Dao Fruit

"Everyone, please drink this cup."

That night, the Meng family held a banquet, and all the prominent figures in Daizhou City were present to welcome the military master who returned from the north.

The military master, the classics of Wencheng, refers to Qiu Yan.

The term "military master" was not initiated by the Meng family, but was called out by several military generals who attended the banquet. These people usually have hostility towards officials and Confucian scholars, but in front of Qiu Yan, they are respectful and respectful, which makes others amazed.

As for the Meng family, in addition to the younger generation Meng Bufan and others, even the head of the Meng family, Meng Qingyan, was present to accompany him, reflecting the importance they attached to Qiu Yan.

Then, there was a clinking of cups, singing and dancing, and the guests and hosts were all happy.

Before long, the attendees were busy trying to establish friendships and contacts. This kind of occasion was an opportunity. The merchants in the city were trying their best to squeeze in. The reason was not entirely because of Qiu Yan's reputation, but also to get in touch with more people.

However, after they arrived at the banquet, they saw the attitude of the Meng family towards Qiu Yan, and they saw the clues, and they were busy trying to establish some friendships with Qiu Yan.

Qiu Yan smiled at the kindness of others. He did not have the airs of an official, but there was a faint majesty in his gestures. He was regarded as a master by others, which was not something that ordinary people could bear for a long time. Often, after a few words with him, sweat would slowly drip down, and finally find an excuse to leave.

However, such a scene did not make Qiu Yan look aloof, but made the people participating in the banquet respect him more and feel awe in their hearts.

"I have heard from Meng Ting about the matter of Yan Zhuangshi. He really can't be blamed for this matter. Besides, it was you, the editor, who came forward. This face must be given by my Meng family."

During the interval of the banquet. Meng Qingyan talked with Qiu Yan about what happened on the road. Yan Yongjie was also beside him. This big man from Yan was still a little restrained at the beginning of the banquet, but as time went on, his generous temperament gradually prevailed. Not long after, he got along with everyone. Those people vaguely knew the relationship between him and Qiu Yan, and they also flattered him.

After three rounds of wine. Yan Yongjie was still not drunk at all. When he heard Qiu Yan talking about his own affairs with the head of the Meng family, he came up.

Qiu Yan came forward to help him plead, Yan Yongjie certainly would not be ungrateful, and he also knew that it was time to express his position, so he held a bowl of wine and said: "Meng, I am grateful for your generosity. Yan will keep it in mind. I am a rough man, and I will thank you with this wine. I will not refuse if it is useful in the future." After saying that. All in one word.

"Mr. Yan is a big drinker. I can't hold my liquor, so I can only express my gratitude." When Meng Qingyan didn't speak, he was intimidating. But he was also very familiar with making friends with others. At this time, he picked up a small wine glass. He also drank it all in one gulp.

He, the head of the Meng family, was of the same generation as Meng Qingbin and Meng Qingluo, but he was from the eldest branch of the family. His status was inherited from his father and he had his own talents. Meng Qingbin and others were officials in the court, and he presided over many affairs and industries at home. The cooperation between the inside and the outside was quite tacit, which made the Meng family have a sign of prosperity. This time, Meng Qingbin made the decision to make friends with Qiu Yan. He was still hesitant, but when the news from the grassland came one after another, he immediately changed his attitude and became more positive than Meng Qingbin.

This is no wonder. The position of the Meng family determined that they were more sensitive to the news of the grassland, and the slightest movement on the grassland was also related to the Meng family's industry. How could they not care?

Qiu Yan's aura as a master was enough for him to make friends, and now that he had established influence on the grassland, he couldn't let him go.

So when he spoke, he obviously lowered his posture a lot.

As he spoke, Meng Qingyan thought of something and said, "By the way, the thief caught by the editor has been compared with the wanted list of the government. It is the old man who asks for poison among the Tiangang Disha thieves."

"It's really this person!" Yan Yongjie frowned, "I have heard of the name of Tiangang Disha for a long time. Under the banner of acting on behalf of heaven, they accept everyone who comes. They can be said to be mixed with good and bad people, including some extremely treacherous and evil people. But once they go to the mountains and become bandits, they immediately transform themselves into heroes who plead for the people."

Listening to the conversation between the two, Qiu Yan asked, "Does this old man ask for poison have any deeds?" He had heard that the old man didn't seem to be a cultivator in the cultivation world, but a martial arts person.

Qiu Yan had noticed this when they fought in the forest. At that time, the old man who was seeking Gu mostly used Gu techniques and escape techniques, and his own magical powers were not that great. To be honest, he was more like a witch among the swamp people.

"Xiuzhuan, it's normal that you don't know this person," Meng Qingyan was not surprised when he heard this. "When he was young, he was a big bandit. He committed countless murders. After being wanted by the government, he disappeared for decades. When he reappeared, he practiced a strange and dangerous witchcraft technique, stirring up trouble and causing a lot of turmoil in several towns. Finally, he was surrounded by the government soldiers. With nowhere to go, he turned to Tiangang Disha and saved his life. I didn't expect that he didn't know what was good for him this time. He wanted to ambush Xiuzhuan and was taken down directly."

"I see." Qiu Yan nodded, without revealing Meng Qingyan's thoughts. In fact, the target of the old man who was seeking Gu this time was most likely the people in Meng Mansion.

Across from him, Meng Qingyan seemed to be hesitant to speak. Qiu Yan's eyes moved slightly, and he said, "Mr. Meng, if you have something to say, just say it."

"Okay," Meng Qingyan took a deep breath and said, "In my opinion, you might as well hand over the old man to the government and let the court deal with him. You don't have to keep him around. To be honest, the power of the Tiangang Disha is really not small. Even the government has some concerns. If they know about it, it will inevitably cause trouble. Although you are not afraid, you will be annoyed."

This is a more tactful statement. In fact, it means that if you provoke the Tiangang Disha, there will be trouble.

Qiu Yan nodded and said, "I understand your good intentions. I won't hide it from you. I have some grudges with the Tiangang Disha. It's the same whether there is the old man or not. There is no need to worry too much."

Meng Qingyan knew what he meant when he heard it, so he didn't say much.

At the same time, other people came to meet Qiu Yan, including some students and scholars who were studying in Daizhou, looking like they were asking for advice.

It is worth mentioning that Meng Bufan, who was responsible for welcoming Qiu Yan before, was the son of Meng Qingyan. The younger generation of the Meng family, who were still in Daizhou, attended the banquet, but there was no doubt that Meng Bufan was the center of the younger generation.

Now, in addition to the younger generation of the Meng family, there were several young students with good temperaments around Meng Bufan, who were talking to Meng Bufan. What they mentioned was related to Qiu Yan.

"Brother Meng, you have already contacted Xiuzhuan. What is your impression of him?"

"Yes, this time the Meng Mansion summoned us here, saying that Xiuzhuan would give lectures here. I really hope to learn something."

"The top scholar of the court, Wencheng classics, must be first-class in knowledge, but sometimes he is very knowledgeable, but he may not be willing to pass it on. After all, we are not his disciples..."

These people talked one after another, but what they talked about was tomorrow's lecture. Their words revealed their worries.

However, what they were worried about was not groundless.

The arrangement of the Meng Mansion this time has long been known to everyone in the city. It is no small matter to let a master-level figure give lectures, but many students are not very interested. They do not doubt Qiu Yan's talent, but they are worried that Qiu Yan is unwilling to pass on his experience and insights. In this way, the two-day lecture may be a waste of time.

What's more, if Qiu Yan is deliberately doing something bad, pretending to be devoted to teaching, but teaching some wrong principles, it will invisibly cause them a lot of hidden dangers. Of course, this possibility is extremely small. After all, there is no grudge, so there is no need to harm others.

"I think you worry too much," Meng Bufan disagreed, "Do you know who is going to Hebei Road to pick up the editor this time?"

"Isn't it Meng Weiwei Lao Si." A Confucian scholar who is familiar with the Meng Mansion immediately answered.

The Confucian scholars who can be present today have a very important background. They can be counted in the Daizhou Prefecture and even the surrounding prefectures and counties.

Many of them were born in wealthy families, and the worst were also from scholarly families. They had teachers to guide and teach them from childhood to adulthood, and under the subtle influence of their families, they also valued this very much. So when they encountered such an opportunity as Qiu Yan, they half-voluntarily and half-forced to participate even though they knew that the possibility was not great.

"Since you know that it is the sixth brother who came forward, you should also know the ambition of the sixth brother. He asked a lot of questions from the editor on the way, and he got responses one by one, and gained a lot. If you don't believe it..." Meng Bufan looked at the people in front of him and smiled, "You can wait until after the banquet and ask him in person."

"Is it really so?" The others were skeptical, but still had a little hope. Meng Wei was a child of the Meng family, but he was unwilling to be ordinary since he was a child and was very studious. Many people knew this. Not long ago, there was a storm in the Meng family. Someone came to compete in literature, and in the end, Meng Wei stood up and defeated the enemy in one fell swoop, which was amazing.

However, no matter what, the slavery is there. In everyone's opinion, if Qiu Yan is willing to instruct even slaves, then they should also have a chance.

As they talked and chatted, time gradually slipped away. As the night deepened, the banquet finally dispersed, and Qiu Yan returned to his wing room to rest.

The originally lively hall immediately became deserted. Only a few servants were cleaning up. Among them, one was thinking secretly while cleaning up.

"If it is true as the Sixth Young Master said, the editor-in-chief teaches everyone, then do I have a chance too? If I can seize this opportunity..."

As he thought about it, the servant soon had only one sentence left in his heart -

"What kind of person is the editor-in-chief?" (To be continued...)

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