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Chapter 546 Immortal Mortal
Yu Lian was lying on the tea table, spitting out snake letters in boredom, and took a sip of the fragrance of tea from time to time. When she heard Wang Ping's sigh, she said: "The Xia Dynasty has been destroyed, and his affairs can naturally become a story, and you didn't notice , these people are most interested in his story.”

As she spoke, she rose up in the air, hung up to the window and looked at the stage in the hall below, and said: "I remember when Liu Yue came back from victory, when the storytellers told about his deeds, the people around him were also so enthusiastic."

"Later, he was convicted of treason by the emperor, and the people seemed more excited than hearing his story!"

As she spoke, she returned to the tea table.

Wang Ping felt the enthusiasm of those in the hall and said: "Human nature is born to only care about himself. This is the case for the emperor, Liu Yue and the people watching the excitement, so they end up in this chaotic world."

"Do you have a solution?"

"No, unless humanity is completely wiped out, but such a world would be too monotonous, and the thought of a world without human emotions is terrifying."

"That's right. This world is wonderful precisely because of its countless joys, sorrows, and joys."

"Snapped"

The storyteller struck the gavel and silenced the din of the hall.

"Ahem." The storyteller cleared his throat, picked up the teacup and took a slow sip of tea in full view of everyone. Then he stood up, cupped his fists and raised his hands, and said, "When talking about General Liu Yue, we have to mention General Wang Kang."

Unconsciously, half an hour passed. When the storyteller told the story of Wang Kang's Northern Expedition, Wang Ping woke up from his concentrated state, picked up the cold tea on the tea table, drank it in one go, and then called Yu Lian. , threw down a piece of broken silver and walked outside.

"Isn't this right?"

When Wang Ping heard that it was Wang Kang's story, his originally lazy expression became attentive unconsciously. Yu Lian felt Wang Ping's emotions, and Tengyun went over and landed on his shoulder, and they listened to the storyteller's story together.

"Two or three hundred years ago, Qianmu Temple was still a dilapidated small Taoist temple with only three thatched cottages and five masters and apprentices. General Wang Kang was the third eldest in his family. At that time, there were floods in various parts of the south, and his parents had to He was sent to Qianmu Temple and became a disciple of Master Changqing..."

Wang Ping quickly walked out of the private room, went downstairs and felt the silence in the hall. His steps became much lighter involuntarily. When he walked to the door, he happened to see a man over fifty years old wearing a blue cotton robe. old man.

As the two looked at each other, the latter bowed his hands in greeting.

Yulian got into Wang Ping's sleeve and asked in Linghai: "Aren't you going to continue listening?"

"You like sad things?"

When Wang Ping returned the gift, the two walked out of the wine shop side by side, and then the noise of human beings reached Wang Ping's ears. He couldn't help but look at the noodle stall selling noodles on the street, because this vendor made the loudest noise.

"dislike!"

"... "

When Wang Ping turned around and looked at the old man, the other man clasped his fists in the direction of Qianmuguan and said: "General Wang Kang was killed by the emperor and was also dragged down by his disciples. What a pity for such an amazing general! "

The old man took the initiative to greet Wang Ping, looking like he was looking for someone to talk to.

When everyone was about to make a fuss again, the storyteller knocked on the gavel again.

"No, I don't want to hear the rest of the story!"

"Don't you like the following story, sir?"

"Today, we will tell his story."

"There are joys and sorrows in life. How can you only enjoy the joys but deliberately ignore the sorrows?"

When the storyteller mentioned Wang Ping, he cupped his hands in the direction of Qianmuguan.

"You're right, so I don't want to continue listening."

"Ok!"

The old man let out a breath and suddenly didn't want to continue talking. He cupped his fists and gave a slight salute before joining the crowd on the street. Yu Lian said in the spiritual sea: "Wang Kang has no regrets, he can live the way he wants."

Wang Ping didn't respond. He caught up with the vendor selling noodles and asked, "How much does one cost?"

"Two texts!"

"Is it so expensive?"

The vendor quickly looked at Wang Ping, and then said with a smile: "Sir, everything in Zhonghui County is expensive now. Even if you go to the well in the alley to get a sip of water, you will be charged a penny!"

Wang Ping nodded slightly, as if he agreed with the hawker's statement, and took out two brand-new copper coins from his chest pocket. The hawker's eyes lit up when he saw that they were new coins. He took them and weighed them habitually, and then used a bamboo clip to He picked up a piece of dough and handed it to Wang Ping.

Wang Ping took the dough and looked at it first. It was much better made than when he first started practicing Taoism. The boss sprinkled a few sesame seeds on the surface of the dough, and there was a rough plum blossom mark in the middle.

Just the taste…

"It's still so delicious, but it's a bit nostalgic!" Yu Lian commented after taking a bite, and then urged: "Give me another bite."

"Isn't it delicious?"

"I eat it not for the taste, but to search for my passing memories."

"... "

"Have you learned from that scholar next door?"

"Ha ha!"

The neighbor Wang Ping was talking about was a small courtyard he built in the west of Zhonghui County. He had a neighbor who was a scholar. Every day when he had nothing to do, he would read aloud some poems in his small courtyard that he thought were very literary.

After finishing the noodles in his hand, he bought some food along the way. When Wang Ping returned to the small courtyard he bought in the county, it was already an hour later. Smoke was coming out of the chimneys of every house. It was time. At noon.

In the past few decades, small families in Zhonghui County have gradually been able to eat three meals a day.

When he walked to the door of his small courtyard, Wang Ping found a middle-aged man wearing a blue robe who seemed to be waiting for him. This was the scholar he just mentioned.

When people think of scholars, they may first think of handsome gentlemen, but in reality, most scholars are over thirty years old.

When the scholar saw Wang Ping coming back, he smiled and clasped his fists and said, "Yesterday I went out to visit friends and saw a wonderful chess book. When I woke up this morning, my hands were very itchy."

"Haha, I want to see what kind of chess record it is!"

Wang Ping laughed loudly, and while inviting the scholar, he pushed open his courtyard door. After entering the courtyard, the noisy sound from the next door immediately reached Wang Ping's ears. He pretended to be surprised and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Recently, housing prices in the city have been rising three times a day. My mother simply sold this yard and went to Yongshan County to buy another one. There was still a lot of savings."

The scholar pretended to be open-minded and smiled, then asked Wang Ping to go to the thatched pavilion next to him, where there was a chessboard and Go.

Wang Ping played this game very easily, and of course he won in the end. The scholar was a little distressed. He originally wanted to continue the game, but the urging voice from his mother forced him to stop.

Wang Ping sent him to the gate of the courtyard and took a look at the two carriages parked on the street.

Yulian said in the spiritual sea: "What do you mean by these pursuits of mortals?"

"This is their life, how could it be meaningless!"

Wang Ping responded to Yu Lian and closed the courtyard door with his backhand. Then he leisurely walked to the armchair in the center of the courtyard and sat down, lazily spending the afternoon.

An hour passed in an instant, and an identity token suddenly appeared in the sky, causing Wang Ping to open his eyes.

That is Zhang Xinghuai’s inner disciple token!
(End of this chapter)