[Respect must be respectful] Respect Chang'an

When the store owner came back, he learned that Zhang Xiaojing and the gangsters had made a scene in the inn. They were both surprised and happy, because Zhang Xiaojing cleaned up the gangsters for them, and they were afraid that after Zhang Xiaojing and the others left, those gangsters would come to seek revenge.

Li Mi said with relief: "If they dare to come again, they will report Li Mi's name. Li lives on Huashan Mountain. If the store has difficulties, you can go to Huashan Tingli to see me."

The shopkeeper was very grateful. Not only did he insist on not accepting Li Mi's meal money, but he also gave a few more hanging bacon and fruit cakes, saying that it was a way of expressing his heart, and Li Mi would definitely accept it.The meat belongs to Zhang Xiaojing, and the cakes belong to Li Mi. Although the latter is a little embarrassed on the surface, he still likes these snacks in his heart.

Thanks to Zhang Xiaojing's uproar, in the remaining few days, Li Mi and his party went smoothly, and they arrived at the foot of Huashan Mountain one day faster than originally thought.

Li Mi asked Tan Qi to unload the carriage and sell it at the market at the foot of the mountain.Zhang Xiaojing couldn't help but wondered: "Why sell cars? It's so inconvenient to come and go on weekdays."

"Usually I don't go down the mountain, and the buying and selling are all handled by sandalwood chess. It is enough to keep two horses," Li Mi said lightly, "I will unconsciously forget the time when I enter the mountain. I will think of this horse someday. When the car was built, the beams and wood were probably rotten, so it is better to sell it as soon as possible."

Zhang Xiaojing asked again: "Then what do you usually eat?"

"This Taoist temple is the place where I lived for a long time in the early years. There are vegetable gardens and orchards nearby. Occasionally Tanqi would go down the mountain to buy rice." Li Mi thought that Zhang Xiaojing was worried that Zhang Xiaojing would be like him when he went up the mountain, so he took the trouble to explain, " There is a lot of wild game on the mountain, and with your skills, you should not have to worry about running out of meat, but..." Li Mi frowned worriedly, "If you eat meat all the time, the creatures in the mountains may not be able to supply it."

Zhang Xiaojing clicked his tongue, because he thought he liked meat and ate too much: "Don't worry, I will keep a cub in each litter for them to carry on the family."

"..." Li Bi pursed her lips, not wanting to talk to him anymore.

Tingli Temple is located in the north of Huashan Mountain. A small path diverges from the road up the mountain. It is paved with narrow bluestone strips and is shaded by bamboo forests on both sides. It should have been repaired before.Li Mi traveled around in his early years and built Taoist temples in Hengyue Mountain, Zhongnan Mountain and other places. After counting his fingers, he had not visited the Tingli Temple in Huashan for several years. The surrounding trees grew wildly, almost covering the eaves, and the whole yard was shrouded in haze.

Tingliguan is a three-entry house, which is spacious enough for cleaning.Entering the door is the front hall separated by a pair of pine and crane screens, and behind it are three wing rooms, and a backyard with a small path leading to the vegetable garden.Li Mi pointed to the east wing to Zhang Xiaojing, which happened to be at an angle with Li Mi's bedroom. When you opened the window, you could see the desk in front of Li Mi's window obliquely.

Zhang Xiaojing went into the room and took a look twice, then turned his head and went out again.Tan Qi frowned, and while cleaning Li Mi's bedroom, he scolded: "I really don't know what His Royal Highness is looking for in Zhang Xiaojing, he is reckless and rude, and he doesn't know where he is hiding now..."

"This is the end of the matter, it's useless to talk about it." Li Mi was rolling up his sleeves and wiping the bookshelf, took out the portrait of Sanqing from the package, and hung it on the wall in an orderly manner.Li Bi looked at it quietly, and said to Tan Qi: "Go and help him clean up later."

"Master?!" Tan Qi couldn't believe it.

Li Mi pursed the corners of his mouth: "In the future, we will live together, how can we cleanse each other if we fight tit for tat." He insisted on suppressing Tanqi's anger.He was upset, he got together for a day on the Lantern Festival, but because he couldn't take care of many business matters, now he wants to stay under the same roof with Zhang Xiaojing for a long time, and the nobleman wants him... Li Mi sighed inaudibly, and drew The Sanqing sage in the house looked at him kindly, as if he was laughing at him for lifting a rock and hitting his own foot.

At the other end, Zhang Xiaojing took Tingli Temple as the center, and looked out for a circle. Tingli Temple is on a side peak, condescending, and there is only one passage, so it is considered safe. He has always remembered the gangsters mentioned by the innkeeper a few days ago. , if he really went up the mountain to seek revenge, how would he take the little fox away completely.When Zhang Xiaojing went back, the lamp had already been lit in the temple, and the room was clean. Zhang Xiaojing held the door frame and thought for a while, then poked his head out and thanked loudly: "Thank you, Miss Tanqi, for cleaning up the house!" Only after the words fell, Tanqi groaned. It came out from Li Mi's room: "It's a little effort!" Zhang Xiaojing was in a good mood when he heard it.The first night passed without incident.

On the second day, Zhang Xiaojing went out to hang out before dawn, and Li Mi approached the window to visit the road; on the third day, Zhang Xiaojing continued to hang out, and Li Mi meditated in his room; on the fourth day, Zhang Xiaojing went out to hunt, and Li Mi taught sandalwood chess and calligraphy... …

After more than ten days like this, when Li Mi thought that Zhang Xiaojing would be with the mountains and forests, he threw a newly made leaf whistle out of the window.Li Mi raised his head, Zhang Xiaojing was lying on the edge of the window staring at him boredly.

"What's the matter?" Li Mi asked.

"Boring." Zhang Xiaojing replied sincerely.In the past few days, he has searched all the fun on the mountain, and he can even figure out how many bird nests there are on the trees. He woke up this morning with nothing to do, it was really boring.

Li Mi blinked, holding a pen in his hand: "Li also has nothing for Zhang Duwei to entertain."

"Will Daoist Li blow the whistle?" Zhang Xiaojing picked up the leaf whistle and waved it in front of Li Mi's eyes.

"will not."

"Want to learn?"

Li Mi replied without thinking: "I don't want to." Zhang Xiaojing was dumb, sighed and said: "I thought, if you want to learn, then I will ask you to say something interesting in exchange."

It is rare for Zhang Xiaojing to have such a funny expression on his face that says "everything can be done". Li Bi smiled inwardly when he saw it, and said, "You can change it if you want. On the day of Shangyuan Festival, Master Xu once said to me, He likes to listen to you talking, and said that it is very interesting for you to tell interesting stories about the streets and alleys, if you tell me, I will also tell you something interesting, how about it?"

Zhang Xiaojing's eyes brightened: "What's so difficult about this! I can tell you for a whole day and a night!" He simply sat on the window and told Li Mi those jokes in Chang'an Square that were not on the stage. The prostitute who was given to Pingkang Fang was not only thrown out by Pingkang Fang as a poor ghost, but also chased by his wife for three squares with a knife. All kinds of stories are vulgar, but Li Mi has never heard of them. I was so teased that I couldn't write a word.

Zhang Xiaojing looked at Li Mi's blushing face that wanted to laugh, and couldn't help teasing: "I can tell a good story if I can see Li Sicheng's smiling face."

Li Mi pursed his lips, with a smile in his eyes: "Boss Xu is right. Zhang Duwei really has the ability to tell stories. If he doesn't become a bad handsome man, he might be famous in Chang'an if he becomes a storyteller."

Zhang Xiaojing smiled and said: "Little fox, you can't say more good things, it's time for you to tell something interesting."

Li Mixin said, "Okay, then I will tell Zhang Duwei a story about the 'skill of slaying the dragon'." He simply put down his brush, nestled in a chair and said, "There is an allusion in "Zhuangzi · Lie Yukou"——Zhu Pingman learns to slay dragons from Zhiliyi, the family of Shan Qianjin. Three years of skill, but no skill. It means that there is a man named Zhu Pingman who wants to learn some high-level skills, so he sells money to learn dragon slaying skills After three years, he returned from his studies, only to find that there are no dragons in the world, and he has the skill of slaying dragons, but he is worse than a butcher."

Zhang Xiaojing said with a smile: "You're a fool, if you want to learn how to slay a dragon, it's better to kill a pig."

"If you have achieved something in your studies, you must use it, otherwise it will only increase your troubles." Li Mili said in a warm voice, "If Zhu Pingman learns the skill of slaying dragons but kills pigs for his livelihood, he will be overqualified and useless." , would you be willing."

Zhang Xiaojing heard something in his words: "Little fox, you set me up again."

Li Mi smiled slightly: "Don't dare, Li is just talking about himself, and he is doing things in the world with Fuchen in his hands. In the end, he is not reconciled. The Tang Dynasty cannot be without Li, and the Tang Dynasty cannot be separated," Li Mi He raised his eyes to look at Zhang Xiaojing, his eyes were like waves in a deep pool, "Zhang Duwei, do you think so?"

Zhang Xiaojing chuckled, approached suddenly and asked in a low voice: "What about me? Xiao Li Mi, can you leave me? Or can't you leave me?"

Li Mi's breathing was stagnant, and the breath coming towards his face made his ears turn red: "... Zhang Duwei was joking, where did he start? What does it have to do with Li?"

Zhang Xiaojing laughed, took it as soon as it was good, jumped off the window sill and walked away, looking happy: "The story of the little fox is good, continue tomorrow!"

Note: Tingli (tingli) is a small weed, which can be used for medicine and has the meaning of "resoluteness"