The young Taoist priest looked at him in surprise and asked, "Master, what is the Snow Wolf Silver Needle?" ”

"It's the only handful of hair on the tip of the tail of a wolf in the snowy regions of the far north,"

He stood up from the ground, "This is the most difficult but best material in the world to make a brush!" ”

“…… What does the master mean, someone killed them with this thing? ”

"Of course, Grand Master!"

"Master, I'm hungry."

The old Taoist priest raised his hand and gave the young Taoist priest a slap on the head, "You know how to eat!" I tell you to be optimistic about our Taiyi Taoist Temple, what do you think? A guy was burned by those imps of the eldest grandson! ”

"I traveled all over the world for my teacher, but I didn't even have a place to live...... You, do nothing, you really do nothing! ”

Saying this, the old Taoist priest carefully put the wolf hair into a small wooden box, "Let's go, find a place to stay for the night." ”

The master and apprentice walked out of the seven-point alley, and happened to staggered with the Qi Zuo Hunt led by Xiang Dong.

"Master, what are you doing with that thing?"

"I'm thinking about it, this may be Xi Wei's tail!"

Wuwei was stunned, "Didn't you just say that it was the wolf's tail?" How did it become a mockery? ”

The old Taoist priest raised his hand and gave Wuwei another slap, "Xi Wei is the great master!" ”

"The only person in the world who can use this snow wolf silver needle to make a writing pen is Xiao Chuanting, a pen-making master of the former Yong Kingdom."

"Xiao Chuanting made two such silver wolf pens in his life, one in the palace of the Wu Kingdom, and the other is missing after the destruction of the Yong Kingdom...... Xi Wei is a former native of Yongguo, and at the same time he is a great master, this may be on him! ”

The little Taoist priest of Wuwei stayed for a moment, "But the master doesn't know who Xi Wei is, so let's talk about it...... Since he is a great grandmaster, you can't beat him, master, how to search his body and find that pen? ”

The elder Taoist priest didn't give Wuwei a slap this time, "The Xiao family has not been destroyed, as long as you find someone from the Xiao family, you may know who Xi Wei is!" ”

"Find out what Xi Wei is doing?"

The old Taoist priest stopped.

The little Taoist of Wuwei bumped into his back.

The old Taoist priest raised his head and looked at a shop next to him - Old Sheep Soup!

The little Taoist priest of Wuwei forgot what he had just asked, he shrugged his nose, and a sweet smell of mutton wafted into his nostrils, and his stomach suddenly gurgled.

The old Taoist priest said something that had nothing to do with eating:

"It was Xi Wei, that old thing, who asked the emperor to come and let's cultivate together!"

"The emperor who said yes repaired the Tao and named me Taiyi as the state religion ......"

"Now that the emperor's cultivation is gone, our Taiyi is gone!"

"Of course, this account has to be counted on his head, otherwise, how do fellow Jianghu Daoists think of me Qingfeng Dao Chief?!"

The little Taoist priest of Wuwei swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said in a low voice: "Master, you can settle accounts when you are full!" ”

"Besides...... This person has a vast sea, just with that hair, how to find the people of the Xiao family? How do you find that, that one? ”

"Well, tomorrow I will send out a post for the teacher, Xu Neng ......"

Qingfeng Daoist's words were interrupted by the little Taoist priest Wuwei, "Tomorrow is tomorrow, master, how about eating first?" ”

Qingfeng Daoist turned his head, glared at the little Taoist priest of Wuwei, and walked forward.

"You only have five cents left in your pocket, and you still want to eat sheep?"

"This bullshit world, steamed cakes are sold for eight cents a piece, let's go to the Jade Buddha Temple!"

“…… Master, the Jade Buddha Temple is a monk, we are Taoists! ”

"Of course the teacher knows that a monk can turn into a relationship, why can't a Taoist priest turn into a relationship?"

"Let's go!"

"If you don't give us food, you will beat those bald asses for the teacher!"

"The teacher told you that the Jade Buddha Temple is so rich, but it is not comparable to our poor Taiyi!"

The little monk Wuwei's eyes suddenly lit up, "That guy will ask those bald donkeys to stew a pot of dog meat for us!" ”

Qingfeng Lao Dao was stunned for a moment, "Good idea!" ”

The two of them headed towards the Jade Buddha Temple.

Li Chen'an and Hua Manting also arrived at Juxian Pavilion.

It happened to be dusk.

The lanterns of Juxian Pavilion have been lit up.

In the courtyard of Juxian Pavilion, there was an old man standing in front of a plum tree.

Hua Manting pointed at the old man and said to Li Chen'an: "He, your grandfather Mr. Chunfu's best friend, the former prince Taibao Nian Chengfeng, one of the three divisions!" ”

"Didn't you say the Lord Regent was tired?"

"You need someone right to help you."

"My brother asked you out to invite him to a pot of wine."

Nian Chengfeng under the plum tree turned around, with a helpless face: "For this wine, I waited for you for half an hour, and I saw that the flowers were all grateful, and you finally came!" ”

"Let's go in and warm up a jug of wine!"

"I'm freezing to death!"

He walked over and looked at Li Chen'an, "You are Li Chen'an?" ”

Li Chenan bowed: "It's right below." ”

“…… You and Li Chunfu don't look alike! ”

Li Chen'an was dumbfounded for a moment, and then heard the old man say again: "Don't say it, it's really a little similar to Queen Lu, drink first!" ”

The three went upstairs.

Went straight to the third floor.

There is only one room on the third floor of Juxian Pavilion.

It's called Half City Smoke.

There were only three people sitting in the huge room—

Li Chen'an, Hua Manting, and Nian Chengfeng.

Before the wine and food were served, Hua Manting had already instructed Xiao Er to bring pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and in Nian Chengfeng's surprised sight, he put down his pen!

What was written was the poem that Li Chenan casually uttered on the way.

After writing, put down the pen, Hua Manting picked up the paper and blew it and handed it to Nian Chengfeng.

"Look, how is this poem?"

Nian Chengfeng took it and squinted his eyes slightly...... For a moment, he raised his head and looked at Hua Manting.

"The words are simple, the meaning is concise and the meaning is profound."

"Why did you suddenly become compassionate?"

Hua Manting raised his eyebrows and pointed at Li Chen'an: "My brother is out of love." ”

Hua Manting briefly told Nian Chengfeng about meeting the charcoal seller, and Nian Chengfeng looked at Li Chenan seriously.

He didn't ask Li Chenan why he made this poem, but asked:

"What's going on with you?"

After rolling in the snow so much, they did not change their clothes, so there were many water stains and mud marks on their clothes.

"Several Assassins tried to kill him."

Nian Chengfeng's eyes narrowed again, "Don't be careless, you live well, it's good for you, it's good for Ningguo Jiangshan Sheji!" ”

When he said this, Hua Manting was relieved.

This has shown that Nian Chengfeng, who has always been stubborn, has recognized Li Chenan through this poem!

From this poem, Nian Chengfeng already knows what kind of person Li Chenan is.

Li Chen'an warmed a pot of wine, and he already roughly understood what the purpose of Hua Manting asked him to meet the former prince Taibao.

Brother Hua has good intentions!

Knowing that it is difficult to have a master in his hands, this is to invite this old man to go out of the mountain in person?

If the old prince Taibao is willing to go out of the mountain and have him sit in the prime minister's position, then he can really be much easier.

I am also much relieved to leave this palace by myself.

But he is so old, and the affairs of the court and the central government are piling up......

He must not die of exhaustion in the political hall!

Nian Chengfeng didn't know that Li Chen'an was worried about his life or death, so he took the poem and looked at it carefully, and asked:

"What's the name of this poem?"