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Chapter 134 Return to the Capital

At the end of the fifteenth year of Jingming Dynasty.

Li Zhen was wearing a Taoist robe that had become tattered again.

I don’t know when the Xiaoyao scarf on my head will be chased by the wind and go away.

Holding hands with Erqing, whose fur was becoming more and more shiny, he stood under the huge city.

He looked up at the four characters "Shangluojing City".

In my heart, I felt some unspeakable emotions.

"In the eleventh year of Shengong, Pindao left Beijing and went to the north of Beijing. It has been a rough journey for sixteen years."

"Now that I'm back, it's the end of Jingming's fifteenth year."

"Sixteen years of time!"

He lowered his head and sighed, patting Erqing's plush head.

There was a crisp sound of a copper bell shaking.

"You know what this means?"

Er Qing turned his head.

A pair of big watery eyes were filled with confusion.

In addition to eating and sleeping, its life is spent carrying its owner on the road.

The passage of time is what people say.

For a cow, it doesn't make much sense.

It doesn’t understand it now, but maybe it will understand it in the future.

"What a fool."

The corners of Li Zhen's mouth twitched slightly, feeling bored.

The emotions that had been brewing in my heart for a long time were mostly dissipated in front of this disgraceful cow.

After raising her for so many years, she is still so ignorant.

tired.

It's better to go back and kill the meat and eat it.

But then again, it seems that Taoist priests cannot eat beef?

Li Zhen thought for a while and gave up the idea.

Although he has never been punished excessively, he is not a serious Taoist priest.

But for the sake of Taoist Qingsong, who has been dead for many years, let him go.

Entered the city.

There are so many people coming and going, and it is still so prosperous.

Never seen before, there are so many changes.

Just walking among them, Li Zhen felt like he was in another world.

[You have read thousands of sails, and you are still a young man when you come back. Seeing all the prosperity in the world, your mood has improved slightly]

[Look at the word a hundred times, and its meaning will appear on its own. You will suddenly understand the secret of the word "Feng", uncover a corner of the mysterious world, and vaguely discover new mysteries]

Inspiration sublimates and spirit transcends.

He seemed to have glimpsed something unusual in this ordinary world.

It whirls and closes at the first touch, exhaling a long breath of turbid air.

Li Zhen's eyes flashed with visible joy.

Think carefully about what you have earned in this line of work.

In the Xiantian Palace, he gained insight into the secret of spiritual power and embarked on the path of spiritual practice.

Along the way, the cultivation of the foundation-building realm will be complete.

But at this time, there was some unexpected gain.

Using a secret handwriting on the jade pendant as a guide, I faintly touched the edge of the legendary talisman.

In this way, it can be said that the harvest is full.

"Go home."

Li Zhensui patted Er Qing again and strode forward.

Er Qing shook his head and followed closely.

Shaking his head, he was also a little excited.

Of course, it doesn't quite understand what home is.

It just couldn't wait to find the big eagle that hurt it back then.

Prove to it that its Erqing is no longer what it used to be.

He is no longer the weakling he once was!

Oh, and I don’t know how that little thing Sanhua is doing now.

Gradually, the figures of one person and one cow disappeared into the vast sea of ​​people.

Upstairs at the city gate.

Sixteen years have passed, and people are approaching their old age. Even Chen Shun, his grandson, can play soy sauce.

At this time, he was still an ordinary city gate general.

Although there has been a lot of profit and success over the years, the dream back then has turned into nothing.

Yes, no matter how diligent he is in his duties.

But how can His Majesty, who is high up in the palace, see it?

So he became disheartened and gradually fell into decline.

Come and have some Mao at three poles in the morning, and spend the rest of the time drinking some wine and listening to some tunes.

Isn't he comfortable in days like this?

Why bother, looking for trouble yourself?

Today is another ordinary day like every other day.

Chen Shun staggered up to the city gate tower with the smell of alcohol that had not dissipated from last night.

His eyes glanced down casually.

Among the people coming and going, a figure was deeply engraved in his mind and he has never forgotten it for sixteen years.

Suddenly, it exploded in his heart like thunder.

His whole body was suddenly trembling.

Rubbing his eyes, he looked down again.

But he saw that figure submerged in the sea of ​​people, leaving only half of the back of the green bull wagging its tail.

"That's right, it's him!"

"Sixteen years have passed, and Dao Changqian is finally back. I've had such a hard time waiting for you, woo woo woo."

Two lines of clear tears fell from his eyes involuntarily.

But after a moment, Chen Shun waved his hand on his face and laughed:

"Somebody come!"

"If you don't prepare a horse for me, I will go to see Your Majesty in person."

It was clear that he was the first to discover that Grandmaster Li had left, but in the end, the messenger boy got the most credit. He still remembers clearly.

This time, Chen Shun decided to go on his own.

Seeing their boss crying and laughing, the city gate guards didn't know what to do.

After a moment, he looked at the figure on horseback galloping away.

All that was left was confusion.

Xianming Mountain is still the same Xianming Mountain.

Just looking from a distance, there are far fewer pilgrims coming and going.

Perhaps it was because of the great rise of Confucianism in the capital.

As one of the main participants in offering incense, the candidates turned their heads to pay homage to Wenquxing.

Or maybe it's because Dazhou has resolutely cracked down on illegal Buddhist believers in recent years.

Although there are Taoist temples on the mountain, they have been affected to some extent.

Li Zhen didn't care about this either.

After all, he is just a guest on this mountain.

But he is not the owner of this mountain. It's not his turn to worry about all this yet.

Stroll to the Jiejian Monument erected that year.

The once sharp handwriting has become much blurred by wind, frost, rain, snow and time.

But I can still see clearly, but I don't know how long I can hold on.

Ten years, a hundred years. Or hundreds of years?

As time goes by, there will always be people to witness.

No one can pull out the long sword stuck on it.

The connection between the sword blade and the scabbard was already mottled with rust.

The hilt of the sword, on the other hand, is still brand new.

This shows that from time to time someone will try it.

is a good thing.

Li Zhen also looked forward to the day when someone would pull it out.

He inherited the Shengtian Sword Technique that he found very amazing.

See, the complete Sword Twenty-Two.

"I hope I can get my wish in my lifetime."

Leave this sentence behind.

Li Zhen followed Er Qing, who was already impatient, up the mountain.

Avoid the few pedestrians and walk all the way.

From a distance, Li Zhen saw the tip of the Chuixiang Tower.

Then, it slowly enlarged in front of my eyes.

Completely exposed in sight.

I thought that only Zi Zi was left in this empty building.

The lotus pond in the front courtyard should be filled with snow and a little deserted.

But it turned out not to be the case.

Very clean.

Li Zhen forgot, even when he was there.

The main force in cleaning the yard has always been nature.

As for him?

Hehe, it’s just the one who shouted the loudest.

At the end of the road leading to the Chuixiang Tower in the forest, a wooden sign was hung high at some point.

It said: Confucian scholars and dogs are not allowed to enter, eight extremely insulting words.

Judging from the handwriting, it is a natural handwriting.

Li Zhen was a little silent and looked strange.

I don’t know what happened in the years since he left?

It actually made Zi Zi, who used to have a peaceful temperament and never cause trouble, write such handwriting.

If it hadn't really offended her, it would never have been like this.

Li Zhen made such a judgment in his heart.

He smiled slightly and didn't take it to heart.

They are just some rotten Confucian scholars. They just scold them, so what can they do?

Not convinced?

If you don't accept it, come and talk to Pindao!

Pindao will talk to you personally.

Leaving this handwriting behind, Li Zhen walked into the courtyard and stepped on the covered bridge over the lotus pond.

I looked into the frozen pool, but I didn't see Changsheng's figure.

Maybe he was hibernating, so he didn't look for it in a hurry.

There will be a long time to come, so I will study it slowly.

Gently push open the pavilion door.

A gust of cold wind blew the candlelight swaying on the table.

The woman in front of the table, who looked a bit older, frowned slightly.

She thought to herself that the wind outside was really strong today, and she blew the door open again.

He stood up slowly, but didn't want to take his eyes off the book in his hand.

And at a certain moment, she seemed to notice something was wrong.

When he suddenly raised his head, the object in his hand suddenly fell down.

Looking at the person in front of him blankly, his eyes became moist in an instant.

"Taoist priest~"

"You are back."

Li Zhen looked at the man who was much older than he had been many years ago, and there was a natural look on his face that could not hide his tiredness.

There is some pity, some self-blame, and some complaint in my heart.

But in the end, it turned into a gentle word on the lips:

"came back."

Although Li Zhen kept a low profile all the way.

But the news of his return to Beijing was still discovered.

The first person to know was Chen Shun.

The second one is the current emperor of Zhou Dynasty: Zhao Ping.

After learning the news, he was silent for a long time.

In the end, he dismissed several great scholars who were discussing knowledge with him.

Ride the chariot and go straight to Xianming Mountain.

Zhao Ping didn't care about the warriors in the world, and regarded them as the cysts of the country.

However, he could not look at Li Zhen in the same way.

Because when he was young, Li Zhen also took care of him like a teacher.

Respect for teachers.

This is the core Confucian concept that he has been strongly promoting since he came to power.

If even Zhao Ping himself doesn’t care, how should the Confucian students below look at it?

So, he had to come.

But he couldn't get in.

Standing in the yard, feeling the cold wind, I was rejected.

Eunuch Yu, who replaced Zhao Gao and became the general manager of the palace, looked very unhappy.

He had never experienced Li Zhen's era and only knew who he was from a few words.

Some admiration, but not much, let alone respect.

In his eyes, the emperor is the master of the world.

How can a host wait for guests outside the door?

Eunuch Yu wanted to kick open the door and pull out the arrogant old man.

However, he was stopped by the emperor's look and retreated to the back.

Half an hour later.

Eunuch Yu couldn't help but stepped forward and asked Zi Ziran who was waiting with them.

Naturally, she glanced at him lightly and said calmly:

"The Taoist priest has returned from a long journey and has just gone to bed. Your Majesty may wish to come back another day."

Eunuch Yu felt that he was being ignored, a gesture he had never seen before in the palace.

How arrogant, how arrogant!

He felt that he had been insulted and wanted to slap this old Taoist nun who had no sense of superiority and inferiority hard to make her remember.

But with Chen Ping's cold words, Eunuch Yu reluctantly retreated.

As the emperor of Zhou Dynasty, he said:

"Wait!"

(End of this chapter)