Plundering the Dao of the Immortal Journey Chapter 71: Fuso Samurai
Early Winter·Drizzle
Pei Ziyun sat in front of the window listening to the drizzle hitting the window. In a blink of an eye, the young man who was struggling to death in Wo Niu Village is now Xie Yuan and has entered the fairy gate.
Ye Suer, where are you now?
Pei Ziyun looked out of the window blankly, and took a deep breath for a long time. Talking about Gongyuan, Pei Ziyun had been there several times, and found that there were not many people left except the first day. Most of them felt that these were commonplace talks.
But Pei Ziyun's listening is very interesting.
"The ancient rituals were actually the princes, the ministers, the father and the son, and the top and bottom. They were clearly distinguished, and they lined up to divide the fruits according to this rule."
"In modern times, it is still the ruler, the father and the son, the upper and lower, or the line to divide the fruit, but the obvious rule has become the unspoken rule, but this bright and dark is progress."
"It cannot be said that there is no progress, nor that it has changed the essence."
"In a word: still eat meat, but it looks better."
Pei Ziyun has benefited a lot. Although he lives in Fu Mansion, he gets up every morning at the end of the morning (6:45). After he finishes his freshening up, he spends his time early and reads the scriptures.
Use lunch at noon, read the scriptures again, and practice for an hour. It is not that you don’t want to practice, but the internal strengthening stage, which is completely dependent on metabolism, which cannot be promoted.
Read the Taoist scriptures in the evening.
Unknowingly, it was most of the month, entering November, and the second day after the Gongyuan, Chen Jinchun and Yu Guangmao, two people, came to visit and invited Pei Ziyun to go out and have a fun. Pei Ziyun happily went without any rejection.
Little Lolita originally wanted to go out and play with him in the early summer, but Fu Juren yelled him back. Although this world is more open, it's not Pei Ziyun's original world.
Xiao Lolita was scolded by Fu Juren in the early summer, her mouth slumped and tearfully entered the yard and hid in the room.
When Pei Ziyun came back, little Lolita snorted when she saw Pei Ziyun, not paying attention to Pei Ziyun, it seemed that it was the fault of this little junior, causing her to be reprimanded.
There is no early summer in these few days, Pei Ziyun is thinking about it in the room with peace of mind.
"If you want to be successful, you must have an impact. The world also loves poetry. Whenever a literary man loves to make friends with poetry in his spare time, fortunately, he failed to stock up in his previous life. During his time at home, he gritted his teeth every day with ancient poetry to pass the time. I have a place in my life."
"Respect is only when there is power."
"This world has power, so it also has the qualification to queue up and divide the fruit. If you serve the court, you will have a reward. This may be your own opportunity."
Pei Ziyun opened the window and came in with the wind blowing in, and felt comfortable for a while. Compared with reincarnation and hard work, this day is a little easier, rare leisure, but you have to grasp the opportunity, time does not wait for me, you also need to figure out where to start .
At this moment, I heard a servant knocking on the door and said: "Master Pei, it is the third son of the Hou Mansion who handed over the post, indicating that the master is inviting at lunch on the day."
Pei Ziyun opened the door, and the servant handed over a gilded invitation. Pei Ziyun opened it and smiled: "I am going to a banquet tomorrow."
On the second day, Hou’s bullock cart arrived in front of the house. Pei Ziyun and Fu Juren got into the bullock cart separately. As soon as they got into the cart, Pei Ziyun discovered that there were two seats in the front and back, with a table and a maid serving and taking it out. A silver bottle, pour a cup of warm wine to serve.
Pei Ziyun just felt relaxed, thinking that this mansion was really enjoyable. The road was calm and calm. When arriving at a door, someone came to Pei Ziyun and said: "It must be Pei Jieyuan? The son is already waiting for you."
Hearing what this person said, Pei Ziyun swept around. Fu Juren’s car seemed to be blocked on the road just now and it didn’t come. Then go first. Pei Zi said, "Lead the way."
This person led Pei Ziyun in. This is not a Houfu, it can only be regarded as a separate courtyard, but it is also a large area. The vines, trees, and roses in the garden form a flower hole, and they walked for a while, and planted a few scattered. The tea tree is tied with a bamboo fence, and the small courtyard is very quiet.
led Pei Ziyun to the door and knocked gently on the door: "Master, Pei Jieyuan is here."
"Brother Pei, please come in." Wei Ang's voice sounded in the room.
Pei Ziyun opened the door, Wei Ang was concentrating on making tea, using a small fan to infuse him, Pei Ziyun looked at it, the room is very simple, mostly made of bamboo, bamboo tables, bamboo chairs, bamboo beds On the wall, there are some landscape paintings, or some poems, and the title is Wei Ang at the end, which can be regarded as first-class.
I swept around in Pei Ziyun’s room. Wei Ang tea was already cooked. He picked up the teapot and poured all the tea cups on the table. Seeing Pei Ziyun still standing, he said, "Senior Brother Pei, sit down. Please also use tea and **** tea art."
Wei Ang stretched out his hand and pushed the tea cup forward, Pei Ziyun stepped forward and sat down on the bamboo chair. After taking a cup of tea, he sipped it in a small sip. The entrance is sweet and has a delicate fragrance. It was the same in the previous life on the earth. So, it is nostalgia, has a taste, and it is tasted slowly.
"Senior brother is really good tea art, if you can drink a cup every day, you can live for ten years." Pei Ziyun said with a smile.
"Haha, Brother Pei is absurdly praised, my tea art is not that good, I will take you to meet a tea ceremony, but it is boring to drink tea here, I will take Brother Pei out to have a look at the Hou Mansion." Wei Ang smiled and got up and led Pei Ziyun out.
It didn’t take long for to be out of the courtyard. The two of them passed by in a hurry. Pei Ziyun has read local chronicles. There are also hibiscus in this world. Japanese pirates are also a major disaster in Anzhou. It is strange to see that there are hibiscus samurai in the Hou Mansion. "Brother Wei, why is there a Fuso samurai in the mansion?"
Weiang smiled: "Don’t be surprised, this is a Fuso samurai my father took in during the war. The world was in turmoil. This samurai went to the mansion without going anywhere. My father was magnanimous, so he didn’t force him to change. Just stay in the mansion and take orders."
Seeing the Fusang samurai, Pei Ziyun had some associations, but didn't say that the Hou Mansion was very big, and he walked along with Wei Ang. There are different small courtyards along the way, strange flowers and plants, and all kinds of strange rock and rockery.
was different from when I came. It didn't take long for a turn to pass through a door, and a small lake appeared in front of me. There was an island in the lake, and there was a pavilion in the island.
Weiang led the way and went straight to the island from the stone road. The island is not big, no more than seven meters long and wide. There are a few weeping willows. The two of them sat down and said a few words, and there was a maid in a hurry. Coming: "My son, my son, it's going to be a banquet. The butler ordered us to come to you as soon as possible."
Wei Ang didn't care about the maid, and smiled: "It's the banquet? Okay, brother Pei and I will go over."
After Wei Ang finished speaking, he smiled and got up, then turned to Pei Ziyun: "Brother Pei, I wanted to take you around in the Hou Mansion, but it seems only next time."
"This trivial matter, let's go to the banquet." Pei Ziyun smiled.
"My son, Xie Yuan, hurry up, Mr. Shen and the housekeeper are in a hurry, so that I can come to you." The maid said hurriedly.
Almost a quarter of an hour later, the three of them arrived at the banquet place, and the steward outside greeted them: "Hey, the third son, there will be a banquet soon, and you will be gone. You can promise Lord Hou to host the literary meeting today. Mr. Shen was waiting for you, and he has urged it many times."
Wei Ang listened to the housekeeper’s words and said: "It’s okay, I’m just interested, and I led Brother Pei to walk in the backyard, let’s go in for a banquet."
Wei Ang said, and entered the room.
"Please, Pei Jieyuan, it's inside." The butler led Pei Ziyun into the hall, and there was a banquet in the room. At this time, many literati poosers and celebrities were all smiling and talking to each other.
As soon as Wei Ang entered the hall, Shen greeted him straight up and lowered his voice: "San Gongzi, just wait for you. You will have a banquet later, don’t stage fright."
"It's just a mere banquet, there is nothing to be afraid of." Wei Ang replied in a low voice.
Weiang came to the main seat and said loudly: "Everyone, I have always loved literary, so I invited my father to hold this banquet. I invite you all to come and talk about poetry and poems together. Wouldn’t it be nice."
"Of course, it’s not okay to have literature but no alcohol. Come, let’s have a drink first."
Following Wei Ang’s words, everyone started.
This banquet is an indispensable course for Zhongju. Many nobles who have been knighted like to invite Juren to hold a banquet. These juren are reserved for future Daxu, and they will be easy to handle after leaving favors and can deepen Juren. Relationship between.
Just as Wei Ang was speaking, Pei Ziyun saw Fu Juren was there, and Chen Jinchun and Yu Guangmao~IndoMTL.com~ There were still vacant seats, which was to greet Pei Ziyun to sit.
Fu Juren asked in a low voice: "Where did you go just now? I went into the banquet and found that you were not there. I thought you had to be delayed by the car on the road."
Listening to Fu Juren’s words, Pei Ziyun lowered his voice: "Brother Wei, asked me to have a cup of tea just now. It was delayed."
Chen Jinchun and Yu Guangmao also salute: "Brother Pei, it's polite."
Pei Ziyun returned the gift. All four of them were familiar with each other. At this time, a showgirl came in and sang. Fu Juren lowered his voice to introduce the people to Pei Ziyun, pointing to an old man: "This is Jiang Zhong, the former Juren. I also study at home and I have a lot of fame."
"There is also the middle-aged man who toasts. Don't look at it as a talented person, but he is famous in Quanzhou and is a celebrity."
Fu Juren was more familiar with these celebrities, and introduced Pei Ziyun one by one, which opened a lot of horizons to Pei Ziyun.
Weiang’s banquet was all about talking about literary and Taoism, ordering and drinking, and for a while, it was fun, and occasionally there were other tables with wine and poems and poems. If you lost, you just drank, and you got a lot of fun.
Weiang saw the banquet. Everyone was drinking, but he was arranged to preside, and for a while, he was itchy. He lowered his voice and said straightly, "Mr. Shen, if you want to preside, I will go down and follow. It’s so boring to sit here and behave like a drinker!"
No one at Wei Ang's table is here to drink the wine from the Third Prince of the Hou Mansion, and no one picks up poems. It's really boring.
"My son, since you promised Lord Hou, wouldn't it be nice for you to sit here peacefully." The third son of the Hou Mansion was so free and easy, making Shen Zhi quite big.
Wei Ang rolled his eyes and thought of an idea. He approached Shen Zhi’s ear and said a few words. After Shen Zhi listened, his eyes lit up and said, “Since the son has this idea, he just said it. Do it."