On the third floor of Xunyang Building, Narcissus Box.

Huang Xuan stared blankly at the young man in Taoist robes who suddenly appeared with a paralyzed face.

The tall and thick bearded man next to him didn't know what was going on. He looked at them from side to side and drove Lu Ya away with an impatient look on his face:

"Go, go, you are so rude, you barge into the room without saying anything, and you still talk in riddles. It's inexplicable. What bothers you the most is your pretentiousness, but you just don't speak fluently..."

Huang Feihong rolled up his arms and stepped forward. Huang Xuan suddenly reached out and grabbed the corner of his clothes.

"Daddy..."

Huang Feihong looked back, and Huang Xuan shook her head slightly towards him and whispered:

"Let the Taoist Priest speak."

The buttocks had already left the bench and he was about to turn around and run away. The young man in Taoist robes with a paralyzed face looked sideways at Huang Feihong. Seeing that he was being held down by his daughter, the danger was temporarily relieved. Lu Ya breathed a sigh of relief.

When someone else is a scholar and meets a soldier, he can't explain anything. He is a Taoist priest and he can't explain anything when he meets a fool.

What, are you talking about the dignity of a dignified person walking up and down Qingshan Mountain?

The person who asked this probably didn't know that when Taogu Wenjian Lu Ya was the third one to come on stage, he lost to the sixth-grade Xuezhong Zhuyijian, fell down from the high platform in despair, and then got up in front of everyone's attention.

Dafang threw down a mahogany sword, patted his butt and walked away calmly.

It is not unreasonable why the sword cultivator and the Chang'an swordsman who were on stage before him were killed and the other injured respectively, but he was the only one who came back safe and sound.

Master has taught me that when traveling in the world, as long as it's not about enmity or slaying demons, if you can't beat them, just give up. It's better to praise the opponent sincerely and sincerely, so as to turn the conflict into friendship. Don't insist on saving face and acting out of emotion.

As for being able to fight...then you can't fight. After fighting, you should be humble and complimentary. If you only win by a small amount, it is best to cherish the victory and say a few words of sympathy to each other, thinking that peace is the most precious thing.

You ask why?

It's not that Lu Ya didn't ask. I remember that at that time, the master who had always been an immortal and had a gentle expression suddenly kicked his butt, blowing his beard and glaring, scolding him for hating iron for not turning into steel. I'm going to beat you, the Infinite Heavenly Lord, Maoshan.

There are so few disciples, and there are only a few veins left. If you give them away for nothing, do you want to end them? The Hanhu Patriarch Hall is not accepting disciples as fast as the King of Hell comes to accept them.

In fact, there were other uncles who were strong-willed and stubborn and opposed his master's ideas. However, these uncles did not live as long as his master and lived to be a hundred years old.

Who said Master has the longest life? He has a long life, so Lu Ya decided to listen to him.

This move taught by the master is a unique skill from the Supreme Purity that is parallel to the "Order of the Gods". Lu Ya will pass it on to the new junior sister in the future. He hopes that she can continue to maintain the excellent style of Maoshan this year and never make any mistakes.

In the box, the young man with a paralyzed face and Taoist robes nodded after he had made it safely.

"Taoist Master, please tell me something."

Huang Xuan looked around at the luxurious box arranged by the noble lady and said to Lu.

Lu Ya had no expression on his face:

"This woman surnamed Pei and her accomplices are businessmen from Yangzhou. They have recently spent a lot of money to buy old houses in Xingzifang, hoping to renovate them and resell them. However, there are too many small landlords in Xingzifang, and there are many stubborn households who are unwilling to sell their houses. They

Although I have money, I also encounter difficult obstacles..."

At this point, Lu Ya stopped talking, clicked to the end, and observed the expression of the little girl in front of him.

Huang Xuan was startled for a moment, and then her expression changed.

Huang Feihong looked around at their faces in confusion, "What's wrong, Xiaoxuan?"

The daughter didn't answer.

He asked Lu Ya again in confusion: "Niubi, what does this difficult obstacle have to do with today's meal? What do you mean..."

Lu Ya said nothing and looked at Huang Xuan silently.

Her face turned red, but she lowered her head, as if looking at the beautiful new dress she had put on for a toast today.

There was silence in the house.

Huang Xuan suddenly stood up.

"Daddy." There was a little vibrato.

"What's wrong, Xiaoxuan?" Huang Feihong was worried: "What's going on? Don't scare me."

"The boudoir you chose with me last night is so beautiful, spacious, and has a swing. In addition to the Zhulou, there is also a spacious courtyard. There is a small open space in the east corner of the courtyard. I can still grow vegetables and fruits when I have nothing to do. Come spring

I’ll make you some food to go with the wine, and there’s also a plum tree in the garden outside the yard, where you can pick fresh plums when the season changes..."

Huang Feihong was stunned, scratched his head and said with a smile:

"As long as you like it. We can live in such a big house. Hey, you can live wherever you want. We can also invite relatives and friends from the countryside. It will be lively then. I didn't expect that I, Huang Da, would live there in this life.

I can have a big house, but I have to continue to do the work I was doing before, and I can’t sit back and rest. Xiaoxuan can take a rest and stay in the house to wait for me... Hey, Xiaoxuan, why are you crying?"

Halfway through the sentence, the bearded man's eyes widened. He immediately rolled up his sleeves and yelled at someone: "Niubi! You secretly did something bad again to make my daughter cry..."

"..." Lu Ya.

However, Huang Xuan held on to her hot-tempered father and said to Lu Ya:

"Taoist Master, can you do us a favor? Please, we will be rewarded generously afterwards." He said with a cry.

"You speak first." Lu Ya nodded: "I don't need a big reward. I can help a lot with just a little effort."

Huang Xuankong opened her mouth and was quiet for a moment. Her ears were filled with the lively sounds of welcoming distinguished guests downstairs. She was in a luxurious box and suddenly walked over and opened the window. She saw blue sky and white clouds, rolling rivers and the scene of hundreds of rivers competing for water.

, the river breeze mixed with the smell of fish blows in your face.

The familiar taste of the dock market.

Huang Xuan looked back at Lu Ya.

…

"Lord Chang Shi is here. Everyone has been waiting for a long time to finally see his face."

Ouyang Rong and Xie Lingjiang were warmly welcomed into the lobby on the first floor by Pei Shisanniang.

The wealthy businessmen who accompanied him all around gave him kind words after Pei Shisanniang's introduction.

The decorations were similar to those used at the junior sister’s birthday banquet before. There were about a dozen tables in the hall on the first floor, with delicious wine and delicacies on the tables, and maids serving wine.

Apparently the venue has been booked by Pei Shisanniang and others.

Ouyang Rong looked around the hall and found many familiar faces.

The wealthy businessmen in Xunyang City, the poets and celebrities with outstanding literary talents, and some familiar Jiangzhou officials... all looked at him.

However, usually for this kind of dinner, in addition to the venue in the hall, there is also a second, quieter and less crowded venue in the private room on the second floor.

The former is just for show, while the latter is where private matters of interest are discussed behind closed doors.

Usually, after talking in a small place, they go out to a big place, where they toast and receive drinks one by one, and give speeches and show off.

According to Ouyang Rong's knowledge of Pei Shisanniang, who is good at dancing, and Lu Ya's previous report, today's grand lunch should be no exception, and there must be a table where private matters can be discussed in detail.

Ouyang Rong didn't have time to write ink, so he said directly to Pei Shisanniang:

"Let's go to the private room. I'm hungry today. Let's have a bite to eat first. I'll eat with Qi Niang and I like it to be quiet."

Pei Shisanniang didn't know if she understood what he meant, and there was a look of confusion on her face:

"Sir Changshi understands everyone's enthusiasm. Everyone has been looking forward to your presence and guidance this time.

"I don't know where everyone learned about your good deeds of helping the Huang family's father and daughter when they encountered injustice. They all admire your character and regard you as a teacher. Today's luncheon, many people also took the initiative to come, relying on various connections,

It’s hard for the Nu family to refuse, I hope Mr. Chang Shi won’t be surprised.

"The Huang family's father and daughter are already here. They are upstairs. They are toasting Mr. Chang Shi for today's lunch. They have been preparing for a long time and are very excited."

Pei Shisanniang picked up the wine bottle on the maid's tray, poured a glass of wine for Ouyang Rong respectfully and handed it to her. She also poured a glass for herself, held the stem of the glass, and looked around the audience:

"By the way, let me announce something by the way. The slave family is in Xunyang City. I know some fellow Yangzhou people who are also doing business. They have some spare money and long historical deeds. Everyone was moved after hearing about it. They got together to discuss it and decided to use today's

At the luncheon, when everyone is present, donating a sum to Xingzifang can be regarded as following in the footsteps of the wise men..."

She bent her legs towards Ouyang Rong and saluted:

"Lord Changshi, the most sage ancestors said that when you see a wise man, you must think about everything. You set an example and guide Xunyang to follow a good trend. The slave family admires you very much, as if you look up to a high mountain.

"While everyone is here, Mr. Changshi, why don't you have a few glasses of wine, say a few words, and then move to the private room to have a quiet meal... What do you think, Mr. Changshi?"

When everyone heard this, they all thought that Pei Shisanniang had a good relationship with Ouyang Changshi, and their suggestions were appropriate and considerate.

There was a burst of good-natured laughter on the court, and they all praised Ouyang Rong and asked him to say a few words.

Xie Lingjiang frowned and looked around the audience, feeling dissatisfied.

This group of wealthy businessmen from Yangzhou, headed by Pei Sanniang, say such beautiful words to harass the elder brother. Isn't this making people unable to step down?

Say a few words?

Can some words be said casually? For a local governor like Senior Brother, speaking on the spot is a statement, and in the eyes of outsiders, it is releasing a certain signal...

Ouyang Rong did not take the glass of wine, nor did he respond to those flattering remarks about fame. Without comment, he glanced at Pei Shisanniang:

"Donate a sum to Xingzifang, how do you donate?"

Pei Shisanniang immediately said:

"The slave family and fellow villagers learned from the fine style of Master Chang Shi and followed in his footsteps. After discussion, they decided to donate a new house to the Huang family and his daughter who were oppressed by black landlords. In addition, three more houses will be given out in the future to be renovated.
To be continued...