The ancestral mountain of the Pima sect is called Muyi. It is a towering mountain, but there are no luxurious buildings and the monks only build thatch. Since there are few monks of the Pima sect, it is even more deserted. There is only a plaque with "Dharma Elephant" hanging on the mountainside to entertain guests.
The mansion can barely be regarded as a fairyland resort.
Three days ago, Muyi Mountain began to close down and no longer entertained guests.
Not only that, the archway building at the entrance of Ghost Valley has also begun to be under martial law, and experienced people are not allowed to leave or enter.
From the Naiheguan Market, to the Mural City, to the Swaying River area, and the entire Skeleton Beach, I didn't think there was anything unreasonable about it.
Because I have seen even more unreasonable things.
First, the three paintings of Heavenly Officials and Goddess in the Mural City were turned into white drawings on the same day.
Compared with the great changes that followed, this was nothing. Many monks in Skeleton Beach were still immersed in the loss of three good fortunes. It didn’t take long for them to witness a thrilling scene one by one. Late at night,
On the land of the Skeleton Beach, a huge white skeleton appeared out of thin air, as tall as a mountain. It appeared in an invincible posture. It should be the Dharma Appearance of Gao Cheng, the Lord of Jingguan City in the Ghost Valley. He used brute force to open the barrier of heaven and earth in one fell swoop.
The white bones that should have been hiding in the underworld appeared in the world, and there was a great conflict with the world of the sun. The white bones rubbed against the aura of the bone beach, and a burst of brilliant sparks bloomed, making the white bones appear like the ancient fire god coming to the world.
.
The white bones were obviously chasing a golden light that was rushing south towards the Muyi Mountain Patriarch Hall. Although Gao Cheng was delayed by the sword from Ghost Valley, the person who used the sword hovered in the air and confronted the Qianzhang White Bones.
Rice grains, but every time the sword is struck, wind and thunder shake, the brilliance surges, and the strike from a distance is like building a long bridge. Judging from its appearance, it must be Zhu Quan, the leader of the Pima Sect, but there is still a sword, and its power is not inferior to that of Yu Pu Realm.
In Zhuquan, bright sword energy rises from the earth. The sword light is like a rainbow, and it is very fast and straight.
The slanted white bones on the shoulder seemed to be restrained by another force in the Ghost Valley, but he still raised his palm high and pressed it down heavily, suddenly rolling up a sinister and thick sea of clouds. Ghosts cried and wolves howled, and the sea of clouds seemed to have gathered dozens of people.
The souls of evil ghosts who cannot be reincarnated after death are struggling in a sea of misery.
The sea of clouds quickly pressed towards the Patriarch Hall of the Pima Sect, and then the Pima Sect's mountain-protecting formation was opened, and more than a thousand armored puppets were snatched out from the Muyi Mountain. One of them was several feet tall, wearing talisman iron armor, with golden and silver threads flowing all over his body.
, crashing into the sea of clouds, the sea of clouds continued to be thinned, but the tendency of falling was still there. In Muyi Mountain, waves of armored heroic spirits came one after another. In the end, the sea of clouds and thousands of landscape heroic puppets created by the Pima Sect strangled each other. In the end, both sides
Both jade and stone are burned.
At the same time, a line of light spread down the mountain from the Muyi Mountain Patriarch Hall, traveling like thunder and lightning, interweaving a bright formation on the other side of the archway building, and then a five-hundred-foot-tall golden god rose from the ground.
Holding a huge sword in hand, he swept the sword towards the waist of the white bone dharma image.
Jingguan City Gao Cheng's White Bone Phantasm was unable to hit the ground with one strike. At the border between the Ghost Valley and the Skeleton Beach, another golden god suddenly drew out his sword. The huge white bones grabbed the sword's edge with one hand. Golden light and sparks fell to the ground like rain, and the whole skeleton suddenly fell.
The sky and the earth shook, and the Bone Master threw away the giant sword with his arms. He fell down and disappeared into the shadow of the earth in an instant. He must have retreated into the small world of Ghost Valley.
The golden-bodied spirit also returned to the formation, and the light also returned to the Muyi Mountain Patriarch Hall, condensing into an orb held in the mouth of a bronze dragon statue in the ancestral hall.
The night at the Skeleton Beach slowly returned to silence.
In the Xian family mansion halfway up the mountain.
Pang Lanxi, a young man who had high hopes from the Pima Sect, sat at a stone table and looked hard at the young ranger opposite, who was flipping through a yellowed book of war that had been looted from the Yangchang Palace.
Although Pang Lanxi is young, he has a high seniority. He is the only direct descendant of an ancestor of Pima Sect. Several Jindan monks have to call him "Little Master Uncle". As for more middle and fifth realm monks, they can only call him "Little Master Uncle".
He is a junior uncle. In the past three days, the swordsman in blue has been the only guest in the mansion. Pang Lanxi has been here several times before. Out of curiosity, he has talked about what should be said and asked what should be asked. The other party clearly
He was very sincere and did not deliberately talk about it in circles, but when Pang Lanxi thought about it afterwards, it seemed that nothing he said got to the point.
It's hard to imagine that the person in front of him is the poor painting buyer who shamelessly bargained with him in Mural City.
At that time, her childhood sweetheart had to run out of the shop to remind this man not to show yellow or white things when he was walking in the world. It turned out that they had all been deceived by this guy.
The ancestor of the sect who was in charge of the precepts in the ancestral hall did not want to reveal the secret. He only said that he would wait until the sect leader returned to Muyi Mountain. However, he sighed with emotion at the end. At this level, he could escape from Gao Cheng in the Ghost Valley.
This skill is really quite big.
Pang Lanxi became more and more curious about what happened in the Ghost Valley and how the person in front of him could provoke the Lord of Jingguan City.
Chen Pingan put down the military book written by the military general of Shence State in his early years, remembered something, and asked with a smile: "Lanxi, the eight murals in Mural City have all become white drawings. At the foot of the three goddesses riding a deer, hanging inkstones and Xingyu."
What will happen to the shop business in the future?"
Pang Lanxi was also a little troubled and said helplessly: "What else can I do? Xingzi is almost worried to death. She said that there will be no business in the future. Now that the mural city has lost those three blessings, the number of guests must have dropped sharply. What can I do?"
I had no choice but to comfort her and told her some truths that I had heard from my senior brother and nephew. I never thought that Xingzi would not only be ungrateful, she would also get sulky with me and ignore me. Chen Pingan, why is Xingzi like this?
, I obviously mean well, why is she still not happy?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Do you want to know why?"
Pang Lanxi nodded and said, "Of course."
Chen Ping'an's smile grew wider, "Lan Xi, I heard that your great-grandfather still has several boxes of complete sets of gallery-filled paintings of goddesses, and they are the most time-consuming and painstaking work of your great-grandfather's life."
Pang Lanxi was stunned for a moment, and after a while, he said decisively: "As long as you can help me solve my doubts, I will steal the painting for you!"
Chen Ping'an was speechless, and stretched out his hand to signal Pang Lanxi, who had already stood up, to sit down quickly, "A gentleman does not take advantage of others, and I do not covet those sets of gallery books. I only hope that you can persuade your great-grandfather to start writing again and draw one or two
This is a set of hard-coated textbooks that are not inferior to many others. I paid for them, not for you to steal them. One set is enough, two sets are better, and three sets are best."
Pang Lanxi was a little skeptical, "That's it?"
Chen Pingan nodded.
Pang Lanxi was still a little hesitant, "Stealing is good or bad. The disadvantage is that you will definitely get scolded, and maybe even a beating. The advantage is that it is a one-time deal, which is more convenient. But if you are so shameless that my great-grandfather picked up the pen.
, it is not easy to really paint with your heart. My great-grandfather has a weird temper. Everyone in our Pima sect has learned this. He always says that the more careful you are in painting, the more similar it will be. If you buy it for the vulgar men in the world, the more you will offend those eight people.
A goddess."
Chen Ping'an nodded, "Sincerity leads to spiritual success. Without this foundation of piety, your great-grandfather might not be able to draw that charm. Otherwise, what would be so difficult for the so-called master of painting to copy the scrolls and see every detail? But why?
Or is it your great-great-grandfather who is the most magical? Just because your great-grandfather has a pure state of mind, it’s hard to believe that all the eight goddesses saw it back then. They were connected with each other and naturally wrote wonderful works."
Pang Lanxi blinked.
Is this honest talk or flattery?
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Outside the mansion, there was a tall white-haired old man with a pen and inkstone hanging on his waist. He turned to look at a close friend of the Pima Sect ancestor, who was putting away his palms.
The white-haired old man asked: "With this kid's state of mind, he shouldn't know that we are eavesdropping, right?"
The ancestor smiled and said: "I helped you cover up your anger, so you probably don't know. However, there are countless magic techniques in the world, and there may not be any accidents. Just seeing that he can escape from the Ghost Valley cannot be inferred by common sense."
The white-haired old man stroked his beard and smiled, "No matter what, these words have won my heart."
The ancestor of the Pima Sect was the one who followed Jiang Shangzhen into the secret realm of murals. "Are you really willing to sell it?"
Pang Shanling, the great-grandfather of Pang Lanxi, had great ambitions when he was young and vowed to paint all the spectacular mountains in the world, but later he settled down in Pima Sect for some unknown reason. Pang Shanling asked in a low voice: "Shall we take a look again?"
I would like to hear how this foreign boy will give Lan Xi some guidance."
The ancestor frowned and said displeasedly: "I am a guest. I couldn't defeat you before, so I used some magical powers. If I continue to eavesdrop, it is not in line with our Pima Sect's way of hospitality."
Pang Shanling glared and said: "Lan Xi has lost the good fortune of riding a deer goddess. If you have another chance at love, I would like to see if Lan Xi's master will call you a bloody bitch!"
The ancestor sneered and said: "His ability to scold people is great, but my ability to hit people is better than him. How could he not curse people for a while and stay in bed for a month?"
Pang Shanling suddenly laughed and said: "I will give you a set of hard yellow pictures of goddesses later, which are worthy of the reputation of "wonderful writing and flowering".
The ancestor raised his palm, looked at the mountains and rivers, and said with a smile: "I'm just waiting for your words. It's too slow and unpleasant."
However, this ancestor quickly put away his magical power, and Pang Shanling asked in confusion: "Why?"
The ancestor smiled and said: "The other party is not too happy. Let's accept it as soon as we see fit. Otherwise, go back to the sect leader and sue me for making a fuss, and you will have to walk away with nothing to eat. There is such a big commotion in Ghost Valley, it is not easy to let go
That Gao Cheng took the initiative to show his Dharma appearance, left his lair, and appeared in the Bone Beach. Not only did the sect master take action himself, but we also used the mountain protection formation, which actually cut off its century-old cultivation. The sect master must be in a terrible mood when he returns to the mountain this time.
"
Pang Shanling was a little worried. The Ghost Valley has been completely isolated from the outside world in the past two days. Although the natal lamps in the Patriarch Hall are still on, this means that there are no casualties among the monks stationed in Pima Zong Qinglu and Lanshe Town.
. But God knows whether that Gao Cheng will be so angry that he will fight to the death with the Pima Sect. The thousand-year confrontation between the Skeleton Beach and the Ghost Valley will be broken in an instant. Pang Shanling is afraid that suddenly at some moment, the Ancestral Hall will be destroyed.
This is the dismal end of one natal lamp being extinguished one after another, and the extinguishing speed will definitely be extremely fast.
When the time comes, no one can guarantee how many lamps will be left, not even the sect leader Zhu Quan or the golden elixir Du Wensi. If a war really begins, in the style of the monks of the Pi Ma Sect, it is impossible to say that the natal lamp will be extinguished first.
Yes, it is them, the great monks.
The ancestor guessed what Pang Shanling was thinking and comforted him with a smile: "This time Gao Cheng's vitality was damaged, he must be furious. This is reasonable, but there is still some good news in Guixi Valley.
The person who drew the sword earlier was none other than Pu Chun from Bailong City, and there was also the Nascent Soul Heroic Spirit who was a military general from the Shence Kingdom. He had always been at odds with Jingguan City. When the sky was broken earlier, I saw that it seemed to be intending to intervene.
Kick it. Don’t forget, there is also the Peach Grove in Ghost Valley, and the two worldly masters in that temple and temple will not let Gao Cheng kill wantonly."
Pang Shanling nodded slightly, "I hope so."
Over there at the mansion.
Pang Lanxi didn't care, but his childhood sweetheart Xingzi was the most important, and said: "Okay, you say, but it must be something I think makes sense, otherwise I won't go to my great-grandfather to ask for scolding."
Chen Pingan first raised his hands and clasped his fists, signaling to the immortal masters outside not to push too far. Then he gently placed one hand on the military book and stroked it gently with his palm. He only discovered Yangchang Palace after leaving Ghost Valley.
Most of the books carefully collected by the demon-catching immortal were well maintained and in good condition. These were rare and rare books that had survived for thousands of years, and they were even the only ones. He felt very good and began to answer the questions of the young man in front of him, laughing softly.
Said: "Lan Xi, do you think it is difficult for you to reach the golden elixir realm and become a land god in the eyes of an ordinary person?"
Pang Lanxi said sincerely: "Chen Ping'an, I'm really not bragging. Golden elixir is easy, Yuanying is not difficult."
Chen Ping'an nodded. What Pang Lanxi said is true. In the past few days, he stayed in the Pima Sect's mansion and through chatting with the young man in front of him, as well as several direct disciples of the Pima Sect, including Yang Lin, the Jindan monk of Mural City.
Through exchanges, we roughly know Pang Lanxi's importance in the Pima Sect. It is very likely that he was cultivated as a future sect leader, at least a person in charge of the power of the Pima Sect.
Moreover, Pang Lanxi is extremely talented, has a pure mind, and is kind to others. Whether it is his innate character or acquired temperament, he is incomparably consistent with the Pima Sect. This is the wonderful thing about the Dao. If Pang Lanxi was born in Shujian Lake, he would be the same person.
, maybe the achievement of the great road will not be high, because the Shujian Lake will continue to wear away Pang Lanxi's original character, so that it will affect his cultivation and opportunities. But in the Muyi Mountain of Pima Sect, he is like a fish in water, as if a match made in heaven. Probably this
It is the so-called soil and water that nurtures a person. Some people blame others, but they may not be completely self-aware. It is true that they were unlucky at that time.
Pang Lanxi saw that Chen Pingan was starting to be in a daze, and couldn't help but remind him: "Chen Pingan, don't be confused. One or two sets of notebooks are waving at you. Why are you wandering thousands of miles away?"
Chen Pingan apologized, and then asked: "You are a deity on the mountain who is destined to live a long life, but your girl Xingzi is a mortal down the mountain. Have you ever thought about this? Ordinary women will have some gray hair at the age of forty.
At the age of Jiazi, she may already be a gray-haired old woman. How will you ask Miss Xingzi to face Pang Lanxi, who may still have the appearance of a teenager, or at most a weak-headed appearance? "
Pang Lanxi's heart tightened, and she murmured: "I can deliberately follow the times and people, and not let that appearance stay, and I will become a white-haired old man."
Chen Pingan shook his head and said, "You are wrong again and again."
Pang Lanxi raised his head, looking confused.
Chen Ping'an said: "Not to mention that when the time comes, your old man's skin in Panglanxi will still be restrained and radiant. Let's not talk about it."
Chen Pingan paused for a moment and asked softly: "Have you ever put yourself in the shoes of the girl Xingzi you miss so much? Some things, no matter how well you think about them, no matter how well-intentioned they are, they must be what they are.
Is it okay? Does it have to be right? Have you ever thought that giving true kindness to the other person is never a matter of wishful thinking between me and us? "
Pang Lanxi was about to speak but stopped.
Chen Pingan said slowly: "Over there in the Mural City, I was just a passer-by who met you by chance. Since she asked you to chase me out of the shop and reminded me to be more careful, she must be a person worthy of your kindness.
My dear girl, I was observing the two of you in the shop earlier. As a bystander, I can roughly tell that Miss Xingzi is a person with a delicate mind but a broad mind. It is extremely rare, so it will not be because of you.
She is a fairy who eats and drinks the dew on Pima Zong Mountain. She is just a merchant at the foot of the mountain who deals with money all the year round. She will feel ashamed when she gets along with you, but she is not like that. Do you really know how rare this state of mind is?
How good is it?”
Chen Pingan shook his head and said, "You don't know."
Pang Lanxi was speechless, her lips moving slightly.
Chen Pingan said: "So these years, she is actually taking care of your state of mind, hoping that you can practice with peace of mind and climb higher on the mountain step by step. If I guess correctly, every time you rarely go down the mountain to help in the shop, when you parted, she
You won't show too much reluctance in person, and you will be a little depressed afterwards, worried that she doesn't actually like you as much as you like her, right?"
Pang Lanxi's eyes were a little sore and she pursed her lips tightly.
Chen Pingan sighed and took out a pot of wine. It was not fairy wine, but the kind of hometown rice wine that Longquan County sells to Dali and Gyeonggi. Chen Pingan took a sip and said, "You have never really thought about her thoughts.
But I only think about what I should do, is this okay?"
Pang Lanxi shook his head, "Not good, very bad."
"So, this time the Mural City Goddess Picture has no luck, the shop may not be able to open. You just think it is a trivial matter, because for you, Pang Lanxi, it is naturally a trivial matter. A market shop can make a few more profits and losses in a year.
Xiaoshu money? I, Pang Lanxi, received the fairy money from the Pima Zong Patriarch Hall in one year. How much is it? However, you have no idea what a shop that happens to be opened at the foot of Pima Zong Mountain means to a city girl.
For her, it’s such a big deal. Without this job, even if it’s just moving to Naiheguan Market, wouldn’t it be a big deal for her?”
Chen Ping'an took another sip of wine, his voice was soft and mellow, and the content of his words was as good as wine. He said slowly: "A girl's thoughts are probably more long-term than those of a boy of the same age. How can I put it? The difference between the two is just like that of a boy.
The girl's thoughts are like walking on a mountain and only looking at the heights, but the girl's thoughts are like a winding river, winding and flowing into the distance."
Pang Lanxi frowned hard, remembering some sad scene. Just thinking about it made this young man who had no worries or long-term concerns feel very worried, and there were already some tears in his eyes.
Chen Pingan glanced at him and sighed softly.
It can be said that Gongliudao Liu Laocheng, who has a tough heart and seems to have a heart of stone, once suffered a huge setback when it came to the word love.
Chen Pingan suddenly laughed, "What are you afraid of? Now that you know more, you can do better in the future and think more about her. If it doesn't work, I feel that I am not good at thinking about my daughter's family, then
I'll teach you the stupidest way to tell her what's on your mind without feeling embarrassed. A man's face needs to be lost outside, but when it comes to the woman you like, you don't have to force yourself to do everything."
Pang Lanxi nodded, wiped his face, and said with a bright smile: "Chen Pingan, how do you know so much?"
After all, he is a person who practices Taoism. After he breaks it down, it is like removing a leaf that blinds his eyesight, and Pang Lanxi's state of mind becomes clear again.
Chen Ping'an raised the wine bottle in his hand and shook it, "I travel around the world and drink."
Pang Lanxi asked curiously: "Is wine really that delicious?"
Chen Pingan said nothing and just drank.
Still waiting patiently for news from Ghost Valley.
In fact, there are some things that Chen Pingan can explain more clearly to the young man. However, once the context is revealed, it may involve the great road. This is a taboo for monks on the mountain. Chen Pingan will not cross this thunder pond.
Furthermore, the love between boys and girls is ignorant and hazy, but it is a kind of beauty, so why bother to break it down and go into too much detail.
Pang Lanxi said goodbye and left, saying that she had at least two sets of hard yellow copies of pictures of goddesses and that she was not running away. She was just waiting for good news from him.
When Pang Lanxi was about to walk out of the courtyard, Chen Pingan suddenly called out to the young man and said with a smile: "By the way, remember this, if you really feel that what I said to you makes sense, when you do it,
You still have to think more about it, as it may not necessarily suit you just because it sounds good."
Pang Lanxi waved his hand and said with a smile: "I'm not really stupid, don't worry, I will figure it out on my own!"
Chen Pingan stood up and walked around the stone table, practicing six-step walking.
In the dusk of that day, Chen Pingan stopped his fist and turned around to look.
From the direction where the white bones and the golden-armored god appeared on the bone beach, a figure came riding the wind. When an Earth Immortal did not deliberately restrain his momentum and traveled far away in the wind, there was often thunder and great movement. But
After reaching the upper five realms and "integrating" with the heaven and earth, you can be silent, with almost no ripples of energy. The figure running straight towards Muyi Mountain should be the sect leader Zhuquan, Yupu Realm,
In the end, it still caused such a big commotion. Either it was a deliberate demonstration to frighten some forces lurking in the Skeleton Beach and ready to move, or it was because in the Ghost Valley, the leader of the Pi Ma Sect had been seriously injured, leading to an unstable state.
After the figure swept into Muyi Mountain, it suddenly stopped and then shot like an arrow into the mountainside mansion.
In the small courtyard, the strong wind blew, making Chen Ping'an's sleeves rustle.
It was Zhu Quan who practiced in Jiemao, Qinglu Town.
Chen Ping'an cupped his fists and said, "Thank you, Master Zhu."
Zhu Quan waved his hand and sat at the stone table. He saw the wine bottle on the table and waved, "If you are sincere, please quickly treat me to a bottle of wine to satisfy my craving."
Chen Ping'an sat across from him and took out a pot of rice wine, "It's just hometown rice wine, not the fairy wine from the mountains."
Zhu Quan opened the mud seal, raised his head and took a big sip. After wiping his mouth, he said, "It's a bit weak, but at least it's wine, not water."
She glanced at the young man sitting quietly across from her and asked: "Are you familiar with Pu Gu? Your previous travels in Ghost Valley, even when you were on the rampage with Yang Ningxing, I never went to see you. I didn't know you.
How much power do you have that can make Pu Gu use the sword for you?"
Chen Ping'an shook his head and said: "I'm not familiar with it. To be precise, it's a bit festive. Over at Yaowu Ridge, I had a conflict with the female ghost from Skinny City. It was Pu Zhun who stopped me from chasing Fan Yunluo. Later, Pu Zhun showed up on his own initiative.
He came to see me once, and when I saw him wearing a green shirt and wielding a sword, I asked him why he didn't covet the sword on my back."
Zhu Quan said that the rice wine was bland, but he drank a lot. He soon reached the bottom, slammed the wine bottle on the table, and asked: "What do you mean by Pu Guan?"
Chen Pingan smiled but said nothing.
Zhu Quan sighed, are these two really the same thing?
Why, if you wear a green shirt and use that sword, then you will be great?
But Zhu Quan glanced at the jug. Forget it, he had already drank other people's wine, so he had to be more polite. Besides, any foreign man with that shit like Jiang Shangzhen in front of him was just a flower in Zhu Quan's eyes.
An ordinary good man. Not to mention the young man in front of him, who had previously used "Da Li Piyunshan Chen Ping'an" as his opening words. Zhuquan was quite fond of that deal. Peiyunshan, Zhuquan had naturally heard of it, and even
She had heard of Wei Bo, the Great Li Beiyue God, several times. There was nothing she could do about it. The Pima Sect's financial path in other continents depended on the cross-continental ferry. And the second sentence of the man who called himself Chen Ping'an
She also believed her words. The young man said that he occupied half of the Niujiao Mountain Ferry, so in the next five hundred years, all Pima Zong ferries would dock at the shore without spending a single penny. Zhu Quan felt that for this money, I
Anyway, a long-term business that doesn’t cost a single copper coin is definitely achievable! If word spreads about this, who would dare to say that she, the leader of the clan, is a prodigal woman?
But Zhu Quan was still a little frustrated. The guy in front of him looked too much like his nemesis Pu Gu. He smiled and said: "Actually, you are doing something unnecessary. When you found me before, you didn't need to give any conditions at all. As long as it was for the north, don't do it."
It’s said that in Jingguan City, I will stop any skeleton that I don’t like. Are you feeling distressed right now? Are you being cautious?”
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Master Zhu is heroic and righteous. This is the style of the Pi Ma Sect. But I am a guest and a junior. I have to be a good person. I still have to have the etiquette I should have."
Zhu Quan rubbed his chin, "The words are nice, but they don't sound good to me."
Chen Pingan took out another bottle of wine.
Zhu Quan nodded and said with a smile: "The words may not please my ears, but I think they are more pleasing to your eyes."
Chen Pingan picked up the unfinished pot of rice wine and drank it slowly.
Zhu Quan glanced at the young man's way of drinking and shook his head, feeling dissatisfied again.
"No need to bring out any more wine."
Zhu Quan finished the second bottle of wine and put the empty wine bottle on the table, "Pugou really pissed off Jingguan City this time, and it won't be easy for him in the future. It's just that this guy never cares about this anyway. Gao
Cheng Ye bothered him, let's fight, it won't work if we don't use all our strength, but if we fight to death, we can really kill Pu Gu, but Jingguan City will have to lose some vitality, and it won't work if we don't fight. After all, Gao Cheng this time
I lost all my face. First, I failed to kill you, and then Jiang Gouzhi's broken net held me for a long time. When Gao Cheng returned to Ghost Valley, guess what, he couldn't bear to pull out the broken net that was full of snow money.
He was so messed up that he could only hold his nose and put it away. Haha, before Gao Cheng became famous in the Skeleton Beach, he might have been used to doing this kind of thrifty thing. After he became famous, he never thought that this day would come to him! Jiang Shangzhen is such a rotten maggot with a black heart and a big pervert.
, I can actually do one good thing in this life."
Zhu Quan felt so happy that he couldn't stop laughing, so he naturally stretched out his hand.
Chen Pingan sighed inwardly, took out the third pot of rice wine and put it on the table.
Zhu Quan started drinking, probably because he felt that it would be unreasonable to ask for drinks from others, so he also started drinking in small sips to save himself.
Sure enough, it was the Lord of Jingguan City.
The most powerful heroic spirit in Ghost Valley.
When Chen Ping'an was determined to escape from the Ghost Valley, he also made some speculations. He carefully screened all the Nascent Soul ghosts recorded in the "Xinxin Collection" in the north. Gao Cheng of Jingguan City naturally also thought of it, but felt that it was possible.
It’s not big, because it’s just like Bailong City Pujian, or the inaccessible Da Yuanyue Temple on the other side of Taolin. Xiaoxuan watched two masters. The higher the realm, the higher the vision. Chen Ping’an was on the bank of the Heihe River.
The sentence "To achieve this result, you must have this intention" actually has a wide range of application, except for wild cultivators. Moreover, there are many accidents in the world, and nothing is inevitable. So even if Chen Pingan feels that Yang Ningxing's so-called
Peeping from the north, Gao Cheng in Jingguan City was the least likely. Chen Pingan was a person accustomed to imagining the worst, so he directly regarded Gao Cheng as his imaginary enemy!
Otherwise, Chen Ping'an is already in Qinglu Town, and Zhu Quan, the leader of the Pima Sect, is practicing cultivation just a few steps away. Would he still need to spend two golden shukuchi charms to break through the sky and leave the Ghost Valley? And here?
Before, he had begun to believe that Qinglu Town was hiding Jingguan City’s spies, and even made an extra trip to Tongstin City. This self-rescue situation had already begun since he threw the small summer coin to the guard of Tongstin City, the school captain.
It really started to move quietly.
In fact, deep in Chen Ping'an's heart, he has barely found a hidden line and a context.
On this line, there will be many key nodes, such as over the cliff chain bridge, where Yang Ningxing expressed his feelings.
On the bank of the Black River, the old monk looked towards the other side. The Buddha sang and said something seemingly casual, "Return to the other side."
After entering Qinglu Town, which is said to be the most stable place in Ghost Valley, I was unable to write a talisman. It was extremely rare to be so restless that I couldn't even set up a stake in the sword furnace.
If you push it further, you can see the goddess Tu Fuyuan from the mural city. The goddess riding a deer walks out of the scroll, goes to the ferry of the Swinging River, and turns into an old woman to test herself.
Mural City can be said to be Chen Ping'an's first stop in Luzhou, Beiju!
Yang Ningxing's pure evil thoughts were refined into mustard seeds. The scholar once said unintentionally at the waterside temple that he had never defeated Chen Pingan.
Things in this world have always been interdependent for good and bad.
Chen Pingan felt deeply about this.
What will be the consequences if the mind is blindly immersed in the endless blessings?
At this moment, even though Chen Ping'an was far away from the Ghost Valley and was in Pima Zongmuyi Mountain, he still felt a little scared.
Just imagine, if you become a baggage owner in Tongshou City, you will naturally continue to travel north, because there have been many storms along the way, but there are no dangers.
But he has good luck one after another. He earns a little here and a little there. In the end, the goddess riding a deer has nothing to do with him, the thunder pool of Jixiao Mountain has nothing to do with him, and the good fortune of Baojing Mountain still has nothing to do with him. He, Chen Pingan, seems to be relying on his own prudence.
, plus "a little bit of luck", this seems to be the state that Chen Ping'an would find most comfortable and least dangerous.
Chen Pingan narrowed his eyes and drank the rice wine in the pot in one gulp.
Zhu Quan glanced at the long sword that Chen Ping'an was carrying on his back, and shook his head slightly, thinking that it shouldn't be this thing. Although Gao Cheng of Jingguan City was an old enemy of the entire Pima Sect, all the leaders of the Pima Sect recognized it.
This co-master of the Ghost Valley Heroic Spirits is not bad in terms of cultivation or mind. He can be called a hero among ghosts. Therefore, even if the young man really carried a semi-immortal weapon on his back, Gao Cheng would not be so coveted, let alone
Being so angry, Zhu Quan rarely thought before speaking. After thinking about his words, he said: "Why did you attract Gao Cheng's attention? I don't ask, and you don't have to take the initiative to say it. This is a grudge between you.
Of course, fighting Gao Cheng and Jingguan City has always been our duty as monks of the Pima Sect. We have no grudges about life or death. You also don’t need to feel that in the future just because you are escaping this time and hiding in our Muyi Mountain.
You must get involved, do a favor as a favor, etc. It’s not necessary, you and I don’t need to be so polite.”
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "Okay."
Zhu Quan smiled and said: "Good boy, you're very welcome."
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The Peach Grove in Ghost Valley, inside the Xiaoxuandu Temple.
The visitor, the old Taoist, stood under the towering peach tree, with water mist filling his feet, and then it seemed as if a huge landscape painting was slowly unfolding.
When a scholar appeared on the scroll, he walked into the city to take part in the imperial examination which was like child's play.
Xu Song, the "little Taoist boy" holding a fly whisk in his hand, was horrified and said in a trembling voice: "Master, is this the legendary Horse Racing Picture of the Long Scroll of Time?"
The old Taoist nodded, "The headmaster of the Yunxiao Palace of the Chongxuan Department of the Dayuan Dynasty personally sent a handwritten letter to our Xiaoxuan Du Temple, saying that he would help Yang Ningxing protect the Tao for a long time. Do good deeds to the end, and it will be done for you.
I drew this picture. But don’t worry, this is just a copy of the real horse-drawn picture. The price will not be too high. Others can only watch it three times. The reason why I show it to you once is to let you know a thing or two about Taoism. Stones from other mountains can be used
Gong Yu, so look carefully."
Xu Song was shocked and said: "The little Tianjun of the Chongxuan Department, anyway, there is that brother who is picking up things in Baojing Mountain. Yang Ningxing himself is just visiting the Ghost Valley, why is he doing this?"
The old Taoist smiled and said: "I was confused at first, but I just guessed that it was probably related to the dispute between the great ways. When you read this picture yourself, the truth will come to light."
Xu Chang's eyes widened, not wanting to miss a single detail in the painting.
It's just that what Yang Ningxing did in Tongfen City was really unsightly. If this picture was not a horse racing picture, Xu Song would have felt that the master was making a fuss out of a molehill, and the headmaster of Yunxiao Palace was even more foolhardy.
But when Xu Song saw that the summer queen of Peoluoshan was turned into black smoke by the "scholar" and swallowed in one gulp, the young swordsman squatted on top of the wall.
Xu Song's expression became serious.
All kinds of things after that.
Xu Chang was frightened when he saw it, and his mind was fluctuating.
When the landscape painting at my feet finally came to an end, it turned into a scroll and was gently held in Master's hand.
The old Taoist smiled and said, "What do you think?"
Xu Song said with shame: "If this disciple is that... good brother, I don't know how many times he has died at the hands of Yang Ningxing."
The old Taoist nodded, "If you were this person, you wouldn't be able to escape from the Ghost Valley."
Xu Chang thought of the previous activities in Qinglu Town and the subsequent real fight between gods and immortals. The little Taoist boy felt a little discouraged.
The old Taoist looked at this proud disciple and said with a smile: "Why, do you feel that you are inferior to others? If my teacher told you that this foreign ranger's real age is only in his early twenties, would you still die in a head-on collision?
Under the peach tree?”
A thin layer of sweat broke out on Xu Song's forehead.
The old Taoist shook his head and sighed: "Idiot. In a world where good fortune and danger coexist, and your life hangs on a thread, is it really a good thing to take chances again and again? Being trapped in the world of mortals, entangled in cause and effect, is so terrible for a Taoist.
Taking a step back, you, Xu Song, are really not such a person now. Don't you practice or understand the Tao? So when you become a teacher, do you think of the Taoist ancestor high up, and the three-line leader a little lower?
Some people, even the ascended immortals in Baiyujing, will be disheartened and just tell themselves?"
Xu Song raised his head, his eyes blank.
The old Taoist lightly pressed Xu Song's forehead with his finger, "We Taoists cultivate our own kung fu and our own affairs. The only great enemy is the withering vegetation and the cage of rules of life and death for everyone, not others. The ups and downs of others' honor and disgrace have nothing to do with me.
?In my opinion, perhaps the true great road is something that is not worth fighting for, but... forget it, it is useless to say more about it."
Xu Song took a step back and said, "Master, this disciple understands something."
The old Taoist nodded happily, "That's enough."
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Originally, each mural was a door to the secret realm of the Immortal Family.
As the eight murals all became blank drawings, this fairy cave lost most of its aura, and became an ordinary secret place with not enough caves but more than enough blessings. It was still a Feng Shui treasure land, but it no longer had a sense of amazement.
Jiang Shangzhen walked among them again, feeling very disappointed.
After he returned to the Skeleton Beach with his natal Willow Leaf, he did not leave Beiju Luzhou, but quietly came to this secret realm.
There are some things that I always feel itchy if I don’t want to understand them clearly.
Moreover, by hiding somewhere, you can kill two birds with one stone. Firstly, it is safer than hiding in Muyi Mountain. Secondly, you are worried that the sequelae of turning against that He Xiaoliang will be more terrible. That ruthless woman is a master with a frightening blessing. Once she hates him,
It is very possible that as long as Jiang Shangzhen is in the ordinary Beiju Luzhou area, he will suffer inexplicable disasters. It will not be a big disaster, but it will definitely be very disgusting. For example, Jiang Shangzhen is very worried that he is in the skeleton.
He would casually appear on the beach or Muyi Mountain, and then he would meet an old girl traveling in the south, and then he would burst into tears and cry to himself. Jiang Shang really couldn't stand this kind of reunion.
It’s just that Jiang Shangzhen was thinking about it while lying among the flowers in this secret place, thinking about it while sitting on the bed with beautiful quilts, thinking about it on the dressing table with the lingering fragrance, thinking about it while sitting on the railing of the high-rise building where the fairy sisters must have leaned on, after all, there was something.
I couldn't think it through. It seemed like three days passed in the blink of an eye.
If you can't figure it out, just ask.
Jiang Shangzhen took control of his natal object and knocked aggressively on a door.
Soon the familiar-faced ancestor of the Pi Ma Sect came. When he saw this person, he became very angry. He shouted angrily: "Jiang Shangzhen, why don't you get out?! Our Pi Ma Sect has no shit to give."
you eat!"
Jiang Shangzhen sat on a railing, overlooking the grumpy old guy, and said with a playful smile: "Don't worry, if you have anything to say, please tell me, I am now an ally of your Pi Ma Sect..."
The ancestor of the Pima Sect stopped talking nonsense and started fighting.
Jiang Shangzhen quickly raised his hands and said seriously: "I have something to talk to your sect master Zhu Quan, and of course the guest staying on your mountain. It's best to let them come here to chat."
The ancestor has already mastered the natal object, and judging from the posture, it is not as simple as stretching his muscles and bones.
Jiang Shangzhen lightly tapped the railing with both hands and said helplessly: "This is a precious property of your Pima Sect. After beating back and forth, isn't it your loss?"
The ancestor sneered. When the natal wooden tablet appeared, there were four heavenly king statues standing around. Their limbs moved slowly, and golden light continued to condense in their eyes.
Jiang Shangzhen was afraid that monk Luzhou from Beiju would play with this, so he just wanted to finish the fight first.
If back then, Jiang Shangzhen would have followed this trick. At that time, Jiang Shangzhen was only a Jindan leveler, but he dared to claim that he was the best at causing trouble, the best at fighting and scolding, and the best at running away when an opportunity came his way.
He claims to be the leader of the Three Leaders. But on this trip to Luzhou, Beiju, Jiang Shang really has no intention of returning to the world.
Jiang Shangzhen glanced at the higher place and breathed a sigh of relief.
In a sea of clouds high above the secret realm, the embroidered shoes of the sect master Zhu Quan appeared again. At first they were as big as a hill, blocking out the sky and the sun, but they returned to their normal size the moment they landed.
There is also Chen Ping'an beside Zhu Quan.
The two appeared in the top corridor of this towering loft.
Zhu Quan asked the ancestor to return to Muyi Mountain.
The ancestor cursed and put away his natal objects and the four heavenly king statues.
Jiang Shangzhen laughed loudly and jumped off the railing, "Xiaoquan'er, they say that one day is like three autumns apart. It's like we haven't seen each other for ten years. Do you miss me? I know you must not miss me at all, right?"
"
Zhu Quan was too lazy to look at him and said to Chen Ping'an: "Don't worry, I will rush over if there is any trouble. Killing this pervert will give me more energy than conquering the capital city."
Jiang Shangzhen didn't take it seriously. He leaned against the railing and used his hands as a fan to fan the air gently. He smiled and said, "Xiaoquan'er is just as lively and cute as before."
Zhuquan disappeared in a flash and returned to Muyi Mountain from the sea of clouds.
As soon as the Patriarch of the Pima Sect and the leader Zhu Quan left, Jiang Shangzhen waved his sleeves, and strange magic weapons appeared one after another from his sleeves. They actually sealed the Yunhai Gate that leads directly to Muyi Mountain, and the other eight small mural doors.
Door.
Then from the side of the sea of clouds, Zhu Quan's voice was muffled and said, "Jiang Shangzhen, are you looking for a chop?" Then the sea of clouds shook. It was probably Zhu Quan who started to break down the door on the Muyi Mountain side.
Jiang Shangzhen waved his sleeves again, and pieces of magic weapons with dazzling brilliance flew out of his sleeves, completely blocking the door to the sea of clouds. Then he swore loudly: "If I commit murder here, I will beat you Zhu Quan as soon as I go out."
Is it possible to die?"
Chen Pingan was indifferent to this. He picked up a bottle of wine, threw it towards Jiang Shangzhen, and said, "Thank you."
Jiang Shangzhen no longer had the same joking look as before, and sighed: "I'm curious, have you guessed who attacked you?"
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Isn't it Gao Cheng?"
For the first time, Jiang Shangzhen didn't say any jokes, just stared at Chen Ping'an.
Chen Ping'an jumped up slightly and sat on the railing. Jiang Shangzhen also sat beside him, each drinking.
Chen Pingan said: "If you ask that, I am really sure."
Jiang Shangzhen said in confusion: "Then I am even more puzzled. I have checked your past through various channels. Logically speaking, you and her will not have such a deep relationship."
Chen Ping'an first said something off-topic, "Sect Leader Zhu told me before that after Pu Chun from Bailong City drew his sword to Gao Cheng, he replied to her, 'A swordsman's actions are unrestricted by heaven and earth.' That's a very good thing to say."
Jiang Shangzhen took a big sip of wine, moved his cheeks slightly, and made a gurgling sound, as if gargling, then raised his head and swallowed it in one gulp.
Jiang Shangzhen raised his head and took another sip of wine, but still swallowed it in a hurry.
I just lost a broken net worth seventy or eighty grain rain coins in the ghost valley, but after watching such a good show from beginning to end, I didn't lose anything.
Are you insulting me by talking about money with me, Jiang Shangzhen?
"The reason why it is unclear about his involvement with He Xiaoliang."
Chen Ping'an had no expression on his face and said slowly: "That bastard Lu Chen tricked me."