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Mu Gesheng, who was on the sidelines, was happily eating melon seeds, but when he said this, he was stunned.

The wine bottle slipped and was caught by Chai Shuxin swiftly.

The two had been in the illusion for a while, and they probably figured out the situation. They could touch everything in the illusion—except living things.

Just like Mu Gesheng ate melon seeds all the way to watch the theater, and even drank a bottle of wine from the restaurant, and he could cheer up when he heard the storyteller's jokes, but he couldn't talk to anyone except Chai Shuxin.

This is a very powerful illusion, everything seems real, but it is fleeting like a cloud of smoke.

"I only heard about Shizu from my master." Mu Gesheng spat out the skin of melon seeds, and said, "Shizu was originally a Samana, and it is said that he has a strong character of the same vein."

Chai Shuxin: "All four are empty?"

Mu Gesheng: "It's a scam."

Unable to paint, he looked a little surprised, "You met Tian Suanzi?"

Although they are members of the same seven families, they are just ordinary disciples, and it is usually difficult to see the true faces of the masters.

"Yes, it starts when I just came down from the mountain." Mo Qingbei nodded, "That happened a hundred years ago. After I went down the mountain, I went to a teahouse to drink tea. There was a young novice who was begging for alms along the street. I gave him a box of Youth League."

"He seems to have seen my identity, and took out a copper coin with a very strange shape, saying that meeting is fate, and he wants to tell me a fortune."

"It's your chance to get a fortune teller." Hua Bucheng said seriously: "How about the hexagram?"

"I don't think there is any chance. The little monk walked all the way and counted all the way. When he saw a rich man, he went up to him and said Gong Xi Fa Cai. He can say auspicious words without parrots." Mo Qingbei scratched his head, "He just said Eight words—the immortal enters the world, and there will be no worries for a hundred years."

Only what the caster wants will appear in the illusion, Mu Gesheng and the two did not see this period of the past, "Yes." Mu Gesheng said: "It has been a hundred years since Master went down the mountain."

Chai Shuxin: "What do you mean?"

"According to the sky, if you say half of the virtues and keep half of them, there must be no good words in the future." Mu Gesheng said: "That is to say, after a hundred years, changes will happen."

Hua Bucheng obviously realized this, and frowned slightly, "Worriless for a hundred years, and after a hundred years, you met Tian Suanzi again, what did he say this time?"

"Are you sure you want to listen?"

"Is there anything else you dare not say?"

"Yes." Mo Qing cup shook the wine pot, and said, "He asked me if I want to worship under the Tiansuan sect."

After finishing the painting, I was speechless for a long time, before opening my mouth after a long time: "I know you are very talented, but I never thought that Tian Suanzi would like someone like you."

Mo Qingbei: "...I really didn't think of your answer."

"Then what are your plans?" Hua Bucheng said, "You refused?"

"Should I agree?"

"Tian Suanzi is the head of all schools, so there must be a reason for him to do so." Hua Bucheng analyzed the pros and cons, "And it seems that the Tian Suan lineage has not accepted apprentices so far. If you go, you will be a big disciple, and you may inherit Tian Suan in the future." The position of operator..."

Mu Gesheng: "To be honest, at first I thought that the failure of the painting would definitely make the master reject the master."

Chai Shuxin: "I didn't expect my husband to have such a long love for Penglai."

When the painting failed and finally finished speaking, Mo Qing cupped and said: "I always feel that I have to do what you said, that is, kick my own mother and recognize my stepmother, just to be an unfilial son who inherits the wealth of the family."

"You are still a villain who doesn't want to make progress in Penglai now." If you can't paint, the answer is fluent: "The debt is too heavy, and the artist is bold."

"Good guy, my master will be pissed off if he hears this."

"It's not that exaggerated. My uncle often quarreled with my master back then, and at most he would eat three bowls of rice when he was angry."

Mo Qing cupped twice, raised his head to drink, "Anyway, I didn't agree, and the fortune teller asked me what my plans are next, and I said I planned to hang out in the palace for a few days."

"What does the fortune teller say?"

"He said that donkey rolls in the capital are delicious, and he also gave me the address of a temple, asking me to donate more. He knows the abbot there very well."

Unable to draw a picture, he thought for a while and said, "Tian Suanzi is a little different from what I imagined."

"Believe me, it's not that there's a little difference, it's that there's a big difference." Mo Qingbei took out a copper coin, "He even gave me this, saying it's a token, if you need something, you can bring it to him."

It was a mountain ghost spending money.

"Ha." Mu Gesheng smiled gloatingly.

Chai Shuxin: "What's wrong?"

"I laugh that the current master is still too immature." Mu Gesheng shook his head, "He is already a member of Tiansuan's sect, so he can't run away."

"Why?"

"According to the rules of the Tiansuan family, as long as you accept the mountain ghost's money from the other party, it is tantamount to formally worshiping the sect." Mu Gesheng said: "Don't look at me like that, really, I didn't lie to you. Such a joke."

"Back then, I was tricked into the Ginkgo Study by Master just to find some unlucky ghosts to spend some money on to buy bunches of candied haws."

Before Mo Qingbei left, he handed over the mountain ghost's money to Hua Bucheng for safekeeping.

"I can't keep the money in my hand, maybe I'll send it to the pawnshop one day." He shook the jug, "After all, it's a fortune teller, so it's safe to put it in your place."

The sea of ​​clouds dissipated, and the two walked into the dock. There was a pavilion next to the dock, and a willow tree was planted beside the pavilion. The painting couldn't be done: "I won't send you a broken willow. It's cold this year, and this snow willow almost didn't freeze to death. You'll be bald any more."

"Then let's avoid it." Mo Qingbei said: "I guess I will be in the capital next year. Is there anything you want?"

Every time Mo Qing goes back to the mountains with a cup of great cold, he will bring a bunch of odds and ends with him, from seasonal winter tea to Jiangnan pastries, fine wine from Saibei and spices from the Western Regions, every year he crosses the great river north and south, and then brings back a whole world .

If you can’t draw well, you rarely ask him to bring something, and occasionally ask him to collect some lost ancient books and sword manuals, but this time he thought about it and said: "Then please bring back something to eat."

Mo Qing was amazed: "What to eat?"

"Tian Suanzi said that the donkey rolls are very delicious in the capital." After a pause, he added: "Bring more."

Mu Gesheng clicked his tongue and said, "This fan filter must be [-] meters thick."

Chai Shuxin: "If you can't draw well, you may not be a fan of Tian Suanzi."

Mu Gesheng: "Isn't it like buying, buying, buying for the sake of idols? It's Amway's soul."

Chai Shuxin: "...well, I won't deny it."

This time when Mo Qingbei left the mountain, he was not alone, but rode a white crane away.

Bai He received the letter, this year he began to send a lot of news to Hua Bucheng.

Stereotype essays are becoming more and more difficult to write, but at least I got the number one prize, and managed to get a fat job by pretending to be my grandson. Unfortunately, the fat job is not in the capital, but transferred to Guangdong, but there will still be donkey rolls. Beijing bought a dim sum shop, a century-old shop specializing in donkey rolls.

Can't draw a reply letter: Shan, remember to donate to Tian Suanzi's temple.

The white crane is getting fatter and fatter by him. His peers know that he likes to raise cranes, so they send a lot of fine feed for him. If this continues, he is worried that this fat eater will not be able to fly to the top of Jiange Mountain. Subtract.

Unable to draw a reply letter: I was detained on the mountain for a few days, and I was so hungry that I pecked out the snow lotus I raised. I am rude to animals. It can be seen that the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked.

A few days ago, the white crane hadn't returned, and his peers thought the crane he raised had died, so they sent a new one. The road was narrow, and the two white-haired animals fought every day.The Penglai white crane is spoiled and spoiled, its combat effectiveness is low, and it is estimated that it will be bald.

Can't draw a reply: It's okay, Xueliu is also bald this year, and they just happen to be companions.

There is a lot of fat and oil, and I have received a lot of filial piety. After deducting the money for comfort and disaster relief, there is still a lot left. I am considering whether to open a dim sum shop as a chain store.

If you can't draw a letter, reply: You don't need to, just donate all the money to Tian Suanzi.

The money was donated, and a golden body of a Buddha statue was also donated to the temple. The face was specially modeled after Tian Suanzi's expression.

Can't draw a reply letter: What's the solution to this move?

The shadows of the trees in front of the window are mottled, Mo Qingbei holds a pekoe in his mouth, and with a swipe of his pen——

I wish him an early ascension to heaven.

Time flies, Mo Qingbei re-enters the officialdom, the first time he is born and the second time he is acquainted, it can be said that he is on the rise.

It is well known that he likes raising cranes. The two white-haired beasts that used to fight every day, a male and a female, formed a nest next spring.For this reason, a pond had to be circled in the house to feed the two friends and their offspring.

Another year of severe cold is approaching, Mr. Mo strolled to the yamen to finish ordering, and when he returned home, he looked at the white cranes basking in the sun by the pond, feeling a little worried.

He squatted by the pool, with the reflection of a man and a crane reflected on the water, "I said, brother, you were raised by Penglai and lived a long time, but your wife and children will die in a few years, how will you fix it then? Or Shall I find another door for you?"

Then Mr. Mo was chased by the white crane and ran around the yard all day.

At night, when he finally climbed down from the roof, he wrote a letter to Hua Bucheng with his head of white hair on his head, explaining the cause and effect, and finally said that he could no longer manage these beasts and wanted to rebel.

Can't finish the painting and write back laughing at him as a fool, Bai He only looks for one spouse in his life, so he deserves to be pecked.

As for life expectancy, there is also a solution. Simply send them to Penglai, where mountains and rivers nourish people, and they will naturally live longer.

Mo Qingbei who received the letter had a headache.

In the past, he was alone with one crane, and he was at ease, but this time he had to take his family with him when he returned. Penglai was thousands of miles away, so how to hide and lead a large group of white cranes across mountains and rivers is a problem.

After all, people should not let people see how stupid he is fighting with Bai He while wielding his sword.

When he returned to Penglai after a long journey, Mo Qingbei fell headlong on the boat, "I'm exhausted, it's really not easy to bring my family back with me."

Tea was prepared on the boat, and a plate of pastries could not be drawn, "Thank you for your hard work."

The pastry is donkey rolling from Mo Qingbei's own shop. He ate one, "What kind of flavor is this? Why haven't I tried it?"

"It's newly released in October, with dried osmanthus added in it. You sent me a big box."

"I was too busy a while ago to take care of the business." Mo Qingbei remembered, "The shopkeeper seemed to have said something when he delivered it, but I didn't pay attention, so I sent it to you directly."

"Why are you so busy? Got promoted?"

"Next year I will be transferred to the capital to teach the prince." Mo Qingbei sighed, "There are too many things to worry about, and I have to age myself by several years. It is very painful to look in the mirror every day."

In the officialdom, Mo Qingbei has no choice but to arrange himself according to the life, old age, sickness and death of ordinary people. Occasionally, he pretends to be sick and cause disasters. Every year, his illusion technique will age a little bit. Now his face in the world is a man with a long beard. middle age.

Some time ago, he was attacked by political opponents because he was too thin, saying that he had the appearance of a sudden death, so he had to endure the humiliation and conjure up a belly for himself.

"The water in the capital is deep, and it can't be as moist as a foreign official." Mo Qingbei unscrewed the jug and poured it vigorously, "In this world, it's just a matter of finding a fat job for fun. I really don't want to get involved in the mess of the capital."

As he spoke, he sighed again, "It's not convenient for me to give a lecture to the prince, and it's not even convenient for me to fake death suddenly."

After thinking about it for a while, he said, "If it's really too tiring, why don't you change your identity and start over again."

Mo Qingbei waved his hand, "It's not worth it, and I don't have any children. I have worked hard for many years, and no one even inherits the pension."

"You can pretend to be your grandson, or you can pretend to be your grandson's son. At worst, you can get a pension and leave." Hua Bucheng said: "Besides, didn't you say that there is a lot of money in the fat shortage? Why are you still short of money?"

"My good fellow, whoever takes one mouthful of money every day, I'm about to donate that ruined temple into a golden temple." Mo Qingbei put down the jug, "I have to be able to save money, too."

It was cold and snowy, the two were fishing on the bow of the boat, and the white crane disappeared into the clouds.

Mo Qingbei held the fishing rod in one hand, opened the bag with the other, and found a folding fan from a pile of odds and ends, "I need you to draw a fan for me."

"Recently this is popular in the capital?"

"The princes and nobles are not all fond of this. They are arty. The adults in the dynasty are all keen on literature and entertainment, and there is a lot of attention to a fan. What about the red sandalwood fan bones and brocade embroidery, I can't just take a big cattail fan."

In addition to the folding fan, there is also an umbrella in the bundle, 24 ribs, with tung oil brushed on lint paper.

Unable to draw and watched him open the umbrella, "Why did you remember to bring an umbrella?"

"I went to Ruoshui Hall with my friends a while ago, and saw a guy sitting in the backyard, glueing this umbrella." Mo Qing cupped and said, "The ribs of the umbrella are made of purple arhat bamboo, and I think it matches the color of snow."

He put the handle of the umbrella on his shoulder, and turned the surface of the umbrella in a circle, "It's very cold at the heights, I'll take you out of the wind and snow."

"I appreciate the kindness." Hua Bucheng threw out the fishing rod, "The wind and frost temper the sword, I have lived here for a long time, and the rain and snow will never escape me."

"For the sake of my traveling thousands of miles with big and small bags, you'll be rewarded." Mo Qingbei shrugged, "Even if you're too lazy to take them, you can always throw them into the fire as firewood to keep you warm."

"Flesh | body is mortal, there is always a time when a person does not hold a sword."

Mo Qing went down the mountain the next day, and not long after, Bai He came with a letter.

In addition to the letter, there is also a bundle hanging on the crane's neck.

Inside is the umbrella he gave that day that could not be painted. There is a painting on the umbrella, the ink outlines the sword pavilion on the mountain, the tall building and the white snow.

Hua Bucheng said in the letter: "The court is treacherous, compared to me, you need someone to rely on, and you have to shelter from the wind and snow."

There is a line of poetry inscribed at the signature——

Where the gentleman pours his cup to the sound of autumn, the immortal fishes beside the white clouds.

Mo Qingbei smiled when he saw the words, studied the ink and began to write, and added a sentence.

I write for you to be peaceful and happy, but if you are thin, you can't paint a picture.