From a refugee to a martial artist

Chapter 170 Guidance
Life in the mountains is hard.

After finally getting out of the mountain and without any enemies around, Meng Yuan took a comfortable bath.

Seeing that it was already evening, Meng Yuan washed up and wanted to go and have a drink with Mingyue, but he didn't expect that Mingyue didn't want to see guests.

There was no other choice, so Meng Yuan went to find his little red horse, and they chatted about the past for a while.

Meng Yuan threw in half a melon that he had just fished out of the well, and then sent someone to invite Qingshan, saying that a banquet had been prepared.

Since he had nothing to do, Meng Yuan happily attended the meeting.

When Meng Yuan first met Xiang Qingshan, he only knew that he was from Beijing, and he had no idea of ​​his ways. But after seeing him twice, he knew his general responsibilities.

It is now late July. The food and grain that the Demon Suppression Bureau brought into the mountains needs to be replenished, and the spoils of war also need to be transported out. Xiang Qingshan is the one who is in charge of this matter in the rear.

When returning during the day, Meng Yuan saw many young and strong men carrying things into the mountains along the way. That was Xiang Qingshan's arrangement.

Of course, Meng Yuan felt that compared to these things, Xiang Qingshan was more concerned about Mingyue's safety.

Xiang Qingshan's residence was next to the Qishui Town Medicine Market, in an ordinary courtyard.

The summer heat is still there, and there are only two people at the table.

"Meng Xiaoqi." Xiang Qingshan personally poured wine for Meng Yuan and asked about what happened in the mountains.

Meng Yuan naturally had nothing to hide, so he told everything one by one, but skipped over his own affairs.

"Now that we have finished our work in the mountains, it's time to go back." Xiang Qingshan stroked his beard and smiled, not looking like a scholar who took the world as his responsibility. He drank a cup with Meng Yuan, and then smiled and talked about Confucianism.

Xiang Qingshan was not just talking to himself, but he pulled Meng Yuan aside to talk and tested him from time to time.

Meng Yuan had read a few books but did not seek to understand them thoroughly. When he met the real person, he revealed his true colors.

Sure enough, after testing Xiang Qingshan, he did not comment, but only asked, "Is Meng Xiaoqi married?"

Are you trying to connect me with Miss Mingyue?

"No." Meng Yuan was an honest man. "But I have a wife who has not yet married me, and my master's daughter may be given to me."

"Two... two?" Xiang Qingshan held up two fingers, "One wife and one concubine?"

"There's no difference between the two of them." Meng Yuan was telling the truth.

"I originally wanted to arrange a marriage for you." Xiang Qingshan stroked his beard and shook his head.

"Who are you talking about?" Meng Yuan asked in a low voice.

"My niece. But she can't be my mistress." Xiang Qingshan waved his hand.

"Really?" Meng Yuan had seen Taoist nuns and girls from martial arts families. Although the third young lady was a descendant of Confucianism, she could also be considered a Taoist nun.

Therefore, Meng Yuan has not talked to the Confucian girl or the Buddhist nun yet.

"If it really doesn't work, then don't think about it." Xiang Qingshan saw that Meng Yuan admired the Confucian style, but still rejected it sternly. He said, "Unless you reach a higher level, or find some people from poor families."

That's right! Master Nie also said that if you reach a higher level, you can sleep with the Queen Mother!

"I'm just curious, nothing else." Meng Yuan said.

"I know." Xiang Qingshan nodded and asked, "What are Meng Xiaoqi's plans for the future?"

Plan? Is this a promotion?
"I used to till the fields..."

Before Meng Yuan finished speaking, Xiang Qingshan asked curiously, "I remember you said you were a gelder, right?"

"..." Meng Yuan opened his mouth and said, "When I was a gelder, I also worked in the fields." "That's true." Xiang Qingshan agreed with this statement, "The ancients said that brave generals came from the ranks. These soldiers also came from the fields in the countryside."

Meng Yuan poured wine for Xiang Qingshan and listened quietly to the arrangements.

In fact, Meng Yuan had thought it through on the way here. Although he was not good at making friends with his colleagues, he had the support of the Third Miss and the help of Mingyue. Although he was suppressed for the time being, he would surely gain momentum in the future.

The higher you go, the more you learn and the faster you improve.

Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism coexist in this world. There are naturally people of great virtue among the three religions, but the people below are mean and despicable. Learning more skills, holding more power and sharpening their knives are the fundamentals.

"You are a seventh-rank warrior. You have learned the skills of Blooming Spring Thunder and Floating Light Cave Heaven, but you are still a small flag officer." Xiang Qingshan saw Meng Yuan pouring wine non-stop, so he continued, "But I see that you are not discouraged or frustrated. You have an open-minded character."

I practice martial arts at home every day. When I’m free, I write poems and couplets. When I’m not free, I seek help from Sister Qingqing. I never have time to feel frustrated!

"I'm just practicing martial arts at home, reading books, and slowly killing time." Meng Yuan sighed.

"It's good for young people to be able to calm down." Xiang Qingshan praised again, saying: "But young people should also have lofty ambitions."

He pointed to the south and said, "Songhe Prefecture is a thoroughfare and a safe place. If a warrior wants to move up, he can't stay in a place like this for long."

"Teach me, sir." Meng Yuan continued to pour wine.

"The Demon Suppression Division has garrisons in various places, but the main one is in the capital." Xiang Qingshan looked at Meng Yuan with a smile, and continued, "However, the fighting between the south and the north has been fierce recently, and the Demon Suppression Division has sent out a lot of people. It's a time when we are short of talent!"

Meng Yuan always remembers who he belongs to and in whose hands his roots lie.

If Mingyue wants to take me away, then Miss San will probably let me go. But if I need to find another master, then won't I, Meng Feiyuan, become a slave of three families?

"Is this what you mean, sir, or what Miss Mingyue means?" Meng Yuan asked.

"Ms. Mingyue has never been involved in official affairs." Xiang Qingshan laughed and said, "I know what you are thinking. The Ying family should take care of you when you are in trouble. But if you come to the capital in the future, I can still run around for you."

Although he didn't directly promise an official position, he still accepted the favor.

"Thank you, sir!" Meng Yuan poured more wine and thanked him sincerely.

"Look at you, haha, you know how to serve others and have good sense." Xiang Qingshan drank two cups and whispered, "How did you offend Miss Ying?"

Meng Yuan has always been friendly with others and never takes the initiative to cause trouble, let alone provoke others.

Moreover, Meng Yuan was an honest man. He knew very well that although the girl in the red cloak was petite and had a cute face, she was not someone to be trifled with, so he always kept his distance from her.

"I really don't know." Meng Yuan poured another glass of wine for Xiang Qingshan. "What did she say?"

"She didn't say anything." Xiang Qingshan stroked his beard, looked at Meng Yuan, and said, "She just said that you still lack some training."

Sharpening? Meng Yuan was in a trance for a moment before he realized that the red-cloaked Yingmei was just like those colleagues, who all wanted to suppress him and not let him show his face. It was just that his colleagues were bored, while Yingmei was guarding against thieves in the house!

"Sir, save me!" Meng Yuan said quickly.

"Not really, not really." Xiang Qingshan waved his hands repeatedly, "She's not an unreasonable person. As long as you have a clear conscience, can she beat you to death?"

What if I feel guilty?
"You're right, sir." Meng Yuan took a sip of wine and decided to be more careful in the future.

The two chatted until midnight, Meng Yuan talked about his experience as a gelding, and Xiang Qingshan told him about the splendor of Kyoto.

After the show was over, Meng Yuan had a comfortable sleep and then got up early.

I fetched water from the well to wash my body, but it couldn't wash away the frost on my face.

(End of this chapter)