Chapter four hundred and ninety-two Xishan old fox marrying a daughter
He just returned with his sword. Compared to his previous pursuit of Fan Yunluo, Chen Ping'an deliberately took to the air a little higher. As expected, the golden elixir ghost who was named in the White Cage City quickly took the lead and left.
It's not that Chen Pingan didn't want to pay a price, he tried to get it all in one pot, or at least he should have a fight. Originally, this trip to Qinglu Town was Chen Pingan's first choice for this group of evil things running in the south of the Ghost Valley.
However, the emergence of Pu Chun, the lord of Bailong City, made Chen Pingan change his mind. The words recording this heroic spirit in the "Xinxin Collection" were almost cumbersome, one by one, and no words were spared. Chen Pingan initially
When reading this book, I almost thought that the monk from Pima Sect who wrote "Xinxin Ji" was an admirer of Pu Chun.
The beautiful words in the book, which seemed to have the smell of blood between the lines, did not affect Chen Ping's decision. The only thing that really made Chen Ping peaceful was the four words, Nascent Soul Peak.
Since the other party finally showed up in person but did not choose to take action, Chen Ping'an was willing to take a step back.
Chen Ping'an looked at the jade-like white bones all over the ground, no less than twenty sets, killed by the Sword Immortal and Chu Yiwu. The ghostly souls of these women in the city had long since dissipated, and had become the source of the Yin Qi of this small world.
Chen Ping'an was about to collect these bones into something close at hand, when he suddenly frowned. The sword fairy was about to leave, but after thinking about it for a moment, he paused for a moment and put away most of the bones, leaving only six.
Seven gleaming white bones were in the forest. Then they wielded their swords very quickly and left Crow Ridge quickly.
Seeing the two figures on the narrow path in the distance, Chen Ping'an breathed a sigh of relief, but still felt uneasy. He sheathed his sword, put on his bamboo hat, and let it fall to the ground in a secluded place. He walked to the road and stood there, quietly.
Waiting for the Taoist couple to approach, the man and woman also saw Chen Ping'an, and just like before, they planned to go out of the path and pretended to be looking for some herbs, rocks, and soil that could be exchanged for money. However, they found that the young ranger had just picked them.
The bamboo hats did not move. The couple looked at each other and felt helpless. They had no choice but to walk back to the road. The man was in front and the woman was behind. They walked towards Chen Pingan together. It was a blessing, not a curse. It was a curse that could not be avoided. They were silent in their hearts.
Pray to Master Sanqing for protection.
After the pair of Taoist couples approached, Chen Pingan held a bamboo hat in one hand and pointed to the dense forest behind him with the other, and said: "Just now in Crow Ridge, I had a vicious fight with a group of fierce ghosts. Although I narrowly won, the escaping ghosts were extremely dangerous.
If you are not afraid of being implicated by me and want to continue traveling north, you must be more careful."
The pair of Taoist companions looked at each other with miserable expressions.
The toll paid by the archway building is five snow cents per person, which is okay, but rootless five-level cultivators like the couple are not Qi practitioners who are proficient in ghost magic.
After entering the Ghost Valley, I was consuming spiritual energy all the time, not to mention it was physically and mentally difficult. I even bought a bottle of expensive elixirs for this purpose, just to be able to go as far as possible in the Ghost Valley and visit some inaccessible places.
The place needs to be replenished by unexpected gains, otherwise if it is just for stability, it should choose the road to Lanshe Town that was ruined by the predecessors.
As long as you can become a monk and set foot on the road to immortality, some people will be fools, especially those who work as wild monks to make money. It is not an exaggeration to describe them as exhausting their efforts and exhausting all their mechanisms.
The couple's faces turned pale, and the young woman tugged at the man's sleeves, "Forget it, it's fate. It's better to practice slower than to die."
The man shook his head, held the woman's hand with his backhand, and said softly: "You can't wait any longer. The water is full and the moon is full. If you delay it any longer, it will only harm you, and a good thing will turn into a disaster."
The man let go of her hand, faced Chen Pingan, his eyes were determined, and he clasped his fists and thanked: "On the road of spiritual practice, there are many unforeseen circumstances. Since our husband and wife are in a low realm, we can only resign ourselves to fate. I really can't blame the young master. Zhuo Jing and I are still the same.
I would like to thank you, Master, for your kind reminder."
Chen Pingan asked: "This lady is about to enter the cave realm, but due to her unstable foundation, she needs to rely on fairy money and magic weapons to increase the possibility of breaking through?"
The woman sighed softly.
The man nodded and said: "Young master, you have a keen eye, it is indeed true."
Chen Pingan asked: "I would like to ask, how big is the gap?"
The man said helplessly: "For us as a couple, the amount is huge, otherwise we wouldn't have gone through this ghost valley. We really had to brave the ghost gate."
Chen Pingan asked tentatively: "How much fairy money is the difference?"
The man hesitated for a moment and said with a bitter look on his face: "To be honest, we, my husband and I, traveled to more than ten countries in the past few years and chose from thousands of places before we finally found something that was most suitable for me at a fairy shop west of Skeleton Beach.
Jing Lianhua’s natal artifact is already the most reasonable price, but it still costs 800 snow coins. This is because the store owner has the heart of a bodhisattva. He is willing to keep the spiritual artifact that has no worries about sales. It only requires us and his wife.
Within five years, the two of us had collected enough fairy money, so we could buy it at any time. We are both casual cultivators in the Lower Five Realms. We have traveled to markets in various countries over the years and are willing to make any money. But we are not good at it, so we are still short of five.
A hundred snowflakes cost money."
The woman's heart is filled with sorrow.
In fact, my husband still had something to say, which was really hard to say. This time, in order to earn 500 snow coins to enter the Ghost Valley, the bottle of pills used to replenish qi cost more than 100 snow coins.
The money they earned during their trip just now, converted into immortal money, would cost less than a piece of snow.
Money in Ghost Valley is so easy to earn.
They saw that the young ranger in blue shirt with a sword on his back seemed to be hesitating about something. He stretched out his hand to hold down the scarlet wine bottle on his waist. He must be thinking about something.
The couple stopped talking about anything, so as not to be suspected of complaining. On the way to practice, the wild cultivators met gods with higher realms. It was already a great blessing that both parties could live in peace. They did not dare to expect more. After many years of wandering under the mountain
Jiang Hu, these two Taoist couples are used to seeing scenes of wild cultivators dying violently. They have seen it so many times that they no longer even feel the sadness of a rabbit dying and a fox grieving.
When the young ranger raised his head, both the couple felt nervous.
Chen Ping'an asked: "I entered the Ghost Valley this time for experience. I had no intention of seeking wealth at first, so I didn't bring anything to hold anything. I never thought that I was inexplicably attacked by a fierce ghost in Crow Ridge before.
Although the siege has endless consequences, it can be considered a small gain. Do you think this will work? You and your wife happen to be carrying a big box. Even if you help me take away the bones, I estimate that you can sell them for a few dollars.
A little money, over there in Naiheguan market, you can sell the bones first, and then wait for me for a month. If you wait for me, you can share 20% of the profit. If I don't show up, then you don't have to.
Wait for me, no matter how much fairy money you sell it for, it will remain the private property of you and your wife."
The woman was stunned, and when she was about to speak, the man took her hand, squeezed it tightly, and stopped talking, "Master, have you ever thought about it, if we sold the bones, got snow money, and walked away, Master, how could you
Aren’t you worried?”
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Since I dare to do this business, am I afraid that I won't be able to find you two wild cultivators afterwards?"
The man asked again, "Why doesn't the young master just leave the Ghost Valley with us? We and I will work as porters for the young master and earn some hard money. As long as we don't lose money, the young master can also sell the bones himself."
Chen Ping'an frowned and said: "I said, the trip to Ghost Valley is to hone one's cultivation, not to seek wealth. If you are worried about traps, just give it up."
The man glanced at the dense forest in the distance and laughed loudly: "Then I will go to Crow Ridge with the young master. A windfall from the sky is such a beautiful thing. If you miss it, wouldn't you be punished by God? You just have to be careful.
We, the couple, must have been waiting at Naiheguan Market for a whole month!"
The man could not tolerate his wife's refusal, so he asked her to take off the big box, carry one in each hand, and follow Chen Ping'an to Crow Ridge.
When he saw the five white bones in excellent condition, he was dumbfounded and carefully packed them into wooden boxes.
The young man wearing a bamboo hat squatted not far away and looked at some rusty armor weapons.
In the end, when the pair of Taoist monks each carried a heavy suitcase on their backs and walked on the path back, they both felt as if they were in a different world and couldn't believe it.
The man was silent for a long time, then grinned and said, "It's like a dream."
The woman whispered: "Is there really such a good thing in the world?"
The man looked back and saw that the man was no longer there. After turning his head, he consoled him: "Experts act unexpectedly. Let's just treat it as if we have met the Sword Immortal."
The man gradually came back to his senses and said in a low voice: "Think about it, how many mountain and wild cultivators dare to say, 'You can sell it for a few small summer coins no matter what'? Can we say it with such a tone? That's it.
Can you say that it is so natural to pretend to be false to this young master? I guess this person must be the direct disciple of the sect's head fairy mansion, and definitely not the wild cultivator we first guessed, so he can be so generous and act like this
The style is so heroic. And the words that threaten us, listen, the keeper is a genealogy master with an amazing family background,"
The woman thought for a while and smiled softly, "Why do I think it was that young master who said some of his words to us on purpose?"
The man grinned and said, "How can there be a cultivator who works so hard to be a good person? It's strange. Could it be that we burned incense devoutly at the Yaoyinghe Temple before and the spirit appeared?"
The woman smiled and said, "Who says it's not the case?"
Chen Ping'an stood on a high branch, looking at the couple's retreating figures.
His eyes were warm, and he did not look away for a long time. He was leaning against the tree trunk. When he took off the sword gourd and drank wine, he smiled and said: "City Lord Pu is so leisurely and relaxed? In addition to sitting in the White Cage City, he also has to accept the influence of the Southern Skin City.
Pay tribute and pay filial piety to the eight cities in the inner city. If the "Xinxin Ji" is written correctly, this year happens to be the day of collecting money once every Jiazi, so it should be very busy."
The man in green clothes and white bones stood on a tree not far away and said with a smile: "A Bodhisattva's heart cannot live long in the Ghost Valley."
Chen Pingan asked: "I understand. I am curious about why I am clearly not a swordsman, but I can skillfully control the sword behind my back. I want to see how much of the spiritual energy I have consumed in my natal acupoints? Can Lord Pu decide?
Are you taking action?"
The city lord nodded and said: "I'm a little disappointed. The spiritual energy has not been lost much. It seems to be a semi-immortal weapon that recognizes its master."
Chen Ping'an asked doubtfully: "I am of such a low level, but I have such a good sword, City Lord Pu is really not tempted?"
Because the lord of Bailong City does not seem to have any murderous aura or intention.
It is easy to hide murderous intent, but hard to conceal murderous intentions.
The Nascent Soul Heroic Spirit of Bailong City, whose real name was Pu Juan, was one of the few Qi practitioners who watched the monks join the battlefield during the heart-wrenching melee between the nations. In the end, he died in the encirclement and killing by a group of earthly immortals from various countries. Pu Juan
It's not that there is no chance to escape, but for some reason, Pu Chun is exhausted and refuses to retreat. There is no answer to this matter in the "Xinxin Ji". The writer even pretends to be a private person and writes a few digressions in the book, "I once entrusted the leader of the Zhu Sect.
, when visiting Bailong City, I personally asked Pu Chun, a Nascent Soul cultivator with great potential, why he begged for death on the battlefield at the foot of the mountain, but Pu Chun ignored it. It is a pity that this case has been pending for thousands of years. "
These are naturally good words.
But there are also a lot of bad things about Pu Chun in the books.
For example, Pu Chuan acted domineeringly and unreasonably. Almost half of the swordsmen who came to Guixi Valley to practice died at his hands. Many of them were young and proud men who came from the first-class immortal family's mansion, which was the first-class in Luzhou in the north and south.
A sword embryo. For this reason, a sect-headed force with a sword immortal at its command personally took action, went south to the Skeleton Beach, and visited the White Cage City with a sword. Both sides suffered losses. The Jade Pure Realm sword immortal almost fell directly, and broke through with a flying sword.
When the sky barrier was opened, he was insidiously attacked by the Lord of Jingguan City, and was almost killed on the spot. The self-defense treasure passed down from generation to generation in Jianxian's body was destroyed and abandoned. To make matters worse, the losses were extremely heavy. This was because Pu Chun did not take advantage of the opportunity.
Beat up the drowned dog, otherwise there might be an unprecedented Yin spirit of the upper fifth level sword immortal in Ghost Valley.
Not only that, Pu Chun also took the initiative to fight with the two sect leaders of Pima Sect several times. Zhu Quan's realm was damaged and he was unable to advance to the upper five realms. Pu Chun was the number one hero of Ghost Valley.
Of course, after Pu Chun went through those several deadly battles, he also completely cut off the chance of reaching the Jade Pu Realm, and suffered even greater losses.
At this moment, Pu Chun glanced at the long sword behind Chen Pingan, "Swordsman?"
Chen Pingan nodded.
Pu Chuan asked: "Then why do you ask this? Are swordsmen in this world only allowed to be done by living people? The dead have no chance."
Chen Ping'an was confused at first, then relieved and saluted with clasped fists.
Pu Chuan twitched the corners of his mouth, laughed it off, and then disappeared.
After Chen Ping'an left Crow Ridge, he continued to travel north along the "official road" in the ghost valley. However, as long as there is a forked path next to the road, he must walk until the road ends. It may be a hidden mountain in the mountains.
The deep stream in between may also be a cliff. It is indeed a ghost valley, with mysteries hidden everywhere. When Chen Pingan was on the bank of the mountain stream, he noticed that there was an aquatic creature lying at the bottom of the stream, lurking in the river. But Chen Pingan was squatting in the river.
He took a handful of water to wash his face and hid the monster at the bottom of the water. He still had patience and did not choose to get out of the water to attack Chen Pingan. Since the other party was cautious, Chen Pingan did not take the initiative.
As for the side of the cliff where the twin mountains confront each other, there is an iron cable bridge hanging. The wooden boards have long since decayed, and only the iron chains are left swaying slightly in the wind. For Qi practitioners and pure martial artists, walking is not difficult, but Chen Pingan
It can be seen that in the central area of the iron cable bridge, not only is a large black python as thick as a log as it wraps around the pillars, gently spitting out messages, but there is also an extremely wide spider web erected not far away from the python, specifically for hunting mountain birds. The spider python is charming.
His head was only the size of a fist, and it had successfully transformed into a woman's face.
If Taoist monks traveled here and saw this scene, they might take action to slay demons and accumulate moral virtue.
But for Chen Pingan, even if the demons here want to eat someone and commit evil, they have to be met by someone.
This time Chen Pingan walked into the deep mountains and old forests along the forked road again. At the foot of a high mountain, he came across a dilapidated building that looked like a pavilion and a small temple. There was no record of this in the book. Chen Pingan planned to rest for a while and then go climbing. The small temple
It has no name, but this mountain is quite famous. According to "Xinxin Ji", this mountain is called Baojing Mountain. There is a mountain stream on the mountainside. Legend has it that in ancient times, an immortal traveled around the world and encountered the God of Thunder and the Mother of Lightning. The gods moved the clouds and caused rain.
The immortal accidentally left behind a bright mirror, a precious treasure of the immortal family, and the mountain stream was formed by the mirror falling to the ground.
The monks of the Pima Sect speculated in the book that this ancient treasure mirror was most likely a rare treasure that was considered a magic weapon but contained astonishing blessings.
Chen Pingan wanted to take a look. Anyway, when traveling in Ghost Valley, it was hard to say whether to take a detour or not. Chen Pingan used to be very resigned to the matter of chance and was sure that nothing good would happen to him. Now, things have changed a lot. It’s just that the Goddess Tian of Mural City
Opportunities like the official map should still not be touched. As for the rest, the ownerless things in the mysterious fairyland, the natural materials and earthly treasures that emerged at the right moment, Chen Pingan wanted to try his luck.
Chen Ping'an lit a bonfire in the ruined temple. The fire glowed with a faint green color, like a will-o'-the-wisp in a tomb.
Chen Pingan was eating dry food when he noticed a short old man walking on the path outside holding a wooden stick with a gourd hanging on it. Chen Pingan was eating the dry food by himself without saying hello.
The old man stood at the door of the small temple and asked with a smile: "Master, are you planning to go to the deep stream in Baojing Mountain?"
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "Exactly."
The old man sighed with emotion: "Sir, I am not just pretending to make shocking words. That place is really thrilling. Although it is called a stream, it is actually deep, steep and wide, as big as a lake. The water is so clear that you can see the bottom. It probably really corresponds to that sentence.
In other words, if the water is clear, there will be no fish, and there will be no fish swimming in the stream. Birds, birds, snakes, pythons, foxes, dogs, and beasts will not dare to come here to drink water. Birds often throw themselves into the stream and die. Over time, there will be
This is the saying about Juhunjian. The bottom of the lake is full of white bones. In addition to birds and beasts, there are also many practitioners who do not believe in evil. They also died looking at the lake. They have been practicing Taoism and have been reduced to water transport in mountain streams."
Chen Ping'an asked with a smile: "How dare I ask the old gentleman, do you want me to go to see the lake, or do you want me to just turn around and go back?"
"Master, how do you say this?"
The old man wondered: "I naturally hope that the young master will not take risks to enjoy the scenery. Since the young master is a Taoist and has never seen any magnificent scenery in the sky and on the earth, why should he take risks for a mountain stream? For thousands of years, not only has he
The monks of Ma Zong cannot find out the answer to the mystery. Many land gods who have entered this mountain have never taken away the opportunity. The young master can see that he comes from a wealthy family. The son of a rich man cannot sit down in the hall. This is what the old man said, otherwise he will be misunderstood by the young master."
Chen Ping'an glanced at the wooden stick with a few green buds in the old man's hand and asked: "Is the old man the land master here?"
The old man held a stick in one hand and stroked his beard with the other and said with a smile: "Among the mountains in Guixi Valley, there is no such thing as a land lord, but there are indeed some land lords. I stepped on shit and was able to be among them. My little treasure mirror mountain
A small amount of land is the light of a grain of rice, but those heroic masters who occupy high cities and towns to eat incense and eat a lot of energy can be said to be the brilliance of the sun and the moon."
Chen Ping'an asked: "May I ask the old gentleman's true identity?"
The old man blew his beard and glared, and said angrily: "You young boy, you don't know etiquette. In the dynasty of the market, even the monks don't talk about their reputation or longevity. As a cultivator, you meet the gods in the mountains and rivers. How can you ask about the past life! I
It seems that you are definitely not a genealogy master. Why, little wild cultivator, you can’t survive outside, so you come to our Ghost Valley, to my Baojing Mountain to exchange your life for good fortune? If you die, you will be defeated, but if you don’t die, you will get rich?
"
The old man shook his head, turned and left, "It seems that another corpse will be found at the bottom of the mountain stream."
The gourd tied to the head of the staff looks as green as if it had just been picked from the vine.
Chen Pingan stretched out his hand to warm himself by the fire and smiled.
The old man who claims to be the landowner of Baojing Mountain has some deceptive tricks and deceitful tricks, which really seem to leak from all sides and are not worth mentioning.
It was difficult for him to find the wooden stick that was like a dead tree still sprouting green buds in spring, and the green gourd that exuded the fragrance of the mountains.
However, the smell of fox in the old man's body is still not well concealed, and in the vast world, it is an iron rule that fox spirits in the world cannot become mountain gods.
Chen Pingan guessed that the old fox's true identity was the Hebo God of that mountain stream? He hoped that he would accidentally throw himself into the lake and die, but he was also afraid that if he took away the chance of the precious mirror, it would lose its way.
Fundamentally, that’s why I came here to confirm it with my own eyes. Of course, the old fox may also be the helper of a certain landscape god in Baojing Mountain. However, there are not many records about the god in Ghost Valley, only that the number is rare, and generally
Only the heroic spirit of the city lord can be considered half of it. The rest of the land with mountains and rivers, "canonized" ghosts on their own, is too unfair and unfair.
Chen Pingan was drinking wine.
I saw the old fox coming outside the ruined temple again, and said with an embarrassed face: "Young master must have seen through the identity of the old man, and this little trick is making people laugh. Indeed, the old fox is the old fox of Xishan. And this Baojing Mountain has never been there.
The land, the god of mountains and rivers like He Bo?. Lao Chan has grown up and practiced in the Baojing Mountain area since he was a child. He really relies on the aura of the mountain stream. However, there is a girl at his knees. On the day she transformed into a human form and attained enlightenment, she made a vow,
Regardless of whether he is a cultivator or a ghost, as long as he can go to the mountain stream and take out the golden hairpin that she accidentally left in the water when she was young, she is willing to marry him."
The old man lamented: "I have been waiting for hundreds of years. My poor daughter was born with such beauty and beauty. I don't know how many ghosts in the neighborhood have rejected my proposed marriage. It has caused a lot of unhappiness. If this continues, I will
Even in the Baojing Mountain area, I can't hang out together, so today I saw the handsome young master, and thought that if the young master could take out the golden hairpin, it would save me this big worry. As for taking out the golden hairpin,
Later, when the young master leaves Ghost Valley, I have no control over whether he takes my little girl with him. I am willing to sleep and fly with her. As for whether she is a concubine or a maid, I don't care. We are in Xishan
The Fox Clan never cares about these human etiquette."
Chen Ping'an waved his hand and said: "I don't care what your plans are. Don't get involved again. How many times have you made things superfluous? How about I help you count them?"
The old man asked tentatively: "Did I go too far again about the golden hairpin?"
Chen Pingan nodded and said, "What do you think?"
The old man beat his chest and stamped his feet, turned around and left angrily, suddenly stopped and turned around, and said bitterly: "How come you people outside are so treacherous and hard to deceive?! Is it possible that there are liars hiding outside the Ghost Valley?"
Chen Pingan laughed dumbly.
The old man glanced at the dry food in Chen Ping'an's hand and began to curse: "He is also a poor man! He wants money but no money, and he wants looks but no looks. How can my daughter like you? Get out of here! You are a stinky, unwanted thing. How dare you?"
Come to Baojing Mountain to hunt for treasure..."
Chen Ping'an raised the little dry food left in his hand and said with a smile, "I'll settle the score with you after I finish eating."
The old Xishan fox quickly ran away.
Chen Pingan ate dry food, rested for a while, extinguished the bonfire, sighed, picked up a piece of firewood that had not yet been burned, and walked out of the ruined temple. A woman in red and green came from a distance. She was just skinny.
, the key is that Chen Ping'an immediately recognized "her" true identity, it was the old Xishan fox who didn't know where he had hidden the stick and gourd, so he stopped being polite and threw out the piece of firewood in his hand, just in time.
The old Xishan fox's forehead was hit by the blinding and disguise skills, which were thousands of miles away from the face created by Zhu Lian. He flew upside down like a kite with a broken string. He twitched twice and fainted. He should have died in a moment.
Can't wake up.
Chen Pingan, who finally had some quiet time, slowly climbed the mountain. When he arrived near the mountain stream, he was stunned for a moment and came back? Still haunted?
Without saying a word, Chen Ping'an stretched out his hand to grab the stone, weighed the weight of the stone in his hand, and threw it away with a little more force. He was still kind and soft-hearted at the ruined temple at the foot of the mountain.
There was a woman by the mountain stream with her back to Chen Pingan, sitting cross-legged on a snow-white stone cliff. A pair of embroidered shoes were neatly placed beside her. She held a small green umbrella diagonally and gently twisted the umbrella handle.
If there were no previous disgusting scenes and just looking at this picture, Chen Pingan would definitely not take action directly.
As a result, Chen Ping'an's stone directly penetrated the small green umbrella, hit his head, and fell to the ground with a bang.
Chen Ping'an was quite particular. He didn't hit the back of the head directly, otherwise he would have fallen directly into this strange mountain stream. Instead, he only hit the guy so hard that he fell to the ground and fainted, but he didn't fall into the water.
Chen Pingan ignored the old Xishan fox.
Taking a deep breath, I carefully walked to the water's edge and looked at it intently. The water in the mountain stream was indeed deep and steep, but crystal clear. There were only rugged white bones at the bottom of the water, and a few grains of light shining slightly. They were probably the spirits carried by the Qi practitioners.
The treasure artifact has been washed away by water for thousands of years, and its spiritual energy has been eroded until only this little bit of light is left. It is estimated that it is a magic weapon, but it may not be worth more than a spiritual weapon now.
Chen Ping'an was lucky and wanted to follow those light spots to find if there were one or two magical artifacts belonging to the five elements of water. Once they fell to the bottom of the mountain stream, their quality might be improved.
However, Chen Ping'an is always wary of this soul-binding stream. After all, there are strange creatures here that like to commit suicide by drowning.
Chen Ping'an suddenly turned his head and saw a short old man running out of the woods holding a wooden stick and hanging a gourd. He ran all the way to the water, wailing about my poor daughter, why did she die before she got married?
Lost in this.
Chen Pingan had a headache.
Chen Ping'an raised his eyes and looked at a jagged snow-white rock cliff on the other side of the deep stream. A man in ragged clothes sat up inside, stretching. Then he saw him swaggering to the water's edge, sat down, and put his feet into the water.
, laughed loudly and said: "The white clouds reach the top to make a high crown. I wear a robe when I enter the green mountains, and the green water acts as my shoes. I am not a god, who is a god?"
The old fox from Xishan suddenly raised his voice even louder and cursed angrily: "You are a bastard who is so poor that his crotch is exposed, and you are still here making fun of your uncle. Aren't you always clamoring to be my son-in-law?
Now that my daughter has been beaten to death by evildoers, what do you think?"
The man leaned forward and put his hands into the water. After glancing at Chen Ping'an, he turned to look at Xishan Old Fox and said with a smile: "Don't worry, your daughter just fainted. This man's moves were too light and soft.
I don’t even have the shame to act like a hero to save a beautiful lady. Otherwise, you, a despicable old fox, would really have a son-in-law riding a dragon. Maybe even Pu Chun will make friends with you, and even Jingguan City will invite you.
You go and be a guest."
The daughter in the old fox's arms woke up faintly and frowned blankly.
The old fox almost burst into tears with excitement, and said in a trembling voice: "I'm scared to death. If you, my daughter, are gone, then your future son-in-law's betrothal gift will be gone."
The girl pursed her lips and smiled. She had long been accustomed to these calculations of her old father. What's more, the mountain spirits and ghosts were completely different from the human ethics in the secular market.
Chen Ping'an turned to look at Lao Hu and said, "This girl, I'm sorry."
The girl turned her head, as if she was shy and timid by nature and did not dare to see people. Not only that, she also covered her face with one hand and picked up the small green umbrella with an extra hole in it with the other hand, and then she breathed a sigh of relief.
The old fox pushed away the obstructive green umbrella, stretched his neck, faced the young bastard wearing a bamboo hat, and shouted heartbreakingly: "Is it enough to just say I'm sorry? My daughter's appearance is stunning.
Even if a black hair falls off, it's a huge loss, let alone if you get hit so hard, you'll have to pay for it! At least five... No, it must be ten pieces of snow money!"
Chen Ping'an gently threw ten snow coins, but his eyes remained on the man opposite.
The old fox from Xishan seemed to be grabbed by the neck, caught the handful of snow coins, held them in his hands, and looked down with complicated eyes.
The man opposite who was still slapping water on his face and washing his face raised his head and said with a smile: "Look at what I do, I have no intention of killing you."
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "That's good."
The man pointed at the girl holding a green umbrella and said to Chen Pingan: "But if you rob her from me, it will be difficult."
Chen Pingan shook his head, too lazy to speak.
But at this moment, a girl's voice, as thin as a mosquito's fly, softly overflowed from the small green umbrella, "Dare you ask the young master's name? Why did you knock me out with stones? Did you see the golden hairpin under the water just now?"
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The old fox from Xishan suddenly said loudly: "Two paupers, whoever is rich will be my son-in-law!"
Chen Ping's arrangement turned a deaf ear.
The man bent over and sat by the water, holding his chin in one hand, his eyes wandering on the small green umbrella and bamboo hat.