Aggrieved Fish Sprite: 49|Abiding by its principles and seeking the world’s use

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On the second day of the first lunar month, a market at the junction of Yongzhou and Pingzhou.

This was originally a wasteland with only long weeds.

The bandits in Pingzhou were proliferated, and Yongzhou was drought for three years, and many people were displaced. They couldn't pay the city gate tax, and there was no place to go, and they were afraid of being caught by the court for hard labor, so they gathered together and settled temporarily on the wasteland not far from the town.

In order to survive, the refugees took out their only possessions and exchanged them with others.

After a long time, it has become such a village, unlike a village, a town is not a run-down bazaar in a town.

Mo Li is very unfamiliar with such a place, he subconsciously pulled Meng Qi a hand, motioning him to walk in front of him.

Meng Qi: "..."

Since leaving Shilang Mountain, the doctor's attitude towards him has changed.

He used to follow the doctor and was very familiar with the doctor's back. Now he is suddenly asked to change his position by the doctor, and Meng Qi is not used to it.

"The martial arts masters will not be lost." Meng Qi couldn't help saying.

"You are my patient. I want to observe what you say and do." Doctor Mo dismissed Meng Qi's opinion naturally and said seriously, "I have new guesses about your condition. Before I am sure, I need you to stay in front of my eyes all the time."

"..."

Meng Qi feels very complicated.

Seven points are difficult, and three points are faintly happy. This happiness is too vague and I haven't figured it out.

Meng Qi's back tightened involuntarily when Moli's line of sight was swept over, subconsciously showing a sober and sensible appearance, and then tangledly feeling the time when the line of sight stopped.

——Couldn't it be that I was habitually staring at the doctor in a daze, so I looked at people ridiculously, and now I'm being attacked by the generals?

The debt for the twelfth lunar month was paid too quickly.

It may be that I knew the doctor in the twelfth lunar month, and Meng Qi was lost in thought when he didn't win a favor.

Wait, how did you move your eyes?

Meng Qi regained his senses abruptly. He turned his head and looked around and saw that Moli was looking at a stall on the side of the street.

There are countless such stalls on both sides of the street, selling everything from chipped pottery to patched clothes.

There are also food sellers, but they are all coarse grains. This small stall sells soybeans, which are not very full. They are placed in a small cloth pocket. Someone on the roadside wanted to exchange two pairs of platform shoes, but the stall owner refused.

"Brother Meng, take the money."

Mo Li stretched out his hand, and Meng Qi silently took out a purse.

General Liu's purse, this is still the one robbed outside Qinghu Town.

"The copper coins are all spent, only broken silver." Meng Qi stuffed a piece to the ink carp.

Doctor Mo is a little worried. Here, things are exchanged for things, and money is not good.

I was thinking, and suddenly I saw Ning Changyuan.

Although they came all the way, when they arrived at this market, Ning Changyuan was like a fish in water, and in a blink of an eye there was no figure.

Ning Changyuan is dressed in a Taoist robe and a long sword on his waist. This person has a trait that will not make people feel offended no matter where he is. On the broken road in this narrow alley, Ning Changyuan arched his back slightly. He looked no different from the Taoist priest who cheated money and ate, and even the sword would be subconsciously ignored.

"His swordsmanship must be very high." Mo Li murmured.

"The doctor would like to try?" Meng Qi immediately suggested: "Or should I go and try for the doctor first?"

The time he fought against Ning Changyuan was too short, he didn't use weapons, and he didn't know anything about Ning Changyuan's swordsmanship.

"No need, more is worse than less." Mo Li resisted the curiosity in his heart. He was afraid that Meng Qi would fight with Ning Changyuan, and if he accidentally fell ill, should he be in front of Ning Changyuan? Do you cat meow?

The disciples of genius doctors also want face.

Ning Changyuan admires Mr. Qin. As Qin Lu's disciple, Mo Li can't shame his teacher.

"The doctor has been in Zhushan County for a long time. I have never seen a master in the world. I just have a trial. It doesn't matter."

"Okay, let's find a way first..."

Mo Lei's voice stopped abruptly. He saw Ning Changyuan suddenly turn around and knocked a man who was following him to the ground, then fisted several people away.

The people on the street were not panicked, but watched the excitement with a smile.

"The Taoist master is good at it!"

"The Taoist master is back!"

Ning Changyuan clapped his hands, and said to the gray-headed people: "You have followed me since just now, why? You want to use me to go to the government for some money for drinking? So I can teach you what you are making in this world. Money is hard, let alone catching a wanted criminal!"

The few people looked terrified, did not dare to respond, got up and disappeared.

The people on the street laughed together. Someone who didn't know Ning Changyuan was surprised and quickly asked passers-by.

"This is Chief Ning Dao."

"In fact, he can't be regarded as a Taoist leader, he is a fake Taoist, wanted by the government."

"...No, no, I didn't do anything to kill and set people on fire. It was to forge documents. He had stolen the official seals of various counties and government offices in Yongzhou, and then returned them every few days."

When Mo Li heard this, he couldn't help but interject: "Stealing to engrave the seal privately?"

Meng Qi looked at Ning Changyuan. He didn't see that this person had so many seals on him. Isn't it important?

"No, I heard that Daochang Ning is holding a pen, dipped in his special dansha ink, and can draw a seal with the paper... Tsk, the brush strokes are different in depth, uneven in thickness, and again Blow, it looks like the real thing!"

Mo Li was stunned, and he subconsciously looked at Meng Qi, who also had the same expression.

"...This is a magical skill, right!" Mo Li said to himself.

Ning Changyuan walked over. The martial artist was very clever and heard the conversation between Moli and passersby. He coughed awkwardly and said modestly: "No such thing, I practice swords all the year round, with steady hands. "

Meng Qi shook his head and said: "There are many swordsmen practicing in the world like crucian carp who cross the river. Those who have this skill, I am afraid that only Ning Daochang will be the only one."

"In fact, there are people who know these things, especially in Jiangnan, but they don't practice swords." Ning Changyuan touched his nose, looked left and right, and whispered, "It is a forgery of antique calligraphy and painting."

"..."

Yes, in addition to imitating the original brush strokes, there is also the realism of paper, ink, and seals.

"It’s also a coincidence, because inkpads are all made with cinnabar, and I sell fake road signs, and I can’t do without this. I bought suitable cinnabars in Yongzhou a while ago, and found out that there was a shortage of cinnabar. The team has been bought." Ning Changyuan sighed. If it were not for this, he would not have gone to Qiuling County so soon.

"You said it is suitable for Qiuhong to live here?"

Mo Lei looked around. Although it is worn out, it is also in order.

I didn't see any stealing. Many people knew each other. Although their faces were yellow and thin, they looked like a Chinese New Year, smiling.

"I took her to the workshop here before, and there is a shortage of people there." Ning Changyuan looked at the people coming and going on both sides of the street, and said in a deep voice, "The land around here is still fertile. Just plant some crops. People will not die from starvation. By the end of the year, many people will go to work in Yongzhou. She is also suitable for leaving."

"There are no bandits here?"

"Why not, but I'm too poor, I basically don't come here." Ning Changyuan pointed to the simple houses on both sides and said, "In the beginning, I lived temporarily, but I lived there. I found that there is no good place in this world. . For a wild collection like this, there is no levy and miscellaneous taxes for the time being, and life can be passed."

"If there are places off the beaten track that allow the people to be self-sufficient, it can be considered a peach blossom." Mo Li thoughtfully.

Meng Qi was noncommittal, but Ning Changyuan smiled and said: "Where is such a good place, even if there is, how many people can it accommodate? The world is so big, in order to live in Taohuayuan, I am afraid that I will fight first. He broke his blood."

"What kind of world does Chief Ning hope to see?"

"When I was young, I read "Mencius". The so-called road is not picking up things, and the house is not closed at night. It is a bit exaggerated. It is enough to be able to eat, be able to live, raise children and the elderly, and know the difficulties of others."

Meng Qi listened, his expression was a little subtle.

He has believed in the book of sages or something.

"...In this way, Ning Daochang helps the world, why not help Mingjun?" Meng Qi asked tentatively.

"Although Ming Jun is good, Ming Jun's descendants are unknown, what should we do?" Ning Changyuan held his sword in a dreadful tone, "For example, a swordsman, he should use a good sword. Does he believe in a ready-made sword or a cast? The sword that the sword master hasn't made yet?"

Meng Qi stopped speaking, because Ning Changyuan asked an age-old problem, how to make the emperor wise from generation to generation.

The minister obviously couldn't do it.

Neither can the emperor himself.

Who knows what happened after his death, and a hundred years later?

Ning Changyuan saw the money bag Meng Qi was still holding, and asked, "What do you want to buy?"

"Oh, those beans." Mo Li returned to his senses and motioned.

Ning Changyuan smiled and said: "This matter is easy to handle. If the doctor doesn't dislike it, you can let me come."

Speaking of which, Chief Ning went to the booth, took out a paper bag, and opened the salt inside.

The stall owner's eyes lit up and he hurriedly agreed. Ning Changyuan returned with a small bag of beans.

Moli wants to give Ning Changyuan silver, but the latter refuses: "If the doctor is willing to stay here for a few days, I will bring a few people to the doctor for treatment, and it will be paid."

"We still have important things to do, we are going to Taijing."

"Three days." Ning Changyuan persuaded, "I think the doctor has no longs, so it is inconvenient to go on the road like this. If the doctor believes in me, I can buy some clothes and bags for the doctor."

"Cough!" Meng Qi suddenly said.

Mo Li and Ning Changyuan looked at him inexplicably, thinking that Meng Qi was going to say something, but after waiting for a long time, Meng Qi said: "I won't bother Ning Daochang for the clothes. I'll do it."

"A few small things, everyone does the same..."

"It's not the same." Meng Qi said solemnly.

It's not easy to let outsiders know the size of underwear.

"It's not easy to delay Daochang Ning's business." Meng Qi said solemnly, "After all, it's a hard work to draw a guide. Besides your own things, you should buy it yourself and rest assured."

——But you are not Doctor Mo!

Ning Changyuan looked at Meng Qi, then at Mo Li, and finally understood what Qiu Hong was talking about "strange".

What is the relationship between these two people?