In the capital city of Yuxuan Kingdom, in a courtyard of a back alley in Yongjia County.
The middle-aged Taoist priest who claimed to be catching monsters at night and passed by this place took a sniff and said with a smile: "Earlier in the alley outside the courtyard, Pindao smelled the fragrance of herbs, and then he stopped. If Pindao guessed correctly, there was
Aconitum and ginger, why are you still a country man?"
Ning Ji said with a shy face, "How can I say that I am a doctor? I just accidentally found a few medicine books from an abandoned drug store on the way to escape. I studied them while walking, but I don't dare to say that I have learned something superficially."
The Taoist priest said: "If you don't mind, take it and take a look."
The young man stood up quickly, grinned and said, "What's the big deal? Master Wu, wait a minute, I'll get it right away."
Grandpa was old and slept lightly. The young man crept into the house, gently took out a homemade camphor wood box, returned to the yard, and handed it to the elegant Taoist priest Wu.
Chen Ping'an took the wooden box and did not rush to open it. He smiled and said: "Pintao will take a guess first. Most of the medicinal books in the box and the compilers of them are from the Vulcan sect that has emerged in the past three hundred years."
The young man was stunned and said with shock on his face: "Master Wu is really a god who can predict the future?!"
Chen Pingan shook his head and said with a smile: "Physicians and doctors of this lineage are especially good at using ginger. Based on the herbal medicine you posted, it is not difficult to guess that it is not as magical as you think and has nothing to do with magic."
Ning Ji suddenly realized that although Taoist Master Wu "exposed his own shortcomings", Ning Ji began to respect this Taoist priest who never made any secrets.
If it weren't for Lu Shendao's secret, Chen Ping'an would never have imagined that the skinny young man in front of him was the fish that had slipped through the net and made the Confucian Temple mobilize its troops to look for him everywhere.
Chen Pingan asked jokingly: "You actually know about the Vulcan Sect?"
Ning Ji nodded and said shyly: "I often sell medicinal materials to shops. As time goes by, I heard some opinions from the doctors."
Chen Ping'an opened the box with a smile and picked up the books. He thought that in the years since the young man had been away from home, he could not only cure diseases and save himself with these medicine books, but also collect medicines to make money.
However, these books are thread-bound editions published by ordinary booksellers. The printing is poor and the text often contains errors. Medicinal books are different from ordinary miscellaneous books. A single word difference may lead to thousands of miles of confusion.
"As the saying goes, if you write three words in the book, the fish will become the emperor of Lu and the tiger will become."
Chen Ping'an quickly flipped through a few pages and said with a smile: "It means that no matter how good the original copy of a book is, if it is copied and printed too many times, it will be prone to errors, errors, omissions, and reversed characters. It is inevitable. In the future, there will be more mistakes.
If you have the opportunity, try to find some good manuscripts, compare them, and imitate the secretary's correct calligraphy, and the proofreader carefully corrects the text and corrects the mistakes, so as to prevent future generations from spreading mistakes."
Ning Ji nodded vigorously and kept it in his mind silently. However, when the young man thought about his little savings, he began to worry, not knowing that he would only have money to buy those so-called rare books in the Year of the Monkey.
Chen Ping'an said casually: "That aconitum was picked by you in spring. In fact, it is the same medicinal herb. The time, month and place when the medicine is collected are different, so each has its own name and medicinal properties. This principle cannot be ignored. Like this aconitum.
, in the Huangting Kingdom on the border of ancient Shu, and the Dalilong Prefecture, which was renamed Chuzhou not long ago, its medicinal properties are better than elsewhere, and it is harvested in September every year, especially when exposed to the sun, but in Chuzhou, it is also called Ni.
Aconite, since water and soil nourish a person, then the medicinal materials that are most particular about soil properties are naturally similar."
Ning Ji's eyes sparkled and he said: "Taoist Master Wu, I have only heard of Dali Longzhou before. I will definitely visit those places in the future."
"The young man is full of energy and has high ambitions. He wants to read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles."
Chen Ping'an nodded, put the books back into the camphor wood box, returned them to the boy, and said with a smile: "Life is a long journey, and finding a place to rest and drink a ladle of water to quench your thirst is a method of good karma. If you are a poor person, then
I’m going to digress a little bit more with you. Since ancient times, doctors from all walks of life have always had quite different opinions. When they quarreled with each other, they often cursed harshly. However, when scholars curse, it doesn’t matter how loud their voice is. The more refined they are, the meaner they tend to be.”
Chen Pingan pressed the camphor wood box with his palm, "Actually, the difference is not in the book, but in the people. It is not only the climate of the place where the person who takes the medicine is different, but also the personal teachings and opinions of the person who takes the medicine. Ning Ji, you can also be considered a reader.
If you have read a few medicine books, I will ask you a question. There is such a quarrel among doctors from different medical schools. Who is right and who is wrong?"
The young man thought carefully for a moment, but stopped talking.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "I'll just say it straight away. It's not an examination. Pindao is not an examiner in the examination room, and you are not rushing to take the examination. Pindao is not a teacher, and you are not a young boy. There is no examination in the school."
I mean, we're just chatting casually, don't be nervous."
Words and speech are not only bridges between people, but they are also barriers and boundaries.
Ning Ji scratched his head and hesitated for a moment, "Daozhang Wu, is there a possibility that there is no difference between right and wrong, only better and more right?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "You will find out what the answer is in the future. In short, as a scholar, you can argue with someone to the point of blushing, but as a person, you still have to dilute the peace a bit."
The young man was thoughtful.
The Taoist priest smiled and joked: "Hey, you actually understand such a great truth?"
The young man grinned and said, "I don't understand much, but I will remember it first and think about it later."
The Taoist priest stroked his beard and nodded, praising: "You can teach me."
Following the conversation with Taoist Wu, who was hammering his head here and there, the young man unconsciously became in a peaceful mood.
It's like there is an extra place in the young man's mind, called Dali Longzhou. It seems that there are some bookstores in the distance on the road of his heart, and there are a few medicinal books in them, but the prices are not cheap... They are all waiting for the young man.
Traveling and meeting each other, and on this road that the young man has not yet set out on, it seems that there are some doctors on the roadside who are making red faces and spitting. It is very interesting... There is also a warm voice on the road, which seems to be saying a sentence repeatedly.
If you want to be a human being, you need to be a little less gentle...
It's just that the poor young man named Ningji is unaware of these subtle scenes and mental states at this moment.
The Taoist priest said: "Meeting is fate. Pindao has been traveling since he was young. Besides setting up stalls and telling fortunes, he also occasionally works as a traveling herbalist. Today I will teach you a few prescriptions, named Zuo and Yougui Wan.
, Buzhong Yiqi Decoction, Yinqiao Powder, Sini Decoction, and Purple Snow Pill. If you bite off more than you can chew, I will teach you these for now. If we are destined to meet again in the future... then we will talk about it later."
When the young man heard this, his face immediately turned red and he was very excited. He spoke in a trembling Mandarin voice with a slight local accent: "Taoist Master Wu, I only know about this Sini Decoction. The book says that it has the power to warm the body, dispel cold, restore Yang and save Ni."
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The Taoist priest smiled and said to himself: "These recipes more or less require dealing with money. Since you know the wonderful effects of Sini Decoction, I will teach you a back roasting method that costs almost no money.
In the future, in a place with heavy miasma in the mountains, before you go up the mountain to collect medicine, you should first light a stove at home. When you come back from the mountain, turn your back to the stove and bake your back. The principle is similar to moxibustion, until the tip of your nose sweats.
That’s it, it can open the Du Vein and also be used to restore Yang.”
The Taoist priest smiled and said: "I am an outsider. I have always looked down upon money. Yellow and white things are all external possessions. Naturally, I will not be greedy for your savings. If you feel that you are in debt and feel sorry for yourself, it is okay. Don't live here today.
, you only need to show more kindness in the future, perform more good deeds, have a record of your merits and demerits in your heart, and pay them back to the world one by one, and you will regard it as repaying this debt of gratitude."
The young man was confused, thought for a moment, and nodded vigorously.
Chen Pingan asked: "Do you have paper, pen, and inkstone here?"
Ningji nodded and said, "They are all there!"
When the young man hurriedly ran to the house to get paper and pen, the Taoist priest raised his head and looked at the alley outside the courtyard. A woman passed by the wall. The Taoist priest smiled and pretended not to know.
Xue Ruyi twitched the corners of her lips and whispered: "It's meaningless to deceive and deceive others."
She had noticed that the Taoist priest sneaked out of the house in the middle of the night. She was bored anyway, so she followed the Taoist priest all the way to Yongjia County, wanting to see whether he was a flower picker or a gentleman. She never thought about it.
After twists and turns, the Taoist priest came to see the young man.
At this moment, a righteous voice sounded in Xue Ruyi's ears, "Girl, you have misunderstood our Taoist priest Wu."
Xue Ruyi was horrified, but she remained calm. When she heard the sound, she turned around and saw a shabby Taoist priest wearing a cotton robe. He was young and looked like a dog.
She asked: "Who are you?"
The Taoist priest moistened his throat and said: "The surname of Xiaodao is Lu. The girl can call her Taoist Master Lu. I am not bragging. I am just talking about the fortune-telling business of setting up a stall. Taoist Wu in the courtyard is a junior of Xiaodao, so he is only strong but not weak. In addition, Yarrow
, Fuluan, the numbering of plum blossoms, etc., everything is masterful. Especially the "Qi Gua" one, he is even more good at it, whether it is throwing copper coins, reading words, listening to birds, picking up the wind, it is probably because of the respect and sincerity of the poor man.
, only God and spirit can respond to everything.”
Xue Ruyi couldn't guess the identity of the other party, so she patiently listened to the fact that Director Lu was so shameless.
She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she always felt that this Taoist priest who claimed to be surnamed Lu was elegant in speech, eloquent, and arrogant.
of.
Yes, he and Wu Di are obviously the same person, no wonder they are so familiar.
Xue Ruyi was attentive and had already carefully looked at the other party's attire.
The young Taoist priest wore a wooden hairpin, a Tai Chi bun, a cotton robe, a black bag hanging around his waist, and a cotton parcel slung across his body.
Seeing that she glanced at his black bag, the young Taoist priest smiled and said: "It was a gift from an old friend who was a jailer. I miss people when I see things, and treasure them. Since ancient times, medicine has not been divided into families. Visiting immortals to find the way, the green bag
Selling divination."
Xue Ruyi pretended to be surprised and asked: "The Taoist master can also read Feng Shui? Can he see the good and bad luck of the Yang house, and also the quality of the Yin house?"
Lu Chen shook his head and said, "Xiao Dao is not particularly good at this business."
The word "special" is very emphatic.
Xue Ruyi smiled and said: "Forget it if you're not good at it. I originally planned to ask Director Lu to come to my house to take care of the eyes."
Lu Chen tugged on the rope of the package and said with a smile: "To tell you the truth, there are several kilograms of dried Polygonatum japonica inside. The texture is excellent. The key is that it is cheap and good. It is originally useful. If the girl knows the goods, she can buy it. Xiaodao
The worst that can happen is that you have to take another trip to the mountain. Previously, in an ancient mountain called Quanjiao, there was a Taoist man who told Xiaodao that if you take Huang Jing, you can fly to the sky as long as you get the right method."
Lu Chen looked at the female ghost lingering here.
In this world, no matter men and women, humans and ghosts, immortals and monsters, they live a long time and have many stories.
Near the love gate, it takes a thousand years to meet a beautiful woman, and it takes a thousand years to see a beautiful woman.
Xue Ruyi laughed when he heard this. How many kilograms of Polygonatum japonica can you achieve enlightenment and ascend to heaven?
Who should I imitate? Why should I imitate Wu Di? If he likes to trick someone, then he will kill him if he is familiar with it?
But Xue Ruyi could not help but wonder, could this young liar named Lu be the person Wu Di was looking for in the capital of Yuxuan Kingdom?
Judging from the ages of both parties, could it be that he is Wu Di's illegitimate son living abroad?
It's just that the two of them don't look alike.
Lu Chen was a little embarrassed. What on earth was Miss Xue thinking?
Chen Ping'an's appearance can only be called Zhou Zheng, while Pindao can definitely be considered handsome.
Xue Ruyi asked with a smile: "Taoist Wu likes to plant flowers in the house, but Taoist Lu likes to go to the mountains to pick herbs?"
"I do it occasionally. After all, curing diseases and saving people involves life and death. If you use it well, you can rejuvenate yourself and open a shop next to the door of death. If you use it poorly, you will kill someone with three fingers and use it with a knife full of resentment. How dare you be careless?"
Lu Chen smiled and said, "Young lady may not know something. One of the founders of our profession once made a rule that you must learn from the past and present, understand heaven and man, and only those who do not approach immortals or have a heart that is not close to Buddha must not practice medicine."
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She sneered and said: "According to you, how many qualified doctors can there be in the world's apricot forest?"
The young Taoist priest had a look of shame on his face, "The Taoist is clumsy and clumsy with his tongue. He really can't speak to girls."
Since Wu Di came here just to get close to a young man, Xue Ruyi was too lazy to continue chatting with the man named Lu in the alley and turned around to leave.
After she turned around, Lu Chen shouted: "Miss Xue, please stay."
Xue Ruyi turned around and found that the young Taoist priest had unexpectedly found two branches of fresh mugwort that seemed to be stained with rain and dew.
She frowned slightly, where did the object in the other person's hand come from?
Lu Chen stretched out his hand, handed over the mugwort, and said with a smile: "On the afternoon of May 5th, I will give you a pair of mugwort. Miss Xue can hang it on the door during the Dragon Boat Festival this year to ensure safety."
Xue Ruyi narrowed her eyes and smiled and said: "Not to mention the local customs of hanging wormwood, I just want to ask Director Lu, can hanging it at the door ward off evil spirits?"
The Taoist priest nodded vigorously and said, "It must be possible!"
Xue Ruyi snorted coldly, saying that he was not as good at cheating money as Wu Di. At least Wu Di recognized that he was a female ghost, but this one with the surname of Lu was far worse.
The female ghost left gracefully, and Lu Chen shook his wrist. The two pieces of mugwort in his hand disappeared and appeared at the door of the ghost house. The mugwort hung in the air and slowly approached the door at a speed invisible to the naked eye. If
When the land gods saw it, they could roughly deduce that mugwort would stick to the gate on time after sunrise on the Dragon Boat Festival.
Lu Chen pulled at the low wall with both hands, gave a soft drink, and became angry, climbed over the wall and entered, spread his hands in the courtyard, and stood calmly.
The Taoist priest shook his sleeves, his face full of pride, he was a poor Taoist with good body skills.
Xue Ruyi was hiding on the ridge of a roof. When she saw this, she sighed.
In the hospital, Chen Ping'an had already finished writing the few prescriptions for the boy. Finally, he found a lame excuse and wrote an extra set of prescriptions and how to boil the herbs, totaling three pieces of paper.
Chen Ping'an didn't even look at Lu Chen, who was carrying a package across his body and a green bag hanging on his waist.
Chen Pingan did not know when Lu Chen arrived or the content of the conversation with Xue Ruyi in the alley.
Lu Chen ran all the way, holding down the three pieces of paper, and said anxiously: "Fellow Taoist Wu, put it away. How can you behave like this? I, a Taoist priest, am an upright man, how can I be generous to others?"
Chen Ping'an's intention is very obvious. If he helps you, Lu Chen, he will pay off the debt from that year.
The young man was confused as to who the young Taoist priest who had climbed over the wall in front of him was.
It just depends on the situation. Are you an old acquaintance with Daochang Wu? Then he is not a bad person.
Lu Chen smiled and said: "Young man, could you please go get another ladle of water? Remember to put it in a white bowl."
Ningji nodded and went to the kitchen to get a gourd and ladle of water.
Chen Ping'an sorted out all the prescriptions except three pieces of paper, stacked them into a pile, and placed them gently on the bench that served as a makeshift table.
Lu Chen sat on the steps, took the white bowl from the young man's hand, and said with a smile: "Whether it's using medicine to practice medicine, or going up the mountain to practice Taoism, kung fu is nothing more than planning on the two rituals, and there are many ways to do it, but it can never surpass the two methods of yin and yang.
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Ning Ji felt a little awkward and glanced at Taoist Wu who was standing aside. Taoist Wu smiled and nodded in greeting, indicating that the young man should not be restrained.
Lu Chen shook the white bowl in his hand and said with a smile: "The poor Taoist Lu Chen, whose Taoist name is 'Nanhua', is one of the masters of Bai Yujing. I came here tonight to accept you as my direct disciple, Ning Ji, are you willing to worship Lu Chen
As a teacher?"
Ning Ji was in a daze, a little confused, and the words that popped out of the young Taoist's mouth were all expressions that the young man had never heard of.
Just understand one thing, the other party wants to accept you as a disciple.
Ning Ji's face turned red and he looked at Daoist Wu again.
Only this time, Taoist Wu neither nodded nor shook his head. In short, there was no hint.
Lu Chen smiled, put down the white bowl in his hand, raised his hands, and made empty fists, "Ning Ji, guess left or right, you can guess whatever you want."
Ning Ji subconsciously looked at Daozhang Wu again from the corner of his eyes, who nodded slightly.
The young man looked left and right and said softly: "Guess right."
Lu Chen turned sideways, with his back to Chen Ping'an, and spread out his two hands at the same time, each with a seal, and the bottom note facing Lu Chen himself. The young man saw only two lines of margin, with only one word difference.
Within the travel area, outside the travel area.
Lu Chen clenched his hands again, raised his sleeves and then let go. The two seals slipped into his sleeves and said with a smile: "Ning Ji, look at us, Taoist Wu, who is comfortable with himself. Although we are waving all day long, it seems that we are busy,
In fact, his spirit has not changed. This is what is called a Taoist master in the book of gods, immortals, legends and monsters. His body shape is within You Fang and his Taoist mind is outside You Fang."
Chen Pingan laughed it off.
Three thousand years ago, before he traveled to the Qingming world, Lu Chen had already written in a book, what is a great master, someone who travels outside the world?
It is an extremely pure and sublime Taoist saying. It is possible, just possible, and it also contains a layer of meaning. A pure martial artist becomes a god and becomes a great master.
Chen Pingan suddenly discovered that a long river of time seemed to be stagnant.
The young man Ning Ji was already motionless.
Naturally, it was Master Lu’s method.
Lu Chen stretched out his hand and brought out two bottles of wine again, namely Wutiao wine from Shujianhuchishuicheng and Chunyun wine from Gengyunfeng in Yunxia Mountain.
At the same time, three vertical scrolls appeared in the courtyard. They were all images of Chen Ping'an, but they were slightly different. They were a sword stove with two fingers, twisting a talisman with two fingers, and a sword on his back.
In the years to come when the young man from Mu Ping Lane left his hometown and traveled far away from home, the foundation of his life was set in order, martial arts, talismans, and swordsmanship.
First, learn boxing to save your life, then practice holding talismans close to your body, and then practice swordsmanship to climb high.
"This Ningji is born to practice Talismans. In fact, he can practice anything. There is almost no threshold, because as long as he wants to learn, opportunities will come to him. Just like you came here tonight, I have no choice but to follow.
Already."
After using this as his opening remarks, Lu Chen paused for a moment, pointed to the vertical scroll scroll where Chen Ping'an was twisting the talisman, and said with a smile: "It's a lamp-carrying talisman. It's like traveling at night with a candle. It's really suitable for us...people."
Then, as if taking a quick look around, what I saw were scenes of Chen Pingan using different talismans in different years and scenes.
Back then, when Chen Ping'an was practicing boxing on the ferry on the underground river's dragon path, he would differentiate between
Write a tranquility talisman to calm the mind, and a talisman for dispelling dirt and dust that is also located on the first few pages of the "Authentic Book of Alchemy". Whenever the night falls, the straw-shoe boy will hike over the mountains and ridges, and he will also write a sun talisman.
The qi pick-up lamp talisman is used to determine whether there are evil spirits in the surrounding mountains and rivers, and is used to seek good luck and avoid evil. On the way to travel, the mountains and rivers are far away, and people fight with the enemy with fists, or the square-inch talisman can shrink the earth veins to assist the god and man in beating drums.
, or if you encounter a ghost, you will offer the pagoda demon-suppressing talisman.
Then there was a Qi practitioner who was afraid of heights. He was so handsome that it was hard to tell whether he was male or female.
Lu Chen said lazily: "Lu Tai, your good friend, after we parted ways, he raised a dog in Furong Mountain, one of the lotus-root blessed lands divided into four parts, and named him Lu Chen."
Chen Ping'an looked at the scenes that kept changing the pictures and "himself". He didn't think much about it. He just felt that he had traveled so many places.
Traveling to the Great Wall of Sword Qi for the first time, after leaving Xuanxuan Mountain, Chen Pingan took the intercontinental ferry to swallow the treasure whale. During his return to the old dragon city of Aquarius Island, in addition to being "entangled" by Lu Tai, Chen Pingan found himself in the Yuyin Mountain House.
After reaching the realm of martial arts refining, you can draw the "Mountain and River Sword Talisman" and "Rain Prayer Talisman". Although they are still low-grade talismans in the original alchemy book, according to the book, they are very magical and have many uses, but there are intentional
Unintentionally, Chen Pingan, who had been able to draw these two talismans for a long time, rarely used them until he was in the demon-suppressing building where Qing Tong was sitting, in a phantom world of sycamore leaves, when the drought was severe, Chen Pingan wanted to pray for rain.
, it was the first time that one of these Taoist altar talismans was offered, a rain-seeking talisman that can make "the sky and the earth dark and heavy rain flood".
Lu Chen smiled and said: "Actually, these two talismans that you have rarely used are the ones that have the most interactions with you, and have the strongest connection with you on the mountain."
In the dragon kiln in his hometown where Chen Ping'an was an apprentice, a rain master once burned the fire.
It was also someone's box of rouge buried in Mud Bottle Alley that made Chen Ping'an feel like he was born to be on the road.
"On the ferry, it was the first time you clearly felt what the real 'soul concentration' was, because you could finally clearly hear the sound of dripping water when the three souls passed by the heart lake. At that time
You are too busy having fun, and you don’t know that not all Qi practitioners, even those who have become Earth Immortals, can detect the passing of three souls. Of course, if you can do this, you have to thank that sissy’s relic.”
Chen Pingan reached out and took the hanging pot of Wutiao wine and began to drink silently.
Lu Chen then took the pot of spring sleepy wine and continued to think about himself: "The Mountain and River Sword Talisman, you had little experience at the time, so you have never figured out what three mountains are, and you are always doubtful. Why is it that a Qi practitioner holding this talisman can make gods and ghosts
Salute and give way."
Last time in Tianwai, on the way back to Haoran, Li Xisheng showed up to help clear up the confusion, allowing Chen Ping'an to finally confirm that he and Mr. Three Mountains and Nine Lords had some connections, but no connection in the general sense. It turns out that this
One of the four candidates for the top ten tycoons in the ancient world, he settled down in the Lizhu Cave Sky in the early years in the Mud Bottle Alley, but he had no interaction with any of the Chen clan in the small town.
"Even now, you still don't know. To be precise, you are not sure what the meaning of 'river' in this talisman is. Senior brother only said it in general in the book. In ancient times, there was a god who controlled the rivers and was responsible for killing evil and destroying evil spirits.
, likes to devour all ghosts. Of course you have guessed that it is related to the gentleman Zhong Kui of Dafu Academy, but you just can’t believe it, or in other words, you are not particularly willing to believe it."
"Oh, Dafu Academy, Dafu, and Dog Days, naturally we often need to ask for rain. Zhong Kui happened to be born in such a Confucian academy. Do you think it is a coincidence?"
"You and Zhong Kui first met in Hu'er Town on the border of Daquan. But it seems that the first time Zhong Kui showed his supernatural powers outside of Confucianism was at the Burial River, right?"
"You didn't have any idea about the rain-seeking talisman back then. To a large extent, it was because you didn't refine the Five Elements natal item. Later, you bought one from Lu Yong, the Taoist priest of Qinghu Palace, for a cabbage price.
It's worthless, but to you it's the priceless Five-Colored Golden Chamber Stove, haha, Five-Colored, isn't this even more of a coincidence, right?"
At this point, Lu Chen seemed to be a little thirsty, so he quickly raised his head to drink, gulping, gulping, and took a big gulp of wine.
Chen Pingan finally smiled and asked: "Do you mean, Master Lu, to say that these things are waiting for people, or that people are doing things?"
Lu Chen said: "It's easy to ask, it's easy to ask. If it were Cao Rong, he wouldn't be able to ask such a question to his death. Previously, when he was at Pomo Peak, one of his disciples was dull, so I had to comfort him with one look after another.
Wherever, in fact, that’s it.”
Chen Ping'an looked straight ahead and moved the wine pot slightly towards Lu Chen. Lu Chen gently touched the wine pot with his hand and drank.
Lu Chen drank the wine, wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, thought for a moment, and said: "If you really want to care about it, it seems to be the same no matter who you are, and it's not worth making a fuss about. You, me, Cao Rong, Xue in that ghost house in Changning County
Ruyi, the young boy studying next door to her, Yongjia County here, and Ningji here."
Having said this, Lu Chen put away his magical power, the three vertical scrolls in the courtyard disappeared, and the long river of time continued to flow.
Lu Chen picked up the water bowl with both fingers, but instead of drinking the water himself, he unexpectedly handed it to Chen Ping'an and asked with a smile: "Why don't you come and accept a disciple?"
Chen Ping'an didn't expect that Lu Chen would do something like this, and was speechless.
When the young man heard this, his eyes lit up.
A pair of eyes, shining brightly in the night, like a lit candle, are the longing and hope of a young man who is full of disappointment.
Lu Chen smiled mischievously.
Chen Pingan glanced at Lu Chen and said with a smile, "Is Master Lu so happy?"
Lu Chen immediately stopped his smile and put the white bowl back on the steps between the two of them, "My disciple said something from the bottom of his heart before, saying that Shanzhu Chen and his teacher, students and teachers, both of you are good at being teachers.
. He, Cao Rong, admires him from the bottom of his heart. Pindao has taken on a good apprentice who speaks outspokenly."
Among his disciples and students, from Cui Dongshan, who was the first to become a student in Gongzi, to Zhao Shuxia, a close disciple who was considered by Chen Ping'an to be one of his own boxing masters.
Of course Chen Pingan was satisfied with everyone, but at the same time, he did not hide his preference for each of them.
Having said that, in a sense, Chen Ping'an seems to have not yet received a disciple who is "most like him".
After all, the threshold is not low. You need to be a swordsman and learn boxing, and you also need to be a Fulu Sect practitioner.
Otherwise, Chen Ping'an, who has learned a lot and has a master's degree in all kinds of crafts, can teach everything he has about preaching, especially on the word "personal transmission", so that he can truly get what he wants and achieve it incisively and vividly.
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The students and disciples are all so good that Mr. Chen Pingan, the master, seems to be more like a hands-off shopkeeper than the chief of Luopo Mountain.
Therefore, Chen Ping'an has a lot of regrets in personally teaching his disciples. Cui Dongshan does not need to teach, and Cao Qinglang's mentors are actually Zhong Qiu and Lu Tai. In addition, for example, teaching Pei Qian Boxing?
Guo Zhujiu was already a master of Jindan swordsmanship when we met? Even with Zhao Shuxia who is now with him, he started learning boxing and mostly taught it by himself. After finally meeting a little girl, Chen Pingan wanted to show off occasionally.
Second, what was the situation like in Chaiwu?
Chen Pingan put away his thoughts, turned his head, looked at Lu Chen, and asked Lu Chen from his heart.
"When we were young, did we survive a certain winter? Did we freeze to death in the night?"
us?
What does it mean?
Lu Chen was dumbfounded, silent for a long time, exhaled a long breath, and said in a deep voice: "Chen Ping'an, don't imitate that Zheng Juzhong, really, listen to my advice!"
Zheng Juzhong is Zheng Juzhong, he is the only one. He will want to prove that he is not the Taoist ancestor. How can you, Chen Pingan, get involved in this kind of excitement?
Seeing that Chen Ping'an was silent, Lu Chen raised a hand, put his fingers together, and said sadly: "Is it so indifferent between friends? Do you want me to swear a poisonous oath?!"
Chen Pingan seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
A pair of golden eyes appeared, but the vision was fleeting.
Chen Ping'an breathed a sigh of relief and nodded. He could rule out this possibility, which was the most unlikely and the most likely.
Before this, Chen Ping'an was afraid that he was the key dream in one of Lu Chen's five dreams and seven heart phases, Mengdie.
"We have been friends for many years, please don't mess with my mind."
Lu Chen wiped his sweat-free forehead and said cautiously: "Actually."
Chen Ping'an twitched the corner of his mouth and continued: "Actually, have you ever had similar thoughts?"
Lu Chen blinked his eyes.
Chen Pingan asked: "Since you have thought of it, why don't you do it?"
Lu Chen smiled brightly and said, "Aren't you curious as to why my master, walking with you all the way through the town, finally stopped at the entrance of Mud Bottle Alley?"
Chen Ping'an frowned slightly and asked, "Who used to live next door to my ancestral home on Ni Ping Lane?"
Lu Chen laughed loudly and just tapped his heart lightly with his hand, saying, "Dong dong dong."