He looked at Wen Fei with a smile and said, "Get up, don't kneel, there is gold under the knees of men." The higher the leader, the more kind the people at the bottom, the more they are, and Master Wen naturally understands this principle.

The craftsman was excited and kowtowed twice to Master Wen in convincingly, then stood up. He suddenly slapped his head and shouted, "I remember, the villain just received this business a few days ago, and he dreamed of the Empress Tide God at night. Yes, yes. In the dream, the Empress Tide God is a woman, but she can't remember her appearance!"

Wen Fei clapped his hands and laughed: "That's it. It must be the God of Tide who dreamed of you!"

Master Wen Datian smiled, and the officials seemed to have been pressed, and then they laughed in a fun way. Waiting for Master Wen Datian to smile for sure, these people immediately stopped laughing. It was extremely magical!

Wen Fei ignored these dirty guys. He suddenly said, "Replace the plaque of this Chaos Temple and change it to the Shanghai Temple!"

None of these individuals noticed the difference between the so-called Tide Temple and the Sea God Temple, but it was Wen Fei's momentary feeling and his long-standing plan.

Since Master Wen Da Tian has ambitions for the ocean, he even got the steamship and the Maritime Warehouse Department. Then he will naturally put his thoughts on the sea god.

When Wen Fei was watching the tide, he had this idea in his mind when he saw the tide god for the first time.

Master Wen Datian shouted softly: "Come on, take out my pen and ink!"

Immediately someone gave Wen Fei's seal and pen and ink. Master Wen Datian drew a few strokes on it, but wrote the words of the title of the Tide God as the Sea God in simplified Chinese. Then he stamped the seal and the light that was invisible to the naked eye flashed across the entire paper.

Wen Fei shook casually and had already started to burn. But he saw an invisible golden light turning into golden talismans in the flames, falling on the statues like rain.

At this time, a small cave not far away suddenly vibrated, and it was rumbling like an earthquake.

A woman in white who was sitting cross-legged inside was awakened, but she saw countless golden runes falling from the void and falling on her body.

The woman in white stood up immediately, then turned around and disappeared into the cave.

After being enthroned by the Sea God, Wen Fei was in a good mood and even had the leisure to stroll around West Lake.

On the edge of the West Lake in the time and space of the Northern Song Dynasty, it is worthy of being the name of paradise on earth. If it were the West Lake in the modern time and space, it would look almost no different from other artificial lakes...

Decades ago, when Su Dongpo and Su Dahuzi were an official in the local area, he presided over the water conservancy rectification of West Lake. Even a Su dike was built in the West Lake, which gave the West Lake a picture-like scenery in later generations. It was always suitable for light makeup and thick makeup.

Unfortunately, Master Wen is ignorant of learning and ignorant. He originally wanted to find a good poem from his memory and come to the town to follow the officials.

Helplessly, the ink in my stomach was really limited. After holding it in for a long time, I still memorized the song "Qingshan Road Outside the Mountain..." that I learned when I was in school.

"What a good poem, a good poem!" Unexpectedly, it won unanimous praise from a large number of officials following behind. It interprets the wonderfulness of the poems made by Shangfu from all aspects.

He said in a slight manner that he would like to hold Wen Fei's poem to the top of the seven-character poem. Some said that he would like to regard this poem as a propaganda lyrics for West Lake and start the development of West Lake tourism...

Wen Fei sneered. He remembered that this poem was only from an artistic point of view. It did not have any special achievements. It was nothing more than the author at that time who satirized the slightly unconventional Southern Song court. It was then widely circulated to later generations!

Of course, the shame of Jingkang has not yet appeared. Zhao Ji was not caught in Wuguocheng to eat mutton, and naturally there was no appearance of the Southern Song Dynasty's small court. The irony in this poem could not be expressed at all, and it simply became a masterpiece praising the prosperity of Hangzhou and the beautiful scenery of West Lake.

But that's all, it's impossible to be praised so high.

Hangzhou magistrate Cai Jing smiled and said, "Everyone knows that Shang Father is a god and has a profound Taoist law. But he doesn't know that our Shang Father is also a scholar.

I once heard that when Shang's father passed Tongguan, he wrote a poem about the peaks and mountains as gathered, the waves as rage... and told them all about the rise and fall of the world, the changes of the world, and the suffering of the people... It is simply such a small word that only gods can make."

What? Shanpo Yang, Tongguan I miss you, isn’t this Yuan Song? When did I write it?

Wen Fei was shocked. He had long forgotten the nonsense he had been talking nonsense back then. Now, after being reminded, I thought for a long time before I remembered that this was the first time he and Yang Jian had gone from Tiandu Fort in Lanzhou to Tokyo.

Wen Fei laughed dryly and made up his mind to stop talking nonsense in the future, so as not to forget what he said in the future and make a joke.

"Although Shang's father did not have many poems, they are all excellent. It is better for Shang's father to write a few more poems. The subordinates are willing to pay their own salary and publish them for Shang's father..." Hangzhou magistrate Cai Jing said with a smile.

He is so tall! It's really clever! No wonder this guy can become the prefect of Hangzhou. He is really good at flattering. I feel ashamed of myself!

Thinking of this, all other officials followed up and must have the poems made by Shang's father. They would rather not have eaten for three years than publish Shang's father's collection of poems.

Wen Fei cursed in his heart, where did the Tianshi master go to write a few poems. He racked his brains, and what he thought about was the bright moonlight in front of the bed, two pairs of shoes on the ground, etc.

Fortunately, the officials also had winks. Seeing that Shang's father could not write good poems, they naturally could not make any more noises, otherwise the flattery would hit the horse's legs. Naturally, they would have to change the topic quickly.

But I saw a small black boat suddenly rowing through the shore among the lotus leaves all over the lake. A woman above, although wearing a simple cloth robes, her skin was as beautiful as snow and she looked like a picture.

Especially the tender white skin that could pinch water at first glance, wearing it in the rough linen clothes, revealing half of the white calves, which made it look even more thrilling.

"What a beautiful woman..." Those low-level officials who didn't know the secrets had sex and soul. They never thought that there would be such a beautiful fisherman woman on this West Lake.

They all regretted why they didn't realize it earlier, otherwise they would have been admitted to their own mansion and become a concubine who warmed the bed.

But those senior officials who know the inside story dare to show such an expression? Of course, the great master of the article will enjoy it!

The eyes of Master Wen stuck on like glue, and followed the back of the fisherman's girl.

Someone immediately said to Wenfei: "Well, who are you? Haven't you seen so many masters here? Why don't you come here to pay a visit!"

The woman shook, her figure trembled, and she seemed a little scared. Her weakness and helplessness made people feel weak. She complained in her heart that the officials who did not know how to be merciful and scared such a delicate woman.

The black-sailed boat was rowing recently, and the woman said carefully: "Dear masters are wearing casual clothes. The little woman really doesn't recognize her. She doesn't mean to neglect her. Please forgive me!"

Wen Fei was a little better, but he heard the lust and soul-savage of the guys behind him. I don’t know how many people swallowed their saliva in secret.

Seeing Master Wen's unkind look at him, his old faces were a little red and turned pale immediately.

Master Wen Da Tian didn't care much about himself. Even if he had such a rich online information in his past and later years, he had never seen such a soft and tender woman.

I have seen some women who are not inferior to this fisherman's daughter, but their icy and snowy skin is even better than their fiancée and the Roufu Emperor.

God, Princess Roufu, it’s not right, it should be a princess. Wen Fei had already advised Zhao Ji to change Princess to Princess.

The princess, with golden branches and jade leaves, enjoys all the wealth in the world, and the food, clothing and consumption are the best in the world. But the skin seems to be inferior to this fisherman's daughter.

It’s like when Master Wen Datian heard Andersen’s fairy tale when he was a child, he never figured out why the real princess was still unable to sleep when she was sleeping on the seventh floor mat.

Until now, when I saw this woman, Wen Fei suddenly realized that such soft skin was so tender that even though I had seven layers of mattresses, even if I used ten layers, I could leave traces on this naturally tender and jade-like skin.

I don’t know how this naturally produced perfect skin is maintained? Or is it so naturally that even if you wear such thick and lump clothes, your skin will not be rough at all?

It seems that the skin, gently sucked on it with your mouth, can leave thrilling marks. That tenderness is even softer than silk...

Just when Wen Fei was imagining, the woman said shyly: "The little woman is the fisherman on West Lake..."

The Hangzhou prefect nodded repeatedly and said in his heart: It’s really a beauty born with such a lovely little look. Even I was very moved when I saw it. I gave it to Shang’s father like this, and I was really reluctant to let it go!

Thinking of this in my heart, I comforted her warmly, "Don't be afraid, little lady, I'll just ask casually."

Cai Jing immediately changed to a very terrifying look and said with a smile: "This is my father Shang of the Song Dynasty, the Heavenly Master of the National Protection, and the Taoist leader. Isn't you here to pay a visit now!"

The fisherman's daughter was surprised. She obviously did not expect to meet the living gods of the Song Dynasty and the great good man Wen Fei, who was born in the thousands of families. She couldn't help but bow and said: "The trusted girl pays homage to the Heavenly Master."
Chapter completed!