readx;? The gate of the Zili Sect, guarded by the autumn wind and spring rain, is made of logs. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The gate was four meters high and three meters wide, and it looked like the cottage gate of the King of the Mountain - except that it was not a tall man who guarded the gate, but two dwarves.

However, Tang Chaoqun said that the autumn wind and spring rain are the mid-stage realm of Jindan.

Tang Chaoqun brought Feng Fan Lie to a house, which was the residence of the Sect Master of the Zili Sect.

The house where the sect master of the Zili Sect lived was also made of logs, and the architectural style was very strange, and when Feng Lie looked at this house, he suddenly remembered the house of Snow White and the seven dwarfs.

"Fan Lie, our Zili Sect Master is very good, what has given him a headache over the years is ......"

As soon as Tang Chaoqun said this, a peaceful voice came from inside the house: "Chaoqun, how is it, have you bought what I want?"

With these words, a person came out of the room.

From the house made of logs, came an old man seven feet tall, wearing a yellow brocade robe and a kind face. The old man had a ruddy face and gray hair. His eyebrows are like two sharp swords, with a pair of kind eyes, which makes people look at it, and there is an indescribable sense of calm.

It was Yushan, the sect leader of the Zili Sect, who came out.

The Yushan Sect Master of the Zili Sect looks like he is about seventy years old, and he looks dignified, just like a fairy-like figure.

Feng Fan Lie looked at the sect master of the Zili Sect, and couldn't help but look at Tang Chaoqun, the sect master of the Zili Sect and Tang Chaoqun who bought seafood in the bazaar were three or four points alike.

If that Tang Chaoqun in the bazaar was dressed in the clothes of the Sect Master of the Zili Sect, Tang Chaoqun would be four or five points like the Sect Master of Yushan in front of him.

Of course, Tang Chaoqun lacked the momentum of the Purple Li Sect Master's immortal wind bone.

"Sect Master, I can be considered to have found all the things you want. You see, this is the hundred-year-old He Shou Wu you want, the hundred-year-old green pothos, and the hundred-year-old hoop grass - it's all here. ”

Tang Chaoqun took out a small bag, took out three herbs from it, and said to the sect master of the Zili Sect with a smile.

The Sect Master of the Zili Sect seemed to have just seen Feng Fenglie, and he asked with some hesitation: "Chaoqun, this is ......"

Tang Chaoqun said with a smile: "Sect Master, his name is Feng Fan Lie, if he wants to join our sect, he can write poetry......

Hearing Tang Chaoqun say the word poem, the eyes of the sect master of Zili Sect lit up: "Can you write poetry, can you give the old man a song." ”

The young sect master of the Zili Sect likes poetry, and it is with this specialty that Feng Fan Lie attracts Tang Chaoqun's interest. It seemed that the sect master of the Zili Sect was going to test him.

After thinking about it, Feng Fan Lie sang a poem he had written before:

"The wine is slightly drunk, the night is not young, I return to my hometown in my dreams, and my friendship is long. The dishes are fragrant, the moonlight is cool, don't forget a thousand cups, and the two are vast.

After listening to the words chanted by Feng Fan Lie, the Qing Emperor in his mind praised again and again: "Not bad, not bad, there is my level." ”

The Sect Master of the Zili Sect smiled and nodded: "Sauvignon Blanc, yes, you wrote this poem?"

Feng Feng Lie bowed his hand and said: "It is not just written." ”

"Okay, Fan Lie, you will be a disciple of our Zili Sect in the future. My son will definitely like you, oh, I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Yushan, my son's name is Yulinfeng, and his name is the same as your name to one word. This kid likes poetry, so you can point him out. If you need anything, just give it to me or to Chaoqun. ”

Speaking of this, the Sect Master of Yushan took the bag in Tang Chaoqun's hand and turned around and wanted to go back to the room, Tang Chaoqun hurriedly said: "Sect Master, since Feng Fan Lie has joined our Zili Sect, he is a disciple of our Zili Sect." According to the rules of our Zili Sect, what position do you give him, sect master?"

The Sect Master of Yushan shook his head and turned around and said with a smile: "I forgot, Fan Lie, let's count the Sect Master of Zili Sect, and then count you, the new joiner, there are only nine people in total, and these nine people have their own positions. Chaoqun is a deacon, and he is considered the steward of the Zili Sect. You should have seen the autumn wind and spring rain at the gate, their position is the left and right door gods, and they can be regarded as the protectors of the Zili Sect. Your job title...... , your position is too fu. ”

Feng Fan Lie felt that the title of this position was a little familiar, but when he couldn't remember what it was for a while, Emperor Qing said in his mind: "It's strange enough for the name of their sect to use the name of a sect that has disappeared, this gatekeeper is called the left and right door gods, and I will give you the name of a prince master, God, I am really speechless." ”

After Emperor Qing's words, Feng Fan Lie remembered that Taifu was the meaning of the prince master in ancient China on earth.

Feng Lie didn't think much about it, and arched his hand and said, "The sect master can take me in, Fan Lie is grateful." ”

The Sect Master of Yushan looked at Feng Fan Lie and said: "Everyone will be a family in the future, just say anything directly, although our sect is small, it is not something that anyone can join if they want to." Let Chaoqun take you to the island in the middle of the lake - I have something to do here, so go ahead. ”

Tang Chaoqun walked towards a place with pine and cypress in the valley with Feng Fenglie, and he said as he walked: "Taifu Feng, the sect master values you very much, he really sees you as the master of the young sect master, the young sect master is still young, you have to take care of anything." ”

Feng Fenglie smiled and said, "It's going to be fine, Deacon Tang can rest assured." ”

The voice of the Qing Emperor said in Feng Fenglie's mind: "Yushan looks seventy years old, how can his son only be sixteen years old. God, it's not that they are the two of them. ”

Ignoring Emperor Qing's nagging, Feng Fan Lie followed Tang Chaoqun to a place, the environment here is much better than other places in the valley, the scenery here is beautiful, the pines and cypresses are luxuriant, and the sunlight can shine in the gaps of the trees, orchids and carefree grass are in patches.

On the edge of the pine and cypress forest, a lake appeared in front of the windy eyes.

The lake is not very large, about 100 acres, and there is an island in the middle of the lake, which is in the afternoon, and the lake is like a mirror under the sun.

"The young sect master lives on the island in the middle of the lake, and I called the ferryman to come over. ”

After Tang Chaoqun finished speaking, he shouted loudly towards the small island in the lake: "Lao Tian, Lao Tian, come over the boat!"

With Tang Chaoqun's shouting, a singing voice came from afar: "In the sun." Pinjiangshan and Luoyang are the first, and Jinling is the second. Stop talking about the rise and fall of the Six Dynasties, and talk about the beginning of the South Float. Together, the former site of the dress. The bottom matter is lightly thrown into the form of a resort, and the sheng song and love are set in the West Lake. In a hundred years, it's just that. Even if success or failure is determined by heaven. Sigh stone city, ebb and flow, morning and dusk. It's ridiculous that all the public is wrong, looking back at Jin Ou and glimpsing. It's flooded, and the history of Ziyun is green. The old and charming flowers perch on the foundation, look at the Forbidden City, and empty the hero's hips. Butterfly, Hou Wang ant.

As the song got closer and closer, a canopy boat got closer and closer, and after "Life Butterfly, Hou Wang Ant", the song came to an abrupt end - the boat had docked, and a person jumped down.

Feng Fan Lie saw that this man had a resolute face, about forty-five or sixteen years old, his body was somewhat out of proportion, his body was medium, but his head was very large, and he wore a large bamboo hat. His hands hung down, almost touching his feet.

"Deacon Tang, a guest is coming?"

Tang Chaoqun introduced the two of them: "Lao Tian, this is Feng Fenglie, he just joined our Zili Sect today, and the position given to him by the sect master is Taifu. Fan Lie, this is Tian Qimao, a ferryman, oh, Lao Tian's position is a ferryman. We are all a family, and we will be closer in the future. ”

After listening to Tang Chaoqun's introduction, Tian Qimao bowed his hand and saluted to Feng Fanlie: "The ferryman Tian Qimao has seen Mr. Taifu Feng. ”

Feng Fan Lie also saluted him after learning from Tian Qimao's appearance and said, "Taifu Feng Fan Lie has seen Mr. Tian, the ferryman. ”

The voice of the Blue Emperor sounded: "God, it's weird, it's weird......"

The three of them got on the boat, and Tian Qimao stood at the stern of the boat and rowed towards the island in the middle of the lake.

Rowing the boat pulp, the ferryman Tian Qimao sang: "The cool dew washes the golden well, and the sycamore under a leaf." Wandering in the waves, what is the matter of the poet. A black hat Xiao Xiao, sitting on the white stone of the clear spring, stroking the long pine. The lone crane returned late, and the sound was in the blue sky. Immortal house, jade festival, golden tamarin. Qiannan one, 100,000 tiger control carving bow. Laughing and folding the reflection of the lotus, singing a new song, the words are full of autumn wind. The sword is more than 8,000 and grows into the Daming Palace. ”

The ferryman's singing voice was heroic, which made people listen to it, and a sense of pride appeared in his chest, and he couldn't help but say "good!"

Tian Qimao rowed the boat and laughed softly: "It makes Taifu laugh, the young sect master likes poetry in recent years, and I have learned a few poems after listening to them for a long time." ”

Tang Chaoqun said with a smile: "Lao Tian, in our sect, you are at ease, accompanying the young sect master, there is not much to do, and they are very envious of the autumn wind and spring rain." ”

The ferryman snorted and said, "Xiao Tang, in front of me, don't mention those two guys!"

Tang Chaoqun hurriedly covered his face and said, "Look at my mouth, talking nonsense, talking nonsense." Lao Tian, your song is getting better and better, give us another one. ”

The ferryman glared and said, "I'll talk about it later—it's here." ”

It's time for a song, and they've arrived on the island in the middle of the lake.

It turns out that the island in the middle of the lake is a three-acre lake with mountains and rocks, and on the island in the middle of the lake, there is not a single plant, but some stones of different sizes. In the middle of the rubble, there is a house made of logs.

"You wait here for a while, the young sect master, he will come back immediately. ”

After listening to the ferryman's words, Tang Chaoqun asked, "The young sect master went to the bottom of the lake again?"

Tian Qimao nodded: "You know, the young sect master is such a character, and the sect master can't stop the things he recognizes." ”

Tang Chaoqun sighed and said: "Alas, I don't know how long we have to stay here, thirteen years, the eight of us have been here for thirteen years......"

The ferryman said loudly: "One day, we will go back, Deacon Tang, you just do your thing." Just like me, just do my thing. Others, their own suzerains and young suzerains are dealt with. ”

Tang Chaoqun nodded: "That's right." Taifu, I still have something to do, you can wait for the young sect master here. Lao Tian, you send me back. ”

The ferryman nodded to Feng Fan Lie, and Feng Fan Lie jumped ashore. Tang Chaoqun and Feng Lie parted ways.

The ferryman took Tang Chaoqun and rowed back, not far from the island in the middle of the lake, a song came, and entered the ears of Feng Fenglie.

"Who are you busy for ten years of hard work, bumpy and bitter, in my heart, in my chest, where to complain. Old friends should not know each other, their faces are old, and their temples are pale. The old country is shaking, the old garden is ruined, and the feelings are sad. Purple wakes up from a dream, and all immortals are vicissitudes!

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