Lanke Chess Edge

There is a little bit of Ji Yuan that he feels that he has done a good job. Although the world in his sleeves is now ninety-nine percent of his reverie, at least the remaining part is very delicate, just like taking away all the sundries at this moment, Even the ink on the inkstone did not stain the inside of the sleeve, and it really didn't smell like fireworks in the eyes of outsiders.

In the final analysis, although Ji Yuan's state of mind is quite different from his previous life, it would be better if the technique is more pleasing to the eye if it is harmless and has a choice.

After taking away the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, the sound of boiling water happened to be heard from the kitchen. Both the old beggar and the young beggar were particularly loud in their ears.

"Well, the water just boiled."

Ji Yuan walked to the kitchen, the water boiling in the pot boiled, and the firewood he added in the stove just lasted until this time.

Lift the teapot on the small table next to the stove, open the wooden box next to it, grab some tea leaves and put them in, then lift the lid of the pot and scoop boiling water into the pot with a wooden ladle.

A burst of hot air filled the kitchen, and after a while, Ji Yuan came out with a tea tray, on which were placed four teacups, a teapot, and a small clay pot with a long and thin porcelain spoon on the side.

In this kind of trivial life, Ji Yuan prefers to do it by himself, which is more popular and life-like, and it is also like a sense of ritual in life, or to some extent it can remind himself that he is essentially the same as the sunrise. And people who are like the people who rest at sunset.

"Mr. Ji still likes to boil water and make tea by himself?"

The old beggar actually appreciates Ji Yuan's style, which is not even a game in the world, but more like an attitude, just to avoid the embarrassing thing about the little beggar spying on the law before.

Hearing the old beggar change the topic, Ji Yuan was also happy, and replied with a smile.

"Ji thinks that if there is such a condition, the tea made by boiling water on firewood will taste better."

"Grandpa Lu, is that so?"

The little beggar asked the old beggar innocently, and the latter replied in a low voice.

"You believe his nonsense!"

Originally, the old beggar wanted to say don't believe in nonsense, but it's better to avoid some words.

Putting down the tea set on the stone table, Ji Yuan reached out to invite him again.

"Please sit down, both of you."

Seeing that Ji Yuan really wasn't angry with Xiaoyou at all, the old beggar regained that laughing expression on his face, and dragged the little beggar to the stone table to sit down.

"Tsk tsk tsk... Drinking the tea made by Mr. Ji himself, not many people in the world have such a blessing, old beggars have to taste it."

"It's not fairy tea."

Ji Yuan glanced at him and replied, then skillfully turned the teacup upside down on the table, picked up the teapot and poured a cup for himself and the two beggars, the old and the young, then opened the teacup instead of covering it immediately The small earthenware pot on the tea tray, I gently scooped out the contents with a porcelain spoon.

The porcelain spoon pulled out a crystal silk thread, and the hand holding the spoon lightly broke the filament, and it moved to the sky above Xiaoyou's teacup with a faint sweet smell, and then the porcelain spoon was turned over, and a few drops of clear honey fell into the teacup.

At this time, the water temperature was just right, Ji Yuan put the lid on the teacup and handed it to the little beggar.

"Shake it lightly before drinking it, it tastes good."

Then Ji Yuan did the same thing again, pouring a small spoonful of honey for himself and the old beggar again.

During this process, the two beggars sniffed the taste frequently. Although Mr. Ji said that it was not some fairy tea, once honey was added, it immediately turned decay into magic, and it felt like a special breath was brewing in the tea cup. .

The two beggars couldn't bear it any longer. They held up the teacup and shook it. After lifting the lid, they blew twice and took a shallow sip.

"It's so fragrant and sweet! Drink it well!"

"Tsk tsk tsk... not bad, Mr. Ji will enjoy it!"

The reactions of the little beggar and the old beggar were not unexpected. The former took another sip and then stared curiously at the small clay pot on the tea tray. He knew that this thing must have a greater effect than the tea leaves.

"Mr. Ji, what's in this jar of yours? It's crystal clear, and it doesn't look like maltose water."

"Silly boy, this is called honey, and it's not affordable for ordinary people, but Mr. Ji's honey..."

The old beggar looked up at the busy bees among the jujube tree flowers.

"Emperor Lao Tzu may not be able to taste it, no, he definitely won't be able to taste it."

This honey tea is indeed worthy of a compliment from the old beggar, but Ji Yuan doesn't want to listen to the old beggar's ramblings. He took the initiative to find the old beggar a few times ago, and the other party's teasing was nothing more than a matter of point. , this time I will come to my house to look for myself, besides eager to return the favor, I can't just talk nonsense.

It's rare to meet a real master of Taoism, who should be better than Laolong in terms of Taoism and law, and Ji Yuan also wants to have a good chat.

"Since Mr. Lu has been to Yuhuai Mountain, he must have understood what I have prepared so far, right?"

"Um!"

It was rare for the old beggar to be serious and put down the teacup in his hand.

"Although Brother Yuhuai is somewhat secretive towards the old beggar, but with my own insignificant morality and my relationship with you, Mr. Ji, it is somewhat open to me."

"Mr. Ji, old beggar, I would venture to ask, you and the Tongtian Jiang Longjun seem to be not optimistic about the situation in Yunzhou, but the old beggar knows a little about the skills of those long-bearded men in Tianji Pavilion, and it is by no means in vain. My generation, the hexagram a few years ago is not the hexagram image."

Ji Yuan stared at the old beggar with a pair of pale eyes.

"Mr. Lu seems to have a good relationship with Tianji Pavilion. He didn't call it a rumor, and he even seems to know the specific hexagrams. Don't tell Ji, these are also heard from Yuhuai Mountain."

"Don't dare, the old beggar dares to lie to some people in Yuhuai Mountain who have broken their brains because of their practice, but they dare not play tricks in front of Mr. Ji."

This kind of remark similar to "persimmons should be picked and squeezed softly" is also thanks to Yu Huai Mountain, no one heard it, otherwise, no matter how good-tempered a cultivator is, he would vomit blood in anger.

"The gathering of evil spirits at the Water and Land Ceremony can also be said to be caused by rumors, and the monk Huitong has been away for more than half a year, and there are real people holding jade for divination almost every day on Yuhuai Mountain. There is nothing wrong with the Xuyu Talisman and Monk Hui Tong."

If there is no special situation, the method on Yuhuai Mountain is actually more intuitive than Ji Yuan's perception of the half-empty and half-empty chess pieces, so the old beggar's words are also approved by Ji Yuan.

The latter hadn't finished speaking yet, so he paused for a moment, as if he was thinking about how to say the next thing, but after thinking for a long time, he still felt that he couldn't find a suitable word, so he just said it directly.

"If both Mr. Ji and Lord Long are right, and Tianji Pavilion is also right, then wouldn't it mean that Yunzhou's qi is declining and Dazhen is alone, which is too inconsistent with the balance of yin and yang..."

Ji Yuan drank his tea and listened carefully to the old beggar's words. In fact, he was using his words to re-analyze and plan something in his mind. When the old beggar finished his curious words, he felt a special throbbing in his heart.

After putting down the teacup, Ji Yuan first frowned and then stretched his brows, and then fixed his eyes on the old beggar.

"It's not in harmony with the laws of nature. It may not be. Mr. Lu may often walk in the world of mortals, and he may have seen the rise and fall of many dynasties. If he hasn't studied the reasons for the changes of human dynasties, he must have seen many divisions and reunions. of."

As soon as Ji Yuan's words came out, the old man's expression became solemn.

"In Mr. Ji's opinion, coming to Dazhen has such a unique luck?"

"Blessed by nature? If the sky is loving, the sky is also old. The righteous way in the world is vicissitudes. Mr. Lu thinks highly of me. At most, Ji just has some expectations."

Even if Ji Yuan said it so euphemistically, it was enough to make the old beggar startled.

The little beggar next to him couldn't understand a word of the latter words, and felt more profound than some of the principles of practice that Grandpa Lu had taught him recently, and he still had a headache.

After talking about these things that made the little beggar headache, the old beggar and Ji Yuan talked a lot, some of which seemed to be about spiritual practice, and some were completely trivial and trivial, but the details made people feel uncomfortable. The little beggar thought it was not easy.

Of course, at the end of each topic, the old beggar would point out the topic with interest and insinuate. The ins and outs of the words were "Is the favor I owe you a letter?", but it was cryptic.

Anyway, in the end, the little beggar didn't know what the outcome of the two adults' conversation was, and they talked about everything, but he only knew that Grandpa Lu couldn't get a letter from Mr. Ji about how to repay the favor in the end.

From early morning to noon, the two beggars also ate a table of dishes made by Ji Yuan himself. Ji Yuan's cooking skills are not very good, so most of them are either steamed or boiled, and they can be matched with his unique seasoning and dipping sauce. , It actually made the two beggars eat so much that they wanted to scrape the plates.

Until the afternoon, the old beggar finally left with the little beggar, and he had to live in An Xiaoge if he stayed. The old beggar was absolutely unambiguous elsewhere, but in Ji Yuan, he stayed awkward.

Half an hour later, on an official road outside Ning'an County, two ragged beggars walked by the side of the road. The old beggar kept silent, and the little beggar finally couldn't bear it after holding back for so long.

"Grandpa Lu, can't we leave Dazhen?"

"Hey... I can't go, it's hard to go!"

The little beggar frowned, but he didn't care, but seeing the awkward look on the old beggar's face, he said something again.

"Grandpa Lu, don't go around with Mr. Ji just now, just say no, so that Mr. Ji can't understand what you want to say."

Hearing this, the old beggar was rarely excited.

"He doesn't understand? He's just pretending to be stupid with me! He's better at talking about topics than I am, and the old beggar I'm already very straightforward. If I speak more plainly, doesn't it mean that I'm begging him? I'm old Beggar always feels short in front of Ji Yuan, do you think it's bad?"

The little beggar was speechless for a while, muttering softly.

"If you're short, you're short. Why are we beggars fighting for face..."

Seeing that he was silent, the old beggar walked along the official road holding the little beggar's hand, and then murmured to himself for a long time.

"An expert is also a good face, but who is right..."

In Ning'an County, Tianniufang lived in a small pavilion, and Ji Yuan handed out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone to the stone table, and started to write again, with a faint smile on his lips.

‘Follow me against someone who will fight me, I won’t be able to suffocate you to death! Obediently stay with Dazhen...'