Not only is it not boring, it is actually somewhat pleasing to the eye.

Chen Ping'an was deeply impressed.

If he hadn't really had no talent for playing chess, and he felt that chatting with his hands would be too time-consuming and would delay his boxing and sword training, otherwise Chen Ping'an would really want to think about how to play chess.

Yao Jinzhi came slowly, and she took off her curtain hat at the inn. After sitting down, she said to Lu Baixiang who had almost finished packing the chess pieces: "Mr. Lu, let's talk about a game?"

Lu Baixiang glanced at the sky and said with a smile: "It's probably going to be a fierce battle. I don't mind playing chess after dark. I just wonder if Miss Yao can see the chess game clearly then?"

Yao Jinzhi nodded and said: "It's a full fifteenth month. With the moonlight, you should be able to see clearly. Mr. Lu doesn't need to worry about this."

Guess first.

Lu Baixiang holds white, Yao Jinzhi holds black.

Chen Pingan stood up and looked at the trends of both sides. Without understanding the profit and loss, he returned to the bench, sat cross-legged, and drank slowly.

Since there are two large springs in the team, Chen Ping'an is not willing to reveal the details of the "Ginger Pot", so it is not pleasant to drink during the day. After all, monks and martial arts masters are sharp-eyed, and the posture of holding a pot and raising an arm may be too wide.

You can see the clues. Chen Ping'an wandered thousands of miles, and unknowingly, when he came back to his senses, Yao Jinzhi had left, and Lu Baixiang was there to clean up alone.

Lu Baixiang put away the chess pieces and said with a smile: "I hope that one day I can go to Baidi City, which is located among the colorful clouds. He is such a 'Fengrao World's first chess player', which makes people fascinated."

Chen Pingan blurted out: "I have a...student who is very good at chess. When you meet in the future, we can learn from each other."

The young Cui Han, or Cui Dongshan, was a great player who had negotiated ten games with the master of Baidi City.

However, admitting that Cui Dongshan was his disciple still made Chen Pingan feel helpless. After all, he could not be called a friend.

However, Lu Baixiang was not too serious. Neither Sui Youyou nor Yao Jinzhi could use his seven or eight points of strength in the two games of chess. However, Sui Youyou really lost, but Yao Jinzhi did not.

She hid her chess skills, but even though she tried her best, she still lost. Lu Baixiang was almost arrogant about her chess skills. In that distant world for hundreds of years, Lu Baixiang, the founder of the Demon Sect, had nothing but martial arts.

He is an expert in riding horses and is invincible in chess.

What Lu Baixiang is really curious about is that Chen Ping'an is not very young and is not a disciple of Confucianism in this world, but he actually has a student disciple.

After chatting for a while about the customs and customs of the county, Lu Baixiang went to return the chessboard and chess box, while Chen Pingan stayed alone in the pavilion.

It was late autumn, and according to the team's itinerary, we arrived at the ferry outside Mirage City, which was almost the beginning of winter.

I heard that after a heavy snowfall, Mirage City is a place of rare beauty in the world.

Chen Ping'an was in a peaceful mood. Compared with his expectations when he just left Hanging Mountain, Chen Ping'an reached the seventh realm, the Golden Body realm, ten years later. His progress in martial arts was extremely fast, far beyond imagination. This was attributed to both inside and outside Feiying Castle.

In addition to the two life-and-death battles, there was also a series of fights between Lotus Flower Paradise and Border Inn. Not only did he successfully enter the fifth realm, but he also had a solid foundation. Even if he broke through the bottleneck now and entered the sixth realm in one fell swoop, Chen Pingan would not be able to

I feel like my steps are light.

Not to mention Zhong Qiu among them, among the others, such as the Golden elixir monk with the Five Sacred Mountains Crown, Ding Ying, the number one man in the blessed land, Huai Lili, the palace guard of the Daquan Dynasty, and Chen Pingan, which one won easily?

Chen Ping'an couldn't believe how difficult it was to enter the Seventh Realm from the Sixth Realm, and what kind of opportunities and background it required. After the Seventh Realm, there was the Ascension Realm, also known as the Yuanyou Realm, where a pure martial artist could reach the sky in one step and be like an immortal on the mountain.

Traveling in the wind.

The nine realms of pure martial arts, plus the true end of the secret realm, make a total of ten.

Among them, the eighth realm, Far Traveling Realm, was the one Chen Pingan yearned for the most.

In the deserted night, Chen Ping'an, who was practicing the Eighteen Stops of Sword Qi even while riding a horse, rarely felt lazy, so he just sat in the pavilion drinking and being in a daze.

It wasn't until Yao Zhen and his granddaughter Yao Jinzhi came for a walk that Chen Pingan stood up and found that the old man's face was not very good-looking. Yao Jinzhi said softly: "The county governor here, at the banquet, I only talked with grandpa about the past on the battlefield. Grandpa drank and enjoyed himself. The county

In private, the governor sent someone to deliver a heavy gift to the inn, hoping that after grandpa enters the capital, he would take care of his protégé in the court, which made grandpa very angry."

Yao Zhen patted his knees lightly, with a lonely look on his face, and said with emotion: "I remember what a great young man I was back then. He was full of energy and righteousness. He was never timid when fighting in battle. How come he has changed so much in just over ten years since he entered the officialdom?

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Yao Jinzhi smiled and said: "Grandpa, ten years are not short. The mood of Wu Sha slightly changes, and the Huang Pavilion takes on a new look."

Yao Zhen snorted coldly, "It's superfluous! Don't expect me to say anything against this kid in the temple."

Yao Jinzhi asked with a smile: "Is it possible that if he doesn't give a gift, grandpa, you will say good things for him because of the friendship he has accumulated in the past? Obviously not, since he doesn't know how to do it anyway, he might as well take a gamble and gamble.

Grandpa, you know that in the officialdom, you can't help yourself, so you have to do as the Romans do. After entering the Yamen of the Ministry of War, I bet that I will win over a group of old people from the army to avoid being squeezed out by the officials and nobles of the capital. When the time comes, I will be isolated and helpless, and the situation will force me.

Maybe the first name I remember is that of the local county governor."

Yao Zhen smiled bitterly.

Chen Ping'an did not interrupt, but the grandfather and grandson were willing to talk about these crooked official rules in front of outsiders. Chen Ping'an could only listen to them as a piece of knowledge that is hard to buy.

As long as you cross the buried river that crosses the territory of Daquan, you are halfway through the journey north.

That evening, the Yao family's team stayed at a posthouse on the south bank of the Mi River. It was only half a mile away from the Mi River. Yao Zhen took Chen Pingan to go to the river to enjoy the scenery and relax.

The hard dish on the dinner table just now is the buried river carp. The carp from this big river, golden-scaled red tail, has no fishy smell at all whether it is steamed, sweet and sour or braised. It is extremely delicious and is a tribute from the Daquan Dynasty.

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It is a pity that the famous temple buried in the river is a little far away from the inn and the ferry. It is more than 300 miles away. Throughout history, literati and poets from several countries have left precious calligraphy on the wall of the temple.

, the earliest can be traced back to six hundred years ago, and there are even many poems and lyrics by great writers from different eras, one first and one later, one question and one answer, complementing each other, as well as secret competitions on the same theme, plus the comments of later generations of scholarly celebrities.

, making a water temple shine with brilliance, splendid literary talent, and rich literary fortune, which is simply more exaggerated than the Mirage City Confucian Temple.

The walking team was divided into three groups, led by Yao Zhen and Chen Ping'an, who walked side by side, while Pei Qian followed behind with a hiking pole.

Two monks accompanying the army were enshrined in Daquan and stayed with Yao's "Sanzhi".

The two monks were a pair of Taoist masters and disciples. Because of this sneak trip, they did not wear eye-catching Taoist robes. Instead, they wore front army-style waist knives to hide their presence. Along the way, the master and disciples alienated everyone, and the young Taoist priests had a face as thick as a crown.

Jade has a gentle temperament, like a noble son who came out of the house of Zhong Ming Ding Shi.

Wei Xian, Zhu Lian, Lu Baixiang and the four people on the right side of Sui Dynasty rarely appear together.

Yao Zhen sincerely likes to get along with Chen Pingan. Although Chen Pingan doesn't talk much most of the time, the old general who is stern in his family and the army becomes more talkative when he comes to Chen Pingan. Now he is talking to Chen Pingan

Introducing the rank of the landscape gods of the Daquan Dynasty, in addition to the Five Sacred Gods, the buried river water god is the highest. He is a great palace king. Not only can he open a mansion, but his specifications are also equal to those of secular feudal kings.

It's just that the Water God's Mansion has been closed all year round, and the buried river water god has almost no contact with the world. In the past two hundred years, he has only shown his true body a few times. Generally speaking, he is always like a dragon in the mist, looming. Because the incense is too prosperous, it is even better than the most orthodox and noble one.

Every time there is a temple fair for the gods of the Five Mountains, tens of thousands of people from the north and south gather at the banks of the Burial River, making the golden statue enshrined in the Water Temple seem to be in the mist all year round.

Yao Zhen laughed loudly and said: "Whenever there is a drought, His Majesty the Emperor will come to the Water Temple in person to pray for rain. Even if he cannot come in person, he will send a relative of the Liu family to go south with the Minister of Rites. It is extremely effective to bury the river god.

The people of Daquan have never been disappointed."

After telling Yao Zhen this, Chen Ping'an began to regret not being able to pass by the Water Temple, otherwise he could drink green plum wine and write down everything he saw and heard on the bamboo slips with a carving knife.

Four or five miles downstream along the rolling river, they met an old man squatting by the riverside and staring blankly at the river.

Yao Zhen looked back at the old worshiper, who nodded slightly, and then the old general strode towards the old man.

The old man looked dull but had a strong body. He was just frightened by the battle of Yao Zhen and others. He stood up in a panic, his Adam's apple twitched slightly, swallowed his saliva, and after cowardly calling "Master Guan", he didn't know how to respond, and he didn't know where to put his hands.

Where is the best place?

Yao Zhen called "big brother" and asked the old man not to be nervous. He casually asked him where he lived and what he did for a living. The old man did not dare to hide anything and answered honestly. The final answer was surprising. It turned out that the old man was not only a farmer but also a farmer.

Han, who still works as a corpse fisherman, often hangs around the riverside where people are buried. According to the old rules handed down, he calls himself a water ghost.

Yao Zhen was curious and asked in detail about the water ghost and the corpse recovery. The old man was a little hesitant, probably because he thought it was difficult to talk about the matter, for fear that these noble people would be unhappy after hearing this. Yao Zhen comforted him with kind words, and then the old man

After talking about local customs intermittently, there are indeed many unknown secrets. It turns out that these boatmen, who call themselves water ghosts, are paid to search for corpses in the river, or they encounter corpses and salvage them. Someone comes after hearing the news.

, do not take the initiative to ask for money. If a living person is willing to give it, just accept it. If you don't give it, it will count. It is just a accumulation of bad virtue, otherwise it will be plagued by bad luck for at least three years. However, if the relatives of the corpse do not give money, they will return it.

If you are not willing to treat yourself to a meal, you will be in trouble keeping it.

Probably Yao Zhen and Chen Ping'an both looked at Mian Shan. After the old man started talking, he gradually lost his inhibitions. His vague Daquan Mandarin became smoother and smoother, and he took the initiative to tell Yao Zhen about the details of how to recover corpses, and his words were harmonious.

In his expression, the honest old man also had a smile, "You may not know, sir. When a man falls into the water and dies, he must be leaning on the water, and the mother-in-law is lying on her back. There is no exception. If you look at the shore, you will know whether it is a man or not."

After the woman was pulled ashore, if no one came to collect the body, she would have to help bury it in a place not far from the Water God Temple. Then she would go to the temple to burn three sticks of incense, and ask for a red cloth strip outside the temple to tie around her wrist.

, even if you do good deeds, you will be rewarded in the future."

The old man glanced at the water surface of the buried river, his face became serious, "But there are two kinds of things that cannot be fished out. One is the ones that stand upright in the river after death. No matter whether they are men or women, we can't fish them out. Their hair is floating on the river.

We can’t see their faces clearly. No matter how much money we pay, we don’t dare to go. Then there are some young ladies who commit suicide by throwing themselves into the river. If they can’t be fished out with bamboo poles three times, we can no longer care about them. As long as

No one will be rewarded if they get their hands dirty."

Pei Qian listened with great interest at first, but later he heard that her scalp was in trouble and he didn't dare to look at Mi He again.

The old man stretched his brows and smiled honestly, "Whenever I stop being a water ghost, I will find a time when the sun is bright and come to the shore to wash my hands and say hello to the water god."

Yao Zhen nodded and asked: "Brother, how many people have you fished out over the years?"

The old man thought for a while, shook his head and said, "I can't remember clearly."

Yao Zhen said in a deep voice: "Good people are rewarded. Don't think that the business of collecting corpses is dishonorable. It's great to accumulate virtue and do good deeds."

The old man smiled and said: "You must be a good official, Mr. Qingtian."

This is already the most sincere compliment an old man can give.

It was getting late, and Yao Zhen said goodbye to the old man with a smile.

Chen Ping'an said he would stay for a while.

In the end, only the old man who scooped up corpses, Chen Pingan, Pei Qian and Zhu Lian were left, and everyone else returned to the post house.
To be continued...