The beautiful sentence describing bamboo leaves Qingluo Town, and a hundred miles to the northwest, there is a short series of mountains. Looking at the mountains from a distance, the mountains are stacked on top of each other, such as the posture of dogs' teeth staggered, so the locals also call it the earth dog mountain.

At the moment, Mo Shiping and his entourage of five people were walking slowly in the dense forest of Tugou Mountain in a staggered and orderly manner. Qi Qingfeng and Qi Ze were one step ahead, while Mo Shiping, Wang Fugui and Zhang Ziwei were one step behind.

Originally, Zhang Ziwei thought that the group would ride horses and take the official road, and it would not be troublesome to go to Luoyan Town. But he never thought that Qi Qingfeng was a strange person, he just wanted to walk on foot, and he also had to pick some mountains and water-dense places, where the road was not easy to walk, where he wanted to go, gave up Yangguan Road, and took the single-plank bridge. For this reason, Zhang Ziwei had to confess to Mo Shiping. According to his commission, riding a horse and taking the official road delayed the round trip for no more than half a month. And now the five of them are hiking, and they are still walking some trekking roads and rivers, and I am afraid that it will take more than half a month to go to Luoyan Town. Mo Shiping and Wang Fugui summed it up, it took half a month when they went, and they were quick to whip up when they returned, and they could catch up with the sect trial. Looking at Zhang Ziwei's ashamed eyes, the two hesitated, but they didn't shirk it.

Qi Qingfeng twisted the folding fan, stopped all the way, and stopped to appreciate the neon after the rain, and smiled when he caught a glimpse of the yellow bird flapping its wings. The beautiful scenery of a good day, the pleasure of the heart, where is it not there? the wise man is happy with the water, the benevolent person is good at the mountain, and there is also infinite wind flow between the mountains and rivers. The rain has the wonder of rain, the fun of sunshine, and between the rain and the sunshine, it is a painting of ink and wash in the world. The chicks hang their heads and cut the leaves, the cats and dogs laugh and laugh wildly, and they are all happy to come.

Qi Ze followed him all the way, from Dongsheng Shenzhou to the Southern Regions, and naturally he was accustomed to Qi Qingfeng's various actions. Although Qi Ze didn't have Qi Qingfeng's mind to enjoy the mountains and rivers carefully, he would occasionally look at it twice, and over time, he would not feel bored.

Zhang Ziwei is a rough person who practices martial arts, and occasionally reads a few books when he has time, but it is not a sage book that readers regard as a treasure, nor is it a romantic book that talented and beautiful women love to read, they are all martial arts books that talk about life and death. Zhang Ziwei thinks that if you go to the rivers and lakes, carrying a sharp sword at your waist is a kind, and a folding fan at your waist is also a kind, even if you are bare-handed, it doesn't matter. As long as you have a bold mind and draw a knife to help when the road is uneven, it is good. His father Zhang Xiao is the same as the head of the Qi family, isn't that the case? As soon as you drink a small wine, touch two bowls, and you are like-minded brothers. Before leaving Qingluo Town, Zhang Ziwei had a small dream of rivers and lakes, and he was still looking forward to this trip. But after walking for a few days, he looked at the mountains and the water, which is not quite like the rivers and lakes in his heart. Zhang Ziwei occasionally took advantage of the fact that everyone was not paying attention and sighed twice. But he didn't complain about anything, since he promised the other party to take a trip, then he should keep his word, and he should take a trip generously, and the twisting and pinching emotions should be kept in the bottom of his heart.

Mo Shiping is a good old man with a wearable personality, Qi Qingfeng stopped and stopped along the way, so he followed to take a look. Although he can't see any fame, since Qi Qingfeng is happy, Mo Shiping will not complain, and the beauty of adults is also a kind of fun. What's more, as Qi Qingfeng walked for a few days, Mo Shiping looked at the mountains and waters, although they were still mountains and waters, but he had a little more peace in his heart. Along the way, he occasionally looked at Qingshan in his spare time, and he was stunned for a while, thinking about the upcoming sect trial, the covenant of the four realms of Yuwen clear water, the calculations of the two Lin brothers, etc., but unconsciously thought about the taste of the sugar gourd strings that he hadn't tasted for a long time, sweet and sour, but still sweeter. Since leaving Big Turtle Town, Mo Shiping's heart was so relaxed for the first time.

After the young man unloaded the basket from his shoulders, he carried an even heavier burden. Out of the Big Turtle Mountain, into Qingluo Town, worship the Imperial Spirit Sect, and go to the Ape Cry Mountain. Everywhere he passed, something was added to the boy's burden. Monkey brewing, rangers, the dispute between the four realms, a lot of favors owed, and so on. These are all the reasons why Mo Shiping can't remember the taste of sugar gourds in his spare time. But on this trip to Luoyan Town, Mo Shiping didn't walk too heavily, his steps were extremely light, and some of the sadness that young men should not have faded between his eyebrows.

"Those who fly to the sky are looking at the peaks and resting their hearts; Mo Shiping felt that what the sages said was very right. At the beginning, the truth summarized by the sages is still thought-provoking in later generations after Hengyuan. The truths of the world are endless, and inferences are becoming more and more complicated and cumbersome, and there are more and more books of sages and sages, which is a good thing. At the end of the day, the most basic truth is the framework. After reading it, later generations were deeply touched, so they picked up the pen, added and supplemented, and wrote more and more.

Mo Shiping didn't read many books when he was young, but he read a lot of books about the most basic sages and teachings. You can buy it from a small bookstall in the town of Turtle, and you can buy it from bookstalls all over the world, and it is not expensive, just a few copper plates. To have such a scene, the old Confucian students who traveled to the four continents of the world have made great contributions. The first book that summarized the teachings of the sages was written by his own hand. Then like mushrooms after a rain, after more than a hundred years, the reading seeds of the human race have sprung up one by one, sprinkled with joy, and all kinds of books in the world have taken root and sprouted like dead trees in spring. Who would have thought that more than a hundred years ago, the seeds of reading in the world were almost cut off. At that time, the young old Confucian student has always insisted that the human race who is unreasonable and only talks about fists, even if he wins the demon clan once, he will lose all the games in the end. So much so that he was ridiculed by many people as a hypocritical scholar who didn't know how to practice and went to do some bullshit moral articles, but fortunately, an old Taoist from Taiping Mountain believed him, and the Thunder Emperor who took over the mess from the old Taoist also believed him.

Along the way, Wang Fugui didn't have such good patience, he had already muttered quietly more than once, and he was a little slower to dislike the five of them. And every time Qi Qingfeng heard about it, he smiled and confessed, saying that he was not a cultivator after all, and he couldn't keep up with them in terms of strength. However, Qi Qingfeng confessed on his lips, but in terms of behavior, he was still not in a hurry, and he didn't mean to hurry at all.

No, Qi Qingfeng saw a bamboo forest as green as jade in front of him. The green bamboos are tall and straight, and they are rising and falling one after another by the mountain wind, like a sea of bamboo. Qi Qingfeng's eyes were happy, and his steps immediately became much faster.

Qi Qingfeng put away the folding fan, raised his hand and touched the bamboo, and smiled knowingly, "No bamboo is vulgar, and no meat is thin." If you want to be good or thin, cook the meat with bamboo shoots. ”

When Mo Shiping and Zhang Ziwei heard this, their faces suddenly turned strange, and they wanted to laugh but felt a little embarrassed. The literati in the world still love Cuizhu, and most of them are self-exhorting with their perseverance, and they have written a lot of poems praising its high wind and bright festivals. But this Qi Qingfeng is interesting, and the first thing that comes to mind is actually boiled meat with bamboo shoots.

"Hahaha" Wang Fugui couldn't hold it back, his face turned red, and he laughed out loud, "My Qi Da talent, aren't you greedy?"

Qi Ze frowned slightly, glanced at Wang Fugui, and suddenly didn't like it. Just like the mother-in-law who pointed at Qi Qingfeng on the street, he Qi Ze couldn't look at it.

Qi Qingfeng shook his head with a smile, seemingly in response to Wang Fugui, but in fact, he was comforting Qi Ze, who was a little angry.

"After Brother Wang mentioned this, I was really a little greedy. After this mountain range, find a tavern, let me be the east, have a meal with Brother Wang's good wine and good food, satisfy your hunger, and talk about the taste of this bamboo shoot meat, how about it?"

Wang Fugui's eyes lit up, he took a small step forward, patted Qi Ze's shoulder, and his original somewhat sarcastic thoughts were completely empty, and he said happily: "It's easy to say, Brother Qi is really on the road." ”

This shot also took away a little pimple in Wang Fugui's heart. At the beginning, Wang Fugui didn't like Qi Qingfeng for a reason. Along the way, there is one reason, another reason, Wang Fugui, who is coarse and linen, sees Qi Qingfeng in brocade clothes, and the poor man meets the rich man, it is inevitable that there is a sense of disparity, and he will be alienated and resistant, which is the strangeness of people's hearts. And Qi Qingfeng took the initiative to lower his posture, and greeted Wang Fugui's complaints with a smile along the way, narrowing the distance between the two step by step.

Qi Qingfeng nodded with a smile and continued: "However, I have to persuade Brother Wang one more sentence. When I met my beloved girl in the future, I must not say that people are greedy. The girl's family, the most unpleasant words, is even more embarrassing than lazy words. The lazy girl and the greedy girl, one of them heard that the girl's face was red, and the other heard that the girl's family wanted to get into the cracks in the ground. Brother Wang, don't, remember. ”

Wang Fugui's eyes lit up again, as if he had listened to the great truth of the sage, he nodded again and again, and silently remembered it in his heart, "Brother Qi is really a genius, a great talent, this truth is really incisive." Saying that, Wang Fugui also gave a thumbs up sincerely, just for the sake of face, otherwise he would have to hook up with Qi Qingfeng and ask for more similar truths. Wang Fugui can't read the truth in the book, but Wang Fugui is happy to listen to Qi Qingfeng's unreasonable truth.

Mo Shiping and Zhang Ziwei both thought it was funny, but when they thought about it, they felt that it seemed to be like that. This truth is categorically unspeakable to the old master who teaches, and neither can the literati who boast of being high-spirited and bright, and only Qi Qingfeng, who looked at Cuizhu and smiled and said that the bamboo shoot meat, could tell it.

This time it was Qi Ze's turn to glance at Qi Qingfeng with a strange expression, but then returned to normal. Others don't know Qi Qingfeng, doesn't he know yet? Qi Qingfeng's words are his own personal experience. In the clan, he or she can be said to be a child, but she was teased by the old man of the Qi family and gave birth to a greedy girl.

Qi Qingfeng, also known as Qi Qingfeng, is one of the top ten families in Dongsheng Shenzhou, and the pearl of the Qi family.

Fortunately, Wang Fugui just patted Qi Qingfeng's shoulder, if he really dared to hook his shoulder, Qi Ze would be embarrassed and have a seizure on the spot. The head of the Qi family told him that Qi Qingfeng must not be wronged outside, otherwise it would be Qi Ze who would be punished as one of his disciples.

"Life is expensive and comfortable, at the right time, you might as well cross the boundary a little bit, be presumptuous, and it won't hurt much. Qi Qingfeng smiled and patted Wang Fugui's shoulder, for this person, his impression was not bad. This sentence is said to Wang Fugui and Qi Ze.

In Qi Qingfeng's eyes, Qi Ze is too conformist, young and self-cultivated, but he is not very popular with girls. How powerful is Qi Ze, when the Red Wolf of the Flame Calamity found the Qi family, it was Qi Ze who took the initiative to punch among the younger generation. I lost, but I didn't lose much. It's a pity that few of the girls in the clan feel sorry for him, but in the eyes of many of them looking at the red wolf of the fire disaster, there are some hazy and careful thoughts of the girls' family.

Of course, in Qi Ze's eyes, he only had the avenue of cultivating immortals, and he didn't bother to care about the relationship between men and women under the moon. Qi Qingfeng, that is, Qi Qingfeng, has a status in his heart like a sister. Without the orders of the head of the Qi family, Qi Ze was categorically reluctant to let Qi Qingfeng suffer a little grievance.

Wang Fugui nodded vigorously, everything that came out of Qi Qingfeng's mouth, he remembered it with his heart, it was all easy to understand good truths. If the sages were written like this in the book, instead of going around and around, in the clouds, he Wang Fugui might be willing to be a reader. However, this is Wang Fugui's misunderstanding of the sage book. Some of the truths are complicated, some of the truths are simple, and the sages have simplified the complex as much as possible, but Wang Fugui is really not suitable for studying. The original intention of the old Confucian to write the book was to make the truth deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Naturally, the truth that is shelved will not be widely spread and not known, and even if it is a truth, it is not a useful truth.

Mo Shiping glanced at Qi Qingfeng with some emotion, he understood these truths, but he couldn't compare to Qi Qingfeng, what he did and said was so natural. Asking himself, Mo Shiping felt that he was also a person who followed the rules, what to do and what not to do, there was a line in his heart, and he would not cross the rules at all. Isn't it okay to occasionally cross a few within a reasonable range, not to be so old-fashioned?

"Brother Qi's reasoning also touched me a lot. Mo Shiping smiled and clenched his fists, and said sincerely.

"Brother Mo laughed, I just said it casually, far from being reasonable. Qi Qingfeng's face was slightly surprised, then he picked up the folding fan, gently knocked on Qi Ze's shoulder on the side, and sighed with a smile: "Qi Ze, Qi Ze." ”

Qi Qingfeng smiled and twisted the folding fan, and did not continue, if Qi Ze didn't want to change, he said that no matter how much he wanted, it would be useless. Moreover, Qi Qingfeng also regarded Qi Ze as his brother and respected his choice.

Qi Ze snorted and didn't talk, he had his thoughts. Since Qi Qingfeng is unwilling to practice, then he, Qi Ze, as the leader of the younger generation, has to carry the burden for him. In the future, no matter what, he will support the prestige of the Qi family, so that Qi Qingfeng can enjoy the mountains and rivers happily for the rest of her life, and be a gluttonous girl of the Qi family without worries.