The graceful and graceful woman of unknown origin looked approvingly in her eyes and said with a smile: "I have a really good memory."
It was just that I heard a voice inside the covered bridge. After many years, I still just heard her words here, and I was sure that it was an old person from back then who came after hearing the voice.
So is it a boy who is nostalgic, or is he holding a grudge?
Chen Pingan's face was expressionless as he carefully looked at the woman who was previously called "Aunt Feng".
She is a tall woman, wearing a pair of hiking shoes. She does not wear any waistband that can indicate her status in the officialdom. She wears a round-collar brocade dress, and her clothes are the same as those of the old Xiaotuanlong.
She has a peach-like face with light make-up, and her face is covered with dimples. After drinking wine, her red lips are so dizzy that her face is dizzy.
Chen Ping'an once saw it in a scholar's note. It was a palace model from the ancient Shu Dynasty, named Yichun Face Makeup.
Her hands were as soft as silk, and her nails seemed to be dyed with mashed cicada sloughs and impatiens flowers. They were so red and cute that they were called locust palms in ancient times.
Tie a head of green silk with a colorful knot, and hang the green silk on the chest, like a green waterfall pouring down the mountains.
Chen Ping'an took a closer look at the knot and found that the knot, which was no bigger than a copper coin, was made of nearly a hundred slender silk threads of different colors.
It’s as if all the colors in the world are contained in this colorful rope.
The most mysterious and mysterious thing is that this Aunt Feng has no spiritual energy ripples on her body, and she has not used any immortal methods, but her whole person has always been spotless.
It's like she is not actually in the world at all, but a tourist traveling far away in the long river of time, and she is just deliberately being seen by others.
As for the other young Da Li monks on the roof, Chen Ping'an was certainly interested, but he was not too distracted. Anyway, he only had a few glances from the corner of his eye, and he could see everything at a glance.
Those six young men carefully cultivated by Da Li were worthy of being dead warriors who had been fighting for a long time. The moment Chen Ping'an appeared, none of the six monastic geniuses with their own code names showed any signs of losing their minds.
This is enough to show his tenacity.
The young woman with the word "Wu" engraved on her waistband did not need to step on the gang or recite incantations. She formed a small world of her own to protect the seven people. On the ridge of the roof, it was like a miniature mirage.
A fairy palace was transformed into a fairy palace. The mountains and soil were all red, and the rocks were stacked like clouds. Purple air was rising in the Lingzhen cave house. The jade chamber in Qiongtai and the pavilion were bright and bright, row upon row. Everywhere was shining with precious light, and there was a sound in it.
Lingbao sings praises, the sound of heaven is ethereal, like an ancient commanding house that leads all the mountains, and the place where gods govern.
The little girl with the "Xu" waist badge has her hands glowing with treasure and covered with cloud-patterned talismans, somewhat similar to the skills of a tailor.
On her slender shoulders appeared an entity similar to the Dharma. It was extremely small, no more than an inch tall, and had the appearance of a young man, with a supernatural appearance. He carried a sword, wore red clothes, a hibiscus crown on his head, and was decorated with snow-white dragon beads.
The little monk wearing plain gauze Zen robes, hanging a "Chen" waist badge, opened one eye and closed one eye. Where he closed his eyes, a whirlpool of lightning and thunder appeared, and a flat mirror surface of water appeared under his feet.
, among the dots of light, lotus flowers are constantly sprouting up, swaying, blooming and falling, withering and falling into the water, and then standing gracefully and blooming, again and again.
At noon, the Talisman Formation Master refined an entire ancient cave with incomplete avenues. Xu, the military monk, may be because he is young and his body is not yet ready for hard work, so for the time being, only his arms are able to use sewing techniques.
, but was able to rely on some kind of gifted military magical power to go beyond the rules and command the ghost of an ancient swordsman. Chen, possessing a kind of Buddhist magical power of mindfulness and pure visualization.
The remaining three people, the sword cultivator "Mao", the Confucian Qi practitioner "You", and the Taoist monk "Wei", all concealed themselves very well and were not in a hurry to use their methods.
Aunt Feng looked around and said with a sweet smile: "I'm just here to catch up with half of my fellow countrymen. You don't have to be so nervous. Just put away all your scare tactics."
The six people were indifferent, obviously not following her orders. Aunt Feng was not angry either, she had no choice, she was just an anonymous preacher, and she was lazy. After teaching Taoism and magical powers for so many years, she was a typical example of doing nothing but doing the work.
It wasn't because of someone's supervision in the past and the fact that she would check the results every once in a while. She could just throw out a few booklets and give up. Whether she could succeed or not depends on her understanding and predisposition, so what does it have to do with her?
Like now, when the six children were disobedient, Aunt Feng let them put up a fight. Anyway, she was not the one who wasted energy and energy. She continued to look at Chen Pingan and asked with a smile: "Don't blame me for telling you to stop."
Step right?"
Chen Ping'an put his hands on his sleeves, and there were seven people including Aunt Feng to show his sincerity and said with a smile: "How dare you blame the seniors."
Aunt Feng smiled and said, "Hey, we meet again tonight. She looks friendly and looks like a senior and junior, but from the tone of her voice, there is something in her words. The Sword Immortal is quite charming."
Chen Pingan asked in his heart: "Senior, are you familiar with Mr. Qi?"
Aunt Feng found it interesting and did not give an answer. She smiled and asked: "Since you have become the old scholar's disciple, Qi Jingchun is your senior brother. Why are you still calling Mr. Qi now?"
Chen Ping'an held up his sleeves with his hands, intertwined his fingers, his body was slightly stooped, and he said with a smile: "I do, I can call you whatever you like. Senior, even if he is in charge of heaven and earth, he really has nothing to do with this matter."
Aunt Feng clicked her tongue and said: "After all, as you grow up, your temper also improves. I remember that when you were a child, you were very talkative."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "To be honest, senior, I am actually very talkative now."
Aunt Feng raised her hand and gently twisted the colorful knot with her fingers, smiling without saying a word.
Chen Pingan followed without saying a word.
The atmosphere was a little cold for a while.
At that time, five people opened their mouths on the covered bridge road. Old man Yang from the drug store was the last one, and he was also the only person whose identity Chen Ping'an could confirm at that time.
This Aunt Feng was the first person to speak when Chen Ping'an was moving forward step by step. She whispered softly and naturally bewitched people's hearts. She advised the young man to kneel down and he would have good luck.
In her words back then, apart from the most familiar Old Man Yang, compared to the tone of the other four, she was the least arrogant, just like... a woman with spring resentment living in the mountains, leisurely
When I came to have nothing to do, I raised the flower curtain and saw the flowers falling in the wind in the courtyard. I dispersed my laziness a little, got a little interested, and said casually, don't leave the branches in a hurry.
The second person who spoke was quite rude and called Chen Pingan an ordinary person and quickly knelt down.
The third person's tone was calm, as if he was saying a truth that is a matter of course. The fourth person, with a vicissitudes of voice and an old-fashioned tone, finally warned Chen Ping'an that if you don't take what God gives you, you will be punished.
However, the minds of the immortals are unpredictable, their thoughts are deep, and their plans are often involved for hundreds of years. Therefore, those who speak harshly may not necessarily be malicious, and those who are gentle and gentle may not necessarily have good intentions.
The evil person is sinister, even if his voice is full of laughter and murderous intent. The auspicious person is peaceful, and even if he is dreaming, he is still peaceful.
In short, no one, including Old Man Yang, hopes that he will move on. Perhaps no one thinks that the mud-legged man from Mubo Lane who broke the Changsheng Bridge is qualified, capable, and blessed to bear the karma of the great road.
Except Mr. Qi.
Chen Ping'an suddenly turned his head and looked at the formation master woman.
She immediately put away her natal magical power and did not dare to look at this person's state of mind.
Just now she could only vaguely see a well between heaven and earth in her heart.
When the man in green shirt standing on the eaves cast his gaze, at the mouth of the well, a pair of mighty golden eyes seemed to appear, even more pure than the gold and copper coins.
He even turned his back on the guest and examined the mind of her as a spy.
She knew very well that this was Chen Ping'an reminding herself not to look at what she shouldn't look at.
When she looks at people, she can vaguely see a vague mental state. This is something she is born with, and it is just a matter of course.
Just like whether a person can climb mountains and practice spiritual practice, it depends on whether God is willing to reward him with a bowl of immortal rice.
Apart from sword cultivation, Fu Lu Yi Yi and Wang Qi Yi are both relatively difficult to learn. They rely more on the innate qualifications of the Qi practitioners. Whether they are good or not depends on whether the ancestor will reward them or not.
The so-called inspection qualifications of the Qin Tianjian Qi Practitioners are based on various innate bones.
After the birth of all children in Lizhu Dongtian, the natal porcelain is fired, and a drop of blood essence is dripped into it. This is a method of inspection to judge the level of a person's future achievements on the great road, and the error is extremely small.
Lizhu Cave Heaven has existed for three thousand years, and Da Li was founded only a few hundred years ago. It was originally a vassal vassal of the Lu Dynasty. So who handed over the ownership of Li Zhu Cave Heaven to Da Li Song family? And who taught this
The key technique that helped Da Li rise rapidly in the north of Yizhou? Historical mysteries, large and small, have never left any written records. Senior brother Cui Han and student Cui Dongshan seem to be abiding by some kind of contract. As long as they are
All the old almanacs related to Lizhu Cave Sky are not mentioned at all.
The small town in my hometown is not big. It is a small cave, with a radius of thousands of miles, but only a few thousand people.
Cui Dongshan once ridiculed Lizhu Cave Sky, which is the only one in the world that has shallow water and a lot of bastards, and temple demons with strong winds. Just after saying this, Cui Dongshan immediately clasped his hands together, raised them high above his head, shook them vigorously, and muttered something.
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The "Wu" brand female formation master said from her heart to a colleague: "It is generally certain that Chen Ping'an has no malicious intent or murderous intentions towards us. But I cannot guarantee that this is definitely the truth."
Swordsman "Mao" asked the young girl who was a military monk: "What are the odds of winning?"
The little girl said: "Chop melons and vegetables."
Then he added the word, "Be."
In fact, this seemingly innocent girl is the brains behind the six of them.
The other five people are not in the capital city of Li, they are on another small hill.
The sword cultivator asked the young Taoist priest again, "What is the result of the divination?"
The Taoist priest laughed angrily and said: "It's like hitting a wall. Fortunately, this swordsman doesn't care about anything. Otherwise, I would have to spit out all the wine I drank. Filling a pot is no big deal."
The sword cultivator thought for a moment and said, "Then remove the formation."
He is obviously the leader among the group. He is not yet young and has not the highest level of cultivation, but he is the real backbone.
When the sword cultivator made such a decision, the female formation master, the military girl and the young monk all put away their magical powers without hesitation.
Chen Ping'an took advantage of the situation and glanced at the young swordsman. His facial features were somewhat similar to someone's. Not surprisingly, his surname was Song, and his surname was Guo.
The sword cultivator was the only one sitting on the roof. After looking at each other with Chen Pingan, he remained calm, as if he didn't know the master of Luolu Mountain at all.
Chen Ping'an stepped out in one step, leaving the highest eaves, and landed on the ridge. He looked level with Aunt Feng and continued to ask in his heart: "Senior, before coming to the capital of Great Li, did you stay in the Lizhu Cave Celestial Body for a long time to understand the way of heaven?
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Aunt Feng shook her head and said with a smile: "It is not suitable or dare to stay for a long time. You were young at that time and had never climbed a mountain, so you may not know very well. Qi Jingchun's temper is only good to you, not to us, the remnants and prisoners with unjust names."
, the thief, the control is much stricter, so I stay more in Zhenwu Mountain and visit occasionally. Before Qi Jingchun took over Dongtian, the saints of the past dynasties were still relatively loose. I would either take people away from Lizhu Dongtian, such as Cao Hang
, Yuan Yu, or occasionally bring outsiders into the cave, such as Gu Can's father. But don't worry, I have nothing to do with that Ma Kuxuan of Xinghua Lane. I don't like him, I don't dislike him, he's good or bad. Of course, this
It’s just my perception, the others are all in their own eyes.”
To be continued...