Chapter One Hundred and One

"It's more than twelve o'clock, eh,"

Xu Xiaoxian walked out of Piaoxiang Garden and went straight down the stairs.

There is a world of difference between climbing the stairs and going downstairs, when climbing the stairs is like stepping into a maze, and even using the divine sense to investigate is like a mud cow entering the sea without a trace.

And it only took seven steps to go downstairs, no more than one step, no less step.

It's like using Taoist magic to 'shrink the ground into inches', stepping out of the distance of one floor in one step.

It's weird.

......

Xu Xiaoxian walked out of the building with his front foot, and the meat ball deer boldly greeted him with his back foot.

It's still that fat but not greasy pleasing smile, groveling posture.

"Master Xu, Miss Green said that you will go out of the building in three moments, and let the old slave wait here. Sure enough, the old slave had just pondered that the third quarter had just arrived, and you returned.

God is it.

”

Looking at the eyes that had already narrowed into a line of sky, gave a thumbs up, and took a bite of an old slave's meat ball, Xu Xiaoxian pursed his lips, couldn't bear to look directly, don't look over his head to look at the brightly lit 'Ruyi Building', squinted his eyes and said softly: "Lu Zhiming can be in the 'Zhiwei Building'?"

Meat Ball Lu boldly laughed softly: "The green girl is a god, and you are like a god, Master Xu."

Not only the young master and the green girl are waiting for you in the 'Zhiwei Building'. Even Wang Jianzi and Miss Jiaoli Lanyue were in the building.

'Zhiwei Building' is in the southeast corner of Qingfeng Lane, and the tea kung fu is just a short walk away.

The old slave then led Master Xu to go. ”

The young monk of Baopu Mountain nodded, unwilling to entangle with him any longer, and said softly: "Midnight is still far away, you go to the 'Zhiwei Building' to inform Lu Zhifu first, saying that I will go to the night market first, and I will come back before midnight."

If Miss Lanyue asks, you will say that Xiaodao will pick up the lanterns. If she says she is hungry, she can eat first. If she's sleepy, tell her to rest first.

”

"The night market is in the northwest corner of Qingfeng Lane, and the golden sentences written by the former Confucian tycoon Wang Daozi before his ascension are also on a stone tablet in the northwest corner. ”

Xu Xiaoxian nodded with a smile, looked at the night, and suddenly sighed: "You let the deer know his fate and say the name of the green-robed prince Sun Shushen in front of the green girl without a trace."

Take a look at her reaction.

Just click and stop.

In addition, remember to tell Miss Lan Yue that Xiaodao told her not to leave Wang Jianzi's side within ten steps. ”

Meat Ball Deer nodded boldly, said no more, and disappeared into the night in a moment with his trembling fat body.

Looking at the meat ball deer that disappeared in front of him and gradually merged with the night, Xu Xiaoxian suddenly remembered what the old Taoist Li Daniu said in his childhood.

To be a subordinate is also learned,

It is also divided into three, six, nine and so on, and the successful subordinates are also divided into three classes, small success, medium success, and large success.

The small ones are groveling and timid. People see pity. Although he has some confidence, he can't get out of a slave shackle.

Those who are in the middle of the world, blindly fox and fake tiger, bully others, watch people put down dishes, boil river fish in river water, and avoid the importance of the 100-word mantra of life interests. It's a pity that no matter how much you balance the power in your hands and the desire in your heart at the height of perfection, after all, you will be left with vigilance, and no matter how close you are, you can't touch the height of heart-to-heart.

Or a minion.

Dacheng is different, ask what should be asked, don't ask what shouldn't be asked, understand what should be understood, and don't understand what shouldn't be understood. Very clever with three points, six points for loyalty, one point for kindness.

Ten points, all indispensable.

Xu Xiaoxian felt that being a subordinate to achieve the level of meat ball deer boldness was a great achievement, no matter how it was.

......

The night is like water.

Night, always reserved for the enjoyment of the rich.

The night always leaves the darkness and cold to the poor.

Qingfeng Alley was brightly lit, and the air was filled with the smell of wine and meat, and the smell of eroded copper.

The night market in Qingfeng Lane is also particularly colorful.

All kinds of shouting, shouting, and laughter are staggered, and the atmosphere is thick and boiling.

If anyone can calm down and watch the face of the night coldly.

Then, he will find two distinct extremes.

The rich people with the scenery and jade belts enjoy the wealth and mystery of the night with the lamp.

The poor people in the firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea are struggling in the dark, and struggling again.

The young monk of Baopu Mountain wandered around the night market, spent three coins of broken silver, and bought a lantern that looked good. The little girl who sells the lanterns happily gives him a string of sugar gourds and a clean smiling face that is so happy that it makes people feel sad.

The night is no longer so dark.

The young monk's mood also suddenly brightened, carrying a lantern, biting a sour hawthorn sugar gourd, and inquiring about the location of the stone tablet left by the former Confucian tycoon Wang Daozi before his ascension, like a swimming fish, burrowed into the crowd, and disappeared in front of the little girl's eyes in an instant.

A huge bluestone stele stands in the northwest corner of Qingfeng Lane, and twelve block letters are carved on the stele.

'If you can't throw it away from the world, half of it is the breeze'.

The years are mottled, the face is old, and the silk is white.

The bluestone stele that has been exposed to the wind and sun for hundreds of years is still spotlessly standing there, clean and clean, and the twelve horizontal and vertical characters are still as new.

It was as if it had just been engraved, and the ink had not even dried.

Looking at the bluestone stele from afar, there is a kind of tranquility from the depths of the heart, with the stroke between the lines, spreading, as if there is a kind of magic to guide.

Xu Xiaoxian stood three feet away from the stone stele, holding a lantern in his hand, looking at the twelve big characters with a calm heart.

In an instant, the heart is like water.

When the former Confucian tycoon Wang Daozi soared, was he really as happy as these twelve big characters?

The young monk had no answer.

But someone gave him an answer that was not an answer.

"He wasn't calm when he ascended. ”

Xu Xiaoxian suddenly turned around, and what he spoke was a bald-headed little monk with no ring scar on the top of his head, but wearing a novice suit.

The little monk pondered that he was only six or seven years old, wearing a slightly wide novice suit, but carrying a huge wine gourd.

The dress is nondescript, but the appearance is very good. The firm bridge of the nose, the thin red lips, and the inlaid pair of big eyes make it very pleasing to look at from a distance.

"Why did the little master say this?" Xu Xiaoxian responded with a smile.

"Do you want to hear it?" the cunning in the eyes of the big-eyed little monk was unabashed.

Xu Xiaoxian smiled unreasonably: "I don't want to!"

"Don't you really want to?" said the little monk with a smile.

Xu Xiaoxian shook his head resolutely, carried the lantern, turned around and left.

"But I'm willing to say. ”

The little monk followed unrelentingly, not leaving an inch, and the wine gourd on his back swayed one by one, making a clattering sound.

"But I don't want to hear it, and I don't want to know if the wine gourd on the little master's back is empty. Xu Xiaoxian squinted his eyes and said with a smile, and also quickened his pace, walking in the direction of the 'Zhiwei Building' in the northeast corner of Qingfeng Lane.

Xu Xiaoxian walked faster and faster, and the two instantly opened up a considerable distance.

Watching Xu Xiaoxian go faster and faster, farther and farther, the big-eyed little monk was in a hurry, and seemed to have increased his speed to his own extreme.

But the person is small and small, and his feet are not long, so he walks too fast, and his hind feet are mixed with his front feet, and he falls down instantly, and a dog eats.

As soon as the big-eyed little monk fell, Xu Xiaoxian immediately stopped, stood in place with a lantern, bit down a sugar gourd, and ate it with relish.