Chen Ping'an's trip to Qingxia Island came and went in a hurry.
In fact, whether Gu Can leaves or stays has nothing to do with the overall trend. In fact, Chen Ping'an can't change much now. There are some things behind the scenes, whether it's the actions of Su Gaoshan in Da Li, the changes in Shujian Lake, or the plans of the monks from Gongliu Island.
, as long as Chen Pingan is not willing to leave the central part of Aquarius Continent, it will be the same wherever Gu Can is.
But Gu Can himself is willing to stay on Qingxia Island and guard Chun Ting Mansion, which is the best.
Chen Pingping sailed away.
After landing in Lutong City, the ferry passed by the Furong Mountain where the founder's hall had been demolished. When the fire dragon appeared, its arrogance was soaring to the sky, which was no less than that of the loach that poured water over the river. Anyone with a high enough level in Shujian Lake could
They mistakenly thought that Gu Can's enemies from the Dao would show up and a fire-and-water dispute would break out. However, they did not expect that the group of foreigners who were rumored to be Da Li Nianganlang chose to stop and leave.
However, people did not miss the excitement afterwards. The woman in green, who was shrouded in mist and aroused suspicion, and a strange young man with a mole between his eyebrows teamed up to kill the Nine Realm Sword Cultivator of the Zhu Ying Dynasty. It is said that not only
The physical body was reduced to food, and even the Nascent Soul was detained. This meant that the two "old monks" with "the color of a young girl" had a lot of energy during the pursuit, which made people even more frightened.
There is a huge difference between defeating an Earth Immortal and killing an Earth Immortal.
After Chen Ping'an landed, he retrieved the horse from the inn, went to the back alley shop to buy a few meat buns with thin skin and lots of fillings, had a hearty meal, and then hurried to Shihao, which borders Meigla Country.
On the southeastern border of the country, the pass is named Liu, and it is famous in history. There are different opinions. Some say that the founding emperor of the Zhu Ying Dynasty once successfully saved the pass here, which is known as the "half-effort".
The counselor of the Han tribe, also said to be the most powerful Nascent Soul sword cultivator in the history of the Zhu Ying Dynasty, was disheartened and could not gain enlightenment here. In the end, he was still unable to become a fifth-level swordsman, so he wrote on the cliff with his fierce sword energy.
The word "stay", with regrets, made the sword cultivators in the central part of Aquarius Continent, as well as many swordsmen in the martial arts world, regard this small pass in the vassal country as a holy place in their hearts, and they would all go there and look up at the cliff "
"Leave a legacy".
Before autumn, Chen Pingan rushed to Liuguan after a long journey and met Zeng Ye and Ma Duyi who had been waiting for a long time.
Seeing the familiar figure of Mr. Chen riding a horse, Ma Duyi and Zeng Ye were obviously relieved.
At first, the two of them felt quite comfortable without Chen Pingan by their side. Inside Zeng Ye's bamboo box was carrying the Hell Palace of Hell. In times of crisis, they could reluctantly bring out a few of the cave realm ghosts "hand-picked" by Chen Pingan.
Walking in the world of Shihao, as long as they don't show off, it's enough. So Zeng Ye and Ma Duyi were free and uninhibited at first, but as they walked, there was a bit of noise, even if they just saw the Dali scouts wandering around.
, I felt scared. At that time, I realized that it was very different whether Mr. Chen was around or not.
With Mr. Chen here, the rules are indeed there, but one person and one ghost can at least feel at ease.
Zeng Ye and Ma Duyi also talked about that feeling in private, but they couldn't explain the reason. They just felt that it was not just Mr. Chen who had a high level of cultivation.
When they were staying at the scenic spot in Liuguan, they looked up at the big characters carved on a cliff like a knife. They also keenly discovered that Mr. Chen went to Shujian Lake alone, and after returning, he became more and more worried.
Chen Ping'an also noticed this. After thinking about it, he looked back and said frankly to them: "Before coming here, I took two jade tokens and wanted to see Dalisu Gaoshan, but I couldn't."
Zeng Ye didn't think deeply about it, but felt a little disappointed for Mr. Chen.
But Ma Duyi knew very well that the clouds and waves were treacherous, and there must be danger hidden there.
Chen Pingan tried his best to use a calm tone and said with a smile: "There are many things, if you leave them alone, you will never know the answer. As long as you make a choice, there will be good and bad, and now you are the bad one."
As a result, not only did we fail to see Su Gaoshan, we might not be able to alert the enemy, but we will definitely be missed by this Great Li general, so we must be more careful in the future. If any of you inadvertently discover the Great Li on this journey of Mei Glaze Country,
The monks accompanying Li's army should just pretend not to have seen it. Don't worry, we won't be in danger of our lives."
Although Zeng Ye nodded, he was inevitably worried.
But Ma Duyi was as broad-minded as heaven and earth. He said jokingly: "As long as I don't get chased by the big Li cavalry, I don't care. Just watch it if you like. Not a single copper coin can escape from us."
Chen Ping'an said helplessly: "It would be nice if your two personalities complement each other."
Ma Duyi glared, "Mr. Chen, don't mess with the mandarin ducks, I don't like Zeng Ye."
Zeng Ye smiled naively, but he didn't dare to say that he didn't like Ma Duyi either.
Under the cliff, there are only a few merchants from Shihao and Meiglai countries who need to pass the customs, and most of them are young. They hope to use this as a capital to show off after returning home. As for the elderly merchants and old Jianghu
, I have read the word "stay" on the cliff countless times, and I really can't leave them behind.
Just as Chen Ping'an and his three cavalrymen turned their horses, a group of swordsmen from all walks of life came on horseback. They all dismounted, took off their swords, and bowed respectfully to the word cliff.
Among them, the old man, for the rest of the young men in the cavalry, spoke loudly and impassionedly about the historical origins of the monuments here. Of course, he had to say a few kind words for their sword wielder. The young men and women listened with high spirits and excitement.
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Most likely he is a member of the martial arts sect who left his master's sect and came to the martial arts sect to gain experience.
Chen Ping'an could naturally see the depth of the old man. He was a five-level warrior with a fairly good foundation. In a vassal land with a small territory like Meigla Kingdom, he should be regarded as a well-known figure in the world. However, in addition to meeting the old swordsman,
Otherwise, there is no hope for the six realms in this life. Because the Qi and blood are exhausted, it seems that there has been a root cause of disease, and the soul is wandering, making the bottleneck of the five realms more and more indestructible. As long as you meet a younger martial artist of the same realm, you will naturally respond.
There is an old saying about being afraid of young people.
When we encounter each other by chance in the rivers and lakes, we usually pass by each other and then ride away.
The old man turned his head and looked at the backs of the three knights. He saw a slender girl with slightly elongated eyebrows and asked: "Master, the one wearing a green shirt and wearing a sword is a member of our martial arts community. Is he?"
A hidden master?"
The old man smiled and said: "If you don't wear a green shirt and wield a sword, you must be a swordsman."
They mounted their horses one after another and continued on their way to pass the border.
The Meigla Kingdom is relatively stable, but the neighboring Shihao Kingdom is in chaos. Previously, an upright official from the Shihao Kingdom who had long-standing friendships with his sect sent a secret letter saying that a powerful official from the Shihao Kingdom was
The eunuchs wanted to eradicate him and implicate innocent people. The innocent and loyal minister who was as famous as the "Wendan Censor" in the temple of Shihao Kingdom confessed in the letter that he was willing to stay in the capital, die for the country, and teach the great Li barbarians.
I know that there are still a few scholars in Shihao Kingdom who are not afraid of death, but I hope that their friends in the world can escort the children of local families to take refuge in Meigla Kingdom, so that he can go on the journey with peace of mind.
After passing Liuli Pass, the place where the horse's hooves stepped was the territory of Shihao Kingdom.
The official had a sentence in the letter, which was written in a very heavy handwriting. When he circulated it to the old warrior and his brothers, they were all moved with emotion. Therefore, he led his disciples to risk their lives this time and traveled through the rivers and lakes.
No hesitation.
"The Han family is mellow. The emperors of all dynasties have valued literary figures and have nurtured scholars for two hundred years. They have never treated scholars badly. We, the scholars, should not let anyone be ashamed of the Han family."
The old man sat on the horse, sighing in his heart. The Great Li cavalry is also pressing down on the Meigla Kingdom's army. The sky is huge and the earth is huge. Is it so difficult to find a place for the people to stay and a safe place for the scholars?
This old man, who was used to seeing the ups and downs of the world, had an ulterior thought deep in his heart. It would be better if the barbarians of Da Li conquered the Zhu Ying Dynasty as soon as possible. After the chaos, there might be an era of great rule.
The opportunity, no matter what, is better than the few iron cavalry of Dali, which are like a few knives used to destroy Zhu Yingfan's vassal state. They have been cutting the flesh with blunt knives, cutting back and forth. The people who suffer are not the common people? Don't mention it.
Not to mention, the Da Li barbarians treat the territories of various countries within the reach of Ma Hoof. They are merciless on the battlefield and kill so fast. But if you really want to move your eyes north, the entire Aquarius Continent where the smoke has gradually dissipated in the past few years.
In the north, countless people who fled have returned to their hometowns one after another. The Dali civil servants stationed in various places have done a lot of personal things.
It's just that these bastard words are destined to be wrong as soon as they are uttered, so the old man can only pour it on himself with swigs of old wine.
Over there, three horses are galloping.
They are still helping the ghosts and ghosts fulfill their various wishes, and Zeng Ye and Ma Duyi are in charge of the porridge and medicine shop, but Mei Glaze Country is still relatively stable and they don't do much.
The world is in chaos, the world is not good, and the people are ignorant, frightened, and helpless.
Chen Ping'an and the others encountered a strange thing by a stream in a deserted countryside. A group of strongmen who had fallen into the trap of bandits were looking at a middle-aged Taoist priest lying on a boulder in the water, frowning.
A skinny, middle-aged Taoist who came from a side sect of Taoism in the Zhu Ying Dynasty. Now he is in the cave realm. He originally thought that the world was in chaos. As a Taoist priest, he should go down the mountain to save the people. He never expected to meet a linen warlock who was proficient in physiognomy. He was indeed a
The master looked at his face and said that he was a poor man who died young and lived a life of hunger and cold. The middle-aged Taoist priest was so sad that he began to wait for death.
The group of horse thieves who had fled from Shihao Country had just made a deal and got a lot of money. They stopped their horses by the stream. When they saw such a weird man who wanted to die, they almost killed the middle-aged Taoist with a knife.
Unexpectedly, the Taoist was very happy and begged the man to draw the sword faster. The young horse thief was muttering in his heart and did not dare to use the knife. The Taoist wanted to die, so he taught the strongman who was accustomed to robbing homes and houses a lesson and said some words.
The matter of retribution of blessings and misfortunes, after all, in the eyes of the people at the foot of the mountain, he is a god of the middle and fifth realms, and he is also a genealogy master. He still has some knowledge and eloquence. He didn't make people evil, but he was frightened to the head.
The horse thieves looked at each other in shock, and in turn persuaded the middle-aged Taoist not to commit suicide.
So Chen Pingan encountered such a scene.
At this moment, the horse thieves no longer had any intention of killing people and stealing goods, and they didn't think the three horsemen were easy to bully, so they deliberately turned a blind eye.
Chen Ping'an didn't care, so he stopped the horse to rinse the horse's nose, started a fire to cook, and did whatever he had to do.
The middle-aged Taoist would not kill himself when he saw a horse thief. With his body in the cave realm, he could die for a while but could not, so he just lay on the stone and waited for death.
If the horse thieves were interested in those three people's wealth, the middle-aged Taoist would certainly stop them. They would just think that before they die, they should accumulate a small amount of karmic virtue, give birth to a good child in the next life, at least live longer, and continue to practice Taoism.
Chen Ping'an was squatting by the river with his rice bowl in his hands, and they were almost having dinner there.
An angry young horse thief caught Chen Pingan's gaze and glared at Chen Pingan: "What are you looking at? I've never seen a hero eating before?!"
A leader of horse thieves kindly went to the rock and handed a bowl of rice to the middle-aged Taoist. He said that it was not a problem to wait to die. It was better to eat when there was thunder. If there was thunder, go to the top of the mountain or under a tree and try to wait there.
Try to see if there is a possibility of being struck by lightning, then it will be settled and clean. When the middle-aged Taoist heard that it seemed reasonable, he thought about whether to buy a big iron chain in the market, but he still did not take the bowl.
After dinner, he said he was not hungry, and began to babble again, persuading the horse thief, if you have such a kind heart, why not just be a good person and stop being a horse thief. Now that the mountains are in chaos, wouldn't it be better to become a bodyguard?
The leader of the horse thieves was a little moved. He took his rice bowl, left the boulder in the river, and went back to join his brothers.
Chen Pingan found it interesting.
After picking up the rice in the bowl, Chen Ping'an tiptoed and floated towards the boulder. Wearing a green shirt with swaying sleeves, he landed next to the middle-aged Taoist in a carefree manner.
The young horse thief almost spit out a mouthful of rice, but was slapped on the head by the horse thief leader, "What are you looking at? I haven't seen any heroes in the world?!"
Chen Pingan sat cross-legged on the boulder and said with a smile: "Why is this Taoist seeking death?"
The middle-aged Taoist was actually a kind man. He closed his eyes and said softly: "If you are destined to die, you will die. The road is hopeless. What's the point of not dying?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Do you know, Taoist Master, that there is a 'serious scripture' that is highly respected by the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism? Well, it is the ancient book that is known as the first of all scriptures. There is a saying that the Great Dao is fifty, the sky is
There are forty-nine derivatives, how can people escape one of them?"
The middle-aged Taoist nodded, "The number of Dayan is fifty, and its use is ninety-nine in forty. We say that one is born, two is born, and all things are derived."
Chen Ping'an said: "When demonic obstacles come, it is particularly difficult for those who practice Taoism. Even if you have millions of soldiers, it is difficult to evade the enemy in your heart."
The middle-aged Taoist sat up and lamented, "I understand the truth, but I am just a caveman with mediocre qualifications. How dare I hope that the great road will be with me? I am really trembling. After thinking about it, I still can't break through the barriers in my heart. I can only
I place my hopes on the next life."
Chen Pingan glanced at the horse thieves in the mountains over there, nodded and said: "Indeed, it is easy to break the thieves in the mountains, but it is difficult to break the thieves in the heart. It's the same."
The middle-aged Taoist forced a smile and said, "I appreciate your kindness."
A skinny middle-aged Taoist and a haggard young man met by chance in the mountains and rivers.
The two parties stopped talking and said goodbye without any more verbal exchanges.
The horse thief was relieved, especially the young horse thief, who felt that he had just been in a circle of hell.
Zeng Ye couldn't understand the middle-aged Taoist's thoughts. As he walked away, he asked softly: "Mr. Chen, are there any people in the world who are really willing to wait for death?"
Chen Ping'an nodded and said: "On the road of spiritual practice, there are all kinds of strange things. That Taoist, if you follow the Buddhist teachings, you have to commit suicide first before you have a chance to drink. Otherwise, no matter how eminent a monk you are, you won't be able to knock him out with a stick.
Becoming a Buddha immediately will only make people feel numb and cry out in pain. Well, you two, have you ever heard of a Buddhist koan? An eminent monk said that the heart is like a mirror, and it must be brushed diligently at all times to prevent it from causing dust.
Another person said, "There is nothing in the first place, so how can it cause dust?" Do you think there is any difference between these two gathas?"
Zeng Ye shook his head and said, "I don't understand this."
Ma Duyi smiled and said: "Of course the latter is higher."
Chen Ping'an sighed softly: "The Buddhist intention is that the latter may be higher, but the former is a ferry that the Han people can ride on. People who want to cross by themselves put down the bamboo shoots in their hands, stand up and land, and finally get out of the boat.
Only when you take that step can you say that you have realized the latter. Gradual enlightenment is the foundation of sudden enlightenment. There is actually still a sequence here. In life, the mirror of the heart is covered with dust. If it is not wiped, it will accumulate dirt and become dull. How can there be any
The Buddha is born to reach the other shore directly."
Chen Pingan smiled and added: "Both gathas are good and correct. The reason why I am chatting with you is because when I traveled to Qingluan Kingdom before, I heard scholars talking about Buddhism on the way, and I was very disdainful of the former.
, I only praise the latter, and a few miscellaneous books similar to literati's notes also like to treat the former with hidden derogatory meanings. I think it's just a little bit not good."
Ma Duyi said with a smile: "I rarely heard Mr. Chen talk about Buddhism before, but it turned out that I have been involved in it for a long time. Mr. Chen is really well-read and I admire him very much..."
Ma Duyi made a face and said, "I can't do it anymore. I can't even speak anymore."
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "This shows that your flattery skills are not enough."
Afterwards, the three riders saw a scenic spot with a fairy spirit. It was a deep pool without an owner. In autumn, it was already as cold as the severe cold season. On the stone wall, there was a sentence carved in the local county annals that cannot be traced.
The vermilion cliff carvings read, "The ancient wall is decorated with colorful Qiu with gold tail, and the rainman rides into the autumn pool." The three people looked up and saw that there were indeed some traces of painting on the wall, and the posture of the dragon was vaguely visible, while the pool water at their feet was green and disappeared.
Any fish or shrimp.
Chen Ping'an withdrew his gaze, stretched out his hand into the pond water, and felt the coolness. He remembered for no reason the Ruan family shop built on the riverside in his hometown. He was attracted by the gloomy water transport in the Longxu River. This deep pond is actually suitable for
Tempering the sword edge, but for some reason there is no immortal sword cultivator here to practice Taoism. Chen Ping'an suddenly withdrew his hands. It turned out that the cold air in the water was not pure. It was mixed with a lot of sinister and filthy air, like a mess.
Although it will not harm the body immediately, it is a bit far away from the word "pure". No wonder, this is a taboo for monks in sword refining.
There must have been stories here in the early years.
It's probably like the Flying Eagle Fort and Upper Balcony in Tongyezhou.
After that, Chen Ping'an traveled far to the Meigla Kingdom, walking through the countryside and counties. There would be children who were not used to seeing horses and would hide in the depths of the reed flowers. From time to time, he would also encounter seemingly ordinary traveling wild cultivators, and
Gongs and drums were playing in the streets of the county town, and a lively wedding procession was taking place. After traveling thousands of miles and traveling across mountains and rivers, Chen Ping'an and the others accidentally came across the ruins of a barren tomb overgrown with grass, and discovered an ancient sword with only the hilt missing from the tombstone.
, I don’t know that thousands of years later, the sword is still full of energy, and it looks like a good spiritual weapon at first glance. However, it has been on the verge of collapse without being warmed and nurtured for a long time. Ma Duyi wants to go along with it, since it is an ownerless thing anyway.
After some polishing and repairing, it might be possible to sell it for a good price. However, Chen Ping'an refused, saying that it was a magical tool used by Taoist priests to suppress the Feng Shui here, so that it could suppress the evil and evil energy and prevent it from spreading to all directions and becoming a disaster.
Ma Duyi was a ghost, so he couldn't see it, he just didn't care, so he smiled and said: "Then I pulled out the ancient sword. If a demon really shows up to cause trouble in the deserted tomb, let's simply slay the demon and get rid of it. We got the spiritual weapon and saved it."
If you gain merit, isn’t it the best of both worlds?”
Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "Old accounts are so confusing. How do you know there are no difficulties or twists and turns in them?"
Ma Duyi complained a little, "Mr. Chen is good at everything, but what he does is too uncomfortable."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Children who are not strong enough can smash rice bowls and porcelain, which is a kind of convenience. Zeng Ye can do it, but Zeng Ye can kill the horse thief at will. You can do it too. Of course I can do it better."
easy."
Chen Pingan said with emotion: "The gathering of people's hearts is a very scary thing. The ancient temple is lonely. If a person walks into it, burns incense and worships Buddha, he will feel awe, but if it is noisy and crowded, he may not be afraid. To put it more extreme,
It was forbidden to cut gold foil on the Buddha's body, but someone just started it and did it."
Riding a horse through the mass graves, Chen Pingan suddenly looked back and saw no one or ghosts around.
Once, he stopped his horse to rest by a lake deep in the mountains. Zeng Ye picked up stones and floated them in the water. Ma Duyi chose a secluded place alone, took off his boots, stretched himself into the cool water, stretched himself, and smiled, when a dragonfly happened to be wandering around.
If he doesn't go, he will fly up to the jade and scratch his head.
Ma Duyi stopped moving, wanting it to stay a little longer.
In the distance, there was a young woodcutter carrying a bundle of firewood on his shoulder. He happened to pass by nearby, stopped and looked at her dreamily, mistaking her for a fairy. The young man fell in love with her, but felt ashamed of himself.
Ma Duyi stretched out his hand to chase away the dragonfly, turned his head, stretched out his hand to twist the fox fur at his temples, intending to suddenly pull it open to scare the dumbfounded country boy.
As a result, Chen Pingan threw a pebble at her and flicked her finger off.
Ma Duyi turned around angrily, her legs dangling, splashing countless water splashes.
The young man ran away quickly.
He didn't plan to tell his peers in the village that he met such a beautiful fairy sister by the lake, he just kept it in his heart silently.
In a prosperous county town, even Chen Ping'an, who was accustomed to strange things, found it eye-opening.
There was a scholar who was drunk and running wildly. His clothes were not covered, his breasts were exposed, his steps were swaying, and he was very heroic. He asked the book boy to carry a bucket filled with ink, and the scholar used his head as a pen to "write" on the street.
There are still servants at the end of the street, with buckets full of well water around them, just waiting for their master to finish going crazy so they can clean up the mess.
It wasn't really a tiring job, but they were always looked down upon. They were so angry at that bookworm master that they dared not speak out.
After asking the common people, he turned out to be a county captain with a great reputation and official status.
Chen Ping'an led his horse to stop on the street. He saw the county lieutenant fell down on the road exhausted. He turned around and saw the young man smelling of alcohol. His body was covered with wine stains and ink stains. The smell was extremely weird. He saw him holding the palm of his hand.
He slapped the street hard and laughed loudly: "I use calligraphy to respect the gods. I dare to ask the gods if they have the courage to give me some advice? Where are the sages of the ages? Come and have a drink with me..."
The young man suddenly started wailing, "I once saw the princess fighting with the porter in the capital, and I accidentally learned the true meaning of calligraphy. I saw the princess holding flowers in the temple, and I also learned the divine meaning of calligraphy. Your Highness, princess, you should take a look at the words I wrote for you.
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Zeng Yecuo said in astonishment: "Mr. Chen, I don't recognize a word of what this guy wrote."
Chen Ping'an held back his laughter, pointed to the street, and said softly: "I write poems about girlfriends in cursive script. As for the content of the cursive script, the sentence I just finished writing is the bright moon shining through the window screen, and the autumn waves are slipping away. Let's drink together with you."
Liquor. Well, he probably imagined the love poem he wrote for himself in the tone of the woman he loves. But these words are so well written, they couldn’t be better. I have never seen such good cursive or regular script.
I have seen masters of cursive script, but this is my first time doing cursive script at this level."
At the end, Chen Ping'an said: "Don't think that the county captain is talking nonsense. His words really have divine meaning. That is to say, the spiritual energy here is weak, and the door gods and ghosts cannot survive forever. Otherwise, we really have to show up to see him."
, bow down to him."
Chen Ping'an suddenly laughed, led his horse and strode forward towards the infatuated scholar who was drunk on the street with tears in his eyes, "Let's go buy copybooks with him, as much as you can buy! This deal,
Guaranteed profit without loss! It is infinitely better than you working hard to pick up the slack! But the premise is that we can live for a hundred or hundreds of years."
Zeng Ye and Ma Duyi looked at each other and felt that Mr. Chen must also have lost his mind and gone crazy.
Chen Pingan came to the scholar who was lying on his back and asked with a smile: "I have wine as good as the immortals. Can I buy some words from you?"
The man's eyes were blurry and he shook his head, "Please?"
Chen Pingan smiled and nodded, "Please."
The man suddenly burst into tears and cried, "You are not the princess, what do you want me to do? What do you want me to do? Come on, come on, I won't sell you a word, not even a word."
Chen Ping'an turned to look at Ma Duyi. When everyone's attention shifted, he flicked his wrist and took out a pot of Shuijingxianren brew from Fengweidu. He loosened the horse's reins, opened the mud seal, and squatted down.
He handed the jug to the scholar and said, "Whether I want to sell it or not depends on you drinking my wine. If you still don't want to drink my wine, just treat it like I respect the cursive calligraphy you wrote on the street."
The man sat up, took the jug, raised his head to pour the wine, drank it all in one breath, threw away the empty jug, stood up unsteadily, grabbed Chen Pingan's arm, "Is there still wine?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "There are still more, but not much left."
The man said happily: "Let's go to that shabby government office. I'll write for you. You can have as much as you want, as long as you have enough wine!"
Ma Duyi rolled his eyes.
What about the integrity of scholars?
Zeng Ye was a little happy. It was rare to see Mr. Chen in such a happy mood.
When they arrived at the government office, the scholar pushed away the messy books on the desk and asked the boy to get some rice paper, spread it out, and polish the ink. Chen Pingan put down a pot of wine in the scholar's hand.
On the walls, there are crazy cursive writings that even the sober readers cannot recognize.
The scholar drank wine and burped, and asked: "Tell me, what do you want me, a lunatic, to write? Which wise general, minister, minister, and minister do you want me to write? Forget it, I don't want to know, what do you want to write, no?"
As for math, I can write whatever I want."
The falling paper created clouds of smoke, and the whole hall was filled with thunder and lightning.
Scholars really write whatever comes to mind, often with countless numbers written in one stroke. Zeng Ye always felt that this transaction was a loss.
In the end, the scholar, who had a good drinker but not a good drinker, wrote dozens of copybooks of different sizes. He was completely drunk and fell to the ground.
Chen Ping'an spent a total of five pots of Shuijingxianren wine, Laolongcheng Osmanthus wine and Shujianhu Wuti wine.
The reason why he could drink so much was not because he was a scholar, but because he drank half the pot and spilled most of it. In the eyes of the distressed Ma Duyi, it was a waste of natural resources.
Chen Pingan collected the copybooks and left the government office.
The three of them led the horses away, and Ma Duyi couldn't help but ask: "The calligraphy is good, I can see it, but is it really that good? These fairy brews are worth a lot of money, converted into silver, a pair of cursive calligraphy books,
Is it really worth thousands of taels of silver?"
Chen Ping'an got the copybook and was very happy, as if he had drunk too much wine, and said with certainty: "You don't believe it? Then just wait. One day you come here again, this street must have been famous all over the world for thousands of years."
Later, even if the scholar dies, the whole county will be honored and will be remembered by future generations."
The three cavalry slowly left this small county town. At this moment, the people in the county town only regarded the bookish magistrate as a joke, but they did not know how envious the calligraphy masters and countless literati in later generations would be for them to have the honor of kissing them.
See that person's style.
This year's Mid-Autumn Festival, every household in Meigla Country is reunited with relatives.
It's just hard to say for the Shihao Country.
Next year's Mid-Autumn Festival, Mei Glaze Country may be in the bleak situation of Shihao Country now.
There are many monsters in the mountains and wilderness.
Autumn turns to winter again.
When Chen Ping'an was about to finish his trip to the Plum Glaze Kingdom and return to Shujian Lake, one day he was in a remote mountain ridge with few people, and with his outstanding eyesight, when he saw a high cliff, there was a rag hanging upside down.
The ragged old ape, wrapped in iron chains, sensed Chen Ping'an's gaze. The old ape was ferocious, grinning, and although he did not roar, his violent aura was thrilling.
Near the old ape, there was an artificially excavated grotto. When Chen Pingan looked there, someone stood up and looked at Chen Pingan. It was a young monk with a withered face. The monk clasped his hands to Chen Pingan and said silently.
salute.
Chen Ping'an also imitated the monk's bow and folded his hands, and gently returned the salute.
Ma Duyi asked curiously: "What's wrong?"
Chen Pingan shook his head and said nothing.
It wasn't until he walked out of the mountain range that Chen Ping'an said: "There was an eminent monk there who, with great perseverance, subdued an unruly ape whose inner demons had manifested themselves."
Ma Duyi clicked his tongue and said in wonder: "He is actually able to manifest inner demons. Isn't this monk an earthly immortal?"
Chen Ping'an nodded, "He is an expert outside the world."
Over there in the grotto, the young monk sat back on his futon cross-legged, stood up, stepped out of the grotto, walked against the wind, and floated in the air, looking at the old ape who was gradually calming down. There was such a complex look in the latter's eyes.
, worry, anger, hatred, prayer, pity, ridicule, to name a few.
The monk turned his head and looked around, seemingly puzzled.
Why is my mind so strange today?
It had previously met the Earthly Immortal monks riding swords or riding the wind, but it had never looked twice.
If the young monk had some enlightenment, he smiled, bowed his head and put his palms together again, chanted the Buddha's name, then returned to the grotto and continued to sit.
An old monk with an indifferent expression and quiet eyes appeared in the mass grave where the ancient sword was nailed into the tombstone. Under the ground, there was a gloomy atmosphere. Even if they realized that he was most likely an immortal from the underworld, those hiding there
The ghosts and ghosts living in the roots of the mountain are still hard to change their nature. The evil spirits are gathering and trying to break out of the ground. However, every time a ghost rises to the surface, sword energy immediately falls down like rain, and there are bursts of wailing from the ground.
Of course, the old monk was not afraid of these evil things. He just frowned and said to himself: "It's strange. You are not afraid of the golden elixir aura deliberately revealed on my body, but you are afraid of a young man who looks nothing like me?"
It's rare to stay in a fairy inn.
Ma Duyi leaned back on the soft quilt, her face full of intoxication. She could endure hardships but also enjoy blessings.
Zeng Ye didn't think anything was wrong and practiced alone in the house.
Chen Ping'an and Xianjia Inn asked for a copy of the Xianjia residence newspaper. In the imperial court of Meiglai Kingdom, they also started to quarrel, but the quarrel was not about whether they should stop the Dali barbarians, but how to defend the territory.
You must know that this was the decision made by the monarchs and ministers of the Meigla Kingdom under the dangerous situation that the capital city of Shihao Kingdom had already been destroyed.
And the chaotic Shihao Kingdom finally welcomed a new emperor, Han Jingling, the vassal king known as the "Wise King", the father of Huang He, a border general who did not lose a single soldier on the battlefield.
In one fell swoop, he became the leader of the military generals of the Shihao Kingdom. Huang He, as the new emperor Han Jingling's friend in times of adversity, also received the imperial title and became the minister of the Ministry of Rites. Father and son were in the same court, and a large group of Huang's children, chickens and dogs ascended to heaven, jointly controlled the government, and the glory was endless.
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From the capital of Shihao Kingdom, there is an endless stream of civil servants and military generals who are willing to die calmly. Even if it is just a small thing like posting the door gods of other countries on their doorsteps, they are still unwilling to do it.
Some of the descendants of the family who did not want to be killed by their own masters secretly put up the door-god portraits of the two ancestors of Da Li and Yuan Cao. Some of them were cruel and simply tied up the family master to prevent them from tearing them up.
The door god also scolded them as unworthy descendants and unworthy of their ancestors.
All living beings are in various states, and they know their own joys and sorrows.
In this wonderfully written letter, the trivial matters that were written as after-dinner gossip turned out to be major events of life and death, and tragedies of family dislocation and displacement.
Compared with the inconspicuous Shihao Kingdom, Shujian Lake is more earth-shaking and more breathtaking.
At the beginning of autumn this year, Su Gaoshan began to "settling accounts after autumn."
The mountains of Shujian Lake, led by Lisu Island, Oriole Island, Qingzhong Tianmu and other islands, all surrendered to the Song family of Dali, willing to hand over half of their family fortune, as well as the significant genealogy of the ancestral hall.
Su Gaoshan held a banquet at the Fan family's residence in Chishui City, but only in his name, he sent a third-grade general and several accompanying monks drawn from the military forces from various places to show up.
Entertain the heroes.
Su Gaoshan was not willing to give even this little face to those Shujianhu local snakes who obediently clung to him.
Chen Pingan was not surprised at all.
Previously, he used the Qingxia Island Sacrifice Plaque and the Peace and Peace Plaque to submit a "famous invitation" to the Great Li Cavalry, saying that he wanted to meet the general. In the end, Su Gaoshan's reply was very straightforward. He heard that it was the general.
His personal words were just two words, "Get out of here."
It's not that he's angry or aggrieved, Chen Ping'an is just a little helpless.
As for Qingxia Island, which lost Liu Zhimao's seat, it was not far behind. The forces headed by Su Lin Shimada Hujun and Jin Dan Yu Hui, as well as several Jin Dan monks who were powerful enough to control the wind and rain in Shujian Lake, also sat down in the pool at that banquet.
Chengfan's Mansion, but its location is not at the forefront, not even as good as Tianmu Island.
This is Shanze Yexiu of Shujian Lake.
If you dare to fight hard, you can accept coercion. If the situation is good, you can become your ancestor. If the situation is not good, you can become your grandson.
Chen Pingan guessed that there are some island monks who are not willing to give up half of their family property with both hands, but it should not be necessary for the Dali cavalry and the monks accompanying the army to take action. The forces including Tan Yuanyi from Lisu Island and the pair of golden elixir Taoist monks from Oriole Island can do it.
He will help Su Gaoshan settle all the "little troubles". General Su will be happy to give those heads and island property as gifts to Su Gaoshan.
But the key reason for Su Gaoshan's success in Shujian Lake is that, in addition to the outstanding military exploits of his cavalry, as well as the appearance and detachment of Yexiu in Shujian Lake, who is good at adapting to the wind, the key reason is actually that of another Great Li general, Cao Ping.
The overwhelming momentum is also very important. Of course, the most important thing is the rumor that Song Changjing, the king of the Great Li vassal, will personally accompany a prince of the Song family to inspect the border line where Cao Pang's cavalry confronts the Zhu Ying dynasty.
Chen Pingan put down his newspaper.
He folded his hands into his sleeves and fell into deep thought.
There is currently no definite information about Liu Zhimao’s life and death.
According to common sense, Su Gaoshan would still win over a great monk like Liu Zhimao who knew how to assess the situation. Moreover, Liu Zhimao was the first half of his family to join Da Li.
The problem lies in the group of foreign monks on Gongliu Island who Liu Laocheng described as "unpleasant faces", but their identities have still not been revealed.
It seems that this group of people determines Liu Zhimao's life and death, and even Liu Laocheng can only hold his nose and admit it, leaving Su Gaoshan unable to add to his credit book and win an easy job for Da Liduo.
Nascent Soul worship.
What a great background.
Chen Pingan rubbed his eyebrows.
Could it be that the Tongye Sect was severely weakened? He gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and moved to Shujian Lake?
However, this requires paying a huge price. The monks can migrate to other continents in great numbers, but they cannot take away the landscape and atmosphere that have been managed for thousands of years within the Tongye Sect.
When it comes to the great migration between two continents, apart from the spiritual energy of the Cave Heaven Paradise, there is nothing else to think about.
And with such a big movement, the Tongye Sect was already distracted. During the migration process, the tigers and wolves looked around and would definitely bite the fat. When it comes to the avenue, even a sect that is not lacking in integrity like the Taipingshan Fuji Sect, as long as it decides to take action, it will not matter.
Don't be soft-hearted.
Furthermore, the monks of the Tongye Sect, with their eyes above the top, are used to being the leader of the immortal family in the continent, are they really willing to go to the little Aquarius Continent to take root, and may they even want to live under the umbrella of the Song family of Dali, a secular dynasty?
If it is Fuqi Sect, it seems more reasonable.
However, the actions taken by the monks against Liu Zhimao, especially their "little plot" to harbor evil intentions against him, were unreasonable.
Chen Ping'an stood up and came to the window. This Xianjia Inn was built on the bank of the river, with a wide view. The scene outside the window, the river was rolling, and the boats were coming and going, falling in the field of vision, as small as corn.
The water network of Meiglai Country is intertwined and the rivers are spread widely. This is probably one of the reasons why people dare to fight to the death in the temple.
On the river, there is a long stretch of warships slowly going upstream. However, the water surface is vast, and even though there are tens of thousands of people with banners, they are still nothing like a giant ship.
Chen Pingan was lying on the window sill.
Zeng Ye and Ma Duyi came together, saying they wanted to visit the water temple on the Chunhua River. It is said that making wishes is particularly effective, and the water god also likes to tease ordinary people.
Chen Ping'an had no such interest and asked them to visit the temple by themselves. However, he reminded Ma Duyi that after entering the boundaries of the temple, it was a ghost wearing fox skin, so he had to apologize first and declare his intention to the Water Temple first, otherwise he would press
For example, if you offend the local gods and gods, and there is a conflict, and you don't take any responsibility, then he can only apologize and spend money to eliminate the disaster. Anyway, the money from the gods, Ma Duyi and Zeng Ye paid for it themselves, and it cannot be counted.
On Chen Ping'an's head, Ma Duyi smiled and said, "I know. After traveling so far, Mr. Chen still has to talk about this little rule."
Chen Ping'an couldn't laugh or cry.
Such a faraway place? You and Zeng Ye have just crossed the territory of two vassal states.
However, Chen Ping'an didn't say this. He waved his hand and motioned for them to go out for fun. Otherwise, he would have to give Ma Duyi a few words.
But when Zeng Ye closed the door, Chen Pingan took off the sword gourd and threw it to Zeng Ye, saying it was just in case.
Zeng Ye was naturally overjoyed, but as soon as the door was closed, Ma Duyi snatched it away and hung it on her waist.
Zeng Ye had no idea.
Chen Pingan smiled knowingly at this.
Isn't it natural for men to give way to some women, and for strong men to give way to some weak ones, but at the same time, it is not a condescending gesture of giving?
Only in this kind of world can there be no mistakes, slowly and slowly.
All kinds of moral knowledge need to be put back into order.
If you walk more, you will have gone so far.
Think about it more, that’s all.
Chen Pingan, who was a little tired and a little relaxed, just lay on the window sill, closed his eyes and took a nap.
My peaceful place is my hometown.
There is no place in my hometown where I can’t sleep.
Dozens of miles away, in the Chunhua Jiangshui Temple, there was an old man lying on the beam of the temple hall, chewing chicken legs. He had an apricot hairpin in his hair and was wearing embroidered clothes. He was very funny. Suddenly, he shuddered and almost
Instead of throwing the greasy chicken drumsticks on the heads of the pilgrims in the temple, this water-tribe spirit was lucky enough to be appointed by a gentleman from Guanhu Academy, so he was able to build a golden body and become the god of river water who enjoys the incense of the world.
One rose up in the air, his body turned into nothingness, and passed through the ridge of the hall. The old water god looked around, very panicked, bowed and worshiped in all directions, and said tremblingly: "Which saint is coming here? The little god is scared, scared."
And the "chief culprit".
I was taking a break from my busy schedule and taking a nap.
Morality should be upheld, all evils should be warded off, and the gods should give way.