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All living beings are good and evil in one place, drink in one place, fight in one place, and turn into a cloud of ashes in one place.

Zhou Tan followed the white horse along the Yinzhou border to pick up horse hair. The soft white hair was piled up in a silk bag, and it seemed that it could be made into a brush.

He Lianyun's tall horse was lying on the side, obediently squinting his round eyes to bask in the sun, his fur seemed to be oiled, lying like a sunset melting gold.

The sun is always good, and it is tolerant and kind to the world, and he will be sleepy in the sun. He wraps up on the side of the horse, puts his head on the horse's sunken back, and it looks like the water is flowing again. Get up, and finally get wrapped up in thick clothes and walk.

Rumors are worse than seeing it in person. The vegetation in the north is thin, neither tall nor thick, but the growth is good. Thousands of miles of grassland spread from Nanyan Pass, wrapped in Liangzhou green and rolling towards Yinzhou.Although plowing the fields is difficult, there are also broken frozen soils, but the spring breeze has become a lie.

There are scattered crooked cultivated fields on both sides of the road, and the workers are carrying hoes to chisel the broken ice in the ground to test the slightest possibility of melting ice and snow.

Some ice was shattered, sparking a series of cheers.The people who came back and forth were carrying shovels and carrying frames, their faces were sweating, and they were shouting enthusiastically.

The southern and northern sounds are mixed together, but no noise can be heard.

There are a lot of people who play with rhythm in this Yinzhou, and you can listen to the sound of stringed pipes in the halls and alleys. It is not clear whether the state capital got its name from this, or it is because of the state capital name that it has blown up the so-called elegance for a while. gas.

Zhou Tan leaned on the pavilion to listen to the wind and moon, took off the bell on his fan and replaced it with a long strip of red and purple tassels, and put on a short robe with green bamboo patterns on the sleeves.

There are many stories in the storybook, ranging from battlefield events to rivers and lakes mysteries, castanets mixed with the strings of singing songs, and the jumble of them all sounded in their own way.

There are monks who are like the Jianghu sect drinking under the stage. Although there are many taboos in the Southern Buddhist School, the Jianghu is a muddy mess.

It turned into a cloud of ashes in one place again, you piled up with me, how can there be any rules, discipline, sex, and money.

"Yun Laochan, come to drink again?"

"You must be drunk, you must be drunk." Yun Shu walked against the flow of people, chanting indistinctly.Half-worn monk robes were scribbled on, and the smell of alcohol wafted layer upon layer.

Zhou Tan sniffed the waves carefully in the wind, first keenly grasped half a trace of the aftertaste of Po Yuejiu, and then the fragrance of Never Night Hou lingered like a cloud in an instant.He shook the residual tea at the bottom of the cup and sighed silently: "It's really the same name but different fate."

Wine making is a skill, season and ingredients are important.Zhou Langjun knows a lot, but he is under the eaves, how can he not bow his head, forbid drinking, and dare not make trouble with his pride.

Marquis Pingliang secretly buried half a jar of aged osmanthus wine under the window, and his secret scheme was so hyped. This man patted his chest and claimed that he had hidden the wine in the middle tent for more than ten years, and he had never been caught.

But before the leader went to dig as promised, he was kicked to Yinzhou Camp to work as a coolie.

Zhou Tan took Qingming to dig all over the house, only to find a pile of broken porcelain pieces that were almost weathered after a long time.

He faced the majesty with an indifferent face, supported his tired back, and stepped on a pile of rootless flowers and trees: "People say that digging a well in the north is difficult, I think, give it a try."

He Lianyun thought for a moment, this wind is probably afraid of the person in front of him, and he wants to change it to broad daylight.

If you break your sleep, you will not be sealed at night.This strong tea breaks sleep, but strong wine makes people fall asleep.With an unclear name, Buyehou wine travels from place to place to go to the wine table, and there are always many people chasing after drinking it out of curiosity.

The desks of princes and nobles are piled up with real gold and silver, drinking wine, and talking about romance and coveted ostentation.

Only this monk has enough financial resources.Turning the silver spoon, Zhou Tan cut out a series of holes in the tea cake, and his mind turned quickly.

"Xiao Er." He called out, "Please invite that eminent monk to come and see you."

"Hey, just wait." The silver ticket and gold beads were thrown casually, and the waiter who was tossing a sweat towel caught them. At the table, he took a sweat towel and threw it on the bald man: "Old Chan Yun, the gentleman above is calling you."

Yun Shu shook his face and looked up slowly, with the unswallowed Bu Ye Hou in his mouth, he was stunned for a long time after the sound of the crowd.

"Form is emptiness, and form is emptiness." He opened his mouth and began to read, and indistinctly scraped out from his mind the text of Nanfo Qingwen that he might have been stingy to read for more than ten years.

It was the figure of a man, separated by the hanging curtain, his muscles and bones were erect, but it made people want to describe it with vivid colors and fragrances.

His complexion was so clear that even his pupils were so clear, it should be a piece of white jade that was clean to the inside, but when he was torn apart by the dazed mind, he was caught by a sudden spiritual light and instantly flowed into a river of blood that covered the sun.

There is also the sound of music in the Yinzhou camp.Bodhi threw away the sugar man's stall and went to play the pipa instead. The five strings blared so loudly that the sky was torn apart. He wanted to say it was a ghost crying, but he was afraid it would pollute the ghost.

He Lianyun closed his right ear and listened to the words in the tent with his left ear, Ahutai opened the tent and entered, put down the heavy iron knife and kowtowed at him.

He didn't wear any armor on his right arm, and the pattern was written on the strong muscle of Chitan with a stylus pen, almost growing into the flesh.

The reins of the Twelve Divisions have been held in the hands of He Lianjun for several years, and Yu Wei is still there when he is gone. The original thirteen divisions that have not yet been divided are drawn on the map. He Lianyu holds a candle to reflect the poor hair curled up in the horns In the first part, the soft drape of the rich purple made her exude some unusual warmth.

The visitor was still angry, and asked, "Why is the majesty so tolerant? The group of vultures who smell blood and go crazy and bite are not forgiving. Twenty years ago, the twelve divisions were divided Those pastures have fed them, but what about now?"

He swallowed a bad breath, but still felt that it was not enough: "Not to mention the present, the blood from Liangzhou five years ago has not yet dried up."

"Yanshan Pass has always been the bottom line. If you go too far, you should fight back." He Lianyu responded to him first, with a flat expression: "I remember the blood in Liangzhou better than the general. It's only a few years of recuperation. The general is begging for food." Young people who are not full, go raise the battle flag."

Ahutai stopped immediately, and said straight-heartedly with a bit of sourness: "It's just this insult, the king's heart is lenient, I can't bear it."

"What's the bullying in face? It's a pleasure to listen to the dog barking for a long time." She sneered and went to pick up the candle, a line of profile fell silent, and the noble silk was slowly gathered up: "Twenty years ago ten years ago The second division is the twelve divisions that were broken up and trampled to pieces. If you want to hang your head and fight for a way out, you have to hear the wind and grass clearly, but that's not the current tent. It's okay for the general to stand upright."

She dragged her fiery body to brush the stiff shoulders inlaid with military ranks, and the purple marrow beads under her ears were embellished in the shape of a knife handle. As she walked, she waved: "Helian's blood is not yet dry, and the monument at Yanshan Pass is also gone." It didn't collapse, so what are you afraid of?"

He Lianyun put Wang Dao by his side, and seeing her look softer: "Afternoon is a common thing, and the military defense is unremitting, so there is no need to worry too much. The general is here, what else is there?"

"Majesty, do you remember the Broken Moon Division? There were two exiles back then. One went south, and the other stayed in the north, scattered like sand."

"The one going south is the Poyue Shang family right now, and the other branch was gathered a little by my father, and the rest were scattered on the border." He responded in a deep voice, and he had already caught some sunken threads.

The Po Yue Department's bow skills are quite famous, but this noble school does not have a wide range of skills, and their sword skills are pitifully weak. If they are assassinated in close combat, they will almost die sloppyly. Struggle is a luxury.

There is a lot of talk in the world, but everyone agrees with Yan Yun's words: "When talking about swords, you have to look at the Qinghe family. When talking about knives, the Lu family in Changzhou should have a place. When talking about bows, you have to look at the Yueshang family."

"The Polu crossbow is an old product of the Ordnance Department 20 years ago. Except for a group of poor people who defected and took away a group, the rest were almost all destroyed. There were not a few pieces found in the entire twelve departments. Our scouts followed the group The sand is swaying on the boundary river, and I saw someone make the murderous laoshizi."

Ahutai made a vague sound between panting, and waved his hands in front of He Lianyun's eyes, attracting his attention: "Leaving aside the Polu crossbow, there are actually arrows from the Lu clan of Changzhou in it."

The room was silent, only the pipa ghost outside the tent was crying endlessly, even Ahutai frowned and pulled his ears, and asked tensely: "The Lu family, why, can you bear it?"

He Lianyun recalled the words that person dropped at night: "It's true that a villain dislikes a hero."

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The young master was sipping tea, rolling the Nanfo Wen that he remembered from his early years.The books he had studied in Yujing City had long been thrown to the teacher. Fortunately, the two of them were on par, and they talked happily for a while.

Yun Shuluo sat on the opposite side of him, holding his gown as if he didn't dare to look at people, as if he was going to throw away the few remaining morals after one more glance.

He bowed his head and only turned the pearl: "Young master is kind, I appreciate it, but if you want to discuss the scriptures, you should go to Qingliang Mountain to find an orthodox Buddhist temple."

Because the Peach Temple is full of fleeing people, the bereaved dog can accommodate it, the rebellious person can also be accommodated, the crazy person who was thrown out of the house has a place, and the wine, sex and wealth are completely tainted, and the seriousness is naturally not serious. People also know it very well.

"There is no need to discuss the scriptures..." Zhou Tan leaned forward and stared: "Good wine should be drunk together."

He beckoned to call, and invited a series of wine jugs, and greeted them head-on as if he was not drunk.Yun Shu laughed loudly in the smell of wine, and smashed the lid of the pot with his palm like electricity.

Seven or eight wine jugs rolled on the table one after another, and even the tablecloth was half wet. Zhou Tan pursed his lips to turn on the stove, and turned the silver spoon up and down in his palm.

He didn't drink with anyone, but just opened his eyes to look at it. He held the jade cup in his hand, but his fingertips seemed a bit more transparent, overwhelming the lustrous jade color on the cup.

"Young Master invites me to drink, you really mean it. Why don't you just ask me and tell me everything."

"Your Excellency is open, is there any eminent monk who is good at fortune-telling at Yintao Temple in Yinzhou City?"

Yun Shu was stunned for a moment, the light and shadow in front of his eyes blurred his vision, he rubbed the rim of the cup to respond to him, sniffing the smell of alcohol with his nose: "I don't know what you want to do, my lord, I can't figure out this matter of ghosts and gods, if you want to ask The people in the north and the south, the young master, asked the wrong person."

"The Dao of Heaven is not very interesting." Zhou Tan twirled the fan in his palm and unfolded it with a swipe: "I want to ask about marriage."

The monk stared blankly and couldn't speak, he let go of his hands first, and a pair of jade feet fell to the ground, rolling completely in the dust.

The author says:

Suddenly, I found that the rhythm of ten days ago was not quite adapted to today. The mentality is really easy to change.

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