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Chapter 437 Xinghuai Visits
The imperial court did not set up defenses on Jianglin Road. Following Wang Ping's order, the Chu army approached Yueshan. Here, the local government troops still had to show off. After all, the imperial mausoleum was also nearby.

Before you know it, the Spring Festival is here. Except for the front lines, all military camps in Chu State are killing chickens and sheep. There is a fiery atmosphere everywhere. There are still large teams on both land and water on Ningzhou Road. They are soldiers from the Chu State imperial court from all over the country. The selected immigrants are ready to be transferred to the surrounding areas of Zhenyang Mountain.

The Chu State Court divided this area into three administrative districts. The area adjacent to Shanwu Road and Xinhe Road in the west was designated as Chuanzhong Road, which means the middle of the mountains and rivers. The main peak area of ​​Zhenyang Mountain was fought over, and several reports were filed within three days. The name was finally decided directly by Wang Ping as Zhenyang Road, while the eastern area was divided into Dongjiang Road based on the eastern waters of Zhongzhou.

The imperial court needed to complete the immigration work during the winter so that new fields could be reclaimed and crops planted for the new year come spring. To this end, wealthy families from all over the country dispatched more than 3,000 Qi practitioners to help the people build cities.

On the day of the Spring Festival, many people came to the temporary dojos at the top of Laishan Mountain to pay their respects, especially the disciples and grandsons of Gan Xing. There were also various tea ceremonies, making it particularly solemn. The fewest people came from Taoist Huaimo. Only two disciples, a male and a female, came, and they were sent away by Taoist Huaimo without saying a few words.

On Wang Ping's side, before the Spring Festival, he specially sent a letter to Qianmuguan so that they did not have to come to say hello, so only Zuo Xuan, Liu Shuang and Zhao Yu'er came to see them, and they only stayed for no more than half an hour. After all, they had There were many things going on, and Yu Lian left with them.

At around three o'clock in the afternoon, Wang Ping was sitting alone on the edge of the cliff with a chessboard, and a puppet was making tea for him next to him. Under the clouds in the north, a communication monk's identity token rose into the air, and then burst into the sky. The sound fell from the sky, and a golden cultivator landed on the edge of the cliff.

"Greetings to Master Changqing!" Jin Xiu first bowed with fists clasped in his hands. He was wearing a blue standard narrow-sleeved Taoist robe. The clothes and waistband had the standard magic circle for identification of friend and foe.

Wang Ping picked up the teacup and took a sip, stared at the chessboard he was playing with, and asked casually: "What's the matter?"

"Zhang Xinghuai, Prime Minister of the Datong Imperial Court, and Lu Shan, the head of the Jiuding Sect of Shanwu Road, handed over greeting cards outside our camp." Jin Xiu presented a greeting card with both hands as he spoke.

Jin Xiu clasped his fists and said "Yes" before slowly and respectfully retreating to the edge of the cliff, and then there was another sound of breaking through the air.

"I've met Uncle Master!"

Wang Ping paused for a moment, then stretched out his hand and gently twitched his fingers. The greeting note was immediately rolled up by the wood spirit energy and landed firmly on his hand.

When he said hello, he took a serious look at Zhang Xinghuai. He clearly felt that Zhang Xinghuai had the same aura as Guan Xi and Liu Huaien.

"Why did these two people get together?" Wang Ping's thoughts have been on Zhenyang Mountain recently, and he has not paid much attention to the situation in the northwest.

Wang Ping stood up and greeted the two of them casually, then pointed to the two stools in front of him and invited: "Sit down!"

Zhang Xinghuai's attitude was still respectful, but Lu Shan seemed to be trying to force a relationship.

The greeting note was written by Zhang Xinghuai. It contained all the trivial things that the younger generation said to their elders. It looked more like a letter from home.

"Bring them here!"

When Jin Xiu appeared again, it was already more than an hour later. By this time, it was already dark, because the military camp where Zhang Xinghuai and Lu Shan visited was located at the junction of Ningzhou Road and Shanwu Road.

Wang Ping put away the greeting note and had no intention of replying.

When Jin Xiu led the people to the top of the mountain, he was about to bow when he saw Wang Ping waving to him. He immediately retreated to the edge of the cliff. He could not leave because according to the rules of the military camp during the war, the people he brought with him He has to take it with him when he leaves.

"Mr. Changqing is so elegant and happy."

As he spoke, he raised his head and looked at Jin Xiu in front of him. He was a young-looking monk. Judging from his round face, he must have been born and raised in the south.

"You still took this step." Wang Ping said softly after Zhang Xinghuai approached.

"Yes!" Zhang Xinghuai did not explain. Some things cannot be explained clearly. It would be better not to speak.

Wang Ping took another serious look at Zhang Xinghuai. As the three of them sat down, when the puppet picked up the teapot and poured tea, he took a deep breath and asked, "What kind of saint are they?" "Very interesting!"

"interesting?"

Wang Ping met Zhang Xinghuai's gaze. Like Guan Xi and Liu Huaien, he did not worship the so-called saint they called a saint, but looked at it with an attitude similar to recognition. This is even more strange. The values ​​​​of these three people They have obviously different outlooks on life, but they can find the same sense of identity in the 'saints' they call them.

"How interesting is it?" Wang Ping asked involuntarily.

"He is everywhere, yet nowhere!" Zhang Xinghuai riddled like a monk.

"Have you also learned the riddles from those bald donkeys in the snowy area after you cooperated with them?" Lu Shan said this with a smile. It can be seen from this that the relationship between the two seems to be good, and he and Wang Like Ping, he is full of interest in so-called saints.

"This is the interesting thing about saints. If you believe in them, they will be everywhere. If you don't believe in them, they will not exist."

"Do you believe it?" Wang Ping picked up a chess piece and played with it, staring at Zhang Xinghuai's face with cold eyes.

"I believe in what I have done. The saint doesn't care whether you believe in him or not, he only cares about your behavior." Zhang Xinghuai said with a humble smile of a junior.

Wang Ping withdrew his gaze, placed the chess piece in his hand on the chessboard, and said: "It seems that if I don't meet the saint in person, I may never understand it."

"Uncle Master will most likely not meet the saint, because your way is not in line with the way of the saint."

"kindness!"

Wang Ping nodded. His expression seemed to have suddenly lost interest in this topic. The game on his chessboard had already reached its end, so he asked, "Would you like to play a game?"

"it is good!"

Zhang Huaixing stood up and separated the black and white pieces on the chessboard. When Wang Ping was about to say a few words to Lu Shan, a glimmer of green light flashed under the dark clouds, and the light flashed across the top of Laishan Mountain.

It's Yulian.

Her huge body was suspended over Laishan Mountain. Her huge vertical pupils looked at Zhang Xinghuai and Lu Shan, then shrunk her body, turned into a stream of light and fell beside Wang Ping. She looked at Zhang Xinghuai and asked, "Have you joined the Jimin Association?"

Zhang Xing held his fist in his arms and said, "To tell Master Yulian, yes."

Yulian immediately asked: "What does the saint look like? Is it exactly the same as the portrait?"

"The saints we are talking about are not two saints in the traditional sense."

"Huh? Why?"

"... "

During the chat, Zhang Xinghuai cleared the chessboard completely. Wang Ping randomly grabbed a handful of chess pieces and put them on the chessboard to guess the order. In the end, Zhang Xinghuai took the lead with black.

After both parties completed their respective arrangements, Wang Ping picked up the tea cup and looked at Lu Shan, "Fellow Taoist came to me at the Spring Festival. There must be something important, so you might as well tell me directly."

(End of this chapter)