"Hehe, this poem "Will Enter the Wine" is not written by the poor monk, but when the poor monk was studying in the Ruixia Cave of Chicheng Mountain in the past, he listened to a fairy surnamed Li Mingtaibai, and the poor monk felt that this poem was very good, and at this time, he chanted it!" Li Xiuyuan sang this song, threw the two chopsticks on the wine table at will, and looked at the people in the building with a big laugh.

"Oh, a fairy named Li Taibai, but I don't know where this person is now? ”

As soon as Lu Dongbin heard what Li Xiuyuan said about the immortal Li Taibai, he immediately said with a look of fascination.

"Since he is an immortal, he can stay in the world, and now ten years have passed, I am afraid that this person is no longer in the world!"

Li Xiuyuan pretended to sigh.

There has been a Tang Dynasty in this world, but Li Du has never appeared.

"Hehe, Master Daoji is really a frank gentleman, in the face of this kind of unseen world-shattering work, he does not want to take it for himself, but to make a name for his original owner, this kind of broad bosom, I am very impressed.

I think that there was a poet named Song Zhiwen in the previous dynasty, in order to win the two sentences in Liu Xiyi's "Generations of Sorrowful Pulsatilla", "The flowers are similar every year, and the people are different every year", he actually killed his own nephew at home, and the comparison between the two is really embarrassing. Liang Shanbo also shook his head and sighed, he admired Master Daoji's character very much.

"Hehe, the poor monk is a monk in the mountains, and he doesn't need to please anyone, so what's the use of worldly fame and fortune? Li Xiuyuan laughed loudly and continued to drink.

"Transcendent from the world, not bound by fame and fortune, the master is really a master. Lu Fangweng also sighed.

"It turns out that you didn't make this poem, and you're just picking up people's teeth!"

Zhu Yingtai muttered quietly behind Lu Fangweng.

Why does this scholar named Zhu Yingtai always target the poor monk, and the poor monk doesn't seem to have offended this person?

Li Xiuyuan was unhappy in his heart, he glanced at Zhu Yingtai with a smile, and shot back directly: "Hahaha, poetry is originally to express my feelings, if you can express my chest, why not pick up people's teeth?"

"You...... , you are a strong word. ”

Zhu Yingtai's face was red when he was choked by Li Xiuyuan's words, so he had to retort weakly.

"I feel that what Master Daoji said is very reasonable, hehe, the virtuous brother of Yingtai has always been sharp-edged, but he didn't expect to be defeated in the hands of Master Daoji today. ”

Liang Shanbo immediately laughed on the side. He is usually ridiculed by Zhu Yingtai.

After a hearty drink, Lu Fangweng got up and said goodbye: "The old man is very honored to meet the two great sages here, but it is getting late today, and the old man will take Yingtai and them back to the academy. ”

Li Xiuyuan smiled and said, "Hehe, definitely, definitely!"

"Lu Shanchang is going well!" Lu Dongbin also said goodbye to Lu Fangweng.

After separating from the three people of Chongqi Academy, Li Xiuyuan and Lu Dongbin walked out of Fengle Building with the white ape.

The night was dark, out of Fengle Building, there were few pedestrians in the Fang Market of Lin'an City, a cold wind blew, Yuan Hong's wine woke up, and he was still in a daze following behind Li Xiuyuan and Lu Dongbin.

"Alas, Poor Daoist has been by the side of Daoist friends for half a month, and Daoist friends were still a little worried some time ago, but why do Daoists no longer care about their cloud robbery in recent days?"

Li Xiuyuan looked at him and smiled: "Looking at the expressions of Pure Yang Daoist friends in the past few days, the poor monk should be about to come to a catastrophe!"

"The calamity clouds above the heads of Daoist friends have condensed, and the day of the calamity should not be far away, and it will fall within three days. Lu Dongbin said with a solemn face.

Li Xiuyuan shook the broken fan in his hand, and said with a smile: "Hehe, let it go, Pure Yang Daoist also said, this calamity is unavoidable, why worry a lot?

"Hahaha, the Taoist friend is really free and easy, if the Taoist friend can survive this catastrophe safely, please also visit the stalagmite mountain, and the poor Taoist will definitely introduce the Taoist friend to my seven immortal friends. Lu Dongbin laughed heartily.

Li Xiuyuan's eyes suddenly lit up, and he laughed freely: "Okay, if Buddhism can't tolerate me, the poor monk will take off this robe and go to Daoyou's stalagmite mountain to be the ninth immortal on that mountain!"

"Nine is the extreme, the nine immortals of stalagmite mountain are indeed a little bit more majestic than the eight immortals, even in terms of the number of people, it is slightly better. ”

"Hahaha, aren't you afraid that I, a monk, will tarnish your name as the Eight Immortals?"

Lu Dongbin and Li Xiuyuan glanced at each other, and they both laughed loudly.

Yuan Hong, who was behind the two, was confused and didn't know why, and he also smirked with them.

At night, Li Xiuyuan took Lu Dongbin and the white ape to rest in the meditation room of Lingyin Temple, and did not see the monks coming to stop him.

On the bank of Zhexi River, Yongning Village, Tiantai County, Great Song Dynasty, the scenery is beautiful, the scenery is pleasant, and it is the place where the Taoist monk of Lingyin Temple grows.

The name of the Daoji monk is Li Xiuyuan, his father is Li Maochun, a famous local benevolent man, and his mother Wang is also virtuous and virtuous, but they are nearly half a hundred years old to have children, and when Li Xiuyuan is seventeen or eighteen years old, they will die.

After the death of his parents, Li Xiuyuan no longer had the fetters of red dust, and he already had a heart for Buddha, so he gave up his family wealth and went to Lingyin Temple to become a monk.

Since Li Xiuyuan left Yongning Village and went to Lingyin Temple, the hundred-acre fields on the west bank of Zhexi River and the Li family's ancestral home, Longxi Garden, were handed over to his uncle Wang Anshi and cousin Wang Quan to take care of.

It's the day of the autumn harvest again, and this year the wind and rain have been good, and he has been diligent in farming, and it is expected that the rice harvest should be good.

Although there are already shops and homes in the county, Wang Quan, a sturdy young man in cloth, still feels closer to the countryside.

At this time, while rolling up his sleeves and cutting rice in the paddy field, he commanded more than 20 villagers on Lijiazhuang to harvest together.

"Xianggong, it's so hot, you tell them to rest for a while, the slave family and Ying'er brought some tea. ”

Wang Quan's wife, Mei, was five months pregnant and could not work in the fields, so she and the little maid helped to send a few more bowls of tea to Wang Quan and the guests in Lijiazhuang.

"Hahaha, my wife has given an order, everyone should collect the sickle, drink some tea, and have another breath, and you should be able to go over to eat." Today, I asked my father to go to the He family restaurant in the county town and invite Chef He to take charge. You also know Chef He's craftsmanship, the side dishes can be flavorful, and the large pieces of pork meat are fatty but not greasy, you are really blessed. ”

Wang Quan and the Zhuang guests of the Li family talked nonsense for a while, and directly talked about what they said, and after being full of enthusiasm, he Shi Shiran walked to the side of his pregnant wife Mei.

"Hahaha, young owner, the old man wants to go back to eat now after you said it!"

"Yes, Chef He is very skilled. ”

"Next time I go to the city, I'll also go to Hejia Restaurant to try it. ”

"However, the most important thing to thank is the young lady, thank you for the tea sent by the lady. ”

The scorching sun, the sound of pouring tea and drinking water, shouting, laughing and scolding accompanied by the sound of sweat dripping, together constitute a harmonious music in the countryside.

Da-da-da-da

The silence was shattered by the sound of iron hooves trampling through the soft earth.

More than a dozen black-clothed men dressed in Ugin light armor and holding cold light blades were riding high-headed horses from the ridges.

Sigh.

As soon as the black-clothed man led by pulled the reins, the horse neighed, and the dozen or so black-clothed armor soldiers behind him immediately stopped together with the horses, and at a glance they knew that these people were well-trained.

Wang Quan and this group of villagers had seen such a battle, and they stood on the spot one by one, all holding their breath and not daring to move.

The big man at the head looked about thirty years old, tall and majestic, dressed in black, and the light armor on the outside was also covered with a layer of purple scales of Ximi. His face was full of beard, and a long scar opened from the corner of his forehead to his cheek, making him look extremely fierce.

"This military master ......" A very knowledgeable man in the Li family village had just stepped forward to say a word, and he heard a scream, and the village guest was slashed through the neck by a sharp blade, and the blood rushed out, and he was killed on the spot.

The black-clothed man's face was murderous, and a sneer tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he wiped the blood stains on his cuffs from the cold blade.

Encountering such an accident, all the bankers present woke up instantly.

"Everyone, run!" Wang Quan shouted, and hurriedly pulled up the Mei family beside him.

"Xianggong, you run first, leave me alone!" Mei Shi pushed Wang Quan away and shouted.

Since the man in black killed people without saying a word, the scene became extremely chaotic, and more than a dozen men in black also began to kill the group of villagers.

Some of the bold bankers have already taken up their sickles to resist, while others have neither dared to resist nor run, so they can only lead their necks and wait to be killed.

However, the final result was the same, how could this group of bankers be able to defeat the well-trained black-clad warriors, and in an instant, all the bankers together with Wang Quan and Mei died under the butcher's knife.

"General Qiqi Peng, there are twenty-eight guests from Lijiazhuang, and thirty-six members of Wang Anshi's family, none of them have slipped through the net!" said another lieutenant general beside Jing Jian.

Peng Min nodded and turned to look at one of the middle-aged scribes among the men in black.

This middle-aged scribe was also in his thirties, thin, not tall, sallow, and very ordinary, looking very inconspicuous at a glance.

"Mr. Wang, what does the third prince think, just such a group of mortals who have no cultivation in the countryside are also worthy of our Xiangfu Praetorian Guard?"

Peng Min asked with a look of disdain.

"Hehe, these people have some kinship with Li Wenhe, the commander of the horses, and the third prince in order to prevent someone from leaking the news, so he asked General Peng to make a move, and General Peng can rest assured that what the third prince promised the general will definitely be completed as promised. Wang Xin explained warmly.

"In this way, the general will thank the third prince!" Peng Min's face was happy, and he said to the deputy general beside him: "Seal the heads of Wang Quan and Wang Anshi with lime and send them to Lin'an City." ”

"Yes, General!" the adjutant immediately took the order.