Great Sui Guoshi

"There are different opinions, whether it is true or not, let alone, since he is a well-educated person, the eldest son might as well recruit him here, even if he can't enter the court, it is good for the prime minister to get the name of recruiting wise men."

The two are also teachers and friends, Yang Yong naturally would not refuse such a thing that can help his father.

"I think so too. My father's uncle Yang Su is good at martial arts and Taoism, and he is even more skilled in military affairs. It can be said that he is both civil and military. If he recruits another expert to assist him, he will be even more powerful."

A group of literati and elegant guests around echoed.

"What the eldest son said is true." "This is the truth, the prime minister must value the eldest son even more!"

"Haha, the prime minister's reputation is getting stronger and stronger!!"

In the rush of words, a small face poked out from the side of the hall door and looked in. The young man rushed over while everyone was talking, dragged the framed painting on the ground and ran outside.

Seeing that he was a young man, the servant did not dare to chase after him. Yang Yong reacted, lifted the hem of his robe, and chased after him.

"Ah Cheng (chuang), put that painting down!"

Hearing this sound, the boy stepped faster, dragged the framed painting around a corner, ran to the atrium, turned his head and laughed loudly at Yang Yong who was chasing him.

"Yang Yong, Yang Yong, brave but not scheming!"

"you--"

An extremely angry Yang Yong stomped his feet and yelled: "Yang Guang!! Stop for me, be careful I will beat your ass to death!!"

He took a step and turned around, ran to the lawn of the flower garden, took a shortcut to catch the boy, chased and fled, the maids and servants in the past ran away in panic, causing chickens to jump around.

At the end of the long corridor, at this time, two figures came walking fast and fast. They were originally talking, but when they heard the movement here, the figure walking in front swept away their eyes and shouted violently: "How decent are you two brothers?" !!"

Chapter 136 Interweaving

"Father!"

"father….."

The two brothers who were chasing stopped immediately. Seeing the tall figure coming from the long corridor, the young boy rolled his eyes and dragged the mounted picture. Just as the elder brother bowed his hands, he suddenly ran into the eaves of the corridor and greeted him. man.

"father!"

Shouting obediently, the boy hastily lifted up the painting in his hand, straightened his not-so-high body, and showed the painting to his father.

"Father, my elder brother got a painting and wants to recruit a tribute from Nanchen. If I don't want to tell you, I'll snatch it!"

"You….."

The big hand was taking the scroll and handing it to the clan brother behind him. The man was not more than forty years old, with a white beard and beard, but his aura was rare for ordinary people. He patted his son on the head.

"Don't embarrass your brother, go play."

Yang Guang said "Oh", turned around obediently, and before leaving, he pulled the bag under his eye, rolled his eyes, made a grimace, and ran away to his respectful elder brother.

Looking at his younger brother who ran away, Yang Yong didn't feel like having a fit. When he saw Yang Jian approaching, he called out respectfully.

"Father."

"Don't recite poems and paint pictures all day long. There are many affairs at home. If you have nothing to do, share some for your mother."

Yang Jian pressed his son's shoulder and whispered to the other's ear.

"Now the Yang family is standing on a single log. Whether you are advancing or retreating, you have to watch and learn. If my father sees you fooling around with those literati who only know how to recite poems and ink, you will be banned for half a year." door!"

"…..yes."

Yang Yong hastily lowered his head, and out of his corner of his vision, a figure in a red-backed black-collared official robe passed by, and he breathed a sigh of relief when the sound of footsteps went away to the corner of the corridor eaves.

Remembering that there was a group of scribes gathering in the side yard, he hesitated for a while and walked over there.

"Oh, it's just a pity for that painting."

At the turning point in Langyuan, the two people who were walking forward one after the other said that they were back to business.

"Now that the king is coming to Beijing, what do you think, brother?"

"What do you think? Originally erected a Northern Zhou royal family to comfort the hearts of these people, but your side..."

"It's my brother's fault."

Following Yang Jian, the man holding the painting scroll wore a white-patterned robe, covered with a blue shirt, and his short beard trembled slightly. He said:

"The original plan was correct, but when my younger brother passed by, Yu Wentuo had already been taken away first, and no one else knew about this matter... Alas, I can only say that the tricks have been exhausted, but the sky does not make people proud."

As the two of them walked, the maidservants and servants who passed by stepped back to the sides one after another, not daring to raise their heads.

"Hehe, Yang Su, are you blaming the sky?"

Yang Jian on the front side stopped, his jade pendant was slightly swayed at the waist, he looked at the courtyard scenery, and turned his face slightly.

"Listen, Xia Chan is about to start screaming again."

Yang Su was stunned for a moment, then understood the meaning and nodded: "Brother wants those 'cicadas' to call first."

On a tree in the courtyard, a newborn cicada spread its wings and its abdomen shook.

know...know...

"Yes, those kings of the Northern Zhou Dynasty came to Beijing, don't let them call first..."

Yang Jian flicked the crown belt hanging on his chest and shoulders, "...how can we get rid of them for reasons? We won't lose a Yu Wentuo, and we are just this single-plank bridge, right? Madam said, this is the way to ride a tiger. Potential, yes, you can’t get off if you ride on it!”

Yang Su behind him laughed.

Afterwards, the two chatted about some things. When it came to Yang Guang and Yang Yong, they naturally referred to the painting scroll just now. Yang Su unfolded the painting. The depth of the person.

In front of his elder brother, he gave a word of approval.

"It's no wonder the eldest son wants to recruit. This person's painting is different from others."

"So, Chu Dao also admires this painting as a scholar?"

Yang Su didn't answer immediately, his eyes moved down, and a gleam flashed in his eyes at the handwriting below the scroll.

"Brother, I'm afraid this person should pay attention. Lu Liangsheng... When I went to He Liangzhou as my younger brother, I heard the name of this person. He angrily smashed the Chengyun Palace of Emperor Nanchen. He is a magician."

Hearing this, Yang Jian finally got a little interested, took the scroll with a smile on his face, looked at it, and asked:

"How does that compare to Chudao?"

"Haha, what did brother say..."

Yang Su laughed, and the words in his mouth were also unclear.

"You have to compare to know."

Over there, Yang Jian, who was not very interested in calligraphy and painting, handed over the scroll, not seeming to care about his brother's tone, and waved his hand for him to follow and go to the study.

"It's just a scholar. It may be exaggerated to spread rumors. Instead of looking around to find the other party's whereabouts, it's better to do what you and I are doing right now."

There was a pause in his words, his eyes were serious, he glanced at the guards guarding the study room, and turned his head to look at the room.

"Shu De, have you come back?"

The guards on both sides folded their hands and bowed their heads, and one of them replied: "Li Yuan came here once today, saying that he is on vacation and wants to rest for two days."

"This child."

Yang Jian snorted, but was not angry, let the guard open the door and walked in. The study room was spotless, books, pens, inks, papers and inkstones were neatly arranged on the bookshelves and the long case, and it could be seen that the other party had cleaned the place for a while when he left. back.

"Forget it, let him go."

Just smiled, and continued to discuss political affairs with his clan brother.

Know….

...know...know...

Xia Chan neighed one after another outside the window, and the Lu Liangsheng they had mentioned before was hundreds of miles west of Chang'an.

The brown and yellow mountains mixed with green fields stretch.

know...know...

The sound of cicadas came from a distance, and Lu Liangsheng sat cross-legged against the sunlight, silently chanting the mantra of the righteous way of heaven and earth, beads of sweat hung on his forehead, and his drooping temple hair was wet and pressed tightly to his forehead.

The four corners of the formation, the burning gold, have faded most of their colors; the rootless flowering trees are gradually withering; the cold water has warmed up; the pearl-bearing soil has turned white.

The linked array pattern, the scholar can feel that it is different from the accumulation of cultivation base, on the contrary, it is a kind of naturally derived converging feeling, seemingly calm, but actually forms a strange vortex in his body, from the previous He Liangzhou. From inside experience.

What I saw was a nebula slowly forming, and then turning slowly, as if it was gestating something.

……

"Master Toad, how long are you going to sit, Young Master?"

Nie Honglian held up the "cattail fan" woven with branches and shook it lightly. At the side, Taoist Toad, who was lying on the stone, scratched his itchy cheek comfortably, and moved the corners of his mouth with a sleepy "uh", and turned sideways with his arms around his fins. Go to the other side.

He opened a toad eye and looked at it, then closed it again.

"At least two days, as long as four or five days. This is just the basis for him to tie the golden core. Whether he can forge the golden core in the future depends on his good fortune."

Hearing the chirping of cicadas, Taoist Toad stretched out his limbs, stretched his frog webs, and let out a long yawn.

"That's all the old man has done."

The gentle breeze brings coolness, and the old donkey who is gnawing on the grass occasionally raises his head, twists his buttocks vigorously, and sticks out his tongue to lick a few times.

When the sun shines, there are reflections of dark thin scales.

Chapter 137 Downhill

The sun is warm, and the dense branches are shone. When the mountain wind blows, the branches and leaves are swaying. Looking up from the bottom, the gaps are like countless stars twinkling.

The bird that stayed on the branch shook its feathers, croaked twice, and jumped down. The old donkey, who buried his head in eating the grass, raised his head slightly, turned his head and glanced at the back, the bird that was staying, threw its tail and threw it away. Drive away, and leisurely step forward to the next pinch of tender grass.

Occasionally, I look at the owner in the vast space, and the sleepy toad under the shade of the old pine.

Taoist Toad slept comfortably, sat up, raised the webbed forelimbs high, and stretched them vigorously. After a while, he swayed over with the webbed on his back to look at the magic circle.

"It's going pretty well."

He leaned over to look at the golden stone that looked like it was burning, and went around to check other refining objects. Then he nodded in satisfaction, and turned his face to Hong Lian who was holding the 'leaf fan'.

"Little female ghost, you boil the water."

After saying that, with his white belly sticking out, he walked to the cave with his flippers on his shoulders, and waved his fins: "Open!"

The stone door fell, almost half an inch against the toad's belly, and when it landed in front of the flippers, there was a bang, and the short jacket fluttered around.

Toad jumped onto the stone gate with a blank face, and walked into the cave with a clatter of flippers. Toad's eyes scanned the surroundings of the cave, and it muttered loudly.

"What should I eat..."

Pushing up his buttocks, he quickly pawed on the 'Baoshan' with his two webs, looked at the porcelain bottle of medicine in the webs, threw it aside, and threw all kinds of classics and magic weapons behind him one by one.

"Strange, the old man remembers that he once put an egg for supper."

Toad rubbed its chin, jumped up to the 'Baoshan' and searched for a while. After a long time, it sat down with its double webbed on its legs, and its eyes showed doubts.

"...Have you eaten it before?"

Goo...

With a growl in his stomach, Taoist Toad sighed, got up and found a few bottles, piled them in his arms, and staggered outside.

puff puff puff...

The small pot was boiling, and Toad watched the female ghost remove the lid, stirred it with a long spoon, took a deep breath of rice fragrance, and opened the bottles and jars in his arms.

"Master Toad, what are you holding?"

Hong Lian looked over curiously, and saw many weird-looking things coming from the mouth of each bottle, some were like pills, some were densely packed with small particles, and there were fruits with several horns.

"Of course it's food, I don't know."

The sound of boiling water churned the rice grains, while the steam was steaming, Taoist Toad found a small apron from the closet and tied it on, poured a few small grains into it, splashing small splashes of water.

"This is made of hemp vines, which can make the taste crisp and numb. The old man is an expert in eating..."

"The old man has saved a lot of good things over the years!"

"Mostly on top of the food?"