(Complementing, to be changed later)

Outside the gate of Chen's mansion, the guards guarding both sides of the door stopped the comer, and after getting the message from the comer, one person turned around and entered the house, saying that he needed to report, and please wait for a while.

Standing at the foot of the steps were two men, one older and one small.

The small boy looked up and looked around, looking at the things around him in a novel way, if it weren't for the plaque hanging on the eaves, he thought he was in the wrong place, in the young man's shallow cognition, the county official position should be about the same weight as the officials in his village, the difference is that he has changed a place, changed his title, they are all officials, and they are all in charge.

Now think about it, this situation has already reversed the young man's thoughts, this courtyard is at least three feet long compared to the yamen in the village, just the door pillars used for support, and the high-quality paint surface used for decoration and whitewashing, replaced by the village Master Su, who is willing to be so extravagant and wasteful to use this paint to brush the door pillars, it must be all painted on the gate of the yamen.

Estimates are not enough.

Compared with the curiosity of the short boy, the other pretty man looked much more indifferent.

The pretty-faced man glanced at the young man beside him and muttered, "It's a little bit like it, it's like a cultivator, as if he has never seen the world." ”

The young man who was still looking answered and withdrew his gaze.

The young man thought for a while and asked in a low voice, "Fang Aotian, why do you say this courtyard is so deep, aren't people tired when they come out of it?"

Fang Aotian glanced at the door of the mansion recessed on the steps, and replied: "The depth of this courtyard is directly proportional to the belly of the officials in the mansion, what you see now is only an eight-rank small county official, if it is replaced by a four-rank or above, the gate is so big that it can accommodate a ship." ”

The young man nodded in hindsight, and then scratched his head and said, "This is really troublesome to be an official, but according to what you said, there is something to say..."

The boy thought about it for a long time, but did not come up with an answer.

Fang Aotian said with a smile: "The prime minister's stomach can support the boat, you, read more books in the future." ”

The young man also smirked, "Why are you the same as Hou Baojun, you are persuading me to study, so many words, how can I recognize them? Forget it, it's still simple to cultivate immortals, as long as you work hard to cultivate, as for success or not, it doesn't matter!"

Regarding the young man's self-ridicule, Fang Aotian just laughed, or that sentence, now Fang Cheng has just stepped into the threshold of cultivating immortals, what he will encounter in the future, what he will experience, it is immeasurable, but it is also possible that the journey will be smooth and safe.

The future can be expected, and the future can be bullied.

Outside the gate of Chen's mansion, the guards looked at the two whispering under the steps, unable to arouse any interest.

There are many people who come to Chen's Mansion every day to hit the luck, this one is said to be a relative of Lord Chen, and the one who said that he has an urgent matter to discuss with Lord Chen, but the person with the same look as the young man just now, this is the first time he has seen it, if it weren't for the special clothes of the young man, and the momentum of the pretty man next to him is a little extraordinary, he would have been impatient and blasted the two out of his sight.

After about half a cup of tea, a person walked out of the house.

It is Chen Liujia and Lord Chen.

Fang Cheng waved his hand towards the steps and said with a smile: "Uncle Chen, I haven't seen you for a long time!"

Chen Liujia looked at Fang Cheng under the steps, overjoyed, and hurriedly walked down the steps.

When the guards reported, Sun Ce said that it was an old man, and looking at his unhappy expression at that time, Chen Liujia almost guessed seven or eight.

Chen Liujia walked to the young man's side and said with a smile: "I wanted to go to Qingyun Sect to find you in a few days, but I didn't expect your kid to come to the door in person, but it's okay like this, just rest here for a while, don't go back to Qingyun Sect." ”

Fang Cheng, who was originally full of joy, was stunned after hearing this, and sent it to the door: Don't go back to Qingyun Sect again? Could it be that he has caused some trouble?

Chen Liujia used a little force and patted the young man's shoulder, seeing that the young man didn't feel pain, he couldn't help but say happily: "It's different to cultivate immortals, only ten years old can resist the strength of adults with your physical body, which really makes me envious." ”

Fang Cheng ignored Chen Liujia's ridicule, and was just about to ask out loud what his words meant before, Chen Liujia gestured and pressed Fang Cheng's shoulder, "I don't know who this is?"

Chen Liujia looked at the pretty man, he noticed this person as soon as he went out, and somehow, he always felt as if he had seen it somewhere.

After thinking about it carefully, Chen Liujia was sure in his heart, he had definitely never seen it, and he felt like a female predecessor he had seen at the gate of the Hou Mansion in the morning, but when he tasted it carefully, he still had a little taste.

The pretty man didn't wait for Fang Cheng to speak, and Mao Sui recommended himself: "Aotian below, it can be regarded as half of Fang Cheng's relatives, or his subordinates." ”

Now it's Chen Liujia's turn to be stunned, Fang Aotian, is this name sure it's his real name?

The county magistrate Chen laughed dryly, hugged his fists and said: "Contemptible Chen Liujia, who was the county official of Bapin County in Nanlai Prefecture of the Fuhua Dynasty at the time, has seen Immortal Master Fang. ”

Fang Aotian smiled and hugged his fists back, not too big, let alone public.

Chen Liujia got up and motioned for Fang Cheng and the two to follow him into the house to rest.

Fang Cheng didn't think much about this, and followed Uncle Chen leisurely and happily into Chen's mansion.

When the two in front of him walked a few steps away, Fang Aotian sniffed his nose and finally followed.

It wasn't that Fang Aotian was stunned when he met the county official, but in fact, he felt it slightly just now that before the Lord Chen in front of him went out, there was a trace of spiritual cultivation on his body.

For Canglong, who was a divine beast, it was really easy to perceive the change in aura, and after determining that this cultivation aura was not Chen Liujia's own, Fang Aotian's pace slowed down a lot.

Thinking about it, Fang Aotian, who was following behind him, grinned lightly, it is not surprising that there are immortal masters in the official mansion, as for the cultivators of the Transformation Period, the strength of cultivation is quite amazing, but if you wrench your wrist with yourself, it is still so hot.

Fang Aotian walked leisurely, admiring the bonsai pavilion along the road, his wrist cuffs smashing left and right, I don't know if it was the wind blowing, or if there was a living thing inside.

The three of them walked into the hall, and the hall was already empty.

Zhang He left the hall with Chen Liujia when he received Fang Cheng, saying that he was going to visit his disciple's injury, and as for Sun Ce, it was even more outrageous, and bluntly told Chen Liujia that if Fang Cheng asked about him, he would say that he didn't know, and he didn't come to Qingyun County.

Chen Liujia was a little confused about this, but he quickly figured it out.

Avoiding suspicion is human nature.

Chen Liujia personally invited Fang Cheng and Fang Aotian to sit down, and called someone to pour a cup of tea and serve it to the pretty man.

As for Fang Cheng, Chen Liujia didn't think about adding tea to him, at a young age, he learned what to be old-fashioned.

Chen Liujia glanced at the blue and white coat on Fang Cheng's body a few times, and said with a smile: "Fang Cheng, don't say it, wearing this immortal master robe, it's quite like that." ”

Fang Cheng scratched his head, a little embarrassed, "It's just the Qingyun Sect that I just entered a few days ago, and I was lucky to have completed the foundation building period now." ”

Chen Liujia didn't understand the division of immortal masters' cultivation, and said with a smile: "Since you are here this time, don't go back to Qingyun Sect in a short period of time, and rest here for a while." ”

"Why is this?, what's wrong with Qingyun Sect?" asked Fang Cheng, who had been puzzled by this before entering the door.

Chen Liujia glanced at Fang Aotian, who was drinking tea by himself, thought for a while, and said, "Qingyun Sect has not been very peaceful recently, and there may be some chaos. ”

Fang Cheng said: "Uncle Chen, you say this, Uncle Qing has already summoned the disciples of the Qingyun Sect to prepare for this matter in advance, Uncle Chen can rest assured, the Qingyun Sect will definitely not make a mistake in the chaos." ”

Chen Liujia frowned and said, "Uncle Qing, who is it?"

The innocent Fang Cheng did not hesitate at all, and said, "Uncle Qing is Uncle Qing, Qingcheng Zi, the sect leader of Qingyun Sect. ”

When Chen Liujia heard this, he felt bad.

He didn't expect that the young man who used to just send fish back and forth in Jinyin Village would be so close to Qingyun Sect!

Chen Liujia looked at Fang Cheng, his face was a little embarrassed, and he said in a deep voice: "From today onwards, you have nothing to do with the Qingyun Sect, you are you! The Qingyun Sect is the Qingyun Sect! The Sect Master of the Qingyun Sect is just an immortal monk who has heard the name to you, do you know!"

After listening to the words of his neighbor's uncle, the boy was stunned on the spot. Outside the gate of Chen's mansion, the guards guarding both sides of the door stopped the comer, and after getting the message from the comer, one person turned around and entered the house, saying that he needed to report, and please wait for a while.

Standing at the foot of the steps were two men, one older and one small.

The small boy looked up and looked around, looking at the things around him in a novel way, if it weren't for the plaque hanging on the eaves, he thought he was in the wrong place, in the young man's shallow cognition, the county official position should be about the same weight as the officials in his village, the difference is that he has changed a place, changed his title, they are all officials, and they are all in charge.

Now think about it, this situation has already reversed the young man's thoughts, this courtyard is at least three feet long compared to the yamen in the village, just the door pillars used for support, and the high-quality paint surface used for decoration and whitewashing, replaced by the village Master Su, who is willing to be so extravagant and wasteful to use this paint to brush the door pillars, it must be all painted on the gate of the yamen.

Estimates are not enough.

Compared with the curiosity of the short boy, the other pretty man looked much more indifferent.

The pretty-faced man glanced at the young man beside him and muttered, "It's a little bit like it, it's like a cultivator, as if he has never seen the world." ”

The young man who was still looking answered and withdrew his gaze.

The young man thought for a while and asked in a low voice, "Fang Aotian, why do you say this courtyard is so deep, aren't people tired when they come out of it?"

Fang Aotian glanced at the door of the mansion recessed on the steps, and replied: "The depth of this courtyard is directly proportional to the belly of the officials in the mansion, what you see now is only an eight-rank small county official, if it is replaced by a four-rank or above, the gate is so big that it can accommodate a ship." ”

The young man nodded in hindsight, and then scratched his head and said, "This is really troublesome to be an official, but according to what you said, there is something to say..."

The boy thought about it for a long time, but did not come up with an answer.

Fang Aotian said with a smile: "The prime minister's stomach can support the boat, you, read more books in the future." ”