Do you think I look like a fairy?

Chapter 224

Seeing this, and hearing what Wei Yi said, the old man Yehe couldn't help showing a smile:
"Fellow Daoists are well-informed, this is indeed the supernatural power of our Confucian sect."

"It's just that the old man has been immersed in it for decades, and he has spent many years without gaining much. He is really stupid~"

While talking like this, the old man Yehe was still looking at a group of swimming fish in Tanzhong.

All I saw was a golden arowana suddenly appeared among the cyan and black fish.

The two long beards are like the beards of a dragon, and the gleaming golden scales are very majestic. Although they don't have the shape of a dragon, they have the power of a dragon.

And behind him, there are several black fishes that have become bigger.

It was these few fish who just competed for the lotus. Obviously, it was the power in the lotus that helped them achieve something.

Listening to the old master in front of him speaking like Versailles, Wei Yi shook his head involuntarily:

"If stupidity can achieve this, how many people in the world can't even be stupid."

"What Pindao didn't expect is that there are still sub-sages in the Imperial College. This is quite surprising."

After finishing speaking, Wei Yi waved to the lotus flowers in the middle of the small rock pool.

next moment.

I only saw the flowers bloom and fall, and in an instant, there were only a few lotus pods swaying on the water, emerging from the mud without being stained.

The pure white water droplets are rippling on it, but they are still like pearls, grainy and grainy.

"Friends of Daoism, let's have a taste~"

"This is the most elite variety that Pindao picked from Yuzhou, and it can be regarded as a local tribute."

After saying that, Wei Yi opened a lotus pod and saw that the lotus pods were like pearls.

Crystal clear and extremely fragrant.

Seeing this look, and seeing that the lotus seeds in front of him are so high-quality, the old man Yehe couldn't help it:

"It turned out to be a tribute from the palace?"

"The life of fellow Taoist is really enviable. I have lived for so long, but I really haven't tasted many tributes."

"I don't like to eat, drink, bend my arms and sleep on it... This kind of life, I actually don't like it that much."

Blame those unfilial children and grandchildren.

The purpose of the old man in the Imperial College is to provide for the elderly, but in the end he didn't know how to contribute all the good things.

Not only can't enjoy it day by day, but you have to work in it, and you have to grow your own vegetables, which is really unfilial.

Opening a lotus pod casually, putting it in his mouth to taste, the old man Yehe nodded involuntarily:
"Yeah, it's really a good thing."

"This kind of game, the old man really has never tasted it."

While talking, his hands-on speed became faster, and he seemed to be a top-level gourmet.

There are only a dozen lotus pods.

It looks like a lot, but there is not much in it.

After waiting for the freshness of tasting, the old man Yehe explained leisurely:

"In fact, the old man also wants to go on a tour of the world and experience the customs of this world, but there is no other person who can take action in this Imperial College."

"No one is guarding here, I am afraid that the Confucianism, Taoism and cultural movement in the Guozijian will fall apart~"

"After all, now that hundreds of schools of thought appear one after another, who knows if there is such a guy with evil intentions?"

While talking, the old man Yehe couldn't help but looked up at Wei Yi, and then said with a deep expression:

"After all, the Zongheng family entered the capital ten years ago, and the Emperor personally welcomed them into the palace to have a chat."

"If the old man doesn't sit here well, maybe our Confucianism will be suppressed unknowingly someday."

"Hmph... the Strategist has such a criminal record!"

At the end, the old man Yehe couldn't help blowing his beard and staring, looking very upset.

Judging by his appearance, he seems to have suffered at the hands of strategists.

Seeing the old man blowing his beard and staring, Wei Yi understood that this topic seemed to be impossible to continue.

Then he quickly changed the subject:
"By the way, I don't know if that Mr. Qian is in the Guozijian for the sacrificial wine in the Guozijian?"

"Pindao came here this time just to visit him. After all, we had a lot of fate in Qingzhou before."

"It's hard to come to Kyoto, so naturally I have to visit this old friend."

Although the relationship between this great Confucianist and him is not very good, at least I have mentioned him a few words.

So the two parties are related.

However, when the old master on the opposite side heard it, his beard almost crooked:

"The sacrificial wine of the Imperial College? Repay Mr. Qian?"

"Isn't that small money!"

Wei Yi's words seemed to be on the point, but the old master was eloquent.

And the more he talked, the more angry he became, as if he wanted to stand up and go to him directly:
"This little guy is very prestigious now. He has become the famous sacrificial wine of our Imperial College. Now he is amazing. He even dares to interfere with the succession of the throne."

"The one who studied under the old man back then was the most incompetent one, heh!"

"I don't study well all day long, but I just like to do this and that. How about it? In the end, which one of his senior brothers is not as successful as him?"

"That is to say, our Guozijian doesn't need to be too high-level to offer wine, so he was selected as the one with the lowest knowledge to take care of the matter."

"Not good enough, this is really too bad."

"It's outrageous, it's really outrageous!"

The more he talked, the more angry he became, the more he talked, the more angry he became, until the end, the old master couldn't help standing up, and walked back and forth between the small gazebo with his hands behind his back.

Looking at his appearance, he is a vivid image of an old master who hates iron but not steel:

"Tell me what he thinks?"

"With his little ability, he dares to participate in the change of imperial power?"

"It's not a big deal, but a big heart!"

The old master couldn't help but get angry with him.

And at this time, the old master asked Wei Yi, as if he wanted to find someone to judge:
"Fellow Daoist, you are an outsider, you have the right to speak about this matter, please tell me."

"What the old man told them when he taught them was to let them study hard. Can we meddle in the change of imperial power?"

"Even the old man dare not speak casually, for fear of offending the Emperor."

"He dared to say anything, and he even dared to do things, but now he is going around to connect with important ministers in various states."

"Do you think he is giving the old man eye drops?"

"Originally, with the changes of the times, the emperor had the idea of ​​wanting to change the structure of the imperial court."

"Okay now, this is giving up the opportunity, this is blunt nonsense."

At the end, the old master couldn't help but sighed, and the whole person seemed to sit down weakly:

"How do you think the old man taught such an unfilial son?"

"Master's door is unfortunate, teacher's door is unfortunate!"

"If you let the teacher know about this, why don't you come to trouble the old man with his one-foot-long ruler."

"What an unfilial son!"

Wei Yi didn't sound like a big deal at first, but after hearing the latter, his expression gradually changed.

What is a ruler that is one foot long?
Whose ruler is one foot long?

Besides, such a long thing is not a ruler, but a bolt of the city gate.

Who would hit someone with this thing?
But... the old master's teacher is still alive?

Then he is so happy~
Thinking of this, the corner of Wei Yi's mouth couldn't help but twitched fiercely.

Just kidding, if he lived to be a thousand and eight hundred years old, and the master was beating him with a ruler behind him, he would definitely find a crack in the ground and slip down.

But hearing what the old master said, Wei Yi couldn't help persuading him:
"Fellow Daoist, don't be too angry."

"After all, it's a done deal now. He has done what he should do after so many years. It's too late to say at this time."

"Besides, what does the Human Sovereign think, so what room do we have to resist?"

"Anyway, judging from the current situation, it won't be long before the court will make such big moves."

"It will not be easy to think about stability at that time. It is better to push the boat and see to what extent it can be achieved."

"Anyway, judging from the current situation, it is impossible for the imperial power to change in a short period of time."

"When opportunities come, someone needs to be suppressed. Now the emperor is definitely thinking about a bigger situation."

"Let's just be ourselves. If we think too much, there will always be a kind of mental burden."

Speaking of this, Wei Yi took out a few gourd pills and placed them on the plate on the table:

"Come, come, fellow daoist, try this."

"This is the Baiguo Pill that Pindao collected countless kinds of fruits and refined. It tastes delicious."

It's okay if Wei Yi doesn't persuade him, but as soon as he said the words, the expression of the old man Yehe became even uglier.

This is so true.

In ordinary times, Confucianism, Confucianism, can be said to be an important guarantee for maintaining national stability.

But once there is a real fight, once there is a real plan, it depends on the military strategists, strategists, and famous advisers.

That is the ancestor of the real war.

Thinking of the end, the old man Yehe couldn't help but feel a little frustrated:
"Oh, what a crime."

"When he comes back this time, the old man will definitely lock him into the Sutra Pavilion, and give him a good sobriety."

Angrily said a few harsh words, the old master's attention could not help but be attracted by the few gourd pills in front of Wei Yi.

He casually picked up a light blue pill that looked like gold but not gold, and jade but not jade, and observed it in front of his eyes:

"Fellow Daoist is really a good method."

"There are quite a few pharmacists in the imperial court, but there are very few real masters of alchemy."

"Although the old man knows a little about medicine, he doesn't know anything about such things as alchemy."

"This old man has to take a good look~"

While speaking, he put the pill in his hand into his mouth.

Although the egg blue elixir looks very hard, it does have the characteristic of melting in the mouth.

The moment it was put into the mouth, it turned into countless dense breaths, which were swallowed by the old master:
"okay!"

The old master clapped his hands and sighed softly:
"The heat is well controlled."

"All kinds of flavors in it, the fragrance of passion fruit can be said to be completely infiltrated in it."

"You can see the whole picture at a glance. The method of alchemy and the heat of alchemy are really amazing."

Technical talents are scarce in any era.

Hearing the old master's praise, Wei Yi also waved his hands, and said modestly:

"It's just a random thing."

"I can't be so praised by a fellow Taoist."

Speaking of this, Wei Yi couldn't help but get serious, and then said to the old master with some seriousness:
"Since Mr. Qian has gone to lobby everywhere, then the poor Taoist will come to visit again when he has time."

"However, the most important thing for Pindao to come to Kyoto this time is to get the ambergris from the Emperor's Palace."

"Nowadays, Pindao doesn't have many familiar friends in the capital, and Hongyu is also missing at the moment."

"So, now, Pindao can only send his ideas to your old man. I wonder if you can give me some advice?"

It would be stupid not to.

Although it is said that the imperial court recruits strange people and strange people, maybe the Emperor Ren Huang personally participates in it, but is that still a circle?
There is a real high-level figure in the Confucian sect here in front of him, and he is also a living sub-sage at the level of fetal breath supernatural power.

This kind of character just opened his mouth casually and said a few words, isn't that better than others?
Sometimes, a random stepping stone can determine many things.

Hearing Wei Yi's words, the old master, who was savoring all kinds of flavors, couldn't help being stunned:
"Amberx? What does Fellow Daoist need that thing for?"

Just saying this casually, the old master couldn't help but fell into thinking, as if he was thinking about something.

After a while he seemed to think of something, then he raised his head and said to Wei Yi:
"This ambergris is actually not a good thing in the palace. It can be said to be everywhere."

"However, the ambergris that can grow steadily and steadily is different."

"According to the old man's knowledge, there seems to be a piece of ambergris that has not been eradicated for thousands of years in the imperial garden."

"Those old fellows from the Tai Hospital seem to have stayed here to test the medicine. If they go, they should be able to get some from the Royal Garden."

Ambergris, as the name suggests, is a grass contaminated with dragon spirit.

The grass that can be contaminated with dragon energy and then survive naturally has the characteristics of dragon energy.

But the problem is that these things are indeed weeds for the royal garden of the palace.

After all, although this thing is famous, there are really few herbs that can be used.

No, I got the answer directly by asking the old master, but upon hearing this, Wei Yi couldn't help saying:

"Going to the Royal Garden? I wonder if the old man can get some?"

Hearing what Wei Yi said, the old master couldn't help but shook his head, and then said slowly:
"You can't enter this palace at will, nor can anyone just take things out of it."

"But at this time there just happened to be an opportunity."

"If you can grasp it, you may be able to get a bigger surprise from the garden."

Hearing this, Wei Yi couldn't help asking:
"what chance?"

The old master looked at the eastern sky, and then said leisurely:
"August [-]th, Mid-Autumn Festival feast!"

(End of this chapter)