The heavens start from Maoshan

Chapter 25
drive, drive
More than 30 black-clothed soldiers rode on tall horses.

Zhang Heng did not ride a horse, but sat in a carriage drawn by two horses.

The carriage had no hood, and the carriage was covered with carpets, and there was an offering table on which a censer was served.

Zhang Heng sat cross-legged behind the offering table, his knees crossed, his hands formed three mountain seals, and he did not move like a mountain.

monasticism.

In Zhang Heng's view, he could endure loneliness.

It takes half a day to ride a horse from Dagou Town to Goose City, and it takes a day for a trip.

The character jumps out and rides on horseback.

Along the way, you will have a lot of fun when you see all the flowers along the way.

It's just that Zhang Heng didn't do it.

He learned Taoism in his 20s, which is a lot slower than his peers who went to the mountains since childhood and studied for more than ten years.

Only by self-discipline and not slack, can we slowly catch up on the road of seeking.

Some people may say that a day and a half does not matter.

But you don't care today, can you care tomorrow?
It doesn't matter today, it doesn't matter tomorrow, it doesn't matter the day after tomorrow.

Zhang Heng won that kind of person.

Efforts may not make him surpass those who work hard, but those who don't work hard will definitely be thrown farther and farther by him.

dong dong dong.
All the way to the horse and whip, for a while.

In the afternoon, we finally arrived outside Goose City.

Just before everyone entered the city, the gate of Goose City suddenly opened, and a group of women rushed out.

Zhang Heng waved his hand, signaling everyone to stop.

When I saw it, I saw these women set up drums, sing and dance, and firecrackers were hung on the top of the city.

"Patriarch, is something wrong with the situation?"

Dakuze immediately stepped forward and whispered, "Aren't you Qian Zhenren's nephew? Qian Zhenren needs to be so polite. In order to welcome us, even the big drum team was invited?"

Zhang Heng narrowed his eyes.

He glanced at the word 'goose city' on the head of the city, then looked at the women beating gongs and drums, and whispered, "It's not for us."

Step on.
With the sound of drums and footsteps, a group of squires walked out of the city.

They were in groups, followed by people carrying flags, and they saw the words: "Welcome to the new county magistrate to take office in Goose City."

"Patriarch, what should I do?"

Dakui was a little stunned.

Zhang Heng looked at the official road behind him, then looked at the welcome group of squires in front of him, and instructed: "Get out of the way, the master should be behind."

ta ta ta
Just as the squire's welcome group pondered why Zhang Heng and his party hadn't entered the city, the dust was flying in the distance, and another group of people drove in.

The first person was wearing a white suit and a white top hat.

He first looked towards Zhang Heng, then headed straight for the city gate.

"The letter of appointment, this appoints Ma Bangde as the county magistrate of Echeng. This letter was announced by Ba Qingtai, Chairman of Handong Province of the Republic of China, on August [-], [-], by the Political Affairs Department of Handong Province."

A man dressed as a master shouted loudly.

Not far away, the two Dakui brothers heard such words and whispered to Zhang Heng: "Patriarch, it turns out that they are picking up the county chief. Fortunately, we didn't rush up, otherwise we would have to make an oolong."

"Go into the city."

Zhang Heng didn't say much, just closed his eyes and glanced at the middle-aged man in the suit, and muttered, "Zhang Mazi!"

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Zhang Heng and his party followed the county magistrate into the city.

But they were a group of more than [-] people, each with long spears on their backs and short spears on their waists.

Not to mention the delegation of squires who came to greet the county magistrate, even the county magistrate who entered the city couldn't help but turn his head to look, and asked the master beside him, "Master Tang, which big family in Goose City is this? "

"Hard to say."

Master Tang also murmured in his heart: "Look at their clothes with the word 'Zhang' written on them, don't the four major families in Goose City have the surname Zhang?"

"People who are not from the four major families can still be so pompous. It seems that the water in Goose City is really deep."

The county magistrate took a deep breath and shouted to everyone behind him, "Open your eyes a little bit, and don't let anyone make mistakes for me."

the other side.

Zhang Heng sat on the carriage and arrived at Qian Zhenren's residence.

To say something disrespectful to the teacher, Qian Zhenzhen looks shabby enough here.

Qian Zhenren's dojo is just a small shop, with the words Maoshan Authentic, Qian Zhenren Taoist Hall written on the door.

As for why it is a Taoist temple, not a Taoist temple.

Because of the view, it must be built according to the specifications of the palace. If you want to be called a Taoist temple, you must have three main rooms, four side rooms, and one clean room, which can be a picture of gossip.

If you don't meet this standard, you can only call yourself a gym.

Of course, no matter what Qian Zhenren said, he also had a place to live in the city.

No matter how small the temple is, it can still offer real spirits. When Xu Zhenzhen met him, he could only live in a Yizhuang that was leaking from all directions, which was worse than Qian Zhenren.

"Go knock on the door."

Zhang Heng got off the carriage while giving instructions.

"Senior brother?"

It was Qian Shui, a disciple of Qian Zhenzhen, who opened the door.

"Brother."

Zhang Heng squeezed Daoyin with his hand and bowed his head slightly.

Qian Shui hurriedly returned the salute, and after bowing his head, he asked again, "Junior Brother, why are you here?"

"There is something I need to discuss with my uncle."

Zhang Heng looked at the gymnasium: "Is the uncle at home?"

"My master went to the countryside to practice things, and he only left me at home to watch the shop."

While talking, Qian Shui hurriedly pushed open the door: "Junior brother, go in and talk, Master probably won't be back in a while."

Zhang Heng took two steps forward, turned his head and instructed: "Four people will stay at the door, and the others will find an inn nearby to stay and wait for my order."

"Yes, patriarch."

Everyone left one after another, leaving only four people by their side.

On the side, Qian Shui looked at everything in his eyes, and couldn't be envious: "Junior brother, you are so majestic, unlike me, I haven't seen any market. If the shoes are broken, there is no money to replace them."

Zhang Heng looked at Qian Shui's feet.

It was found that the shoe on his right foot had a hole and half a toe was exposed.

"Senior Master too, I don't know how to leave some money for you before going out."

After finishing speaking, he took out two oceans from his arms: "Senior brother, go buy a pair of shoes and change into new clothes. This is your filial piety."

"Thank you, brother."

Qian Shui smiled happily.

After all, Qian Shui's grade is not very big, just eighteen or nineteen.

Because of his early entry, Zhang Heng called him senior brother. In terms of age, Zhang Heng was much older than him.

Therefore, in Zhang Heng's eyes, this is a little brother, just like a child in the family who is young and high in seniority.

Calling Senior Brother, in fact Zhang Heng only regarded him as a junior, and brought in the identity of an elder.

"Why did the uncle make such a mess here, it looks like a side door?"

Entering the gym, Zhang Heng frowned slightly.

Because from the furnishings inside, he didn't see the atmosphere of the Maoshan faction at all, but instead revealed a side-by-side atmosphere everywhere.

Talismans are posted on the wall, flags are hung, and a pair of skeleton stands are placed.

The place is also small and pitiful. The front and back are only fifty square meters. There is no place for a few people to stay.

"Junior brother, you also know that those of us who practice Maoshan techniques consume a lot of money on weekdays."

"In addition, Master and his old man are stingy, and life is even worse. If I'm not afraid of your jokes, sometimes Master has gone out for a long time, and I even have to go hungry for several days."

Speaking of sadness, Qian Shui has red eyes.

Zhang Heng shook his head and sighed.

Qian Zhenren is not without money, but reluctant to spend.

He is a person who can eat two bowls of rice just by looking at the pickles. Whoever apprentices him must have lost his conscience in his last life and did not do good deeds.

(End of this chapter)