Chen Pingan nodded.

Pu Chuan asked: "Then why do you ask this? Are swordsmen in this world only allowed to be done by living people? The dead have no chance."

Chen Ping'an was confused at first, then relieved and saluted with clasped fists.

Pu Chuan twitched the corners of his mouth, laughed it off, and then disappeared.

After Chen Ping'an left Crow Ridge, he continued to travel north along the "official road" in the ghost valley. However, as long as there is a forked path next to the road, he must walk until the road ends. It may be a hidden mountain in the mountains.

The deep stream in between may also be a cliff. It is indeed a ghost valley, with mysteries hidden everywhere. When Chen Pingan was on the bank of the mountain stream, he noticed that there was an aquatic creature lying at the bottom of the stream, lurking in the river. But Chen Pingan was squatting in the river.

He took a handful of water to wash his face and hid the monster at the bottom of the water. He still had patience and did not choose to get out of the water to attack Chen Pingan. Since the other party was cautious, Chen Pingan did not take the initiative.

As for the side of the cliff where the twin mountains confront each other, there is an iron cable bridge hanging. The wooden boards have long since decayed, and only the iron chains are left swaying slightly in the wind. For Qi practitioners and pure martial artists, walking is not difficult, but Chen Pingan

It can be seen that in the central area of ​​​​the iron cable bridge, not only is a large black python as thick as a log as it wraps around the pillars, gently spitting out messages, but there is also an extremely wide spider web erected not far away from the python, specifically for hunting mountain birds. The spider python is charming.

His head was only the size of a fist, and it had successfully transformed into a woman's face.

If Taoist monks traveled here and saw this scene, they might take action to slay demons and accumulate moral virtue.

But for Chen Pingan, even if the demons here want to eat someone and commit evil, they have to be met by someone.

This time Chen Pingan walked into the deep mountains and old forests along the forked road again. At the foot of a high mountain, he came across a dilapidated building that looked like a pavilion and a small temple. There was no record of this in the book. Chen Pingan planned to rest for a while and then go climbing. The small temple

It has no name, but this mountain is quite famous. According to "Xinxin Ji", this mountain is called Baojing Mountain. There is a mountain stream on the mountainside. Legend has it that in ancient times, an immortal traveled around the world and encountered the God of Thunder and the Mother of Lightning. The gods moved the clouds and caused rain.

The immortal accidentally left behind a bright mirror, a precious treasure of the immortal family, and the mountain stream was formed by the mirror falling to the ground.

The monks of the Pima Sect speculated in the book that this ancient treasure mirror was most likely a rare treasure that was considered a magic weapon but contained astonishing blessings.

Chen Pingan wanted to take a look. Anyway, when traveling in Ghost Valley, it was hard to say whether to take a detour or not. Chen Pingan used to be very resigned to the matter of chance and was sure that nothing good would happen to him. Now, things have changed a lot. It’s just that the Goddess Tian of Mural City

Opportunities like the official map should still not be touched. As for the rest, the ownerless things in the mysterious fairyland, the natural materials and earthly treasures that emerged at the right moment, Chen Pingan wanted to try his luck.

Chen Ping'an lit a bonfire in the ruined temple. The fire glowed with a faint green color, like a will-o'-the-wisp in a tomb.

Chen Pingan was eating dry food when he noticed a short old man walking on the path outside holding a wooden stick with a gourd hanging on it. Chen Pingan was eating the dry food by himself without saying hello.

The old man stood at the door of the small temple and asked with a smile: "Master, are you planning to go to the deep stream in Baojing Mountain?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "Exactly."

The old man sighed with emotion: "Sir, I am not just pretending to make shocking words. That place is really thrilling. Although it is called a stream, it is actually deep, steep and wide, as big as a lake. The water is so clear that you can see the bottom. It probably really corresponds to that sentence.

In other words, if the water is clear, there will be no fish, and there will be no fish swimming in the stream. Birds, birds, snakes, pythons, foxes, dogs, and beasts will not dare to come here to drink water. Birds often throw themselves into the stream and die. Over time, there will be

This is the saying about Juhunjian. The bottom of the lake is full of white bones. In addition to birds and beasts, there are also many practitioners who do not believe in evil. They also died looking at the lake. They have been practicing Taoism and have been reduced to water transport in mountain streams."

Chen Ping'an asked with a smile: "How dare I ask the old gentleman, do you want me to go to see the lake, or do you want me to just turn around and go back?"

"Master, how do you say this?"

The old man wondered: "I naturally hope that the young master will not take risks to enjoy the scenery. Since the young master is a Taoist and has never seen any magnificent scenery in the sky and on the earth, why should he take risks for a mountain stream? For thousands of years, not only has he

The monks of Ma Zong cannot find out the answer to the mystery. Many land gods who have entered this mountain have never taken away the opportunity. The young master can see that he comes from a wealthy family. The son of a rich man cannot sit down in the hall. This is what the old man said, otherwise he will be misunderstood by the young master."

Chen Ping'an glanced at the wooden stick with a few green buds in the old man's hand and asked: "Is the old man the land master here?"

The old man held a stick in one hand and stroked his beard with the other and said with a smile: "Among the mountains in Guixi Valley, there is no such thing as a land lord, but there are indeed some land lords. I stepped on shit and was able to be among them. My little treasure mirror mountain

A small amount of land is the light of a grain of rice, but those heroic masters who occupy high cities and towns to eat incense and eat a lot of energy can be said to be the brilliance of the sun and the moon."

Chen Ping'an asked: "May I ask the old gentleman's true identity?"

The old man blew his beard and glared, and said angrily: "You young boy, you don't know etiquette. In the dynasty of the market, even the monks don't talk about their reputation or longevity. As a cultivator, you meet the gods in the mountains and rivers. How can you ask about the past life! I

It seems that you are definitely not a genealogy master. Why, little wild cultivator, you can’t survive outside, so you come to our Ghost Valley, to my Baojing Mountain to exchange your life for good fortune? If you die, you will be defeated, but if you don’t die, you will get rich?

"

The old man shook his head, turned and left, "It seems that another corpse will be found at the bottom of the mountain stream."

The gourd tied to the head of the staff looks as green as if it had just been picked from the vine.

Chen Pingan stretched out his hand to warm himself by the fire and smiled.

The old man who claims to be the landowner of Baojing Mountain has some deceptive tricks and deceitful tricks, which really seem to leak from all sides and are not worth mentioning.

It was difficult for him to find the wooden stick that was like a dead tree still sprouting green buds in spring, and the green gourd that exuded the fragrance of the mountains.

However, the smell of fox in the old man's body is still not well concealed, and in the vast world, it is an iron rule that fox spirits in the world cannot become mountain gods.

Chen Pingan guessed that the old fox's true identity was the Hebo God of that mountain stream? He hoped that he would accidentally throw himself into the lake and die, but he was also afraid that if he took away the chance of the precious mirror, it would lose its way.

Fundamentally, that’s why I came here to confirm it with my own eyes. Of course, the old fox may also be the helper of a certain landscape god in Baojing Mountain. However, there are not many records about the god in Ghost Valley, only that the number is rare, and generally

Only the heroic spirit of the city lord can be considered half of it. The rest of the land with mountains and rivers, "canonized" ghosts on their own, is too unfair and unfair.

Chen Pingan was drinking wine.

I saw the old fox coming outside the ruined temple again, and said with an embarrassed face: "Young master must have seen through the identity of the old man, and this little trick is making people laugh. Indeed, the old fox is the old fox of Xishan. And this Baojing Mountain has never been there.

The land, the god of mountains and rivers like He Bo?. Lao Chan has grown up and practiced in the Baojing Mountain area since he was a child. He really relies on the aura of the mountain stream. However, there is a girl at his knees. On the day she transformed into a human form and attained enlightenment, she made a vow,

Regardless of whether he is a cultivator or a ghost, as long as he can go to the mountain stream and take out the golden hairpin that she accidentally left in the water when she was young, she is willing to marry him."

The old man lamented: "I have been waiting for hundreds of years. My poor daughter was born with such beauty and beauty. I don't know how many ghosts in the neighborhood have rejected my proposed marriage. It has caused a lot of unhappiness. If this continues, I will

Even in the Baojing Mountain area, I can't hang out together, so today I saw the handsome young master, and thought that if the young master could take out the golden hairpin, it would save me this big worry. As for taking out the golden hairpin,

Later, when the young master leaves Ghost Valley, I have no control over whether he takes my little girl with him. I am willing to sleep and fly with her. As for whether she is a concubine or a maid, I don't care. We are in Xishan

The Fox Clan never cares about these human etiquette."

Chen Ping'an waved his hand and said: "I don't care what your plans are. Don't get involved again. How many times have you made things superfluous? How about I help you count them?"

The old man asked tentatively: "Did I go too far again about the golden hairpin?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "What do you think?"

The old man beat his chest and stamped his feet, turned around and left angrily, suddenly stopped and turned around, and said bitterly: "How come you people outside are so treacherous and hard to deceive?! Is it possible that there are liars hiding outside the Ghost Valley?"

Chen Pingan laughed dumbly.

The old man glanced at the dry food in Chen Ping'an's hand and began to curse: "He is also a poor man! He wants money but no money, and he wants looks but no looks. How can my daughter like you? Get out of here! You are a stinky, unwanted thing. How dare you?"

Come to Baojing Mountain to hunt for treasure..."

Chen Ping'an raised the little dry food left in his hand and said with a smile, "I'll settle the score with you after I finish eating."

The old Xishan fox quickly ran away.

Chen Pingan ate dry food, rested for a while, extinguished the bonfire, sighed, picked up a piece of firewood that had not yet been burned, and walked out of the ruined temple. A woman in red and green came from a distance. She was just skinny.

, the key is that Chen Ping'an immediately recognized "her" true identity, it was the old Xishan fox who didn't know where he had hidden the stick and gourd, so he stopped being polite and threw out the piece of firewood in his hand, just in time.

The old Xishan fox's forehead was hit by the blinding and disguise skills, which were thousands of miles away from the face created by Zhu Lian. He flew upside down like a kite with a broken string. He twitched twice and fainted. He should have died in a moment.

Can't wake up.

Chen Pingan, who finally had some quiet time, slowly climbed the mountain. When he arrived near the mountain stream, he was stunned for a moment and came back? Still haunted?

Without saying a word, Chen Ping'an stretched out his hand to grab the stone, weighed the weight of the stone in his hand, and threw it away with a little more force. He was still kind and soft-hearted at the ruined temple at the foot of the mountain.

There was a woman by the mountain stream with her back to Chen Pingan, sitting cross-legged on a snow-white stone cliff. A pair of embroidered shoes were neatly placed beside her. She held a small green umbrella diagonally and gently twisted the umbrella handle.

If there were no previous disgusting scenes and just looking at this picture, Chen Pingan would definitely not take action directly.

As a result, Chen Ping'an's stone directly penetrated the small green umbrella, hit his head, and fell to the ground with a bang.

Chen Ping'an was quite particular. He didn't hit the back of the head directly, otherwise he would have fallen directly into this strange mountain stream. Instead, he only hit the guy so hard that he fell to the ground and fainted, but he didn't fall into the water.

Chen Pingan ignored the old Xishan fox.

Taking a deep breath, I carefully walked to the water's edge and looked at it intently. The water in the mountain stream was indeed deep and steep, but crystal clear. There were only rugged white bones at the bottom of the water, and a few grains of light shining slightly. They were probably the spirits carried by the Qi practitioners.

The treasure artifact has been washed away by water for thousands of years, and its spiritual energy has been eroded until only this little bit of light is left. It is estimated that it is a magic weapon, but it may not be worth more than a spiritual weapon now.

Chen Ping'an was lucky and wanted to follow those light spots to find if there were one or two magical artifacts belonging to the five elements of water. Once they fell to the bottom of the mountain stream, their quality might be improved.

However, Chen Ping'an is always wary of this soul-binding stream. After all, there are strange creatures here that like to commit suicide by drowning.

Chen Ping'an suddenly turned his head and saw a short old man running out of the woods holding a wooden stick and hanging a gourd. He ran all the way to the water, wailing about my poor daughter, why did she die before she got married?

Lost in this.

Chen Pingan had a headache.

Chen Ping'an raised his eyes and looked at a jagged snow-white rock cliff on the other side of the deep stream. A man in ragged clothes sat up inside, stretching. Then he saw him swaggering to the water's edge, sat down, and put his feet into the water.

, laughed loudly and said: "The white clouds reach the top to make a high crown. I wear a robe when I enter the green mountains, and the green water acts as my shoes. I am not a god, who is a god?"

The old fox from Xishan suddenly raised his voice even louder and cursed angrily: "You are a bastard who is so poor that his crotch is exposed, and you are still here making fun of your uncle. Aren't you always clamoring to be my son-in-law?

Now that my daughter has been beaten to death by evildoers, what do you think?"

The man leaned forward and put his hands into the water. After glancing at Chen Ping'an, he turned to look at Xishan Old Fox and said with a smile: "Don't worry, your daughter just fainted. This man's moves were too light and soft.

I don’t even have the shame to act like a hero to save a beautiful lady. Otherwise, you, a despicable old fox, would really have a son-in-law riding a dragon. Maybe even Pu Chun will make friends with you, and even Jingguan City will invite you.

You go and be a guest."

The daughter in the old fox's arms woke up faintly and frowned blankly.
To be continued...