There are many exotic flowers and plants in the back mountain, but no birds, insects or ants.
Moreover, Chen Pingan discovered a small thing. He had previously entered the Xian family mansion and saw a crane circling the mountain. After the four people climbed the mountain, the crane had long disappeared. No matter Chen Pingan was looking up at the foot of the mountain, overlooking the mountains and rivers at the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain, or
Later, he followed Master Huang and Taoist Sun on a treasure hunt until they reached the back mountain, but Chen Ping'an never saw a trace of the crane again.
If there really is an expert from outside the world sitting here, and assuming the worst possible outcome, the owner of this place has ulterior motives for all visitors.
Then the other party is definitely a master of calculating people's hearts.
An ordinary person, a woodcutter in the mountains, might have entered this mountain, glanced at the cranes, and then given up. He was more shocked by the white jade arch bridges and archway plaques that followed. He regarded them as a fairyland on earth, and with the white bones and corpses everywhere, he naturally
This is considered a terra incognita.
But for those who practice Taoism, those inadvertent sightings are believed, especially at the first sight, which will affect the mind even more, silently and without even realizing it.
In the future, as long as you are a Qi practitioner, no matter your level, you will think about it again and again.
Chen Ping'an saw the green mountains and green waters and the snow-white cranes for the first time, and it was no exception. The first thought that came to his mind was what a fairy mansion and beautiful mountains and waters.
What I saw along the way since then was nothing more than a ruins suffix added to the Xian family's mansion.
The Immortal Family is still an Immortal Family, and the blessings are naturally the blessings.
There are clues all over the place, extremely complicated, and it seems like there are mysteries everywhere. If you see it too much, it will make people feel that it is a mess and they are too lazy to think about it.
Chen Ping'an also didn't have much clue, but the sudden fall of the sword energy was as if it was rising into the sky. If the crane was some kind of scheming deception, coupled with the string of bells that exploded for no reason on Taoist Sun's waist during this period, then it would be difficult to
A line can be drawn, or a worst-case scenario.
This kind of subtle character that looks at the best and worst at both ends of the line is the key to Chen Ping'an being able to walk out of the Ghost Valley of Skeleton Beach alive under the nose of Gao Cheng in Jingguan City.
Things in the world are complicated. Seeing or not seeing, thinking or not thinking are all knowledge and hard work on one's mind.
Of course, there are also people who hit it by mistake, and they just died out of ignorance, or they got the chance in a daze.
The three of them continued to tour the back mountain. Compared to the battle of life and death in the front mountain, at least it seemed that it was much more leisurely.
As for the life and death of Di Yuanfeng, Chen Pingan has no responsibility at all. He is not his father, mother, or ancestor. If he was a kind-hearted person, Chen Pingan might still take care of it and make a fair deal.
At this moment, there is a green bamboo on the side of the road, which is quite eye-catching. In the eyes of the three people, it looks lonely and lonely, with the bamboo shadow whirling.
The bamboo pole is as thick as the mouth of a bowl, and the bamboo leaves are verdant. And it is not a rhetorical statement, but verdant. There are water droplets condensed on the tips of many bamboo leaves. The wind blows by, swaying, and the three of them stare at it.
When he picked up the bamboo, a drop of green water happened to fall onto the muddy ground and dissipated instantly. Chen Pingan looked at it intently and found it very particular. Although it was not like the green glazed tiles and Taoist blue bricks that produced the essence of water transport, it was still the time when spiritual energy condensed into water.
exaggerated.
When Taoist Sun passed by, he tapped his fingers lightly, listened to his ears, and said with an eh, "There is a way."
When the two of them were staring at the green bamboo, Chen Pingan turned around and took off the package. He first took out the sword gourd from among the things nearby, held it in his hand, put the package on his shoulder again, and then said with a smile: "Excuse me, Taoist Sun, please shake the bamboo, I will
It’s good to catch some water from the tips of bamboo leaves.”
After all, Taoist Sun was a genuine monk in the sea-viewing realm. He could roughly tell the depth. He shook his head and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Chen, I advise you not to do anything extra. These bamboo leaves and water drops born from the spiritual energy cannot be contained by ordinary utensils."
Not to mention filling the wine pot directly with water, you can pick a handful of bamboo leaves with water drops and store them carefully. As long as you leave this strange bamboo, you can't keep it."
The tall and thin Taoist said this, and without delay, he took off his robe and took out a celadon vial with a picture of a hermit in green pine trees.
Master Huang disliked the two people rubbing against each other, so he kicked the bamboo pole, and water droplets fell like light rain. Sun Taoist laughed loudly, swayed, stepped on the pole, and filled the water in a plum-green porcelain bottle.
Chen Ping'an was no exception. He didn't want any water droplets to fall to the ground and dissipate. Without competing with Sun Taoist, he used a "water method" to gather many water droplets that were about to fall into the mud into a line and slow them down.
Slowly enter the sword gourd.
Master Huang glanced at the black-robed old man's technique and didn't see any suspicious flaws, so he stopped worrying about it.
Now that Chen Ping'an has taken out the sword-raising gourd, he no longer puts it away and hangs it on his waist. The water droplets formed by the condensed spiritual energy of heaven and earth gather together. However, the ordinary weight of seven or eight taels of wine is a heavy weight of more than ten kilograms.
The three of them continued on their way.
Chen Pingan glanced back at the green bamboo.
Is it the same as the bamboo forest that Wei Bo carefully planted in Qidun Mountain? If you really want to recognize your ancestors and return to your clan, they all come from the Qingshen Mountain in the Bamboo Sea Cave Sky?
Otherwise, according to the immortal book purchased from Daixuan Mountain, it seems that among the many immortal bamboos and dozens of different species in the world, none of them are so powerful in condensing water transport.
Unfortunately, just like the chessboard stone table, it cannot be carried or moved.
Taoist Sun felt that he was still not satisfied, so he stretched out his hand to grab it and said with a smile: "The bamboo sky can communicate with the gods, lighten the body and replenish the qi. Pindao practiced in the early years and read through books. He once saw ancient books recording that making tea with bamboo leaves is the best way to quench thirst.
To be pure of heart, in the hot summer, you only need to take a handful of bamboo leaves, add a few lotus seeds from the mountain, and drink one or two cups of tea to make people feel as if they are gods."
Chen Ping'an glanced at Taoist Sun, and then at the slender green bamboo that didn't move at all.
Now that it's like this, he really can't say some flattery.
Sun Daoren took back his hand and said calmly: "Forget it, I will leave this opportunity to future generations."
Master Huang fell into the well and said: "If these bamboo leaves are refined into natal objects by the monks of the lower five realms who practice water law, they may not be the most precious treasures. The treasure is right in front of you. Be careful not to take it from God and suffer the consequences. Taoist Master Sun really does not pick it."
How many handfuls? Even if you don’t use them to make tea, you can give them to the juniors at the Thunder God’s House in Baby Mountain. It can be regarded as a good gift for returning to the master this time.”
Sun Taoist said calmly: "Cultivating Taoism involves the fundamentals. How can I give random gifts to the opportunity? I am not one of those younger preachers. The gift is too heavy and not beautiful. That's all."
Chen Ping'an praised in a low voice: "Taoist Master Sun's witty words are like pearls and are thought-provoking."
Taoist Sun carefully put the celadon vial into his sleeve, walked slowly, stroking his beard and smiling, enigmatically.
Master Huang couldn't stand this Taoist monk from Wuling Kingdom. From the beginning to the end, after learning that Sun Taoist was a disciple of Jingming Zhenren, the Thunder God's Mansion, he was always attentive to Sun Taoist.
Master Huang suddenly used the physical skills of the Golden Body Realm and the strength of the punch of the Fifth Realm. He was a little merciful, and after weighing the physique of the opponent's Qi practitioner, he punched the black robe next to him without any warning.
The old man, with a bang, flew backwards, rolled all the way, struggled to get up, seemed to be stunned, sat on the ground, suddenly his throat moved slightly, turned his head and spit out a mouthful of blood, as if he had just recovered and stood up
, his hands were hidden in his sleeves, and he had obviously twisted the talisman on his fingertips. The ripples of energy lingered around the sleeves, and he yelled: "Huang, are you looking for death?!"
Master Huang was convinced that he was indeed a waste.
Taoist Sun was so frightened that he hurriedly ran out a few feet away, holding an attack talisman he had just bought with Taoist Chen in one hand.
The three of them appeared to be holding hands.
Master Huang didn't even look at the old man in black robes. He just turned around and smiled at Taoist Sun: "Daoist Master Sun, people's hearts are full of ghosts, so we have to be careful. We and Mr. Qin are allies who know everything about us, but this man is the only one we met by chance on the way.
If he is a slanderous wild cultivator, wouldn't we be fooled by the Tao, and in the end, all the treasures on our body will be used to make wedding clothes for others, and I don't think Taoist Master Sun is willing to do so, right?"
Sun Daoren spoke to Chen Ping'an with ripples in his heart, "Chen Daoyou, what do you say, do you want to fight? This Master Huang is not a good person. If we really fall out, we two brothers will be like grasshoppers on a thread. Who can
Stop hiding your secrets."
Comparatively speaking, Taoist Sun certainly trusts the old man in black robe more. He has some relationship with good and evil along the way, but not much. Most of all, he feels that this fellow Daoist Chen is weak and not a big threat. Of course, if black robe
The old man's words and deeds were shrewd and philistine in every aspect, and he was a man who acted according to the changing circumstances. Sun Daoren was unwilling to cooperate with him sincerely, so he risked his life to confront Master Huang together.
After talking to Chen Ping'an like this, Sun Taoist said muddled words, "Chen Daoyou, Brother Huang's move is a bit too much, but now the situation is unpredictable, and our own family will fight among themselves first, then we can really
If you are making wedding clothes for others, why don't you both sell it to Pindao to save face? Fellow Taoist Chen, please be patient and Pindao will ask Brother Huang to apologize again, and then just think of it as an end of the story. How about that?"
Chen Ping'an said angrily: "No! After receiving such a punch and suffering such an unreasonable disaster, my vitality has been severely damaged. If I just apologize and be done with it, why don't I let Master Huang eat a thunder talisman from me and we'll be equal!"
Master Huang tugged at the corner of his mouth, opened a corner of the package, grabbed an object, gently threw it to the old man in black robe, and said with a smile: "If the apology is not enough, then add an apology."
The old man in black robes' eyes lit up, he hesitated for a moment, and still secretly twisted the talisman with one hand hidden in his sleeve, while the other hand had already raised his hand out of his sleeve, trying to reach out to catch the antique bronze mirror.
Taoist Sun's expression changed drastically, and he quickly reminded him in his heart: "Don't answer it!"
It's just too late.
Master Huang stepped onto the ground, and with his martial arts cultivation at the peak of the Sixth Realm, he instantly arrived in front of the black-robed old man and punched out.
The old man in black robe was dumbfounded and dumbfounded. He was actually stuck on the spot, his whole body was stiff and motionless. Not only was he unable to catch the bronze mirror offered as an apology, but he also suffered from the punch.
However, Master Huang suddenly stopped punching, and only a burst of punches brushed the poor guy's face, and the hair on the temples was swept back.
Master Huang actually closed his fist, bumped his heavy luggage, turned around and walked away. After walking a few steps, he turned around and said with a smile: "Brother Chen, I give you this bronze mirror."
Sun Taoist lamented in his heart.
How could I find such a careless and demented ally?
Bitter.
The road ahead is not going to be easy.
Taoist Sun saw fellow Taoist Chen smile apologetically at him, squat down, pick up the bronze mirror that had fallen to the ground, and put it into a relatively dry blue cloth package.
Even though this guy tried his best to hide his timidity and panic, his hands kept shaking slightly.
To be continued...