Chen Pingan didn't wait for Ning Yao to finish what he said, and said angrily, Miss Ning, please wait a moment. Then Chen Pingan turned his head, took off his sword gourd and secretly took a sip of wine.
Ning Yao was a little confused.
Could it be that this guy did something that he couldn't forgive himself for? For example, he came all the way from Lizhu Cave to Daixuan Mountain and owed a huge debt, and it was all written down on her head, Ning Yao?
For example, he lost the Shanshanquan manual early, and after only practicing a few thousand punches, he felt that he was useless in boxing, so now he carried a sword box and started practicing swordsmanship. In the end, he was useless in boxing and swordplay?
Or maybe Chen Ping'an is wandering around the world, and fools are blessed. He is surrounded by a large circle of heartless confidante, and is now waiting for him in the inn?
Ning Yao thought about the East and the West, and the South and the North.
The only thing I never thought about was whether Chen Pingan had lost the sword Ruan Qiong forged.
How is this possible? Across mountains and rivers, in spring, summer, autumn and winter, he will definitely deliver the sword.
After drinking, Chen Ping'an suddenly stood up, walked down the steps, and faced Ning Yao. Behind Ning Yao was a Jingjian Pavilion, which seemed to be where the ten thousand-year-old spirit of the Great Wall of Sword Qi was, and there were also the Dogwood and Youhuang.
, Chen Ping'an was squatting at the foot of the wall, thinking about a lot of messy things. For example, in the poems and lines recorded in the book, there was one person planting dogwood trees everywhere, there was sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, there was A Liang and the fierce character, and there were those in the thunder pond.
Even more historical engravings, Chen Ping'an even thought about the first reunion between the two. It was definitely not like this, sitting on the steps of an upside-down mountain and then meeting her.
Ning Yao sat leisurely on the steps, leaning back and resting her elbows lazily on the high steps. Her eyes narrowed and her narrow eyebrows became more and more slender and attractive.
When Chen Pingan saw this scene, he couldn't say a word. He turned his head and took another sip of wine.
Chen Pingan just opened his mouth to speak.
Ning Yao suddenly raised his eyebrows, sat up straight, and asked: "Chen Pingan, when did you become an alcoholic?!"
The words that I had finally mustered up the courage to reach my mouth like climbing a mountain were all frightened back to my stomach, as if they had fallen off a cliff and died, and all of them were broken to pieces.
Chen Pingan sighed, squatted on the ground, remained silent, and scratched his head with both hands.
Ning Yao stood up and said with a smile: "Chen Pingan, you seem to have grown taller?"
Chen Ping'an stood up suddenly and stretched out his hand to signal Ning Yao not to go down the steps, "Miss Ning, wait until I finish saying this!"
The young man raised his head high, puffed out his chest, gripped the wine bottle tightly, and looked at the girl wearing a dark green robe.
Ning Yao blinked, as if he couldn't guess what medicine Chen Ping'an was selling in his gourd.
Chen Pingan said: "Miss Ning..."
He quickly shook his head and changed his name, "Ning Yao, I like you."
Ning Yao sat back on the steps and said, "Speak louder if you can."
Chen Pingan shouted at the top of his lungs, "Ning Yao! I like you!"
Ning Yao asked: "Who are you?"
Chen Pingan's smile was bright, he was no longer a little reserved, and he said boldly: "Da Li Longquan Chen Pingan!"
Although Chen Ping'an also knew that after giving the sword to Miss Ning, it would be best to get to know Miss Ning's hometown and her friends in the Great Wall of Sword Qi again before they get to know her for a while, and then decide whether to tell her or not.
Safe, the worst outcome is that Ning Yao doesn't like him, but maybe they can still be friends.
But Chen Ping'an didn't want to do this.
Ning Yao stood up again. She looked strange and asked Chen Pingan, "Is it so amazing to like someone?"
Chen Ping'an was confused and didn't know how to answer at all.
After someone confesses that they like her, do all the girls in the world ask this question?
Chen Ping'an couldn't help but complain a little about the masters of the old swordsman Song of Shushui Kingdom and the old Zhouzi of Guihua Island. They had a crow's mouth and refused to teach their martial arts experience.
Ning Yao stepped down the steps, came to Chen Pingan, stretched out a hand, "Bring it here."
Chen Ping'an groaned, untied the knot, took off the wooden box behind his back, pulled out the long sword forged by the saint Ruan Qiong, and handed it to the girl in front of him.
After Ning Yao took the long sword, she hung it on the right side of her waist without unsheathing it to check the edge. She went straight forward and just passed by Chen Pingan.
When Chen Pingan suddenly turned his head and looked around, he saw her raising one arm and gently waving goodbye.
Chen Pingan's lips moved slightly, but he couldn't say anything because all his strength and courage were used in the previous sentence.
He refused to turn his head or look away for a long time.
She walked farther and farther, and her figure gradually disappeared into the night.
Chen Ping'an turned his head, walked to where he was sitting on the steps, and began to mumble, saying words that he had no time to say.
Miss Ning, how are you doing recently?
Miss Ning, I have seen a lot of interesting things during this trip, can I tell you about them?
Miss Ning, you must have never imagined that I originally promised you to practice boxing a million times, but now you are only short of 20,000 punches.
Miss Ning, do you know that when you smiled at my ancestral home on Mu Ping Lane, I felt that I was the richest person in the world.
Ning Yao, I saw A Liang, but Mr. Qi left.
Ning Yao, I have been to Huangting Kingdom, Sui Dynasty, Caiyi Kingdom, Shushui Kingdom, and Laolongcheng. I have been to many places. I have met many girls, but none of them are as good-looking as you.
Miss Ning, you asked me if I liked you before, and I said no, and you didn't seem unhappy. But now that I like you so much, you don't seem happy. I'm sorry.
Miss Ning, I am very happy to meet you.
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In the white jade square at the foot of Gufeng Mountain, the little Taoist boy wearing a fishtail crown continued to sit on the futon and read a book. These days are important fasting days for Qingming Tianxia. Xuanxuan Mountain has never regarded itself as a vast world, so it leads to Jian Qi
This gate of the Great Wall will not be reopened until the day after tomorrow, otherwise this will be one of the busiest areas in the Upside Down Mountain.
Because only people pass here, not goods.
The real transit hub is in the heart of Hanging Mountain.
There are eight nearby ferries, including Zhu Fang Pavilion and Shang Xiang Tower, each with a sloping downward road leading to the mountain. In the early years, in order to decide whether it was necessary to cut through the mountain wall to build a new large ferry in the mountain, we asked Qing Ming Tianxia for instructions.
There was a dispute between the master teacher and his brothers. The Great Heavenly Lord of Taixuan Mountain thought that the general trend was inevitable. Why did Taixuan Mountain keep so much incense and not earn any money?
The Taoist boy, whose real identity is not only the gatekeeper, but also the second highest ranking person in Xuanxuan Mountain, feels that the groundbreaking of Xuanxuan Mountain, as long as it involves the Shan Ziyin body, even in the slightest, is disrespectful to the master.
At that time, the two quarreled and couldn't come up with an answer, so they did not hesitate to fight over it. Afterwards, they each lit three sticks of incense in Shangxiang Tower, which alarmed the master teacher who had been staying in Tianwaitian all year round. The master first returned to Bai Yujing in Qingming World, and then
After personally promulgating a decree, the two senior brothers calmed down. However, after that, the little Taoist boy, who originally held great power and was almost as powerful as his senior brothers, became angry and stopped handling any affairs of the Upside Down Mountain, leaving everything to the Great Heavenly Lord.
, I just guard such a futon.
The man holding the sword sitting on the hitching post had been sleeping soundly throughout the day, but at night he was very awake. His eyes were as bright as the bright moon, and his face was filled with a smile that was watching the excitement. He looked around as if he was waiting for someone.
He waited left and right, but when he didn't see the person he expected, he became a little impatient. He jumped down from the horse hitching post, walked around the mirrored door, came to the little Taoist boy and squatted down, the only sound in his ears was the little Taoist boy turning the book slowly.
The little Taoist boy has been in a bad mood recently. Although he is a Taoist in the lineage of Mahatma, he is close to the Third Master Lu Chen. He is annoyed when he sees that sissy named Lu. The little sissy has a loud voice, and even more
Annoying. Senior Brother Datianjun lost a fight with someone, but it’s still annoying.
Why are there so many worries in the world?
I had never been deceived by the little headmaster Lu Chen into this hanging mountain in the world before. When I stayed in that white jade capital, I didn’t have so many worries. I walked with the headmaster Lu on the railing on the top floor every day, eagerly waiting for the master to come from the sky.
Return to Baiyujing to recuperate. Occasionally, with good luck, you can meet Master Daozu, who is rare in a century. Master Daozu is a busy man and rarely appears in Baiyujing. He either wanders around in unknown secret realms to help stabilize his luck and build a world that can be used.
The monks live in the cave where they practice Taoism, or they observe the Tao in the small lotus cave. Of course, the Taoist ancestor no longer needs to realize the Tao. The so-called observing the Tao, according to his master, is just watching other people's small ways.
The little Taoist boy couldn't stand the man holding a sword next to him, "In the final analysis, she's just a little girl. What's so good about her?"
The man holding the sword smiled and said: "You don't understand, I am a guilty person and I am rarely interested in being punished here."
The little Taoist boy closed the book and said with a grin: "Hey, just across the door, in the vast world, there is a great swordsman in the immortal realm. What a small interest? How small?"
The middle-aged man shook his head and sighed: "It's really pointless to chat with a guy like you."
The man added, "The couple next door are more compatible with each other than we are, but now they've already started to gamble and enjoy themselves."
The little Taoist boy then became a little more interested, "What are you betting on?"
The man holding the sword asked tentatively: "Can you lend me half of the futon to sit on?"
Xiao Daotong remained motionless and sneered: "What do you think?"
The man no longer dwelled on this point and continued: "Old Yao and the Taoist nun next door were betting on whether the little girl would be alone or two people when they returned to the Great Wall of Sword Qi before dawn."
The little Taoist boy asked: "Can't we just not answer any of them?"
The man holding the sword shook his head and looked into the distance, "She will definitely return to the Great Wall of Sword Qi."
To be continued...