According to the book, after the monk stole the book, he should have found the Holy Aunt in Huayin County, and then he was there, practicing magic with the Holy Aunt and the mother and son, and it took about two or three years before he left.

At this time, the Danzi monk had only stolen books for a year and a half, and it stands to reason that the three of them should still be in Huayin County, but when An Yi came, they did not find it.

An Yi was very confused for a while: "Could it be because of me that the plot has changed?"

He didn't expect that there were no less than five places called Huayin County in the Great Song Dynasty, not to mention whether he was looking for the right one, in fact, there was one more point, but he forgot.

The penultimate chapter of this book mentions that when the king was defeated, the holy aunt once mentioned the "oolong slashing method", which uses the essence of hardware to be installed under the Liujia altar, refining seven seven forty-nine days, casting a ghost head knife, called the divine knife, and can roar and leap. It is held in a stone box, hidden at the bottom of the water, and the gold and water are compatible, so that they do not jump away. In case of danger, a pure black male dog, Zhu Shu will cut the three ways, and open the name of the person who wants to be killed, incinerate together, recite the spell three times, take a breath of western gold, and think of the human head falling to the ground, and the divine knife will be violently cut off the dog's head, and the name of the burned human head will fall forward and fall. If the military register is incinerated even though tens of millions of people will be lost. This is why it is the most evil technique.

Regardless of the good or evil of the spell for the time being, but at that time, the holy aunt said that when the three of them practiced the law, they also knew the benefits and disadvantages of this method, so they only forged a magic knife and hid it in the pool on the top of Tianzhu Mountain.

In this way, the three of them may be in Tianzhu Mountain at this time. It's just that An Yi ignored this point at this time, and only said that he killed Hu Mei'er, so that Hu Yong'er could not be born, which led to some kind of change.

Thinking about it like this, it is natural that you will not wait here anymore, and it is better to walk around, maybe you can bump into a few people by luck, and you can earn some "good deeds" along the way.

Although he didn't care much about this Shinto journey, he was also more concerned. It's just that after all, he is restricted by the heavenly court, and he can't call himself a god, and his income is limited. But if he is only for a little incense belief and let him live a life of hiding and hiding all day long, he is also unwilling, not to mention that he will have to leave one day, so it is better to go with the flow and do it with his hands.

Stop and go all the way, deep in the mountains and markets, and before you know it, it has entered autumn.

The autumn wind is sorrowful, the red fades and the green fades, and a touch of the morning sun penetrates the stumps, leaving a broken shadow on the ground. Chrysanthemums, some yellow-white lotus, some pink, some white and sandalwood, everywhere.

In such a clear autumn, laughter resounded on the mountain road, breaking the silence in the mountains. As far as the eye can see, men, women and children have everything, dressed differently, but it is unusual, regardless of men and women, old and young, cloth robes, and a cloth bag is tied to their arms. In the sack, there is a branch with purple-red cracked fruit hanging from the branch.

As the sun rises, the climbers walk in groups. Although most of the destinations are mountain tops, there are good mountains in the south and good mountains in the north, each of which is different.

An Yi woke up at the top of the mountain in the early morning, and when he saw such a scene, he couldn't help but be stunned: what are these people doing running up the mountain in a pile?

When there were more and more pedestrians around him and he heard people's conversations, he reacted impressively. Today...... It's the ninth day of September, the Chung Yeung Festival!

Twenty-nine is Chongyang, Tianqing wild chrysanthemum. Poor and haggard willows in the mountains, and yellow flower monsters are desolate. The oblique sun is drunk with clouds, and the south of the city is next to Duqu.

The autumn geese are in tears, and the cicadas are broken. The frost mist rock Gui is small, and Hugh will be in the past. Every year you climb high, you are not allowed to look at your hometown.

No--Xu-Wang-Hometown-Hometown!

Just when An Yi was stunned, suddenly an exclamation came, and following the reputation, I saw a woman fall to the ground, with a mountain rock on the back of her head, blood flowing, and she couldn't live.

A man and a woman beside him knelt on the ground, crying for thousands of lines, shouting "mother-in-law" and "mother-in-law".

Pushing aside the crowd that was gradually encircling the cage, he walked up to the woman and said to a panicked man and woman: "Don't panic, you let me see the old lady." ”

The man raised his head at this time, his twenty or thirty-year-old face was full of panic and grief, hearing this, a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes, and he hurriedly pulled up his wife and said to An Yi: "Ask the Taoist to save my mother, save my mother!"

An Yi nodded without saying much, squatted down and put his right hand on the back of the woman's head, and used his mana to slowly repair the wound. With his left hand, he took out the gold sore powder and gauze from the space, and when the wound on the back of the woman's head was almost healed, he sprinkled it and wrapped it.

A movement, unhurried, but has a unique charm. After a qiē was done, An Yijing took out his pen and ink, prescribed a prescription to nourish his spirits, handed it to the man who was guarding the side, and said: "Your mother is no longer in serious trouble, she was only in a coma before, and the wound is not strict. At this time, I have stopped the blood with my unique prescription, and it will be cured in a few days. However, this time the old lady was inevitably frightened, and it hurt her brain, so she still needs to make up for it, this is a prescription to calm the nerves and replenish the brain, you can take it away. ”

The man saw that his mother's face was really better, his breathing was steady, his pulse was strong, and he was grateful: "Thank you for the rescue, in Xia Yanshu, the same as the uncle." Dare to ask the name of the Taoist Changgao, today's grace, Yan Shu will never forget. ”

An Yi was surprised in his heart, he didn't expect to save someone at will, and he actually saved Yan Shu's mother, who is Yan Shu? A fierce man who can write poetry at the age of five and become an official at the age of fourteen!

However, at this time, he lost the little excitement he had when he saw a historical celebrity before, and waved his hand casually: "Yan Xiang's public words are serious, and the injury of Ling Tang is not strict, and the poor road is just a convenient action, so there is no need to do this." ”

Yan Shu looked solemn and said: "The grace of dripping water should be reciprocated by the spring." If it weren't for the Taoist today, Yan would have lost his mind, even if it was really as the Taoist said, his mother was injured, but if the treatment was delayed, I was afraid that it would be ......" Speaking of this, he regretted his face.

An Yi said: "Yan Xianggong doesn't have to be formal, the cold here is strict, so that the body is old, and the wet tide can't stand it, so you need to return home soon." ”

After being reminded by An Yi, Yan Shu also hurriedly reacted, hurriedly thanked him, greeted the entourage who stayed, and helped the old lady down the mountain with his wife and children. And insisted on inviting comfort.

An Yi looked at Yan's wife's back, was silent for a moment, and nodded.

On the way, Yan's mother has woken up, but her spirit is not big, but she can't help but pull An Yi to thank her, until she returns to Yan's house, Yan Shu settled her mother and accompanied An Yi again.

Because Yan's mother had an accident on the mountain, a lot of people came to visit during the day. In the evening, the Yan Mansion held a banquet to entertain relatives and friends.

The left and right Yan's mother is fine, and with the Double Ninth Festival, a small poetry meeting was held in this Yan Mansion. Let An Yi see the "sassy" energy of this ancient literati.

Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and at the beginning of the poem, it also revolved around the old lady's immortality, and all kinds of congratulatory auspicious words were pieced together into poems. But as the wine rises, one by one, the poor and sour talents and the boys in brocade clothes are having fun, and they don't care so much, and they begin to "hate the frosty sideburns with hardship and bitterness, and pour the new turbid wine." ”

Sitting comfortably here, looking at the talented people in the field who really don't look good, I couldn't help but laugh dumbly when I thought of "every talent must be handsome" in the TV series of later generations.

However, just as he was drinking to himself, he was unexpectedly pointed out: "An Daochang immortal figure, why don't you give a poem, let me wait for ordinary people to pay tribute." ”

An Yi followed the prestige, and saw that it was a young gentleman, his face was red, and he was drunk, obviously drunk and high, not deliberately targeted.

However, at this time, the courtyard was quiet, just because everyone knew that it was Anyi who saved Yan's mother, and the protagonist of this night's banquet and hospitality was still him. So I was waiting for him to say something for a while.

At this time, there are a lot of people in the courtyard, and the hesitation of Cheng Zhu Lixue has not yet risen, so even the eldest girl and the little daughter-in-law are present, the so-called same table, but the place in the courtyard is very large, men and women are divided into left and right to drink and feast, the male is greeted by Yan Shu, and the female is greeted by Yan's wife.

Glancing at the people in the courtyard, he turned to the scholar comfortably, shook his head and replied, "If you are poor and not good at poetry, you won't get an axe in front of you." ”

The scholar was not lightly drunk, and stumbled and said, "Dao...... Taoist ...... Joked...... Belch...... Dao Chang Immortal Wind Dao Bone ...... The Eight Extremes of the iQue Table, and the Qinglian Sword Immortal...... Li Taibai...... The wind and bones are similar, how can it be ...... Not good at poetry ......" there are also people singing next to him: "The Taoist is a fairy figure, and he will be able to be immortal in the same hall with the Taibai Immortals in the future, I dare not compare, I only hope that the Taoist will leave the immortal work, and give us the ...... to pay respect" This compliment was exported, and everyone in the field responded loudly.

This TM is completely to watch the excitement is not a big deal!

An Yi didn't express an opinion on this, and just wanted to refuse, Yan Shu came over and whispered: "Dao Chief, everyone is so interested, I'm afraid it's not easy to refuse, it is inevitable to lose interest, if Dao Chang is really not good at poetry, it is better to have Yan ghostwrite......"

"No need!" An Yi waved his hand to interrupt, glanced at the crowd in the field, was silent for a moment, and said: "Since everyone's interest is so high, it is not easy for Poor Dao to refute everyone's face, but Poor Dao is indeed not good at poetry, and I am afraid that I will be ugly today." ”

Everyone hurriedly said: "It's not ugly!" After listening to it, he also knew that it was all coaxing, so he shook his head helplessly, pondered for a while, and chanted: "Self-satisfied rest method, leisurely do not give poetry." Suddenly, it was nine days, and there were no chrysanthemum branches. "Groan, say a word of ugliness. But there are already people applauding here.

The scholar who got up first said: "But I am sorry for the growth, and I should be punished!" The Taoist chief is helpless, I am afraid that it is not the chrysanthemum branch, but me!" After speaking, he raised his head and drank the wine in the cup. Yan Shu also drank a lot at this time, and laughed: "The Taoist has a leisurely life, and he has long stopped giving poems, but today he was forced out by you, and the Taoist was still worried about everyone's interest, and he didn't say it clearly, you don't want to toast and thank you soon!"

"That's right, in Xia Zhu, a long cup. Here, a man in his thirties stood up, raised his glass, and poured it down.

There was a commotion here, and suddenly Xia's wife stood up and said to Anyi: "Dao Chief, this cousin of the concubine also wants to ask the Dao Chief to write a poem, and I hope that the Dao Chief will not be resentful...... "Where the hand was pointing, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl blushed with shame, with a look of disgust and shyness in her eyes, but she did not refute it, and her two eyes looked at An Yi timidly.

An Yi was stunned when she heard this, but she didn't look at the girl, sighed and said, "Since Mrs. has words, the poor Dao dares to disobey her fate." As soon as the words fell, he drank the wine in the cup on the table, stood up, and said:

"The sycamore is bleak and chongyang, and the yellow flowers outside the wall are cool alone.

The declining willows are cold, the cicadas are cold, and the residual moss and fallen leaves are fragrant.

Déjà vu is a thousand lines of tears, and there is nothing to do.

In the past, if the smoker is like a dream, and the new wine is replaced by sorrow......"

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