Just as Zhao Ran was trying to get closer and chat with the woman, Yu Zhiyuan carried a wooden box out of the mountain gate. He pulled Zhao Ran and walked down the mountain, complaining as he walked: "Brother Zhao, don't mix these idiots in. If you can cause trouble for yourself, then you will regret it!"

Zhao Ran was so confused by Yu Zhiyuan's disconnection, and he felt ashamed, and he couldn't hold back his face. He said embarrassedly: "The person who shouted for justice is very serious, so he took a few more glances, but he didn't know whether it was true or false."

Yu Zhiyuan said: "This matter is true, but it cannot stand the scrutiny. The father and daughter are singers in restaurants, and they make a living by singing. Jin Jiu and Zhang Ze confessed that the two sides had negotiated a price of three taels overnight, but when the matter was over, they asked for thirty taels, which led to a conflict and the old man's son was also injured. The father and daughter did not dare to sue the official position, but only came to the Taoist court every ten days, just wanting Jin Jiu and Zhang Ze to pay some money."

Zhao Ran asked: "They are blocked outside the prefecture, so the supervisory institute doesn't care?"

Yu Zhiyuan said: "There are many people who come to the Taoist court to complain about justice every year. Where can the prison court take care of it? The more you want to deal with this kind of thing, the more you will be entangled by others like candy and you can't even get rid of it. If someone dies, it will damage the reputation of the Taoist court, so you will simply let it die. Over time, these people who shout for justice will naturally dissipate."

Zhao Ran secretly complained that it was like this, and he still took into account "reputation"? If you really want to maintain "reputation", you should strictly prohibit people in the Taoist temple from slept with prostitution outside! But then you think about it, it seems that Yu Zhiyuan once said that the Taoist temple is the most "earth-oriented" place in the Taoist temple. In fact, in his own understanding, it is the Taoist temple that supervises the secular world and requires everyone to abide by the rules and regulations. That is not feasible. The Huogong lay Buddhists are not Taoist priests who have received excessive certificates, and they are not among them.

In this world that is very different from later generations, the Ming Dynasty itself could not help but officials stayed in prostitution, and even went out of the country and was considered to be a matter of elegance. How could they ask the Huogong lay Buddhists to strictly discipline themselves?

"Can the Jin family and the Zhang family let the father and daughter keep shouting for justice in front of the mountain gate?"

"This is a small matter, no one is willing to make a big deal. As for the same sentence, after a while, it will naturally disappear."

The two of them were talking and came to the foot of the mountain. Yu Zhiyuan easily hired a carriage and gave the handlebar two taels of silver. The handheld smiled so hard that the corners of his eyes were sewn together. According to Yu Zhiyuan's request, he drove the car hard on the official road.

Yu Zhiyuan knew that Zhao Ran was working to sweep the wall last night, so he probably hadn't had a good rest at this moment, so he told him to close his eyes and rest. Zhao Ran was indeed very sleepy, so he reached out and dragged a cotton pad, leaned against the wall of the compartment, and fell asleep for a moment.

When Zhao Ran was awakened, it was just noon. Because it was already early summer, the air was full of heat. There were wet wipes in the car. Zhao Ran wiped his face and cheered up a lot. Yu Zhiyuan asked him to get out of the car.

The carriage drove directly to the main entrance of Bijia Villa. Many cars had already parked outside the gate. Yu Zhiyuan asked the craft to wait outside and took Zhao Ran in.

A villa manager came up to him. After checking the invitation, he led the two into the room.

Bijia Villa occupies the best valley on the southeast side of Bijia Shandong. All the houses and pavilions are hidden among the green pines and cypresses. The paths are winding and lead to the secluded place, with flowers and stones scattered and randomly. There are natural bells and flowing cups, and exquisite waterfalls hanging on the cliffs, which are beautiful.

Walking between the paths, the heat had long been dispersed, the eyes were clear and the face was slightly cool.

The Zhou family is a wealthy family in Sichuan. They spent decades to polish this villa. The foundation in it is definitely not comparable to the nouveau riche on the gambling table like Zhao Ran.

When I came to a clear stream, a continuous pavilion appeared surrounded by green bamboos, and the pavilion name was "dispersed". More than ten people gathered in the pavilion, chatting in groups of three or three, splashing ink on the calligraphy board, and some leaned against the pavilion to drink, making them feel happy.

The manager who led the way quietly stepped down. A young young man came out of the pavilion and greeted him warmly from a distance: "Mr. Yu, why did you put him there now? It's too late today, so I'll punish you to draw more pictures!"

Yu Zhiyuan is good at painting fish, and the word fish is homophonic with his surname, so the pen name in the signature of calligraphy and painting is "Mr. Yu". Zhao Ran gave himself a vulgar pen name, called "Shanjianke".

Yu Zhiyuan and the young master replied a few times, and then introduced Zhao Ran: "Young Master Zhou, this is Zhao Ran, a native of my Taoist temple. He has a tacit understanding with me and has superb calligraphy. This time I come with me to attend the event."

Zhao Ran hurriedly bowed: "Young Master Zhou, Zhao is so presumptuous, I hope he can forgive me."

Mr. Zhou was slightly surprised, and then he was overjoyed: "Oh? Brother Zhao is a mountain guest? My brother's calligraphy is very innovative and my father likes it very much. Unfortunately, he only got one, but today he came well. He insisted that you have a few more words before he could stop!"

Zhao Ran was embarrassed and nodded and said, "Young Master Zhou laughed."

Mr. Zhou laughed and brought his arms to Yu Zhiyuan and Zhao Ran into the pavilion. The people in the pavilion were dressed in various colors, and they were of different ages. There were elders with white beards, calm and restrained middle-aged people, and a young man who was about the same age as Zhao Ran, who was wearing jade and was extremely suave.

A middle-aged man in his forties and energetic spirit in the seat is the master here, Zhou Yu, the governor of Long'an Mansion. Zhou Fuzun politely exchanged a few words with the two of them, and at the same time praised Zhao Ran's words very much, hoping that Zhao Ran would write more pictures today so that he could collect them.

Seeing that Zhou Fuzun had a good attitude towards Zhao Ran, the rest of the people were also polite to greet Zhao Ran, which was nothing more than "Brother Zhao's name is well-known, and I have the honor of seeing him today." They didn't even know that Zhao Ran was a fireworking layman in Wujiyuan. This was hypocritical and artificial at the first time.

However, the handsome young man seemed to have heard of Zhao Ran and said to Zhao Ran: "I have seen the word "A mountain guest" and it is indeed unique and innovative." Although he was polite in his words, he was sour when he heard it.

After listening to Mr. Zhou's introduction, this person was the Zhou family's direct relative in Chengdu Prefecture. Zhu Meng, the Sichuan Censor, was also good at calligraphy. The characters he wrote were said to have received some praise in Chengdu Prefecture.

Yu Zhiyuan came here to participate in the Ya Ji, obviously there was something else. He pulled Zhou Fuzun out of the scattered pavilion and disappeared behind the bamboo forest.

Master Zhou asked Zhao Ran to take care of himself, so Zhao Ran casually watched the famous calligraphy and painting masters in the pavilion splashed ink on the spot. After walking in the pavilion, he found that only two old men's works were excellent, and the rest were very ordinary. After all, Long'an Mansion was remote in the northwest of Sichuan, and the famous men here were not very clever. On the contrary, the master's calligraphy was indeed much better, second only to the two old men, but they were not far apart. He was worthy of being a young hero from Chengdu Mansion.

After walking around, Zhao Ran felt a little confident, so he found Zhang Kong's case, spread out his paper and pen, and prepared to write a picture of words. He was very clear-headed and did not need to turn around, and he knew that there were several people around him, including the young master just now.

Zhao Ran is a type of crazy person in calligraphy. The more people are bystanders, the better he performs. He gradually feels excited about this matter. After drinking the tip of the pen on the inkstone, he writes eight big characters - "Indifferent and clear ambitions, quiet and far-reaching". He likes to write these eight characters through his previous life, and now he is surrounded by others, so he performs very well. After writing, he looks very satisfied.

When I first saw Qi Gong's body, I felt a little weird, but it was a font that became more and more memorable as I read it. Therefore, there was no cheers coming from behind for the time being, and he didn't care. I didn't have any knowledge, so let's think about it first. The more I thought about it, the more I liked it. Zhao Ran was very clear about this.

A faint fragrance came from his nose. Zhao Ran turned his head and saw all the people in the pavilion surrounded him, everyone with strange looks on their faces, staring at the eight big words he had just written. Only the young master did not look at his own words, but was staring at a certain place in the crowd with a scorching enthusiasm.

Zhao Ran followed his gaze and found that there was an extra female crown in the crowd at some point.
Chapter completed!