After saying this, the bearded swordsman, Taoist priest Zhang Shanfeng and Chen Ping'an looked at the trembling scholar almost at the same time.

The scholar was a little confused. He couldn't understand any of the words "Five Sacred Gods", "Yin Temple Mountain Gods", or "Dongfu Realm Viewing the Sea". He timidly said: "My father is only a fourth-grade county guard. What kind of mountain gods are not mountain gods? My father probably doesn't understand."

He said he has never heard of it, so he can't help."

The bearded swordsman smiled and said: "Don't worry, I'm not asking for your father's help, I'm just trying to prevent him from doing anything wrong. Early tomorrow morning, I will accompany you back to Rouge County, and hurry up to see the county governor. Don't let Zhao Liu do anything.

I'm the first to get there first. I believe that as long as Zhao Liu sees me, Mr. Xu, in the county magistrate's house, he will know what he is planning.

In front of the government offices, they cry out for grievances and beat drums, shouting that Master Qingtian wants to make decisions for the people."

At the end of the sentence, the bearded swordsman burst out laughing.

The ghost Yang Huang stood up and cupped his hands and said: "Then thank Brother Xu in advance!"

The bearded swordsman suddenly looked strange. He took a sip of wine and said dullly: "Brother Xu, I'm too old to be your grandson at my age!"

Yang Huang laughed and said: "Heroes don't care about their origins, and friends don't care about their age!"

Even the female ghost had some slight laughter leaking out from behind the veil.

The frail scholar who had finally managed to accumulate some courage was frightened and turned pale by the "sad and lingering" laughter.

That night, the young Taoist priest got too drunk, and the scholar named Liu Gaohua did not dare to open his mouth to drink. He was afraid that he would never see the sun tomorrow morning after being so drunk. In the end, the four of them lived in the second courtyard together, with Chen Pingan and Zhang Shanfeng next to each other.

In the side room, the scholar and the bearded swordsman became neighbors.

Nothing happened all night.

At dawn, Taoist priest Zhang Shanfeng got up and opened the door. He saw Chen Ping'an already practicing pile walking in the yard. He seemed to be walking slower and slower than when they first met.

After eating the breakfast prepared by the old woman, the four of them said goodbye and left together. Because the sun was rising high and the owners of the ancient house did not like the sun, they did not go out to see them off. They stood on the side of the embroidery building and waved from a distance.

The bearded man yawned, squinted at the increasingly dazzling sun, and said lazily: "It's another new day."

The Taoist priest Zhang Shanfeng was chatting with the scholar Liu Gaohua about the customs and customs of Rouge County. After Liu Gaohua walked out of this ancient house, his whole spirit changed completely, as if he had been injected with chicken blood. He talked incessantly with the young Taoist priest.

Had a great time chatting.

Chen Ping'an suddenly turned around and walked to the threshold, and said softly to the old woman: "Old lady, if, I mean, if there is any trouble, you can send a letter to Longquan County in Dali in the north, and send it to a man named Wei in Piyun Mountain.

People... just say that Brother Yang Huang is my friend, and Chen Pingan owes you a lot of wine."

The old woman smiled and nodded. Although she didn't take it seriously, she still didn't refuse the kindness.

Some kindness is just like the sunshine in the cold spring. Although there is not much difference between its presence and absence, why should you reject it?

Chen Ping'an stretched out his hand and handed over seven or eight snow coins, "Dali Longquan and Caiyi Country are a long way away. Here is the money for you to send the letter when the time comes, old lady."

This house has long used up all Yang Huang's financial resources, and everything is stretched thin. Therefore, even the wine is brewed by the house, and the dishes are picked by the old woman from afar.

The old woman hesitated for a moment and accepted the few snow coins.

Sending a letter to the Great Li Dynasty in the northernmost part of Aquarius Continent certainly costs a lot of money, but it definitely doesn't need to be as exaggerated as spending seven snowflakes.

But the young man handed over a handful of coins. They were just like the copper coins in the market. They were just such a small handful, no more and no less. It seemed that he refused, or deliberately took a few less coins, which was a little unkind, or...

Hypocrisy, even if you accept it generously, you won't owe a huge favor.

The old woman was a little embarrassed for a moment. She knew how to take care of other people's feelings at such a young age, and she didn't know how much hardship she endured as a child to have such a sense of proportion.

Taoist Zhang Shanfeng greeted with a smile: "Chen Pingan, let's go!"

Chen Ping'an sighed and said goodbye to the old woman. After running for a distance, he suddenly turned around and looked towards the embroidered building and shouted loudly: "The book says that lovers will eventually get married!"

The female ghost on the other side of the embroidery building looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

Although the couple is no longer "human", what does it matter?

The young man, carrying the sword case and the gourd hanging at the waist, ran backwards and waved goodbye to the old woman again, "Mother-in-law, the stir-fried pork with spring bamboo shoots is delicious! I will come again next time!"

The old woman stood at the door with a warm smile. She looked at the young man bathing in the sun and sighed softly.

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The group arrived at the prefect's mansion in Rouge County. The governor was handling government affairs in the official hall. The bearded swordsman and Taoist Zhang Shanfeng were sitting in the elegant and simple living room, drinking tea brought by the maid. Liu Gaohua took Chen Ping'an all the way.

He went to his father's study like a thief, because Chen Ping'an asked him for a map of Rouge County, and it had to be the kind of map stamped by the imperial court. Although Liu Gaohua didn't know what it was about, he thought he could get it this time.

Or after leaving the ancient house, he saw ghosts and ghosts with his own eyes, and even sat at the same wine table with her to drink. When he thought of this, Liu Gaohua became so proud that he liked whoever he liked, so he patted his chest and agreed to help.

Chen Ping'an stole a map of Rouge County in Caiyi Kingdom, but Chen Ping'an gave him fifty taels of silver without saying a word. Liu Gaohua originally wanted to talk about a friendship in need, and talking about money hurts feelings, but when he saw those heavy

of silver ingots, I suddenly felt that if I hurt my feelings, it would hurt my feelings. Anyway, the chance of meeting again in the future is not great.

Liu Gaohua tiptoed and led Chen Pingan to the study. After closing the door, he rummaged through the cabinets and finally pulled out an old scroll. It was an antique map of Rouge County. It was a candidate map. This was normal. This kind of imperial court

The situation map drawn by the Qintian Supervisor, of the two main selections, one must be hung in the lobby of the government office, and the other is handed over to the local military commander for safekeeping. Only this alternate map will be put away to collect dust.

After Chen Pingan confirmed that it was correct, he nodded and said: "This is it."

He had to spend fifty taels of silver to buy a very, very small possibility.

Mr. Qi once said that if you see a situation map that looks comfortable, you can take out the pair of landscape and watermarks and cover them without ink pads.

After Chen Pingan asked the scholar about the location of the ancient house on the map, he made an excuse and asked Liu Gaohua to go to the bookshelf to pick out a few books on landscape travel notes. When the scholar turned around, Chen Pingan's palms instantly became richer.

A pair of seals that look like "encountering mountains and rivers" were carved by Qi Jingchun in seal script, and the texture of the seals is the best Lizhu Cave Sky Snake Gallstone.

Chen Ping'an took a deep breath at the two seals, then looked at the location of the ancient house and pressed them down gently.

Then, without seeing anything unusual, Chen Pingan rolled up the situation map, tucked it under his arm, and said to Liu Gaohua: "Okay, let's leave quickly, lest your father finds out. I won't care about it then. I paid you.

I won’t pay you back. You were beaten half to death by the county guard. The most I can do is pay for the medicinal materials.”

Liu Gaohua casually took two books and threw them to Chen Pingan, and left the study together.

Chen Ping'an sighed quietly, feeling that the plan he had in mind would probably fail, but this was normal. There was no way that just stamping a seal could change hundreds of miles of Feng Shui luck. He was not a god.

It's just that Chen Ping'an made a mistake in his calculations.

Of course he is not a god.

But it was the teacher who carved the seal.

He is a god among gods.

As a result, for hundreds of miles with the ancient house as the center, the mountains and rivers were turned upside down, the filth receded and turned into pure spirit.

The mountain temple where the Yin Temple Mountain God was located collapsed instantly, and the golden body of the mountain god surnamed Qin was shattered.

Even though the old Taoist master of Shen Gaozong had let him go, met with him privately, and taught him tips and tricks, this made the mountain god overjoyed. He only felt that he was really lucky, and he was finally going to be lucky! He was no longer the little mountain god who was living in a prostitute temple.

, he will soon become a righteous god supported by the gods of Shen Gaozong!

So when his golden body was shattered, he never understood the reason. He just sat in a daze on the altar and disappeared into thin air.

Shen Gaozong Zhao Liu was leaving the town with a group of young ancestors at that time, and he instantly sensed the strange change in the color of the world.

The old Taoist Zhao Liu was dumbfounded.

Could it be that the sect’s golden boy personally took action?

I'm afraid the golden boy may not have such magical powers now, right?

The other junior members of the Shen Gaozong were even more frightened.

Only the little Taoist priest who looked frightened lowered his head, his eyes full of smiles, and the child was secretly enjoying himself, "Damn it, let me tell you, that guy has lived for hundreds of years.

The old bastard, he must have done this, haha, when I return to the mountain gate to see the master, I will definitely brag to him that this time I have met an immortal from the upper five realms!"

On the other side of the embroidery building, Yang Huang, the ghost ghost, ignored the sunshine and burned his soul. He quickly flew to the ridge of the embroidery building and looked at it. The surroundings were full of life, and spiritual energy gathered from all directions.

The man's face was full of shock and ecstasy.

The female ghost even broke open the roof directly, leaving her ugly body under the dress exposed to the sun. She took a deep breath, and for the first time in a hundred years, she felt her heart was fresh and her breathing was smooth.

Yang Huang's eyes were red and he said with great excitement: "There must be a saint to help! Maybe it was because of the appearance of Master Fu that the scene here fell into the eyes of an old god from the Shengaozong, so he gave him a great favor. No matter what, this is all.

It's a great thing, something I can't even dream of..."

The man choked with sobs and suddenly woke up. He knelt down and kowtowed three times in all directions.

The female ghost couldn't kneel down, so she bowed devoutly in all directions.

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The old woman standing in the third courtyard also bowed to all directions.

The old woman who has almost never drank in her life has no reason to think of pouring herself a bowl of wine. If it tastes bad, it will taste bad. She has lived long enough in this life, and it is already two lifetimes for others.

The old woman went to the foot of the kitchen wall, holding a wine bowl in one hand and a wine spoon in the other. The spoon was inserted into a wine jar that had already been opened. It made no sense why there was only so much wine left. The old woman was stunned for a moment, a little confused.

, then frowned, and finally her scalp went numb for a while. The old woman threw the wine bowl and the wine spoon, stood up suddenly, and murmured: "How is it possible, how is it possible!"

She wiped the sweat from her forehead and suddenly laughed. She spooned half a bowl of wine again. Then she walked out of the kitchen and sat on a bench in the verandah. Looking at the sunlight quietly falling on the ground in the courtyard, the old woman sipped her drink.

Wine, the white-haired old woman was rarely so leisurely and carefree, with nothing on her hands and nothing on her mind.

On such a sunny day before, there was a northern boy named Chen Pingan, carrying a wooden box on his back, trotting backwards, smiling and waving goodbye to the old woman.

Hanging on the waist is a small scarlet gourd, which contains wine, swords and rivers and lakes.

It turned out to be an alcoholic young swordsman.
Chapter completed!