's mind moved, and his true qi surged, turning into wisps, showing a cloud and mist, protecting his body.

Behind the palace, Jiang Bo had already found out Ding Dang's past from the heavens, including his family history, and was about to see more when a heavy cloud rose in front of him.

"Wei Mo Dao Xing, also want to cover Benbo's eyes?"

Jiang Bo directly broke through the clouds and mist, and wanted to spy on Ding Dang's past experience.

At this moment, a figure suddenly burst into view.

"Who's snooping? I'm Ding Lingwei here! ”

Then, a thunderbolt struck the sky, shaking his ears and his legs weak.

"It is the seed of the other."

As soon as his eyes went black, he took a few steps back and almost fell.

"Daddy, what's wrong with you?"

"Does it matter?"

The two daughters supported him one on the left and one on the right.

"Alas, it's okay, being a father is just a little out of strength, and this son's background is also extraordinary!"

"For the father, this son has a noble body, a pattern on his face, and a hidden green spirit, which can be described as a white-clothed prince, a prince in cloth, and a romantic figure in troubled times."

"This is the one who waits for the Father!"

"Historically, Shinto has changed from world to world, and whenever humanity changes, we are not immune, and we always have to make friends with such heroic figures in order to hope for a stable victory."

"As for what courtesy, as for the foreign things, if you give it up, you will give it up, and you are afraid that there will be no return in the future?"

Guanting Jiangshen said to his daughter with a smile.

"For example, there have been all dynasties and dynasties, and the matter of dragon monarchs marrying daughters in various places, you Dao is anyone who can have this qualification? It is nothing more than making friends with humane heroes and showing miracles, so as not to be affected by the war. ”

"It's a pity that there are only two of you baby daughters as a father, and it's too late for your family to feel distressed, where are you willing to marry? If that's not the case, even I have to learn from those Lake and Sea Dragons and marry a daughter·······"

Hearing their father's words, the two sisters, Su Qianyu and Su Qianyu, blushed with shame, and this time they peeked out through the bead curtain twice, only to feel that this young man was really good-looking, and they were stunned for a while.

"At the mention of this son, the father has to say a few more words."

"Although he seems to be powerless now, there are people in heaven."

"In the Nine Heavens, Shenxiao is the highest, and only the best among the immortals with the highest merits in the past dynasties have a place in the Shenxiao Mansion, and the new Shenxiao Mansion is the elder of this son thousands of years ago."

"Shenxiao Mansion has a great responsibility, it has not been fully staffed, this position in the middle of the service has been vacant for millions of years, I don't want to be occupied by the White Crane Immortal Ding Lingwei this time, it's really incomprehensible!"

"Being a father is just a small person, and the land that is not ranked in the world is also playing majestic on one acre and three points of land by this riverside. Others respect me, and they are still called gods, but if they don't respect me, call me the god of hair, the god of hair, the god of hair, isn't it a little god with big hair! ”

Guanting Jiangshen laughed self-deprecatingly and hugged his two daughters to prevent them from looking at them again.

"This kid from the Ding family is really too high, not a good match for the two of you, for the father to make everything clear, do you understand?"

The world says that Jiang Bo is good, who knows Jiang Bo's troubles?

It is also a mistake that the two daughters were born too well.

"After a while, you will go to toast according to what you have agreed in advance, and if you like it, you will send a token and agree on the date of proposing."

The two sisters, Su Qianyu and Su Qianyu, were so ashamed that their cheeks were red, and their hands kept twisting the embroidered handkerchief, just nodding their heads gently.