The man who had been sleeping soundly in the depression of the rock cliff in this stream shook his sleeves casually, and the water in the mountain stream fell into the water like snow-white beads. He asked with a smile: "Master, now that the matter has come to this, what should I say?"
Chen Pingan said: "I don't have much money, so I won't fight with you."
The man looked overjoyed and nodded: "Then I will accept your love."
The old fox from Xishan was not happy anymore. He poked the ground hard with his wooden stick, then stretched out two spread fingers, just pointing at Chen Ping'an and the ragged man respectively. "The old man said, whoever has money will be my son-in-law. No."
It's easy to talk about it with a little kindness! You, a young man wearing a bamboo hat, spend a lot of money. I have deliberately tested your character again and again, but you have passed the test. Now that the matter has come to this, there is nothing left to cook.
You should cherish it!”
"If my daughter follows you, she will most likely have enough food and clothing in her life, and she will wear gold and silver. Maybe she will be more like a wealthy lady than the female officials under Fan Yunluo in Skinny City. As for that beggar, here
After drinking the northwest wind for several months, what kind of bird is this? The old man's heart is like a mirror. The whole world is not as big as his tone. It's impossible. My daughter was born to enjoy a blessed life. She can't bear hardships. The old man will never
I won’t watch my precious daughter jump into the fire pit!”
Chen Ping'an's eyes were opened. He had traveled all over the country over the years and had seen mountain gods getting married, fox charms seducing scholars, and even city gods taking concubines, but he had never seen such a random marriage of girls.
The unattractive, ragged man said helplessly: "My father-in-law, I don't have any money. I don't even have a piece of snow to spend. It's hard for my son-in-law to lie to you. But before I came to this ghost valley, I actually made a big deal.
As a last resort, I sold an arsenal close to me, along with the fairy money and many magic weapons inside, at a discount, but I am actually not poor."
The old fox was so angry that he hit the ground several times with his wooden stick and shouted at the top of his lungs: "You're here to defraud me again! Get out of here, you mother, I only care about money!"
Chen Pingan took out a handful of snow money and said, "I only have this little fairy money."
The old fox in Xishan said sickly: "You kid, you talk in roundabout ways, and the clouds and fog surround me. I can't tell the truth, but it doesn't matter, it's better than that beggar. Your son-in-law is you! From now on, our Xishan Fox clan will flourish.
, it all depends on you, son-in-law. You can use your strength while you are young. By the way, my daughter’s name is Wei Taizhen. Her maiden name is Wei Taizhen. She also has a younger brother, Wei Gaowu.
We are a family. Remember to take more care of your brother-in-law in the future. When we leave the Ghost Valley together, you will have the opportunity to help him marry seventeen or eight immortal women..."
But Chen Pingan reached out to the man.
The man smiled knowingly and said: "You can lend me these fairy money, but it's better to give them to me. In this way, I will have money."
The old fox's eyes were darting. Could it be that the helper invited by the beggar worked together to kidnap his daughter?
The girl hiding behind the small green umbrella asked timidly: "Sir, I only want to ask one thing. Have you ever seen a golden hairpin under the water?"
Chen Pingan shook his head and said frankly: "I have never seen it."
The girl sighed quietly, stood up slowly, her figure was graceful, her face was still lowered and hidden deep in the green umbrella. It was a cute and cute little umbrella like its owner, but there was a hole the size of a stone, which somewhat disfigured the scenery. The girl's voice was actually cold and clear, but natural.
There is a charm of foxiness, which is probably the natal magical power of foxiness in the world. "Young master, don't blame my father, just listen to it as a joke."
The girl tugged at the sleeve of the old fox and said softly: "Dad, let's go."
The old man gave the young man wearing a bamboo hat a sharp look, and looked more and more like a liar. He snorted coldly, "Marriage is not a trivial matter. Let's discuss it later."
The old fox from Xishan left in a hurry with the girl holding the umbrella.
Due to the messy steps, the green gourd hanging from the wooden stick was dangling.
As soon as the old and young fox demons left, the mountain stream quickly returned to silence.
The birds are extinct, the mountains and rivers are quiet, and the tranquility actually reveals a lifeless silence.
Chen Pingan put away the handful of snow money and put it into his sleeve.
The man smiled and said, "I, Yang Chongxuan, owe you half a favor."
Chen Pingan shook his head, "You don't have to be so polite. I just think it's better to do less than to do more."
The man said nothing more. He was probably too hungry and had no energy left. He found a slightly flat rock cliff and lay down in a daze.
Chen Pingan took off his bamboo hat and stared at the lights in the mountain stream, like fireflies on a summer night.
Now that I have come to Baojing Mountain, of course I came here for the opportunity and the magic weapon. Although there is not much hope, it depends on man-made efforts. There are indeed windfalls of fortune that can come easily, but in the end they are very few. More
It is still the way to make money as a wild cultivator, like swallows chewing mud and ants moving. Once you are lucky enough to encounter a real opportunity to practice Taoism, it will be a coexistence of crisis and blessing. You need to be cautious, and you may even have to risk your life.
Just like the pair of lower-level Taoist monks who should be in the Naiheguan market now, they went through all the hard work until Crow Ridge, but they couldn't even earn a single piece of snow.
If we go further to Qinglu Town in the north, they may both perish. They are worthy of their status as Taoist monks and become a pair of desperate mandarin ducks.
As for the name "Yang Chongxuan", Chen Pingan went through it in his mind without any memory. There is no record in "Xinxin Collection", so he will just write it down for now.
It should not be the heroic spirit city lord here in Ghost Valley who is like a local deity, or a powerful Yin spirit in Bailong City who doesn't listen to orders.
He must be a strange person who came here to experience.
As for cultivation, it should not be underestimated.
Because Chen Ping'an couldn't tell his roots and depth at all.
Like the group of old men in black robes who walked past the archway together before, their divine splendor was restrained and their true spirit was hidden deep inside. Chen Ping'an still guessed that he was an Earth Immortal Sword Cultivator who was at least at the Golden Core Realm.
Of course, it is more likely that Yang Chongxuan is simply a pseudonym.
Chen Ping'an's fear of Pu Chun from Bailong City was mostly due to his high level of cultivation.
But for some reason, this Yang Chongxuan brought more dangerous aura to Chen Pingan than Pu Chun.
This is definitely not because Yang Chongxuan's realm is higher than that of Pu Chun, who is at the peak of Nascent Soul.
Even though Chen Ping'an couldn't see through the depth of this person, he vaguely felt that Yang Chongxuan still lacked "a little bit of meaning" compared to Pu Chun, who seemed to be one with heaven and earth. On the road to spiritual practice, this point was often a natural chasm.
The man who called himself Yang Chongxuan was lying on the other side with his legs crossed and said with a smile: "If you came here for the biggest opportunity in Baojing Mountain, I advise you to forget it. When it comes to looking for treasures in the water, I also advise you to stop looking for a long time.
, your soul will suddenly tremble at a certain moment, you can't help yourself, and your mind will be unstable. Your soul will leave your body, like water flowing down a mountain stream, and it will be difficult to take it back. In this process, the realm of earthly immortals will
I will be completely unaware of it. Telling you these secrets about how Baojing Mountain silently eats people's souls will pay off half of the favor I owed you."
This mountain stream was created by a treasure mirror falling to the ground. This is a deliberately deceptive statement in Pima Sect's "Xinxin Collection". It is not that those old antiques who dealt with dead people and underworld artifacts were worried that outsiders would steal the opportunity, but that this thing is difficult to find.
Regardless of the search, ordinary monks who go into the mountains to hunt for treasures will easily end up with the same fate as those birds, beasts, and skeletons under the water. They will become the essence of the mountains and rivers. Not only that, half of the souls of the earthly immortals will be detained in the water and will not be able to escape, and the rest will be trapped in the water.
After half of the souls enter reincarnation, even if they can be reincarnated and continue to be human beings, it is a big taboo for Qi practitioners to have incomplete souls.
"As for why I can practice here, I am naturally prepared."
Yang Chongxuan said half of his words, but if he said too much, he might have made the other party suspicious. He swung one leg and said lazily: "I am an unstable person. I like to learn a little bit of everything, but I am miscellaneous but not perfect."
After hearing this, Chen Pingan withdrew his gaze and put on his bamboo hat again.
I plan to leave Baojing Mountain right now.
The treasures of heaven, materials and earth that arise at the right moment, and the exotic flowers and plants in the secret realm of the fairy mountain must be obtained in a proper way and with a skill. Both are indispensable, and it is extremely important to pay attention to the right time, place, and people.
Who is at which place, what solar terms and time are used, what techniques are used, and what secret treasures are carried to carry them, all linked together.
A high realm is far from enough to determine everything.
There is a clear record in "Xinxinji" that the lord of Xianci City is bound to seize the opportunity of Baojing Mountain, but he has spent hundreds of years and still can't crack it.
He borrowed more than a thousand artifacts from the three nearby friendly cities, and then borrowed a group of talisman warriors from Bailong City Puhuan who were specially used to open peaks and move mountains, and tried to directly move Baojing Mountain and move the entire mountain.
Going to the Immortal Temple City cost countless manpower and material resources, but in the end it was still a waste of water.
This shows how elusive the blessing of Baojing Mountain is.
If you want to get the right eye on the mural of the Heavenly Official and Goddess of the City, you probably have to rely on fate.
And if you want to take away the precious mirror, you don't even know what you need to rely on. The Pima Sect doesn't know, and the Ghost Valley doesn't know either.
But Chen Pingan quickly changed his mind and gave it a try anyway.
Some deep-rooted old ideas need to be changed.
You can’t always feel like you can’t seize additional opportunities.
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The old fox from Xishan walked down Baojing Mountain, holding a stick in one hand and twirling his beard with the other, sighing all the way.
The girl was a little distracted.
The old man suddenly asked: "Too true, why don't you marry the Ghost Commander of Sandou City? That yin thing is the number one warrior under the lord of Sandu City after all. It is different from ordinary yin things. Compared with those who are prone to bloodshed and big mouths, otherwise
Even though he has a jagged frame and no flesh, he is still well-groomed. In our place, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a handsome young man."
The girl frowned.
The old man said helplessly: "Yes, the wandering Taoist said that your marriage must be a man who can see the golden hairpin in the deep stream. But how many years have passed? Two hundred years? Three hundred years? Let's put it aside.
In the markets outside Ghost Valley, at your age, your grandson’s grandson’s grandson should be getting married and having children…”
To be continued...