The carriage slowly went north, a Huai River is close in front of you, I don't know whether it is not snowing here, or the weather is warm, it is still a piece of green, standing on the south bank of the Huai River, looking at it, the Huaibei Plain is a horse and a flat river, the Huai River flows from Tongbai Mountain, rushes down from the upper reaches of the valley from the high bank, and pours for thousands of miles. After entering the middle and lower reaches of the plain, it gradually calms, like a jade belt tied between Huainan and Huaibei, the gentle river water, the winter has come to the river boat gradually fewer and more picturesque.

The two sides of the Huai River depend on each other since ancient times, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, standing on the south bank, behind is the endless Dabie Mountain and the Jianghuai hills, the west is like the Tongbai, Barberry and Songyue Mountains that are about to rise, and the north is like the Yimeng Mountains that the giant python turns over. Only when you are there can you feel the beauty of it.

The Huai River is an important dividing line in the territory of the Great Qin and even the former dynasties, with the Huaishui as the boundary, the land is divided into north and south, the so-called rural slang, or the Wenlin Shi people have the saying of "South Barbarian and North Yu", because here is not only the cultural difference between the north and the south, but also the customs and language, climate and landform, water and drought crops, food taste and other huge differences, there is a famous "orange born in Huainan is orange, born in Huaibei is orange" The reason why the dispute has been passed down to this day is that one is the agility of the parties, and the other is that there is indeed a great difference in physical geography and humanities.

Therefore, the literati and scholars will always be full of emotion on the side of the Huai River, and countless beautiful poems have been left on both sides of the river.

Li Jinglan and Yan Yuping walked far side by side on the south bank of the Huai River, and suddenly stopped and said, "Uncle Yan, do you have anything to say?"

Yan Yuping turned to look at him, and Li Jinglan's face was calm.

"I was going to go farther, and I will find another opportunity to tell you, but I didn't expect you to have a prescient understanding, is it because of my recent sudden ascension to the realm that my mind is agitated, or where are the flaws exposed?" Yan Yuping asked.

"Uncle Yan, you don't have a big problem there, it's because I may have some unique talent for perceiving people's hearts since I was a child, which may be the reason why I have almost no friends since I was a child!" Li Jinglan smiled bitterly.

"I see, it's nothing, it's just that in the martial arts, you have to suffer a little more, the most taboo in the martial arts is to have distractions, whether it is the lifelong sword in the north, or the self-proclaimed in the southeast, they are all in their respective fields to pursue the extreme, if you can't concentrate on one place, there will be twists and turns at the so-called martial arts bottleneck. Fortunately, you worshiped under the gate of Longhu Mountain before, and there are old people who do not hesitate to give the Dragon and Tiger the authentic internal strength of the Jade Emperor Building, with a hundred thoughts as the root, a little benevolence in the heart as the stem, the bitter sea planting golden lotus, a floor to open the first floor, the golden lotus blooming building to the top of the second, but also with three thousand pure water to wash away the dust, clear heart and clarity, in your state of mind is not only a great benefit, it is simply the right medicine! This is what the world says, for the good deeds of all kinds of tribulations you have taught!

Li Jinglan pondered carefully, from Qingcheng in distress, to Huai'an Town to cultivate the heart, the Beijing master forged the body, went north and south to refine the courage, several dangers on the surface seemed to be his own decision and resoluteness, carefully pondered, there was a faint sense of doing what he wanted, taking advantage of the trend, quite in line with the true meaning of Taoism, I think it is true.

After Li Jinglan pondered, Yan Yuping said again: "Didn't you ask me what I had to say just now, in fact, whether you say it or not, when you say it, and what you will do after you say it, it is a test that Master Hou gave you!"

On the same day, the carriage crossed the Huai River and continued northward, and that night, Li Jinglan and Fu Haiqing shook off all eyes from all sides in the tunnel of an inn belonging to the black guard in the dark night, returned to Huaishui, and quietly returned south.

"Stinky monk, why don't you wear the cotton clothes my godmother made for you?"

"I don't feel cold!"

"Stinky monk, I don't care if you're cold or not, if you don't wear it, you won't give me face as a godmother, if you don't give me face, you won't give me face, you know the consequences?"

"The little monk knows!"

"Huh?"

"There is a saying among the scholars of the Central Plains, doesn't it say, 'The rich and the rich cannot be lewd, the poor and the lowly cannot be moved, and the mighty cannot be bent?'"

"Hehe, why are you putting it on again?"

Fasten your loops and tie your belt.

"Amitabha, there is a saying among scholars in the Central Plains that 'a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall'"

"Tsk, the little bald donkey is quite knowledgeable, is there anything else?"

"Yes! A good man does not suffer immediate losses, he can bend and stretch his husband, and if a dog bites a person, he can't bite a dog......"

"Dead bald head~~" After a sharp roar, in the Beijing Academy, which has been covered in ice and snow for many days, the daily repetitive game of chasing life began again.

Pei Xiaohuan, who is two years younger than the little monk Yifan, is the winner every time, and it is the same today, dragging the little monk's feet and neck, pulling out a long curved "one" in the snow, and just now he didn't care about the clothes made by a godmother, the little monk Yifan was obviously numb to this, and he didn't resist, of course, the result of the resistance was another round of more ferocious blows. With his eyes closed and his mouth chanting "Amitabha", the little bald head slammed on the potholed ground, like the sound of a wooden fish.

Walking to the pavilion in front of the frozen small pond, Pei Xiaohuan was also tired and out of breath, so he threw away the little monk and shook the sore arm of You Xue. Looking down at the little monk who simply closed his eyes and pretended to be dead, his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, "Hehe!"

But Pei Xiaohuan suddenly lost interest in teasing him, grabbed a handful of snow from the untouched railing, grabbed it with his two little hands, pinched it into a snowball, and bit it hard.

"Brother Lan doesn't know where he went, Brother Fugui doesn't dare to skip class, I really don't know what's so good about this Chang'an, stupid monk, you don't know how fun we were when we were in Huai'an Town, alas, I'm going to be five years old in a few days, I'm really sad! When I grow up, my brothers don't like me!"

The little monk who preached the Fa in front of thousands of monks in Landa Temple, and was not shocked by the arguments, panicked, and thought for a long time before stammering: "Pei, Pei Nuxia, that, the little monk likes you!"

"Get out, get out, get away! You like I've got a piece of!"

"Yes, it proves that at least there are still people who like you!"

"Hehe, little bald donkey, do you know what happened to the last time someone talked to this woman?"

Yifan's bald head shook like a rattle.

Pei Xiaohuan turned his head and made a cruel smile: "I was beaten into meat sauce alive!"

The little monk was frightened by Pei Xiaohuan's hideous face, and took two or three steps back before standing firmly.

Pei Xiaohuan took in his magic power with great interest, stood up, patted the ice chips on his hands, and walked towards the backyard with his hands behind his back, where the little monk was there.

Pei Xiaohuan, who had walked more than a dozen steps, suddenly looked back: "I, Pei Nuxia, have been walking the rivers and lakes for many years, and I only have two and a half friends. Stupid monk, you, barely count that half, right?"

Yifan Lehe's fart followed up: "Okay, okay, half, half! How can people be divided into half a mile, half is one, and one is also half!"

"Stupid monk, you don't have to make an inch! Hear me, be careful that my big fist is not emotional!"

"But, your rice bowl is really big!"

"Huh, you mean this girl is a foodie?"

"No, no, Pei Nuxia, the little monk said the wrong thing again, tonight the little monk's dinner will be given to Pei Nuxia, okay?"

"It's pretty much the same, and this woman will make you hungry, so let's do it, the food belongs to me, and the white rice belongs to you!"

"Heroine Mercy ......"

"It's almost the New Year, and I don't know when Brother Lan will come back. ”

"It's almost coming, it's coming"

"Stinky monk, how do you know?"

"Don't you Central Plains scholars have a saying called 'If you don't forget, there will be an echo'!"

"How do you know the words of so many Central Plains scholars?"

"The little monk is stupid, so he should read more books!

"Oh, will that woman also have to read hard and write big characters in the future, so that Brother Lan will like me more?"

"No, no, Pei Nuxia, you are naturally smart!"

"Tsk, this is also what the Central Plains reader said?"

"Hehe, the Central Plains scholars call this a sycophant!"

"Not bad, yes, this sycophant is really comfortable, okay, you will follow me in the future, whoever bullies you will report the name of Pei Nuxia, do you know?"

"Amitabha!"