The cross-continental ferry of the Pima Sect, dragged by mighty heroic warriors, runs in the sea of clouds with lightning speed.
The ferry docked at Niujiaoshan Ferry and slowly docked, its hull shook slightly.
Chen Ping'an and Cui Dongshan stepped off the ferry. Wei Bo had been waiting for a long time, and Zhu Lian was far away in Laolong City. Zheng Dafeng said that he had a sprained foot and would not be able to get out of bed for at least half a year, so he asked Cen Yuanji to help guard the mountain gate.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Give us a ride to the foot of Luolu Mountain."
Wei Bo felt relieved and nodded, and the three of them disappeared out of thin air and appeared at the mountain gate.
After seeing the three of them, Cen Yuanji was about to stand up when he saw that the three of them had already started to climb the mountain. The young mountain master among them nodded to her, then stretched out his hand to press down, indicating that she should continue to practice boxing. Cen Yuanji was not good at those things.
The polite greetings were in vain, and the young mountain master had a very average impression, so he sat back on the bench, closed his eyes, and continued to control a breath of pure Qi to travel around the body.
Wei Bo asked: "Do you all know?"
Chen Pingan nodded.
Senior Cui left a suicide note in Luoluosangzhulou, not on the second floor, but on the desk on the first floor. The envelope was written "Nuan Shu Opened".
According to the old man's last wish, there is no need to bury him after his death. The ashes can be scattered anywhere in the Lotus Root Blessed Land. This matter cannot be delayed. In addition, there is no need to care about the wishes of Cui's ancestral hall. The letter directly states that those who dare to climb Luolu Mountain will be
Just punch him back.
Wei Bo explained: "Pei Qian has been staying there and said he would wait until Master returns to the mountain to say hello to her. Zhou Mili also went to the Lotus Root Blessed Land to accompany Pei Qian. Chen Lingjun left Luolu Mountain and went to Qilong
Over there in the alley, she helped Shi Rou take care of the business of the New Year's shop. So now only Chen Ruchu is left on Luolu Mountain, but now she should go to the county town to buy sundries, and then Lu Baixiang collects
Two disciples, brother and sister Yuanbao Yuanlai."
Chen Pingan said: "Congratulations on breaking through."
Wei Bo laughed at himself: "The Dali imperial court has begun to make some small moves, and each reason is high-sounding, and even I think it makes sense."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "In the case of Jin Qing, the traces of Piyunshan's intentions are too obvious. The two Dayue Mountain monarchs are in the same spirit. Even if Emperor Dayue knows that you don't have much selfishness, he will still have a grudge in his heart.
"
Wei Bo said: "There is nothing we can do about it. It just depends on what Jin Qing wants. If another mountain god is to take charge of Zhongyue, the life of Beiyue will only be worse in the future. The Five Mountains Mountain Lords in the past dynasties, regardless of dynasty or vassal, will not
Not being forced into a tit-for-tat confrontation, Piyunshan had to do it as a last resort. It was better to act like a bachelor. Anyway, the matter was over, and the Emperor Song had to admit it even if he didn't admit it. This guy Jin Qing is even more rogue than me. In the emperor's eyes,
Your Majesty, over there, keeps talking about the beauty of Piyun Mountain and the moonlight wind of Wei Dashanjun."
Chen Pingan said: "As expected, those who can become tigers are not fuel-efficient lamps."
When they arrived at Luolu Mountain Bamboo House, Chen Pingan said softly: "I didn't expect to return to Nanyuan Kingdom so soon."
Cui Dongshan suddenly said: "I have already been there, just stay here to look after the house."
Wei Bo took out the tung leaf umbrella that he had kept for the time being. After all, this thing was of great importance.
Wei Bo gently opened the small tung leaf umbrella and said: "Now it has just been promoted to a medium blessed land. It is not appropriate for me to frequent the lotus root blessed land. I will send you to the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom."
Chen Pingan smiled and nodded, "Excuse me."
Chen Ping'an's figure disappeared in a flash.
Wei Bo sighed softly.
Cui Dongshan was already standing in the corridor on the second floor, lying on the railing, with his back to the door, looking into the distance.
Wei Bo closed his tung leaf umbrella and sat at the stone table.
Cui Dongshan suddenly said: "Wei Bo, you don't have to worry."
Wei Bo shook his head, "I'm not worried."
Then Wei Bo asked: "When will you leave Luopo Mountain?"
Cui Dongshan thought for a while, "When Mr. and Pei Qian return to Luolu Mountain, I will leave soon. I have already accumulated a lot of debt. That old bastard is the most vindictive."
The two parties were not from the same place, and there was actually nothing to talk about, so they fell silent.
Wei Bo asked: "Is Senior Cui so worried about Chen Ping'an? He doesn't want to see Chen Ping'an for the last time, and he has to scatter his ashes early in the Lotus Root Blessed Land. He doesn't want to be buried on Luo Po Mountain."
Cui Dongshan replied: "Because my grandfather has the highest expectations for my husband. My grandfather hopes that my husband will care about him as little as possible, so as not to make punches in the future that are not pure enough."
On a very familiar street in Nanyuan Capital City.
Chen Ping'an, carrying a bamboo box on his back and a hiking pole in his hand, walked slowly, turned into an alley, stopped at the door of a small house, glanced at the couplets a few times, and knocked on the door gently.
Pei Qian opened the door, and Zhou Mili was sitting on a small bench, carrying a green bamboo stick.
Pei Qian stood there, raising his head and frowning hard.
Chen Pingan rubbed her little head and said, "Master knows everything. Don't think too much about anything. You did nothing wrong."
Pei Qian clenched his hands into fists, lowered his head, and his body was shaking.
Chen Pingan gently pressed the little head and said softly: "You are so sad, why do you hold back your tears? After practicing boxing, Pei Qian is no longer the master's first disciple?"
Chen Ping'an squatted down, and Pei Qian hugged him and started sobbing instead of crying loudly, which made it even more heartbreaking.
Zhou Mili also started crying.
When Pei Qian cried until she lost all her energy, Chen Pingan patted her head. He stood up and took off the bamboo box. Pei Qian wiped his face and quickly took the bamboo box. Zhou Mili ran over and took it.
Get a hiking pole.
Chen Pingan looked around, it was still the same, nothing seemed to have changed.
Zhou Mili held two hiking poles of different lengths, and then placed his bamboo chair at Chen Pingan's feet.
"He seems a little taller."
Chen Ping'an also rubbed the head of the little girl in black, sat on the bamboo chair, remained silent for a long time, and then said with a smile: "When I meet Cao Qinglang, Mr. Zhong and some people will go back to Luopo Mountain together."
Pei Qian's eyes were red and swollen. He sat next to Chen Pingan and reached out to gently tug Chen Pingan's sleeve.
Chen Pingan said softly: "Tell Master about your trip with Senior Cui?"
Pei Qian hummed and talked about that travel in detail.
Talked for a long time.
Chen Pingan listened with rapt attention.
Someone pushed the door gently and saw the young man in a blue shirt.
Cao Qinglang, a young man in a Confucian shirt, softly shouted: "Mr. Chen."
Chen Ping'an reached out and held Pei Qian's hand, stood up together, and said with a smile: "Qinglang, now I look like a scholar."
Cao Qinglang bowed and saluted.
Chen Pingan was a little helpless, he was really a scholar.
Pei Qian stood on tiptoes, while Chen Pingan turned sideways and lowered his head. She put her hand to her mouth and whispered: "Master, is Cao Qinglang secretly becoming a Taoist? Doesn't that count as not doing his job properly? His Spring Festival couplets are far worse than Master's, right?
"
Chen Pingan smashed a chestnut down.
There are signs of floods breaking out in Pei Qian again.
Zhou Mili, who was holding two hiking poles, gasped.
So fierce.
When the two of them traveled together in the world before, he never beat himself up like this.
Zhou Mili furrowed his sparse eyebrows, tilted his head, and pondered hard. Could it be that Pei Qian was a disciple picked up by the roadside? Not a princess living among the people at all?
Chen Pingan stretched out his thumb, gently rubbed the place where the chestnut landed on Pei Qian's forehead, and then asked Cao Qinglang to sit down.
Cao Qinglang moved a small bench and sat next to Chen Pingan.
Pei Qian carried a small bamboo chair and sat between the two of them.
Zhou Mili stood behind Pei Qian.
Chen Pingan asked: "Qinglang, how are you these years?"
Cao Qinglang smiled and nodded, "Very good. Mr. Zhong is my tutor at the school. After Mr. Lu came to our Nanyuan Kingdom, he often came to see me and gave me many books."
Then Cao Qinglang asked: "Mr. Chen, have you heard of the poem 'Iron flower embroidered rock wall, murderous silent frog strides'?"
Chen Pingan nodded, casually mentioned the name of the poet and the title of the collection of poems, and then asked: "Why do you ask this?"
Pei Qian originally wanted to scold Cao Qinglang for being shameless, but now he had his arms folded across his chest and looked at Cao Qinglang sideways.
Cao Qinglang pointed at Pei Qian and said, "Mr. Chen, I learned from her."
Pei Qian said angrily: "Cao Qinglang, believe it or not, one punch can make your mind brighter?"
Cao Qinglang nodded and said, "I believe it."
Pei Qian was so angry that his teeth itched.
Chen Pingan said: "You will take me to Mr. Zhong later. I have some things to discuss with Mr. Zhong."
Cao Qinglang nodded.
Chen Pingan laughed and said, "Mr. Zhong is already counting the way. He will be there soon. We will just wait."
Then Chen Ping'an said to Pei Qian: "Did you miss anything in your daily copying?"
Pei Qian shook his head.
Chen Pingan stretched out his hand, "Take it and take a look."
Pei Qian immediately ran to the house and brought a large handful of paper. Chen Pingan flipped through the pages page by page. After reading them carefully, he returned Pei Qian and nodded: "I'm not lazy."
Pei Qian grinned, and Chen Pingan helped her wipe away her tears.
Then Chen Pingan stood up and said, "You guys stay here, I'll go talk to Mr. Zhong about something."
After Chen Pingan left, Pei Qian put the papers back into the room, sat back on the small bamboo chair, and held his chin in his hands.
At the corner of the street, Chen Ping'an happened to meet Zhong Qiu.
After not seeing each other for many years, Mr. Zhong’s temples have become even whiter.
The two of them walked together on the street where they had fought against each other and fought side by side. Both sides were filled with emotion.
Regarding the current situation of Lotus Root Blessed Land, Zhu Lian wrote in his letter, Li Liuyou said, Cui Dongshan later elaborated on it, and Chen Pingan was already familiar with it.
Nanyuan Kingdom, Songlai Kingdom, Northern Jin Kingdom, and Frontier Grassland have a total of four layouts. The territory seems to be the same, but this belongs to the category of "mountains and rivers changing color". Only the Nanyuan Kingdom allocated to Chen Ping'an is the soul.
Complete human beings, in addition to all living beings, grass, trees, mountains and rivers, have not "faded" and have not been reduced to those "people" in the blessed land. According to Li Liu, the living beings in the other three places have "disappeared"
"meaning", so Zhu Lian described it as three "meticulous white painting scrolls". But like Lu Tai, Yu Zhenyi and others, as well as the young man from a scholarly family in the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom, all disappeared out of thin air in this blessed place.
Well, if we separate the blessed land elsewhere, Nanyuan Kingdom's national teacher Zhong Qiu will disappear out of thin air. They are one of the few special cases who are favored by the old Taoist Guan Taoist.
This is a veritable transformation of heaven and earth, with Tao and Dharma reaching heaven.
Zhong Qiu got straight to the point: "His Majesty the Emperor already has the intention to practice Taoism, but he hopes to see the Nanyuan Kingdom unify the world before leaving the Lotus Root Blessed Land."
Chen Ping'an asked: "What are Mr. Zhong's thoughts?"
The Emperor of Nanyuan Kingdom had met him in a nearby restaurant. At that restaurant banquet, not counting Chen Ping'an, there were six people in total. Huang Ting was among them at that time. From the former Fan Wan'er and Tong Qingqing, they saw
The glasses suddenly transformed into Huang Ting, the female crown prince of Taiping Mountain, a talented female cultivator from Tongyezhou who was so blessed that even He Xiaoliang was her junior. Chen Pingan had previously traveled to Luzhou in Beiju and had no chance to meet her.
This woman was slightly inferior to Qi Jinglong in a life-and-death fight on Tuli Mountain. However, according to Qi Jinglong, the two sides were actually equal in fighting strength. It was just that Huang Ting was a woman. By the end of the fight, both sides no longer cared about life or death.
, in order to maintain the integrity of the Taoist robe on her body, she lost the battle and stood up from Tuli Mountain later than Qi Jinglong.
In the restaurant at that time, in addition to the Emperor Wei Liang who was in his prime, there were also the Queen Zhou Shuzhen, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince Wei Yan, the ambitious second prince Wei Yun who failed in success, and the youngest princess Wei Zhen.
Chen Pingan has an excellent memory.
At that banquet, where everyone had their own thoughts, Chen Pingan remembered clearly not only everyone's appearance, demeanor and words, but also what wine everyone drank and what food they ate.
The old monk of Xinxiang Temple not far from the alley, the place to eat at the night market of Baihe Temple, the library of the official family, and the story of the poor scholar and the pipa girl in Zhuangyuan Lane are all still vivid in my mind and in my heart.
Zhong Qiu was silent for a moment, looking gloomy, "a little frustrated."
He tirelessly pursues self-cultivation, family governance, country governance, and world peace. It seems that after the truth is revealed, everything he does is just repeated by others, and Zhong Qiu feels a little tired.
You may even wonder, could it be that you are really wrong and Yu Zhenyi is right?
Chen Pingan said slowly: "From now on, in this world, cultivators, mountain spirits, landscape gods, monsters and demons will all spring up like mushrooms after a rain. Mr. Zhong should not be discouraged, because although I am the nominal owner of this lotus root blessed land,
Master, but I will not interfere in the trend of the human world. The Lotus Root Blessed Land was not my Chen Pingan’s crop land and vegetable garden before, and it will not be the same in the future. Some people by chance go up the mountain to practice Taoism, so they can practice Taoism with peace of mind. I will not
Block. However, human affairs at the foot of the mountain are left to the people to resolve themselves. Whether it is war or the unification of Haiyan and Qingping, emperors, generals, and ministers all rely on their abilities, and temples, civil and military affairs, each rely on their conscience. In addition, in the matter of incense, fire, and gods, you must follow the rules, otherwise
The whole world will only become worse and worse, and become a smoky atmosphere, with people and ghosts everywhere, and gods and gods everywhere."
Zhong Qiuxiao asked: "Do you want to view the great road from the perspective of a world?"
Chen Ping'an was stunned for a moment, "I've never thought about it deliberately, but what Mr. Zhong said seems a bit like it."
Zhong Qiu asked: "What is the situation like in the vast world outside?"
Chen Ping'an thought for a while and replied: "The human heart is still the human heart. But compared to Nanyuan Kingdom, my hometown is full of wonders in the world. And there is a sky beyond the sky, and there is more than one world. Mr. Zhong should go out and take a look, later.
It doesn't matter."
Zhong Qiu nodded and said: "Before I came to see you, His Majesty the Emperor had officially abdicated, and the eldest prince Wei Yan succeeded him. As for the second prince Wei Yun, he had been detained by the late emperor early. I also just resigned from the Imperial Counselor, but I will not leave immediately.
, I plan to travel around this small world first. Chen Ping'an, I hope you can keep your promise and don't treat the people of this world as puppets and playthings, just as goods that can be bought and sold casually. But I am not that kind of autumn.
A pedantic scholar who doesn't know how to adapt will not only pretend to be a villain. As long as I agree with the rules finally formulated by Chen Ping'an, then everything in the future will be done within the rules. Even if I can't bear it, I still can't bear it.
Can make irresponsible remarks."
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Actually, there is another way to make Mr. Zhong feel more at ease."
Zhong Qiu asked: "You want me to be your guest?"
Chen Ping'an walked slowly with his hands in his sleeves, not denying it at all, "Mr. Zhong is a genius of Master Wen Sage and Wu Zong. How can I miss it? No matter what, I have to give it a try."
Zhong Qiu said with a smile: "Don't you have that Zhu Lian beside you? To be honest, among the people I admire most in Zhong Qiu's life, Zhu Lian, the son of an aristocratic family who turned the tide, is one of them. Zhu Lian, the martial arts madman with pure boxing skills, can still be considered.
One. Zhu Lian, who had seen a living person before, was so close at hand, as if he saw someone walking out of the pages of the book, which made people feel even more absurd."
Chen Ping'an said: "Mr. Zhong just needs to hang up his name at the Luolu Mountain Patriarch Hall. It won't delay Mr. Zhong's future travels. There will be no restrictions at all."
Zhong Qiu asked doubtfully: "Luolu Mountain?"
Chen Pingan nodded.
Zhongqiu said: "What a good name. Then I will put your name on this mountain."
Chen Pingan looked lonely.
Someone once cursed himself when he was punching. He was young, lifeless, and a lonely ghost. He was worthy of being the master of Luoluo Mountain.
After meeting the late emperor of Nanyuan Kingdom, Chen Ping'an took Pei Qian and Zhou Mili, said goodbye to Cao Qinglang, and left the Lotus Root Blessed Land together.
Chen Ping'an still looked as usual. He lived on the first floor, practiced boxing and walking in the open space outside the door as usual, and practiced behind closed doors. He only occasionally went to the second floor to stand in the corridor and look into the distance.
Late that night, Pei Qian was sitting alone on the top of the steps.
Cui Dongshan climbed the mountain slowly and sat next to her.
Pei Qian glared at the big white goose, and after a moment, he asked softly: "Grandpa Cui is gone, aren't you sad?"
Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "I want you to see my state of mind, so you can see it. If I don't want you to see it, then you won't be able to see it in your life."
Pei Qian slapped him with his fist and said angrily: "I'm still not very good at what I do."
Cui Dongshan shook his head and said: "Regarding this matter, leaving aside some ancient gods, then I claim to be second, and no one dares to claim to be first."
Pei Qian said oh.
The big white goose next to me is indeed quite powerful.
Cui Dongshan smiled and said slowly: "Young people often cry loudly when their elders leave. The sadness and lung damage are all on the face and in the tears."
"Look at those young men with lots of tears and runny noses. The fathers and elders around them are mostly taciturn. During the funeral, they greet and send them off, talk to others, and still laugh."
"This is life. Maybe it's the same person, two sorrows in two stages of life. You don't understand now because you haven't really grown up yet."
Pei Qian snorted, "I don't understand this, and I probably won't understand it in the future, and I don't want to understand either."
In the Nanyuan Kingdom, a place she didn't think of as her hometown, when her parents left one after another, she actually didn't feel too sad. It was as if they just took a step first and she would soon follow. Maybe
She starved to death, froze to death, or was beaten to death, but so what if she followed? Wasn't it because she was despised by them and treated as a burden? So after Pei Qian left the Lotus Flower Blessed Land, even if she wanted to be sad, from the master's side, she couldn't
Can't pretend.
But Grandpa Cui is different.
Apart from his master, he is the elder that Pei Qian truly recognizes.
The beatings made her miserable. At first, she dared to yell that she would be beaten even more severely if she stopped practicing boxing. She said so many bastard words that hurt her more than the injuries.
But Pei Qian now knows what is good and what is bad.
She doesn't even use her eyes to peek into people's hearts.
Cui Dongshan raised his head and looked into the night. The Mid-Autumn Festival was coming soon, and the moon would be reunited.
Cui Dongshan said softly: "So sir, I never want you to grow up, so don't be too anxious."
"When you grow up, you will want to take on something. When the time comes, your master will not be able to stop you, and he will not stop you anymore."
"Do you still remember the time when your master left Sui Academy?"
Pei Qian nodded vigorously, finally there was a smile on his dark face, and said loudly: "Of course, I am happy, and Sister Aquarius is even happier."
Cui Dongshan smiled and asked himself: "Why do all of us have to work together and cause such a big fight? Because sir knows that maybe the next time we meet again, we will never be able to see the people in our memories again.
That little girl in a red cotton-padded jacket, with red cheeks, small stature, round eyes, and a crisp voice, carrying a small bookcase of just the right size on her back, called me Junior Uncle."
"Relying only on your eyes is doomed to never see you again."
"So I just keep it in my heart. This is the unspeakable regret of adults. I can only keep it here and hide it."
Cui Dongshan pointed to his heart, and then gently waved his sleeves, as if he wanted to drive away some worries.
Real sorrow can only be found in silence.
"These annoying things are things that you can only figure out on your own when you grow up, but I still hope you will listen and at least know that such a thing exists."
"My grandfather just left like this. My husband is no less sad than me. But my husband won't let anyone know how sad he is."
"Have you ever thought about one thing? Why does your master like to collect those used pens, worn-out straw sandals, and worthless bottles and cans one by one? Because he has been since he was a child.
I’m used to separation between life and death, and have been watching others go away. I can’t keep many people and things, so if you can stay, then try to keep them. In fact, it’s not just Mr., all of us will experience various separations. Many people
It's all like this, but it usually passes away. It's far less caring than Mr., who keeps it for a long time, closes the door and hides it carefully, so that no one knows."
Pei Qian turned his head and said worriedly: "What should Master do?"
Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "Didn't I just say that, sir, you are used to it."
Pei Qian stood up and said, "This is not good! This is wrong!"
Cui Dongshan remained silent and fell back.
Pei Qian ran all the way down the mountain to the bamboo house.
I found the master sitting alone at the stone table. There were two bottles of wine on the table, still stained with some dirt, but the master did not drink.
The master straightened his back, made fists with his hands, and rested them gently on his knees. He didn't know what he was thinking.
Pei Qian stood there and shouted loudly: "Master, don't be sad!"
Chen Pingan turned his head and said with a smile: "Okay."
Pei Qian looked at the master like this.
Just like his master, he looked at Ah Liang under the bamboo hat when he was young.
Chen Pingan stood up, moved two small bamboo chairs, and sat down with Pei Qian.
Chen Pingan said softly: "Pei Qian, master will leave his hometown again soon. You must take good care of yourself."
Pei Qian nodded and said: "Master must also take care of himself!"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Master is not bragging. His ability to take good care of himself is rare in the world."
Pei Qian lifted the small bamboo chair under his butt with both hands and moved it closer to his master.
One big and one small, looking into the distance together.
On this day, Chen Ping'an was in the golden state.
Disciple Pei Qian is about to become the strongest fourth realm in the world.
The sitting postures, expressions, and eyes of the two masters and disciples were exactly the same.