First Class Taoist Gate

　　　　 The world is cold, and the human relationship is cold and warm, only one knows it!

　　 Zhang Bairen and Baiyun Taoist wandering around the mountain with the female beggar for three days, they finally found a trace on the ground and saw a small village in the distance.

　　 The small village is in full swing, and new houses are being built. When Zhang Bairen came to the village, the village boiled instantly, and the villagers greeted him one after another.

　　 I have to say that in ancient times there was no technology, and people's efficiency was really slow.

　　 Zhang Bairen smiled and responded to the greetings of the people in the village, and then came to his home. A two-story bamboo building had been built long ago.

　　 "This is your home" said an uncle in the village.

　　 Looking at the two-story bamboo building covering an area of ​​more than two hundred square meters, Zhang Bairen was taken aback: "How long will it take to build my bamboo building?"

　　 "Little Mr. I don't know, it was the county chief who specially sent Mohist masters to help. The work started a few months ago," the uncle laughed.

　　 Baiyun Taoist priest hugged his arms and looked at the bamboo building in front of him: "Mr., your house is spacious this time."

　　 "My house does not take in men, so you can find a place by yourself." After speaking, he looked at the female beggar beside him: "Do you have a name?"

　　 "The concubine's surname is Zhang" the woman respectfully said.

　　 Zhang Bairen was taken aback: "It is actually my own family."

　　 "Go, I'll take you to wash up, how do you meet people like this?" Zhang Bairen looked at Uncle Zhang who was busy building a house, and smiled: "Uncle Zhang, the building of your house is slow enough."

　　 "Oh, your kid actually came back" Uncle Zhang looked at Zhang Bairen, his eyes lit up.

　　 Zhang Bairen looked at Bai Yun: "Nuo, you and Uncle Zhang together, his house is going to be built, you can help, I am going home."

　　 "Uncle Zhang, I will bring you a helper, and I will go to your house for dinner at night" Zhang Bairen smiled and pushed open the door, led Zhang into the yard, and shut Bai Yun outside.

　　 Bai Yun rolled his eyes and looked at Uncle Zhang with a smile: "Pan Dao Baiyun."

　　"Bairen" Mother Zhang had heard the voice long ago, and she was waiting in the yard. Seeing Zhang Bairen walk in, she dragged her into her arms: "How did you come back?"

　　 Zhang Bairen smiled bitterly: "My child is delayed because of something."

　　 Looking at the unkempt and ragged woman behind Zhang Bairen, Mother Zhang was taken aback: "Who is this?"

"This woman has a hard life. I will bring it back and be a maid for the child. This woman is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and calligraphy. She suffered a lot from the family. The child saw her poorly and brought her back. Later the child went to warm water and washed her. Fan, Niang found two sets of clothes to change and wash, and then go to the town to make a custom one another day." Zhang Bairendao.

　　 Zhang's mother's clothes are luxurious, not ordinary materials. They were all given by the county officer and the queen. In order to win Zhang Bairen, these people did not save money.

　　 "It turned out to be like this, but also a poor person, thinking that you and my mother and son wandered in Mobei and looked like this woman." Mother Zhang sighed softly.

　　 After Mother Zhang finished speaking, she hurried to the backyard to boil water. Zhang Bairen looked at Zhang and dragged the tub to the pavilion below. Now the weather is so hot that the water is not too cold, but the water is too hot.

　　 added water to the bath tub, Zhang Bairen went to add firewood, Zhang's mother found two clothes, both of which were given by the palace and had not been worn. The Zhang family repeatedly thanked them.

　　 After the water boiled, Zhang Bairen carried the wooden bucket to change the water, and then the mother and son went out of the pavilion, leaving only the female beggar to clean it by herself.

About half an hour later, when he heard the sound from the room, Zhang Bairen said: "You hide behind the screen, I will change the water for you. There is too much dirt on your body. Soak it for a while. The water may be a wash. Not clean."

　　 While talking, Zhang Bairen changed the water with a wooden bucket. These days, Zhang Bairen trekking day and night, his prowess increased, his background was supplemented, his body began to become tough, but his brows still showed a sickly temperament.

　　 After changing the water three times, Mother Zhang went to prepare lunch, while Zhang Bairen sat in the courtyard boredly cutting bamboo sticks.

　　 "Squeak"

　　 The door of the house opened, and a burst of water vapor hit, Zhang Bairen turned to look, but he was taken aback.

　　 Is this the beggar who picked it up by himself?

　　At this moment, Zhang Bairen almost thought that he had seen the Xiao family and the empress in the palace.

　　The eyebrows are picturesque, the skin is white, but the whole person is thin, and it seems to be malnourished, but the spirit and temperament are very good, and there is a kind of nobleness in the softness.

　　Long hair reaches waist, temple hair is like lacquer, radiant.

　　 At this time, Zhang Bairen couldn't think of any words to describe the appearance of the woman in front of him. They had their own advantages compared with Queen Xiao.

　　 "Zhang's?" Zhang Bairen looked at the woman in front of him in confusion, and couldn't believe that the woman who looked like the person in the painting was actually the beggar he picked up.

　　 "I have seen the son, the slave's surname is Zhang, the name is called: Lihua" The woman came to Zhang Bairen and gave a pitiful salute.

"Zhang Lihua?" Zhang Bairen was taken aback, and then smiled: "This name is actually the same as Empress Chen's concubine. If I didn't know that Concubine Chen was beheaded by Yang Guang, I would definitely treat you as the concubine of Empress Chen. Lihua's appearance is probably better than Chen Guifei by three points."

　　 "The son passed the award. In the future, the slave will be the son's maid, taking care of the son's daily life." Zhang Lihua covered her mouth and smiled gently.

　　 Just as she was talking, Mother Zhang walked out from the backyard and looked at the woman with picturesque brows and noble all over her body. She was taken aback, "Where is the girl from? Is there anything going on in my house?"

　　 "Mother, she is the Zhang clan" Zhang Bairen smiled bitterly. No wonder Zhang's mother would admit her mistakes. It is really that the image of the woman in front of him is too far apart from the image of the downcast female beggar.

　　 "Ah..." Mother Zhang was taken aback.

　　 "Meet the mistress" Zhang Lihua smiled softly.

"Get up quickly, get up quickly, the girl is so beautiful, how can she come to my house as a slave, the girl must not listen to that kid's nonsense, I will have dinner later, I will bring you silver tael, you leave and go home quickly" Mother Zhang quickly helped the woman up.

　　 "Mother, the little gentleman treats me very well, I had a word in advance, how could I break my promise and get fat? What's more, where I am a woman and a woman alone, where can I go?" Zhang Lihua looked at Mother Zhang pitifully.

　　 "Well, then you just live here, just don't say anything to be a slave." Mother Zhang looked at Zhang Lihua, at the age of twenty-four or five, even Mother Zhang couldn't help feeling in her heart: "It's so beautiful."

　　 After lunch, Zhang Bairen returned to the room. Zhang's mother had already arranged the house. Zhang's mother lived in one room, Zhang Bairen lived in one room, and Zhang Lihua lived in Zhang Bairen's outer room.

　　 Originally Zhang's mother wanted to give Zhang Lihua a house alone, but Zhang Lihua refused to live and die. She had to be a maid and lived outside of Zhang Bairen's bedroom. Zhang's mother was awkward. UU reading www. uukanshu. Com can only be allowed.

　　 Originally asked Zhang Bairen to sleep alone, Zhang's mother was still a little worried, but with Zhang Lihua taking care of her, she felt relieved.

　　 Zhang Bairen’s room is very large. The study is in the room. There is a row of bookshelves, all the books that Zhang Bairen had read back then, and they are quietly placed on the bookshelf.

　　 On the table, there is a fine rice paper, all pen, ink, paper and ink are top grade.

　　 Zhang Bairen hung the long sword around his waist on the wall, and the four long swords behind him were placed in the sword pouch, staying three feet away from his body at all times.

　　 Zhang Lihua took out a book and read it silently, but Zhang Bairen was not hurriedly cutting the bamboo stick.

　　 The knife is an ordinary knife, but in Zhang Bairen's hand it cuts like iron.

　　Zhang Bairen's movements are very steady, without the slightest tremor, and every knife down seems to have a mysterious trajectory.

　　 Looking at the bamboo stick that was cut on one side, Zhang Lihua smiled, put down the book in her hand, came to Zhang Bairen and gently picked up the file and began to polish it.

　　 Zhang Bairen didn't stop him, he still stared at the bamboo stick in front of him intently, and after a while he stopped his movements: "Lihua."

　　 "Huh?" Zhang Lihua was taken aback.

　　 "I can teach you spiritual practice some time, do you like to practice Taoism or martial arts?" Zhang Bairen raised his head and looked at Zhang Lihua.

　　 "Listen to the son" Zhang Lihua smiled, brilliant like a flower.

　　 Zhang Bairen nodded: "Then practice Taoism, martial arts training is too difficult, you can't suffer, and Taoism can rejuvenate and stay youthful."

　　 "Thank you, son, but... this secret practice cannot be passed on lightly. Is it troublesome if the son passed me on?" Zhang Lihua hesitated.

　　 Zhang Bairen smiled triumphantly: "Trouble? I have countless avenues with thousands of volumes, divided into Mahayana, Middle Vehicle, and Hinayana. What's wrong with you?"