The cross-continental ferry of the Pima Sect, dragged by mighty heroic warriors, runs in the sea of ​​clouds with lightning speed.
The ferry docked at Niujiaoshan Ferry and slowly docked, its hull shook slightly.
Chen Ping'an and Cui Dongshan stepped off the ferry. Wei Bo had been waiting for a long time, and Zhu Lian was far away in Laolong City. Zheng Dafeng said that he had a sprained foot and would not be able to get out of bed for at least half a year, so he asked Cen Yuanji to help guard the mountain gate.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Give us a ride to the foot of Luolu Mountain."
Wei Bo felt relieved and nodded, and the three of them disappeared out of thin air and appeared at the mountain gate.
After seeing the three of them, Cen Yuanji was about to stand up when he saw that the three of them had already started to climb the mountain. The young mountain master among them nodded to her, then stretched out his hand to press down, indicating that she should continue to practice boxing. Cen Yuanji was not good at those things.
The polite greetings were in vain, and the young mountain master had a very average impression, so he sat back on the bench, closed his eyes, and continued to control a breath of pure Qi to travel around the body.
Wei Bo asked: "Do you all know?"
Chen Pingan nodded.
Senior Cui left a suicide note in Luoluosangzhulou, not on the second floor, but on the desk on the first floor. The envelope was written "Nuan Shu Opened".
According to the old man's last wish, there is no need to bury him after his death. The ashes can be scattered anywhere in the Lotus Root Blessed Land. This matter cannot be delayed. In addition, there is no need to care about the wishes of Cui's ancestral hall. The letter directly states that those who dare to climb Luolu Mountain will be
Just punch him back.
Wei Bo explained: "Pei Qian has been staying there and said he would wait until Master returns to the mountain to say hello to her. Zhou Mili also went to the Lotus Root Blessed Land to accompany Pei Qian. Chen Lingjun left Luolu Mountain and went to Qilong
Over there in the alley, she helped Shi Rou take care of the business of the New Year's shop. So now only Chen Ruchu is left on Luolu Mountain, but now she should go to the county town to buy sundries, and then Lu Baixiang collects
Two disciples, brother and sister Yuanbao Yuanlai."
Chen Pingan said: "Congratulations on breaking through."
Wei Bo laughed at himself: "The Dali imperial court has begun to make some small moves, and each reason is high-sounding, and even I think it makes sense."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "In the case of Jin Qing, the traces of Piyunshan's intentions are too obvious. The two Dayue Mountain monarchs are in the same spirit. Even if Emperor Dayue knows that you don't have much selfishness, he will still have a grudge in his heart.
"
Wei Bo said: "There is nothing we can do about it. It just depends on what Jin Qing wants. If another mountain god is to take charge of Zhongyue, the life of Beiyue will only be worse in the future. The Five Mountains Mountain Lords in the past dynasties, regardless of dynasty or vassal, will not
Not being forced into a tit-for-tat confrontation, Piyunshan had to do it as a last resort. It was better to act like a bachelor. Anyway, the matter was over, and the Emperor Song had to admit it even if he didn't admit it. This guy Jin Qing is even more rogue than me. In the emperor's eyes,
Your Majesty, over there, keeps talking about the beauty of Piyun Mountain and the moonlight wind of Wei Dashanjun."
Chen Pingan said: "As expected, those who can become tigers are not fuel-efficient lamps."
When they arrived at Luolu Mountain Bamboo House, Chen Pingan said softly: "I didn't expect to return to Nanyuan Kingdom so soon."
Cui Dongshan suddenly said: "I have already been there, just stay here to look after the house."
Wei Bo took out the tung leaf umbrella that he had kept for the time being. After all, this thing was of great importance.
Wei Bo gently opened the small tung leaf umbrella and said: "Now it has just been promoted to a medium blessed land. It is not appropriate for me to frequent the lotus root blessed land. I will send you to the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom."
Chen Pingan smiled and nodded, "Excuse me."
Chen Ping'an's figure disappeared in a flash.
Wei Bo sighed softly.
Cui Dongshan was already standing in the corridor on the second floor, lying on the railing, with his back to the door, looking into the distance.
Wei Bo closed his tung leaf umbrella and sat at the stone table.
Cui Dongshan suddenly said: "Wei Bo, you don't have to worry."
Wei Bo shook his head, "I'm not worried."
Then Wei Bo asked: "When will you leave Luopo Mountain?"
Cui Dongshan thought for a while, "When Mr. and Pei Qian return to Luolu Mountain, I will leave soon. I have already accumulated a lot of debt. That old bastard is the most vindictive."
The two parties were not from the same place, and there was actually nothing to talk about, so they fell silent.
Wei Bo asked: "Is Senior Cui so worried about Chen Ping'an? He doesn't want to see Chen Ping'an for the last time, and he has to scatter his ashes early in the Lotus Root Blessed Land. He doesn't want to be buried on Luo Po Mountain."
Cui Dongshan replied: "Because my grandfather has the highest expectations for my husband. My grandfather hopes that my husband will care about him as little as possible, so as not to make punches in the future that are not pure enough."
On a very familiar street in Nanyuan Capital City.
Chen Ping'an, carrying a bamboo box on his back and a hiking pole in his hand, walked slowly, turned into an alley, stopped at the door of a small house, glanced at the couplets a few times, and knocked on the door gently.
Pei Qian opened the door, and Zhou Mili was sitting on a small bench, carrying a green bamboo stick.
Pei Qian stood there, raising his head and frowning hard.
Chen Pingan rubbed her little head and said, "Master knows everything. Don't think too much about anything. You did nothing wrong."
Pei Qian clenched his hands into fists, lowered his head, and his body was shaking.
Chen Pingan gently pressed the little head and said softly: "You are so sad, why do you hold back your tears? After practicing boxing, Pei Qian is no longer the master's first disciple?"
Chen Ping'an squatted down, and Pei Qian hugged him and started sobbing instead of crying loudly, which made it even more heartbreaking.
Zhou Mili also started crying.
When Pei Qian cried until she lost all her energy, Chen Pingan patted her head. He stood up and took off the bamboo box. Pei Qian wiped his face and quickly took the bamboo box. Zhou Mili ran over and took it.
Get a hiking pole.
Chen Pingan looked around, it was still the same, nothing seemed to have changed.
Zhou Mili held two hiking poles of different lengths, and then placed his bamboo chair at Chen Pingan's feet.
"He seems a little taller."
Chen Ping'an also rubbed the head of the little girl in black, sat on the bamboo chair, remained silent for a long time, and then said with a smile: "When I meet Cao Qinglang, Mr. Zhong and some people will go back to Luopo Mountain together."
Pei Qian's eyes were red and swollen. He sat next to Chen Pingan and reached out to gently tug Chen Pingan's sleeve.
Chen Pingan said softly: "Tell Master about your trip with Senior Cui?"
Pei Qian hummed and talked about that travel in detail.
Talked for a long time.
Chen Pingan listened with rapt attention.
Someone pushed the door gently and saw the young man in a blue shirt.
Cao Qinglang, a young man in a Confucian shirt, softly shouted: "Mr. Chen."
Chen Ping'an reached out and held Pei Qian's hand, stood up together, and said with a smile: "Qinglang, now I look like a scholar."
Cao Qinglang bowed and saluted.
Chen Pingan was a little helpless, he was really a scholar.
Pei Qian stood on tiptoes, while Chen Pingan turned sideways and lowered his head. She put her hand to her mouth and whispered: "Master, is Cao Qinglang secretly becoming a Taoist? Doesn't that count as not doing his job properly? His Spring Festival couplets are far worse than Master's, right?
"
Chen Pingan smashed a chestnut down.
There are signs of floods breaking out in Pei Qian again.
Zhou Mili, who was holding two hiking poles, gasped.
So fierce.
When the two of them traveled together in the world before, he never beat himself up like this.
Zhou Mili furrowed his sparse eyebrows, tilted his head, and pondered hard. Could it be that Pei Qian was a disciple picked up by the roadside? Not a princess living among the people at all?
Chen Pingan stretched out his thumb, gently rubbed the place where the chestnut landed on Pei Qian's forehead, and then asked Cao Qinglang to sit down.
Cao Qinglang moved a small bench and sat next to Chen Pingan.
Pei Qian carried a small bamboo chair and sat between the two of them.
Zhou Mili stood behind Pei Qian.
Chen Pingan asked: "Qinglang, how are you these years?"
Cao Qinglang smiled and nodded, "Very good. Mr. Zhong is my tutor at the school. After Mr. Lu came to our Nanyuan Kingdom, he often came to see me and gave me many books."
Then Cao Qinglang asked: "Mr. Chen, have you heard of the poem 'Iron flower embroidered rock wall, murderous silent frog strides'?"
Chen Pingan nodded, casually mentioned the name of the poet and the title of the collection of poems, and then asked: "Why do you ask this?"
To be continued...