Take a break at the Qilongtai in the sea and dive into the sea with a blue shirt.
Chen Ping'an was unable to pinch the waterproof technique for the time being, so he could only use a tough and unparalleled martial artist's body to penetrate the sea, just like a green mountain entering the water.
I used to mistakenly think that falling to a state of decline can slow down and take a breath. I never thought that as the old saying goes, there will be no overnight revenge.
It is true to go to Dashou Dynasty to raise an army to ask for the crime, but it is Cui Dongshan and the others. It is urgent and unavoidable to bear the disaster.
Since it is inevitable to escape the catastrophe, how to deal with the catastrophe and overcome the catastrophe, the monks on the mountain have had various mysterious methods and amazing ways of doing things for thousands of years.
Chen Ping'an circulated his eyes in the sea and found a mountain range under the sea. He shot away like an arrow. He walked on the dragon ridge of the main branch, and slowly walked down the mountain like a tourist visiting the mountain.
Strangely, Chen Ping'an, who is water-friendly at the Dao, traveled several times and actually escaped from the water.
Chen Ping'an was surprised to find that there were signs of human power on the mountain road. He waved his sleeves and dispelled the mud. It turned out to be a dilapidated pavilion built in the mountains.
It’s really a world of change, and mulberry fields turn into vast oceans.
After roughly estimating, there was still about a quarter of an hour to spare. Anyway, there was no one around. Chen Ping'an stretched, then threw his sleeves and swayed down the mountain. After walking for a while, he felt bored as if he was walking in the night. So he put his sleeves in his hands and encouraged himself in his heart. He just thought about it, it seems that it is not right to ask for good things at this moment. Is it just right to ask for "God's nap"?
Chen Ping'an laughed at himself. After all, he was a stagnant martial artist. He spoke without any hindrance. He was bored and began to ask if anyone was there...
Has he become completely poor and abandoned, and even the martial arts body is destroyed. Or is he going further and reaching the eleventh realm with a stop. In this way!
If it were the former, let alone being a guest at Bai Yujing in the future, it would definitely be a luxury. It is hard to say whether it can live for a hundred years.
If it is the latter, it will really be left with the green mountains without worrying about burning firewood. A monk in the first realm just needs to climb the mountain slowly. That journey is both relaxing and pleasing to the eyes, as well as nourishing the spirit and practicing.
It seemed like after going around in circles, I returned to the bleak years when the straw sandal boy relied on practicing boxing to save his life.
When he arrived at the foot of the mountain, he respected three incense sticks in a regular manner, and then walked "under the mountain", aimless, and his green body was as fast as thunder. Chen Ping'an suddenly stopped and raised his head, so quickly?!
Chen Ping'an held his breath and concentrated, took a deep breath, and in an instant he entered the first level of spirit.
The sea water around was pushed out layer by layer. In an instant, the sea surface was surging, and there were strange phenomena in the waters of tens of thousands of miles, and countless waterborn creatures in the sea fled further away.
At this moment, Mr. Jiuhou of Sanshan said in his heart: "Since you know my Taoist name, you know that you will not be able to help fellow Taoists in this matter."
Chen Ping'an smiled casually and said, "Senior, I appreciate it."
Mr. Jiuhou of Sanshan stopped talking, and obviously had withdrawn his spiritual sense. He didn't say a polite word in Mei Yan. After all, this matter involved the matter, and others were involved in it, at least it was Tian Yan.
Being able to chat with Chen Ping'an at this moment is considered to be the responsibility of this ancient Taoist priest.
Liu Xiang had also left Xielongtai and appeared in an island fairy palace with a temple hundreds of thousands of miles away, using his magical powers to throw more than a dozen immortal refiners who were not as good as the weather.
Liu Xian counted silently in his heart. A storm came as promised.
The sea area where Chen Ping'an was located seemed to be neat, like tofu cut by a knife, and it disappeared in an instant. In fact, countless sea waters were squeezed by the avenue to the surroundings of one person.
The sound of drums gradually sounded at the bottom of the sea, which was the strong heartbeat of the Lord of Martial Arts on earth.
The sea water further away poured into the "open space", showing the amazing atmosphere of cooking from the fire without warning. The boiling water surging, the white mist was misty, and it was a veritable sea of fire.
After the sea of fire, hundreds of millions of golden raindrops fell from the sky, and each grain was round and condensed into a real object. Between the sky and sea, it was like a golden pearl curtain hanging in the sky.
After that, the seabed shaking, and the mountains developed wisdom like living creatures. With the sound of nature, they angrily rebuked the only warrior's crime. He was punished with great rebellion!
Liu Xian sighed. This was created by the afterglow of the heaven and earth after the collapse of the new god. If Zhou Mi was willing to live in the world and make some moves at this moment, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Even on the Shanhai Sect, you can detect the ripples of the tide of the great road. The waves swayed against the shore, and cracks appeared on the cliffs. Those stone carvings from immortals from all dynasties were spread out.
However, the incense stick of time that had been staying in the second mountain had arrived, and Qi Tingji and Lu Zhi had to rush to the Dashou Zhongyue in the third mountain. Only Mi Yu returned to Baopingzhou, appeared in the Huimeng Mountain, and returned to the Luopo Mountain.
Nalan Xianxiu watched the sword fairies leave. The amazing sound of waves woke up a confused little girl. She ran here with an umbrella to see what was going on.
The weird little girl named herself "Supporting Flowers" stood on tiptoe. She wanted to help her ancestor hide the rain. Nalan Xianxiu waved her hand and said with a smile: "You can just hold an umbrella to shelter from the rain."
Nalan Xianxiu spit out the smoke ring and said to herself: "I let down my heart and saved this world. I'll hold on to the flowers. Let's talk about it, should I scold him or praise him?"
The little girl said angrily: "As long as I am not that bastard, I will give this person a thumbs up and praise him as a hero, hero, sage, and good person. Anyway, it's okay to praise him."
Nalan Xianxiu smiled and said, "What if it was him?"
The little girl was stunned and said viciously: "If you meet, you will scold him a hundred words, and at most you will praise him in your heart."
Nalan Xianxiu smiled and said, "How talented and passionate the disciples of Wen Sheng's lineage are so unintentional when it comes to love between men and women."
The little girl said depressedly: "Master, it's easy to understand. If you don't do this, why do you like them to do?"
Nalan Xianxiu nodded and said, "It makes sense."
Liu Xiang suddenly frowned, looked into the distant sea area, and reminded him in his heart: "Wang Zhu, don't rush over and help. This war of heaven, now this little movement is just a small head."
A real dragon wrapped in waves of thousands of feet, used water magic powers on the sea, and went crazy to the bottom of the sea where the sky fell to the ground, like an old dragon three thousand years ago flying into the clouds and fog in the rain.
Liu Xing just advised him once and no longer reminded or stopped this Donghai Water Lord. The world is full of complexity and changes in the mountains and rivers. After all, it is your own fault or your own blessing.
The real dragon hit the invisible barrier of the avenue, and it broke blood. One dragon horn broke on the spot, and the other one was shaking. It just ignored it and repeatedly hit the wall.
On the invisible wall, blood was blurred. Two dragon horns had already fallen to the bottom of the sea, and the dragon claws that were trying to break the barrier were also broken.
To help you? You can't help at all.
Wang Zhu could no longer maintain the true dragon posture, returned to his human form, fell down, and when he was confused, she murmured softly: "Give it back to you."
As for half of the water transport that was carried by Wang Zhu, they were wandering here.
In the forbidden area, the pure martial artist who used layers of divine heavenly tribulation to fight his body finally entered the eleven realms as he expected, and martial arts luck came to this place and body.
But it is still hard to hide the decline. The great way is about to be in full swing. The body and fist intention of the martial god realm, with his own strength, still seems too small in the sea of duckweed.
Wang Zhu tried his best to open his eyes and vaguely saw a long blue shirt and gown, but it was not him.
But the one who made her dare not resist even after entering the 14th realm... the dragon-slaying person, Chen Qingliu!
Chen Qingliu got the voice of Mr. Jiuhou of Sanshan and was able to shrink step by step, cross the two worlds directly, and go straight to the seabed of Haoran.
Wang Zhu heard the other party's sarcastic words, "It is easy to change the country and nature but difficult to change. It is still a rebellious nature. However, he is willing to sacrifice himself for others and repay his life-saving grace. No matter what his true thoughts are, what he does is ultimately the "tired dragon" deeds of giving up the Tao for righteousness. It is also fresh."
If there were many dragons in the world three thousand years ago, this move would not be a new thing, just like good things, bad things, good thoughts and bad thoughts in the world will always be confused together.
But three thousand years later, since Wang Zhu is the first real dragon in the world, the meaning is different.
Before the world was connected, Chen Qingliu had long anticipated this moment. He just didn't expect it to be so urgent.
It can be seen from this that Chen Ping'an's incident caused Zhou Mi to lose his vision of the new world, and how resentful the gods were.
Chen Qingliu retreated, and stopped thousands of miles away from the barrier of the great road. He was about to sacrifice his natal flying sword and ask the "Tao" sword.
Killing anyone is not killing, and killing whatever you want is not.
He is a lowly man from a brothel servant who is fortunate to attain enlightenment and reach the top of the world, but he does one or two things that only I can do.
Learning is increasing, and Taoism is detrimental. Those who practice Taoism have lost more than enough to serve the poor. This sword is something that Chen Qingliu must give, and it is a reward gift that this world deserves.
This is fairness.
The ghost "clam" that had wandered in the Dashou Dynasty for three thousand years should have been solved by him, helping her to be free and escape from the sea of suffering.
This is a private matter.
Therefore, Chen Qingliu had to hand out a sword for both public and private affairs to help the young man survive this disaster and continue to look forward to the real world of peace.
The sword emerges like an ancestor dragon ascends to the sky.
Unfortunately, there are no spectators in the world.
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The Taoist Shi Zhouren is probably the top assassin. The only one who can barely compete with him is probably Xiao Yan.
Although he had many calculations on the entire world, there was a saying that "accidents" in the world always appeared in a fresh way, either frightening people or surprises people.
Then Yin Mi, the prince of the Dashou Dynasty of the Central Earth Shenzhou, belongs to both tonight. What was frightened was that His Majesty the Emperor died suddenly in the capital of Dali, Baopingzhou. What was surprised was that the country could not be without a king for a day.
The prince Yin Mi, who was in charge of the country, was in his prime. He himself estimated that he would have to be the prince for at least 30 years before he had the chance to become a treasure.
Deputy Master Han from the Confucian Temple found Yin Mi who had criticized the letter all night long at the Crown Prince's Mansion, and asked him to call out nearly twenty important officials of the Great Strip and squeeze in a room.
Master Han then realized the reason, and everyone was stunned. If Master Han hadn't been the deputy leader of Haoran Confucianism, anyone would have thought it would be an absurd joke.
Your Dashou's emperor Yin Ji, prince Yin Miao, and great scholar Cai Yushan secretly colluded with Taoist Qingming, joined forces with the 14th realm ghost clam, and designed to ambush Dali's new national teacher, and were all killed.
A general wearing armored military with outstanding meritoriousness said with a stern look: "Master Han, our Majesty personally went to Dali to try to make an alliance with the Song family. No matter what the reason is, Dashou celebrates the emperor of a country, and the one named Chen, who was killed if he said he was killed?!"
Master Han said angrily: "Do you fucking understand the rules? Call Deputy Leader Han! The fucking leader of the Confucian Temple is Dong!"
The group of civil servants in the room were immediately stunned by fucking scolding.
The armored general was flushed and his neck was thick, and he was about to talk back to Deputy Leader Han. The emperor of a country was openly killed in the capital of another country, which was a huge shame. Why? Chen Ping'an is the closed disciple of Wen Sheng. The evil people complained first, and you, the Middle-earth Confucian Temple, will you blindly favor Dali?
Prince Yin Mi scolded: "Ma Xuan, don't be rude."
Ma Xuan was the emperor's confidant, no matter what. Yin Mi was the nominal prince and the state supervising the prince. So the one who supervised him, the prince, was Ma Xuan, who was transferred to the capital not long ago.
No, it should be called "Last Emperor".
Master Han said: "Prince Yin Miao once dreamed about traveling to the Immortal Palace and met a 'Shuzhou man' who claimed to be an immortal king. After that, Emperor Yin Ji secretly studied the secret techniques on the mountain, trying to occupy Yin Miao's body, pursued for hundreds of years, and served as Emperor Dashou for a long time. Grand Secretary Cai Yushan went to the Dragon Fu lineage and made great efforts during this period. The chronology of this immortal and the details of the first contact between Dashou and the ghost "Clam", and when, where and who, you must check it out one by one."
"The Dali Dynasty has officially declared war with you Dashou. I believe you will receive a letter of nationality soon. On the side of the wild battlefield, the border troops of your two countries are close, and the Dali Iron Cavalry should have been notified, just waiting for the result here... After the battle of Baopingzhou, it is said that the Dali Iron Cavalry is the best in the world, and your Dashou Dynasty is the most unbelievable. The 600,000 Dashou Border Army can survive tens of thousands of soldiers once the battle is fought. Are you curious? "
Hearing this, the civil and military officials who were the pillars of the Dashou Dynasty all had drastic expressions. If the late emperor Yin Ji was "planned to rebel" and the emperor tried to live forever, it was Dashou Yin's family. They were in charge of all the emperors and monarchs. Perhaps they could use a tacit family scandal that should not be made public and vaguely. Let's take a step back. Even if the disposal of the Confucian Temple was lenient on the outside and strict on the inside, and if the great achievements of this dynasty, would they have to change the national surname?
If we take a step back, the Dashou Dynasty really changed its surname, does it still require them, such capable and experienced civil servants and generals?
After all, anyone who lives in the country needs officials to govern the country.
However, among the 600,000 border troops who rushed to the wild battlefield of Dashou Dynasty, a considerable number of young aristocratic children who served as middle-level officials accumulated their resumes and "golded". They were related to the people in the house and were always able to get in touch with each other. Fighting the wild demon clan, no matter the battlefield trend, they could hide behind them. But once they started a war with Dali, who would not kill? What's more, the Dali border troops who completely let go of their hands and feet killed the powerful children who were the ones who were talking and accumulating military achievements.
It is said that after the Battle of Central Baopingzhou ended, the Dali border army built sixteen Jingguans on both sides of Dadu, and the bodies were placed on the top of Jingguan. It was rumored that they were all from the wild sects and large clans.
An old man from Yin, who was in charge of the Ministry of War, bowed and begged: "Associate Master Han, the Confucian Temple must keep the Dali Song clan restrained. The border troops of the two countries who rushed to the wilderness are all top-notch elites. Once the two countries initiate a quarrel, it will be a heavy casualty internal strife, which will only delay the overall situation of attacking the wilderness. Wouldn't it be a joke for the wilderness demon clan?"
Master Han sneered: "The Dali Cavalry is an elite, I have already figured it out. As for whether the Dashou Border Army is an elite, it will naturally be clear after the battle."
A handsome and extremely young civil servant took a step and bowed and said loudly: "Associate Master Han, let me say something boldly. The Dashou Dynasty should bear the fault of the late emperor. However, if the Dali border army is allowed to attack Dashou, the Zhongtu Confucian Temple will be unrestrained and the situation will deteriorate. The border troops of the two countries who died in a foreign land will be innocent. Therefore, the subordinates beg the Confucian Temple to hold the Dashou Dynasty accountable, and the Dali Song clan should not act impulsively."
Master Han asked, “Where do you become an official?”
The young civil servant said: "The East Palace is a lecturer, and the Zhanshi Mansion is a young Zhanshi."
Master Han turned his head and looked at Prince Yin Mi, "Is it your confidant whom you promoted?"
Yin Mi replied: "It is a literary talent that the late emperor admires very much, and he writes wonderful green poems."
Master Han said, "Yin Mi, immediately let this person go to the wild battlefield and be on the front line between Dashou and Dali Iron Cavalry."
The young civil servant who was destined to be in the Dashou court in this life stood up and was frightened to death.
A deputy leader of the Confucian Temple would never deliberately scare him with words.
Master Han stared at this person, "I have become one of the Dashou border troops, so that I can be qualified to say these beautiful words and righteousness to me."
"Boy, then write a letter to the Confucian Temple in Zhongtu. Whether it is a passionate letter of death or a righteous request for the Dashou border army, I and the Confucian Temple believe you are the truth."
"Remember to put a little snot on the letter paper. The green lyrics are well written, and I wonder if I can write a few brilliant frontier poems."
Before he was thirty years old, he had become the second-in-command of the Zhanshi Mansion, one of the important officials of the Dashou Center, and had long regretted it.
When he thought of himself thrown into the wild battlefield, the two countries declared war, and a certain Dali cavalry who was charging into battle drew a shiny knife at him, or stabbed him in his chest with a shot on his back, or the enemy's arrows were splashed like rain... At this moment, he was just randomly imagining similar scenes, and he was extremely frightened, as if he fell into an ice cave.
Mr. Han no longer paid attention to this person and began to issue orders, "Yin Mi, you will cooperate with the Confucian Temple to thoroughly investigate the matter. The capital will be immediately launched martial law. No flying swords are allowed to be sent out. Officials and monks are not allowed to go out. In addition, I secretly notify the Wuyue Mountain Lord, the Imperial Heavenly Prison, and the high-ranking Jiangshui Gods to cooperate with the Prince's Mansion to investigate the matter. Any leakage, whether it is the Dashou National Law or the Yin Family Law, will be severely punished. In addition, the secret orders for all the mountains and river gods in the Dashou Realm, I will first seal a Confucian Temple seal."
Yin Mi nodded and said, "Only one purpose, before finding out the truth, all the next matters, including me, Dashouchao obeys the orders of the Confucian Temple."
In fact, everyone in the room knew that the Supreme Emperor of Dashou was the Zhongyue Mountain Lord on the top of the mountain, Yin Ni.
In Haoran, the dynasty that built the capital at the foot of Dayue Mountain was the only one in Dashou Yin.
Ma Xuan used Zhongyue's promotion route to join the Dashou Border Army and successfully made achievements and became the first military general and official in the border areas.
In addition, there is the national master of Dashou Dynasty who was not seen by the dragon. Liu Zao has been in seclusion for nearly a hundred years, so many people do not know that there is a national master in this dynasty.
At this moment, a young man in white with a mole on his forehead walked out from the door of the house and said with a smile: "Master Han, why not ask me to help His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to check for the omissions?"
Mr. Han thought for a moment and nodded, "This is the best. I am also worried that the group of gentlemen I brought can't get around the eight hundred eyes of the officials in the house."
Ma Xuan was furious and complained deeply. This guy also called you Master Han, why didn’t he call him a fucking man?
Cui Dongshan sighed and complained: "People are different from people. Some people eat, some people eat shit, and they open their mouths and talk, can the taste be the same?"
Ma Xuan was also unable to understand the identity of this person and mistakenly thought of a gentleman from the Confucian Temple in Middle-earth, but what he said was not right.
Mr. Han didn't want to look at the official Dashou for a long time, so he took Cui Dongshan to leave the house first, followed the rules and told him a few words of advice.
Cui Dongshan turned around and suddenly leaned back, poked his head out, and said with a smile: "Brother Crown Jun, I'm planning my own affairs in his position, and luckily hitting the great fortune. I became the emperor early, and I have to clear the source. Do you want to make a trick in a pool of muddy water? In addition to being muddy water, the turbid ones are more muddy, can there be a second result? I don't think so, right?"
Yin Mi bowed and said, "Get taught."
Cui Dongshan put his hands in his sleeves and whispered: "It may be quite a bit of a move later, so don't make a big deal here in the Confucian Temple."
Mr. Han didn't care about the contradictory in the words, and asked with a smile: "Why is there a lot of noise?"
Cui Dongshan raised his hand and hugged the back of his head, saying, "It depends on the situation."
A secluded valley outside the capital is the Dashouchao National Master’s Taoist place. There are only a few layers of clever tricks. Ordinary people who are traveling around will take a detour when passing by.
After a rain of washing branches, in the gust of yellow birds, there is a small house with a second courtyard located here, with green tiles and white walls, and mountain scenery.
The big locust in front of the house is old and bald, with big trunks as big as a bucket, with sparse branches and leaves. The old osmanthus behind the house is rich in shade. If you are hot in summer, you can sit here for thirty or forty seats.
A group of magical fireflies praised by monks on the mountain as Zhao Yeqing. They gathered on the bare old locust tree, shining brightly, like a huge golden candle.
A fairy-like style.
Jiang Shangzhen, who was responsible for visiting here, used a barrier-breaking talisman, opened the door, and walked into it.
There are two wooden chairs in front of the house, and there are old people and girls sitting.
The old man was bragging about how brave the hero was back then, "Master is not good at fame, he likes purity the most, and he is tired of the world. If it were a hundred years ago, you, a little girl, still want to be my teacher? A young handsome man who wants to make a relationship with me and a genius of Taoism can rank from the foot of the mountain archway at Zhongyue to the Yuxiao Palace on the top of the mountain."
When the old man saw that the girl was disbelief, he had to explain extra, "Don't look at the master who is not like a master, this is called the bun with meat and not on the folds."
The girl still doesn't know where this place is, who is the master. She was thrown here by her family at the end of last year. Her qualifications for practicing Taoism are good, and quarrel with her master is even more powerful. "The surface of the donkey dung egg is shining."
The old man was Liu Rao, the national teacher of Dashou. He had a strong Taoist power. He was not enough to meet him.
Liu Luo glanced at the guest who had a high-end barrier-breaking talisman and asked with a smile: "Where is the sacred place? I have lost the opportunity to visit here."
Jiang Shangzhen was strolling in the temple of another family and said with a smile: "The late child was named Zhou Fei, and the Taoist name was Beng Zhenjun. I have seen the National Master Dashou."
Liu Rao comforted his hands and exclaimed: "Good word!"
On the top of Zhongyue Mountain, there is a secret land of mountains and rivers with a lot of taboos. There is a lazy palace makeup woman standing on the railing, holding a plain silk fan in her hand. She reached out and grabbed it, as if she "taken off" a bright moon in the sky. She "embroidered" it on silk, turned into a white jade plate. Then, an old osmanthus tree came from behind Liu Zuodaoyuan's house and planted it under the bright moon. She moved the scenery from the northern Yue area and came five green peaks, arranged together, and above the silk fan, it was like a pocket-sized and cute celadon pen holder...
A sloppy man leaned against the railing, tapped the ground with his toes, and was very grateful. "I never thought that there was such a way to embed treasures in the world. It was really the rebirth of the Weaver Girl."
The Zhongyue woman Shanjun, the ancestor of Dashou Yin clan, Yin Ni did not raise her head and sneered: "It's like seeing the Weaver Girl."
I never thought that the man was shameless and nodded and said, "I have seen it. Not to mention weaving methods, she looks 70 to 80% similar to yours."
Yin Ni raised her head, smiled, and cursed a man with extremely mellow and elegant Middle-earth language and extremely vulgar content. Anyway, it has something to do with his ancestors for the 18th generation.
The man laughed instead of anger and clapped his hands, "It's like talking!"
Shanhai Sect, after the bustling, became deserted.
The scenery is always like this. The waves are a little bigger today, just like the old Dragon King blowing his beard, causing the wind and rain.
Just when the little girl was trying to go home, Nalan Xianxiu asked her to wait for a while. The little girl wondered, "Who are you waiting for?"
Nalan Xianxiu said: "It's better to wait. If you can't wait, you will be helpless."
According to her estimate, it is very likely that the flower will go back first, and I will have to wait until midnight.
The little girl didn't ask who she was waiting for.
Just as Nalan Xianxiu estimated that the incense stick had arrived, she sighed faintly, put away the cigarette pole and asked the support to go back to rest...
A figure in blue shirt appeared out of thin air, looking a little embarrassed, shaking around and unable to stand firmly.
The little girl looked closely and said, haha, half an acquaintance.
She held an umbrella with one hand, put her hips on her hips, and asked wide-eyed: "Why are you again? Why are you sneaking over without saying hello? Is it difficult to walk the right path of the mountain gate? Will you sprain your ankle?"
He was caught again in a pretentious guest with a hint of embarrassment and didn't know how to explain for a while. Last time he was thrown here by the Li Sheng, but this time he chose the Shanhai Sect.
The little girl looked at him squintedly and asked inwardly, "Does this elusive foreign guest recognize Aliang now?"
Chen Ping'an said helplessly: "Actually, I recognize you, but I still have a good friend. I lied last time."
The little girl's eyes lit up and she asked tentatively: "Since you recognize Aliang, then you must recognize that embroidered tiger? It is the national teacher of the Dali Dynasty of Baopingzhou, Cui Feng!"
She wanted to seek justice for Sister Feicui.
The man blinked and answered the question irrelevantly, "I am the national teacher of the Dali Dynasty."
The little girl stood there and felt that her brain was a little too short.
If the other party is from Dali, wouldn’t he be from his hometown? Or the National Master of Dali? It is better to be in charge of the county magistrate. She has a small nest in a mountainous country within the territory of Dali.
Nalan Xianxiu held back her laughter and calmed her mind. This founder of Shanhai Sect gave a blessing to outsiders for the first time, "Nalan Xianxiu, a Taoist scholar, thanked Mr. Chen."
After Chen Ping'an bowed and returned the gift, he quickly paid three incense sticks and hurriedly left Shanhai Sect.
The heavy rain didn't last long. She put away the umbrella. The little girl was satisfied with the flower-carrying girl. She nodded to herself, rubbed her eyes, wiped her face, and she said to herself.
"This National Master Dali is very coincidental, and his surname is Chen. He looks quite Zhou Zheng, and he is quite demeanor, but he is too timid. Haha, I was scared away by me."
In fact, the smart little girl guessed that he was the one who lived in Sister Xiuxiu's heart for a long time. He didn't look handsome, so why did she like it?