Zhu Hongying asked: "Immortal Master Chen, can you open up to the old Song Net? Although this guy is domineering, he has absolutely no possibility of collaborating with the enemy and treason. ”

Without waiting for Chen Qingniu to answer, Zhu Hongying suddenly laughed at himself: "Old Song is Song Fengfan, and I have been used to calling Old Song all these years...... He was the titular master of the Great Sui Assassin. ”

Chen Qingniu waved his hand and said: "Since this is the case, let the prince dispose of it, and I, an outsider, should not meddle in this matter." ”

Zhu Hongying breathed a sigh of relief.

Once this Qing'e Mountain Immortal Master does not give up, Zhu Hongying will be in a dilemma. That Song Fengfan has been in the northwest border Guan Rongma for 20 years, and he has always been working hard for Zhu Hongying, and has made countless military achievements, and even his youngest son Song Mengxiong was thrown to the battlefield outside the border and became a harrier scout.

Chen Qingniu also said: "By the way, Lord Wang, that Korean Pan ......"

Zhu Hongying was so mentally minded, and laughed and said: "This king will naturally take care of this general who strikes Yuan, in fact, Han Pan not only has the talent of generals, but also the talent of generals, this king is only because he was short-tempered back then, and annoyed several old military leaders, so he deliberately hid it outside Liangzhou City, and this time he should be promoted early." ”

Chen Qingniu's face was stunned.

Later, Zhu Hongying heard that his daughter was drinking tea with someone on the third floor, and she was still drinking the most famous "red sleeve tea" of the Chanjuan Lou boat.

Xie Shiji and Mr. He stood outside the door, one left and one right.

A man and a woman with a huge age difference are the purest martial artists in the world, their eyes do not squint, and their breath is as long as a river.

When Chen Qingniu and Zhu Hongying walked into the tearoom side by side, the girl's school book first brightened, and then quickly dimmed and became dull.

Eating in the Qinglou, who doesn't practice a pair of fiery eyes? A plain belt is tied around the waist, there is no gold and no jade, and the texture of the clothes is relatively expensive Xishu silk, but in Liangzhou City, where there are many wealthy gentry and rich families, especially the rich people who can appear above the Red Mansion Chanjuan, it is not conspicuous at all. In the eyes of the popular Qing Qi who is accustomed to the world, this man with a good temperament is limited to his outstanding temperament, and his family background is not estimated to be thick, either he is a powerful officialdom, or a former rich man from a middle-aged family, but among the guests of the Red Mansion, it is precisely these seemingly majestic civil officials who are the least valuable.

She is still like this, and the rest of the shallow Qing'er can't see any new tricks.

It's just that these women didn't notice that when the man entered the tea room, the faces of the general Han Pan and his robe had turned pale, and the latter was about to get up and salute in embarrassment, but Han Pan grabbed him, pulled him back into place, and held it down.

I saw that the uninvited guest stretched out his hand and pressed downward, and said with a smile: "I and Chen Gongzi are old friends, I never wanted to meet on this Chanjuan, I couldn't drink the wine, this tea can't be missed anymore." ”

The Qing'er who was glued to Mr. Hong's side covered his mouth and smiled, a little can't help laughing, this guy in front of him doesn't treat himself as a guest too much, he has a big shelf and a big tone.

The county lord of Anyang, who was originally talking and laughing, was like a mouse seeing a cat, and was suddenly beaten back to his original form, and bent down to get the teacup sickly.

Zhu Hongying naturally sat beside his daughter and glanced at her obliquely without a trace.

Zhu Zhenying looked at her nose and nose, sat upright, raised her glass and drank tea, but she refused to put down the cup, a cup of tea, and gave her a large tank of water.

Nan Yan, who has been in charge of making tea herself, was the first smart person to feel the strange atmosphere, but she only felt a little strange and did not think deeply.

She wouldn't have thought that a vassal king and a county lord were sitting beside her and drinking tea leisurely.

Han Pan looked at Chen Qingniu cautiously, and asked whether it was appropriate for him to be disrespectful and immovable.

Chen Qingniu nodded.

Zhu Hongying, the king of the domain, went downstairs to drink tea on this temporary basis, belonging to the real white dragon fish suit, for so many years, the man with the waist and jade of the python waist has probably been tired of the seemingly lively stars and the moon for a long time, and it is rare to have a quiet ear, and he definitely does not want Han Pan to reveal his identity, and he also owes this general who is clever and interesting, if he is as honest and upright as the robe, he is destined to spoil the scenery.

Drinking tea and chatting, the world is from south to north, without scruples, and it is not too fast.

In the face of the proud disciple of the Confucian sage of the county lord of Anyang, he still does not fall behind, and it seems to be a loft in the air.

Whenever Zhu Hongying heard the subtleties, he gently patted his knees with his palms.

Zhu Zhenying is knowledgeable, and Mr. Hong is knowledgeable.

There is a natural gap between the wealthy lords of the world and the Hanmen clan, and the latter can often only find another way to win in danger.

Moreover, every time the latter gets a book, he will inevitably regard it as a treasure, and he will surely read and study it again and again, day after day, year after year. On the contrary, the children of Gaomen, who often have a collection of thousands of books in the library, have lacked rare feelings for the books at their fingertips since childhood, except for the more than a dozen fundamental classics of Confucianism, most of the rest of the books are selected according to their interests and hobbies, and they can easily read thousands of books, how can they be willing to sink their hearts to read those one or two hand-me-down classics.

The two talked about the enemy, the most hearty and amazing thing was that Mr. Hong took the lead in winning "Zhu Gongzi" on an issue, and after the exchange of positions, Hong ruled Zhu Li, Zhu ruled Hong Li, but Mr. Hong still won in one fell swoop.

Zhu Zhenying, who was rarely defeated, was a little stunned and aggrieved, biting her lip, clenching her fists, and lowering her head.

Previously, Mr. Hong talked about the sharpness of the edge, like a fierce general, and the edge was exposed.

At this time, the topic was put away, and Mr. Hong slowly tasted tea, which was gentle and elegant, and a humble gentleman.

Don't say that it is the painting boat girls' school book who is already in the autumn waves, and it is Nanyan, the female foreman of the, sitting next to the gentleman, there is a spontaneous self-ashamed appearance, and a little admiration that is about to move.

As for the Qingqi'er beside Mr. Hong, his eyes were stupid.

There is no feast in the world.

Maybe it's the Chen Gongzi of the Chen family in Runan who embroidered the pillow, and at the previous banquet, Mr. Hong has been collecting that full of talent and disdainful of expressing it.

It wasn't until Zhu Gongzi, who had the power of a war, appeared, that Mr. Hong was able to reveal his talents and learning, or far-sighted, deafening, or self-explanatory, which was really amazing.

If you say that Zhu Gongzi, a local in Liangzhou, is the foil of the second half of the green leaf, he can finally sit on an equal footing. Then Runan Chen Gongzi was even more miserable, but he was a stepping stone in the first half, and he didn't even have a chance to show his head.

It is impossible for Zhu Hongying, who has heavy military affairs, to spend his time in Lou Chuan all the time, just because Song Fengfan harbored the Grandmaster Assassin, he needs to personally intervene in the espionage affairs of Chunshui Pavilion, which is simply a provocation that happens under his nose.

When Zhu Hongying got up to say goodbye, Chen Qingniu threw a look at Han Pan, who had the courage to follow and get up, and pulled the robe with a little soft legs.

It's just that for some reason, when Han Pan's eyes signaled to Mr. Hong, the scholar who is good at sophistry and clever thinking deliberately pretended to be confused, and after seeing Han Pan's anxious look on his face, he shook his head lightly, as if to say that I have understood, but I will not change my original intention.

Zhu Hongying also turned a blind eye to this and left the tea room.

Han Pan and Pao Ze silently followed behind the vassal king, until Zhu Hongying walked to the first floor, then turned around and said with a smile: "You don't need to send this king, you wait for the friend surnamed Hong." ”

The two Xiliang generals hugged their fists and received their lives, and they were very excited.

On the bow of the fourth floor, Chen Qingniu and Zhu Zhenying stood side by side, and after seeing Mr. Hong get off the boat, he separated from his two friends at the small ferry port and walked along the shore of the lake alone, and his figure was getting farther and farther away.

Chen Qingniu smiled and asked, "Is this a hermit master?" Will King Liang fall in love with him at first sight?"

Zhu Zhenying smiled, no longer had a depressed look on his face before, and his eyes were playful: "This poor scholar in a green shirt, surnamed Hong Lingyun, is a Hanshi in Liangzhou, talented and learned, and is a disciple of Li Yuanzhong, the master of science, advocating 'sitting silently and clearing the heart, recognizing the principles of heaven', he became famous for the first time, because his teacher Li Yuanzhong once sat with the monks of the medicine collection temple and discussed, Hong Lingyun inadvertently said the words 'don't ask for anything outward', so that the monks were impressed, and said to Hong Lingyun, the donor has my Buddhist Huigen. Once again, he was named in Liangzhou, and it was recognized that Hong Lingyun, who was expected to enter the palace examination in the imperial examination, even gave up the township examination, just because he depended on his mother who was already old, and did not want to go to Beijing to catch the examination, but only wanted to serve wholeheartedly in front of his mother, and won the praise of many Confucian gentlemen in the Suzaku Dynasty, and was known as 'the man of my generation'. The third is Hong Lingyun's humble nature, like to sit quietly, with the motto of "light wind and moon, quiet weather", according to legend, when studying under Li Yuanzhong, the school house was on fire, and everyone fled in chaos, only Hong Lingyun picked up the lamp to read at night, did not move at all, after Li Yuanzhong heard it, he stroked his beard and praised, "can pass the mantle". ”

Chen Qingniu sighed: "Amazing." ”

Zhu Zhenying sneered: "A Han scholar was born, and the means of raising hope in the opposition are quite skillful! Either he is a pedantic 'mellow Confucian' who reads stereotypes, or he is a hypocrite who is good at selling his reputation and reputation. In the former, my father will not be over-promoted, Xiliang has always had many wars, and there is no need to raise royal literati to sing praises of virtue. If it's the latter, even if it's appointed, it won't be reused, in case a white-eyed wolf is raised......"

Chen Qingniu asked, "Your father can also see it?"

Zhu Zhenying smiled happily: "Except for me, almost no one knows that although my father is known as a Confucian general, in fact, he hates Qing Tan the most in his life.

Chen Qingniu said regretfully: "Mr. Hong has worked so hard to open the peacock screen, it's very hard." ”

Zhu Zhenying sneered: "It's not as hurtful as you." ”

Chen Qingniu pursed his lips, and sighed for no reason: "As soon as you enter the Houmen, it is as deep as the sea, but it is not just the height of the wall. ”

Zhu Zhenying had a charming appearance and was about to speak.

Chen Qingniu looked at her, said something earth-shattering, and asked without warning: "Zhu Zhenying, you haven't thought about it, why did you fall in love with me at first sight?

Zhu Zhenying was shocked, stunned, ashamed, afraid, and painful, and finally only left at a loss.

Chen Qingniu's face was gloomy, his fingers in his sleeves quickly pinched the trick, and he silently recited the mantra in his heart, and finally ended with a fixed word.

"Definitely!"

As his soft drink sounded in his ears, for Zhu Zhenying, that moment rolled into his ears like thunder.

The body shook violently.

This is a secret to meditation, to meditate when the mind is anxious, to help enter the realm of sitting and forgetting.

Chen Qingniu is also a dead horse as a live horse doctor.

As the old saying goes, wisdom must hurt, and Zhu Zhenying, a reading seed with a natural wisdom, is more likely to think too much and hurt his body and mind.

For the soul, Taoism has the art of detaining the soul since ancient times, Buddhism has the method of transcendence, the two have the difference between "coming and going", and the soldier has a unique skill of refining the soul, and the sons of the world have hundreds of schools, each with supernatural secret techniques, countless.

The yang energy of people is gradually lost with old age, sickness and decay, and it is generally difficult to reverse, and the divine lamp three feet above the head will also tend to be extinguished little by little, and it can no longer protect the yin wind and evil between heaven and earth.

The wind blows vigorously, and life is like a slender grass, fragile.

Chen Qingniu wiped the sweat from her forehead and looked at the woman whose eyes were gradually regaining their brilliance, "Fortunately, we both have shit luck." ”

Zhu Zhenying has not fully recovered his soul, but fortunately, the amplitude of his soul swaying has gradually decreased.

Someone refines Zhu Zhenying's soul with a secret method, but it belongs to the dojo in the snail shell, similar to a nuclear carving, but the big stroke is extremely fine, in Zhu Zhenying's sea of knowledge, planted a seed, just waiting for a certain opportunity, to induce it to break the ground and grow.

This supernatural seed will follow the flow of Zhu Zhenying's qi and blood, and wander in the meridians of the major acupoints.

Chen Qingniu was in the courtyard of Yuanjiapu at that time, and he possessed the seed with a wisp of subtle true qi, because the seed itself needed to absorb external essence and spirit all year round, so as to maintain the stability of the soul, and the existence of that subtle true qi did not cause a backlash.

Since then, Chen Qingniu has always been paying attention to the trajectory of the seeds, in order to find some kind of law, to find a steady and gradual way, first guide it to an inconsequential trick, and then at the cost of destroying this trick, Chen Qingniu forcibly broke it and took it out.

This meditation technique is like the "anchor" of the wisp of qi attached to that seed by Chen Qingniu, after anchoring, that seed has to stop suddenly, and it is bound to struggle desperately, just like a flat boat spinning wildly in the sea of air.

The shaking of these ripples in the sea of qi will inevitably affect Zhu Zhenying's divine sense, and there will be damage.

But if the seeds are not taken out, sooner or later, Zhu Zhenying will become someone's puppet and be at the mercy of others.

It is already a sad thing that people can't help themselves in the rivers and lakes. How terrible is it to go further, and you can't help yourself, and you don't know it?

Chen Qingniu waved his sleeves lightly.

Xie Shiji was in a solemn mood, and he stopped talking, Chen Qingniu said helplessly: "I'm a little anxious." That one...... Don't get in the way. ”

Immediately, Chen Qingniu sighed with emotion: "There's no way, if I don't help her solve this stubble, my mind will be difficult to calm down, and it will not be conducive to cultivation." ”

Xie Shiji was puzzled: "The soldiers are killed, the most important is brave and diligent, indomitable, a little knot, not hindering ...... at all"

Chen Qingniu, who was exposed on the spot, blushed slightly, jumped up in annoyance, slapped her head on the nine-foot-tall one, and said, "Be cautious!

The corners of Xie Shiji's mouth moved slightly, and he stopped talking.

Chen Qingniu looked at Shanghu Lake and said to himself: "No matter what, it's time to go to the border pass to walk through the battlefield, and if you don't find a shortcut for the soldiers to temper their physique and strengthen their souls, just my family background, not to mention supporting the gluttony at the bottom of the mountain, it is not easy to survive until the summer." ”