The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 141 The old man has a glass of wine, and the three-line number puzzle (for subscription)

500 years ago, the cold wind howled and swept across the earth, and the snow foam on the roofs of the town's buildings rose and fell.

A two-story inn facing the street was deserted, and there were only two tables of guests eating wine.

In the backyard of the inn, in a square patio, "Ji Pingan", who has not yet become a national teacher, is dressed in sackcloth, with a thin body and a young and expressionless face. In a tub full of cups and plates.

"Enough is enough! It will be cold if you pour it again!"

Squatting beside the huge wooden basin was a half-grown boy who was about his age, with messy hair tied into a bun on the top of his head.

At this moment, he was testing the water temperature with one hand, and covered his face with the other hand, bluffing and shouting.

White water vapor rose and quickly condensed into a cold mist.

"Ji Pingan" looked at the half-grown boy who had not yet become a god emperor, and said:

"Who made you insist on dragging me to eat Bawang's meal? After paying the bill, you said that you have no money, and let me and you wash the dishes here to pay off the debt."

With a hippie smile on his face, the Emperor moved his butt to make way for a position, threw another rag, and said confidently:
"Aren't you happy to eat too?"

"Ji Pingan" with a dark face, squatted down and soaked his hands in the warm water basin, wiped the dishes, and listened to the God Emperor beside him rambling:
"I can't help it. I don't have any money. I said that I was stolen by a thief on the road. It's snowing and winter, and we have no place to beg for food. Why don't we take advantage of our decent appearance and have a meal?
"It's not enough to be a beggar and try to cheat, and I've seen people right. The innkeeper's daughter is kind-hearted at first glance. It's not a big problem. Look, even if we are asked to wash the dishes, we are also given hot water. "

"Ji Ping'an" said: "That's because cold water can't wash it clean..."

But after all, he didn't continue talking.

In this year, the imperial court was in a state of incompetence, local turmoil, disaster victims everywhere, he walked out of the mountain village, only to bump into this familiar guy.

Claiming that he wants to enter the rivers and lakes and make a big career, he said that he is a good person, and he thinks he is a man who can be made, so he dragged him into the gang desperately, but in the end, there were only two pitiful people in the whole gang.

He also said that to celebrate joining the group, please eat by yourself.

As a result... In my previous life, the imposing Master Liyang, the invincible powerhouse famous in the entire practice world, was forced to wash dishes here...

Wouldn't it be laughable if the old friends from back then knew about it?
In silence, the two finished washing the dishes, and the water was also cold at this time.

The curtain of the inn was lifted, and a young girl in cotton-padded clothes, a square scarf, and slightly rolled-up cuffs came over, with a pretty melon-seeded face, glanced at the two of them with disgust, and said:

"Has it been washed?"

The Emperor of God smiled: "It's clean, if you don't believe me, you can smell it."

"Get lost." Pei Sanniang spat.

At this time, I was not very old, but I tried to pretend to be mature, looked at the hands of the two people who were red from the cold, and said:
"Okay, move the things into the back kitchen, and then come over for dinner."

There is also food... "Ji Pingan" and the Emperor looked at each other, a little pleasantly surprised.

The two later generations who created the entire Great Zhou Empire single-handedly put the things back together, then wiped their hands, and sat down at a square table in the back kitchen eagerly.

There were plates of dishes on the table, "Ji Pingan" said curiously:

"So rich? What's left from the guests?"

But these days, how could someone waste food like this?
Pei Sanniang sighed, her pretty face darkened, and cursed in a low voice:

"It's an official servant, a bastard who comes to eat and drink."

The two people who were insinuated were filled with righteous indignation and scolded the subordinate officials. These days, the subordinate officials are a tyrant in the countryside. How can they get money for meals?
Only this kind of people will waste food at will.

"It's cheaper for you two." Pei Sanniang said suspiciously.

He turned his head again, went to the counter, opened the third cabinet door on the left, took out a sieve with a net, and opened the second pottery vat on the right sideways. Jug of wine.

He walked over with a dark face, put it on the table with a "boom", and said:
"Yours."

And wine... The Emperor's eyes lit up.

Is this because they thought we were freezing outside, so they warmed up? ..."Ji Ping'an" thought about it, and couldn't help but ask:
"The old shopkeeper won't be angry when he sees it."

The shopkeeper of this inn was surnamed Pei, and he was the chief culprit who drove them away to wash the dishes.

Pei Sanniang sat down, shook her head and said:
"My dad went to get some medicine, and he won't be back for a while."

Then picked up the chopsticks, without saying a word, the three of them began to sit around the table, feasting on the leftovers.

"Ji Ping'an" originally wanted to be more elegant, but he was a person of status...but seeing the two of them moving their chopsticks like flying, he suddenly became anxious, ate sullenly, and picked up the flagon from time to time.

The two and a half teenagers didn't use the wine cups, so they opened the two pots and blew, you took a sip, and I took a sip, the sake entered their stomachs, and the chill in their bodies immediately subsided.

Pei Sanniang made a jug of wine by herself and was also drinking.

I don't know how long it took before the three of them got drunk and started chatting. The topics were miscellaneous, and somehow they turned to imagining the future.

The Emperor said in high spirits:
"I am destined to build a great cause. This court has been corrupted, and the situation will change. In the future, I will at least be a prince."

Are you rebelling against the prince... "Ji Ping'an" complained.

Pei Sanniang let out a "huh", her delicate face was a little flushed, and she said drunkenly:
"Blow it, I think that one day, when I have saved enough money, I will go to Qiantang to open an inn. I heard that it is very prosperous there, and then I will save some money and buy a big house. After several generations, maybe my Pei family You can take root there.”

Hearing the words, the Emperor God slapped his chest loudly, and said:

"It's simple. When I become a big shot, I will give you a house and land. The Pei family will become the largest family in Qiantang in the future. How about repaying this kindness?"

Pei Sanniang rolled her eyes, ignored him, and looked at "Ji Pingan":
"Hey, what's your ambition?"

The young future national teacher was stunned for a while, thought for a while, and said with a smile:

"My words, if your descendants of the Pei family are in trouble in the future, I will take action once."

Pei Sanniang laughed until she fell down:

"One can blow better than the other..."

Many years later, Pei Sanniang was very old.

The two and a half teenagers who kindly fed a meal back then, one became the first emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and the other became the Grand Master of the Great Zhou Dynasty who suppressed the practice world for hundreds of years.

Qiantang changed its name to "Yuhang", and the Pei family also jumped from a small family to a dragon's gate.

……

……

Inside the Yunqi Inn.

Ji Pingan swallowed a cup of wine lightly, and slowly ended the narration:

"How about this story?"

Pei Sanniang was sitting opposite him, with her legs close together, holding a glass of wine in her hand, but she didn't drink it, instead she looked like she was listening to a story, and said with a frown:
"Are you trying to fool me into not paying the rent?"

As she spoke, she accused loudly firmly: "Let me tell you, no one in this town dares to prostitute my house for nothing!"

It really is Sanniang's character... Ji Ping'an is smiling. Although he understands that the man has passed away, he is still very happy.

"Why are you laughing, you look so old and cunning." Pei Sanniang was suspicious, and then said:
"Well, the story I made up is pretty good, but it's impossible. I haven't been to any Qiantang, and my family's ancestors have been from the mountains for generations."

Mmmm, very good, the air in the mountains is really good... Ji Pingan was in a good mood, played a trick, put down his glass with a smile, and said:
"So, for the sake of making up such a good story and seeing that I know you so well, do you have any information to share? About Xianyuan?"

When he came down tonight, he didn't just want to relive the past drinking with his old friend to satisfy his feelings, but also came for the fairy fate.

Many of the people in the town are old friends who followed him to fight against the God Emperor... when they were young.

Although I don't know what Xin Yaoguang's dead girl is hiding in the lonely garden, writing and drawing all day long, what is on her mind.

But since it is arranged in this way, from the perspective of "strategy", the clues are also obvious.

Since a group of heroes and veterans are gathered here, and they want to find clues from them, the competition may be the understanding of these people.

The biographies of everyone are sold all over Dazhou, which is fair to everyone.

This is destined to be a game that tests reasoning and thinking... It's a pity that Ji Pingan is such a walled-up guy.

In terms of understanding of this group of people, is there anyone in the world today who can compare to him?

Even Pei Sanniang, who is not very well-known and only briefly appeared in Yuhang local chronicles and the daily records of the first emperor, he knows.

San Niang has a bean curd mouth with a knife and a heart, and she likes listening to stories the most.

"Xianyuan's words..."

Sure enough, Pei Sanniang hesitated for a while, seemed to be a little entangled, but still whispered:

"You can ask blacksmiths, prostitutes, and beggars. All three of them had contact with immortals before."

Are there really immortals?
Ji Pingan watched her look like she was sharing a big secret, and thought that the background setting was pretty solid...

He whispered:

"Thank you, then I'll tell you a secret too. Did you see that fat-faced little licking dog who came with me today? It's also surnamed Pei."

After speaking, he got up and walked upstairs.

Pei Sanniang was left in a daze, unable to understand this sentence.

It was as if no one knew that the reason why Ji Pingan brought Pei Qian in was only for his grandma's sake.

It's like for Huayang's sake, he favors Yu Yu a lot.

"Don't hide, you've seen it all." Ji Pingan stepped upstairs and said to the little girl hiding behind the pillar angrily.

Zhao Yuanyang poked his head out, a small one, still wrapped in a quilt, with round and large dark circles, and a curious expression on his face.

Come over with bare feet:
"What are you talking about? Does this proprietress have a secret?"

Ji Pingan looked at her helplessly, and reminded:
"We are rivals."

Zhao Yuanyang was a little depressed immediately, and lowered his head. If Zhao Yuanji saw this scene, he would be extremely surprised, but the girl didn't turn back.

It's simply not her character...

"Wait...wait." Seeing Ji Ping'an was about to leave, the little girl suddenly started, a small hand stretched out from under the quilt, and grabbed the corner of his clothes.

"En?" Ji Pingan turned to look at her.

Zhao Yuanyang twitched a bit, but said, "Would you like to go to town together tomorrow?"

Ji Ping felt a little funny: "Okay, you can follow if you want, if your brother doesn't care."

He thinks this little loli is quite cute, and she is very different from the bad character in the rumors outside. He can only say that the rumors are too exaggerated after all, isn't that good.

As for Xianyuan, how could the Grand Master Zhou worry about being snatched away by a little loli.

Zhao Yuanyang was very happy. She had no other intentions, but she was used to being withdrawn, and she and Zhao Yuanji didn't deal with each other very much. She felt that her elder brother was a bit stupid and had no friends.

Looking for a companion, anyway, they are just wandering around looking for clues, and no one in Yushouzong expected Zhao Yuanyang to find the fairy fate. When the time comes to find the magic weapon, just give it to her for use.

In a good mood, she hummed a little tune she created, walked back to the bedroom, fell on the bed, yawned and fell asleep.

……

the next day.

In the early morning, after everyone had eaten in the lobby, they split up in tacit agreement.

Ji Pingan was not in a hurry, he already had a goal, and considering that in the past, there was a high probability that he would have to compete with a group of people, so he got up very late, and when he opened the door, he only saw Zhao Yuanyang squatting at the door.

Like a guarded rabbit.

"Shall we start now?" Zhao Yuanyang was full of fighting spirit, as if the two were not rivals, but a group.

Ji Pingan smiled, "Then let's go."

The two walked out of the inn, the sun was shining outside, and the whole town was actually quite lively.

The townspeople lived as usual, and occasionally some cultivators could be seen surrounding the townspeople, asking questions and getting to the bottom of things, and some were eager to help the townspeople with their work in an attempt to obtain clues.

"The sight of players besieging NPCs in Novice Village..."

"What did you say?" Zhao Yuanyang asked, holding the strap on his shoulders with both hands, raising his face.

"It's nothing."

"Where shall we go first?" Zhao Yuanyang was in high spirits.

Ji Pingan glanced at the sky, thinking that among the three targets, prostitutes should be the most free at the moment... Although it is hard to understand, there are prostitutes in a town as big as a palm.

But at this time, it should not be open.

"Follow me." Ji Pingan said casually.

He walked towards a certain alley in the town. In the innermost part, there was a two-story wooden building, which was the residence of prostitutes.

At this time, two people, one big and one small, had just walked into the depths of the alley and arrived downstairs when they heard the panting of the man and the babbling of the woman from the window.

Occasional applause.

Ji Pingan stopped, inhaled lightly, turned his head and saw the little follower beside him blushed, embarrassed and annoyed, and kept staring into the crack of the door.

At this time, a woman came out from the courtyard diagonally opposite, glanced at the two of them, and shook her head shamelessly:

"You guys from other places messed around on the first day you entered the town, and you even brought your children here. Is it like this in Fucheng?"

The country woman was shocked by the openness of the people from other countries.

Ji Pingan asked curiously, "Who's in there?"

"I don't know, anyway, I'm with you, quite tall, with a sword, and the skirt is not tight." The woman described it.

Oh...Qin Leyou, Ji Pingan is not surprised, he said to Zhao Yuanyang:

"Let's go, change places, and come back later."

Zhao Yuanyang lay on the door panel, disgusted but couldn't help listening, and left reluctantly after hearing the words.

……

Ji Pingan thought for a while, and went directly to the blacksmith's shop, but he couldn't find anyone, and learned that the old blacksmith hadn't come out at home.

When he arrived outside the blacksmith's yard, he saw several practitioners gathered outside.

As soon as the door opened, Qu Chuchen, who was carrying the scroll on his back, begged for forgiveness repeatedly, and was scolded all over his face. How could a gentleman be so embarrassing, and he couldn't help covering his face with his hands.

Zhao Yuanji held the whistle stick and said with a sneer:
"What am I talking about? This old blacksmith has such a weird temper, stubborn and stubborn, he doesn't care about anyone at all. If it wasn't for the prohibition of fighting, I'll go down with a stick and see if he won't be honest?"

Qu Chuchen was speechless. A group of them came very early, but they fought for the order of entry first.

Then, no matter who went in, he was beaten and scolded before he even said a word.

At this time, he suddenly saw two people coming from the alley, and said with a smile:

"Although I am embarrassed, at least my junior sister did not defect."

Zhao Yuanji turned his head stiffly, and saw clearly the girl following Ji Pingan like a follower. The boy like a little lion was angry, but he didn't dare to do anything, and said angrily:
"What are you doing with him?"

Zhao Yuanyang responded with "hehe".

Ji Pingan smiled and said:
"What are you doing standing there? Then I go in first?"

Everyone immediately showed expressions of watching the drama and pity, expecting Ji Pingan to be beaten and scolded, but after Ji Pingan entered, there was still no movement.

After a long time, the door opened with a creak, and Ji Pingan stepped out, smiled at them, and left.

"He... Could it be..."

Qu Chuchen and others looked at each other, both shocked and unwilling to believe.But this kind of differential treatment is enough to show that Ji Ping'an is likely to gain something.

Is this guy an evildoer... The cold and proud young man trembled and refused to accept it.

……

Then, Ji Pingan arrived at the corner of the street again, beside a low wall, he saw a ragged beggar sitting there basking in the sun, with a broken bowl beside him.

Several practitioners also surrounded him, but even though his mouth was worn out, the other party didn't say anything.

Seeing Ji Ping'an and the two approaching, Sheng Zi slapped the ground, turned around, and did not show him his masked face, and said in a low voice:

"You came."

Ji Pingan ignored the madness, and in full view of everyone, he took out two copper plates and threw them into the broken bowl.

Make a crisp "clang" sound, and then say:

"I want to ask about Xianyuan."

The beggar who had closed his eyes opened his eyes, smiled, got up and leaned into Ji Pingan's ear, muttering a few words in a low voice.

"Okay." Ji Pingan nodded, turned and left, leaving only a group of practitioners on the spot stunned.

The holy son in the Tai Chi robe felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and his body trembled violently:
"It's so simple...it's so simple..."

He couldn't accept that he had exuded a domineering aura for a long time, but it was not as good as two copper coins.

For a moment, a practitioner hurriedly took out his money bag, threw it into a bowl, and said anxiously:
"I also want to ask Xianyuan."

However, the old beggar closed his eyes again and ignored everyone.

……

Ji Pingan, who had gone away, estimated the time, and returned to the small building of the prostitute again, but when he went downstairs, he heard the familiar applause again.

He was silent for a while, and said to the woman diagonally across the door: "Has it been like this since I left?"

The woman said contemptuously: "It stopped three times in the middle, and then continued."

No... Seeing your disdainful face, I thought you didn't like it, but you clearly understood it even after a few times, so you have been hearing it until now?
Ji Pingan was helpless and was thinking about whether to go outside again, but the applause stopped.

After waiting for a while, the closed door opened.

Wearing a moon-white Confucian scholar's robe, with his chest half open, the handsome and sunny Qin Leyou walked out clutching his waist, his face turned pale, and when he saw the two people outside the door, he was taken aback, and smiled wryly:
"Don't try it, it's useless."

Ji Pingan gave him a sympathetic look, ordered Zhao Yuanyang to wait outside the building, and walked straight into it.

The first floor is a somewhat dark "inner hall", and the second floor is the bedroom.

When he stepped on the creaking stairs to the second floor and opened the door curtain, he saw a woman with ordinary appearance sitting on the bed in messy clothes.

While counting the money while yawning, when he saw him coming in, he shook his head and said:
"No customers today."

Ji Pingan said calmly:
"I have a prescription here that can cure your illness."

The prostitute was startled for a moment, and then her eyes lit up:
"Are you a doctor?"

Ji Pingan said: "I need clues to Xianyuan."

The prostitute stood up swiftly, took out a note from the small box on the dressing table and handed it to him.

Not long after, Ji Pingan stepped downstairs, glanced at the door standing at the door, and heard Qin Leyou in his ears from the whole conversation upstairs.

This well-known "prodigal son" and "brothel poet" stood silently, like a paper flower that had lost its vitality.

Ji Pingan patted him on the shoulder, and took Zhao Yuanyang away.

……

In the next half day, Ji Pingan visited several townspeople, trying to get more clues by getting to know each of them.

However, to his surprise, nothing was gained.

night.

At the round table in the inn, when a group of star officials gathered again to share the information obtained today.

Ji Pingan spread a piece of paper on the table and said, "Let's take a look."

Luo Huaizhu and the others, who had nothing to gain, looked over and were startled at the same time.

On the paper, there are only three lines of numbers, which are copied in rows with ink pen:
twelve
thirteen
Six three
"What does it mean?"

(End of this chapter)