The previous peach blossom content will be modified, and the names of people and places and the plot settings will be changed or supplemented. ）

Chen Qingniu took a look at it with his heart, and he saw the knowledge of the doorway. Regardless of the quality or material, it must surpass the forged primrose drum.

In short, it must be a good thing, but how good it is, Chen Qingniu can't be sure.

At this moment, Chen Qingniu couldn't help but think of that immortal, and wondered if she had reunited with that little heavenly master now.

I don't know if the little cyan gourd on her waist is full of wine.

The young Bai Jiao looked at the face of the devil, gritted his teeth, and tried his best to squeeze out a flattering smile, stiff and superficial, and asked timidly, "Do you like 'little maid'?"

Chen Qingniu pointed to the wooden box, and the white chick pecked at the rice and said: "I named it Little Girl, it is full of colorful glass beads, it is very beautiful!"

The corners of Chen Qingniu's mouth twitched, as if he had been struck by lightning.

This thing is considered a luxury item in the secular mortal world, only the official kiln of the imperial court can be calcined, but it is a pity that it belongs to a typical human thing, and it is not beneficial to practice the way, except for the ostentatious decoration used to cover the luxury mansion, there are still some women's soft spots. The white Jiao in front of him happens to have this habit.

Chen Qingniu took a deep breath, tried to be as gentle as possible, and asked with a smile, "What was originally in that box?"

The young Bai Jiao's observation of the fire was still a little worse, and he said with great interest: "Originally, I was surrounded by dense fine needles, which were ugly to death, and on my 100th birthday, I asked my mother to help me take out those small needles and replace them with more than 20 glass beads." ”

She hesitated, snorted, a little resentful, and then waved her sleeves, slapped her swollen face and pretended to be heroic: "Since you like it, then I'll give it to you!"

She was in great distress.

It's just that my mother told her a truth since she was a child, you can't take advantage of all the cheap in the world, otherwise God will be unhappy, and God will thunder when he is unhappy, and when he thunders, he will kill those little Jiao in the lake and the python in the mountain......

According to the records of the classics, there are more than 320 kinds of sword utensils in the world, among which the purple gold gourd and the nectar bottle are the best, the peach wood core is particularly good, and all the "square inches" can be called the best.

As long as it is prefixed with the word square inch, it is the dream of all monks.

The second Zhenshan Great Array in Longhu Mountain is a square inch thunder pool, which is said to be extremely small, so small that it can be held in the palm of the hand by the Heavenly Master.

There is an unknown monk who walks in all directions, and according to legend, there is a square inch mountain in his bag, and once it is sacrificed, it is as huge as a mountain through the sky. When spreading Buddhism, for some reason, King Kong was angry, and he almost shattered most of the capital of the Song Dynasty with Fang Cun Mountain, if it weren't for the three peak monks who jointly carried down the falling mountain, otherwise it would really be a catastrophe on earth that is rare in a century.

In the major abyss dragon pools, search for and catch cockroaches, and raise them in a white bowl full of water, as for the texture of the white bowl, it is obvious that it will never be the white porcelain in the homes of ordinary people.

The abbot of Tianlong Temple is enlightened, and the place of the abbot is a small world.

At that time, King Liang drove his elite soldiers to fight to the death with the mother Jiao who could not fall off the tail, the battle of Shanghu was earth-shattering, and the crossbow of the gods shot countless arrows.

As the country's heavy weapon of the god crossbow, as big as a bed crossbow, as small as the arm crossbow, the real killer is only in that kind of crossbow arrows, the court control is very strict, each arrow is engraved with the craftsman's surname and inventory number, if there is a loss or theft, once found, the competent officials will be decided, no need to submit to the criminal department for consideration.

Lizhu is roughly divided into two kinds, one is the jewel under the jaw of the dragon, which is where the essence of the dragon gathers, such as a fruit hanging on the autumn branch, the dragon is scattered when it dies, and it is extremely difficult to preserve. Or the dragon's eyeball, which can naturally survive for a long time, has many uses, and is said to be placed in the study, which can contain the cultural context of a family and a surname, if it is ground into powder, it is not only bright, but also allows people to see things in the underworld.

Originally, it was just a small addition to this big deal, and the huge profit was far greater than the transaction itself.

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Lou boat jade, not as rich as the cherry in the distance, known for its elegance, compared with the two, such as the small jasper and everyone is next to each other, slightly inferior.

In the window position of a cabin on the top floor, there is a Confucian man in a green shirt with frosty white temples, sitting opposite the plump beauty of the green building.

The old man has a mediocre appearance, and his expression is almost wooden, like a poor Confucian student with no fame, who is old, and whether he is unable to do it or not, he still has to enter the flowers once in old age.

The woman is not the popular Qingling of the boat, because although the old Confucian successfully boarded the ship with a calligraphy, he got a better comment, and the jade side will naturally not be treated ceremoniously, and no one wants to flatter the blind man.

The Confucian scholar in the year of the sixtieth year raised his gaze slightly and looked out of the window, the window was facing the side of the cherry ship, the lights were brilliant, but it was difficult for ordinary people to see the scenery of the ship.

She just thought that this old man was unwilling, envious of the wind and snow on the ship, the Qinglou woman sneered in her heart, but her face was undiminished, when she bent down to pour wine, the poor bandeau became more and more tense invisibly, and the large piece of snow white was instantly squeezed and trembling, and the movement was appropriate, and the temptation was extreme.

The old man slowly raised his wine glass to receive the wine, and obviously saw the magnificent scenery, but his face was expressionless, completely indifferent.

Suddenly, the woman saw the boring old man in front of her smile, raised her glass high, and turned her head to face the direction of the window, like a drinker raising a glass across the table to invite.

Then the old man took the lead and drank it all.

The next moment, there was a knock on the door, the woman looked at it in surprise, it stands to reason that no one should disturb it, the old Confucian seemed to have expected it, and had already gotten up to open the door in person, the Qingling had to get up to greet him, and he was also curious about what was sacred, and he would step on this point to visit, and at the same time there was a little worry in his heart, could it be that this stereotyped old pedant, in fact, was a sanctimonious hypocrite, and actually found a brother-in-law to join forces to bully her?

She was quickly relieved, and even the corners of her mouth curled, and there were a few happy smiles from the bottom of her heart, it turned out that the uninvited guest was not only not the same age as the old man, but on the contrary, he was very handsome, only to see him with big sleeves and long robes, and a jade hanging sword at his waist, like a beautiful son who slowly walked out of the pages of those talented and beautiful novels.

The young boy lifted the wine jug he was carrying in his hand and said with a smile: "Mr. invited, the younger generation dare not disobey, bring a pot of good wine." ”

The old Confucian who was not smiling in front of the stunner in the Qinglou suddenly changed into a self-righteous elder with kind eyebrows and eyes, sat down with his sleeves in a chic manner, and stretched out his arms to signal the young man to sit down, "It's the old man who is taking the liberty of looking forward to Chen Gongzi Haihan." ”

The old man then asked the Qingling to leave the house, and when she closed the door and exited in a depressed mood, she was so frightened that she almost went out of her body, and it turned out that there was a tall gate god standing in the corridor outside the door, and she had the courage to look again, and it was actually a woman. Qingling only felt that her scalp was numb, and she walked away quickly.

There was no word in the room for a while, only the slight sound of the candle flame bursting, Chen Qingniu, who was revealed, looked calm, and after looking around, he took the initiative to ask with some curiosity: "Mr. is from the Liangwang Mansion?"

The old man nodded with a smile and said, "The old man Gao Linlian is my Liangzhou family, and now he is one of the teachers in the mansion of the vassal king, and he is just a mistaken child." In his early years, he also traveled to the Central Plains to study, and he had admired the Chen family in Runan for a long time, but he hated that he could not climb the Chen library back then. Crossing the mountains and seas without entering the building is actually one of the four regrets in the old man's life. ”

Referring to Shanhailou, one of the four major bookhouses of the dynasty, Chen Qingniu was full of pride and honor, took over the conversation, and said proudly: "My Chen's Shanhailou, the only rare book, has always been well-known overseas, which is both a good thing and a bad thing, and the bad thing is that it is not said that it is my kind of grandson, even if I am born in a long house, it is difficult to often go upstairs to read books, let alone borrow books out of the building or hold candles to read." ”

The old man thought so, and said with a smile: "When you meet a stunning beauty, you can only watch it from a distance and not blaspheme it, beauty is beautiful, after all, it is a pity." Books are put on the shelf, but in fact it is worse than a beauty entering the cold palace, a great suffering. ”

Chen Qingniu hugged his fists and said: "Mr. Gaojian, let the younger generation deaf!"

Gao Linlian, is one of the few well-educated people in Liangzhou, and was praised by the first emperor as "the first mellow Confucian of this dynasty", but although the first emperor looked down on this minister, so that Gao Linlian's Qingwang, "higher than the ministers, Dumao Hanlin", but the whole Jiarui years did not really reuse Gao Linlian, so that Gao Linlian's career was bumpy, and he was only an official to the Ministry of Rites in the year of confusion, and then he was affected by the pond fish in the party struggle, resigned and returned to his hometown, and devoted himself to note. In the end, he was invited by King Liang to enter the palace as a teacher, Gao Linlian did not disappoint, and sure enough, it didn't take five years to teach Zhu Zhenhu, a "talent who is not born in the imperial examination system". It's just that Liangzhou has been a strong place of martial arts and martial arts since ancient times, and no matter how good the moral article is, it is not popular, resulting in flowers in the wall and incense outside the wall.

On the way home, Zhu Zhenying, who studied under another literary master, originally mentioned this mellow Confucian in the world to Chen Qingniu several times, but in his words, the county lord who sat on a different hill only admitted that Master Gao was knowledgeable and commented on it, but frankly admitted that it was up to discussion, which should be due to the "different ways" between her mentor Pang Bing and Gao Linlian.

Chen Qingniu really cares about this old scholar, or the appearance of the little prince Zhu Zhenye, affected by it, Chen Qingniu also has a bit of prejudice against Gao Linlian, Mrs. Fan, who has been in the market for many years, and Wang Jiao, a martial fetus who has been reincarnated nine times, have inadvertently expressed similar feelings: The quality of the literati in the world has no inevitable relationship with the depth of knowledge.

At this moment, Chen Qingniu is more jealous, the powerful Dong family was wiped out, he is the culprit, the so-called time and transit is not human, what the common people and the monks who live a long life see in the eyes of the people is a completely different scene.

Pang Fengxiao, the waiter of the Ministry of Rites who rescued Dong Qingnang, was born in the Jisui School Palace, where "the world's reading seeds are all in my one-third of an acre", and Gao Linlian has such a big Qingwang of the government and the opposition, who can guarantee that Pang Fengyan and Gao Linlian are not worldly friends? Maybe Pang Fengyan will even implore Gao Linlian to investigate this matter on his behalf. You must know that Gao Linlian is by no means a weak scholar who is powerless, otherwise he would not have taken the initiative to invite Chen Qingniu to come here for a banquet.

The cautious Chen Qingniu is willing to grind time, and the old master who boarded the Qinglou Flower Boat for the first time in his life obviously does not have that leisure.

The old Confucian was in a leisurely manner, leaned his elbows against the table, took a sip of wine, and asked with a smile: "Dare to ask Chen Gongzi, what did you do when you came to the palace? Do you want to be the son-in-law of the dignified vassal king, or do you want to settle some grudges on the battlefield?"

Chen Qingniu's face remained unchanged, "Spending the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain is inconsistent with Mr.'s identity as a sage." ”

Gao Linlian laughed heartily, put down the wine glass, sat up straight, stretched out his hand and pointed in the air, and sneered: "You kid is not honest, that Runan Chen family is one of the few high-ranking families in my dynasty who abides by the family rule of 'my descendants, don't get involved in mountain affairs, and don't do the world', but you are quite shallow in cultivation, and you also claim to be the grandson of the house, isn't it a strange thing?"

Chen Qingniu's face was as usual, and he replied: "It's not a secret, when I was young, I studied in all directions, and unfortunately fell off a cliff, who expected to be blessed by misfortune and saved by the world's masters, not only taught me peerless martial arts, but also instilled my lifelong cultivation into me......"

Gao Linlian looked strange, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, he shook his head like self-deprecation, bent down and picked up chopsticks, as if he was going to clip a green shrimp drunk with rice wine, a bowl of green shrimp the size of a fingernail in a drunken bowl, some still struggling to move, a bowl of white shrimp green, so the name "Qingbai", probably the most elegant name among all the dishes in Liangzhou.

The boat shook violently, as if it was slapped by a dragon jumping into the water in the lake.

It turned out that Xie Shiji twisted his waist and stomped his feet outside the house, and broke through the wall in an instant, and the head of the spear was between the two.

Bite!

The sound of gold and stone shook loudly, and if the god of heaven would ring the Wanjun bell with a hammer in his hand, it would pierce people's eardrums.

Chen Qingniu stood still, his hands were sleeved, only the sideburns and hair moved without wind, revealing the heavenly opportunity, and he smiled at the elderly Confucian scholar across the table.

In the literary world hidden in the Liangwang Mansion, the pair of chopsticks held in the thin right hand were put together, and they did not go to the bowl to get drunk shrimp, but pointed straight at the center of Chen Qingniu's forehead and eyebrows, but the tip of the chopsticks was blocked by Xie Shiji's spearhead, and it was difficult to move forward.

The old man in the green shirt made a sword with chopsticks, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal.

The rosewood top was cracked, like a spider web.

Even the sturdy pillars behind the two of them made a burst of bursting sounds after being overwhelmed, crackling, and soybeans exploding in the oil pot, the sound was not loud, but it did not stop.

Presumably, many of the objects in the house, no matter how big or small, are almost completely shattered inside.

This is exactly the reason why Gao Lin's chopsticks sword was blocked, and the sharp sword qi splashed around!