Chapter two hundred and nineteen Taoist priests recite poems
The young Taoist priest stood up, straightened his clothes, strode into the embroidered building square, and said loudly with a generous look: "Everyone, please listen to what the Taoist priest has to say first!"
Everyone present looked at the foreign Taoist priest with different expressions. The young Taoist priest from Shen Gao Sect had a black rope tied around his waist. When the young man saw Taoist Zhang Shan, he looked unhappy and took off the rope and threw it away.
, the rope was like a spiritual snake, stretching itself in the air, and instantly tied up the young Taoist. He swayed like a rice dumpling, almost fell, and finally managed to regain his balance.
The young man from Shen Gaozong sneered: "Why should I listen to your nonsense? If a fake Taoist priest of unknown origin dares to make noise again, I will throw you out of the yard directly."
Taoist Zhang Shan said angrily: "Xiao Dao's surname is Zhang Mingshan. He comes from Juluzhou. He studied under the Fire Dragon Master of the Lingxiao Sect. Xiao Dao is a descendant of the Zhang family of Longhu Mountain with a well-documented genealogy! This time he traveled far and wide and came to Bao
Pingzhou sharpened his Taoist heart in order to complete the test at the gate of Longhu Mountain. As long as Xiaodao returns to his hometown, he can become a registered Taoist priest in the Golden Jade Genealogy of Tianshi Mansion! You Shengaozong, you are so majestic, how dare you insult Longhu Mountain like this
Zhang family!"
The young Shengaozong boy who was inexperienced in the world was a little confused and lost his domineering arrogance for a while.
Obviously, he was shocked by the "Longhu Mountain Tianshi Mansion". He really didn't have the confidence to compete with Shen Gaozong.
The shadow of a person's famous tree and reputation can be spread to the sects of Aquarius Continent, and no one is easy to offend.
The Dragon Tiger Mountain in the Divine Continent of the Middle Earth is even more famous. It is not affiliated with any of the three Taoist religions. It is an independent Taoism. Of course, the young Taoist priests of Shen Gao Sect have heard about it for a long time, but it is only limited to some gods, ghosts and monsters.
Most of the legends are spread by uninformed people in the market. Normally, the Qi practitioners on the mountain would not take it seriously and would only listen to it as a joke. However, after all, Shen Gaozong is a clan of the Immortal Family with the prefix "Zong". For the Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain,
He knows far more about the true background of the Zhang family than others. The Heavenly Master of the Zhang family has a palm print in one hand and a fairy sword in the other. His Taoism is boundless and his killing power is endless. He is really able to rank among the top ten in the Middle-earth Divine Continent where gods and men are born.
The Immortal of the Five Realms is somewhat similar to the transcendent status of Tianjun Qi Zhen, the leader of the Shen Gao Sect, in the East Aquarius Pingzhou, so the Shen Gao Sect can easily understand the soaring immortal energy of Longhu Mountain.
Taking advantage of the victory, Taoist Zhang Shan pursued the victory, with a righteous look on his face, and stared at the leading old Taoist with uncertain eyes, "Yang Huang, as a former disciple of Shen Gaozong, fell here because of a word of love. Even in the eyes of outsiders like Xiaodao,
I find it so sad that I want to shed a few tears of sympathy for the couple. As the leader of the Aquarius Continent’s orthodoxy, Shen Gaozong must have the magnanimity to match it?”
The youngest Taoist boy from the Shen Gao Sect, who was holding an ancient wooden strip, gently tugged on the sleeve of the young Taoist priest and asked quietly: "Senior sister, I think what Master Zhang Tianshi said is quite right, what do you think?"
The girl with a green and yellow bamboo whip on her waist shook her head and said: "Don't take your vain polite words seriously."
Chen Ping'an was eye-opening.
But at the same time, out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the ridge of the embroidered building, feeling a little confused.
Taoist Zhang Shan wanted to stretch out his finger and point at the old Taoist's nose to increase the power of his words, but found that he was tied tightly, so he simply jumped forward and sneered: "What's more, the old immortal is always on guard."
They are Yang Huang's former fellow disciples. They have been practicing together for many years. When we meet today, we meet an old friend in a foreign land. Why do we meet with swords and swords instead of holding hands and talking happily? Why, I, the Heavenly Master of the Zhang family, no matter whether I am registered or named, as long as I travel,
Fang Sihai, as long as they meet each other, they will feel like old friends at first sight, but your Shen Gao Sect does not have such an atmosphere? Besides, although Xiao Dao is a descendant of the Zhang family in Longhu Mountain and a mountain climber, he also knows that the law is nothing more than human relationships.
simple truth."
The young Taoist priest finally changed his tone and said with a smile: "Old Immortal, could it be that he had an old grudge with Yang Huang, so regardless of the sect's dignity, he insisted on forcing the couple to die? But Xiaodao felt that this
The possibility is not high. The old immortal seems to be an open-minded person at first glance. If something happens here, Xiaodao Zhangshan will definitely become famous for the old immortal and Shen Gaozong. Even if he comes to the authentic Longhu Mountain of the ancestral court in the future, as long as he mentions
Everyone from Shen Gaozong should give their thumbs up!"
The old Taoist clasped his hands behind his back and narrowed his eyes, smiling without saying a word.
The young Taoist standing on the wall suddenly spoke something that no one could understand. Taoist Zhang Shan was a little confused. Unexpectedly, the young Taoist with the sword on his back and the bell turned back to Baopingzhou Yayan, condescendingly, and pointed at Taoist Zhang.
Shan, said angrily: "You liar, I asked you in Juluzhou Mandarin, why can't you answer a single question?! If you dare to pretend to be a descendant of the Zhang family in Longhu Mountain in Dongbaopingzhou, you are violating the orthodoxy of the continent.
, do you know that Shen Gaozong is also qualified to take you down?! Why don't you kneel down and admit your mistake!"
Unexpectedly, he met a bastard who could talk nonsense better than himself. Taoist priest Zhang Shan was furious and began to curse the young Taoist priest in real Juluzhou Yayan. Then he turned back to Baopingzhou and said, "It's nonsense and confusion.
Black and White, what a Shen Gaozong, what a Taoist Master of Aquarius Continent!"
Unexpectedly, the young Taoist priest on the wall ignored Taoist Zhang Shan at all. He turned to look at the old Taoist and suggested with a smile: "Master, we have initially determined that this person is not from Juluzhou. As for whether he is from the Zhang family of Longhu Mountain,
Disciple, we still need to make sure slowly, why not take it down first and throw it aside, let’s clean up the door first and deal with the pair of ghost tree ghosts before we can talk about anything else?”
The old Taoist seemed to have something on his mind. Just when he was about to speak, Xu Yuanxia, the bearded swordsman, finally couldn't help the bad breath in his heart. As he said before, he stood up with the sword in hand and took a step forward.
, laughed and said: "I'm just a nobody, I can't ask the immortal masters of Shen Gao Sect to show any face, but if the immortal masters want to punish Yang Huang and act in accordance with the law, Mr. Xu will listen attentively and learn from the immortal family of the sect."
Is there any way to follow the golden rule? But if you don’t give an explanation, Yang Huang and his wife will be killed. Mr. Xu even fought for more than a hundred kilograms of meat and only had a knife in his hand, but he still wanted to learn from it.
The heaven-reaching Taoist methods of all the immortal masters!"
The young Shengaozong boy who used a demon-binding rope suddenly asked: "Since you claim to be from the small sect of Longhu Mountain in Juluzhou, do you have a customs clearance certificate? Can it prove that you are from Juluzhou and are from Juluzhou?"
A descendant of the Zhang family? If you can't prove it, you'll have to live with it for pretending to be Master Zhang Tianshi of Longhu Mountain."
Taoist Zhang Shan had a troubled expression on his face, showing a trace of hesitation.
The bearded swordsman had a headache. He thought that if the little Taoist priest was really motivated and pretended to be a distant relative of the noble Huang Zi on Longhu Mountain, that would be a serious crime. If he fell into the hands of Shen Gaozong, who had the power to supervise the Taoism of a continent, he would suffer a lot.
In the final analysis, the responsibility of Yizhou Dao Master is just four words, but it carries a very important weight, it is called "correcting the origin and clearing the source".
Taoist Zhang Shan took a deep breath, turned around and said, "Chen Ping'an, please help me take out the customs clearance document from the baggage."
Yang Huang, the ghost in the ancient house, gave a bitter smile and turned to look at her. She seemed to see her husband's thoughts and nodded. Yang Huang then turned around and said loudly: "Xu Xiashi, Zhang Daozhang, your kindness, Yang Huang
I understand that if there is an afterlife, I must repay you! Whether Shen Gaozong is convicted by public law today or revenged by private grudges, Yang Huang and Zhuo Jing will bear all the responsibility. It’s just Xu Xiashi, Zhang Daozhang, and the little brother named Chen, but
Don’t think that the people who practice Taoism in our Shen Gao Sect are all like this, it’s absolutely not the case, it’s definitely not the case!”
At the end of the sentence, Yang Huang laughed wildly, as if he had been living for a hundred years, and his mood had never been so relaxed and happy. He stretched out his thumb and pointed at himself, "I am Shen Gaozong!"
After a brief pause, Yang Gui pointed his finger at the old Taoist, "Idiots like you who practice Taoism but don't cultivate your mind are in the minority after all. No wonder a hundred years have passed by in a blink of an eye, and you, Zhao Liu, are still in the fifth realm. Haha, a hundred years.
Before, I, Yang Huang, was already a Qi practitioner in the fifth realm. If I remember correctly, you, Zhao Liu, were only in the third realm, Liujin realm, at that time? What a 'retaining realm', the ones who retain the most are those with evil intentions like you.
What a bastard!"
The words of the man in the ancient house were unscrupulous and hearty, but the juniors of the sect under the old Taoist looked at each other in embarrassment. Especially the young Taoist priest who called the old Taoist master, his murderous intent was revealed, and the sword was behind his back.
Something about to move inside the sheath turned out to be a sword cultivator.
However, Yang Huang's words just hit this person's heart. Master Zhao Liu has been stranded in the third realm for decades, and the young swordsman has also been stagnant in this realm for a long time. Step by step, he has transformed from an astonishingly talented swordsman to an embryo.
He turned into a talented and beautiful jade who was expected to reach the fifth level, and slowly became an embroidered pillow with a slim future. He was almost a flower stand with no hope of refining a flying sword in his life. His status in the Shen Gaozong also increased in just ten years.
It just plummeted.
Thinking back to those days, he could even occasionally chat with those two golden boys and girls who were famous all over the continent.
What an honor this is?!
Especially the Taoist nun Nu Guan, who was always accompanied by a mysterious white deer. She even showed a smile when they were chatting.
What a rare beauty is this? Even if it is a polite smile, so what?
You must know that she is a woman that even the Land Sword Immortal can only dream of. Moreover, the Fengxue Temple Sword Immortal is the youngest swordsman in the upper five realms in the thousand-year history of Aquarius Continent.
In the end, now he can only follow a hopeless master, leading these little brats to crawl around in the muddy pond at the foot of the mountain, euphemistically known as practicing mind cultivation, and killing some unintended spiritual beings along the way.
What kind of thing is it to open a magical creature, subdue a few mountain spirits and water monsters that have not yet transformed into human form, and then get entangled with some mess of sect evil disciples, tree demons and female ghosts?
When he is angry, he will draw his sword.
Anyway, he killed the demonic tree spirit, and it was not a pity to die. No matter how incompetent he was, he was also a sword cultivator in the third realm. Together with several elders, the golden boy who was in charge of the affairs of the outer sect of Shen Gao Sect had accumulated some acquaintances back then.
Because of the incense love, even if there is punishment, it is just facing the wall and copying books. What are you afraid of?
A narrow voice sounded without warning, "The sword cannot be unsheathed casually."
Following the sound, everyone looked up in unison. The night over there was rippled gently. The uninvited guest seemed to have used a high-quality invisibility charm. In fact, he had been watching the fire from the other side of the roof. At this moment, he slowly appeared.
Her body shape is that of a girl who is not very slender and graceful, nor is she bloated. She has a round and rosy face, is wearing red satin clothes, and looks very blessed.
The old Taoist was a little panicked and quickly bowed his hands and said: "Zhao Liu pays homage to Master Fu."
The round-faced girl standing on a long sword asked doubtfully: "Do you recognize me?"
The old Taoist said with a smile on his face, "How can there be any disciple of the Shen Gao Sect, no matter the inner or outer sect, who doesn't know Master Fu? That would be too ignorant and ignorant."
The round-faced girl suddenly darkened her face and sneered: "Why, the entire sect already knows about the embarrassing fact that I failed to confess to the golden boy? Some talkative woman or idle guy told you, tell it and listen.
, I must express my gratitude after I return to the sect."
Not only the veteran Taoists were confused, but in fact everyone, Monk Zhang Er, was confused.
The reason why they recognized this master-uncle was not because of his confession, but because this extremely senior girl swordsman had an amazing background in the Shengaozong. She usually liked to wield swords quickly, among the peaks.
Rampant, and she is still a little chubby girl. She flies here and there all year round. One of her favorite things to do is to rush straight into the clouds with her sword, and then crash down from a height of hundreds of feet to the ground, only about two or three feet above the ground.
Height, raise the height of the emergency sword, fly close to the ground, and fly away gracefully. Who among ordinary swordsmen would dare to be so desperate? Who would not remember this little ancestor?
Besides, two years ago, the girl tried to turn at a height of one foot above the ground. As a result, she crashed into the ground and fell upside down with her sword. She was left there alone, and she was so applauded.
The onlookers were all speechless.
In the end, He Xiaoliang, the beautiful girl with whom she had a very good relationship, scolded her and made the young ancestor restrain himself a lot.
Not long after that, the girl broke through the bottleneck from the fifth realm and successfully entered the cave realm of the middle five realms. Then she started to wield the sword Shen Gaozong again. She wandered around the gates of the old gods' cave houses on various mountain peaks every day, letting her
The elders of the sect who were accustomed to pure cultivation took the trouble one by one, but the girl’s great-grandfather was the teaching mentor of Qi Zhen, the current headmaster of the Shengao Sect, so the Tianjun Qi Zhen, who had always been cold-tempered, only treated this mentor.
Descendants are even more favored than golden boys and girls.
As soon as the girl saw everyone's expressions, she immediately knew that she had gone astray and let the slip out of her mouth. She wished she could fly thousands of miles away with her sword on the spot. But when she thought of Sister He's explanation to that bullshit golden boy, she had no choice but to hold back her anger and
Ashamed and angry, he stood on the roof with a straight face, began to think of words, and dismissed the insignificant couple in the ancient house early.
Like many sects, the Shen Gao Sect is divided into inner and outer sects. Before He Xiaoliang left the Shen Gao Sect, it was an extremely rare event for the golden boy and the beautiful girl to come out of the same sect. In order to train these two proud men, Qi Zhen was taught
The two juniors are specially allowed to intervene in the affairs of the outer sect. Of course, it is not just to leave such a big stall to them and let them have arbitrary power. Instead, they are similar to the censors of the secular dynasty, who have the power to supervise all officials, and He Xiao
Sometimes, they will also be given full authority to handle certain secular affairs of the outer sect. They will have the power of Zhu Pi, which means writing specific suggestions on how to deal with the affairs with a red pen, and then hand them over to the sect of the outer sect who is responsible for the secular affairs at the foot of the mountain.
As disciples, as part of the training, He Xiaoliang and the two have the right to inspect and evaluate the final results.
Therefore, He Xiaoliang, the Taoist beauty of Aquarius Continent, was indeed deeply cultivated by the sect, but she resolutely chose to leave the Shengao Sect. Not to mention that outsiders did not understand, even within the Shengao Sect, many elders and masters found it incredible.
, only then angrily scolded He Xiaoliang for being an immature white-eyed wolf.
It is true that the whole Shengaozong family paid too much attention to He Xiaoliang, who was the most blessed person in the world. As the saying goes, love is as deep as hatred.
The secret letter sent by Yang Huang to Shanmen was actually received by Shenggao Sect at the beginning of the New Year. At that time, He Xiaoliang had not yet left the sect, and he and Jintong had a conflict specifically about this letter. Jintong was the first to write and criticize it.
The content was generally handled properly, and Yang Huang was not too harshly criticized, as it was understandable. However, He Xiaoliang directly gave the opposite opinion, and Zhu Pi's words were extremely harsh, saying that Yang Huang, as a disciple of the Shen Gao Sect, had turned into a puppet.
Ghosts should be punished severely to serve as a warning to others.
However, He Xiaoliang and He Xiaoliang's treatment of the female ghost was similar, and they chose to ignore it.
Because of the dispute between the two parties, Yang Huang's secret letter was temporarily shelved. Regarding this matter, the outer sect of Shengao Sect was more inclined to He Xiaoliang at that time due to emotions and reasons, as well as the unspeakable general trend.
, but no one expected that He Xiaoliang would suddenly cease to be a disciple of the Shen Gao Sect, and would even give up his identity as a beautiful girl in Yizhou. The golden boy who had admired He Xiaoliang for many years seemed to think that the secret letter was too unlucky.
If he was willing to pay any more attention to it, and there were countless things that needed to be dealt with at hand, he casually threw them to a law enforcement elder from the outer sect. He just said that he would leave them to the disciples who came down from the mountain for training, so he could do it easily without considering the contradictions above.
Contents of Zhu's review.
What happened next became clear. Zhao Liu seized this opportunity and went down the mountain to avenge himself.
But after the round-faced girl named Fu heard about this from somewhere, she followed her all the way secretly. It was just a good time to relax and not have to think about that bullshit golden boy in Shen Gaozong all day long. She flew across thousands of mountains and rivers with her sword, so happy
, there were occasional disturbances along the way. When they heard that she was the direct descendant of the inner sect of Shen Gao Sect, all the rebellious martial arts masters and Yamano Daxiu wanted to worship her as a Bodhisattva.
The words of the girl surnamed Fu can be deceived, but the rare lotus crown that no one dares to overstep and the dazzling golden jade pendant around her waist cannot deceive anyone.
After the round-faced girl appeared.
The bearded swordsman and Taoist priest Zhang Shan both understood that the fate of Yang Huang and his wife was no longer under their control, and no matter how much they said, it would be meaningless.
An "elder" of Shen Gaozong only needs to say one sentence.
Yang Huang held the female ghost's hand, raised his head to look at the girl, and said with a calm smile: "The evildoers Yang Huang and Zhuo Jing depend entirely on Master Fu's will. Regardless of life or death, they will abide by Master Uncle's decree."
The round-faced girl glanced at the couple. One was haggard and the other was ugly. Their appearance was really hard to like, and certainly not disgusting. When she thought of the two inscriptions on the secret letter, the girl sighed and thought to herself.
Anyway, Sister He is no longer a member of the Shen Gao Sect, so what should we do according to the wishes of that bullshit golden boy?
She cleared her throat and gave the order: "Zhao Liu will lead the team to get rid of that temple of obscenity. As for whether to do it yourself or contact the local court officials, you can decide on your own. Yang Huang and his wife, that's it. In the future, as long as
Don’t do bad things in the name of Shen Gaozong. In short, from today on, everything you and your wife do has nothing to do with Shen Gaozong.”
Now that she had finished watching the excitement, the round-faced girl no longer wanted to stay in this ghost place with shabby mountains and rivers. She quickly wielded her sword and flew away through the air at an extremely fast speed. When others flew with their swords, they climbed slowly along an arc.
Finally entering high altitude, the girl surnamed Fu wanted to fly straight into the sky in a straight line. It was thrilling to watch, and she always felt that she would accidentally fall back to the ground.
Yang Huang remembered something and said loudly: "Thank you, Master Fu, for your kindness in retreating from the enemy earlier!"
The old Taoist Zhao Liu bowed his hands and respectfully sent the girl away. After that, he snorted coldly and turned around to leave without saying a word.
Yang Huang did not get carried away. Instead, he clasped his fists and apologized to all the young immortal masters of the Shen Gao Sect besides the old Taoist masters and disciples: "Yang Huang is covered in filth and does not dare to send you off to the immortal masters."
The young Taoist priest who retracted the demon-binding rope and the compatriot sister who wore a ghost-beating bamboo whip around her waist hesitated for a moment and nodded slightly.
The little Taoist boy holding the demon-suppressing tree swaggered away, suddenly turned his head, made a face, and smiled at the tree enchantress: "Ugly, ugly!"
The female ghost who was originally smiling suddenly looked sad. She slowly turned her head away, covered her face with her hands, and did not dare to see anyone again.
In an instant.
The little Taoist boy suddenly stopped and just stood there, motionless. It wasn't that he didn't want to move, but that he didn't dare to move.
Among the group of people, the disciple who is actually the most valued by the sect is him, who is born with outstanding intuition and good Taoist talent, not the twin siblings, or even the idiot Jian who "lay on the Three Realms and basked in the sun for many years"
build.
He quickly turned around and looked.
The little Taoist priest clutched the piece of demon-suppressing wood with the seal engraved with "All ghosts bow their heads", his palms were full of sweat. He slowly turned his eyes away. The ugly female ghost did not talk about it, but Yang Huang, the evil spirit of the sick man, only relied on a magic weapon.
The bearded swordsman who shows off his majesty in the military is most likely the Juluzhou Taoist priest of Zhang Tianshi in Longhu Mountain. Finally, there is the expressionless young man with a box on his back.
The little Taoist priest with a childish face behaves like this, and in the eyes of others, it is just the play of a child's mind.
Only Chen Pingan stretched out two fingers and quietly made a strange gesture of poking forward.
The little Taoist priest blinked quickly, swallowed, and finally gave a forced smile. He waved goodbye politely to the guy whose instinct made him feel that he was extremely dangerous.
The little Taoist priest complained while running away, "Oh my god, this guy has such a fierce aura, why does he look like an old monster from the fifth realm? And he is also the kind of monk who often goes down the mountain to fight and has experienced hundreds of battles."
The little Taoist priest didn't think about going up to the line and encouraged Master Zhao Liu and his disciples to kill a carbine, because it was meaningless.
On the road of spiritual practice, apart from seeking the Tao, it is better to do less than to do more. This is not nonsense.
The little Taoist priest was running, smiling again, and his mood suddenly turned gloomy and sentimental.
Wow, it is exactly as my master said, there is an expert outside the world at the foot of the mountain! Doesn’t this mean that he has bumped into me? After I go back, I must tell my master that the person I met is at least an old man in the Golden Core Realm.
The monster, maybe even a ten-level immortal, was shameless and pretended to be a young man, scaring him so much that he almost peed his pants...
The little Taoist priest ran happily, even jumped a little, and said happily: "Hey, it's not a bad trip down the mountain."
The siblings in the mobile phone gallery ahead turned their heads in unison.
The little Taoist priest immediately held his breath and concentrated, and after landing, he continued to move forward steadily in an old-fashioned manner.
Over at Xiulou, after a storm, although the men and women in the ancient house were worried from beginning to end, they finally managed to survive. The couple shook hands, looked at each other and smiled, without saying anything. They just felt that they had got what they deserved.
May all the burdens be lifted, all the hardships be gone, and all the joys will come.
Taoist Zhang Shan smiled at Chen Pingan and said, "Sword Immortal, have you seen that such a young Sword Immortal is awesome, right?"
Chen Pingan was a little helpless.
The rain had stopped, and the young Taoist priest looked up at the night sky and sighed: "I really want to recite a poem."
The bearded swordsman laughed heartily and happily.
No matter what, things finally had a happy ending.
This makes the bearded man feel more happy than doing justice for heaven, successfully slaying demons, and drinking wine.
The old woman who fell to the ground was at the Sanjin courtyard. She finally woke up and turned around, and immediately flew over. When she saw the host and hostess who were in peace, she was slightly relieved. Yang Huang smiled softly at the old woman and said: "Everyone is over.
Now, you don’t have to worry about those sneaky villains anymore.”
The old woman was shocked at first, and then she burst into tears of joy and broke down in tears.
The female ghost named Yingying slowly moved her body, "wandered" over, gently held the old woman's shoulder, and gently comforted: "It's okay, it's okay."
With nothing to do and no trace of haggard and dejected look, Yang Huang laughed and said: "Xu Daxia, Zhang Xianshi, and Mr. Chen! If you don't mind, let us do our best to be landlords? Prepare a table of good wine.
Good food? Have a drink?"
The bearded swordsman Xu Yuanxia nodded with a smile and asked Taoist Zhang Shan and Chen Ping'an: "What do you think?"
Taoist Zhang Shan smiled and said, "Why not?"
Chen Ping'an also smiled and nodded, patting the wine gourd on his waist, "If possible, I would like to buy some wine from you."
Yang Huang waved his hand, seeming to have regained the high-spiritedness of the Shen Gao Sect disciple in those days, and said cheerfully: "Why buy wine? The home-brewed cellar earth-fired wine is not a mellow wine, but the taste is really good. After a midnight snack, I am full and full.
Master Chen, just move away!"
Everyone was laughing loudly, and the ancient house no longer had any gloomy atmosphere, only the intoxicating heroic spirit of the world before drinking.
After that, the old woman smiled broadly, still lowering her head and wiping her tears, and walked quickly to the kitchen to cook.
The couple entertained guests in the main room of the third courtyard, chatting with the bearded swordsman about the affairs of the world.
Taoist Zhang Shan hesitated for a moment, then called Chen Pingan, came to the verandah of the courtyard, and said apologetically: "Chen Pingan, Xiaodao's real name is actually Zhang Shanfeng, not Zhang Shan. I'm sorry. As a friend, I kept it secret from you for so long."
, not very kind."
Chen Ping'an sat on the railing and said: "Walking in the rivers and lakes, be careful when sailing. There is nothing wrong with this."
The young Taoist's eyes lit up and he laughed and said: "You don't use your real name to travel around the world, right? Let's just say that although the name Chen Ping'an has a good meaning, it is still a bit tacky..."
Chen Pingan rolled his eyes: "That's my real name!"
The young Taoist priest suddenly felt embarrassed and remained silent for a moment. He remembered something and asked in a low voice: "Why did you give Xiaodao a ball before?"
Chen Pingan said sorry in his heart, and then smiled: "Actually, there was a lot of fighting in the wing across the street, so I went out to watch a fierce battle. The scholar named Chu turned out to be a tree demon, and was...
After the sword immortal killed him, he dropped the magic weapon that seemed to be called Komawan. The sword immortal ignored it and walked away, so I went to pick it up secretly."
Chen Pingan reached out and handed over the ball.
"The Sword Immortal should be the girl from the Shengaozong." The young Taoist suddenly realized that he took the hand and weighed it. It was not heavy. He lowered his head and looked carefully. He turned it gently in the palm of his hand and vaguely saw a tiny crack named Zhang Shanfeng.
The Ju Luzhou Taoist priest had a solemn expression and handed it back to Chen Pingan, "It is indeed very similar to the legendary military strategist Jiawan, but this Jiawan should have suffered heavy damage, resulting in a slight flaw in it, but to say the least,
Jiawan are extremely rare and expensive treasures. Although Xiaodao doesn't know how high the price is, they are definitely good things worth a fortune. You should put them away carefully and don't let outsiders see them. You can only find an expert to mend them in the future.
After repairing it, you can wear it with confidence, which is equivalent to a first-class amulet!"
According to what the scholar surnamed Chu himself said, this Bingjia Pill was a legendary magic weapon in the royal treasury of the ancient Yu Kingdom and was worth three thousand snow coins.
Chen Ping'an did not hide the small objects in his sleeves, but said tentatively: "You also know that I am a martial arts practitioner, and the boxing techniques I have learned are about moving forward. You cannot rely too much on external objects, otherwise it will
My fist is not sharp enough, so I keep this armor pill, which is of little use, so I will sell it to you for three hundred snows, how about it?"
The young Taoist priest shook his head vigorously and laughed at himself: "Don't say it costs three hundred snows, it costs one thousand or two thousand snows. Such a rare treasure, as long as Xiaodao has this kind of family, he will buy it, and his eyes will be full of it."
Don’t blink, but the trail is so poor now, otherwise it wouldn’t be difficult to have a full meal on the Kun Ship.”
Chen Pingan gently threw the ball to the Taoist priest Zhang Shanfeng and said with a smile: "Then treat it as if you owe me three hundred snows for money. Don't refuse in a hurry. Think about it, you are the only one who faints after being exposed to the rain.
, if the two of us encounter monsters again in the future, how can we fight with others? If you wear Jiawan, our chances of winning may be much greater. Once we gain something, it will all belong to me. When you pay back the money,
Ok?"
The young Taoist priest sighed, carefully accepted the armor pill that he had never dared to dream of before, and sat side by side with Chen Pingan on the railing of the verandah. They looked at the sky together and shouted softly: "Chen Pingan..."
Then there was nothing more to say, as if many words could not be uttered.
Chen Pingan put his hands on the railing, "Look, I haven't been of any help from beginning to end this time, and you don't mind me holding you back."
The young Taoist scratched his head. He seemed a little more open-minded when he said this. Chen Ping'an regarded himself as a friend, and she also regarded him as a friend. Shouldn't friends be so polite and particular about everything?
He suddenly laughed and said: "The beard is brushed like a halberd, and a hero carries a sword."
Chen Ping'an smiled, okay, he was praising the bearded man Xu Yuanxia.
The young Taoist said again: "I abandoned my literature and traveled across the sea and mountains to search for Quanzhen."
Well, he should be talking about himself.
Taoist Zhang Shanfeng turned around and said: "Chen Ping'an, I haven't thought of poems about you now. When Xiaodao feels inspired to write them, there will definitely be some. Don't worry, Xiaodao promises that they will be very heroic!"
Chen Pingan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It was hard to dampen his mood, so he could only nod and agree: "Okay, okay."
Chen Pingan jumped off the railing, ran to the kitchen, turned around and shouted: "I'll help with the cooking."
Taoist priest Zhang Shanfeng hummed and sat there with mixed feelings.
Over in the main room, the hearty laughter of a bearded man could be heard from time to time.
The young Taoist priest changed his sitting position, with his back against the pillars and his arms folded across his chest. Thinking of the high mountain in his hometown, he closed his eyes, hummed a homemade tune, shook his head and wandered leisurely.
Finally opening his eyes, the young Taoist murmured softly: "Who composed this song? Zhang Shanfeng on Wudang Mountain!"
Chen Pingan is actually thinking about something.
In his previous battle with the scholar surnamed Chu, Chen Pingan had a rough idea of how powerful he was in the three realms of martial arts. Among the many boxing techniques taught by the barefoot old man, the God-man Beating the Drum Style was already the most powerful. Chen Pingan relied on it at that time.
The Shukchi Talisman was hit with one punch, and then the punch was hit, but even so, even though the scholar of the tree spirit of the ancient Yu Kingdom had Komaru to turn into a bright armor to protect his body, Chen Pingan's actual boxing limit was that
There are twenty punches in the Divine Drum Beating Style, and there is not even one more punch. Therefore, if it were not for the flying sword in the sword gourd to kill the enemy, I am afraid that the scholar would have exhausted all his energy. Once the Divine Man Beat the Drum Style is exhausted,
In one breath, he was able to free his hands. If he used one or two offensive magic weapons, what would Chen Ping'an do?
It shouldn't be difficult to escape, but it's quite difficult to win and kill the enemy.
However, it is also a reward to be able to coordinate his own boxing skills with the attacks of the two flying swords on the first and fifteenth day of the month, and even have a little bit of seamlessness.
But deep down in Chen Ping'an's heart, he still felt that it was not hearty enough, and that it was a little less interesting after all.
It seems that the real answer couldn't be simpler: Chen Ping'an's punches are not fast enough! Not hard enough!
Chen Pingan put away his thoughts. Whether he was practicing boxing or practicing swordplay in the future, if he couldn't be in a hurry, he could just take it one step at a time and move forward in a down-to-earth manner.
He patted the sword gourd on his waist and chuckled, "Thank you this time."
There was a feeling inside the gourd, and Fifteen began to fly around, very excited.
Chen Ping'an suddenly said: "But when you two appear on the stage in the future, can you not be so... dazzling? The three of us are not competing with others in martial arts. Before taking action, we need to sign up for our names, show off our weapons, etc. We go into battle to kill the enemy.
Let’s not pay attention to these things, right? Just sneak out of the sword-raising gourd, do you think this is true?”
Fifteen hovered for a moment, motionless, seeming a little sulky.
On the first day of the new year, he even plundered the sword-raising gourd, broke into Chen Ping'an's Qi Mansion, and caused trouble.
Fortunately, Chen Pingan was now very calm about the pain. He trotted forward with a smile on his face and went to the kitchen to help.
Controlling the natal flying sword only consumes the mind and does not require the use of true energy. However, there is a distance limit for killing enemies with the flying sword, which is directly related to the realm of sword cultivation, or the degree of soul condensation. There is no shortcut to break the distance bottleneck of the flying sword.
However, for sword cultivators, it means an increase in realm. For Chen Ping'an, a martial artist who has just won the reputation of "Sword Immortal", he needs the breath of Qi that can stop the movement of sword Qi for eighteen times to break through more Qi palaces along the way.
The bottleneck of the distance is ten feet in the first grade, and eight feet in the fifteenth grade.
Not far away is the kitchen, which is dimly lit.
"How could the name Zhang Shanfeng be better than Chen Ping'an?"
Chen Ping'an slowed down and felt a little unconvinced when he thought of this. He just suddenly grinned and secretly laughed to himself, "Hey, Sword Immortal!"