"This tea is really good."

The old man in brocade couldn't help but praise him.

The little dumpling proudly put its hands on its hips and said, "Of course, these tea leaves belong to my boss."

The old man in brocade noticed the little bundle on Qin Luo's shoulder and said with a smile, "Little one, how come you're so small? You need to eat more while you're growing."

"Old man, I'm not a kid!"

The little dumpling tilted its head proudly.

Qin Luo stared at her. "Are you being polite?"

"That's impolite."

The little dumpling covered its head.

Qin Luo didn't tap her on the head, but said calmly, "Go back to your room and copy the Thousand Character Classic twice."

"oh."

The little dumpling pats its little mouth.

I need to remind myself to be more careful in the future.

Qin Luo thought the tea given by the Hermit of Floating Clouds was quite good, so he specially took out half a tin of tea and invited everyone to taste it.

The aroma of tea filled Qinghelou, attracting many locals to come and drink tea.

Qinghe Tower is becoming increasingly lively, with people drinking tea, reading, playing chess, and chatting—it's still far less crowded than Qingyue Tower.

Chu Peiran looked at the rotten piece of wood on the wall and asked with a smile, "Master Guichen's surname is Chen?"

Gui Chen nodded, "My surname is Chen."

Why did Master Guichen become a monk?

“When I was born, golden rain fell from the sky. Everyone said that I was a Buddhist, so my parents sent me to Jin Guang Temple to practice.”

Chu Peiran couldn't help but sigh, "My father said that when I was born, a magpie carried a jade branch to my house. He said I had the appearance of a sage, so he made me study the classics from a young age. Actually, I don't like studying. Master Guichen, do you want to become a monk?"

Gui Chen shook his head and said seriously, "I used to be very playful and didn't like to cultivate in the temple. I often ran out of the temple to play. Later, a high monk took me to travel the world. Seeing the suffering in the world, I decided to become an ascetic monk to relieve all the suffering in the world."

Chu Peiran chuckled and joked, "I thought Master Guichen would say he would help all beings escape the sea of ​​suffering."

"All beings suffer; only by saving oneself can one truly save oneself."

The meaning behind "returning to dust" is profound.

Qin Luo seemed to be deep in thought.

"Brother Dao, do you have a story?"

"I was struck by lightning when I came into this world."

"Hahaha."

Chu Peiran took out a map from his pocket. "Brother Dao, if you are going to the capital, this map should be useful to you. The red lines represent the routes I have taken."

Qin Luo opened the map, which had detailed markings for each prefecture. South of Jiangling City was Jiangnan Prefecture, which had many rivers and lakes and numerous historical sites. Further south was Pingyuan Prefecture, where the land was fertile and known as the granary of the world. To the east was the capital of the Great Xia Kingdom.

"Pingyuan County is really big."

Qin Luo murmured softly.

Chu Peiran said with a smile, "Pingyuan County is much larger than it is on the map. Due to the destruction of Wushang Temple and its ruins, it is difficult to see any mountains in Pingyuan County."

Qin Luo looked at the map. He had started from Longhu Temple and walked to Jiangling City. It was still a long way from the capital of the Great Xia Dynasty. He had only walked a little over halfway.

"Brother Chu, are there any interesting places in Jiangnan Prefecture?" Qin Luo was preparing to set off tomorrow, passing through Jiangnan Prefecture and Pingyuan Prefecture on his way to the capital.

Chu Peiran smiled and said, "Shenyan Lake, Caiyunjian, and Poyang City in Jiangnan Prefecture are all interesting places. Shenyan Lake has beautiful scenery, Caiyunjian is home to immortals, and Poyang City is mainly bustling. If you have time, you can visit them all."

Looking at the map, Qin Luo saw that the nearest lake was Shenyan Lake, followed by Caiyunjian. He smiled and asked, "Brother Chu, have you seen any immortals in Caiyunjian?"

Chu Peiran shook his head and sighed softly, "What a pity. When I went to Caiyunjian, I was unable to solve the Zhenlong Chess Formation, let alone meet the immortals of Caiyunjian. It's a regret. I will go again in the future. I won't leave until I see the immortals of Caiyunjian."

"interesting."

Qin Luo decided to go and see Caiyunjian.

Chu Peiran said in a deep voice, "Brother Dao, could you please help me deliver a letter to my father?"

"no problem."

Qin Luo nodded with a smile.

Chu Peiran doesn't usually write to his family, but this time he wrote to ask the Chu family to take care of Qin Luo.

"I'm going to check on the little dumpling. You guys chat."

Qin Luo got up and quietly went into the room. The little dumpling was holding a pen in each hand and writing two copies of the Thousand Character Classic at the same time. The left and right hands wrote exactly the same thing.

Clang!

Qin Luo tapped her head and said seriously, "Hold the pen with one hand and write carefully."

"oh!"

The little dumpling obediently did as instructed.

Qin Luo sat to the side watching her.

By evening, the little girl had finally finished writing the two thousand-character essays. She rubbed her wrists, then lay down on the ground and sighed, "So tiring, more tiring than fighting!"

Qin Luo chuckled and said, "I will read the Thousand Character Classic once every morning, noon and night."

"oh!"

The little dumpling blinked. "Big brother, can I go play now?"

Go!

"Be obedient."

"Got it, hehe."

The little dumpling slipped out of the room to play with Caixia.

When Qin Luo arrived downstairs, Chu Peiran had already put the letter into an envelope. "Brother Dao, you can just hand the letter over to the Censorate."

"no problem."

Qin Luo carefully put the letter away.

Chu Peiran raised an eyebrow. "Before we part, how about we play a couple more games of chess?"

"OK."

Qin Luo gladly accepted.

They went up to the second floor to play chess.

Chu Peiran, playing white, made his first move, placing his piece on the star point. Qin Luo, playing black, placed his piece on the center point as well. They exchanged moves quickly.

Black and white pieces battled it out on the board. In this game, Chu Peiran didn't care about winning or losing. He played entirely by feeling, and sometimes he could even make brilliant moves that he himself admired.

However, the outcome was still a defeat.

It was quite late when the two games of chess ended.

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