There is a square table of eight immortals in the three-story building, and the seven people are talking and laughing, without showing any restraint.

Fang Zhijian asked, "Chen Yuzhi, where did you get that sword technique?"

Chen Yuzhi was working hard to pick up rice, and after hearing this, he put down the dishes and chopsticks, carried a cup of plum wine and said: "I was fortunate to meet Wang Xianzhi's father in Yangzhou, and his father wrote a book for me to understand the true meaning......

"Who is the father of the White Pure Scholar?"

"It's the Book Saint Wang Lanzhi!"

Fang Zhijian nodded, he had guessed that he must have some relationship with the Shusheng when he was in Xijing, but he didn't expect that the two were father and son. It's a pity that if he continues to study calligraphy, he will inevitably become the next calligraphy saint in the future.

Eighteen consecutive docks along the coast, so half of the table of side dishes are fish, shrimp and seafood, Fang Zhijian's nature is pure, from the details of his relationship with several daughters-in-law, it can be found that the little devil is just a kind of imitation, imitating his master. Chen Yuzhi saw him bow his head and was silent, and said: "Don't worry about Wang Xianzhi, he already has a Luo Shen Fu in his book, which is enough to last for a hundred years." And the reason why they fell into the ghost road is also for the sake of Yangzhou Oiran An Ruochu, and now the two of them are living together, which can be regarded as a happy ending. ”

Fang Zhijian got up and picked up the vessel containing the plum wine, and said, "Come, let's toast the ghosts and immortals together, and how about returning to Xijing to reunite one day?"

Plum wine and fish and shrimp are a perfect match, the green shirt is still unfinished, looking at Fang Zhijian planning to swallow the wine alone, said: "No, it can't be done, it's not interesting for you to drink it alone, how about sharing half of me?"

The two drank in half, and made an appointment with Xiao Zamao to go to Xijing together in the future, Fang Zhijian asked casually: "Xiao Zamao, what is your trick of worshipping the sea in the immortals?"

After drinking, Fang Zhijian no longer shouted Taoist Brother Li...... Li Xiyang glanced at the green shirt, obviously blaming him for always calling himself a little miscellaneous hair, and then said: "The method in Maoshan Dengzhen Hidden Secret, I am also the first time to use it. ”

Li Xiyang has already mastered the method of ascending to the true hidden secret, but he has never used it on weekdays, and now he has Xiao Keji's permission, so he no longer has any worries. And the perception of the three knocks is from Baohua Mountain, the little monk became a Buddha on the ground, Hou Cen Yan escaped into the empty door, and the temple was drunk and rested. The pine branches lit the green smoke, the trail went upstream, and the three knocks were like immortals worshipping the sea, but "saving the sky" was his name for this trick.

Fang Zhiqian pushed open the door of the small building, and when he saw the master returning, the little devil hurriedly got up and gave up his seat, respectfully.

Chen Yu had doubts, and after drinking three glasses of wine with the eleventh in the world, he asked, "Senior, I don't know how the battle is going?"

"The stinky girl's piano skills are a little hot, you don't have to worry about her!"

After hearing this, Qingyi knew that Qin Hui was fine, and said with a smile: "Senior, how can you say this?"

"There are very few people in the rivers and lakes who use the qin to defend against the enemy, the reason is not because the sound of the qin is useless, but it is too difficult to understand the way in between, but if there is some heat, it is not difficult to cross the border to kill people, and you can also kill the cave through the ghost. That girl and I stalemate for a long time, and finally admit defeat and leave, of course, Lao Tzu has three points to spare! But I dare to say that there are no more than three people who can beat her in the entire eighteen consecutive docks!"

Chen Yuzhi didn't expect Yangming's qin rhythm to be so powerful, those seven people were quite low-key in Panyang, it can be said that they are inconspicuous, and they didn't think that they were all pretending to be pigs and eating tigers......

Fang Zhiqian squinted at the inferior disciple, and was so frightened that he took several steps back, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Stinky boy, in a few days there will be a happy marriage between Laojun Pavilion and Jiulong Mountain, I don't like that kind of scene, how about you take a trip for me!"

The tough attitude in the words was obvious, how dare Fang Zhijian say no, he quickly nodded and poured wine for the master, and said: "If you want it, you want it! Everything you should do for the master!"

Chen Yuzhi and Xiao Zamao glanced at each other, estimating that there should be something wrong with it, Jiulong Mountain is only a white event, and no matter what, it will not be a happy event at this time.

"Senior, do you know who is married?"

"I heard that it is the young master of Laojun Pavilion and the holy daughter of Jiulong Mountain, it is strange to say, the two mountains have not intersected for many years, and it is really unpredictable to suddenly come to such a play......"

Outside the main hall of Jiulong Mountain, Sang Zhi and Ye Wanwan sat on the steps covered with square bricks, Sang Zhi looked indifferent, and Ye Wanwan hung his head.

The night sky was silent, the two girls were silent, Ye Wanwan couldn't stand the loneliness, and said: "Senior sister, I think you should go down the mountain......"

Sang Zhi sighed, shook his head and said, "Wanwan, the mountain gate has a nurturing grace for me, if you leave, what should you do?"

"Lao Junge is really deceiving people too much! It's clear that he is forcing marriage...... I heard that Zhu Yi was full of bad water, which harmed many women, and Laojun Pavilion was famous for Huanxi Zen, advocating both men and women to improve their realm, which was very obscene. ”

"Wanwan, you also saw the situation of Laojun Pavilion going to the mountain gate that day, if I would rather die than obey, I am afraid that the mountain gate will not escape...... Granny Zeng's old age is not the opponent of those people, if you sacrifice me alone, you can exchange for the safety of the mountain gate, it doesn't matter!"

Twelve years of Taikang, the beginning of winter.

Plants and trees wither, stinging insects dormant.

Yangzhou has a wet and cold winter, which is more harsh than in the north.

Jiulong Mountain is full of white silk, only a red carpet is spread outside the main hall, the old woman dresses up for the woman by the Hanling Pond, sees her eyes are a little misty, and says: "Child, I have suffered you......"

Sang Zhi smiled very reluctantly, every woman hopes to find a wishful husband and live in both places. But how many people in this world can get what they want? The sun and the moon change, the green years are fleeting, she believes that everyone is alone when they die, and she is relieved a lot when she thinks of this, and she is not alone in the misery of all living beings.

The big red hijab slowly covered it, and Sang Zhi gradually fell silent, his heart was dead, and his tears had not fallen.

The sound of suona and gongs and drums is in the ears, everyone in the Laojun Pavilion goes up the mountain, eight sedan chairs and dowry gifts are all to the mountain gate, Zhu Yi stands in front of people with a spring breeze on his face, quite a jade tree in the wind. But those who are familiar with its details, will scold him in secret, Laojun Pavilion in Xuzhou can be regarded as a first-class force, stronger than Jiulong Mountain, and this sanctimonious man is the young master of the mountain gate, but also inherited the older generation to study Huanxi Zen, the will of the art in the room, specializing in young women as the Ding furnace, these years Xuzhou missing girls, most of them are in the Laojun Pavilion, and this mountain gate is strong, the people suffer from no evidence, they have to watch them do nonsense, in the final analysis, whether it is a temple or a person in the rivers and lakes, can easily fish the people.

The old woman helped Sang Zhi onto the sedan chair, and the groom looked at the woman's figure, and the excitement in her eyes was difficult to hide.

He pointed at Ye Wanwan and said, "This little girl has a very good relationship with the Holy Maiden, so let's marry to the Laojun Pavilion together!"

The woman in the sedan chair clenched her fists and said angrily: "Zhu Yi, you don't want to get an inch!"