That year, that cicada, that sword

Chapter 130 Meeting and Destiny
This is not very reliable as a master, and the servant is not much better.Although the old servant named Lao Wang was dressed neatly, he didn't have the slightest demeanor in his body. He didn't have the immortal demeanor of a Daoist Daoist, nor did he have the gloomy and gloomy appearance of a chief deacon of the Demon Suppression Palace. How do you look at it? None of them have anything to do with the word "superior", just like an ordinary old man.

Sometimes Xiao Quji thought to himself, among these princes and grandchildren surnamed Xiao, which one is not a master of raising countless majestic and powerful?Just like my uncle Xiao Jin and cousin Xiao Bai, who monopolize a country and a state, with military and political power in their hands, how carefree they are.Look at my own size, not to mention the master of raising, there is only one old king, and it is left by my deceased father.What's more, there is no military and political power, so he reluctantly puts on airs in front of local officials, and can only walk around when encountering officials with real power.

These are the big ones, and the small ones. The clan’s boa robes are made of large satin and are distinguished by color. Red, green, yellow, white, and black are the top five colors, also known as positive colors, purple, pink, blue, lake, Fragrant is one of the lower five colors, also known as the secondary color, so it’s fine if I can’t mix it with the most noble black, and I can’t even mix the other four main colors. It’s simply blue among the lower five colors. The status is evident.

Although I don't have any big ambitions, but during the holidays, I also hope to wear a black dress, even if I don't have real power, at least I can save face, right?Especially when you go to Beijing during the Chinese New Year, this blue python robe is mixed with all the black python robes, don't mention it's embarrassing to show too much!

Xiao Quji couldn't help but sigh.

No wonder my father always said before his death that the background given by his parents is called the background, and the country is what he built.

Sad, so sad.

At this time, Xu Beiyou naturally didn't know that there was a county king surnamed Xiao who was making up his own mind. He stayed in an inn as before. Unfortunately, it was close to the peony flowering period in the capital of God, and there were many tourists from all over the place to enjoy the flowers. The inn was full, so Xu Beiyou had to "share a room" with another person.

This man is an elderly Confucian scholar, his clothes have been washed white, it can be seen that he is not from a wealthy family, but he is in good spirits, obviously he is used to walking outside, unlike those pampered gentlemen.

Sitting on his bed, Xu Beiyou took out a copy of "Biography of Xilu" written by the great Confucian of the former dynasty from his rucksack. After the old Confucian scholar accidentally caught a glimpse, a smile bloomed on his originally slightly indifferent face, and asked in a gentle voice: "This little brother is also a scholar?"

Xu Beiyou raised his head and said with a smile, "You can't be regarded as a scholar, but you can only know a few words."

The old man was not like those poor and rotten Confucians, and said: "This "Biography and Xilu" written by Wang Wencheng is not something that can be understood with just a few words."

Xu Beiyou put down the book in his hand, "In this way, the old man must be a scholar."

The old man sighed, and said: "I have read this "Biography and Xilu" no less than five times, and memorized the so-called Thirteen Classics by heart. Unfortunately, until now, I haven't gained half of the fame, and I haven't read it with a noble spirit. I don’t even know if I’m a scholar or not.”

Xu Beiyou said: "Don't judge a hero by success or failure. Whether you study or not is not based on fame."

The old Confucian scholar, who was already in his sixtieth year of life, smiled knowingly, and said, "Little brother can see so clearly, I think he is also a scholar."

Xu Beiyou said with a smile: "I don't know if I'm a scholar or not, I just know that the two of us are a bit flattering to each other now."

The old Confucian scholar laughed heartily: "Only when everyone gathers firewood can the flames rise. The word reputation, to put it bluntly, means that if you praise me, I will praise you once. After a long time, you will naturally become famous."

Xu Beiyou gave a thumbs up, "The old man is truly insightful."

The old man waved his hand and said humbly: "It's not true knowledge, it's just that after living a long time, I understand some truths that young people don't understand."

Xu Beiyou took out a pot of unfinished snake gall wine from his rucksack, and said: "The wine is glutinous rice wine, and the gall is the gall of the silver ring snake, with some medicinal materials added. It's not a good wine. I made it myself. , old man, do you want to try it?"

The old man's eyes lit up, he picked up the teacup on the table, wiped it, and said: "That old man will be disrespectful."

Xu Beiyou filled a bowl for the old man. The old man picked it up and took a sip. He closed his eyes and savored it for a long time. He said softly, "The taste is full-bodied, and the smell of medicine is completely infiltrated into the wine. Although the quality of this wine is not very good, the method of making wine is very good. Bufan, little brother, who did you learn how to make wine from?"

Xu Beiyou slowly suppressed his smile, sighed and said, "It's a family heirloom."

The old Confucian scholar wandered for half his life, so he could see that he touched Xu Beiyou's sad matter, so he stopped mentioning it, and instead asked, "Where is the little brother from, and where are you going?"

Xu Beiyou didn't dare to talk too much, and said perfunctorily: "The boy is from Shanzhou. This time, I came to God's capital to see the peonies in the city. It can be regarded as a tour."

The old man drank the contents of the cup slowly with a bowl in his hand, nodded and said, "It's good to travel, it's good to travel. When you are young, you should walk around and broaden your horizons. The desert and yellow sand in the northwest, the vast grasslands outside the Great Wall, and the ten miles of Qinhuai River in the south of the Yangtze River. The riches and honors of the Eastern Capital..."

Speaking of this, there was a sudden gust of wind outside the window, and after a while, the sound of crackling raindrops was heard falling.

The words of the old Confucian scholar paused for a while, and then said: "One wind and one rain, but this peony will never be seen."

Xu Beiyou got up and went to the window, opened the window and looked.

It was really rainy and foggy outside, and the whole god seemed to be shrouded by a big curtain, and only some vague outlines could be vaguely seen in the darkness.

Xu Beiyou watched the rain scene for a while, and was about to close the window when he heard a rush of footsteps amidst the noisy rain.A little curious, he half-closed the window, leaving only a gap, and looked out through the gap, and saw about twenty people, wearing bamboo hats and coir raincoats, sprinting past the empty street.

Xu Beiyou's heart skipped a beat, secretly guarding the mansion.

As Xu Beiyou gradually learned about various secrets of the practice world, he also re-acquainted with the Dark Guard Mansion.

At first, he thought that the Anwei Mansion was a yamen, but later he learned that the Anwei Mansion belonged to the "Nine Streams", and it was also a sect in the world of practice.

The reason why the Anwei Mansion is considered a sect in the practice world is because the Anwei Mansion has a cultivation system that has been passed down for thousands of years. Xiao Lin, the founding official of Dazheng, was also the ancestor of the Xiao family who was posthumously named Emperor Jing.

The difference from other sects is that the Dark Guard House can be said to be the sect with the largest number of people. It is famous for its 20 secret guards to spy on the world, even the Taoist sect with [-] disciples is hard to compare.Moreover, the internal organizational system of the Dark Guard Mansion also refers to the military system, from the captain to the governor, they are almost exactly the same. From this point of view, the Dark Guard Mansion is almost an army, a special army used by the imperial court to restrict and monitor the cultivation world .

This is why the Dark Guard Mansion can form its own system independently of the cabinet and the governor.

At this moment, the old man had already drank all the wine in the bowl, and he felt a little drunk, and asked: "The one who passed by from outside just now was the hidden guard?"

Xu Beiyou was slightly surprised, but still nodded.

The old scholar let out a hesitation, "Dark Guard, everyone in the world knows Duanmu Ruicheng, the governor of the Dark Guard Mansion, is terrible, but they don't know that the two assistants are first-class jackals, little brother, do you understand the reason for this?"

Xu Beiyou said with a solemn expression: "I hope the old man will not hesitate to explain."

The old man chuckled, and said: "Thinking about it, my little brother also knows that there are monks who come and go in this world. These monks are self-contained, and they are called the world of practice. The three governors of the Dark Guard Mansion, the palm-printed governors are for the court. Zuo Dudu Fu Zhongtian is the spokesperson of the Dark Guard Mansion in the practice circle, and is known as the master of the Dark Guard Mansion. As for the other right governor, Wei Wuji, he is vicious and unscrupulous, so he has the nickname of "Personal Cat". , between Duanmu Ruisheng and Fu Zhongtian, half temple and half rivers and lakes."

Xu Beiyou narrowed his eyes, "The old man does not seem to be an ordinary person."

The old Confucian scholar smiled, "To each other, as the saying goes, why should we have known each other before we met? You and I met by accident, and after saying goodbye, we may not see each other again in this life. Why bother to ask the bottom line?"

Xu Beiyou was silent for a moment, then picked up the jug and filled a bowl for the old Confucian scholar, "Since this is the case, it is fate to meet, and there is wine."

The old man took the wine bowl and said with a smile: "That is, put it in the wine and drink it."

(End of this chapter)