Qian Yiqun felt his scalp numb, and his years of inertia almost made him bow down. He still thought of the fox's lonely and cold instruction, so he went forward and said, "I have met my old parents with humility."

"No gifts." The County Magistrate Chen's voice was cold and he didn't feel any annoying.

"Although you know me, I, a middle-aged man, can't help but introduce him." Zhou Zhengqing joked, "We are all not ordinary people, why should we be so reserved? Brother Qian, this honorary Chen County is named Ming, I believe you must know. His name is Linan, and although he is your boss, you don't have to be afraid of him. Do you know why he has a dark face?"

——Because of wearing a cuckold?

Qian Yiqun thought to himself that he would never dare to say it out loud.

"He is a 49-year-old Jinshi in the Wuchen Certificate. He was appointed as the head of the Ministry of Revenue. He was originally levied in Huai'an, but he was inexplicably appointed to Wuxian to be a parent official, hahaha." Zhou Zhengqing seemed to be talking about something fun, but he didn't notice that Qian Yiqun hadn't found the funny point in this sentence at all.

Besides, even if he knew, Qian Yiqun definitely didn't dare to laugh.

I dare to laugh at my superiors before I even performed my duties. Aren’t I tired of living?

"I'm thirty-nine," the magistrate Chen's face became even colder. "It's not because he was exiled to Wu County, but because I had a cold face and a tough temper."

It turned out that the head of the Ministry of Revenue was demoted to the county magistrate... Qian Yiqun then understood the previous funny point. He was demoted for no reason, which could indeed provide others with the help of gloating.

Zhou Zhengqing smiled again, pointed to the literati with a slightly slight head beside Chen Xiangming, and said, "This is Junyan, the prince of the literary family, and his name is Bowen."

Qian Yiqun tightened his whole body and thought to himself: Isn’t this a person who came to provoke a gang? The following methods can only go through official articles, not through private affairs of a large number. If the Wen family is determined to pursue me, how can I have a life? However, looking at Zhou Zhengqing’s appearance, he doesn’t look like a man with a sweet mouth and a sword. Most of the young master Wen doesn’t know the news yet.

"Xiaoke Qian Yiqun, whose name is... Jiuyi, I am very lucky to see the three gentlemen today." Qian Yiqun temporarily gave himself a word to avoid embarrassing.

The three of them only thought that Qian Yiqun was a lowly soldier, but they didn't expect that they would have the word "大" and couldn't help but be surprised. Zhou Zhengqing was straightforward and said, "Is Brother Qian's word given by his master or by his elders in the clan?"

Wen Yunhe even asked directly: "Brother Qian and Wu Jin Qian's family are relatives?"

"My family's ancestral hall is in Xukou Town, and I have never heard of Wujin Qian's family." Qian Yiqun said, "This word... is indeed given by the family teacher."

Zhou and Wen were both satisfied and sat down one after another. Chen Xiangming was the oldest and was the master again. She said a word with a pity like a golden land and said, "Sit." Seeing that the three of them had no intention of introducing him at all, Master Li quickly said that there were mundane affairs outside and said goodbye.

The servant stepped forward to exchange for the tea for Qian Yiqun, served incense tea, and bowed to leave the flower hall.

Zhou Zhengqing first spoke: "Yesterday, an old friend from my family, who is also my good teacher and friend, accidentally broke into Brother Qian's house. I offended many of them, so please forgive me."

"Well, is it Dai Shiming in Cangzhou?" Qian Yiqun's mind was in a flash, "I don't dare to offend me, I just want to ask Brother Zhou, why did Mr. Dai come to visit at night?"

"That's it," Zhou Zhengqing sorted out his thoughts, "Teacher Dai is a vengeance for human beings. When he saw that he was arresting a prostitute, he wanted to draw his sword to help him."

——Drawing the sword is indeed very fast, but there is no way to talk about helping each other.

Qian Yiqun thought to himself.

"Later, he saw the rapist, but he was very similar to an enemy back then, so he was angry and went to steal people. It was because of his personality. Please don't be surprised by Brother Qian."

"So that's it." Qian Yiqun believed that Dai Shiming had bumped into it by chance. As for the "enemy" behind it, it was nothing more than an excuse. Maybe the young Zhou Wude was also kept in the dark.

Qian Yiqun thought again: "Hundred Beauty Pictures" has been escaping for so long, maybe it has been unknown for a long time, and the sense of smell of aristocratic families cannot be so sensitive. Maybe there is a real misunderstanding. But even if it is a misunderstanding, Dai Shiming is not a friend.

Zhou Zhengqing was very happy when he saw that he was open: "Haha, Teacher Dai has been in the world for a long time and is knowledgeable. In the future, you and I can walk with him more, which will be of great benefit."

"Jiuyi," Chen Xiang next year was ten years older than Qian Yiqun, and was both a Jinshi and a superior, so he could naturally call him, "I am a disciple of Zuihua'an, who are you? I was in Wuxian and couldn't interact with each other. It's a pity."

Qian Yiqun was stunned for a moment, and his heart suddenly became clear. No wonder Zhou Zhengqing treated him as a person in the circle. After a long time, it was not that he looked down on himself as a young hero, but because they all practiced secret techniques!

"Old parents Rong Bing..."

"Hey! You're just a bad place here, why are you so vulgar?" Zhou Zhengqing interrupted Qian Yiqun and said dissatisfied.

Qian Yiqun smiled awkwardly and said, "A person who is careless dares not be arrogant... he dares to hide it from you. The family master comes and goes without a trace. I have only seen the family master for three years. As for the affairs in the world, the family master never mentions it. I am really ashamed."

The three of them looked at each other and looked slightly. There were countless people with strange and strange personalities among the elders in the world. Compared to the kind of person who soaked his apprentice in a cesspool, the "master" mentioned by Qian Yiqun is definitely the most normal thing.

"Since that's the case, we can't force ourselves to ask." Wen Yun said with kindness and understanding.

Qian Yiqun's mouth twitched and he thought to himself: You have no problem with your brain? What I mean is that even if you force yourself to ask me, you won't know!

"But the secret method of the world comes from the three schools of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism. Which one does Brother Qian come from?" Zhou Zhengqing asked, "Maybe a demonstration of one or two?"

Qian Yiqun thought it was impolite to refuse, and these people obviously knew the so-called secret world better than the fox. He didn't give up now, and took off his sword and flew around the flower hall. The three of them were stunned and speechless for a long time.

Only when Chen Xiangming sighed, Zhou Zhengqing spoke first: "Brother Qian is indeed a person with extraordinary qualifications."

"How dare you take this?" Qian Yiqun said humbly, but said in his heart: Is this sword control technique difficult to practice?

"Brother Linan, it turns out that there are even more powerful players," Wen Yunhe smiled at Chen Xiangming, "You can practice sword control skills before you reach your age. I didn't expect that he was just a weak man and had such a level of cultivation."

"I dare to ask..." Qian Yiqun didn't have that much etiquette at first, so he asked openly, "How are the practices divided?"

His question stopped all three of them.

Since ancient times, the division of the stages of practice has been done with their own ways and there has never been a unified standard. The "Zhong Lu Pastoral Record" clearly states the order of verification of practitioners, but it does not mean that a standard is proposed.

Although the theory of "demon retribution depends on the divine way" that the fox once said can progress layer by layer, because of each person's qualifications, it seems like a complete transformation. And because this division is too wide, it cannot motivate future generations and is gradually ignored by the world.

"If you talk about the stage of practice," Chen Xiangming looked puzzled, "Everyone is different, and various scenes are difficult to distinguish."

"My Confucianism mostly uses the "Great Learning" sequence," Wen Yunhe said, "By studying things, we can gain knowledge, sincerity, uprightness of our hearts, self-cultivation, management of our family, govern the country, and virtues."

Qian Yiqun thought for a while and said to himself: He doesn't understand the sequence between the Shi family and the Taoist sect, but your analogy is useless. Fortunately, he knows the "five powers" realm and asks immediately: "If it corresponds to the "demon retribution according to the gods", how should we divide the methods?"

Chen Xiangming had the highest cultivation level among the three. After thinking for a moment, he said: "It can be said that the mind of Taoism is the first to be born, which is no different from that of ordinary people. If you reach the stage of knowledge and sincerity, you can perceive the past sages and sages, which is also considered a demonic understanding for the witch. After correcting your mind, you can know that everything in the world is normal and you can get informed. After cultivating yourself, you can get enlightenment by the heavens and man. If you go up, you will not be able to speak nonsense."

Qian Yiqun silently remembered it in his heart, and only heard Zhou Zhengqing sigh: "Our qualifications are rare among ordinary people, and we have received guidance from wise masters. So far, I am only lingering between sincerity and righteousness. On the contrary, Brother Jiuyi is not as old as the one in his prime. How did he practice?"

"Have you ever treated the Yuandian?" Wen Yunhe also came up to ask.

Although Chen Xiangming was proud and unmoved, he was obviously very curious.

"The classics have never been cured..." Qian Yiqun hesitated, "Master just asked me to start with mythology and teach them casually."

The three of them all said "oh" together, and their forward-leaning chests gradually moved backwards. Qian Yiqun was surprised: Are you despised? Or am I too much attentive? Why did the atmosphere suddenly become cold?

Zhou Zhengqing probably found that his group of people had done it, and said smoothly: "Mystery practice is also a way to enter the Tao. You may as well, you may as well."

This explanation is getting darker and darker. After all, the Jinshi Gong has a higher level of cultivation and directly serves the tea ceremony: "In the future, Jiuyi should also walk around more. I say I am not alone. You and I are different from those ordinary people after all." The servant waiting outside the flower hall followed him and shouted: "Send out the guest!"

Qian Yiqun then realized that this was the legendary gift of "sending tea to see off guests". He quickly stood up and bowed, "Go away from me." As he said that, he bowed to Zhou and Wen again. Zhou Zhengqing replied with a half-given gift, and Wen Yunhe only pursed his lips, which was considered a gift for him.

Qian Yiqun walked out of the flower hall, and the identity problem that had been suppressed for a long time surged into his heart again, and he couldn't help but feel resentment.

"Qian Shiqian, I am quite favored by the county magistrate, which is a joyful congratulation." Master Li walked out from behind Qian Yiqun. It turned out that he was just from the bushes outside the hall. Seeing Qian Yiqun's face appearing after he came out, he came to eliminate the disaster for the boss.

"My nephew gave a gift to Uncle Shi." Qian Yiqun hurriedly stepped forward and bowed.

Li Hongfang stepped forward to hold Qian Yiqun, took advantage of the situation and said with a smile: "Why be too polite in private? I just saw your father and talked about you."

"Thank you for your uncle, I miss you for your nephew."

"Let's just say that your child has been sensible and polite since he was a child, but it's a little bad." Li Hongfang frowned pretended to frown.

Qian Yiqun thought to himself: You have only been in Suzhou for two years, and you seem to know what I looked like when I was a child...

"It's the prefect's courtesy!" Li Hongfang saw that he had not succeeded, so he had to smile, "Who keeps those false traps in this world? If you don't see even our county magistrate, two Jinshi, and so many scholars in the world, can get the top forty-two, right?"

"That's that's..."

"Just before you entered, the young master of the Zhang family in Mudu was driven away by him with a word, and even saved the gift of serving tea and seeing guests." Li Hongfang sighed pretendingly, "This disciple of the emperor and the descendants of the Holy Church are like this, let alone I'll wait?"

With a rich family who was directly driven away, Qian Yiqun felt much better. What made him feel even more relieved was that from this, Chen Xiangming and the Zhang family were not close. It seemed that the case of Miss Wei was mostly caused by the tampering of the people below. This Jinshi senior was not in good condition and the case was unclear. The black gauntlet was also considered as a corresponding crime.

However, when Qian Yiqun thought of the slap that his father was beaten, he couldn't help but feel angry again, and he became more determined to seek immortality. But in this huge world, where can we find immortals? What are the eminent monks and masters still moving during the Chongzhen period of the Ming Dynasty?

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Wujiang County.

A noble young man in silk shirt threw the Chengyao teacup in his hand on the ground angrily.

The teacup as thin as a cicada's wings suddenly turned into a fallen plum petal.

"That's all for the person who killed me?" The noble young master narrowed his eyes, and the muscles in the corners of his eyes kept beating, and he shouted sternly.

A servant in green clothes stood in a corner of the main hall, his eyes rolled, and said in a crying voice: "Uncle, but he is already walking with the third master."

"Bad Third Master! Bad Monkey! Is he Wen Yunhe from my Wen family in Hengshan?" The old man's forehead bulged and he swept the remaining tea set on the table to the ground.

"Remember it to me! Money! Yi! Group!"

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