The two of them went down the mountain road. In recent days, there has been no mountain rain, so the mountain road is not too muddy, and the descent is less laborious than the uphill, and the walk is more brisk.

After a short time, Mo Shiping and Qi Ze walked to the foot of the mountain, and saw the other three people who were looking forward to it from a distance, so they quickened their steps.

"How?" Wang Fugui couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw Mo Shiping return safely. It's not that he doesn't believe in Qi Ze of the Six Realms, but it's pure worry. Even if he is accompanied by a fairyland, he will still be worried, and it is the most benign worry in people's hearts. Nearly eighty years old, the old and dizzy mother still sews a warm dress for the wanderer who is about to travel far away. But in the eyes of the old woman, no matter where the wanderer has gone and what storms he has experienced, he is still a child who needs to take care of himself. Don't talk about it, don't worry about it, but feel uneasy and can't let go.

Mo Shiping smiled and told the three of them what had happened, but he deliberately ignored the masters mentioned by Yuan Jiyue and didn't mention a word. And Qi Ze glanced at Mo Shiping and didn't say much. He knew in his heart that this matter mostly involved asking the chess game of Immortal Realm Wei Li, and Mo Shiping didn't seem to know, so he didn't have to, and he wasn't qualified to open his mouth to remind him. Otherwise, it will cause Wei Li's displeasure, and it will not be him who is unlucky. Although Wei Li was only the first to ask the Ten Immortal Realms, the three words of asking the Immortal Realm itself were a great deterrent. The peak of the Nine Realms and the Ten Realms of Asking Immortals seem to be only one realm apart, but in fact, there is a difference between cloud and mud.

When Qi Qingfeng heard this, he pondered for a moment, and said with some emotion: "Brother Mo's thoughts, I have also heard an old-timer say a similar truth. There is no absolute good or evil in the world, and there is only a fraction of a difference between one thought of good and one thought of evil. Good is the yang side, and evil is the yin side. Yin and yang complement each other, and the Taiji diagram is derived. There is evil in good, and there is good in evil, which is called the avenue. The old-timers also said that blindly abandoning all evil is nonsense, and those who say it are hypocrites. In the struggle between good and evil in human nature, finding a point where good can be used to suppress evil without being balanced and dumped, that is the great good. As for how to find that point, the old-timer finally pointed to his own heart and said eight words with a smile. Ask yourself a clear conscience. ”

Zhang Ziwei scratched his head, a little dizzy. And Wang Fugui pursed his lips and muttered: "What do the old-timers want to say, go around and around, in the clouds and fog, so that people can't understand it." ”

Qi Ze understood, but he didn't squeak. The truth is a good reason, but it is different from the avenue he walked, after all, he walked around in his ears and was kicked out, and he couldn't get into his heart.

Mo Shiping listened carefully, pondered it repeatedly, and couldn't help but sigh lightly, "The old-timer's truth is really good. Originally, I only thought that between good and evil, it is all the result of people's hearts, and if you don't do good, you will be evil. Now I suddenly realize that asking myself and having a clear conscience is not as simple as I thought before, and I have been taught. ”

"It must be a very knowledgeable and rigorous old-timer, right?" Mo Shiping thought for a while and asked more.

Qi Qingfeng's face was strange, and after a little thought, he replied with a smile: "The knowledge is very high, but well, it is not rigorous." On the contrary, it makes people feel that there is no shelf, it is a... Approachable old-timers. ”

Qi Qingfeng said these words very tactfully. When the old Confucian was eating and drinking in Qi's house, his face was thick. The plate of roasted goose paws made him feast alone, and his mouth was full of greasy and refined food. For this matter, Qi Qingfeng never forgot it, and even gritted his teeth, but he didn't have any left!

Unexpectedly, Mo Shiping nodded and echoed with a smile: "Sure enough." I used to think that if I was too strict, I would be like the old master in the private school. It's not that it's bad, it's that it's not easy to understand. ”

Qi Qingfeng's face became more and more strange, and he smiled and stopped talking. It seems that it is crooked, and it is not a bad thing to find a person who admires his knowledge for the old Confucian for some reason. Qi Qingfeng once heard his father Qi Ruilong mention that due to some things, the situation of the old Confucian was not too good. Half of the Terrans asked the fairyland to be unkind to him, and some were cold bystanders. There are very few people like him who are willing to treat each other with courtesy. However, Qi Qingfeng looked at the old Confucian at that time, laughing and laughing, but he didn't seem to care about these at all.

Since this matter was over, it was not too early, and the group of five discussed staying overnight in Ape Cry Town, and then set off tomorrow for Luoyan Town, which was a hundred miles away.

Ape Cry Town is not like a small village at the foot of Tugou Mountain, it has everything it should have. Unable to withstand Wang Fugui's side knocks all the way, Qi Qingfeng had no choice but to smile and lead everyone to the tavern called "Happy Forest".

At the beginning, Han Shuangcheng was here, with a wave of his hand, he asked for a pot of "bamboo leaf green" known as one or two silvers, and he poured himself to drink, which made Wang Fugui angry. This matter has made Wang Fugui talk for a long time, and now he has the opportunity to taste the taste of bamboo leaves, how can he miss it.

Qi Qingfeng was not a stingy person, and after sitting down, he greeted Xiao Er boldly, asked for three pots of bamboo leaves in a row, and ordered a large table of all kinds of cooked meat and fish, which was regarded as returning the good wine and good food promised to Wang Fugui at the beginning.

"Oh, it's really a waste of money for Brother Qi, I really don't want to go. Wang Fugui sneered, but he didn't delay at all as he skillfully carried the wine jug, poured a glass for Qi Qingfeng first, and added a bowl to himself. Whether it is burning knives or bamboo leaves, or the treasures of the county lord Feng Jinfan's cellar, Wang Fugui likes to pick up the wine bowl and drink in a big gulp, which is enjoyable.

Qi Qingfeng can drink a little, but not much, and it is just right to hold wine in a shallow wine bottle. Compared with wine, Qi Qingfeng still attaches more importance to dishes, to put it bluntly, he is greedy. At this point, Qi Qingfeng especially admired the old Confucian student. Every time the old Confucian eats a dish, he can accurately describe its characteristics, and even the different practices in different regions, all of which are well understood.

Qi Qingfeng once asked the old Confucian student curiously, "Why do you have so much research on eating?", and the old Confucian replied with a smile: "How have you ever studied it?" I just have been eating it for so many years without stopping. The cravings of the four seasons of the year, the cycle of eating, is like this. ”

The old Confucian also said that he had seen such an interesting story, there was a merry scholar, a Confucian in a green shirt, holding a turtle and holding a turtle to drink, and even drank excessively, staggered when walking, fell to the ground, fell asleep, and threatened, "If you die, bury me." When he said this, Qi Qingfeng saw that the old Confucian student's eyes were full of envy and loneliness. From this, he somewhat understood why his father Qi Ruilong sighed and said that the old Confucian was the most unsatisfactory person in the world.

It's just that Qi Qingfeng just felt a little sad, and he was stirred up by Wang Fugui's shout.

"Wow, this roast duck is full of flavor!"

Qi Qingfeng glanced at Wang Fugui, who was full of greasy, couldn't hold back, chuckled, and quipped: "Be careful to bite your tongue." ”

At this time, the shopkeeper on the side heard this, looked around the store, there were not many customers, so he stepped forward, greeted him, and said with a smile: "This guest officer is right." You really have to be careful when eating the roast duck in our restaurant, and there are often anxious guest officers who bite the tip of their tongues, and they will inevitably complain afterwards. ”

The shopkeeper said very shrewdly. Pointing out that the roast duck in his restaurant is a must, which is more tempting than bluntly speaking.

When it came to eating, Qi Qingfeng suddenly became interested, and asked, "What's so special about this roast duck?"

The shopkeeper patted his chest and replied with a skillful smile: "Naturally, there is." The ducks used in our restaurant are raised by a special master, and all of them are pure white and high-quality goods. Moreover, before the first month before the table, the duck needs to be stuffed to fatten, and then it will be shiny and fat when it is roasted. The duck must be fat, fat to be tender. The roast duck of the ordinary store can only be made with skin and meat. Our roast duck has skin, meat and oil. If you lift the duck rack upside down, it won't take long for a bowl full of fat to drip out. Naturally, the old shopkeeper had already explained these words, and when he met a diner with bulging pockets, he had to find an opportunity to talk about it. First, it is to attract repeat customers, and secondly, it is best for diners to order one more roast duck after listening. Of course, these words are true, and therefore the price of roast duck in the tavern is not cheap, and it is three times more expensive than the ordinary roast duck outside.

Qi Qingfeng had heard of the method of cramming ducks to gain weight, which was nothing more than kneading sorghum and other feed into round strips, each as thick as a finger and about four inches long. Subsequently, the master who raised the ducks firmly sandwiched the ducks between their legs and could not move. Break open the duck's beak, dip the round strip of feed into the water, and then slide into the duck's belly smoothly with a duck's neck. After filling in a few sticks repeatedly, I saw that the duck could not hold on, so I gave up. In a month's time, the duck is brought out to fill the duck once every three or five days, and in the end, it is difficult for the duck not to get fat. However, due to the cumbersome process and the need for experienced masters, this kind of cramming behavior is rare. Along the way, Qi Qingfeng met for the first time.

Thinking of this, the gluttonous insects in Qi Qingfeng's mouth were inevitably aroused, but when he turned his head to look, the roast duck that was still steaming just now only had a shriveled duck rack left, and Wang Fugui, who was full of oily and shiny mouths on the side, burped with a full sigh.

Qi Qingfeng had to smile bitterly, and then hurriedly greeted the shopkeeper and asked for an extra roast duck. The shopkeeper who trotted to the back kitchen was full of joy, and finally it was not in vain, these guest officers had a good eye.

"Hey?" The shopkeeper was suddenly surprised, and among the few people just now, there were two faces that were somewhat familiar. After recalling carefully, the shopkeeper patted his head, wasn't it the little immortal master who came to eradicate the ape demon more than a month, and he persuaded them not to go to the ape cry mountain at that time.

Thinking of this, the shopkeeper smiled heartily, and greeted the master in charge of the kitchen, "Add a roast duck, and you can pick a big one on your head." ”

...

At the top of the Ape Cry Mountain, Yuan Jiyue, who was dressed in a green shirt, returned to the cave where she lived. There are dozens of stolen books hidden there, with a variety of types, red dust travelogues, romantic rivers and lakes, and articles of sages. In the past, Yuan Jiyue lost one after reading one, but now, after reading each of them, he wrapped them in oiled paper and carefully placed them in a cool place.

Yuan Jiyue was carrying a golden folding fan, and suddenly sighed softly, forgetting something. didn't ask Mo Shiping about the last sentence, the guy who changed fans with himself at the beginning had a very famous surname. That guy said that if Yuan Jiyue went to him with this pure gold folding fan, he would have to get drunk at that time. Don't forget this.

Just when Yuan Jiyue was in his trance, he didn't notice at all that a figure walked in from outside the cave.

"Yo, there's a room full of books. ”

Suddenly, Yuan Jiyue was shocked, and the folding fan she was carrying in her hand swayed, and she almost got out of her hand. Yuan Jiyue hurriedly turned around and saw a middle-aged man wearing silk and satin, with a large piece of bright jade pendant hanging from his waist, and was smiling at him happily.

"Who are you?" Yuan Jiyue took a small step back, staring at the uninvited guest with a wary expression. Although Fang is Yuan Jiyue distracted, it is really not easy for the person who came to be able to quietly step within three feet of him.

A middle-aged man dressed as a rich man didn't step forward, stopped in place, and said with a smile: "A passer-by, passing by here, let's take a look at the chess game played by Wei Libu." ”

When Yuan Jiyue heard this, she took a small step back, not daring to talk, and her heart became more and more uneasy. The person who came pointed out Wei Li by name, so his identity was not something he could contact.

Yuan Jiyue thought about it, hesitated for a moment, and said softly: "Wei Li promised me that as long as I don't leave this mountain, I will be safe." The implication is obvious, Yuan Jiyue didn't know what the person who came meant, so she first used the name of Wei Li to ask for peace.

The middle-aged man chuckled lightly, waved his hand, and signaled that it was okay for him, "You are a demon, I am a human, it stands to reason that I should kill you." But I'm a human being, I only like to tell the truth I like. So, you don't have to worry. However, this is not because of Wei Li, but because you happened to meet me, Qi Ruilong. Not long ago, I heard some truth from an old Confucian student, so now, I can talk well. ”

Yuan Jiyue couldn't see what kind of cultivation this middle-aged man who called himself Qi Ruilong, but from his tone, it was not difficult to infer that at least he was on par with Wei Li, that is, asking about the fairyland.

Thinking of this, Yuan Jiyue was trembling again, and her expression was bitter. Didn't the book say that the fairyland is ethereal and does not appear in the world all year round, why did I meet two fairyland in this month, is it too good luck or too back?

Qi Ruilong shook his head and glanced at the trembling ape demon, feeling a little unhappy in his heart. Why are you so stupid when you open your mind, you don't even know a few words of sycophancy? As a result, Qi Ruilong was too lazy to stay, and as soon as he stomped his foot, he disappeared from the cave, turning into a streamer and flying straight into the sky.