Since they were not ready to have dinner in Shangqinghe Village, they did not need to alarm the old secretary Liu Chuankui. Du Yufeng was very familiar with the road conditions in this area and drove directly to the mountain road behind Shangqinghe Village, and then took them to climb Mount Qingtai. What surprised them was that there was a half-new and not old Beijing jeep parked near them, and there was no one in the car, so it seemed that they had already gone up the mountain first.

Zhao Xinwei smiled and said, "I also said that the incense is not strong, so I see that someone has already gone up the mountain."

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "It's just a car, and it's not necessarily a matter of burning incense when they come here!"

Zhao Xinwei originally wanted to carry his sister, but Zhao Xinhong insisted on walking by himself. After walking less than a mile, he could no longer support him. Under Zhao Xinwei's persuasion, he still asked him to carry it. They walked towards Qingyun Peak. It took more than two hours to Zhang Yang accompany Zuo Xiaoqing last time. Although the three of them had no problem with physical strength, they had to carry Zhao Xinhong, a serious ill, so their speed was significantly slowed down. Zhao Xinwei could not hold on after carrying it for a while, so it was replaced by Zhang Yang.

Du Yufeng had seen the amazing physical strength Zhang Yang showed that he was carrying Chu Yanran that night, so he had no intention of replacing it. He let Zhang Yang keep reciting it. Anyway, this guy wanted to use his performance to influence Zhao Xinhong, and Zhao Xinwei also saw that Zhang Yang was incredible. Although his physical fitness was good, he usually lived in the county town, and it was already very difficult to walk such a mountain road, let alone carry him alone, so he was kind of polite and just let Zhang Yang carry his elder sister.

Zhao Xinhong couldn't stand it anymore and whispered: "How come you two have the nerve to bully Zhang Yang!"

Zhao Xinwei smiled and said, "Sister, I am not physically strong. I am young and strong. Those who are capable should work harder."

Du Yufeng helped: "Sister Zhao, don't worry, Zhang Yang is famous for being exhausted. Last time he walked away with a beautiful woman for two hours and was like nothing happened."

Zhao Xinhong also laughed out loud: "He is a big beauty, but I am an old woman!"

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Sister Zhao, it is my honor to carry you up the mountain!"

Zhao Xinwei joked, "Brother, he's quite sweet-mouthed. Do you want to beg my sister if you have anything to do?" He heard about Zhang Yang from Du Yufeng, so he deliberately said indirectly.

Zhang Yang said, "We brothers have nothing to ask for. What I think about now is to burn a pillar of peace incense on Zixia Temple with Sister Zhao on her back, so that she can bless Sister Zhao to be safe for her lifetime and recover her health as soon as possible." The meaning of slapping on her was too obvious, but Zhao Xinhong was a little moved when she heard it and said softly: "It's hard for you."

At this time, two figures appeared in front of him, one was an old man wearing a gray Tang suit wearing a black cloth shoes, and the other was a tall girl wearing a black baseball cap and a black sports suit. The two were probably tired of walking and were resting on the stone on the side of the road. Seeing Zhang Yang and the others coming, the girl stood up. Because she was wearing wide sunglasses and a mask on her mouth and nose, she couldn't see her true face. She said in a bit stiff Mandarin: "Sir, how far is this place from Qingyun Bamboo Sea?"

Zhang Yang knew that the Qingyun Bamboo Sea she mentioned was located near the stone house of Chen Chongshan, where there was a mountain village where horse thieves in the old society settled. He pointed to the front and said, "It will take about half an hour to walk. It just so happens that we are going, so you can follow us!"

The girl politely said thank you, and then she went to the roadside to get the old man. The old man followed Du Yufeng's steps with a cane and said, "Young man, has this Qingyun Mountain been a bandit?" He spoke in a true Chunyang dialect.

Du Yufeng smiled and said, "Yes, but it was all before liberation. In the past, the horse thieves set up camp on Qingyun Peak, and went down the mountain to rob, making a living by intercepting merchants from Pinghai and Beiyuan."

Zhang Yang said: "There is one of the most famous bandits called An Dahuzi. I heard that when he was alive, he killed people and set fire to bully men and women, he would do everything he could."

Zhao Xinwei interjected: "I have also heard that women in Heishanzi now say that if you don't sleep, An Da Beier will come to you. Not to mention that it's really effective. When the child hears An Da Beier, he won't cry!" Several people laughed at the same time, and the old man laughed very happily. Instead, the girl stared at Zhang Yang coldly through her sunglasses. The reason why she disliked Zhang Yang was because this guy laughed the most rampantly.

Du Yufeng smiled and said, "Zhang Yang, what fate do you have with this big bearded man?"

Zhang Yang said with a depressed look: "You said that this bearded man An did not do anything good during his lifetime, but his descendants lived a very comfortable life. His son fled to Hong Kong before liberation and transformed into a patriotic businessman. The times are changing so quickly!"

Zhao Xinwei smiled and said, "If you have money, you are the master. At the time of the Cultural Revolution, the descendants of such bandits were still alive!" A group of people laughed at the same time.

The old man smiled and said, "So it's better for the party and the government. For such sinful bad elements, they can open their minds and accommodate them without any grudges, and give them the opportunity to reform themselves."

Zhang Yang said, "I think the government is too indulging them. Youdao is my hero, my hero, my thief, I must be a bastard, and this old man An is definitely not a good thing."

The girl bit her lower lip quietly and kicked a small stone. The stone flew out with a sound, hitting the trunk in front of her, and knocking off a small piece of bark. Zhang Yang was stunned in her heart, and he didn't expect that the girl's kicking power was so powerful.

The old man smiled kindly and said, "The newspapers say that An Zhiyuan is a patriotic businessman. How do you determine that he is not a good person?"

Zhang Yang said: "Isn't it just that there are two bad money? I think I'm doing something wrong. I use my so-called influence to put pressure on the government. You said that in addition to building a few dilapidated primary schools and doing an image project, he did anything good to his hometown? That is, the government is spoiling him, and I don't think anything is patriotic businessman."

Du Yufeng also helped: "There are scammers everywhere now. Maybe An Zhiyuan is a beggar in Hong Kong, so he will become a celebrity when he comes to us."

Zhao Xinwei smiled and shook his head and said, "Old Du, you are wrong. An Zhiyuan is really rich. I heard that there are several listed companies in Hong Kong, and there are five concubines alone, and there are countless lovers behind the scenes. I read the newspaper two days ago and said that this old man had another Hong Kong lady."

"So he's an old hooligan!" Zhang Yang said with an exaggerated expression, and the few people laughed at each other.

The old man smiled and said, "I heard that An Zhiyuan is over 70 years old. Such a person still has the energy to do those fun things?"

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Old man, have you heard a word that makes people old and not old. If you say something offensive, do you not get moved when you see the beautiful little girl now?"

The old man smiled and pointed at Zhang Yang: "You guy is really funny!"

Several people talked and talked in a very speculative manner. The old man was cheerful and outgoing, and laughed loudly from time to time when he talked to Zhang Yang.

The stone house on the hillside finally appeared in everyone's sight. Zhang Yang knew that Chen Chongshan liked Qingjing and did not mean to disturb him. He pointed to the direction behind the stone house and said, "Old man, behind the stone house is the Qingyun Bamboo Sea, let's break up here!"

The old man smiled and nodded: "Thank you for your sake. By the way, young man, I haven't asked your name yet!"

"Zhang Yang!" Zhang Yang said carelessly, but he didn't know that this name had been remembered firmly by the silent girl.

While they were about to leave, Zhao Xinhong lay weakly on Zhang Yang and said in a trembling voice: "My chest hurts a lot..."

Zhang Yang hurriedly put her down. Zhao Xinwei went to get morphine tablets and boiling water. Because of panic, the thermos in his hand was knocked over. What's even more unlucky is that because of the panic that he came out, he actually forgot the morphine tablets at home. Zhao Xinhong's face was pale, and the cold sweat was already covered with his face. Zhang Yang saw her in such pain, and his fingers were touching several of her acupoints one after another. Zhao Xinhong then felt that the pain in her chest was relieved slightly.

At this time, the girl walked back and handed a bottle of mineral water to Zhao Xinhong.

Zhao Xinwei hurriedly unscrewed the bottle cap and fed his sister to drink.

Zhao Xinhong took a breath and looked at the girl with gratitude: "Thank you..."

The old man also walked back, but his eyes looked at Zhang Yang and said in surprise: "You can pin the acupoints?"

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "I have learned some skills from the blind man who was massaged. I am not very proficient, so I am so happy that the old man laughed!" From the old man's words, Zhang Yang heard that the other party should have some understanding of the acupoint-pointing techniques, otherwise he would not judge from his actions just now that he could point acupoints.

The old man smiled meaningfully, came to Zhao Xinhong, and said with a smile: "I understand some medical principles, why don't I help you take your pulse?"

Zhao Xinhong hesitated for a moment and reached out her hand. The old man put his eyes on her vein door, his eyes drooping slightly. After a while, he opened his eyes again, showing an incomfortable look.

Zhao Xinhong smiled indifferently and said, "If you have anything to say, just say it directly. I know my own illness. For me, being able to live one more day in this world is a profit."

The old man sighed and said, "I didn't expect that you could see life so thoroughly. In fact, the most important thing for a person to live in the world is to make every day meaningful, and not care about the length of life. Having so many people who care about you and love you is a kind of happiness in itself."

Zhao Xinhong smiled and said, "I feel much more relieved when I hear the old man have this place."

The old man smiled and said, "There is no absolute in the world, and there may be a turning point." He glanced at Zhang Yang again, and then walked towards Qingyun Zhuhai with his granddaughter.

After Zhao Xinhong was about to rest, the group continued to walk towards Zixiaguan. Zhao Xinwei and Du Yufeng did not realize the effect of Zhang Yang's acupoint just now, but Zhao Xinhong knew clearly that after Zhang Yang tapped her acupoint, the pain on her body was almost relieved in an instant. Even taking painkillers in the past did not have such a magical effect. As a medical worker, she began to reexamine the young man in front of her.

Zixia Temple is still in the same dilapidated appearance. Zixia Real Person Li Xinyi was sitting lazily in the yard basking in the sun. Even Zhang Yang and the other four walked into the Taoist temple without attracting any attention. They sat on the long bench with their eyes squinted and seemed to be about to fall asleep.

Zhao Xinwei helped his sister to Laojun Palace to sautumn. Du Yufeng had met Li Xinyi before and shook over happily: "Master Li, I haven't seen her for more than a year and still have the same style!"

Li Xinyi opened his left eye and looked at Du Yufeng with a strange look. It took him a long time to remember what Du Yufeng did. He nodded and said hello, and then his eyelids drooped again. Obviously, he didn't want to be disturbed by others.

Du Yufeng also felt a little bored and smiled embarrassedly. He walked around to Zhang Yang, who was admiring the inscription, but saw Zhang Yang recited lightly: "I don't see the ancients in front of me, nor the comers behind me. I miss the vastness of the world, and I burst into tears!" He praised his good poem. This poem was written by Chen Zi'ang of the Tang Dynasty. Of course, Zhang Daguan Ren would not know about it.

Du Yufeng had no literary corporations. He stood aside from a distance and looked at Zhang Yang shaking his head. He thought to himself, this kid is sour, so don’t bother him.

When Zhang Yang came last time, he mainly accompanied Zuo Xiaoqing to watch the sunrise. He did not pay attention to so many inscriptions in Zixia Temple. Now he has the opportunity to appreciate them carefully, but he saw a line of words written on the inscription: It is easiest to be an official. This passage aroused Zhang Yang's great interest. It is said that the career of the government is difficult and dangerous. Why would anyone say that?

Li Xinyi came to him with straw sandals at some point. He had already recognized Zhang Yang as the one who came to see the sunrise with Chen Xue that day. Because of Chen Chongshan's relationship, he was more friendly to Zhang Yang than others and whispered: "Do you know the source of this passage?"

Zhang Yang shook his head and said, "Please give me advice!"

Li Xinyi gently stroked the white goatee under his jaw and said, "This passage was said by Li Hongzhang, an important official of the Qing Dynasty. There are many people in the top officials, and there are more people in the bottom. He told the bottom to do what the top officials said, so he didn't have to do anything."

Zhang Yang said, "It is easy to be an official, but it is not easy to be a good official."

Li Xinyi said: "What is a good official? The highest level of being an official is in line with the realm of my Taoism, that is, governing by doing nothing! The more mediocre you are, the easier it is for a person who does nothing to sit firmly and the easier it is to become a high official."

Zhang Yang couldn't help laughing. This old Taoist priest was really fun. As a Taoist disciple, he actually used this fallacy to explain the true meaning of inaction and governance. Zhang Yang said: "The real meaning of inaction and governance is to follow the laws of nature without doing anything recklessly; governance means governance. If one does not act recklessly, the world will be governed. This was originally a criterion that restricts individual behavior."

When Li Xinyi heard Zhang Yang's words, his eyes showed some appreciation. He didn't expect that this kid would have such an opinion at such a young age. No wonder that the old man Chen Chongshan highly praised him and was about to argue with Zhang Yang, when he saw an old man and a young man coming in from outside the door, Li Xinyi frowned and walked towards the backyard without saying a word.

Zhang Yang didn't know why the old Taoist priest suddenly left. He turned around and saw that the grandfather and grandson he met on the way up the mountain had also come to Zixia Temple. Seeing the old man walking steadily and calmly, he had already guessed in his heart that the old man was probably in martial arts, otherwise how could he hike up Qingyun Peak at his age?

The old man greeted Zhang Yang happily, and his eyes also fell on the stone tablet engraved with the easiest to be an official. He looked carefully and concluded that these words were not written by Li Hongzhang himself. He couldn't help but smile: "The easiest to be an official. I think Li Hongzhang's official position is not very good. If he was a good official, how could he fall to that level in the late Qing Dynasty?"

Du Yufeng finally found the opportunity to interrupt: "Old man, you should blame that old lady Cixi for that matter. Didn't she say that she had put all the military funds of the Beiyang Navy to build a garden?"

The old man sighed and said, "The word corruption has never disappeared from the political arena in China, because of human nature!"

Du Yufeng said, "Actually, it's nothing if officials are a little greedy. What they fear most is the kind of people who are corrupt and do not do anything to the people."

Zhao Xinwei helped his sister out and smiled and said, "I said, buddy, let's not discuss political affairs when we go out."

It was already noon, and Zhao Xinwei was worried that his sister would be hungry, so he invited them to choose a place outside the Taoist temple for dinner. Zhao Xinhong brought some egg pancakes and distributed them to Zhang Yang and Du Yufeng. He asked Zhao Xinwei to send two to the old man and exchanged gifts. He just gave her a bottle of water, so he had to express his feelings.

The old man was very kind and got together with them while eating pancakes. Instead, his granddaughter seemed to be alone and walked to the sea viewing platform to enjoy the scenery.

As the topic was discussed by several people, they came to An Dahuzi, which was mentioned by the old man. When he went to Qingyun Bamboo Sea just now, he visited the Heifeng Village where the horse thieves were entrenched by the time, and sighed: "There are really a lot of tourism resources in Qingyun Peak, but they lack development. If they develop and become famous, they will definitely bring considerable tourism income to Chunyang."

Du Yufeng said: "It's not just Qingyun Peak. There are countless scenery of all sizes on Qingtai Mountain. It's just that people are not aware of it. What a pity!" This guy actually pulled out a poem in a literary way, but it's a pity.

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "What does the old man do?"

The old man smiled and said, "My surname is Li, and I am a retired employee of Chunyang Cultural Bureau. I am just trying to collect some materials and write a novel about Ma Fei'an's bearded man."

"A writer!" Du Yufeng exclaimed with wide eyes.

The old man said happily: "I'm not a writer. I have published a few tofu pieces in the newspaper. This is the first time I tried some such big-picture works. It's a pity that there are not many remains left in Heifeng Village."
Chapter completed!