This cross-continental ferry of the Pima Sect on the Skeleton Beach is shaped like a river boat. It is no different from the many small and medium-sized ferries that Chen Ping'an has ridden on. However, after taking off, there is something mysterious. Smoke billows around the huge ferry, and a stream of smoke appears.
The ethereal and illusory armored warriors were like trackers pulling a boat, running in the void of the sea of ​​clouds, making the ferry faster and faster than the Dajiu Mountain ferry that also belonged to the Luzhou Immortal Family in Beiju.
Chen Pingan picked the Sword Immortal and the Sword-raising Gourd early and put them on the table. While practicing quietly in the house, he would also take out a few bamboo slips and go to the observation deck to enjoy the scenery. He often rubbed them. The yellowed bamboo slip in his hand was
, it was engraved with the words "If nothing happens, it will be clear, if there is something, it will be cut off." Each clear and one cut made Chen Ping'an very attractive.
Although Cui Dongshan gave a folding bamboo fan as a gift when he was leaving, when he thought of the famous celebrities who were lying on wicker chairs and shaking fans during their trip to Lutai, with pearls and jade in front of them, Chen Pingan always felt that the folding fan had fallen into his hands.
Here, I really feel wronged by it. I really can’t imagine how awkward it would be to shake the folding fan.
After the ferry swept out of the territory of Li Zhu Blessed Land, it would temporarily stop at the ferry of Changchun Palace in the north of Da Li's capital. Changchun Palace was Da Li's first-class immortal cave. The monks were all women. After the empress in the palace lost power, she
While cultivating here in Jie Mao, everyone in the Dali Temple thought that this empress, who was far away from the center, would probably be unable to get up. Unexpectedly, in the end, she was the biggest winner. She gave birth to two sons, and was fully supported by Cui Chan, a national preceptor.
, became the new emperor of Da Li, and became even closer to the vassal king Song Changjing. He was about to be crowned king, so he vassaled him in Laolong City and led the accompanying capital from afar.
After the death of the late emperor, she was clearly "imprisoned", as if she had done nothing and everything had the best outcome.
It seems no wonder that ordinary people like to say that good people will be rewarded, but in fact they often don't believe it in their hearts.
Chen Ping'an is different from Gu Can and Pei Qian. His accounting will not be written down on paper, large and small. If there are too many, it will not be remembered. This Empress of Dali went on a long trip for the first time in Chen Ping'an.
On this occasion, he was so murderous that he directly sent a group of top Da Li assassins to follow him. If he hadn't happened to encounter A Liang, a hundred Chen Ping'an would have died without any body parts.
Of course, the woman had her reasons. Her son Song Jixin had suffered a lot under Chen Ping'an, and he was almost strangled to death in the Mud Bottle Alley in the rain by a kiln worker apprentice like him.
After walking through the Lotus Flower Blessed Land and Shujian Lake, Chen Ping'an was able to roughly sort out the story of that woman.
Obviously, the powerful Empress of Dali began to plan when she was most powerful. She raised her son Song He in the capital to help her raise her hopes and win over civil and military officials. As for the one who wanted to improve the fortune of the Song family in Dali,
The prosperous Song Jixin was seizing opportunities in Lizhu Cave, and she could earn as much as she could for the Song family. When Song Jixin died, she would probably shed a handful of bitter tears, but she died soon after her birth.
"Died in infancy". Song Mu, whose name had already been crossed off in the Song family tree, died. It was just another death. However, at least half of the credit for Song Ji's salary was due to her mother. She
Of course, the contribution of his other son Song He is the contribution of his other son Song He. These inside stories may not be known to these important ministers of Li when he ascends to Zhuguo, but it doesn't matter. The late emperor recognizes it, Cui Chan recognizes it, and Song Changjing also recognizes it. This is enough.
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It is a good thing that Song Jixin left Lizhu Cave Heaven alive. Of course, the premise is that Song Mu, who has regained his genealogical name, should not be greedy, be well-behaved, and know how not to compete with his brother Song He for the chair.
Therefore, when Chen Ping'an and Song Jixin, who was on an envoy to the capital of the Sui Dynasty, met by chance at the Cliff Academy, the atmosphere was calm and there was no conflict.
When Song Jixin and Chen Ping'an were neighbors, they often talked about strange things. In Chen Ping's big house, the only things that made noise were bottles and cans, and the only fragrance that could be smelled was that of medicine.
However, except for the incident of cheating Chen Pingan and breaking his oath, Song Jixin and Chen Pingan were generally on good terms with each other. They just didn't like each other. They didn't interfere with the water in the well and the single-plank bridge on the Yangguan Road. No one was delayed. As for a few words
Weird words, in places like Ni Ping Lane and Xinghua Lane, are really as light as goose feathers. Whoever cares about them will suffer. In fact, Song Jixin suffered a lot from the trivial words of these market women because he cared too much about them.
, each heart is knotted into a dead knot, which is difficult for gods to solve.
When the ferry approached the Great Li Gyeonggi area, in the night, the moon and stars were sparse. Chen Ping'an sat on the railing of the observation deck, looking up at the sky, drinking wine silently.
When he was young, Chen Pingan was most afraid of getting sick. After he went to the mountains to collect herbs, he later became a kiln worker's apprentice and learned how to make porcelain from the old man Yao who looked down on him. Regarding the matter of being ill, Chen Pingan
He was the most vigilant and would go to the mountains to collect medicine and boil medicine at the first sign of illness. Liu Xianyang once laughed at Chen Ping'an for being the most squeamish person in the world. He really thought he was the rich lady of Fulu Street.
Not only was the young Chen Pingan watching his mother fall from illness to bed, with no treatment, she was emaciated, and finally died on a snowy day, Chen Pingan was very afraid of his own death, as if there was no one in the world who would miss his parents.
Gone.
Back then, my mother always said that it didn't hurt when I was sick, but I often felt sleepy, so I wanted Xiaopingan not to be afraid or to worry.
At first the young child really believed it, but later he realized that it was not like that at all. The mother gritted her teeth and endured it just to get him to think less and do less.
The old quilt was torn in many corners.
Wealthy people, who have no worries about food and clothing, all say that if their children remember things early, they will have great potential.
Children from poor families learn things early, so what else can they do, they just endure hardship earlier.
In the Mud Bottle Alley back then, no one cared about a young child cooking on a bench, choking on the fumes, his face full of tears, and still smiling, what on earth was he thinking.
Will a child who runs alone in the tombs of gods to pray for blessings and make wishes be afraid of the dark and the ghostly rumors in the market? When he kneels on the ground and kowtows to the gods and bodhisattvas, he says that he owes the incense first and will grow up later.
When it gets older, he will definitely make up for it, so that counts as piety.
No one will remember that door. Inside the room, the woman endured severe pain and clenched her teeth. There was still a slight sound seeping out between her teeth, and she ran out of the bed.
Outside the door, the pale-faced child was at a loss. He squatted on the ground and covered his ears with his hands, not daring to cry for fear that his mother would know that he knew.
Not all close relatives in the world can share joys and sorrows.
Coming too early may not always be a good thing.
Before leaving, during the vigil at the ancestral home that day, Pei Qian was in a daze, dozing off, his head dropped, and he suddenly woke up and found that his master was secretly crying.
Pei Qian said nothing and looked at the master silently.
I vaguely saw a young figure squatting in the corner, facing the medicine jar.
The master, who was still a child, was afraid of growing up, afraid of tomorrow, and even seemed to want to turn back time and return to the beautiful time of family reunion.
Finally, Chen Ping'an came back to his senses slightly, rubbed Pei Qian's head, and said softly: "Master is fine, I'm just a little regretful that my mother can't see today. You don't know, Master's mother looks very beautiful when she smiles
Back then, among all the neighbors in Mud Ping Lane and Xinghua Lane, no matter how sarcastic a woman you usually spoke, there was no one who would not say that my father was very lucky to be able to marry such a good woman as my mother."
In the second half of that night, Pei Qian put his head on his master's lap and fell asleep slowly.
After dawn, Chen Pingan left his hometown again.
After traveling thousands of miles, there is still hometown behind you, not your hometown. You must go back.
After Chen Ping'an left, Luolu Mountain was more or less lively.
The old man Cui Cheng has always lived in seclusion. Zheng Dafeng is busy finishing things at the mountain gate. He is disheveled all day long. There is no way. This guy likes to help the craftsmen, and the craftsmen don't find it strange. Even Master Chen of Luoluo Mountain
, it is said that he has a great background, and his background is as high as the sky. Now he is regarded as having smoke coming out of his ancestral grave, and his career is booming. Some gossips are spreading, and people are too lazy to be jealous. They can only envy and admire, a dragon born in Mubo Alley.
As a kiln apprentice, if you can make it to this day, no matter how lucky you are, you must still be very capable.
But this hunchbacked man named Zheng, a gatekeeper, is no better than these humble coolies, so when they get along with each other, they are free, making jokes, teasing each other, speaking freely, and they are very harmonious. Especially Zheng Dafeng's words
It tastes meaty, and is more convoluted than the rough talk of ordinary men in the market, but it is not so refined and sour. Therefore, the two parties drank small wine and ate a large bowl of meat at the table. Once someone came back to it, it was really
If you want to clap the table and give a thumbs up to Brother Dafeng.
Chen Ruchu is still busy cleaning various houses. In fact, he cleans every day, and Luolu Mountain is beautiful and clean. However, Chen Ruchu still enjoys it and regards this matter as a top priority, while practicing cultivation should be put behind it.
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Therefore, the girl in the pink skirt is the only one on the mountain of poverty who has all the keys to the house. Chen Pingan does not have it, and neither does Zhu Lian.
Chen Lingjun was still out of tune all day long, wandering around. He made a big splash at the night banquet last time, so he gained more friends from the "ganghu". People in all hills and mountains were very interested in this boy in Tsing Yi who could sit in the high position of the distinguished guest.
In order to be attentive, for example, the ancestor of Jindan Earth Immortal from Yidai Peak liked Chen Lingjun to be his guest. The old man and the young man drank and talked freely, each bragging about their feats and deeds in the past.
I told Chen Lingjun that I can go to Yidai Peak often, so Chen Lingjun is very confident. I am here to make friends this time.
After Pei Qian gave two bags of twists to Sister Xiuxiu, he remembered what his master had told him, so he accompanied Chen Lingjun to Yidai Peak, and brought down the Qingmei Temple Fairy Zhou Qionglin and Liu Yunrun, who was holding the young white fox in his arms.
, I like to join in the fun most in my life, so I also went to Luolu Mountain, but every time Heitan girl wanted to touch the little guy, the white fox would shrink up and tremble, which made Pei Qian feel very embarrassed and felt aggrieved.
What should a little thing be afraid of? A timid person, isn't there a saying in the book that "gathering the armpits makes a fur"? She just thought that if you peel off the skin and make a dress, it would definitely be valuable, but she wouldn't really kill you.
When Zhu Lian was entertaining guests, he reminded Pei Qian that he could go to school. Pei Qian ignored him and said he would take Zhou Qionglin and the others to play at Xiuxiu's sister's Longquan Sword Sect.
Zhu Lian smiled and said, "I'll give you five days to play around. You should be able to visit all the hills where he and Miss Ruan go."
Pei Qian started to bargain with Zhu Lian, and in the end Zhu Lian "reluctantly" added two days. Pei Qian was very happy and felt that he had made a profit.
In fact, what Chen Ping'an and Zhu Lian said at the time was that Pei Qian would definitely have to drag her feet, so they would let her delay for another ten days and a half. After that, they would take her to the school even if she was tied up.
So when a little fox meets an old fox, he still has bad luck.
In the past two days, Pei Qian was walking like a breeze, laughing non-stop, looking at everything that looked good. Holding a hiking pole, she led Zhou Qionglin and Liu Yunrun the way. She was familiar with the mountains to the west.
The hard work and sweat spent on chasing the dog earlier was not in vain.
In the Longquan Sword Sect, not only the Fairy Qingmei Guan who gave birth to an exquisite mind, but also the fearless Liu Yunrun were very reserved. Especially when they saw the woman in green, the legendary saint Ruan Qiong's single
The queens were each more honest than the other. Pei Qian almost laughed out loud and had to keep a straight face. Ruan Xiu just glanced at the two strange women and looked at Pei Qian with a smile. Pei Qian trotted over, and Ruan Xiu naturally turned around.
Lowering his waist, Pei Qian stood on tiptoe and whispered something in Sister Xiuxiu's ear. The master didn't like them very much and didn't want them to visit Luolu Mountain, but the master was interested in a young man named Song Yuan from Yidai Peak.
Monk, the impression is quite good, so I asked them, as the founding disciple, to lead them to visit Sister Xiuxiu.
Ruan Xiu smiled.
To be continued...