Chapter 292 High-Profile Admission (Big Chapter for Subscription)

"This is my daughter!"

Aunt frowned, picked up Lingyin, and placed her on her legs.

"Isn't she growing up like me?" My aunt was a little unhappy.

It's up to you, she looked at the old aunt's face with a slight smile, which had nothing to do with you, froze slightly, then recovered in an instant, and said with a gentle smile:

"Look carefully, the eyebrows and eyes are really similar, it's because my eyesight is clumsy."

Well, the eyebrows and eyes are similar to the coachman outside.

All the way without words.

Xu Pingzhi drove his carriage to the vicinity of the Star Observation Tower, first he heard a loud noise, turned the street, and saw a long sea of ​​people.

He glanced roughly, and the crowd he saw was at least one or two thousand. And this is only a small part of the common people. It is conceivable how many people radiate in all directions with the star observatory building as the center, that is a shocking number.

"This is more lively than the Spring Festival." Xu Pingzhi reined in the horse and parked the carriage outside.

"Why did you stop?" Auntie's voice came from the carriage.

"There's no way ahead, it's all people." Xu Pingzhi explained: "Let's get off here."

The aunt lifted the car window and got out of the carriage with the support of her husband, Xu Lingyue also got out of the carriage with the support of her father, and Xiao Douding was carried down by Xu Pingzhi.

The old aunt frowned. She was usually greeted by a maid with a small wooden stool when she got on and off the carriage, and she was a little uncomfortable now.

Fortunately, the carriage was simple, and the bottom of the carriage was not high from the ground, unlike her luxurious carriage made of golden nanmu, whose boards could be as high as a person's waist.

She jumped off the carriage easily.

Xu Pingzhi beckoned, summoned a sword guard on the side of the street, and ordered: "Take care of the carriage."

While speaking, he showed his sword guard's badge.

The young sword guard respectfully agreed.

Xu Pingzhi led his wife and children around the crowd and walked towards the passage cleared by the forbidden army. The two sides of the passage were full of forbidden soldiers, blocking the common people and forming a "safe passage" specially provided for dignitaries.

At the intersection of the passage, two imperial guards interlaced their spears and stopped Xu Pingzhi and his party.

Xu Pingzhi took out the badge that Xu Qi'an had given him, the guards took a look at it, and then let him go.

"Ning Yan's status is getting higher and higher now," the aunt said happily, "Master, I never dreamed that I would sit with the dignitaries in the capital."

Xu Nian couldn't help picking lemons, and snorted, "Mother, you will become Mrs. Gaoming in the future."

Xu Pingzhi stabbed back with his backhand: "First think about how to stay in the capital."

Xu New Year suddenly withered.

According to the meaning of the academy, it is to find a way to let him go to Qingzhou, away from the capital, and show his grand plans.

But Xu New Year didn't really want to go. Going to Qingzhou meant staying away from his parents, elder brother and younger sisters. If the three-year term expired and he couldn't return to the capital, he would have to work in other places for another three years.

For three years and three years, I could only see my family when I returned to Beijing to report on my work.

Of course, there is another reason. If he cannot enter the Imperial Academy, he will basically lose his way in the cabinet.

Dad's "my son has the capital to be the chief assistant" has really become empty talk.

After walking through the "safe passage", the family looked up and saw a huge square with many pergolas. Civil officials, generals, and dignitaries sat in their respective areas in an orderly and distinct manner.

In addition, there are many noble ladies and young ladies who basically drag their families to watch the fight.

For these aristocratic female family members, Dafeng's face is still second, and watching the excitement is the most important thing.

As Xu Pingzhi glanced around, he took his wife and children to the area where the watchman's yamen was located. The chief seat was dressed in Tsing Yi, with gray temples.

There are golden gongs on both sides of him, silver gongs behind the golden gongs, and copper gongs are assigned to be on duty, and they are not qualified to stay in the arbor to watch the theater.

Xu Pingzhi approached with his wife and children, cupped his hands, and quickly took his wife and children and a strange woman to sit down.

The famous Wei Yuan and Jin Luo ignored him, which made Uncle Xu heave a sigh of relief, it's better to be a little transparent.

The old aunt also breathed a sigh of relief, it's nice to be a little transparent.

Among these pergolas, the most luxurious one is a rest platform wrapped in yellow silk cloth. There are tables and desks at the bottom of the shed, and members of the royal family and clan sit beside the desks.

The Queen and Concubine Chen, who were almost out of their minds in the harem, also came. Everyone talked and laughed at Yan Yan, as if they had always been harmonious sisters without any quarrels.

When the four princesses arrived, Huaiqing sat in the first place, and mounted next to her.

Among the princes, the prince is still in confinement and cannot go out, and the rest of the princes have come.

For the royal family, this fight is not only a scene of excitement, but also a matter of the face of the court and the face of the royal family.

"Where is Xu Qi'an? Why didn't he come out? He can't fight the bald donkeys. How are the bald donkeys going to fight?"

Lin'an chattered endlessly, Shui Lingling's peach blossom eyes looked around, but she didn't see her dog servant, and she was a little discouraged.

"Hang!"

The Seventh Prince shook his head, "Then Xu Qi'an is a martial artist, how can he fight against Buddhism? Besides, with his meager cultivation, can he really deal with it?"

The third prince echoed with a smile: "Unless Buddhism compares poetry with him."

The two princesses and the princes couldn't help laughing.

Lin'an was furious, he glanced at his elder brother and younger sister ferociously, and scolded: "You are happy that he lost? Do you want me to cast a Buddha statue for each of you?"

The third princess frowned and said, "We're just talking, Lin'an, what are you doing?"

The rest of the princes frowned.

Since the case of Concubine Fu, Lin'an's temper has become irritable, he was not polite to them brothers and sisters, and his words became more and more aggressive.

Huaiqing said lightly: "If it is a Taoist school of fighting, naturally whoever is stronger will win, and the same is true for other systems. But Buddhism is different. Buddhism pays attention to enlightenment, Buddha's mind, and Zen skills.

"Xu Qi'an is indeed only a seventh-rank martial artist. There are many people who are stronger than him, but what's the use of having a high cultivation level? No matter how high he is, how high is it?"

Huaiqing's words always make people speechless and unable to refute.

The princes and princesses fell silent for a moment.

The chief assistant, Wang Zhenwen, took a sip of his wine at the position next to the arbor of the clan, and noticed that his daughter was looking at the area where the watchman's yamen was located.

He frowned and asked, "Mu'er, what are you looking at?"

Ms. Wang withdrew her gaze and responded with a faint smile: "This is the first time my daughter has met the famous Wei Gong. He really has an extraordinary bearing."

After that, she glanced at a certain handsome little brother out of the corner of her eye.

"By the way, why didn't I see Your Majesty?" Miss Wang calmly changed the subject to distract her father.

Wang Shoufu looked sideways at the imperial shed, and said with a smile: "The fight between the two in the palace is in full swing. Your Majesty finds it annoying and doesn't want to come down. At this moment, you should be overlooking from the Eight Diagrams Platform."

Ms. Wang said "Oh", and then asked: "Father, what is the purpose of the mission from the Western Regions to Beijing this time? It is really puzzling to propose fighting methods for no reason."

The mission doesn't come just as it says, it must have a purpose, and the actions of Buddhist gunpowder in the past few days make people realize that the mission of the Western Regions to Beijing this time is not a good person.

"Maybe it has something to do with the Sangbo case." Wang Shoufu said indifferently.

Ms. Wang frowned, and extracted two pieces of information from her father's answer. First, the father who was the chief assistant was not very clear. Second, the Sangbo case seems to hide a deeper inside story.

Just when he was about to ask, Wang Shoufu waved his hands impatiently: "You are a daughter, don't ask about the affairs of the court, and you will use your cleverness on your husband-in-law in the future."

Ms. Wang curled her lips and stopped talking. Taking advantage of her father not paying attention, she turned her attention to the jailer's office.

When the fight is over, I will hold a literary meeting at the residence, she thought to herself.

On the other side, Xu Pingzhi relied on his many years of experience in the capital to scan through the sheds one by one, and met important figures he recognized, and of course, there were more important figures he didn't know.

However, with Huangpeng as the core, the closer the distance, the higher the status must be.

Suddenly there was an illusion of being on the stage of power in the capital, and all of this was brought about by Ning Yan. After this fight, if Ning Yan wins, he will be famous in the capital. Spoiled, if the history books record another one, he will have to bear the eternal infamy.

Thinking of this, Second Uncle Xu felt very complicated.

"Master, look at that princess, is she the one who came to pay homage to Ningyan that day?" My aunt was also watching the scene, and she recognized Princess Huaiqing, who was as cold as a lotus, bright and shining.

Xu Pingzhi responded with a "hmm" as a response to his wife.

The aunt went on to say: "The princess in the red dress next to her is also very handsome, but the eyes seem to be seductive, and she doesn't look very serious."

Xu Pingzhi was taken aback, and said in a low voice: "Nonsense, don't talk about the princess on this occasion, do you want to kill everyone?"

Aunt quickly shut up.

"What can't be said? The Dafeng imperial family doesn't have a good thing." The old aunt said lightly.

We don't know you, so get out of here and say go to Xu Xinian in your heart.

Xu Pingzhi exhaled, forced himself not to talk to that woman, and warned his wife and children: "In such an occasion, you must watch more, listen more, and talk less. If you don't do anything, you won't miss the ringtone?!"

The word "ring tone" is called out, and the sound is changed.

At some point, Xu Lingyin walked up to the eunuch in Tsing Yi with short legs. With her face raised, she pointed to the food on the table and said with longing:

"Uncle, can I eat your food?"

Seeing this scene, Xu Pingzhi's tailbone felt numb all the way to Tianling Gai.

The golden gongs beside Wei Yuan frowned at the same time, thinking where did this child come from, so ignorant of etiquette.

Zhang Kaitai, who had paid homage to Xu Qi'an, recognized Xiao Douding, and hurriedly said, "Wei Gong, this is Xu Ningyan's younger sister."

The golden gongs looked at Xu Lingyin gently, and said in their hearts, this child is not afraid of life, full of courage, and will become a great weapon.

Wei Yuan picked up a piece of candied fruit and handed it over.

Xu Lingyin took it and swallowed it in a few mouthfuls.

"Candied fruit is not eaten like this. The longer you hold it in your mouth, the sweeter it will last." Wei Yuan laughed.

"Once the sweetness is over, the candied fruit will be eaten up by others." Xu Lingyin raised her brows:

"As long as I keep eating, I will always be sweet, and I still want to eat."

Wei Yuan smiled and fed a few more candied fruit, Xu Lingyin ate it for a while, and said a little embarrassedly, "Why doesn't Uncle eat it?"

Wei Yuan smiled and shook his head.

"You don't eat them yourself." Xu Lingyin blinked her pure and clear eyes, and tentatively said, "Uncle doesn't eat them, so I ate them up."

"Can you eat it all?" Wei Yuan smiled, glanced at Xu Lingyin's stomach, and then at the table full of melons and fruits, candied fruit and top-quality pastries.

"Wei, Duke Wei"

Xu Pingzhi came over bravely, bowed his waist, and tried not to tremble in his voice: "The little girl is naughty, don't be as knowledgeable as her."

Wei Yuan raised his sleeve, picked up a yellow-orange pear and handed it to Xu Lingyin.

Seeing this, Jiang Luzhong smiled and said, "Wei Gong is talking with the child, you can go back."

Xu Pingzhi glanced at Xiao Douding, then at Wei Yuan who treated him like nothing, turned and left helplessly.

"Father, what are you afraid of? Eldest brother is Yinluo, he is highly appreciated by Duke Wei, and Lingyin will be fine." Xu Erlang said.

Xu Pingzhi sighed.

Young people will not understand Wei Yuan's fearfulness, and those who have experienced the Battle of Shanhaiguan will not think that Wei Yuan is an amiable person.

Time passed slowly, and there was less and less food in front of Wei Yuan. He glanced at Xu Lingyin's belly, frowned, and raised his hand to press her head.

Then, he pressed and pinched the girl's body for a long time.

"It's a pity." Wei Yuan regretted.

"Father, what's wrong?" Yang Yan asked.

"This child is strong and strong, with a deep foundation, but the flexibility of his muscles and bones is too poor, so he is not suitable for martial arts." Wei Yuan shook his head.

"No wonder she's so good at eating, this girl is an idiot." Nangong Qianrou laughed.

"tuituitui" Xu Lingyin spat at him, raised her shallow eyebrows: "You are a bad person."

She still remembers this beautiful elder sister who came to the house to lie to people that her elder brother was dead, which made her father and mother cry for a long time.

Nangong Qianrou snorted coldly, pulled out a handkerchief from her bosom, and wiped the drool on her trouser legs.

Unknowingly, when the time came to Si, Master Duer, who was meditating cross-legged under the awning, opened his eyes and said loudly, "Jianzheng, do you know Sumi mustard seed."

"It's just a trick!"

From above the nine heavens, there was the sound of Jian Zheng's sneer.

In the presence, no matter the dignitaries or the common people outside, everyone was excited and emotional.

The drama has begun!

Master Duer took out a golden bowl from his sleeve and threw it lightly.

"boom!"

The golden bowl weighed more than a thousand catties, and the stone slab was cracked and deeply embedded in the ground.

A pure golden light rose from the bowl and unfolded in the sky, revealing a high mountain with winding stone steps extending to the end of the forest.

On the top of the mountain, there is a temple indistinctly.

The "fairy method" aunt was stunned and dumbfounded.

Except for the warriors who were trained, none of the ordinary people who saw this scene could manage their expressions well, and there was an uproar.

"Father, what are mustard seeds?" Nangong Qianrou frowned.

"This is an allusion from Buddhism." Wei Yuan glanced at Xu Lingyin who turned a blind eye to the surrounding things, and said lightly:

"Sumeru Tibetan Mustard Seeds, Mustard Seeds Na Sumeru. It is said that there is a mountain in the Buddha's hands called Mount Sumeru. That is his Taoist temple. No matter where he goes, the Taoist temple is there."

Yang Yan thought of the Battle of Shanhaiguan 20 years ago, and the scene of Buddhist eminent monks transporting troops, and suddenly said, "Buddhist kingdom in your palm?"

Wei Yuan nodded: "In the golden bowl, there is a mountain hidden."

"Jing Si, you enter the mountain and sit at the second pass." Master Du'er ordered.

The handsome monk in the blue robe got up, clasped his hands together and saluted, and then stepped into the golden bowl under the eyes of everyone and in front of countless people.

The next moment, a young monk climbing a mountain was added to the picture scroll unfolding high in the sky.

He climbed the steps unhurriedly, came to the mountainside, and sat cross-legged.

Rays of golden light poured down from the sky and gathered on him. In an instant, his body was covered with a layer of golden light, and his whole body seemed to be cast from gold.

"So there really are mustard seeds in this world." Xu Qi'an was speechless.

Yang Qianhuan, who turned his back to him, nodded and said: "Sumeru mustard seed, also known as the Buddha Kingdom in the palm, but this should be a world without an owner, hidden in a golden bowl.

"If there is a master's "Buddhist Kingdom", then the outcome depends on its master's thought, which is fair."

Chu Caiwei stuffed a bag of pastries into his arms, and said softly, "Xu Ningyan, go, eat on the way up the mountain."

"Thank you, I'm not hungry." Xu Qi'an declined.

Behind him, a group of white-clothed warlocks encouraged: "Go, Mr. Xu, although I don't know why Teacher Jianzheng chose you, but the teacher must have his reasons."

"Must be triumphant, Mr. Xu."

Let's talk about whether we can triumphantly, such a good opportunity, in front of the whole capital, I will force this wave first Xu Qi'an patted Yang Qianhuan's shoulder and said:

"Senior Brother Yang, after today, you will understand what it means to show your holiness before others!"

Outside the arena, on the roof of a restaurant, the blue-clothed swordsman Chu Yuanzhen and the burly bald-headed Hengyuan stood side by side. Looking at the shining golden light of the little monk Jingsi, the number one scholar gave a "tsk" sound:

"Golden Light Casting Body, this Sumeru World has strengthened Jing Si's Vajra Body, with Xu Ningyan's current strength, it is impossible to cut it off."

Hengyuan's mood was a bit complicated. Logically speaking, he was a disciple of Buddhism, so he should have stood on the side of Buddhism. But he is also a Dafeng person, and it is Xu Dashan who played the battle.

"By the way, what happened last night? Why didn't you receive my letter?" Chu Yuanzhen asked.

"Prince Jinlian blocked it." Heng Yuan said.

This morning, Chu Yuanzhen came to him to "go to the theater" together, and asked about the transmission of the book last night. After the two of them matched their confessions, they agreed that it was Daoist Jin Lian who blocked No. 4.

"I know that Daoist Jin Lian blocked my transmission, but why?" Chu Yuanzhen expressed puzzlement.

"Daoist Jin Lian doesn't want you to say that Xu Qi'an is fighting on behalf of Si Tianjian?"

"Heh, do you think it makes sense?" Chu Yuanzhen asked with a smile.

"It doesn't make sense." Heng Yuan shook his head.

"I always feel that this matter is not simple." Chu Yuanzhen mused, he didn't dwell on this issue, and said instead:

"You stayed at Sanyang Station for three days, did you gain anything?"

"The Diamond Sutra cannot be taught easily. Uncle Du'er told me that if you want to see the Diamond Sutra, you can go back to the Western Regions with him and practice three years on Mount Sumeru." Heng Yuan said.

"When you become a Buddhist from the inside out, it has nothing to do with Dafeng?" Chu Yuanzhen smiled mockingly.

"That's not the case," Heng Yuan argued, "Not ordinary people can cultivate the Diamond Sutra. Don't you wonder why it was Jing Si who came forward to challenge and not others?"

Chu Yuanzhen's heart moved: "Among the missions in the Western Regions, only Jing Si has cultivated the Diamond Sutra?"

Hengyuan nodded: "Either you are born with Buddha roots and can comprehend its profound meaning. Or, go to Mount Sumeru to listen to Buddhism, or have a chance to comprehend the Diamond Sutra."

Chu Yuanzhen suddenly thought of something, clapped his hands together, and was a little annoyed: "In other words, even if Xu Qi'an wins the fight and obtains the Diamond Sutra, it's useless?

"Because a lustful person like Xu Qi'an cannot have Buddha roots."

Heng Yuan was silent for a moment, then nodded slowly.

During the conversation, the two heard Master Du'er speak loudly: "This fight is about climbing a mountain! If you get to the top of the mountain and enter the temple, if you still refuse to convert to Buddhism, then you will be considered as a loser. Si Tianjian has three chances."

Hearing this sentence, Wei Yuan smiled.

"Mountain climbing" Yang Yan pondered: "There must be many difficulties along the way, if you are not careful, you will lose directly."

After Du'er Luohan finished speaking, he stopped talking and sat in meditation.

Inside and outside the arena, the audience waited for a long time, but still did not see Si Tianjian sending someone to fight, and there was a lot of discussion for a while.

"Why doesn't Si Tianjian move, is he afraid?"

"Where is the supervisor, the supervisor should say something."

"What's going on? If Si Tianjian is afraid, why did he agree to fight? Don't you think Dabong is not shameful enough?"

Suddenly, someone shouted in surprise: "Someone came out from the Observatory."

In an instant, countless people turned their heads at the same time, and countless eyes looked at the gate of the Star Observation Tower.

In the lobby on the first floor, a man in a cloak slowly came out, holding a wine jar in his hand, wearing a hood, with his head down, unable to see his face clearly.

The moment the man in the cloak stepped out of the steps, a deep chant sound spread throughout the audience, accompanied by aura, and reached everyone's ears.

"When he was fifteen or twenty, he walked around the rivers and lakes with a green shirt and a sword."

The man in the cloak took the second step, and his low voice suddenly became high-pitched: "One day the roc rises with the same wind, and it soars up ninety thousand miles."

In those sheds, civil servants stood up unconsciously, and cast their gazes at the figure.

The cloaked man took the third step, pointed to the sky with one hand, and his voice changed from high-pitched to majestic: "The sky is the shore to the end of the sea, and I am the peak of martial arts!"

On and off the field, the martial arts fighters raised their eyebrows with weird expressions, and some people from the Jianghu outside the field even responded with aroused anger.

The cloaked man took the fourth step, and shouted: "One body has traveled three thousand miles, and one sword has been a millionaire."

Wei Yuan raised his eyebrows and leaned forward slightly.

Generals, suddenly got up.

The cloaked man took the fifth step and sighed leisurely: "Xu Ningyan was not born to me, Kyushu is like a long night forever!"

Xu Xinnian was trembling with rage, this was the pinnacle of his life, created in frustration.

Brother is really shameless.

He looked around in anger, and saw dull faces. They were so focused on the cloaked man who walked slowly into the scene.

When I recited this poem, my family made fun of it, but when my elder brother recited this poem, it attracted the attention of all the people. Everyone admired Xu Nian and thought angrily:

Brother is really shameless.

Annoyed, Xu Nian glanced at the woman next to him again. She looked at the man in the cloak, a little absent-minded.

Zhan Zang stared at the cloaked man obsessively, as if there was no room for other things in his eyes.

Huaiqing's eyes were shining brightly, and it was the first time that she felt that this man was so dazzling.

Xu Qi'an didn't recite any more poems, he carried the wine jar, stepped into the arena step by step, and finally stopped by the golden bowl, then, he took off his hood and raised his head to drink.

The wine flowed down his chin, soaking the skirt of his clothes, wanton and unrestrained.

Suddenly, he threw the wine jar to the ground, and in the crackling sound of "clang", he laughed wildly and said:

"The heroes of the world come from my generation, and they will be destroyed as soon as they enter the rivers and lakes. In the chattering and laughing of grand plans and hegemony, life can't be drunk."

Amid wild and unrestrained laughter, he jumped into the golden bowl.

At this moment, the audience was silent.

After a long time, suddenly, the noise came, like a sea tide, sweeping the audience.

"Da Bong, we must win!"

"Da Bong, we must win!"

This high-profile appearance, the birth of this masterpiece, instantly crushed Buddhism in terms of style, and overlooked Buddhism in terms of momentum.

He also returned the confidence to the people in the capital.

The civil and military officials nodded slowly, showing admiration. It turned out that Xu Qi'an's high-profile entry had a deep meaning.

Sweeping the tide and regrouping.

PS: Change first and then change.

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