Chen Ping'an and Cui Dongshan went to their own shop on Laohuai Street.
Chen Ping'an was sitting on a small bamboo chair at the door, basking in the warm autumn sun. Cui Dongshan drove away the acting shopkeeper Wang Tingfang, saying that he was letting him rest for a day. Wang Tingfang saw the young boss smiling and nodding, and left in confusion.
The cockroach shop.
The business on this day was not bad, because everyone in Laohuai Street heard that a rare and handsome young man had arrived, so there were especially many young female nuns. Cui Dongshan was very good at drinking semen soup, so he earned a lot of unconscionable gods.
Chen Ping'an doesn't care about money.
The next day at Fushuidu, Tan Ling and Tang Xi appeared together, and of course Song Lanqiao, who was in charge of the Chunlupu ferry.
After the greetings, Chen Ping'an and Cui Dongshan boarded the ship, and Song Lanqiao followed them all the way. This well-informed old Jin Dan discovered a strange thing. When he saw the young swordsman and the young man in white alone, he couldn't always put them together.
It is unimaginable that the two people are connected, especially the teacher and the student. But when the two people walk together, there is an indescribable fit. Is it possible that they are both holding green bamboo hiking poles?
Song Lanqiao didn't dare to say anything more, he just said one thing and thanked her sincerely.
It turns out that Song Lanqiao just got a chair in the Chunlupu Patriarch Hall. Although he only replaced Tang Xi's bottom position, one to the left and one to the right with Tang Xi, they seemed to have become the two door gods of the Chunlupu Patriarch Hall, but this step took him over
, it is the skyrocketing reputation of the immortal family and the secular dynasty on the mountain, it is a large amount of extra immortal money every year, and it is also the ascension of some human family members to heaven.
So when Song Lanqiao faced the young swordsman, it was not an exaggeration to say that he had received a great kindness. But Song Lanqiao was smart here. He was used to doing business, was pragmatic, and did not focus on the surname.
Chen's young people are courteous here.
On the ferry, Song Lanqiao arranged a room with a Tianzi number for them. After some consideration, he simply did not let the maids who were former nuns from Chunlu Pu show their faces.
Inside the house, Cui Dongshan poured a cup of tea for Chen Pingan, and lay on the table. Two snow-white sleeves occupied nearly half of the table. Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "Sir, when it comes to fighting, ten Chunlu Gardens are not as good as one Pi Ma Zong."
, But when it comes to business, Chunlu Pu is really not inferior to Pima Sect. From now on, we can chat with Chunlu Pu in Luopo Mountain and we will definitely be able to deal with each other frequently."
Chen Pingan drank tea and said nothing.
Cui Dongshan said: "Tan Ling is a person who seeks stability, because Chunlu Pu's business has reached its peak now. On the mountain, he only focuses on the Pima Sect, and at the bottom, he mainly focuses on winning over the Daguan Dynasty. There is nothing wrong with that. But once the airs are set up, Tan Ling
Ling also discovered many shortcomings of Chunlu Garden, that is, many old people were used to enjoying blessings, or they still had the spirit to practice, so there were too few available people. In the past, even if she wanted to support Tang Xi, she would be too afraid.
, will be worried that this God of Wealth, and Gao Song, who only knows how to make money and can't lose his tail, are a nest of snakes and rats. When the time comes, Chunlu Garden will be finished. When the time comes for her to talk about the mausoleum, Chunlu Garden will change dynasties and turn over.
Di Chaotian, Tan Ling's lineage, has a lot of disciples, but there is no one who can do the job. The green and the yellow are not connected, which is very fatal. They can't withstand Tang Xi and Gao Song joining forces. When the time comes, the disciples will not be able to do anything, and they will be defeated again and again.
Bags, that’s even more different than clouds and mud.”
"So it is the safest way for Tang Xi to form an alliance with Lin Chao. Although Lin Chao has a bad temper, he is unambitious after all and is loyal to Chunlu Pu. Plus, Song Lanqiao, who is grateful to her for talking about Ling, the three of them stick together.
Chunlu Garden has a new look. If we, Luopo Mountain, pass over another pillow and help Chun Lu Garden open the gap in the north of Aquarius Continent, even if it is just a small gap, Chun Lu Garden, who is familiar with business, will be shocked.
Many monks on the mountainside and at the foot of the mountain feel inspired. And Aquarius Island is currently undergoing construction everywhere. There are people in Chunlu Garden who have property and money. We and Luoluo Mountain each get what they need, so they are the most suitable business partners. However, we need to pay attention.
Chunlu Garden is not accustomed to the acclimatization of Baopingzhou. Fortunately, in the Dali court, everyone from the civil servants to the military commanders on the battlefield and the monks of Chunlu Garden can urinate into the same pot."
"Mr.'s far-reaching layout, precise and meticulous placement, can be called the style of a national player."
Hearing this, Chen Ping'an finally couldn't help but smile and said: "You are the one who ruined the feng shui of Luolu Mountain, right?"
Cui Dongshan said aggrievedly: "How is that possible! Old Chef Zhu, Senior Sister, and Brother Dafeng are all experts in this way! Besides, how bad is the Feng Shui in Luolu Mountain now?"
Chen Ping'an said: "I didn't deliberately plan to cooperate with Chunlu Pu. To put it bluntly, I didn't dare to think about it. It would be great to do some Baofengzhai business. If it really succeeds, most of the credit will be yours."
Cui Dongshan raised an arm, stretched out his fingers and tapped three times on the table, drawing a triangle, "Tang Xi, Lin Chao, and Song Lanqiao are three. The Tanling line, the Gaosong line, and the Tangxi hill
At the head, there is another San Luoshan, Pima Sect, Chunlu Pu, and another San. The various forces gathered together by Mr. Luzhou in the north and the northern part of Aquarius Island are a bigger San Tianxia.
Of all the relationships, this is the strongest. Sir, are you still unwilling to admit that you are a national player in chess?"
Chen Pingan shook his head and said with a smile: "It was just an accident."
Cui Dongshan sighed, "Sir, you are very open-minded, and the students have learned a lesson."
Chen Ping'an smiled and cursed: "Get the hell out of here."
Cui Dongshan was about to speak, but Chen Ping'an immediately said: "You're still here?!"
Cui Dongshan felt that all his unique skills and eighteen weapons were useless.
As expected, Mr. is still awesome.
Cui Dongshan suddenly asked: "When we get to the Skeleton Beach, would you like to meet Gao Cheng for a while? I can guarantee that your husband will have a worry-free trip back and forth."
Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "I won't go to Jingguan City for the time being."
Cui Dongshan asked: "Because this person sacrificed the sword for Pu Chuan and took the initiative to break the sky? Is there any heroic spirit left?"
Chen Pingan said: "It's not that simple. It has to be more complicated. We'll talk about it later."
Cui Dongshan naturally had no objection.
After passing Suijia City and over Cangjun Lake, Chen Pingan left the house, and Cui Dongshan stood with him at the bow railing, overlooking the earth.
The vast Cangjun Lake, seen from the ferry, looks like a jade-green stone lying quietly in the cliff stream.
I still owe a drink to a certain fire temple over there.
I can only owe it first.
Cui Dongshan said softly: "Sir, don't take risks like this in the future."
Chen Ping'an said: "Of course I should nod and agree. I really took it in now and told myself that I must stay away from the storm and become a cultivator on the mountain. Things at the bottom of the mountain are external affairs. But you and I know that once things come to a head,
, it’s difficult.”
Cui Dongshan was lying on the railing, with his legs bent, and his two sleeves exposed outside the railing, like two small snow-white waterfalls.
Chen Pingan asked: "Is Zhou Mili still used to staying in Luolu Mountain?"
Cui Dongshan nodded, "I am very used to it. I always feel that Pei Qian who copies books every day is a scholar. I am eagerly waiting for Pei Qian to write her the story of the big water monster in Mute Lake. The little girl is in a mess, every day.
Pei Qian's little tail, carrying the hiking pole, is now promoted from the Right Protector of Qilong Lane by his husband to become the Right Protector of Luopo Mountain. Now, he has to cough twice before talking to anyone.
Moisturizing your throat first, and then speaking in an old-fashioned way are all bad habits I learned from my senior sister."
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Very good."
Cui Dongshan asked curiously: "Do we really want to put the little girl into the genealogy of the Luopo Mountain Patriarch Hall and become the right protector enshrined on the top of a mountain?"
Chen Pingan said: "Of course. This is not a child's play. I was a little hesitant before, but after seeing the mountains and undercurrents in Chunlu Park, I became determined. I just want to make outsiders think Luolu Mountain is so strange and incomprehensible.
.It’s not that I don’t know the cost of doing this, but I can try to make up for it elsewhere. It can be me, Chen Pingan, the mountain master, who makes more money and practices diligently, or it can be you, a student, or Zhu
Lian, Lu Baixiang, and we are Zhou Mili, Chen Ruchu, and the others. The reason why they exist will also be the reason why some new faces from Luo Luo Shan will think, 'This is how it is, it's not strange.'"
"I don't object to Luopo Mountain becoming a sect-headed mountain gate in the future, but I will never deliberately abandon the flowers and plants on the roadside in order to gather power. Those flowers and plants on Luopo Mountain will not be dispensable before.
Neither will they in the future. Besides, they have never been a beautiful scenery on the roadside. They are a part of my life. I feel particularly at ease when I can take care of those who deserve to be taken care of."
Chen Pingan turned around and said, "Is it understandable if I say this?"
Cui Dongshan nodded vigorously, "Understand and accept!"
Chen Pingan said with emotion: "But it will definitely be very difficult."
Cui Dongshan said: "Every heroic word and every ambition will not be easy as long as you practice it."
There are some words that Cui Dongshan doesn't even want to say.
All the joy of meeting again after a long separation will be the sadness of parting in the future.
But this does not prevent those encounters that can still be seen again, making people happy, drinking, and smiling.
But don't forget, sometimes, parting is just parting.
Chen Ping'an also lay on the railing, looking at the golden sea of clouds under the bright sun in the distance, and asked: "Won't you feel uncomfortable becoming my disciple?"
Cui Dongshan said: "No."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "There is a huge difference in realm and knowledge. Of course you are a good student."
Cui Dongshan said: "Sir, if you say this, the students will be unconvinced. If Pei Qian's martial arts improves by leaps and bounds and breaks through the realm quickly, like eating millet grains, bowl after bowl, the people at the same table will be overwhelmed.
Could it be that Sir is also uncomfortable?"
Chen Ping'an nodded and said: "Of course I feel uncomfortable. Where do you want to put Master's face? When you speak loudly when you are reasoning, you have to worry about giving your disciple a backhand, but you don't feel panic?"
Cui Dongshan laughed loudly.
My husband traveled north and cultivated his mind very well.
After a moment of silence, Chen Ping'an said: "I am a stubborn person who likes to get into trouble. One day, there will be some trivial matters on the other side of Luolu Mountain that will turn into a big problem for me. When the time comes, you can give me some suggestions."
Cui Dongshan nodded and said: "The sage has said that if something happens, the disciple will do his duty."
Cui Dongshan turned his head, pressed his cheek against the railing, and narrowed his eyes with a smile, "You have wine and food, sir, and you have delicious food. Did you ever think you were filial?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Don't tamper with the original meaning of moral articles and ruin the good intentions of sages."
Cui Dongshan said: "Sir, don't forget that when I was a student, I was a high-spirited, sharp-edged, and knowledgeable person who could not even hide it himself, nor could others stop him. I'm not bragging.
If you don’t make a draft, you can get the great wine of the Academy at your fingertips. If you really want to be a philistine, the deputy leader of the Central Earth Confucian Temple can’t do it.”
Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "I believe what the Imperial Master said. As for you, you can pull him down. The wind is strong here at the bow of the ship, so be careful of your tongue."
Cui Dongshan chuckled, "Speaking of which, students really don't need to draft a draft when they are bragging."
Chen Pingan asked: "Is the Middle-earth Divine Continent very big?"
Cui Dongshan nodded and said: "It's very big. Only the combined territory of the eight continents can rival the Divine Continent of Middle-earth. If one or two of the other eight continents can squeeze into the ten people of Middle-earth, they will be capable. For example, the South Posu continent
Chen Chun'an, a mellow scholar, is the Great Heavenly Master from Longhu Mountain in Luzhou, Beiju, the real Huolong, and Liu Dacaishen from Aaizhou."
Chen Ping'an said: "Then I must go and see it in the future."
Cui Dongshan complained: "That is a sad place for students."
Chen Ping'an laughed and said: "You asked for a beating, and you still have to grin even if you have a bruised nose and a swollen face."
Cui Dongshan said helplessly: "Sir, you are not loyal to justice."
When the ferry entered the boundary of the Skeleton Beach, Song Lanqiao took the initiative to come to the door, carrying a heavy gift.
It's two portions.
He has a share for himself, and Chunlu Putanling has a share.
His gift of thanks was actually a magic weapon selected by his mentor Lin Chao from the Ancestral Master Hall. It was a bamboo and yellow dragon-patterned scripture book box made of the celestial wood special to Chunlu Pu. It also contained four jade volumes.
Tan Ling's gift is even more valuable. It is one of the treasures on the mountain that can be counted with both hands in Chunlu Po, a set of eight ingots of brocade ink.
When he handed it over, Song Lanqiao felt sorry for Tan Ling.
Chen Ping'an did not refuse, and Tan Ling did not personally deliver the gift at Fu Shui Ferry, but ordered Song Lanqiao to deliver it when it was about to dock at the Skull Beach Ferry. This was in itself sincerity.
This was Song Lanqiao's first public and family matter after becoming a member of Chunlupu Ancestral Master Hall. It went smoothly, which made Song Lanqiao relieved.
Just sitting and drinking tea with the couple of students, Song Lanqiao felt a little restless, especially with Cui Dongshan sitting next to him.
Cui Dongshan twisted the cup with his fingers, wiped it gently on the table, and said with a smile, "Lan Qiao, there are so many poor people in the world who can't find the temple while carrying the pig's head. Lan Qiao, you are lucky."
A moment ago, Song Lanqiao was listening to Chen Ping'an calling him Senior Song. Now, he was surrounded by his students, Lanqiao on the left and Lanqiao on the right. Of course, he felt awkward all over.
Chun Lu Pu treats people with sincerity, so Chen Ping'an certainly won't let Cui Dongshan make jokes here. He waved his hand to indicate that he had something to discuss with Song Lanqiao.
Unexpectedly, with just such an action, the next scene would make Song Lanqiao sweatdrop on his forehead.
The young man in white seemed to have been slapped by Chen Pingan and flew out. He and the chair were spinning countless times in the air. In the end, he and the chair were stuck to the wall and slowly slid down. Cui Dongshan had a sad face, and the chair was leaning against the wall.
Chair, he said timidly: "Students can sit here."
Chen Pingan had a dark face.
Song Lanqiao was shocked in her heart. Could it be that this kind-faced Chen Jianxian was just like Liu Jinglong, the Taihui Sword Sect? He was not an earthly immortal at all, but a hidden Jade Pure Realm swordsman?
Chen Ping'an was too lazy to pay attention to Cui Dongshan, and began to discuss matters with Song Lanqiao Zheng'er Bajing, trying to negotiate the future cooperation between Luolu Mountain and Chunlu Pu. It was just a general framework and direction. Song Lanqiao definitely couldn't make the decision at the moment, and needed to return to the Ancestral Master Hall.
It took a few quarrels, but once the two parties finally decided to cooperate, Luopo Mountain would also need Zhu Lian, Wei Bo and others to decide on all specific matters from now on. Chen Ping'an knew Chunlu Pu's business quite well, so he started chatting with Song Lanqiao
, not bluntly, his trip to Luzhou in Beiju was not for nothing. The biggest support of Luolu Mountain is of course the Niujiao Mountain ferry as an important hub of operation. Wei Dashanjun is stationed at Piyun Mountain, Niujiao Mountain.
Shandu Port can accommodate most of the Beiju Luzhou cross-continental ferries. This is equivalent to a Baofengzhai shop with a place to stay. The money in the world stops somewhere for a while and then circulates, which is money making money.
.
Occasionally, Chen Ping'an would even wonder, how many monks has a worn-out snowflake seen? A thousand? Ten thousand? Could it have traveled all over the nine continents of the world?
Song Lanqiao was concentrating on chatting with Chen Ping'an about important matters. Somehow, the old Jindan monk even felt that what he talked about today would very likely determine the general trend of Chunlu Garden in the next hundred years.
Then Song Lanqiao saw Chen Jianxian glance at the wall opposite.
Song Lanqiao followed his gaze and saw that the young man in white was holding the handle of the chair with both hands. His whole body was swaying, and the chair was swaying from side to side, as if he was using the chair legs as human feet to stagger around.
After being discovered by his husband, Cui Dongshan immediately stopped his movements, raised his head and whistled.
Song Lanqiao smiled politely and looked away.
Is this guy mentally ill? He must be!
Chen Pingan and Song Lanqiao chatted for a full hour. Both sides raised many possibilities and the conversation was very enjoyable.
When Song Lanqiao came to the back, he relaxed a lot and got into a better state. Many thoughts that had been accumulated for many years but could not be expressed could be expressed quickly. The young swordsman sitting opposite who often added tea to both parties was a rare match.
Businessmen never say categorically whether it's okay or not. They mostly say "Something is not clear here, please explain it to Senior Song in more detail." "I have some different ideas about this matter. Senior Song will listen to it first. If you have any objections,
Please speak frankly," this kind of gentle wording, but the other party was unambiguous. Some of Song Lanqiao's small measures to dig holes for Gao Song were not disclosed to the young swordsman face to face. He only said, "Senior Song may need to go to Chunlupu Patriarch Hall for this matter.
Don’t worry too much.”
The young man in white clothes had been doing nothing, rocking the chair and circling the table. Fortunately, when the chair was walking, it was silent and did not make any movement.
Song Lanqiao could already turn a blind eye.
After the chat, Song Lanqiao felt refreshed and there was no tea left on the table. Although she still had some unfinished thoughts, she still stood up and left.
Song Lanqiao told Mr. Chen not to send him off. The young man nodded with a smile and just sent him to the door of the house, asking Cui Dongshan to see him off.
After Song Lanqiao walked into the corridor, there was no sight of the swordsman in blue, only a beautiful young man in white, and Lao Jindan immediately felt his heart tightening.
I saw the young man walking backwards, closing the door gently, and then turned to look at Song Lanqiao with a smile.
Song Lanqiao's smile began to stiffen.
Cui Dongshan came to Song Lanqiao, who was bending down subconsciously, jumped up and hugged Song Lanqiao's neck, dragging the old Jin Dan forward, "Brother Lanqiao, you are eloquent and full of witty words."
Song Lanqiao almost couldn't help but call out to Mr. Chen to help him out.
Song Lanqiao suddenly felt frightened and wanted to stop, but he didn't expect that he couldn't do it. He was dragged by the young man with little strength. After taking one step, Song Lanqiao knew that something was wrong.
The next moment, the boy in white had disappeared.
Song Lanqiao found himself in a vast white mist. There was no scenery around him, just like a small dead world. The sight was filled with a chilling white color. When walking, his feet were slightly soft, but it was not any soil in the world.
, if you put a little more force on your steps, you can only create circles of ripples.
He cautiously started walking on foot, and after burning an incense stick, he began to control the wind. An hour later, Song Lanqiao still offered up his magic weapon. No longer caring about any etiquette, he began to pour out the magic weapon, bombarding and smashing it, but it was still unable to change the little world.
, a year later, Song Lanqiao sat cross-legged, with a haggard face, ready to die.
In an instant, Song Lanqiao raised his head and saw a huge head. The young man's face was obviously smiling, but his eyes were cold. He slowly raised his arms.
Song Lanqiao's scalp was numb. It turned out that he had been spinning on the opponent's snow-white sleeves?
The next moment Song Lanqiao, who was feeling haggard, found himself standing in the ferry corridor, with the young man not far away looking at him with his hands in his sleeves and a smile on his face.
Song Lanqiao, who was surviving the disaster, almost burst into tears.
Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "My husband asked me to see him off, so I took it upon myself to see him off a little longer. Lan Qiao, please don't complain to my husband afterwards, or else I'll see you off next time."
It will be ten to a hundred years. It will be hard to say who will be mentally ill by then."
Song Lanqiao said tremblingly: "Thank you, senior, for the advice."
Cui Dongshan asked: "I am used to the abundant spiritual energy in Chunlu Garden, and I am also used to the thin spiritual energy on the ferry. Why are I not used to it in a place of lawlessness?"
Song Lanqiao was stunned.
Cui Dongshan passed by him, patted Song Lanqiao on the shoulder, and said sincerely: "Lan Qiao, your cultivation of the mind is a mess, and your golden elixir is papery."
Song Lanqiao slowly turned around, bowed and thanked him, this time he was sincerely convinced, "The teachings of my predecessors have made it possible for the younger generation to see the halo of the moon as if it were clear of obstacles. They have not yet truly seen the bright moon, but it is also of endless benefit."
Cui Dongshan turned a deaf ear and knocked on the door, "Sir, would you like to bring you some melon and fruit tea?"
Song Lanqiao looked at the profile of the young man's face, and the old man had the illusion that he felt like he was in another world.
Chen Pingan opened the door, held Cui Dongshan's head, pressed it down gently, turned to Song Lanqiao and asked: "Senior Song, am I, my disciple, disrespectful to you?"
Song Lanqiao didn't know whether he was mad or because he was blessed, so he said something that he would never dare to say even if he was beaten to death in the past, "To be honest, it's unspeakable."
Chen Pingan smiled and nodded, "I understand."
The young man in white was grabbed by the ears, howling and dragged into the house by Chen Pingan.
There were still scoldings coming out: "You bastard Song Lanqiao, you have no conscience, you wait for me... Sir, I was helping Brother Lanqiao practice with good intentions, I really didn't play tricks on him... Sir, I
wrong!"
Song Lanqiao shook his sleeves and strode away.
Comfortable.
When the boat stopped at Gutantan Ferry, Song Lanqiao simply didn't show up and asked someone to see him off. He found an excuse that he couldn't find fault with and disappeared early.
Cui Dongshan rubbed his chin with the palm of his hand and looked around.
The two got off the boat and went to Pima Zong Muyi Mountain together.
Cui Dongshan began to complain, "Sir, when Zhu Quan met me the first time, he said that he had never mentioned students before and pretended not to know me, which made me very sad."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "I have mentioned you several times to Sect Master Zhu, but I am the master of a sect and I have everything in mind. I also need to be careful of the entire Ghost Valley. I accidentally forgot about it. How is it strange?"
Then Chen Pingan reminded: "Master Zhu is a rare cultivator in the mountain. I respect him very much. When you get to Muyi Mountain, don't make trouble for me. There is also that young man Pang Lanxi, who Muyi Mountain has high hopes for."
The direct descendant of the Patriarch Hall, you are an outsider, so don’t talk nonsense. I know that you actually have a sense of proportion in what you do, but after all, this is a beach of bones, not a mountain of poverty."
Cui Dongshan nodded and glanced at Mu Yishan, feeling a little regretful.
It's a bit boring to have nothing to do.
When we arrived at the gate of Muyi Mountain, there was no obstruction. Chen Ping'an and most of the Pima Sect monks knew each other, and they had returned from traveling not long ago.
Zhu Quan was not on the mountain, but had already gone to Qinglu Town in Guixi Valley.
However, Du Wensi has returned to the Ancestral Master Hall and has begun to retreat to break through the realm and become a Nascent Soul, with great hope.
Cui Dongshan mentioned Du Wensi and said with a smile: "Sir, this guy is an infatuated person. It is said that Huang Ting, the crown prince of Taiping Mountain, went to Ghost Ghost Valley before, and it was for Du Wensi that he just didn't want Du Wensi to think too much.
, and then he said, "I, Huang Ting, have no Taoist companion in this life", which broke Du Wensi's heart. Apart from being sad, he actually still had some small thoughts. He couldn't have the girl he longed for. Fortunately, he didn't have to worry about being raped by others.
Having a man can be regarded as a blessing among misfortunes, so Du Wensi began to think about it and felt that his realm was not high enough. At least he had some opportunities, such as visiting Taiping Mountain in the future, or more
Further, travel the mountains and rivers with Huang Ting..."
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "You haven't been in Muyi Mountain for a few days, so you know everything about it?"
Cui Dongshan nodded and said: "It's just a wandering. There is no difference between the mountains and the mountains. When everyone has free time, they like to talk about the love between children and the love between boys and girls. Especially some young female cultivators who admire Du Wensi even more than Du Wensi.
What’s too bad, everyone is complaining, saying that what’s so great about Huang Ting is that it’s just that his realm is higher, he’s good-looking, and his sect is bigger…”
Muyi Mountain, the main peak of the Pima Sect, is similar to the peaks where most of the Immortal Family's Ancestral Halls are located. Most of the climbing paths are straight up.
It's just that direct disciples can often ride on the wind and swords. On some mountains, even ordinary disciples have no taboos. However, in the Immortal Family Cave, each bird has its own way, with different heights and different routes. Over in Longquan County,
The reason why it is different is because it was in the early stages of creation. In addition, Longquan Sword Sect and Luopo Mountain did not have many disciples in the first place, and they did not pay much attention to these red tapes, so they seemed very different. They were replaced by Pima Sect and Chunlu Sect.
These time-honored fairy houses have many rules and strict laws, which in Chen Pingan's view is actually a good thing.
It's just that there's no such thing as a one-and-done deal. The reason why Chunlu Garden is so unsettling is that the patriarchal system on paper and the rules on the table haven't really taken root in people's hearts.
At this point, Pima Sect must be admired by Chen Pingan sincerely. From the sect leader Zhu Quan, to Du Wensi, to Pang Lanxi, they all have different temperaments, but they have the same demeanor.
Life and death are small matters, but sect matters are big.
Those who practice Taoism obviously pursue immortality, but all the monks of Pima Sect dare to die for the sect. Zhu Quan, together with the previous sect masters and patriarchs, set an example and are willing to die first whenever they have to fight to the death!
The Patriarch of the Pima Sect came down the steps to catch the wind, and landed in front of the two of them. The old man and the two of them laughed and said, "Master Chen, Taoist Cui, we are waiting for you from afar."
After greeting him, Chen Pingan discovered something strange. The old master of Pima Sect seemed to be very close to Cui Dongshan, and he seemed to be a close friend between words.
Could it be that Cui Dongshan was not just wandering around on Muyi Mountain?
Otherwise, even if Cui Dongshan fights with Jingguan City, he will not be so impressed by an ancestor of Zhanglu. The monks of the Pima Sect are all monks who fight their way out of the pile of bones. Even Du Wensi looks at him with such admiration.
Like the gentle and elegant Golden Elixir monk, he has been fighting for a long time in the Ghost Valley.
The old patriarch personally led the two of them to the house where Chen Pingan lived.
The Pima Sect's cross-continental ferry that travels between Skeleton Beach and Old Dragon City will take about ten more years to return to Beiju Luzhou.
Pang Lanxi and his great-grandfather Pang Shanling were already standing at the door.
The young man smiled and waved: "Mr. Chen!"
When the two met, Pang Lanxi's first words were to announce the good news, and whispered: "Mr. Chen, I have asked my great-grandfather for you to get two more sets of pictures of goddesses."
Chen Pingan asked softly: "What's the price?"
Pang Lanxi smiled and said: "According to the market price..."
Pang Lanxi paused, "It's impossible! Give it away without charging any money!"
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Master Pang Xian feels sorry for you, but let's calculate it according to the market price. Friendship is friendship, and business is business."
Pang Lanxi was a little disappointed, "I haven't seen you for a few days, why is Mr. Chen so out of touch?"
Chen Pingan lowered his voice and said: "It doesn't cost anything to say polite words. You are polite first, and I am polite too, and then we don't need to be polite anymore."
Pang Lanxi smiled from ear to ear.
Learned again.
Mr. Chen is really knowledgeable.
The four of them sat down. Pang Lanxi was the youngest and had the lowest seniority, so he stood behind his great-grandfather.
Chen Pingan went straight to the topic and talked about Chunlu Garden.
The Patriarch of the Pima Sect named Yan Su immediately flew his sword to summon a Nascent Soul monk on another mountain, named Wei Yusong. He was one generation younger than Yan Su, but not too young, and he was with Pang Lanxi.
They are senior fellow apprentices. Wei Yusong holds a fortune and is similar to Gao Song from Chunlu Pu. He is a thin, short and capable old man. After meeting Chen Ping'an and Cui Dongshan, he was very polite.
Ever since Zhu Quan concluded the small deal with Niujiaoshan Ferry in Luopo Mountain, the first thing he did was to talk to Wei Yusong. On the surface, as the sect leader, he wanted to care about Wei Yusong's spiritual practice. In fact, of course he went to ask for credit.
, Wei Yusong didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and insisted on saying no flattery, which made Zhu Quan extremely frustrated. Wei Yusong could only say that he had a good impression of the young man in green shirt, but other than that, there was nothing else.
But Cui Daoyou was so impressed by the young appearance. The reason is very simple. After Cui Daoyou arrived at Muyi Mountain, he wandered up and down the mountain for two days. Then he found the Pima Sect Patriarch Hall and gave him a large stack of drawings. He simply said Muyi.
The mountain-protecting formation in Yishan was a little rough, which somewhat blinded the fighting strength of the group of heroic spirits. As a result, after the Muyishan Ancestral Master Hall gathered, they also invited an old priest with a background of Mohist machine master, and found out that according to Cui Daoyou's drawings,
Modifying the Muyishan Formation only cost a thousand Grain Rain coins, and it could increase the power of the Formation by 20%! The Mohist Mechanic was so ashamed that he almost didn’t resign after he diligently completed the inspection of the Formation and filled the gaps.
Enshrine the title.
To be honest, let alone the small expense of a thousand Grain Rain coins, even if you spend 10,000 Grain Rain coins, even if it only increases the power of the mountain guarding formation by 10%, it is a sum worth paying tribute to.
A good deal for our ancestors.
Therefore, the old monks of Pima Sect's Patriarch Hall view Cui Dongshan in the same way as they like him.
Especially when the young man in white dropped the drawings, talked about some key matters in the Patriarch Hall, and then walked away in a swagger, continuing to wander around Muyi Mountain and chatting with the immortal sisters.
Afterwards, Zhu Quan personally came forward to ask Cui Dongshan how the Pima Sect should repay this matter. As long as Cui Dongshan opened his mouth, the Pima Sect would sell iron and make loans to others, and they would have to pay back the incense.
Cui Dongshan was not polite, and asked Du Wensi and Pang Lanxi by name. After they reached the Nascent Soul realm, they would serve as registered worshipers in Luopo Mountain. They were just registered, and Luopo Mountain would not ask these two people to do anything.
Unless both of them are willing.
Zhu Quan was still a little confused at the time, that's it?
Cui Dongshan asked, what else is going on?
Zhu Quan's face was full of guilt at that time, and he said something that pierced his heart, and sighed: "Well, Chen Ping'an, it's really shameful for me not to mention you as a student at all. Your conscience is eaten by a dog. Next time he comes to Skeleton Beach
, I will definitely scold him for you."
Cui Dongshan was about to cry and said pitifully: "Sister Zhu, your conscience must have been eaten by a dog."
Only then did Zhu Quan say something fair, "Chen Ping'an should be proud to have a student like you."
Cui Dongshan reciprocated the favor and said, "Sister Zhu is such a good woman, and she still has no Taoist companion. It is unforgivable for heaven and earth to tolerate her."
As a result, the two almost started to fight. When Zhu Quan went to Qinglu Town in Guixi Valley, he was still angry.
Wei Yusong is a smart man who is very familiar with business. Otherwise, for an obscure sect leader like Zhu Quan or an unreliable old master like Yan Su, no matter how few direct disciples of the Pima Sect, they would have been cut and wasted by the blunt knives of Jingguan City.
Wei Yusong has completely exhausted the sect's heritage. Every time Wei Yusong discusses matters in the ancestral hall, even when facing Zhu Quan and his mentor Yan Su, he never smiles. He likes to bring his ledger to discuss matters every time, flipping through the ledger while saying things that hurt people.
The words were spoken one after another, and over time, the seniors in the ancestral hall all smiled and pretended not to hear. Just get used to it.
Wei Yusong felt that there was no problem in helping Chunlupu transport goods to Aquarius Island, but he had to work hard on dividing the accounts.
When Wei Yusong was about to settle accounts, Yan Su and Pang Shanling began to smile out of habit. Cui Dongshan felt that it was not his place to talk at the moment, so he winked at Pang Lanxi. Pang Lanxi looked at this ridiculously handsome "peer of the same age"
", I was very wary. After all, it is the nature of a teenager to worry about the girl who is his childhood sweetheart. If he meets a better peer, he will inevitably have some thoughts. Especially when he went down the mountain to meet her in the Mural City, she casually chatted about this guy who came to the shop.
The foreign boy who bought the picture of the goddess, although she said the usual words of a boy with a weird temper, Pang Lanxi felt a bucket of water in her heart.
Pang Lanxi has been almost dying of worry lately.
So I especially want to ask Mr. Chen for advice.
Chen Ping'an, the wild cultivator of Baofengzhai, and Wei Yusong, who was in charge of all the Pima Sect's money, each committed suicide.
Even Chen Pingan was a little helpless.
This Wei Yusong is really stingy.
There is not even a hint of the demeanor of the Immortal Master in the sect's prefixed genealogy.
Once there were some difficult details to discuss, Wei Yusong brought up a distant traveling ancestor other than Yan Su. Anyway, he was just throwing dirty water on him, saying with certainty how old-fashioned and pedantic this ancestor was, and how he spent every penny he spent on it.
Comparatively, if there is something that harms the interests of the sect, even if it is just a suspicion, this ancestor will go to the ancestral hall to hold him accountable, and no one will give him face. He, Wei Yusong, has the least status in the Pima Sect. Anyone who asks him for money
, all have loud voices, and will fall out if they don’t give, and all of them are either relying on their high level of cultivation or their seniority, and some are even more shameless, relying on their low level of seniority and low cultivation level to cause trouble.
Anyway, listening to Wei Yusong's complaints, it seems that in the whole Pima sect, Wei Yusong is the least useful person and the least effective with his words.
So Chen Ping'an was at a loss. He gently put down the tea cup and coughed.
Cui Dongshan, who was yawning, immediately sat upright and said: "There is actually room for improvement regarding the Muyi Mountain Mountain Protection Formation."
Wei Yusong slapped the table, "It's all according to Mr. Chen's words, that's it!"
Chen Ping'an looked sincere and asked: "Will it make it difficult for the Pima sect to be a good person?"
Wei Yusong said solemnly: "Are you kidding me? As long as the Pima Sect has money-related matters, let alone the Zhu Sect Leader, I, the King of Heaven, can't control me, Wei Yusong!"
Chen Pingan pretended to be enlightened, smiled and nodded.
Wei Yusong's smile did not change.
They are indeed kindred spirits.
Wei Yusong left together with Yan Su and Pang Shanling.
Wei Yusong insisted on reminiscing with Taoist Cui, so Cui Dongshan had no choice but to go along.
Only Chen Ping'an and Pang Lanxi were left. After Pang Lanxi sat down, he said softly: "Mr. Chen, is this Senior Cui really your student?"
Chen Pingan nodded, "It doesn't feel like it, and it's normal."
Pang Lanxi was about to speak but stopped.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "If it's hard to ask for help, then..."
Chen Pingan stopped talking, raised his hands and gestured.
Pang Lanxi immediately understood that it was a picture of a goddess filling the gallery.
Pang Lanxi hurried away against the wind, hurriedly returned to the house, and placed the two wooden boxes on the table.
In addition, there is also a letter sent from Yunshang City, the recipient is Pang Lanxi, and it is c/o "Good Man Chen".
Chen Pingan put the letter into his sleeve and said with a smile: "Do you have the confidence to speak now?"
Pang Lanxi whispered: "Mr. Chen, I'm a little worried."
Chen Pingan understood clearly.
Pang Lanxi is a young man who doesn't have to worry about his cultivation. The young man on the mountain is worried, and if his worries are not about cultivation, then it can only be the survival of the sect. However, the Pima Sect does not have such hidden worries, or it may be said that there are always hidden dangers, and all the monks have already
Get used to it, then that's all that's left.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "You talk about it first, and then I will help you analyze it."
Pang Lanxi said those things, but in fact they were nothing.
It's just that young people are ignorant of emotions and sometimes go around mountains and rivers. It's not just girls who do this thousands of times.
After hearing this, Chen Pingan thought for a while, held back his laughter, and said, "Don't worry, the girl you like will definitely not change her mind and like Cui Dongshan instead, and Cui Dongshan doesn't like your beloved girl either."
Pang Lanxi blushed and said with great annoyance: "Mr. Chen, I'm going to be angry. What does it mean that Cui Dongshan doesn't like her?!"
Why is Mr. Chen so unable to speak!
It wasn't like this before.
Chen Ping'an couldn't help but laugh.
Pang Lanxi thought about it, scratched his head, and became a little shy.
That knot in my heart is gone.
Not only that, deep down in the young man's heart, he was still a little resentful. He felt that he must practice well and make his girl know that she liked him, that she was definitely not wrong about him, and that he would never regret it in his life.
Chen Pingan then said: "That girl likes you, not because you, Pang Lanxi, are a Taoist genius, but if you can prove that you are a true Taoist genius, then the girl who likes you will be even more happy and happy for you, and then she herself
Also happy."
Pang Lanxi asked softly: "Is that so?"
Chen Pingan nodded, "That's right. I'm extremely sure about this."
Pang Lanxi lay on the table, lost in thought.
Chen Ping'an opened the wooden box, took out a volume of pictures of goddesses, spread them out on the table, and looked at them carefully. It was indeed Pang Shanling's proud work.
Pang Lanxi suddenly asked: "Mr. Chen, there must be many girls who like you, right?"
Chen Pingan slowly put away the picture of the goddess, shook his head and said: "It's nothing."
Pang Lanxi shook his head, "I don't believe it."
Chen Ping'an opened the letter from Xu Xingjiu and spoke concisely and concisely about the current situation in Yunshang City. Then he was ready. He would only wait for Mr. Liu to succeed in asking for swordsmanship, and then he would visit Taihui Sword Sect again. This time it would be
Go down the mountain to practice, reaching Taihui Jianzong in the north and Bone Beach in the south.
Chen Ping'an read the letter and said: "I have a friend who is the writer of the letter, Xu Xingjiu in Yunshang City. He may come here to travel in the future. If you are free at that time, you can help me entertain him. If you are busy,
, there is no need to be deliberately distracted. This is not a polite word. If you are not my friend, you will definitely be your friend, so there is no need to force it."
Pang Lanxi nodded in agreement and said, "Okay, then I'll send a letter to Yunshang City later and make an appointment first. Whether we can become friends or not, we'll talk about it when we meet in person."
Mr. Chen's friends are definitely worth making friends with.
Just like when Mr. Chen and Brother Wei talked about Chunlu Garden before, although Pang Lanxi was not familiar with common affairs, there were only so many Pima Sect monks. He knew to some extent the Pima Sect's attitude towards Chunlu Garden. It was not to say he looked down on him, but he definitely didn't praise him.
It's just a business relationship with friends. After all, the smell of copper in Chunlu Garden is a bit strong, and the Pima Sect monks don't like it very much. So Chunlu Garden has always wanted to honor Wei Yusong for so many years.
, but did not dare to act too much. Moreover, Song Lanqiao, who was in charge of the Chunlupu ferry, was not very fluent in speaking to Yuanying Wei Yusong. After all, Wei Yusong had a detached status in Pima Sect and was notoriously difficult to deal with.
Speech.
But when Mr. Chen opened his mouth and asked the three forces to do cross-continental business together, Pang Lanxi found that Senior Brother Wei was relaxed from the beginning and had no intention of refusing.
Pang Lanxi feels that this is what she needs to learn from Mr. Chen.
He has a lot of knowledge in dealing with people.
Chen Pingan finally said: "Did you know that when you are worried about Cui Dongshan, the girl you like is actually the happiest, so she smiles more than usual. You must think about this.
Clearly, it’s because she really feels your nervousness.”
Pang Lanxi turned her worries into joy and smiled brightly.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Why are you still standing there? Why don't you go to the bottom of the mountain to see her for a while?"
Pang Lanxi stood up, "If I had known earlier, I would have asked Mr. Chen for a set of pictures of goddesses."
The young man leaves.
Chen Pingan sits alone.
After a long time, Cui Dongshan entered the courtyard with two big sleeves dangling.
As a result, I saw a blue brick placed on the table in front of my husband.
Cui Dongshan was a little flustered, and immediately stopped and stood on the spot, "Sir, I didn't know anything about Pei Qian's martial arts practice in advance. It was Zhu Lian, Zheng Dafeng and Wei Bo who knew about it and did not report it. They hid it from the teacher and the students."
Half a copper coin doesn’t matter!”
Chen Ping'an said angrily: "It has nothing to do with this matter. Every injustice has its own debtor, and I won't cause trouble for you."
Cui Dongshan immediately burst into laughter, "Sir, if you want to teach these three a lesson, students can help."
Chen Ping'an ignored this, pointed to the Taoist green brick in the mountain temple that had not been completely refined to transport water and Taoism, and said: "I have gathered a total of thirty-six of these green bricks, and I plan to use them in the future."
On the other side of Luo Po Mountain, lay it out on the ground for six people to practice boxing, me, Pei Qian, Zhu Lian, Zheng Dafeng, Lu Baixiang, and Cen Yuanji."
Cui Dongshan felt like he was mourning for his heir. He stretched out his right hand and one finger of his left hand and wailed: "Sir, what about me? I am your proud disciple!"
Chen Ping'an said helplessly: "I'll give you my share."
Cui Dongshan then stretched out two fingers, rubbed the corners of his eyes, and said with a smile: "The tears of sadness turned into tears of joy. Sir, this is a stroke of genius."
Chen Pingan looked at him sideways.
Cui Dongshan sat down honestly.
Chen Ping'an pushed the green brick over and said, "Your handwriting is good. I just remembered this and wanted you to write some pleasant words and carve them on the back of the brick. Then we will secretly lay the bricks."
, don’t let anyone see it, maybe one day in the future, someone will accidentally see it, it’s just a small accident. It’s not a big deal, I just think it’s fun.”
Cui Dongshan was pecking at the rice, sitting cross-legged on the stone bench, leaning forward, lying on the table, pressing the green bricks with both hands, and said softly: "Sir, let's sum it up carefully, these thirty-six sentences must be
The writing is so shocking that it makes ghosts and gods weep.”
Chen Pingan asked: "Do you think it's okay for us to secretly write a sentence to everyone in Luopo Mountain and engrave it on it? As for the rest, you can just carry the words of the sages in the book as you like."
Cui Dongshan said happily: "That's it!"
Chen Ping'an said: "Afraid?"
Cui Dongshan said angrily: "Sir, you are so good at telling jokes."
Chen Ping'an rubbed his chin, "This Luo Shan Feng Shui was ruined by you."
Cui Dongshan raised his hands and said like the senior sister, "Conscience of heaven and earth!"
The two took the Pima Sect's cross-continental ferry and began to truly return home.
While Chen Pingan was practicing boxing, he took the initiative to find Cui Dongshan next door and asked a question.
"The Confucian sages have so much knowledge, so why don't they want to talk about it in more detail, and not so complicatedly, on the knowledge of self-cultivation, study, and doing good, at least within Confucianism, everyone has their own words? There are different opinions, but it is not a quarrel, but it is better than a quarrel.
.”
For the first time, Cui Dongshan did not flatter others, but looked seriously and asked: "Do you think that many knowledge are complicated and unrealistic, which makes the world at a loss?"
Chen Pingan thought for a while and nodded.
Cui Dongshan shook his head, "Some knowledge should be higher. The reason why people are different from grass, trees, birds and animals, and from all other living beings, is because of the knowledge hanging above their heads. They can be used whenever they are available.
You must have knowledge, speak clearly, understandably, and follow the rules. But if you don’t have knowledge in high places that make people fascinated and take the trouble to go and have a look, then you are wrong.”
Chen Pingan was silent for a long time, and finally nodded and said: "It makes sense."
Cui Dongshan said slowly: "Let's go back to the first question, sir."
Chen Pingan said: "Don't worry, I'll think about it myself. Shall we play chess?"
Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "Sir, your chess skills have returned to nature and reached the sky. Do you still need a disciple like this to teach you? I feel ashamed, ashamed, and scared."
As he spoke, he took out the chess jar and chess board.
Chen Ping'an said with a straight face: "From now on, when you are in Luopo Mountain, you should talk less."
Cui Dongshan raised his sleeve with one hand, stretched out his hand to twist a chess piece, hung it in the air, and said with a smile: "Master is silent, how dare I speak?"
Chen Pingan also twisted the chess pieces.
When Cui Dongshan sat in front of the chessboard, his whole aura changed, and he said calmly: "Student be bold, four Wuyou, Zhongtianyuan, add three side lines, let the teacher have twelve pieces."
Chen Pingan glanced at the serious Cui Dongshan, silently put the chess pieces back into the chess jar, got up and left, and left directly.