Chen Ping'an stood up and came to the railing. He gently waved the white jade Ganoderma lucidum in his hand towards the person on the other side of Bailudu.
Returning to Bailudu, Jiejiang Zhenjun Liu Zhimao took a closer look and saw the accounting clerk from his Qingxia Island in the past. He was wearing Taoist attire that was highly suspicious of trespassing. However, Qi Tianjun of Shengaozong probably saw it with his own eyes and would only open his eyes now.
With one eye closed, Liu Zhimao laughed loudly, Yufeng came to Guoyun Tower, floated down, cupped his fists and said: "Master Chen's question about the sword this time is fascinating."
Chen Ping'an put away the white jade Ganoderma lucidum in his sleeve, smiled and clasped his fists in return, "I've met Liu Zhenjun."
It turned out that the flying swords that had been delivered to the first line of peaks were blooming all over the peaks like dazzling flowers, and Liu Zhimao got a secret letter from Chen Ping'an, saying that after the sword quest was over, he was asked to rush to Bailudu to discuss matters.
Chen Pingan handed over a pot of Qingshenshan wine and said straight to the point: "I had previously planned to make suggestions to Zhengyang Mountain and recommend Liu Zhenjun as the head of the Zhengyang Mountain Sect. However, people's calculations were not as good as God's calculations. Things changed midway, so I had to let Liu Zhenjun make the trip in vain.
Already."
Liu Zhimao took the jug and didn't hurry to open the mud seal and drink. Who knows, he was toasting as a penalty? Besides, it was like falling into the clouds. What does this mean? I am the chief worshiper of the Zhenjing Sect and worshiped in the Yugui Sect's Patriarch Hall.
On that golden and jade genealogy, the names of people who are very high on the list are the leaders of Zhengyang Mountain Sect? This accountant is very good at calculating.
But to be honest, it was Liu Zhimao's choice, or there were choices. For example, on the premise that neither Jiang Shangzhen nor Wei Ying held any grudges about the incident, Liu Zhimao really didn't mind pushing the situation and agreed to the move. After all, Liu Laocheng was so old and strong.
His body is already in the immortal state, and Mr. Liu has good Taoist qualifications. As long as there are no disasters, no injuries, no accidents, he can live for another eighteen hundred years without any problem. Moreover, the sect master and chief minister will follow the unwritten rules of the mountain.
, it seemed like they were only one step apart, but in fact they were thousands of miles away. Liu Laocheng was able to make an exception and was promoted from worshipper to sect master because of his passionate relationship with Xun Yuan. In addition, Jiang Shangzhen missed this old relationship. Wei Ying was busy returning to Tongyezhou at that time.
He took over the position of the sect leader, so he did not interfere with it, or in other words, he did not want to lose Jiang Shangzhen's face. Therefore, the fourth sect leader in the history of the Zhenjing Sect will most likely be someone from the Yugui Sect in the future.
The successor to Liu Laocheng will definitely not be Liu Zhimao. Liu Zhimao is not familiar with these superficial official rules.
Wei Ying does not think highly of herself, so much so that there are so many empty chairs in the Jade Guizong Patriarch Hall. Liu Zhimao, as the chief minister of the next sect, still failed to get a position. This is inconsistent with etiquette, and Liu Zhimao
What can I say? I don’t dare to complain in private. Since there is no one in the court and no mountain to rely on, I just accept my fate.
After all, Liu Zhimao was born in the Yupu realm of Shanze Yexiu. On Chen Pingan's side, he made no secret of his regrets and said with emotion: "It's a pity that this can't be done."
With the help of Shu Jian Lake, it becomes a family genealogy enshrinement. If you can use the Zhenjing Sect to serve as the head of another family, it will be like moving the dead to the living.
A wild dog in Shanze who is used to digging for food everywhere has nothing he dares not think about and nothing he dares not do.
Liu Zhimao raised the wine pot and said with a hearty smile: "No matter what, I appreciate Shanzhu Chen's kindness. If similar good things happen in the future, Liu Zhimao should be the first to think of him."
Chen Ping'an picked up the wine bottle, bumped it lightly, nodded and said with a smile: "I can't guarantee anything, but I can look forward to it."
Liu Zhimao's eyes lit up when he heard this. Even though he knew it might be this guy's nonsense, it was better to have some hope than to waste time in the Zhenjing Sect every day without seeing any light at all.
Liu Zhimao took a sip of wine and heard Chen Ping'an say that it was Qingshenshan wine produced in his shop.
Generally speaking, if you drink the wine in the mountains, or some fairy wine, you can drink it, but what kind of taste can you get from it?
Liu Zhimao only took a sip today, then thought about it for a while, frowned slightly to show respect, and nodded slightly to show that he liked the wine.
Chen Pingan was lying on the railing, holding a wine bottle and shaking it gently.
Liu Zhimao didn't come here to drink. He glanced at the man next to him. Liu Zhimao felt as if he was in another world for a moment. He couldn't believe that the backstreet boy who was like a leaf of duckweed and could only drift with the water all the way in his life could really do it.
I walked here step by step and offered wine to others. Others didn't dare not accept it, and they didn't dare to say it was not good. There are still several counting rooms at the entrance of Qingxia Island Mountain, and the unqualified disciple Tian Hujun,
Every time I went to Qingxia Island to meet with Master and participate in discussions, I would not dare to take another look. My eyes would intentionally or unintentionally avoid the other side of the room.
I believe that in the future, young people in Zhengyang Mountain, whether they are wielding swords or wielding winds, will be in the same situation whenever they pass by the ruins of the Immortal's Back Sword Peak, with anger hanging on their faces and awe engraved in their hearts.
Liu Zhimao drank quickly, put away the empty wine bottle and put it into his sleeve. Since Chen Ping'an looked like he was here today, it didn't look like he was here to settle an old score. Liu Zhimao was in a more relaxed mood. He no longer had the anxiety on the way, worried about this person.
Inexplicably, he became the accountant of Jianxian. He felt that after cleaning up Zhengyang Mountain, it was not enough. He wanted to do a good job with Qingxia Island. After all, Liu Zhimao knew very well that when Chen Pingan left Shujian Lake, he actually failed to do it.
It can do many things, such as changing customs.
Liu Zhimao sighed for no reason: "Today I can eat, I can wear warm clothes and sleep, and I can wake up tomorrow. It's a good time on the way to practice. A pot of good wine, two people with nothing to do, chatting for a few words."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Don't say that gossip is just gossip. Things often come from gossip."
Liu Zhimao nodded and said: "He is indeed an old manager worth a lot of money."
Chen Pingan turned around and said: "The Bamboo Emperor will be here soon, so I won't see Liu Zhenjun off. I will have the opportunity to be a guest at Chun Ting Mansion and have a drink with Liu Zhenjun to reminisce about the past."
Liu Zhimao nodded with a smile, and Yufeng left. His originally relaxed mood became frightening again. What he was thinking about at the moment was to quickly review what Tian Hujun and several of his disciples had done over the years. In short, he must not let this accountant Mr.
Settle the score on yourself.
Chen Ping'an glanced in the direction of the first line of peaks. The discussion was over. The sword immortals of the peaks and the enshrining guests went back to their respective homes.
Taking another look at the traveling figure of Zhenjiang Zhenjun, Chen Ping'an took a sip of wine, with the breeze blowing on his face. He looked up and saw white clouds rising from the mountains and water flowing around the green mountains.
The ancestral rules on the mountain, the rules of the officialdom, the military regulations, the morality of the rivers and lakes, and the customs of the countryside.
No matter who you are, as long as you are in it, you must abide by the rules. For example, the former Shujian Lake, Liu Laocheng on Gongliu Island, and Liu Zhimao on Qingxia Island are the gods who turned their hands to make clouds and rain. These immortal monks in Shujian Lake are
The only rule is that when the Zhenjing Sect takes over Shujian Lake, most of the Shanzeye cultivators will transform into Genealogy Immortal Masters and must follow the laws of the Yugui Sect. Even Liu Laocheng and Liu Zhimao, the entire Shujian Lake
Wild cultivators are like children who go to a school to read, read, and learn principles. It's just that some learn quickly and some learn slowly.
Behind me, on the corridor outside the house, there was a soft knock on the door. It was the footsteps and voice of the innkeeper Ni Yuerong, saying that the sect leader was here and wanted to meet Lord Chen Shan.
Chen Pingan turned around and said with a smile: "Please come in."
The leader of the sect, Bamboo Emperor, and Ni Yuerong, who was born in Qingwu Peak, crossed the threshold hand in hand. The latter was holding a scroll with a white jade scroll. After arriving at the observation deck, Ni Yuerong brought a table and two futons, and she knelt down and sat down
On the ground, she spread out the scroll on the table. It was a picture of an elegant gathering written by the Xian family. She raised her head and glanced at the sect master. The Bamboo Emperor nodded lightly. Ni Yuerong then raised her right hand and followed with her left hand.
Holding up her sleeves, she "twisted" an incense burner from the silk scroll. Purple smoke suddenly curled up on the table. She then took out a set of white porcelain tea sets as white as jade, placed two teacups on both sides of the table, and finally held them
Take out a pot of fairy melons and fruits and place them in the middle.
After finishing all these chores, Ni Yuerong knelt down on the spot, folding her hands on her knees, looking at her nose and heart without squinting. She neither dared to look at the sect master, the Bamboo Emperor, nor took another look at the lotus flower on his head.
The crowned mountain master swordsman.
Luopo Mountain and Zhengyang Mountain, the two mountain owners who had a deadly feud, each sat on one side.
There is no tense atmosphere at all, it's more like two old friends drinking tea here.
The grievances on the mountain are not just the end of a fight between two groups of young people from the city, each threatening to hack you to death when you turn around.
It is the mainstay of the surging river, and it is still there even after thousands of years of water.
The Bamboo Emperor smiled and said: "Ni Yuerong, please leave first. I will call you if anything happens."
Not worrying at all that she would secretly send a message to Shui Longfeng Yan Chu would be tantamount to seeking death.
Ni Yuerong stood up immediately, without saying a word, pulled her trousers as a courtesy, and left slowly.
The Bamboo Emperor picked up the tea cup and said with a smile: "If you use tea instead of wine, you don't treat your guests well. Don't be offended by Master Chen Shanshan."
Chen Ping'an stretched out his two fingers, held down the tea cup, and said with a smile: "Don't be in a hurry to drink tea."
The Bamboo Emperor nodded and put down the tea cup.
Chen Ping'an asked with a smile: "I wonder what business Master Zhu has with me when he comes here to visit Yunlou?"
If Yan Chu and his ilk were here, he would probably yell in his heart that Zhu Zi is so arrogant and bullying.
However, the Bamboo Emperor looked as usual and said: "While Master Chen has not yet returned to Luopo Mountain, he wants to confirm one thing. How can we completely settle this old debt? From now on, we can use the Yangguan Road in Luopo Mountain and the single-plank bridge in Zhengyang Mountain. We will not offend each other.
Don’t bother me. I believe that Master Chen is such a person that he doesn’t need to make any mountain-water contract. Luo Luoshan will definitely keep his word."
Chen Ping'an looked around, looked away, and said slowly: "Zhengyang Mountain can have the family fortune it has today, thanks to the great contribution of the Master of the Bamboo Sect. As the head of a family and the leader of a sect, he must not delay his own cultivation, but also must
Even if you are watching from the sidelines, you may not be able to understand the hard work involved in dealing with the myriad of complicated affairs. No matter who you are, be it the master or the God of Wealth, you may not be able to understand it. Not to mention those direct descendants who live in the shadow of their ancestors but do not know how blessed they are.
Pass it on again."
The Bamboo Emperor directly pointed out the other party's implication and said with a smile: "Chen Shanzhu wants to say that today's turmoil is to blame on me, the Bamboo Emperor, for my lack of restraint. In fact, it has little to do with Yuan Zhenye?"
Chen Ping'an laughed and said: "When I was young, I read a book and saw two golden words of sage's teachings, which are applicable to all countries. They say to get up at dawn, sweep the courtyard, and keep the inside and outside clean. When you are faint, take a rest and lock it up.
You must personally inspect the door. If the door at the foot of the mountain is the same as that of a family, let alone the head of a sect with gods and goddesses all over the mountain?"
The Bamboo Emperor smiled and said, "That means we have nothing to talk about?"
Chen Ping'an said: "If you say we don't have to talk, it doesn't necessarily mean we don't have to talk. If I say we have to talk, we will definitely have to talk. If I just kindly gave the Bamboo Emperor a sage's teachings in a book for free, then there is no need to talk. I have to."
How boring would it be to be willing to pinch your nose and revisit Yunlou?"
The Bamboo Emperor said solemnly: "Then I would like to ask Master Chen not to beat around the bush, but to say it directly. Yes, Bamboo Emperor will do as he says. No, the peaks of Zhengyang Mountain can only be broken. Please come to Luopo Mountain to watch the ceremony."
Guests, return by boat, just smash the old and new peaks, and cut off the incense of our Zhengyang Mountain Patriarch Hall. From now on..."
This has just begun, but already your patience is exhausted and you are starting to say harsh words?
Chen Pingan smiled but said nothing.
To be continued...