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Chapter 26 Deja Vu
Looking back at the towering walls of the palace city, and then looking at the Tuanlong jade pendant in his hand, he stuffed it into his bosom, thought it was not safe, took it out again, tore off a few dust whisks, weaved it, and hung the Tuanlong jade pendant on the own neck.

Block it with clothes, pat it through the clothes, and then feel at ease towards the direction of Chaotianmen. Now he is still shameless, so he has to continue to hide and sneak!
Sneaking out of the Chaotian Gate, there are two worlds inside and outside the gate. If you count it, it is already the end of the ugly era, and it will be about three o'clock in the future.

However, on the entire street, most of the shops are still open as usual. Although there are no fireworks, temple fairs, and other traditional activities due to the passing of the prince, there are still many juggling and performing arts in the open space.

Qiu Zhiqing bought a few shortbread, wandered around while eating, and walked to a performing arts venue after a while.Among them, Pu Dao, a performer, was making a lot of fun, Qiu Zhiqing watched seriously, and after he finished playing, another man picked up a copper gong and hit it.

Shouting: "Thank you for your support!" and other flattering words, Qiu Zhiqing put the remaining four copper coins into the city fee and put them in the gong.

Next, I performed a show of crushing boulders on the chest, and the apples on the top of the head disappeared. The people around me were hooked, and at the same time, they threw coins one after another. It is estimated that the coin-operating mechanism of a certain station in the future is based on the immateriality of street performances. cultural heritage.

Half an hour later, the performers took a break, probably waiting for a new batch of customers before continuing the performance!
When there was no one around, Qiu Zhiqing stepped forward and handed the shortbread that he had just bought back to the leader of the busker.The leader hesitated for a moment, and then wanted to give money, but Qiu Zhiqing stopped him, and said that he was just a little puzzled, and wanted them to help clarify the confusion.

Only then did the leaders let go of their guard, but one of them ate first, and the others seemed to be waiting for Qiu Zhiqing to ask questions...

Qiu Zhiqing knew what they were thinking, so he didn't take it seriously, and expressed his doubts in his heart: "Poverty Taoists, it's not like a farmer's style, and it's not like Jianghu kung fu. I'm afraid it's a fighting technique in the army?"

Several people looked at each other, hesitating to speak, but with some guarded look.In the end, the leader forced a smile and said: "I'm afraid the Taoist priest has missed his mark. We are just ordinary farmers outside Lin'an City, and we just came to the city to earn some extra money during the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Naturally, this wasn't the truth, and Qiu Zhiqing could tell that they didn't want to say more, so he casually looked at their bows and knives. He was not only familiar with these things, but had also seized them.But since people refused to talk about it, he didn't force it.

I said thank you and went to the night market by myself.It's just that I can't help but feel a little strange in my heart. The sergeant who defends his home and country still needs to come out to juggle...

The night markets of the Southern Song Dynasty are not inferior to the night markets of later generations.Sugar blowers, jugglers, making gold and silver jewelry on the spot, etc., and there are even people who steal things...

Qiu Zhiqing didn't meddle in other people's affairs, this person only took half of it, and he only picked rich men to attack, so he didn't need to make extra troubles.The main reason is that he is a little afraid that he will get used to bad luck, and some bloody plots will be involved...

It is true that the front is tight and the rear is tight. According to Meng Gong, the Jin army once attacked the city of Xiangyang at the most intense moment of the battle, but Qiu Zhiqing had never heard any discussion about the frontline war in Lin'an.

What kind of jewelry was added by so-and-so, how well the porcelain was sold in Xiyi, etc.

It may be that the front line is too far away, and the cold wind from the north cannot blow the flames of war to the bustling Lin'an by the West Lake...but what can he do?He didn't know, he felt like he was just a grain of sand in this rolling tide...

After visiting half of Lin'an City, it was already dawn, and the night market stores hadn't closed yet, and the daytime stores opened again.Sure enough, it is the bustling Qiantang, the first good Lin'an.

After the city gate opened, Qiu Zhiqing went to place an order at the Fuxing Temple in the southwest of the city. The Fuxing Temple was only three miles away from the West Lake and only four miles away from the Imperial City.
Qiu Zhiqing came to Fuxing Temple to place an order, declared his family name, recited Taoism scriptures and other series of operations, and successfully moved in.In my spare time, I need to help them clean up, be a friend, and so on.

However, Qiu Zhiqing told them that he would not release the lottery, but he could treat the pilgrims free of charge. The time should be arranged in the afternoon.

As for why his master gave him such a dao name, it is probably because he was a foodie when he was a child, so his master took such a dao name...

The next day Qiu Zhiqing came to the back gate of Lin'an Imperial City and the Donghua Gate to the east of Ningmen early in the morning, and showed the Tuanlong jade pendant that his uncle had given him yesterday. Instead, ask to stay here for a moment.

Two quarters of an hour later, a servant ran over all the way, and when he saw Qiu Zhiqing, he came up to meet him and asked, "Is this the Daoist Chong He?"

Seeing Qiu Zhiqing nodding, the little waiter then said: "Chonghe Daoist is being polite, the little one is ordered by the old god to lead the way, Daoist, please follow me!" After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand Lead, motioning Qiu Zhiqing to follow.

Today, if he wanted to enter the palace through the normal way, he would not be able to come here with his sword in his hands. He still has some common sense about this.The guard didn't check carefully, but instead took out a magnet, and casually swept Qiu Zhiqing up and down twice, as if he had passed the security check in a later life.

As the little servant walked all the way, the palace during the day was much more lively than the palace last night.

Some Hanlin who are not qualified to go to the imperial court, selected servants, etc., all dressed in green robes, shuttled back and forth, and when they saw Qiu Zhiqing, they pointed at him one by one, and said something in their mouths. Such words as not far away made Qiu Zhiqing baffled.

The little servant didn't dare to say much, and kept on walking with his head down...

Bypassing Xiaoxi Lake and a temple, the servant did not stop, and Qiu Zhiqing didn't say much.Finally arrived on a small hill near the east wall, there was still a temple in front of it, and the word "Guantang" was written in small seal script on the plaque.

As soon as you enter the door, there is a high platform, about three feet, surrounded by stairs...

The little waiter said: "The old god is right here, Taoist priest, you can go up by yourself, the little one will leave first~" After finishing speaking, before Qiu Zhiqing could reply, he bowed to himself, then took a few steps back, turned around and left .

Qiu Zhiqing shook his head and had no choice but to go up by himself.Walking up the stone steps that are as wide as one person, he circled up, and on the top of the stage, he saw that Uncle Cuixuzi was playing with a strange instrument composed of multiple bronze circles and discs...

"Are you here?" As he spoke, he continued to fiddle with the instrument without looking back.

Qiu Zhiqing asked curiously: "Master, what is this?"

"An armillary sphere! For stargazing!"

"Uncle Master can still watch the stars?"

"I don't really understand, just take care of it so it won't break..."

Qiu Zhiqing: "..."

He suddenly remembered something, that is, the old man he met during the day yesterday actually said that he had ascended, so he asked curiously: "Uncle Master, I heard someone say that you were old and ascended seven years ago, what happened? "

He is really curious about this matter, because the rumors say that there are noses and eyes, and the person involved is in front of him, how can he not have the idea of ​​finding out...

Cuixuzi was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Although there are thousand-year-old trees in the mountains, it's rare to meet a hundred-year-old person in the world. My family teacher's lifespan is less than two years old, and I am old, I am two years old, shouldn't it be time to emerge?"

Qiu Zhiqing was dumbfounded, that's right, this uncle's master seems to be only over 110, it is unreasonable for him as a disciple to survive!And his apprentices are over 80, probably hiding in the palace to hide quietly...

In this way, Qiu Zhiqing practiced Taoism with Daoist Cuixu every morning, studied medicine, and had free activities in the afternoon, all of which were the same as in Zhongnan Mountain.Daoist Cuixu is also a master of both Taoism and medicine, not to mention anything else, just at the age of 20 years old, just a few words are full of Taoism!
In this way, autumn and winter come, and it is another early spring season, just as it is said in Han Yu's poem:
The rain on the Tianjie Street is as crisp as the grass, but the grass color is far away but not close.

The most important thing is the one-year spring benefits.

The West Lake at this moment is like this, the scenery is beautiful, and the people are also beautiful... It is this beauty that has indeed firmly attracted Qiu Zhiqing's attention. At this moment, it is just like that moment...

The spring breeze is incomprehensible, blowing the hearts of young people...

Qiu Zhiqing held a whisk in his hand, and followed the procession in front of him with a blank expression. He didn't know what he was going to do, but he just wanted to know if it was her in the sedan chair...

Qiu Zhiqing was in a daze, followed the crowd, and broke through the Qiantang Gate. This time, even the tax collectors didn't care about him, a frustrated Taoist who evaded taxes. Maybe it was because there were too many people, maybe he was not easy to mess with, maybe... maybe... Not so much maybe.

Following the welcoming team, they came all the way to a mansion in the middle of the house. On the door plaque were written the two big characters of Qin Mansion...

When the doorman stopped Qiu Zhiqing to ask if there was any accompanying gift, Qiu Zhiqing handed over the consultation fee given to him by the magistrate of Xiangyang...

(End of this chapter)