At the border of Shiwanda Mountain, an old man and a young man hovered with their swords, not daring to cross the thunder pond even half a step.
It was the old deaf boy who had secretly returned to his hometown. He spoke a few words from his heart and asked if he could stay at the senior dojo and discuss something boldly.
As a result, the old blind man was not willing to pay attention to him at all.
This was very frustrating, so I took the initiative to visit him, only to receive a silent rejection. The old deaf boy didn't dare to venture into this place without permission, so he could only stare where he was.
It was Ning Yao who asked for help, so that the old deaf man could lead his apprentice into this lifeless and lonely land and land on the top of the solitary peak that was like a mountain of worship.
Lao Deaf'er's disciple You Yu is a sword cultivator from the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and is about to form a pill. The speed of breaking through the realm is not too slow, after all, it was the embryo of the sword immortal that the boss sword immortal personally gave to Lao Deaf'er.
Ning Yao went out to entertain guests, and beside him was a girl in a mink hat with rosy cheeks, burping from wine in a generous manner.
In the old Jianqi Great Wall, in the prison where the old deaf boy sat, in addition to the "empty salary" criminal officer Hao Su, there were also two maid-like beings, Chang Ming and Ji Qing, who were the golden spirits of the world respectively.
The ancestral coin of Copper Coin and Guyu Coin was incarnated. Finally, under the "matchmaking" of the boss Sword Immortal, Hao Su accepted Du Shanyin as his disciple, and the old deaf man accepted You Yu as his apprentice.
Ning Yao remembered something and asked: "Old deaf boy, what is your name?"
When Xie Gou heard the opening remarks of the reunion after a long absence, he felt that the Great Wall of Sword Qi that he had missed after falling asleep was really a custom of loving each other.
But the old deaf boy didn't take it seriously and said with a grin: "Miss Ning, I almost forgot my real name even if I don't ask. My name is Gantang. There is an old Taoist name, 'Dragon Sound'."
I have been away from my hometown for too long, and the Taoist temple is Fuyu Mountain in the wild world. It is not famous and is far inferior to the Taoist temples such as Xianhan City and Dayue Qingshan.
At the end of the war, the boss swordsman showed mercy, and the old deaf boy, who had no merit but only hard work, was free. This time when he returned home, he didn't even dare to go to the dojo for fear of being caught.
This life is indeed miserable enough. At first, I couldn't resist the encouragement of my old friends. I thought my swordsmanship was not weak anymore, so I ran to fight with Chen Qingdu, but in the end, I was dragged into the Great Wall of Sword Qi.
If you finally get out of trouble and are blocked by Chusheng or Feiran, wouldn't it be a disaster? What's more, you have a drag bottle next to you, which makes you uncomfortable. If you really want to fight with the Ascension Realm, you will inevitably be tied up. After all,
It was the eldest Sword Immortal who gave it to his disciple. If he lost his life in the wild world, the old deaf man would feel guilty. This is not hypocritical. On the Great Sword Qi Wall, as a wild demon clan, he was able to reach the top of the Ten Sword Immortals.
Among them, this honor is the only one in ten thousand years. For this reason, the old deaf boy must remember Chen Qingdu. Of course, if he can beat Chen Qingdu, two things will happen.
Ning Yao and the young hermit official were a perfect match. They were two extremes in their behavior.
A sword cultivator who was born and raised in the Jianqi Great Wall didn't even know his own name. A foreigner, he even knew the customs and customs of Fuyu Mountain.
Youyu and Du Shanyin are the same age. Du Shanyin has never been convinced by Chen Ping'an, but Youyu regards the young Yinguan as an unattainable figure. It's a pity that during this trip, he hid his head with his master.
Finally, I didn't hear much about Chen Yinguan.
Ning Yao asked curiously: "What are you doing here this time?"
Now that the old deaf boy has returned to his hometown, why bother to come here again to ask for trouble? If a monk on the top of Haoran Mountain has been attached to the wilderness for many years, he would probably be scolded to death when he returns to his hometown. But in the barbaric world, the old deaf boy
Is it possible that such an encounter like this is still a good story? After all, Lao Deafer was once one of the ten peak sword immortals on the Great Sword Qi Wall who were qualified to participate in the city's discussions, and he was also the only demon sword cultivator.
The old deaf child smiled and said: "I want to find a more stable place to stand, without having to make calculations and calculations, fighting and killing, as if I have my head tied to my belt all day long. Miss Ning, do you have any suggestions?"
In the past, when Barbarian was aggressively attacking Haoran, he had to stay at the Great Wall of Sword Qi. Now Haoran is setting up a large array to counterattack Barbarian. Is it possible that he is still in the same situation? The old deaf child feels that it is too bad.
Ning Yao understood in his heart and said with a smile: "If you want to go to Colorful World, just say so."
The old deaf boy got off the donkey, rubbed his hands and said, "This is a good thing."
The first choice is of course the colorful world where heaven and earth don’t care. When the next time it opens, all Qigong practitioners from other worlds can go there, regardless of their status or realm.
Then there is the mountain of 100,000 yuan. The only problem is that the threshold is high. After all, the old blind man has no shortage of thugs. Everyone knows what will happen to Taoting.
The last option is to go to Nanbosu Island to join Qi Tingji and hang out with the Longxiang Sword Sect. It is probably not difficult, but deep down in the heart of the old deaf child, he is not particularly willing to join the guy nicknamed "Qi Shanglu"
As a helper. So if there is a choice, it would be best to replace Qi Tingji with Dong San, and we will definitely be able to talk.
Ning Yao asked: "Have you ever thought about going to Luolu Mountain?"
The old deaf boy with a shriveled neck and sallow face had a wrinkled old face and an extremely awkward expression. He gritted his teeth and shook his head vigorously and said: "I won't go if I don't go. I can't go if I can't. As a demon clan, I'm too sensitive. In our Sword Qi
The Great Wall, of course, doesn’t matter, but if you go to the Luolu Mountain in Aquarius Continent, you will easily injure Lord Yin Guan and get scolded in vain.”
Even though he knew that Ning Yatou was the lover of the young Yin Guan, the old deaf boy did not dare to say a polite word on this matter.
That boy is more profound than Qi Tingji, and he is not as thoughtful as a young man. When dealing with him, I can't help but be worried every day? What's more, that Luo Luo Mountain is obviously a place of right and wrong, and he wants to leave the wilderness just to avoid right and wrong.
There is no reason in the world to jump on a pole and jump into a pit of fire. Chatting with Chen Pingping is naturally interesting, but working as an errand under this boy is unnecessary. God knows how many sages and sages in the Confucian Temple, and all forces are eyeing that poor building.
Shan and Chen Ping'an, who holds the title of a hidden official? If he went, why would he come to talk about it? Don't hide under the quilt and let someone record it in someone's book.
The old blind man walked out of the hut with his hands behind his back, "Don't be so shameless."
Ning Yao was a little confused, but she mentioned it casually. She remembered that Senior Zhici and Chen Ping'an didn't have much of a romantic relationship.
Gantang was not sure what this old man in the 14th realm was thinking.
Xie Gou was afraid that the world would not be in chaos, so he stood aside and said, "Look at his posture and his tone. Does this old man look down on us, Luo Luoshan?"
Gantang couldn't tell the depth of this young girl in the mink hat, and asked doubtfully: "Who am I, my friend?"
Xie Gou said with a straight face: "I am the mountain master's newly recruited capable general, and I am the highest ranking member of the Jise Peak Ancestral Hall."
The old blind man sneered: "The identity of the demon clan is nothing. For example, her name is Bai Jing, and she is one of the old guys who were woken up by Bai Ze. Who dares to criticize Chen Pingan? What's more, in the desolate mountain, besides Bai Jing, there are also
The wild sword cultivator who used to be brewing wine in Luobaotan with the master of Bixiao Cave, now has a strange alias. Oh, if fellow Taoist Gantang is added to the mix, wouldn't it be like a mountain of heroes participating in the grand event, ascending and traveling everywhere? How about a demon?
If you go to the clan, you will be scolded, if you go to two of them, you will be afraid, but if you go to three of them, how can you respect Luo Luoshan?"
The old blind man speaks of a demon clan, but it's a pity he didn't add the word "beast" as the suffix.
Gantang's expression changed slightly, and he glanced at the girl in the mink hat carefully, "Hey, dear, is she really that notorious aunt in ancient times who likes to steal human rights?"
As for the ancient sword cultivator who changed his name to "Strange", his reputation is not small. He is a master who likes to fight. The key is that I heard that this senior has a habit of picking swordsmen who can't beat him. He is a hero!
Why did everyone go to Luopo Mountain?
Lord Yin Guan is a good kidnapper.
The old blind man reminded: "A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity is right in front of us. There will be no store like this after passing this village. Huh?"
Gantang immediately changed his mind and followed the trend: "I can go, but why can't I go? Since Luolu Mountain is the dojo of Lord Yinguan, it is not a mountain of swords and a sea of fire. It's a good thing!"
Senior, you are so cruel. If I don't go to Luopo Mountain, I'm afraid I can't get out of the mountain without being able to get out, and I will end up worse than Taoting.
If Bai Jing and that stranger were really standing in front of us at Luolu Mountain, could this matter really be discussed? I only said that I would have the opportunity to consult with them on swordsmanship. This great benefit is probably not a matter of money.
Yes. The eldest swordsman once gave him a sword manual in private, just because due to his identity as a demon clan, even though the old deaf boy studied hard, he still didn't make much profit, while Bai Jing and Wei Sheng were serious demon clansmen.
Sword cultivators, fellow practitioners among fellow practitioners, if they could learn Taoist swordsmanship together in that Luo Luo Mountain... it would indeed be a good thing!
The old blind man nodded and said with a smile: "Girl Ning, let Gantang go to Luopo Mountain to serve as a mountain protector. Just think of it as my advance gift to you."
Gantang grimaced, it was really bad luck. He was sold out like this? Can it be the same thing to be used as an offering and as a bodyguard? The latter is connected with the luck of the mountain top of the dojo.
The old blind man asked: "Fellow Taoist Gantang, looking at each other, it seems that you are not willing to accept it?"
Gan Tang panicked when he heard the other party calling him "fellow Taoist".
The old blind man sneered: "After all, you are at the peak of the Ascension Realm. Taking a disciple is like being a thief. You are not ashamed."
Gantang said respectfully: "Senior taught me this lesson."
Fortunately, Ning Yao said with a smile: "There is no need to serve as a guardian of the mountain. There is no shortage of it at Luopo Mountain. Senior only needs to stay there for about eighty years. When the door opens, he can go to the colorful world to establish a sect. Of course, if senior is willing,
Go to Ascension City to get a job that only requires your name. There is no problem, you are very welcome."
Gantang was relieved and sighed, "It's pointless if I don't start a sect. I'll wait and do my best at Luopo Mountain. Then I will resign my identity and relieve myself of my burden, and then wander around the colorful world as a person with the world."
I'm just a loose immortal in the mountains and fields without any competition. At most, I can just relax and pick and choose along the way, and help this kid Youyu find a few more junior brothers."
Seeing that Ning Yao and Gan Ting had already settled the matter, the old blind man added, "Gantang, when you get to Aquarius Island, remember to pay more attention to my apprentice."
Gantang was confused.
Not long ago, Li Huai took that fox charm down the mountain to visit a certain ferry.
Ning Yao helped introduce: "His name is Li Huai. He is a Confucian disciple. His native place is in a small town near Luo Po Mountain. He is the founding disciple carefully selected by Grandpa Zhici. Taoting is now Li Huai's protector."
Gantang sincerely sighed, "This boy is so lucky to be able to worship his senior as his teacher."
The girl in the mink hat was naughty and tried her best to suppress her laughter. She knew very well how master and disciple got along. It was hard to tell who was the grandfather and who was the grandson.
The old blind man stretched out his hand to hold Gan Tang's shoulder, and said with a smile: "What a great fortune? It sounds like you are very envious? In that case, why don't you just stay here and be an anonymous disciple for me? I don't recognize you.
What kind of personal inheritance, but you can call Li Huai as your senior brother? The good thing about pie in the sky is already on your lips, it’s just a matter of opening your mouth, do you want to eat it or not? "
Gantang smiled dryly and expressed his stance.
The old blind man ordered: "Gantang, before you go to Aquarius Island, you first help Li Huai protect the road. As a reward, if you provoke anyone from the Fourteenth Realm in the future, if you can escape, come here. If you can't escape, you
If you know you will die, tell the other person that you are protected by me, and let the other person consider whether to kill you or not, and whether you are willing to trade one life for another."
Although Gantang had doubts in his heart and was not sure that the old blind man could really kill a fellow monk, the old blind man's verbal promise was really pie in the sky.
Not daring to hesitate at all, Gan Tang quickly clasped his fists and thanked her repeatedly.
Although the old blind man's eyes were hollow, he seemed to see through Gan Tang's thoughts, "Do you think I'm exaggerating? Away from the Hundred Thousand Mountains, it's not difficult to defeat a Fourteenth Realm monk in a fight, but it's not difficult to kill a Fourteenth Realm monk.
Is it difficult?”
Gantang didn't dare to deny it, because he was really treating the old blind man as if he was blind, so he had to bite the bullet and tell the truth: "I dare not deceive my seniors. The difficulty and difficulty of killing in the Fourteenth Realm have been recognized for thousands of years.
"
The old blind man smiled and said: "There are always exceptions. If you don't believe it, when I ask you to burn paper on your apprentice's grave in the future, I advise you to rest in peace and explain to you what the exception is."
Gantang looked embarrassed and said: "Senior, don't worry, I won't be able to recruit a fourteenth realm monk just because I have protection."
The old blind man said with a disdainful look: "After the rain, the sky clears up, and the fourteen new realms are all filled with water."
Gantang didn't dare to talk.
The old blind man smiled and said: "Of course Ning Yatou is an exception."
Ning Yao accepted it calmly.
On the top of a high mountain, there were two fourteenth realm monks standing at the moment, as well as two ascension realm sword cultivators.
Of course, there is also the Youyu of Jindan Sword Cultivator.
Youyu was still a teenager when he left his hometown, but now he looks like a young man, a head taller than his old deaf master.
Youyu has naturally longed for the abject mountain where the young hermit official lived. He has completely different personalities from his contemporary Du Shanyin.
In fact, he knew very well that his master was not very satisfied with him, because the master's eyes occasionally looked at him with a hint of undisguised irritation and disgust.
Youyu doesn't have any resentment, his aptitude is average, his sword practice is slow, and he blames his master for looking down on him.
But if she wants her master to simply leave her alone, throw her somewhere, and go their separate ways from now on, Youyu is not that stupid and doesn't dare to say such angry words.
This trip to the Shiwanda Mountains has this result. I am unexpectedly happy. I am in a good mood. I have been wandering around for a few years and finally meet Lord Yin Guan again? I even have a chance to become Lord Yin Guan.
A member of a sect?
Ning Yao smiled and said: "Your name is You Yu. Chen Pingan often mentions you, saying that you are willing to endure hardships, have a good heart, and have a good master. As long as you show the qualifications and perseverance that the old deaf child recognizes, the old deaf child is not a
You stingy preacher will definitely be willing to give you all he has to teach you. As long as you keep your feet on the ground and climb higher step by step, your future achievements in swordsmanship will definitely not be low."
Youyu looks reserved, because he is not good at words by nature and does not know how to answer.
After all, the woman in front of me is Ning Yao.
Gantang was very pleased when he heard this. Ning Yao never said anything false. Since she said so, she must not be lying.
I never thought that Mr. Yin Guan understood my temper so well. Yes, the swordsmanship and Taoism he taught me was what disciple Youyu "deserves" for each current state. He would not give more, and he would never give less. In short, the disciple would get it.
Take it from the master with your true ability.
Ning Yao looked at the majestic scenery of mountains outside the mountain and took a deep breath.
The old blind man said that he did not welcome guests here, and asked Gan Tang and his disciples to go to the ferry immediately to find Li Huai.
I believe that when Li Huai returns to his hometown, Luopo Mountain will have one more Ascension Realm sword cultivator named to worship him.
When Gantang and Youyu said goodbye and left, two sword lights gliding through the sky added some color to the dead and desolate land.
The old blind man asked: "Are you planning to return to Haoran?"
Ning Yao nodded and said, "I'm back."
The old blind man was silent for a moment and said: "Successfully reaching the fourteenth level is not a trivial matter. It is gratifying. Chen Qing never doubted that you can become the fourteenth level, but he probably did not expect that this day would come so soon. If he
If you can see it with your own eyes, you will probably laugh out loud, and you will have to show off your beauty to me a few times. There are only a handful of people who can be called old friends, and there are even fewer old friends who can be called friends.
"
"Ning Yao, when you ran away from home and traveled around the world alone, Chen Qingdu actually arranged for a sword cultivator to follow you quietly. As for whether it was Nalan Yexing or someone else, it could also be a foreign swordsman who traveled the Great Wall of Sword Qi. The specifics are
I don't know who it is, and I didn't bother to ask Chen Qingdu about this. He just said that the arrangement was relatively hidden, and said that he was not going to tell you about it. After all, Chen Qingdu was still worried about you being wronged there.
, or someone calculated it, but that unknown sword cultivator followed you and stopped near Lizhu Cave, because Chen Qingdu asked me to take over later."
Back then, when Ning Yao was in Lizhu Cave, he was in danger because of the mud-legged man who was born and raised in this small town. The old blind man almost took action.
If he doesn't take action, Chen Qingdu will definitely make an exception and take action twice. Regardless of the rules, it doesn't matter what the Confucian Temple thinks. Of course, Chen Qingdu will definitely have a fight in Shiwandashan. He is ugly.
He has a bad temper.
Ning Yao said: "Chen Ping'an said that the secret protector was at first he guessed it was Lu Zhi, who was born in a noble family, but the time did not match up. Later, he thought it was most likely the Sanxian and sword cultivator from the Middle-earth Divine Continent.
Jiang Fu, who is in the Immortal Realm, has always been lonely and unpredictable. The most famous thing about this sword fairy is that she has collected a considerable number of sword gourds."
The old blind man had never heard of such a name before, and asked doubtfully: "How did that kid guess it? Is there a record at the Summer Palace? Or is it that the sword cultivator named Jiang is very famous in your Sword Qi Great Wall?"
To say that Chen Pingan could guess Ning Yao's Haoran trip that year, and that there were people around her to protect her, is nothing. But to say that Chen Pingan even knew the protector's roots, the old blind man really didn't believe it. Chen Qing was doing things.
, which is quite stable.
Ning Yao squinted and smiled, "There is a file record in the summer palace, but she used a pseudonym at the time, so Chen Ping'an would definitely not be able to find out the truth just by relying on this. Jiang Fu was in the Jianqi Great Wall back then, and his personality was withdrawn and unspectacular.
She didn't show off her sword very much. She was more like watching the battle. Jiang Fu didn't interact with many people, but she had a characteristic. She liked to drink. It could be said that she was addicted to alcohol. She drank three times a day and was unbeatable.
Food.”
"Before Chen Ping'an left his hometown for the first time, he got a medium-quality sword-raising gourd from Wei Bo. At that time, Wei Bo said that this object was the inventory of the Dali Dynasty. He made an expert decision and converted the five treasures into a sword-raising gourd.
Sword gourd, the base of the scarlet sword gourd is 'jianghu', which is homophonic to '江湖'. Chen Ping'an had already been drinking at that time, so naturally he fell in love at first sight, and he believed in Wei Bo's vision, so there was no reason not to accept it.
During several travels, Chen Ping'an has always been more concerned about raising sword gourds, and Jiang Fu's unique accent from his hometown has always been indistinguishable from lake to lake. In addition, Jiang Fu is a female sword fairy, who secretly protects me.
, is indeed more appropriate. It is estimated that Jiang Fu stopped outside Lizhu Cave and did not leave the Great Li Dynasty immediately. She kept hiding in the dark. When the situation became clear, she took the sword-raising gourd as a gift and found a
The way to do this is to let the Song family of Dali or Cui Chan, the national master, use the hands of the tiger Wei Bo to give it to Chen Ping'an without leaving any trace. The sword-raising gourd is neither too expensive nor too shabby, but just right."
The old blind man nodded, "It's all a calculation. The frog at the bottom of the well jumps out of the well. It's not easy for Chen Ping'an to get to this point and straighten out the mess."
Thinking of something, the old blind man warned: "It is natural to pay back debts. Ning Yatou, don't forget that you made a promise to the Dragon-Slaying Platform at the foot of a certain statue in the Immortal Tomb. If you have money, you can
Pay it off as soon as possible, don’t delay.”
Ning Yao nodded and said: "I've always been interested in it. When I go back this time, I will settle the matter."
The old blind man rubbed his chin, "What an unintentional 'Bodhisattva nods'. The mud-legged boy has obviously never been to school for a day. It seems that at critical moments, there are always some words of blessing to the soul that can teach others unexpectedly."
Ning Yao said: "I heard Chen Ping'an say that it seems that the Buddhist Lamp Record records a question and an answer. If you use one sentence wisely, it will fall into place."
The old blind man asked: "Do you still remember the first meeting with Zhao Yao?"
Ning Yao nodded and said: "At that time, I mistakenly thought that the schoolboy standing next to Mr. Qi was just a young man who couldn't keep his mouth shut. When Zhao Yao later obtained a quarter of Bai Ye's fairy sword 'Taibai', I
I know that he was actually a sword cultivator before he left his hometown, so what he said unintentionally and blurted out at that time downstairs of the archway may have some kind of pull with my natal flying sword?"
The old blind man said happily: "The truth is more complicated than this. Chen Pingan has such a good mind, why didn't he say a few words to you?"
Ning Yao shook his head and said with a smile: "Chen Ping'an doesn't care to talk more about this martial nephew."
The old blind man said: "According to the calculation of a certain hidden line and someone's mountain, you were supposed to have more intersections with Sword Cultivator Zhao Yao in Lizhu Cave. If you can really come together, it belongs to Sword Qi
The Great Wall can also hold its nose, and it is a match made in heaven that is barely acceptable. You need to know that one of the biggest opportunities in the town's five pillars is that Zhao Yao's five elements belong to wood, which is to "put the finishing touch" on a certain paperweight, and you open one of your natal
The way to fly a sword is to 'open your eyes'. If it hadn't been for Chen Ping'an's appearance, the foreigner who went to the Great Wall of Sword Qi in the future to make contributions might have been Zhao Yao who first went to an overseas island to learn swordsmanship from Bai Ye? Criminal Officer Hao Suhui
He came out of seclusion and assumed a role similar to that of junior brother Chen Ping'an, helping Zhao Yao gain a foothold there."
Ning Yao's eyes were firm and he said in a calm tone: "No matter how clever you make this arrangement, you have to ask me, Ning Yao, whether I agree or not."
On the night boat, Xing Guan Hao Su, because he felt that he owed Yin Guan a huge favor, did take the initiative to tell Chen Pingan an extremely shocking inside story.
The old blind man smiled and said: "Why, if you don't like Zhao Yao the first time you see him, do you like Chen Pingan the first time you see him? Without Chen Pingan's intervention, how can we guarantee that we will not fall into conflict with Zhao Yao?"
Will they collide and become a happy couple?"
Ning Yao said with a dark face: "It's a bit disgusting."
If someone heard this, Zhao Yao would just wait until he couldn't eat it and walk away.
Thinking about it this way, she found it interesting.
The old blind man laughed heartily. It was rare for anyone other than his disciple Li Huai to feel so happy.
Ning Yao said: "Back in Mu Bottle Alley, before Chen Pingan practiced boxing, he did a lot of things that only he can do today, and said things that only he dared to say. I believe him!"
Although with Chen Pingan, with Aunt Bai, and even with good friends like Die Zhang, Ning Yao has always refused to admit to anyone, that is, who likes whom first between her and Chen Pingan, but Ning Yao
When Yao knew about this, she really started to care about it. It was true that she liked Chen Pingan earlier, but Chen Pingan, who was obsessed with love between men and women, came to his senses later?
The old blind man scratched his head with sparse hair and said, "Who told me that people who practice Taoism stay away from the world of mortals and live in seclusion in the mountains, where love and hate come together, and distracting thoughts abound, and the Taoist heart will soon retreat."
Ning Yao was noncommittal.
The old blind man said: "Girl Ning, let me tell you something that you may not like to hear. It is impossible for Chen Ping'an to catch up with Cao Ci in martial arts."
Ning Yao said: "It is indeed extremely difficult to catch up with Cao Ci in martial arts, and the possibility is slim."
But Ning Yao quickly added, "There is one year difference between childhood and old age."
The old blind man couldn't help laughing, "Isn't this reason a bit lame?"
Ning Yao smiled and said: "In the wine shop, I don't know how many swordsmen there are, but I think what the second shopkeeper said is very reasonable, and he is really conscientious."
Every alcoholic sword cultivator who drank in that small wine shop felt that these comforting words touched their hearts.
It suddenly dawned on each of them that our swordsmanship was no match for that of a fool, so we set off together, and Dong San paid attention to them, just because we were still young.
Xie Gou said that he would stay here for a few more days, so Ning Yao traveled far away with his sword alone. The light of his sword passed by the gate of the Great Wall without sword energy and the upside-down mountain, and returned to Haoran.
The old blind man clasped his hands behind his back and walked back to the house. Xie Gou rubbed his mink hat and said: "I have been thinking about it these days. I have spent so much time on it, but I still can't figure out which sword path I should take. You
Do you have any good suggestions?”
The old blind man said: "You asked the wrong person. I am not a swordsman. If Chen Qingdu is still here, you can ask him."
Xie Gou began to shake, wave his sleeves, and mutter something. The old blind man couldn't help but ask: "What are you doing?"
Xie Gou said seriously: "In the Haoran market, we often see such dancing tricks to summon spirits. Sometimes they work."
The old blind man said angrily: "What's wrong."
Xie Gou made a fuss, but found it boring. He followed the old blind man into the hall of the hut. He found a bench and lay down on it. He used his mink hat as a pillow, crossed his legs, and swung one foot lightly, lazily.
Said: "Zhici, I feel very pitiful for you."
For the first time, the old blind man did not refute anything. Instead, he nodded and said: "Thank you."
Xie Gou roared, "I thought you were going to get angry and drive people away, so I was ready to pack up and get out."
The old blind man thought to himself and said: "Practice comes and goes, and what you seek is nothing more than the bottom of the boat and the top of the mountain. But if you stop here, it will not be surprising."
Xie Gou asked: "Then what do you think you should do if you are already in the fourteenth realm to be truly strange?"
The old blind man murmured: "One person builds a bridge and builds a road, while thousands of people walk behind."
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Outside the small temple, the "old man" who cherished writing squatted at the door and burned baskets of waste paper. All the ashes were piled in the brazier.
Yu Shiwu, who had already remembered his "predecessor", asked curiously: "Have you ever traveled to the blessed land of white paper?"
Chen Ping'an shook his head and said: "I've always wanted to go. When I returned to Haoran, I was busy with my family affairs and never had the chance. Now that I have some free time, I can become a hands-off shopkeeper again. I will definitely go and see it during my trip to the Middle-earth Divine Continent."
Yu Shiwu frowned, "When can I return to my true appearance?"
Chen Pingan joked: "Too small?"
It's a pity that Yu Shiwu failed to understand the meaning of the pun, "It's okay if I don't remember it. I'm a little uncomfortable now that I've recovered my memory."
Chen Pingan just said something that was thousands of miles away from the topic, "It's almost dawn."
Then they can wake up from their dreams.
When they wake up one by one, they will still retain most of their dream memories. The overlap of their memories in each life is actually the continuous superposition of seven emotions and six desires. Previously, they looked at each other in the deep and hierarchical Ma Mansion in the courtyard.
A person, limited by his or her identity and vision, may be deep or shallow, and may have deep pockets. To one person, he or she will be flattering and talk sweetly, but to others, he or she will be mean. He or she may hide a knife in his smile. He may act like an insidious villain, doing one thing to his face and another behind his back.
There are also jealous jealous people, shrewish and arrogant women... Maybe due to their respective identities and circumstances, it was difficult for them to truly recognize the true thoughts of the people around them or even the person next to them, but when they fell asleep,
, all the subtleties of the human heart, personality traits, things that I didn’t dare to think or do before, words that I didn’t dare to say that were not suitable to be said, have a place to use them completely, and the final result is the darkness of all human nature.
On the private side, I have been shaken out by "dreams" one after another. There is nothing new under the sun.
Chen Pingan began to set up a completely reversed status system for the members of the Ma family and outsiders in the family. The maids and servants in the family became the masters of the family. The pampered Ma family children in the family, those groups
The high-status Qi practitioners, as well as the warriors who protected the harvest during droughts and floods, and spent extravagantly, were all reduced to humble servants. The plan gradually brought them together in a certain story, with their respective joys and sorrows, entanglements of love and hate, life and death, honor and disgrace,
They gathered one after another. It was like closing a net to catch fish, driving all the fish in rivers, lakes, streams, ditches, and mountain pools into a big net. The fantasy world of each background is a "book" of different thicknesses.
, then the gods on the mountain, emperors and generals, dignitaries, warriors, traffickers, aunts, and six wives in different stories are all compressed into a book, so that they can get along day and night, and finally at a certain moment
When they wake up from the dream, they look at each other and look at each other.
Chen Pingan said: "Someone said that the degree to which we perceive the reality of the world largely comes from the depth of memory."
Yu Shiwu asked: "Who is this 'someone'?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "It's far away in the horizon but so close in front of you."
Yu Shiwu curiously asked a key question, "To support the operation of these dreams, we also need to ensure that we can deceive others. Not only does it take a lot of energy and energy, but it also takes a lot of spiritual energy and fairy money, right?"
Chen Ping'an gave a profound answer, "It's easy to say, anyway, the wealth will not flow to outsiders."
Yu Shiwu asked doubtfully: "What benefit will it bring to your practice if you spend a lot of time?"
Chen Ping'an said: "It takes their thoughts, thoughts, words, subtle expressions, changes in eyes, behavior trajectories involved and driven by events, and finally put into action to make these fantasy worlds more fulfilling and make a small
Thousands of worlds become more real.”
"The Awakening Masters say that all things come from the mind, and all things arise from the mind. No wonder you mentioned seeds and incense for no reason at the inn on the HD Road earlier. It turned out to be a foreshadowing. At that time, I thought you were trying to be mysterious and show off.
His knowledge is overwhelming."
"The people in the Ma Mansion who were pulled into the illusion world by me are different from the 'local people'. The former's words and deeds are independent, not arranged, established and stereotyped. They just provide everyone with their own words and deeds.
An invisible clay tablet carved with words. As for the final life story, they are all walking on certain inherent roads...passers-by. Later, they will each pave new roads. And these roads...
…Just like the trees here, people in the past planted them and people in the future can enjoy the shade.”
"Why are you willing to tell me the truth?"
"Because you and the Mafu people are different. They are both the kind of people who never leave once they come."
There is Savage Xiao Xing in front of him, Ma Mansion Cook behind him, Yu Shiwu is the third one in front of him, each has its own use.
Yu Shiwu asked: "You are so sure to trap me? Detain me here from beginning to end? Are you not afraid of accountability from Zhenwu Mountain, nor are you afraid of criticism from the Confucian Temple?"
Chen Ping'an twitched the corner of his mouth and said sarcastically: "Why do smart people deliberately say stupid things? I don't believe you will accept your fate."
The last time I met a similar character was the black-clothed scholar who was beheaded by Little Heavenly Lord Yang Ningxing in the Ghost Valley.
Yu Shiwu fell silent, obviously still having questions, but he didn't ask.
Chen Ping'an took the initiative to give a vague answer, "A certain being whose true name and identity cannot be revealed for the time being was previously a blessing to me in Tongyezhou, so I was willing to risk the disapproval of the world and first
I'll repay you with half a fist."
Yu Shiwu asked: "What can I do?"
Chen Ping'an gave a more vague answer, "Here, you few, are the future roads and rivers, tree shades and ferries."
Yu Shiwu asked tentatively: "Coming to the house with Ma and his wife to take revenge is just a way for you to hide the truth?"
Chen Pingan slowly turned his head and glanced at Yu Shiwu coldly.
For the rest of the time, Wu was as silent as a cicada. A Qi practitioner in the upper five realms who had achieved great success in cultivation and had an almost perfect Taoist heart felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
Using Ma Che and the ghost scholar Guan Peep as an introduction, Chen Ping'an, as the "God", began to officially intervene in the story trends in these fantasy realms.
As night fell, the old woman got up and opened the door. Chun Wen, a maid in green wearing a white horned crown, looked coldly at the traveler who knocked on the door, looking like a heroic man with a big beard and a sword.
As the most tenacious person among the maids around Ma Yuemei, the ranger said straight to the point: "Smug self-righteousness is a double-edged sword."
Chun Wen sneered, "Is this all Chen Jianxian's ability is?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "I still read too little and my vision is too narrow."
Chun Wen said in a cold voice: "Admit it, you must admit it. In terms of knowledge, I am just a servant girl in Ma Mansion, with a humble status. Of course, I am not as knowledgeable as a disciple of a saint with extraordinary talents, and I dare not talk to a young hermit. On par with officials."
The light of the sword suddenly flashed, and the woman's neck felt cold, and her head was raised high. She could only hear the man's words in her ears: "Since I have been holding grudges for a long time, I always hate that I have a bad background. Since I was a child, I firmly believe that people have their own destiny." Aspirations to reach the sky cannot be achieved without luck. On the road of life, you must first meet noble people before you can achieve success. Then I will give you some insights and experiences that you can't even dream of, and let you see your other destiny. Look back. You can see for yourself whether this theory makes sense."
Shen Ke, who was surrounded and hunted by hundreds of thousands of "Shen Ke" throughout the capital, has fallen into the dangerous situation of being eaten by ants and elephants. Since the capital city is folded up like paper, the space for maneuvering is limited, and the geographical location is becoming increasingly difficult. The more and more cramped the old master, who was already at the bottleneck of the golden body realm, simply killed people until he vomited. After the killing, Shen Ke simply relied on his body instinct to survive.
Taking the position where he stood as the center of the circle, corpses were everywhere, blood was flowing, and broken limbs could be seen everywhere. The killing turned a river outside the palace into bright red. Fortunately, because those crazy "Shen Ke" were all unarmed, they could not Chen Ke, who was well versed in martial arts, was still forced to cut a bloody path by him. While killing people, he had to save himself because Shen Ke had to find someone. Just because Chen Jianxian said before he left that it was an unstoppable path, he gave him to him. Shen Ke left a glimmer of hope and told him the answer to the problem. As long as he found the only person in the capital who was not "Shen Ke" and killed this person, Shen Ke could escape from the predicament and see the light of day again. But if Shen Ke lost strength in the middle of the journey and was beaten to death. He had to start all over again. It was this hope and thought that Shen Ke relied on to support him from wandering around, in the streets and alleys of the capital, and the wealthy and shabby alleys. Government shops, brothels, dark kilns, and even people squatting in latrines, Shen Ji wanted to see each other's face, fearing that they would pass by each other and miss a glimmer of life. In the end, I don't know how long it had passed, and I was scarred. The old master arrived at a magnificent courtyard, surrounded by auspicious clouds and see-through travertine. Under a golden canopy that was propped up high and fluttering in the wind, there was a woman in yellow clothes that looked like the one in the palace.
There seems to be suspicion of Si Chen.
When Shen Ke saw that woman's appearance, it finally no longer looked like his own. He was filled with sadness and joy for a moment, and almost burst into tears. He had found it, he had finally found the rightful owner!
As for that woman's face, she vaguely remembers the appearance of "Chun Wen", the maid of Ma Mansion. She had taught her how to use swordsmanship in the early years. How could Shen Ke bother to care about this?
Shen Ke lost the broken saber with the curled blade in his hand, looked around, and almost roared in a hoarse cry: "Chen Jianxian, I found it, I found it!"
The empress, who was about thirty years old, said sternly: "Rebellious ministers and traitors, relying on martial arts, dare to commit rebellion, and they will be captured without restraint, and they will be killed at the neck!"
Shen Ke was stunned, and almost couldn't help but hold the knife again and chop off this woman with one knife. The old man endured the severe pain in his body and raised his hand to wipe the blood on his face. He didn't feel anything when he was tense before. I relaxed a little for a while, but my liver and gallbladder were trembling with pain. At this moment, from behind the exquisite canopy, a thin old man wearing a green robe walked out. He had a long snow-white beard like a stage actor's, hanging straight down. Like a waterfall hanging on a high cliff, it has the appearance of a fairy.
Shen Ke was so surprised that he burst into tears all of a sudden. He staggered forward a few steps and said, "Chen Jianxian, as agreed..."
The "old fairy" stroked his beard and smiled: "Why should you take your lies seriously?"
I saw that the "old god" who was respectfully called the national master by the empress clearly wanted to deny it. In an instant, with a wave of his sleeve, a long knife on the ground poked a hole in Shen Ke's chest.
Shen Ke fell to the ground and refused to close his eyes. The next moment, he returned to the white jade bridge outside the palace. Shen Ke stood up again, and countless Shen Kes swarmed in from all directions again.
Shen Ke was dumbfounded and speechless. Countless years of ghosts beating the wall, lingering in this cage, finally saw a glimmer of light, but in the end it was a scam?
She didn't even have the energy to curse a few times. Shen Ke closed his eyes. He was really convinced by that bitch and stood there, waiting to be killed.
In the courtyard, Empress Ma, who had been in power behind the curtain for many years and then usurped the throne, suddenly had a headache. She stretched out her hand to press her forehead, and memories flooded in, as if her head had been cut open.
The old man smiled and said: "When you were twelve years old, I gave you a destiny. I remember telling you at that time that fame, fortune, wealth and splendor are all external things. It is a pity that when the world sees these, they risk their lives to seek them. Once you get it, it will turn out to be useless."
"Of course you didn't believe it at that time. Now that you have become a female emperor that you never dreamed of, how will it feel like here? If you had the chance to start over, would you still agree to be drafted into the palace, or would you follow the wandering Taoist priest? Practicing the immortal method of pure heart and asceticism on the mountain? Or make a private life with the requester, run away from home, make a home all over the world, travel around the world, and do justice? Or be an ordinary person with a stable life, and open the door every day? Firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea?”
"Yes, once you have been an emperor, you want to live forever. This is human nature."
"Those who practice Taoism can see the real person, and they can see the real person. The first "obtaining" depends on luck, and the last "obtaining" depends on oneself."
The same four words, the word "De", have two pronunciations, "get" is de, and "de is how" is de.
The old god smiled and said: "How many idiots can't see through it, but life is like water under ice."
When this immortal old god said his last words, for a moment, the woman seemed to see the bright moon rising on the sea in the distance, as if it suddenly jumped out of the water, shining on everything in the world like a vast expanse of glass, with crows sleeping on high branches and sleeping in the shallows. The heron was silent.
In a certain place, on the official road outside the city, a well-equipped cavalry army went on a killing spree in broad daylight. None of the members of the martial arts school survived. The death was very tragic. Most of the dead were old Jianghu who were used to being escorts. , the result was that they were killed in an instant, with no way to fight back. Many of the corpses had holes where arrows had been pulled out. It is estimated that the officials in the government were busy. Regarding this matter, how to report it, and how to report it, was enough for the prefect. Feeling anxious and in great trouble. In the broad daylight, on the ghostly and gloomy road, "Machuan" stared blankly at himself lying in a pool of blood. The crotch of the body had been bruised by an iron gun. On the side, "Ma Bi" looked at the dead man with messy buns and a broken arm. The brothers came back to their senses for a long time and looked at each other, not knowing where to go. Remember the book said that when a person dies, there will be black and white or impermanence. It was a bull-headed horse-faced person who came to detain the soul, took it to the gate of hell, walked on the road to hell, and drank Meng Po soup. I don't know whether it is true or not.
At this moment, Yinhun Ma Chuan took the lead in spotting a young man dressed as a Taoist priest. He slowly walked around a horse that was lingering in the same place. The Taoist priest looked at him. The Taoist priest seemed not panicked about seeing a ghost.
He kept walking and kicked away a knife on the road with his toes. Seeing this, Ma Chuan couldn't help but ask: "Are you a ghost too?"
The young Taoist priest sneered and said with an indifferent expression: "Unlike you, I am a living person, but I have only practiced a little bit of the Taoism of the Immortal family, so I can see you lonely ghosts passing by."
Ma Bi clenched his hands into fists and said with grief and anger: "Since the Taoist priest is an expert from the Xian family, why didn't he come to save us when he passed by?!"
The wandering Taoist priest smiled and said: "Then I, the poor Taoist, will admit your mistake, make amends with your brothers, and sincerely apologize?"
I saw the Taoist priest slapped his head, and actually started to pretend to apologize.
Ma Bi was furious, with a faint black smoke lingering all over his body, and his eyes couldn't help but become fierce. He was about to rush up to fight with the hard-hearted Taoist priest, but Ma Chuan reached out and grabbed his arm hard. The Taoist priest was not afraid at all when he saw this scene.
Instead, he said sarcastically: "The heaven and the earth are divided into yin and yang, and humans and ghosts are on each side. If the two meet by chance, according to the old saying, it is a collision, which is more taboo. The reason why Pindao appeared here is because he just had a wet eye.
These talisman water, converted into market value, are worth several taels of silver, so I can open my eyes to see you and other ghosts in the underworld. This is to prevent evil ghosts from causing trouble. If you are too obsessed with it, you will not hesitate to violate the forbidden world, so I will kill you now.
There will be a moral virtue attached to you."
Ma Chuan said tremblingly: "It can be seen that Taoist Master is not such a person."
The young Taoist asked with a smile: "You want to become what I call a fierce ghost so that you can take revenge on these murderous people who have taken human life seriously? Then I am going to pour a bucket of cold water on your head. Believe it or not, you guys from Lian Fucheng are here."
Can't even get in through the city gate? By luck, you slipped into the city gate and bypassed the patrol team of day and night wandering gods in the City God's Temple. When you finally saw the door gods posted at their door, believe it or not, you were directly attacked by those impartial door gods.
, as filthy and dirty things, I will beat you to death on the spot."
When mentioning the group of bandits, Ma Chuan gritted his teeth and said, "Taoist Master, as long as we can avenge those beasts, our brothers are willing to pay any price!"
Ma Bi's face was distorted and he said with a ferocious expression: "They are no better than animals. We must skin them and cramp them, eat their flesh and drink their blood!"
The Taoist priest looked playful and said slowly: "The reason why you didn't save me before was because you brought this disaster on yourselves. It's hard for gods to save people who want to die. If I save you today, I won't say that you will still be dead and a stranger tomorrow.
If you are a poor Taoist, why bother to live in the world of mortals? If you don’t kill you to gain some virtue, you are already a poor Taoist..."
The brothers saw the Taoist priest raising one palm in front of him and silently reciting the words "Blessings and Longevity to the Heavenly Lord."
After that, as the two brothers knelt and knelt and begged, the Taoist priest pieced together the corpses of those who had died violently and buried them hastily.
The Taoist priest took the two ghosts and followed the horse's hooves on the cavalry's path.
The Taoist priest who carries the sword is indeed an expert in the world. He is not out of breath but does not blush. He walks as fast as flying and is faster than a galloping horse. The Ma brothers are glad that they are ghosts and can still follow the stranger who claims to have gone down the mountain to experience the world of mortals. The Taoist priest stopped during this period.
I took a break, took out the dry food from the package, took off the wine gourd from my waist, and sat on the roadside to drink. I served peanuts and pickles as food and drinks. The dry food was hard to swallow, so I took a sip of wine to moisten my throat...
The impatient Ma Bi urged the Taoist priest several times to finish his meal quickly and go on his way, but the Taoist priest was very leisurely. He only said that if you eat wine and not eat vegetables, you will get drunk quickly, a living person will not be brave, and his strength will be in vain... The words of the Taoist priest
For a moment, Ma Bi did not notice that his brother beside him looked at him, as if he had remembered something, and felt a little strange. Ma Chuan shook his head secretly, forgetting some things.
"In the trough, the pigs will fight against the pigs, and the dogs will bite the dogs if the spoils are not divided evenly."
The Taoist priest took care of himself, had enough to eat and drink, packed his parcel and slung it across his body, patted his belly gently, and asked with a smile: "Ghosts in the underworld are like humans, people in the upper world are like ghosts, horses and rivers, horses and bis, what do you think of this world?"
, or not weird?”
The two brothers were sad and silent.
The Taoist priest smiled and said: "Anyway, idle time is idle. It is better to teach people to fish than to teach them how to fish. I will teach you a technique suitable for cultivating ghosts. I will teach you a technique suitable for cultivating ghosts. I have other things to do, so I can't stay with you all the time."
Hang out.”
"But we have agreed in advance that you only have the chance to kill one person each in this revenge. Before you decide who to kill, you can find them one by one with the help of Pindao, understand their family background, and finally discuss the matter.
Pick someone to kill. During this period, if you dare to violate the agreement, I will have my own means to make you laugh at all costs."
"Whether it succeeds or fails, I will give you a sentence."
Ma Chuan clasped his fists and said, "The Taoist has been so kind and kind, how can we repay him?"
The Taoist priest smiled and said: "There is no need to repay you. Just remember that when you kill your enemies, you must not be soft-hearted."
Since the Taoist priests had a meal on the way, and they had to carefully bypass various ancestral temples, academies and Taoist temples along the way, and at the same time, the Taoist priests also had to teach them an immortal magic technique, the trip back and forth was greatly delayed.
Itinerary, when the brothers separated from the Taoist priest, and then used the magic to sneak into the city, they learned that the real culprits were two bastards from neighboring countries who had returned home a long time ago. Afterwards, they went through countless hardships and almost
This time, he was surrounded by dangers, he was in a desperate situation, and he almost died, but finally they found those two people.
Ma Chuan looked at Ma Chuan, and Ma Bi looked at Ma Bi.
They look at themselves.
Almost at the same time, they recovered all their memories.
When the daughter of the Zhao family named Qiu Yun was about to get married, the maid who was accompanying her to the wedding suddenly asked her a question with a smile.
"The identities of master and servant are swapped, and your former master, Ma Yuemei, has been your maid for many years. How does it feel?"
Shen was carved in the capital city of Yuxuan Kingdom and died again and again, like falling into reincarnation, spinning endlessly. The old man became more and more haggard, skinny as wood, and completely heartbroken.
When a strange phenomenon appeared in the world, everything was silent, and Shen Ke was completely unaware of it. Lonely ghosts and walking corpses were wandering alone in the deserted alleys of the capital.
I heard someone behind me laughing and saying, "If you want to get rich, why not ask me."
Shen Ke's body stiffened and his expression was numb. He turned around and saw the man in green shirt. After thinking about it for a while, he finally remembered the person in front of him. He seemed to be a swordsman. What was his last name?
The skinny old man had some light in his cloudy eyes and his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to ask something but couldn't.
The man smiled and asked: "I'll give you a physique equivalent to that of a martial artist, and I'll help you cheat. Let's see if you can get out of here?"
When Shen Ke heard the words, he was not at all happy. He just squatted down silently, leaning his back against the wall of the alley, holding his head in his hands. The heartbroken old man just started sobbing.
The man smiled and said: "You are so old, why are you still crying?"
Shen Ke raised his head a little, then raised one hand. The old man chewed up the finger with the ring on it bit by bit. His mouth was full of blood, his throat moved slightly, and he swallowed the flesh, bones, and bones together with the broken jade ring.
abdomen.
The man asked: "Is the regret medicine delicious?"
The old man shook his head.
In another fantasy world, Chen Ping'an stepped forward outside the small temple and took Yu Shiwu back to his old place. He returned to the prosperous water town. Walking on the bluestone road on the shore, there was a colorful boat in the river to pick up the bride.
, the bride carrying the phoenix crown and harem is heading towards the Fulu Bridge, which has a beautiful meaning.
They walked side by side slowly. In the courtyard of a high-rise house, there was a gorgeous red crape myrtle tree that was in bloom. Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Old things become fine. I wonder if it has seen several young people in the house turn gray."
Yu Shiwu asked: "I thought the flower was blooming at the wrong time earlier. Didn't you mean to hint that it was about to become a charm? Are you deliberately showing a flaw to people with discerning eyes?"
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Forget it."
The idle rich man walked towards me, holding a bird in a cage and whistling, apparently trying to catch some live food for the thrush in the cage. The young man saw a graceful young girl holding a flower basket, so he moved sideways
He took a step forward and blocked the girl's way. The girl went around and the young master deliberately took two more steps. The girl's eyes widened and she became angry. The young master quickly apologized with a playful smile and took the initiative to get out of the way... Yu Shiwu asked, is he a descendant of the Ma family?
Chen Pingan shook his head, it was just the market spirit. They came to the open-air drying place full of sauce jars, and soon there were busy waiters inside. They raised their heads and said, "Master Chen is here." Chen Pingan smiled.
He nodded, and immediately another familiar worker asked loudly, "Master Chen, how old is your son?" Chen Ping'an smiled and said nothing. "Young man" Yu Shiwu sighed, "This is all nonsense."
Yu Shiwu was like a spectator who had just seen countless colorful lanterns with riddles written on them on the 15th Lantern Festival, but failed to answer a few of the riddles. Now he could finally ask the person behind the questions for answers, "I passed by a border military building earlier.
What’s the purpose of naming the town Doufu Pass?”
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "According to the rules, riddles have different answers, and there may be codes but not codes. Generally, lantern riddles are not allowed to be revealed."
Yu Shiwu asked: "Just talking about the content related to lantern riddles, I roughly estimate that in the past two thousand years, there are no less than thousands of people who have glanced at it. I am very curious, very curious! Chen Pingan, where did you get so many
Can my knowledge be thrown into this dream world?"
If you want an accomplished "immortal" to walk in the world for thousands of years without noticing anything is wrong, how much effort and knowledge do you need?
"At first glance, it sounds like a question that only a layman would ask."
Chen Pingan shook his head, and then asked: "Have you ever heard of overnight sailing? Do you know that there is an entry city up there?"
Yu Shiwu shook his head and said: "I never like to ask about these things. We are very poor and know very little about things on the mountain and down the mountain. Is this a family that doesn't know its family, and a monk who doesn't know its home? Of course it can't be compared with you who travel far away all the year round. You
The mountain owner is used to asking for directions when going out, and asking about customs when visiting the countryside..."
Speaking of this, Yu Shiwu looked a little self-deprecating. When it comes to travel experience, in the past two thousand years, how have I seen so few scenery and people, and how many have I remembered?
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "The mountains are big and the trees are tall, and the wells are deep and the water is cool. Fellow Daoist Yu, you don't need to compare this with me. Each one has its own strengths and weaknesses."
In fact, Chen Ping'an now has twelve extradition charms in his hand. As long as he sacrifices one at the coastal boundary, he can help him board the night ship.
Chen Ping'an said: "Just talking about lantern riddles, it couldn't be simpler. You only need to have dozens of lantern riddle collections on hand, just copy them and copy them. Such books are not expensive. How many taels of silver did you spend?"
Chen Pingan continued to explain: "Of course, it is really difficult to make everything you see and hear reasonable. So I have already prepared hundreds of categories, large and small, and a total of nearly a thousand categories that have been extended accordingly.
Tens of thousands of 'paper notes' are the kind of notes that people who like to read like to put in the pages of books to build and enrich this false world. This is to prevent a spiritual person like you from entering it and thinking it's fake at first glance.
"
"Back to the topic, there is an old saying that the rich celebrate the New Year and the poor pass the test. So I thought the name Tofu Pass sounded more interesting, that's all."
Yu Shiwu held it in for a long time, "Did Xiuhu teach you a secret to 'scholarship'?"
In the wealthy family at the foot of the mountain, there are secrets to reading and writing, which are often secrets that are never revealed to others.
Chen Pingan curled his lips, "He doesn't teach this. He doesn't even bother to do it."
Yu Shiwu suddenly asked: "What if I catch a person and ask him hundreds of questions face to face?"
Chen Ping'an couldn't help laughing, and extended his thumb to Yu Shiwu, "Then you really stopped me from asking questions."
Yu Shiwu hesitated for a moment, "One day, even if that person is questioned by someone, will his answer be perfect?"
Chen Ping'an didn't answer the question, "Let's go to another place and have a look?"
Yu Shiwu said helplessly: "I have the final say?"
It's like changing scenery while visiting a famous garden. Where the two of them stopped, the streams in the mountains were cheerful and noisy. When they merged into a river outside the mountains, they became silent. A woodcutter and a boatman met on the river, and one of them took out his home brew.
Drinking wine, one of them took out the freshly caught game in the mountains, and loudly spoke slang and folk proverbs, "You rely on the mountains to eat, you rely on the water to eat, you always rely on God to eat," the woodcutter raised his head and looked at the scorching sun, and said
The boatman said, "It's a good time. Money can't buy it. There's a drought on May 5th. This year's harvest will be good."
In the season when the flowers are bright and the willows are beautiful, dark clouds suddenly cover, a heavy rain comes and goes, and the ground is covered with fallen flowers. There is an old man whose family has fallen into decline and whose old age is miserable. He has a sallow face and thin muscles, a gray beard, and wears an old felt hat on his head.
Holding a white paper lantern that had been used for many years, he sent the traveling businessman's son to the door. All his remaining savings were given to the son who promised to do a big and profitable business.
The old man stood there and watched him go, until he could no longer see his back, and then turned around and returned to the house.
The young man who had promised the old man that he would chop off his hand if he gambled again went straight to a smoky gambling shop in the city.
A wealthy salt merchant in his sixties introduced his concubine to everyone and simply said, "This is my thief." The young woman holding the old man's arm smiled broadly. It turns out that "stealing" and "stealing" are synonymous with each other.
Concubine has the same pronunciation as this, which is better than saying "Madam".
It was freezing cold, and there was a military parade going on at the martial arts arena in Toufuguan. Yesterday, a powerful kid from the capital came here to attend the ceremony. As a result, the general who always lived a simple life and managed the army well,
I deliberately woke up the family son early in the morning and came here to parade with him. I stood with the general for a full hour. Poor family son was so cold that his nose bubbled up. When the military parade was finally over, the general was just
I took my son from the aristocratic family to "open a small stove". In fact, there was only a big bowl of white rice porridge on the table and pickled vegetables for the wowotou. But even so, the wealthy and well-accustomed kid still wolfed down his chopsticks like flying
, I feel like I have never been so full and comfortable in my life.
I visited three schools one after another, with different scenes. A master in a poor village school beat a naughty child with a ruler so that his hands were red and swollen. After school, the child did not dare to let his parents see him, otherwise he would definitely be beaten with a bamboo whip and stir-fried meat.
.In a school in a wealthy city, the master was so scolded by parents who cared about their children that they scolded them. As time went by, he no longer dared to behave himself. He just taught to earn some money to support his family. Why bother because of that?
Educating people while scolding them in vain means that they won't be able to get a meal from the county teachers, so the ruler has been gathering dust for many years. An old scholar was hired as a teacher in a private school from a scholarly family.
The child, who had just started school that day, was beaten badly. He cried and ran to his mother to complain. He was running in a panic on the road and fell down. A servant wanted to help the child, but he was stopped by a graceful woman.
When someone stopped her, she just asked the child to get up immediately. Instead of comforting her, she lectured her young son, "If you walk steadily, how can you fall?" The woman asked her son why he was crying, but the child said nothing.
, turned around and ran home to the school, and sat down obediently for class.
In the countryside, there are groups of children who go to the stream to touch snails, and when they return home, they use pangolin thorns to pick out the snail meat at the dinner table. There are also those who can taste mountain delicacies with just one bite. There are also those who picked snails.
The woman who sold the tea for money went to the market on the way, and her son and daughter, who were still in school, had brand new and neat clothes, shoes and socks the next day.
Yu Shiwu turned around and looked at Chen Ping'an.
I saw Chen Pingan smiling and looking gentle.
Yu Shiwu said to himself: "Those who are extravagant are not rich enough, and those who are frugal are poor and have more than enough."
There was no need to use magic at all. It was the magical power of Shuchi Mountains and Rivers. Yu Shiwu just followed Chen Ping'an, as if he had unfolded a landscape painting again. They came to a country house. It was snowing heavily outside. Several people were traveling together to stay overnight.
Here, we were chatting around the fire at night, with acquaintances, warm wine and talking freely, drinking cheap earthenware, but they were discussing how to persuade His Majesty the Emperor to "return the title". Outside the house, there were several servants and attendants who looked like book boys.
, there was a young man who was born with a stutter, and when he was chatting with others, his words were like goat eggs popping out one by one. Next to him was a slovenly man with unkempt hair, standing sideways and holding a broom, dozing off, with several books of Ganoderma lucidum tied around his waist.
A servant has Ganoderma lucidum hanging around his waist, which is obviously unconventional.
Chen Ping'an and Yu Shiwu "came" outside the house, pointed at the stuttering young man and the slovenly man, "Choose any one to talk to, and try to find out what the result is."
Yu Shiwu thought about it and shook his head.
Chen Pingan said: "Unless someone identifies it as an illusion from the beginning, as a person in the game, you will not ask whether it is true or false, let alone say nothing more than speculative words."
"Look at the world from the Dharma Realm."
Yu Shiwu whispered: "Like a dream, like an illusion, like bubbles, like shadows, like dew, like lightning."
Chen Pingan nodded lightly.
The handsome young man who stuttered seemed to have heard Yu Shiwu's high-pitched words. Suddenly his eyes lit up and he began to sing a poem similar to Qingci. It was a typical Taoist language. The young man didn't stutter at all, and his voice was as clear as a jade chime.
, "Ordinary people do not believe in immortals, and they do not know that their heads hang in the sky. It is said that earthly immortals can ascend to the sky, and live forever for thousands of years. When young people heard this, they all laughed and fell to the ground without wings. It is rare to live in the world for a hundred years...City
When meeting a strange person, we join hands to look at the world, and we see life and death everywhere, following them like shadows, and life and death in a circle. When we see this, we are frightened, and we are frightened and frightened... After practicing the righteous Dharma for three to five years, the sky, the earth, the sun and the moon are as soft as cotton.
.Once the empty space was broken by chewing, I realized that there are more mysterious things. I no longer had any doubts in my heart, so I went to the market to teach the Dharma to the young man, and sang with him again, asking you to listen. It turns out that there are gods in the world! It turns out that there are gods in the world!
, there are really happy gods..."
Yu Shiwu burst into laughter.
Chen Pingan suddenly said: "Of course that gambler will lose everything. When he left the gambling stall, he was walking down the street in despair. When he saw a scene, he relied on instinct and without thinking about anything, he saved a man who was almost hit by a carriage.
The child was saved, but he himself died."
"The son of an aristocratic family who believed that pickled vegetables and wowotou were the delicacies of the world, later generously sacrificed his life at a young age and died on the battlefield."
"The salt merchant Mrs. Ru, who was nicknamed the thief, couldn't bear her loneliness. She first had an affair with a young groom at home, and then had a private meeting with an actor who was invited to sing at home. She wanted to take away gold and silver and run away with him, but she didn't know how.
Trade-off.”
"Those parents who are reluctant to let their children get punished because they don't study much will probably not know what a ruler is when their children grow up and go to school."
Yu Shiwu patiently listened to the follow-up stories of more than a dozen different characters, some of which were unexpected, and some of which were reasonable. Yu Shiwu sighed for no reason, "Absorb, dismantle, fill, reshape, transform, and grow."
Chen Pingan's eyes showed admiration, "Fellow Daoist Yu finally talked about scratching the itch."
We walked away from the village hut together, chatting while walking, walked to the river, and walked along the bank. Yu Shiwu actually felt that such a trip was not bad.
It can be said that the creator of heaven and earth is ingenious, and the onlookers will have a different feeling in their hearts.
New people and events that have never been seen before are vividly visible in the eyes, and stories that have never been heard before are heard in the ears.
Yu Shiwu couldn't help but sigh again: "This trip has been fruitful and I am so grateful."
"Those who practice Taoism go down the mountain to practice, just like a dragon wandering around."
Chen Pingan held his sleeves with his hands, his thoughts drifting away, he came back to his senses, and lightly stamped his feet, "My senior brother Cui Chan rarely speaks... human words to me. But when we were chatting at the top of the city, he had
This truth is quite plain and simple. He said that a country where even local gangsters would subconsciously feel a little scared when they saw the former school teacher on the road is a country with real hope. There is hope that it can grow from weak to strong and have hope.
I hope you will get stronger from strength.”
There is heavy snow, white-clothed immortals riding deers and wading through the water, and both the people and the scenery have an ancient feel.
Taking a closer look, Yu Shiwu looked strange, and the immortal was actually himself.
Everything is silent, the sky and the earth are white as snow, hold your breath and concentrate, if you ask yourself, it seems that the voice of your heart is like thunder.
Yu Shiwu stopped and asked for no reason, "If everyone is willing to build bridges and build roads, is that true peace for all eternity?"
Chen Pingan replied: "I think it is true pure freedom, which everyone can freely transfer freedom."