Chen Ping'an just stood at the city wall in silence, as if he was waiting patiently for dawn.
Song Yunjian, who was named Jingning, was also happy to "use public and private". He looked at the scenery of the capital for a few more days and nights, and had no restrictions on the magical existence of Song Yunjian's pseudo-assault.
A group of guests came from the top of the city, and Song Yunjian bowed silently to him.
Chen Ping'an came back to his senses and asked with a smile: "Why is Your Majesty here?"
Emperor Song He said, "Come and see you."
Chen Ping'an quipped: "I'm afraid I'll give up?"
Song He reached out to stroke the city wall, his fingertips felt thick and a bit cool on the summer night. "I was afraid that Dali's tomorrow is full of uncertainty, but if the court had no Master Chen, it seemed that he would feel relaxed just by thinking this way. However, the two thoughts, and the former would win in the end. So I was happy to learn that Master Chen returned to the capital safely."
Cui Xuan was both the former national teacher of Dali and the gentleman of Emperor Song He. Song He knew Cui Xuan's personality very well. Chen Ping'an was the only successor and had no alternative. Then when Chen Ping'an did not become the National Master of Dali, the Dali Dynasty would be a dynasty with the same surname as the Song family in the Dali family. This kind of thing is indeed a big and small temptation.
Song Yunjian had a thought in his mind, if there was no Master Chen, this Emperor Dali would be said to have drunk poison to quench his thirst.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "This feeling is understandable. It's like when squatting in the toilet in the countryside, there was a group of people chatting outside the toilet."
Song He was stunned and laughed loudly. He had been in the village. However, Song Yunjian didn't quite understand the tacit understanding between the two in this matter.
Chen Ping'an explained: "From tonight, I will treat Your Majesty with sincerity in the sense of sincerity. Due to the previous situation, I must make more calculations and I can't make any mistakes at all."
Song He said: "Mr. Chen doesn't have to tell me the specific reasons. Song He doesn't care much about the things on the mountain and the things in the sky. What he cares most about is next year today. From the richest places to the most bitter and coldest areas, can each Dali people make more money? The markets in the north, temple fairs in the south, and streets in the southwest become more lively at the end of the year. Every year, the word "man" is opened, and follow the teacher to worship the tablets of the Supreme Saint and the Master, and can the children hanging statues become more? Can the military preparations of the Dali border army be improved to another level."
Chen Ping'an thought for a while and said, "Your Majesty and I can definitely see the future "Da Li" that the late emperor and Senior Brother Cui had imagined but had not yet achieved."
Song He said, "Mr. Chen, then I really believe it?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "In thirty years, we will definitely be the first."
Song He spread his arms and patted his hands on the wall, "Okay, then I can go back and have a stable sleep."
Chen Ping'an reached out and patted the emperor on the arm, joking, "I have two sons and one daughter at a young age. Thank you for your hard work."
Song He couldn't help laughing, "Then you should hold on tight too."
Song Yunjian felt a little moved. The so-called mutual agreement between the king and the minister in the book is, right?
I believe that over the past century, the view of the embroidered tiger in the eyes of several emperors of the Dali Song clan must have been extremely complicated in their hearts.
From the beginning of suspicion, firm belief, to surprise, excitement, to suspicion, jealousy, fear? Finally accepting one's fate, inspiring people?
Song He turned his head and said, "When I was with my husband, I didn't dare to say what I was thinking. I was afraid of saying the wrong thing, I was afraid of not being able to understand what my husband meant, and I was afraid of losing patience."
Speaking of this, with a brief pause, Song He laughed at himself: "It's not that he changed the national teacher and deliberately made close friends with Mr. Chen. If he did this, he would definitely only backfire."
Chen Ping'an nodded.
Song He put away his hands and rubbed them, and said, "Sir, I once had a question about the school entrance exam. What is the least change in the world in thousands of years?"
Chen Ping'an blurted out without thinking, "It's the human heart."
Song He said in a complicated mood: "I am indeed not as good as Mr. Chen to understand the embroidered tiger."
The temple on the mountain is just a distinction between the true self and the false self. The officialdom in the world seems to be constantly diminishing the self and enhancing the heart.
The real battlefield can be simply summarized as the words of life and death. It seems that everything is bigger than the word money.
Chen Ping'an said frankly, "Before today, Chen Ping'an might say a word about any decision of the National Master's Office, Your Majesty can suggest, object to, and reject it. At most, add one sentence, 'I am extremely sincere, and I see strategies in words and character in things. The National Master's Office welcomes Your Majesty's supervision'. In this way, it seems that he will give the initiative to Emperor Song He, but in fact there is a trap. Your Majesty is not the executor of the national policy after all. After two or three mistakes, Your Majesty will naturally feel guilty and eventually delegate power completely."
"This may be the optimal solution selected from a hundred and a thousand sentences derived from several meanings."
Chen Ping'an smiled and pointed to his brain, "You don't need to say such words."
"Now, of course, there will be such an opinion, but I will give priority to it as a candidate. I will consciously pause myself, think more, and deliberately make things difficult for myself."
The former is like the seven emotions and six desires revealed in a sea of clouds. It is a kind of accuracy that seems passionate and gentle, but in fact it cannot be considered. It is too correct and too transcendent.
The latter is like squatting somewhere, looking at a flower growing in a pool of mud, protecting it with both hands, and will stare at passers-by, angry, swear, or even get up to fight.
The truth of history is one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, the truth of history is one part, one part, one part, the truth of history is one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part,
Each of our current lives is like the soil of the earth, layer by layer, layer by layer, layer by layer.
Song He sighed: "It's true to your heart and sincerity, but that's it."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "That's still far away."
Song He suddenly asked, "Can the collapsed land temple on the old road in the village be repaired this year?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and nodded, "It's definitely possible."
If many people, things and things are forgotten by generations, they may be completely forgotten. For example, some dialects, some walking pavilions, such as the Chengfu Temple, which His Majesty the Emperor has been obsessed with.
Song Yunjian could see that His Majesty the Emperor cherished that rural life very much.
The Ten Great Dynasty of Haoran. Central Earth Shenzhou occupied five, the Chengguan Dynasty, the Daduan Cao clan, the Dashou Yin clan, the Xuanmi dynasty, and the Shaoyuan dynasty.
The Dali Song clan in Dongbao Pingzhou is the third place, and the Dayuan Lu clan in Beijuluzhou is the lowest place. In addition, there is one in Aiaizhou, Liuxiazhou and Nanposa.
Fuyaozhou, Jinjiazhou, and Tongyezhou, no powerful country can join this list for the time being.
This is like an invisible and extremely hidden battle for the great way.
Of course, the Dashou Yin clan must fall out of this list. Several dynasties including the Dayong Dynasty in the Middle Earth have the opportunity to fill the gap.
Cao Yi said that he wanted to go to Dali Ai Du and Qi Du to see. Lu Jun also got permission from the national teacher Yang Houjue to see more customs and customs in Dali, so the two princes hit it off and planned to walk south in a way that would go south. One was a pseudonym Cao Lu and the other was Lu Jun, who pretended to be Qu Shuai Liu?'s entourage, and then joined forces to leave the capital as soon as the sky was dawn.
As for whether they can leave their names in the world, or meet a few female heroes, and leave some stories about their beautiful and eroticism... Anyway, they are extremely confident.
Before "returning to the palace", Song He remembered something and asked, "Empress Yao Jinzhi, the Queen of Daquan?"
Song Yunjian laughed silently. As expected, the emperor is also a human being. It seems that he is also curious about these "unofficial histories"?
Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Although she is a woman, she is a good emperor."
Song He nodded.
Song He pointed to the distance and said, "I once stood here with my husband, looking at the Dadu in the middle that was about to join the dragon."
"Mr. said it may flood, affect both sides of the strait, and may dry up. Those who draw water to irrigate fertile fields will be desperate, but it may also have good weather and peace from now on."
Song He smiled. Perhaps in the eyes of his husband, including himself as a student, the civil and military officials of Dali were all children who had just read and read.
Chen Ping'an also thought of a "problem" of the eldest brother.
Junior brother, if you want to truly defeat Yu Dou, it is not just about swordsmanship and Taoism?
Chen Ping'an turned his head and looked at Song Yunjian. The latter understood and removed the sluts from the city. Chen Ping'an took a silent step back.
In the lights, people began to see the bright yellow and blue shirt on the top of the city.
I don’t know who recognized the new national teacher first on the road outside the city, and who called out His Majesty the Emperor. In the end, the lights were bright and winding, and everyone was shouting Dali, Dali!
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He had to work hard again, and used the transport technique of one method to understand all methods and sent Chen Ping'an directly to Jiling Peak.
I had made an appointment for this late-night snack to be hot pot, but when some people met, they thought that eating hot pot might not reflect the old chef's superb skills, so I would just make two side dishes.
There are indeed not many genealogical members in Luopo Mountain, but there are many small hills.
There were several tables placed in the old chef's yard, and the factions of the hilltop were truly placed on the table.
For example, Pei Qian, Nuanshu, and Xiaomili. They belong to the "bamboo house lineage". So even the mountain master's wife was pulled over by Xiaomili. Pei Qian also called for a long time to sit down together.
Since Ning Yao was sitting here, King Sun Chun, the candidate disciple, naturally had to follow him. Of course, Changming had to call his beloved disciple. In this way, it would be a big table.
Guo Zhujiu, Xie Gou, and the white-haired boy are in the family lineage with bamboo houses, especially Pei Qian, who competed for the limelight. Xiao Mo was also pulled over by Xie Gou to sit at a table.
Bai Xuan sat down at this table, which naturally had a profound meaning.
The leader Zhong Qian led Chen Lingjun, Zheng Dafeng, Wen Zaixie and other lazy guys, and they were playing with Guo Zhujiu and others on the table, but they had already started to yell to drink and eat meat.
What kind of decent thing is that it is not right! Are the soldiers I have brought with me all? Zhong Qian frowned slightly, raised her hand and pressed it twice, and Chen Lingjun and others immediately became quiet.
Qi Tingji and Lu Zhi sat alone at the table. They were both curious about what happened. They didn't know why the golden body martial artist with a toothpick in his mouth was so prestige.
It seems that the dining table is his temple, and it also seems that there is a natal flying sword called "Midnight Snack"?
The Taoist priest had already gone to bed and snoreeded like thunder. Wen Xiaoxi went to the house at the foot of the mountain and shouted twice, but failed to wake up Taoist priest. Wen Xiaoxi planned to let the old chef cook two more dishes. After the midnight snack, he would bring a food box to the Xianwei.
The old deaf child received a notice from Jiling Peak, but this man who moved away from the Bianjiantai to build a grass in Huaying Peak is now obsessed with preaching, saying that the time of Hai, when people are determined, and the time of Zi, which alternates day and night are two critical moments for the immortals' studies. He has to work hard on several Taoist teachings he taught. He is worried and has to stare at the group of children and the midnight snack.
Wei Bo sat on Zhong Qian's table. After all, Ning Yao's table was all women, and Qi Tingji's table was all sword immortals from the Dragon Elephant Sword Sect. Fortunately, Wei Bo left a place for Zhu Lian next to him.
There is also a table, the old scholar, Cui Dongshan, who is about to be promoted to Chief Zhou, Cao Qinglang, Deng Jianping, Ning Ji, and Zhao Shuxia. A vacant seat was left for the mountain master.
Chen Ping'an quickly walked into the yard. After sitting down, he looked at the gentleman beside him. The old scholar took the lead in picking up the chopsticks and grinned, "Start work!"
If it were any sect, let alone a monk fell out of the fourteenth realm, he would only say that there was a flying realm, ascending from the immortal, and jade pomegranate to the Nascent Soul realm. What would it be if the sky collapsed?
But in the yard of Jiling Peak, the girl with a sable hat sitting cross-legged with her boots was still "competitive". Her cheeks were bulging and she said vaguely that although I was not as much as the mountain master's fall, I started to fall from the Ascension Realm... The cheerful Lord Xie was speaking vigorously. Alliance Leader Guo got the eyes of a white-haired dog-legged deputy helm master and said he would kick it too.
Wen Xiaoxi was toasting Deputy Shanzhu Jiang at the next table, saying that his brothers don’t have to say much, I will mention one first, the friendship is all in the wine, so I will help you with more brothers in the future...
Ning Yao gave Pei Qian, Xiaomili and others a few of them to pick up food.
Wei Bo and the old chef picked up the wine glass, knocked it gently, and drank it all in one go.
After eating a chicken leg, Chen Lingjun stood up, held the glass in both hands, and said he would take a head, everyone would like toast Mr. Wen Sheng to Mr. Wen Sheng’s table, I will play around first, and you guys will follow.
Chen Ping'an glanced at the boy in green, and the latter immediately became timid. He never thought that the old scholar smiled and said, "Okay, okay, okay," but instead pulled up the closed disciples and said that he, the gentleman, had to take you mountain masters and toast you all first."
The old scholar stood there and asked Chen Ping'an softly, "Can you drink it?" Chen Ping'an smiled and said that he was just dealing with them, it doesn't matter whether he could drink it or not.
He burst into laughter. Except for Ning Yao's table, everyone was dissatisfied. Even Ning Ji was eager to try and planned to drink with his husband, but he was worried that this move was inappropriate, but he saw that Senior Brother Cao and Senior Brother Zhao had already stood up with the cup and were about to fight with him.
Pei Qian stood up with a smile. She didn't use a wine glass, but she poured a bowl of wine and picked up a pot of wine. Cao Qinglang saw that the opportunity was not good, so he immediately sat back to his original position and avoided the edge. Zhao Shuxia deliberately turned around and chatted with Deng Jianping beside him. For a moment, only Ning Ji was still standing stupidly, looking at the gentleman, waiting to drink.
What night is the bright moon and the sky’s heart.
Yun Zhongjun asked about swords and people in the aisle, grievances and fists, who did you ask about wine?
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The capital is the most powerful and wealthy official of the Dali Dynasty. Here, the most powerful officials and the richest people are here to pursue more power and wealth, and achieve their ambitions or ambitions. The rise and fall of power and the continuous flow of wealth are all day and night. The capital tonight is particularly obvious, and people with discerning eyes know that tomorrow after tonight, the officialdom of the Dali Dynasty will usher in a thrilling purge. Many officials whose butts seem to be glued to a chair in the government office, and their families, will lose their former glory. At the same time, many people who are already discouraged will only wait for the dawn, after the dawn meeting and the dawn meeting, they will also win the seats, reputation and power that they never dared to dream of in their daytime dreams.
The Yuan family in Yichixiang, the study of Yuan Chong, the head of the Shangzhu Kingdom surnamed who had been in charge of the Censorate for many years, ignored the peers of the family who were anxious like ants on a hot pan. The person involved, Yuan Chong only called Yuan Zuo, Xu Mi and his brother and sister, and invited a family "simultaneous generation" who had not seen for many years, the sword immortal Yuan Huajing.
The Wei family, not too far from the Yuan family's mansion, had been killed by sticks. The women were kneeling outside the ancestral hall, and they cried in a mess.
The Minister Dong Hu, sitting in a carriage in the darkness of night, entered the residence of Zhao's family in Tianshui through the side door, and met Zhao Duanjin, the Minister of Rites. During the day, officials from the Ministry of Rites and Honglu Temple had all been involved in the matter of Laoyinghu being blocked.
Not long ago, Changsun Mao, the "Heavenly Official" who was promoted from Honglu Temple to Tongzhengsi and was then transferred to the Minister of Personnel, left behind to thank the guests.
But in fact, the old man secretly called Guan Yiran, the doctor of the Ministry of Revenue Qing Lishu. The one who thanked the guests was his colleagues and outsiders. Guan Yiran was the younger generation who had grown up with his own eyes and had high hopes. What's more, the Dali officialdom, or the entire Baopingzhou, who don't know who, the Ministry of Personnel of the Dali Dynasty, belonged to the Guan family? Mr. Guan was so powerful, but the Dali Song clan had three emperors in succession, and they all agreed with the former national teacher Cui Feng.
The old man asked, "Yiran, do you think he is a good person?"
Guan Yiran smiled and said, "What do you mean by this?"
Changsun Mao then asked: "Can you be a good official who is both honest and practical, can leave a name in history, especially to make the people recognize it?"
Guan Yiran said: "Of course there is confidence. What is the result? I will look at it decades later. It is not just a matter of counting after I say it."
Changsun Mao was silent for a moment and said, "Tomorrow's small court meeting, I will and His Majesty and the National Master propose that you be transferred to the Ministry of Personnel."
Guan Yiran thought for a while and asked, "As soon ascend to heaven, can he become the Minister of the Republic of China?"
Changsun Mao smiled and scolded: "Boy! Even if you give a right minister, you may not be able to pass it. You will return it to the Secretary of the House! Why don't I take the official hat over and let you wear it to the Secretary of the House?"
It is quite difficult to directly promote to the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel. In fact, it is precisely the surname "Guan" that made Guan Yiran's promotion speed far inferior to the other two Dadu governors. There is an inside story that ordinary officials cannot understand. It is precisely that Mr. Guan had angered with the "top" back then, which made Guan Yiran deliberately fight for more... For more than ten years, the court also looked at the situation and felt it was OK. If it was promoted again, it would not work. Guan Yiran would be a middle-level official in Dali for the rest of his life. In addition, within more than ten years, Guan Yiran could be transferred to various ministries and experience, but he could not be placed in the Guan family's Ministry of Personnel. Otherwise, their many marriage families and disciples of Guan family would try their best to entrust Guan Yiran to continue to be promoted to help Guan Yiran solve all problems outside the Ministry of Personnel.
Changsun Mao also had his own plan. Assuming that Guan Yiran was promoted to Minister of Personnel, this matter would not work, he proposed that Guan Yiran leave Beijing and go to a local state to become a governor. The elderly have thought about any state, poor and remote, and the number of yellow household registrations is pitifully small, but the governor of a state is still a governor with an official position there, so Guan Yiran can enter the ranks of a country's border officials.
Guan Yiran smiled and said, "Being an official in the Ministry of Personnel is not an official, but a peacemaker who is both restricted and can be promoted while lying down. Grandpa Changsun, I'll go to Juzhou, the poorest and the youngest, and the bitter and cold land on the border."
Changsun Mao was both relieved and distressed, "Juzhou, that's too poor and white. Since ancient times, the people there have been tough customs, miasma, and the politics and religion have never been civilized..."
Guan Yiran reached out and brushed his hand over his head, and smiled and said, "But the official hat is as big as all the governors."
"Then do it like this. If you can't become a governor, don't come to me to cry and make trouble."
The old man nodded, remained silent for a moment, sighed: "When I was young, I could always see a master Qingtian who appeared like a cloud of mist. He gave those false and wrong cases to the point of being wronged, or a new top scholar who studied hard and had no experience in the officialdom and had no official experience. After being appreciated by the emperor, he could soon manage a place clearly and make everyone live and work in peace and contentment."
Guan Yiran smiled and said, "The novel is like the legend, how can we spectators feel that they are depressed and uneasy? It is first and second. Life is no longer easy, so why bother to find unhappiness in the book?"
Changsun Mao narrowed his eyes and looked at Guan Yiran, "The book is in the book, the world is in the world, and the pages are not turned. It depends entirely on personal preferences, but life is always there every day. So now, the young Master Chen is taking charge of the big ship Dali, do you think it is reasonable or appropriate?"
Guan Yiran smiled and said, "It is both reasonable and reasonable, and it ranks first in terms of emotion and reason."
The old man nodded, "It's good, it's good."
In the middle of the night, the Yichi Lane and streets outside the house would be noisy from time to time.
Yan Yongfeng, the Minister of Honglu Temple, is a short and sturdy head of the Zizhao Yan family, and is gnawing the iced watermelon with his brother Yan Jiaoran, with his leisurely intention.
There was also a lot of noise on Chier Street. In addition to the ordinary soldiers, horses, cavalrymen led by Hong Ji himself, there were also Yan Jiaoran who screened and promoted the monks in the army to be responsible for arresting people.
Most of the people who were taken out of the high-gate mansions were young and young and middle-aged people who were well-known on the ground of Dali Capital. Even so in the capital, they would only have more status when they were in the capital.
As for the people who were called home by the family from all over the capital at the same time, whether they were thrown directly to the Ministry of Justice for jail, or taken to Dali Temple to convict, or sent to the Censorate for trial, it depends on how much money they made in the digging of Dadu. Occasionally, there were the elderly and old Beijing officials who held real power and shouted loudly, saying the terms of the Dali Dynasty's laws and regulations, and whether they knew who he was.
Not only the streets and alleys where the powerful men of the Dali Dynasty were crowded, but also several yards were surrounded by soldiers, horses, cavalry and monks, and the army were joined by the monks, especially the lights were brightly lit.
The Minister of Revenue, known as the Minister of Revenue, Mu Yan and Mu, did not care about Chi Lane or Chier Street. He was born in an aristocratic family of ordinary families in the local area.
Mu Yan, who was nearly fifty years old, was a rare official who was extremely smart and had a sense of money and account numbers. Therefore, he was promoted from Mu Yan, the former left minister of the Ministry of Justice, to the Minister of Revenue, to replace Ma Yuan, and became a national and national minister.
Ma Yuan, the Minister of Justice, was wearing an official uniform tonight and visited the door in person. Looking at the pale and colorless Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, and Mu Yan, who was trembling with his children, Ma Yuan said calmly: "It is better for me to take you away personally than to be tied up by a soldier."
On the banks of the Changpu River, a small restaurant was not big or small. A fat man led a timid but curious girl to visit the main hall of his restaurant, the private room and the kitchen. Beside them, Cao Gengxin, who was hanging purple wine gourds on his waist, persuaded Miss Chen Xi to do something here. If Manager Wei dared to be so arrogant and was frivolous, he would throw Fat Wei to the prison of the Ministry of Justice and lose weight by 100 kilograms of fat... Fat Wei was so anxious that he stomped his feet. The floor of the corridor was trembling and said that he was a serious person. Miss Chen Xi, don't listen to Cao's servant... Brother Cao said nonsense...
The girl from the countryside squinted her eyes and smiled, but she wanted to stop talking, but she couldn't help but still asked Cao Gengxin curiously, "Brother Cao, are you the official who is as big as the magistrate of County Han?" Cao Gengxin sighed, proud, and patted the wine gourd and said, "Miss, you have a little bit of knowledge." The official hat on my head is so big. When the sesame magistrate Han, he had to tie his tongue when he saw me, he had to speak. I just glared and snorted, they would feel panicked, so Miss Chen Xi, please don't worry. Since we have recognized our righteous brothers and sisters, we are very confident when we go out to buy rouge and water powder, we are very confident and bargained with the shopkeepers and vendors...
The girl was confused, when did she recognize her righteous brother and sister...
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On Jiling Peak's mountain road to Jise Peak's Ancestor Hall, they walked together in groups of three or three. The clouds and mist were shrouded in a faint smell of alcohol.
The old scholar has returned to the Middle Earth Confucian Temple, and the affairs are heavy, because the two worlds will really fight head-on. According to the old scholar, not only did the Assassin already have the real fire, but the three leaders of the Confucian Temple have clearly stated that except for Fuyao, Tongye and Jinjia Continent, the other continents will continue to mobilize troops to the wilderness, ferries, equipment and other combat preparations. They will be mentioned to the maximum extent within half a year. Many immortal palaces and temples must contribute people and money and strength, without exception.
Wen Zaixi is not even a member of the genealogy of Luopo Mountain. He wanted to say goodbye to go down the mountain before, but was persuaded by Chen Ping'an and said together.
Zhong No. 1, holding a toothpick in his mouth, learned that he could participate in the discussions of the Ancestors' Hall and stopped hiccups.
Wei Bo suggested that he should be careful. At least half a year later, Luopo Mountain would open the mountain protection formation with both offense and defense.
Qi Tingji and Mi Yu were going to the wild world together to go to Guixu Ferry where Tianshi Zhao Tianlai and Fire Dragon were located.
Guo Du has handed over the map of the wild hinterland to Wen Sheng.
Chen Ping'an asked Xie Gou to call the old deaf child over and participate in the discussions of the ancestors' hall. The old deaf child was a little reluctant. The mountain master just gave orders. He just did this as a regular worshiper, but he couldn't interfere in the discussions.
After entering the Zushi Hall, tent incense one by one, and each took their seats. Chen Ping'an said straight to the point: "In the next hundred years, there will be more new ascensions and the fourteen realms, and the mountain will only be more chaotic. The grudges that have accumulated for many years will most likely erupt in a short period of time. For those who practice Taoism, this century will benefit from the divine rain falling on the earth, which will be a great year that has not been seen in ten thousand years. This is the case for those who practice Taoism to cultivate immortality, and the pure martial artists at the foot of the mountain will be as follows. There are all kinds of strange things, and by chance, they will only become more and more dazzling. The opportunities and gifts from the Dao Mountain will definitely be more and more. So next, those who should be retreated quickly, those who should be recuperated should be recuperated well, and those who should be broken quickly will break through the realm quickly. The opportunity must not be missed and will not come again."
"In addition to improving one's own Taoist power, accumulation and preaching, it will be the top priority. All the needs of the Ancestral Hall and all your disciples to practice Taoism, martial arts, heavenly treasures, gods and gods, spiritual weapons, and elixirs. Just talk to Wei Wenlong and our great accountant, and give them all or not. If you don't have it in the mountains, buy and borrow them. This is the case with the Luopo Mountain. Of course, the Dragon Elephant Sword Sect and the Qingping Sword Sect also follow this principle."
"Jiang Shangzhen was promoted to deputy mountain master, Xie Gou was appointed as chief entrusted, Gan Tang was appointed as second entrusted, Xiao Mo was still a general entrusted, after all, Xiao Mo would go to seclusion and practice in seclusion, which took a lot of time."
"Jiang Shangzhen will go to Shujianhu to take over the Zhenjing Sect. Does the name of the lower sect need to be changed? Is it changed directly to 'Shujianhu' as Cui Dongshan suggested? I will not discuss it tonight. Jiang Shangzhen only needs to make a decision and tell him about it at that time. In addition, do the new lower sect need to second the upper 5th realm, Jiang and Cui to discuss it privately with Qingping Sword Sect?"
"As for myself, I will definitely run two times in the near future. On one hand, I will go to the capital city to become the National Master of Dali, and on the other hand, I will rush back to the Fuyaolu Taoist Temple at night. Taking advantage of the opportunity to break and then stand up, I will watch the Taoist Taoist at the 'Taoist Ding'."
"Xiaomo and Xie Gou, before you go into seclusion, be sure to have a good chat with Gan Tang to see if you can help solve the conflict between the two flying swords."
The top combat power that can stay in the mountains for a long time seems to be the only one who is the old deaf child, who is ascending to the realm.
Xie Gou wrapped his arms around his chest and smiled and said, "I am a Nascent Soul Realm, and I dared to guide an old god in the Ascension Realm. I was a little nervous, just as afraid of Gan... Oh, now I should be called Gan Cixi. I was unhappy with any words. The murderous intention and hostility arose together, and I slapped my dog's head off."
The old deaf child said seriously: "It is like reincarnation to say that being a disciple at the foot of the mountain is like reincarnation. The kindness of preaching on the mountain is recreated. Not to mention the status of master and apprentice, it doesn't matter if I recognize my parents tonight with Chief Xie and Mr. Xiaomo."
Xiaomo rubbed his eyebrows. Gan Tang's face and words are really worthy of admiration for three days after leaving.
Xie Gou was satisfied. The old deaf child who snatched Xiao Mo's seat did not hold her tail up. She nodded and gave her a thumbs up, "What the honest man said is the truth."
Chen Ping'an asked, "Yuan Huang has already gone up the mountain and wants to learn boxing with me. He is very sincere. This young man has a high talent in martial arts practice and a good character. But I decided before that Zhao Shuxia is a closed disciple of the martial arts. How to solve it?"
Zhao Shuxia said, "Master, it's simple. Just let Yuan Huang be my senior brother. The junior brother takes the advantage of the situation. Don't snatch anyone from me."
Pei Qian smiled and said, "It's a good thing for multiple junior brothers."
Ning Ji didn't drink much tonight, but he was really average in alcohol. He was a little drunk at this moment. The elder sister smiled and came over to toast them with a bowl. He immediately changed his mind and said that he, the gentleman and the elder sister were in the same group... Ning Ji naturally had no objection, with multiple senior brothers and more care.
"Then let's just say that."
Chen Ping'an continued: "Liaopo Mountain has always been kind to others, and there are not many enemies, only a few. Zhengyang Mountain does not dare to do anything for the time being. The Dashou Dynasty in the Central Earth Shenzhou must first take the accountability of a deputy leader of the Confucian Temple. Bai Yujing and I have personal grudges, both Yu Dou and Jiang Zhaomo. At that time, we will visit Qingming for the second time. It is nothing more than seeing the level of Taoism, swordsmanship, fists and feet, and we will determine the victory or defeat, and determine life and death. Only Pang Ding of Lingbao City has both personal grudges and public grudges. It is simple, and one must die."
"It's okay if Old Pirate Pang is willing to kowtow and admit his mistake. As long as he kowtows, I will accept his apology."
"Qingming Wuzhou was originally one of the imaginary enemies I fear the most. The two ancient divine objects of Killing and Execution can make her, the old fourteenth, add more, but it is similar to what I expected. The senior of Wuzhou is extremely loyal and courageous. After this battle, we will not be friends, at least we are definitely not enemies."
"The future alliance of the dragon in the Great Du of Tongyezhou is very important. In addition to Qingping Sword Sect, you must be careful for a long time and ensure that you keep your tail. It is estimated that if Longxiang Sword Sect will send several sword cultivators to go there to help keep an eye on them to prevent accidents."
Chen Ping'an hesitated for a moment, chose to "lead the secrets of heaven" and said actively: "The Taoist Master Xianwei who guarded our Luopo Mountain was actually the turn of the first Taoist priest in the ancient world. Now the two have separated, the former is still the same, but the latter has dispersed all the power of Tao. If he had not taken action before and dispersed the vortex, I believe that the world would soon usher in a veritable Dharma-Ending Age."
"The consequences are unimaginable. For example, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is the foundation of all magical powers. When a certain practitioner leaves the temple, whether it is a worldly experience or visits friends to save people, or meets with peers, the two practitioners must consider each other as enemies, and at least they will be extremely suspicious. What is the use of my heart, and what is his heart? The heart that harms others should not be without? Once the mind that cultivates the master is like this, you can imagine what the scene on earth will be like."
"As for whether there is anything left on Taoist Priest Xianwei, I am not sure, and I will not explore it. What happened before today, and it will be the same after tonight."
Speaking of this, Chen Ping'an glanced at the boy in green who pretended to listen, but was actually empty. Chen Lingjun's mind was turning sharply at this moment, thinking about whether he had any rude words. The answer was...it was so vast!
Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Old Ancestor Jingqing? He is drunk, so I'm here to let the wine go."
Chen Lingjun looked confused. Why did the mountain master call him that? "Ah?"
Chen Ping'an smiled angrily and said, "Fortunately, you will go down the mountain to travel tomorrow."
Chen Lingjun said guiltily: "Master, in fact, I usually speak and do things with confidence, and my mind is full of wisdom."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "A wise man makes mistakes every time, right?"
Chen Lingjun's eyes lit up and he clapped his hands and said, "Yes, it's amazing, I've hit the mountain master."
Zhu Su's sword cultivator looked at this young man in blue with admiration.
Chen Ping'an stood up and smiled and said, "Anyone here is a sword cultivator at the top of the fifth level, or a martial artist on the top of the mountain and the end of the stalk, who are affected, will go to the palace of the Dashou Dynasty overnight with me."