After the foreign swordsman spoke, Yao Chongdao, the head of the Yao family, fell into a dilemma.
As expected, it is easy for people to be in a dilemma when talking or doing things. A hundred years ago, those innate sword embryos with broken sword hearts in the world must be able to empathize with Yao Chongdao's current situation. For example, when he drew his sword, he didn't feel the slightest bit wrong.
The embarrassing thing is that Cao Jun, the genius of Nan Po Sua Continent, who once had a sword-centered appearance like a lotus-filled pond, ended up in a very miserable state. He was left with only a lake of ruined and withered lotus. He fell off the altar and became the laughing stock of the entire Nan Po Suo Continent. In the end, he could only
He quietly left Aquarius Continent. During this period, he wasted a hundred years and has been unable to break through to the Jade Pu Realm. You must know that Cao Jun was recognized as a great swordsman in Nanbosu Continent once in a century.
Swordsmen from other places have already noticed something strange here. They all smiled and planned to watch a show. Those who like to drink have already opened the flask.
After all, they are not just spectator swordsmen on the other side of the street. The ones stationed on the top of the city are swordsmen who have experienced hundreds of battles. Naturally, they will not shout or whistle.
Of course, they were also afraid that if one of them was unhappy, they would be called into a group fight.
The sword skills on the left and right are too high, the sword energy is too strong, they are relatively unreasonable, and they are least afraid of one person fighting a group.
Yao Chongdao looked ugly.
As the head of the Yao family, the anger in my heart has been building up for many years.
Just when Yao Chongdao was about to call for a fight on the south side of the city.
Chen Ping'an bit the bullet and acted as the peacemaker. He gently put down Ning Yao. He called Mr. Yao and then asked Ning Yao to talk to the elders while he went to see Senior Zuo himself.
Ning Yao took his grandfather for a walk.
Chen Ping'an's body was like an arrow, disappearing in a flash, looking for his left and right sides.
Without that careless young man, and with only his granddaughter by his side, Yao Chongdao's face looked much better.
For his daughter and son-in-law, the old man may have mixed feelings, sad, regretful, complaining, angry, and disappointed... It is difficult to really explain clearly, but for Ning Yao, who is separated by a generation, the old man only has pride and guilt in his heart.
At the top of the city opposite, Chen Ping'an stopped ten steps away from a middle-aged swordsman with his back turned to him. He could not get closer. Almost all the acupoints in the small world of his body were filled with sword energy, as if all the time,
They are all at war with the big world outside them.
It is not easy for ordinary sword cultivators and other Qi practitioners from the other three sects and hundreds of schools to accumulate spiritual energy in several key acupoints where their natal objects are stored, and then expand their territories a little.
When he saw Zuo Zuo, Chen Pingan clasped his fists and said, "Junior has met senior Zuo."
Left and right indifferent.
Chen Ping'an took a slight detour, jumped up to the top of the city, turned around, faced left and right, and sat cross-legged.
Countless sword energy crisscrosses and splits the void, which means that each ray of sword energy contains sword intent and has reached the legendary most refined and pure realm, which can break open the small world at will. In other words, it has reached places like Skeleton Beach and Ghost Valley.
At the junction of the two, there is no need to draw swords on the left or right, and there is no need to control the sword energy at all. It is completely possible to enter the uninhabited land, and the gate of the small world opens by itself.
Chen Pingan was reluctant to speak when he saw the people around him, but he couldn't just leave. That would be too disrespectful of etiquette. He had nothing to do, so he just calmed down and stared at the flow of sword energy, hoping to find some "rules"
Come.
After about half a stick of incense, Chen Ping'an, whose eyes were sore, felt slightly moved, but his mood quickly calmed down.
Just now I saw a ray of sword energy that seemed to be about to break away from the restraints of the left and right. The terrifying feeling in that moment was like an immortal holding a mountain, about to hit Chen Pingan's heart, leaving Chen Pingan
On tenterhooks.
Zuo Zuo still didn't open his eyes, but finally said: "Do you want to see me for anything?"
Chen Pingan asked: "Mr. Wen Sheng, where are you now? If I have the opportunity to go to the Middle-earth Divine Continent in the future, how should I look for it?"
His face softened slightly and he said calmly: "Sir, you have left Suishan to open up an ancient land where Confucian sages have been unable to break through mountains and passes for a long time. There is a senior from China who holds a fairy sword to clear the way, and you are responsible for consolidating the road, which is indispensable.
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Chen Ping'an nodded and said: "Thank you, Senior Zuo, for clarifying my doubts for this junior."
He asked around: "How about studying?"
Chen Ping'an replied: "When it comes to studying, I never slack off and keep asking questions."
Zuo Zuo said: "The effect is not very good."
Chen Ping'an said: "Studying is a long-term matter, and it is fast and abundant. If the younger generation is not qualified, it will inevitably be shallow. It is better to be slow and correct, and to seek depth."
Left and right were silent.
On the opposite wall, Yao Chongdao was a little annoyed and said helplessly: "There's nothing interesting to see over there. There are so many realms between us, so the two sides can't fight."
Ning Yao wanted to speak but stopped.
Regarding the relationship between Chen Ping'an and his left and right, very few people on the Sword Qi Great Wall knew about it. Ning Yao didn't even mention it even to Aunt Bai and Grandpa Nalan.
This is the most interesting part. If Chen Pingan had nothing to do with Zuo Zuo, Zuo Zuo might not even bother to open his eyes, let alone speak for Chen Pingan, given his temper.
So Yao Chongdao is actually confused at this moment. He doesn't understand why a weird swordsman like Zuo Zuo, who has nothing to do outside the sword, would thimble with him for the sake of an outsider. Do you take care of the household affairs of Yao and Ning's family?
Is it too wide? So if the boy surnamed Chen hadn't done something unnecessary to mediate, he, Yao Chongdao, would have been on the vast battlefield south of the city head to personally learn whether the swordsmanship on the left and right was really that high.
As for winning or losing, it doesn't matter.
You lose anyway.
Although Yao Chongdao is a Great Sword Immortal in the Immortal Realm, he has long been hopeless in his twilight years. Wars have been constant for hundreds of years, and the disadvantages have deepened. Yao Chongdao himself admitted that he, the Great Sword Immortal, is increasingly unworthy of his name.
Every time he sees those young Earth Immortal children of various surnames, each and every energetic Jade Pu Realm junior, Yao Chongdao often feels both pleased and sad. He can only take a look at his granddaughter from a distance.
A genius who deserves to be the leader, an old man who was nicknamed a bitter melon face by A Liang, has a smile on his face.
Someone once got drunk and said that as soon as he saw Yao Laoer's bitter face that seemed to have the four characters "pay back debts" engraved on it, he would have a conscience and remember the money he had owed for drinks on credit for many years.
After that, all the restaurants under the Yao family's name never sold that guy half a bottle of wine, and he didn't have to pay back the wine money he owed.
Yao Chongdao asked casually: "It seems that the two of them knew each other before?"
Ning Yao could only say one thing, "Chen Ping'an came to the Sword Qi Great Wall for the first time. The cross-continental ferry was blocked when passing through Jiaolong Valley. He used his swords to clear the way."
The Great Wall of Sword Qi has heard about this matter, but most of the information is incomplete. At first, the side of Daoxuanshan kept it secret, because after the incident in Jiaolonggou, the Great Heavenly Lord, who was the direct disciple of the second Taoist priest in Daoxuanshan, was in the same situation.
There was a hearty fight on the sea, and there never seemed to be any need for a reason to make this man draw a sword.
The old man and Ning Yao actually didn't meet much and chat even less.
So it's not much better than Na Zuo and Chen Ping'an.
Chen Ping'an said: "Senior Zuo killed the dragon at the place where the dragons gathered and saved his life. This junior will always remember it in his heart these years."
Zuo Zuo said calmly: "Tracing back to the source has nothing to do with you."
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "I know that I am not actually regarded as a junior by Senior Zuo."
Zuo Zuo said: "Don't think too much about this. There are only a handful of people, events and scenery in the world that catch my eye."
Chen Pingan added: "I don't think I should recognize Senior Zuo as my senior brother."
He smiled and opened his eyes, looking into the distance, "Oh?"
Chen Ping'an looked calm, moved, and sat cross-legged facing the distance, "It's not that I was young and ignorant back then, but I am young and energetic now, it's just what I'm saying."
The left and right person still did not get angry, but instead said something that was thousands of miles away from the topic: "In life, apart from determining whether the world is as vast as the sky or as small as a mustard seed, the first and most important thing is to prove the truth of the self."
Chen Pingan said slowly: "Then I will say a few more words from my heart. It may not make sense, but if you don't say it, it won't work. Senior Zuo spent his whole life studying and practicing swordsmanship. In the end, he accumulated a lot of knowledge, had ups and downs, and was extremely wonderful.
First, he made countless innate sword embryos bow their heads, and then went to sea to visit immortals. One man wielded the sword and asked Beiju Luzhou. Finally, he asked the sword Tongyezhou to kill Du Mao and prevent him from ascending. He did so many things.
, why don’t you just go to Aquarius Continent to take a look? What Mr. Qi thinks is Mr. Qi’s business, what senior brother should do, that is what a senior brother should do.”
There was silence on both sides.
Chen Pingan stood up, "This is the only thing I wanted to say after I arrived at the Great Wall of Sword Qi this time and heard that Senior Zuo was also here."
Chen Pingan was about to say goodbye and leave.
But Zuo Zuo said: "Don't stand so high when talking to seniors."
Chen Pingan had no choice but to swallow his farewell words and sit back down obediently.
To be honest, Chen Ping'an was already mentally prepared for a beating during his trip to the city. At worst, he would have to lie down in Ning's house for a few months.
Both of them were speechless.
Chen Pingan asked: "Senior Zuo, do you have something to say?"
He shook his head left and right and said, "I'm too lazy to reason. This is not something I'm good at. So if you're hesitating about the strength of the sword, your level is too low, which will cause trouble."
Chen Ping'an didn't think he was joking, so he said: "Mr. Wen Sheng, he loves drinking and traveling around. He has never been to the Great Wall of Sword Qi? The drinks here are actually not bad."
It seems unprecedented
Somewhat aggrieved, "Get out!"
The senior spoke and the junior obeyed. Chen Pingan immediately stood up, called Ning Yao, took out the talisman boat, and hovered outside the city.
Yao Chongdao nodded to Ning Yao, and Ning Yao Yufeng came to the talisman boat, and together with Chen Pingan, who was pretending to be calm, returned to the city in the distance that was still brightly lit in the night.
He glanced left and right at the young man in green shirt on the talisman boat, especially the very familiar white jade hairpin.
He closed his eyes again and continued to sharpen his sword intention.
File a complaint against your husband.
If you tell the truth once and for all, you can still be reasonable.
When everyone was still young, who among the fellow disciples was the best at this kind of thing?
Yao Chongdao came to the vicinity of Zuo Zuo, looked at the small talisman boat and the big city, and asked: "Zuo Zuo, do you value this young man very much?"
Zuo Zuo said calmly: "My impression of the Yao family is very average, so don't talk nonsense to me just because you are older."
Yao Chongdao was almost furious. Did he really think he was a temperless clay Buddha?
Just fight, no matter who you are afraid of.
Can you really beat me to death?
As a result, the boss swordsman walked out of the hut with a smile, stood at the door, looked up, and whispered: "We are a rare visitor."
Chen Qingdu quickly walked back to the hut. Since the visitor was a guest rather than an enemy, there was no need to worry. Chen Qingdu just stamped his foot and immediately cast a restraint, and the entire top of the Sword Qi Great Wall was isolated into a small world.
, so as not to attract more unnecessary prying eyes.
In addition to Chen Qing who was the first to notice the clues, several saints and the hidden official also realized that something was wrong.
No one could so quietly pass through the two great canopy barriers and reach the Sword Qi Great Wall without passing through the gate of the Hanging Mountain.
Not only the Taoist Great Heavenly Lord who guards the Daoxuan Mountain cannot do it.
I'm afraid that even those Confucian temples that guard the territory of a continent and worship sages and hold jade tablets in the vast world can't do it.
Many of the Sword Immortals stationed on top of the city were unaware that someone had sneaked into the city, and those outside the Sword Qi Great Wall were even less aware of it.
Waiting until a strange phenomenon appears on the top of the city, and then trying to find out what's going on, it will be difficult to reach the sky.
What's more, no one dared to act rashly, so many sword immortals continued to practice with concentration.
He was stunned for a moment, then stood up.
As a result, he was slapped on the head, "You're talking to seniors like this? What are the rules?"
After hesitating for a while, he still had to stand up. When the husband comes, he always has to stand up and salute, but he was slapped on the head again, "You still don't listen, right? You want to talk back, right? You haven't put on the Fang Jie Wa for three days, right?"
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The people on the left and right, who had no choice but to stand or sit, stopped there, and said to Yao Chong, "It's the junior who was rude. I apologize to senior Yao."
Then Yao Chongdao saw an old man who looked like a poor old Confucian scholar. He stretched out his hand to help the somewhat cramped left and right man, and grinned brightly at him.
My daughter, I helped find a good son-in-law. A good daughter and a good son-in-law gave birth to a great granddaughter. As a result, my great granddaughter helped me find the best grandson-in-law, Yao Dajianxian. What a blessing. I
I can’t even envy you, so I just taught a few disciples and it was okay.”
Finally, he could stand and talk. He took a step back, bowed and saluted, "Sir!"
The shocking sword energy around him had no effect on the ethereal old Confucian scholar in blue shirt.
Yao Chongdao looked puzzled and asked tentatively: "Mr. Wen Sheng?"
The old scholar had an embarrassed look on his face, "All those who were not literary saints have long since disappeared. I am young and cannot be called sir. It is just good luck that I have such a small and magnificent past. It's okay not to mention it now."
, I am not as old as the Yao family master, just call me brother."
Yao Chongdao was a little stunned.
Some don't know how to deal with this famous Confucian literary sage.
The vast world of Confucian red tape happens to be what sword cultivators at the Great Wall of Sword Qi despise the most.
The old scholar looked around and said anxiously: "I came in a hurry, and I have to leave as soon as possible. I can't stay for a long time. Let's talk about the boss swordsman?"
Chen Qingdu was sitting in the thatched hut, smiling and nodding, "Then let's talk."
A Confucian saint sitting on the Great Wall of Sword Qi took the initiative to show up, bowed and saluted, "Meet the Literary Sage."
The saints of the three religions who sit here will also rotate, and the length of time is not fixed.
This Confucian saint was once a world-renowned great Buddhist disciple. After arriving at the Great Wall of Sword Qi, he possesses both cultural and magical powers and is extremely skilled in magic. He is a being that even Yin Guan is not willing to provoke.
The old scholar sighed with emotion, "You just lost the quarrel. It's because you haven't mastered what you have learned, and it's not that your Buddhist knowledge is not good. I advised you not to do this at that time. Why did you have to join our Confucian school? It's better now. You suffered."
Really? Do you really think that one person can absorb the basic knowledge of two religions? If there is such a simple good thing, then why argue about it? Isn’t it because the Taoist and Buddha’s ability to persuade conflicts is not as good as this? Besides, let’s talk about it.
, you just can’t quarrel, but fighting is good, it’s a pity, it’s such a pity.”
To the ears of the Confucian disciples in the Confucian Temple Academy, this kind of language might be considered as treason, deviance, or at least turning their elbows outward.
The Confucian sage who changed his family after losing an argument smiled and said: "Infinite time is a place of freedom."
A single word caused the world to change color in the Great Sword Qi Great Wall, but the phenomenon was quickly dispelled by the sword Qi from the top of the city.
The old scholar shook his head, sighed, and passed by in a flash. When he arrived at the hut, Chen Qingdu stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "Literary Saint, please sit down."
The old scholar calmed down and said, "The Confucian Temple needs to borrow three people from you."
Chen Qingdu asked: "Why are you here? Not the more legitimate Li Sheng Ya Sheng, nor the deputy leader of the Chinese Confucian Temple?"
The old scholar laughed and said: "I am thick-skinned. When they come, they will be disgraced."
Chen Qingdu shook his head and said, "I won't borrow it."
The old scholar murmured: "This is not very good."
We walked left and right outside the hut.
Not long after, the old scholar walked out of the house with a melancholy look on his face, "It's hard to talk, but we have to talk no matter how hard it is."
The left and right asked: "When will sir leave here?"
The old scholar scratched his head and said, "We have to try again. If we really don't have to discuss it, we have no choice. If we should leave, we have to leave. There is no other way. In this life, we will work hard and take the blame."
He said to the left and right: "Don't you see Chen Ping'an?"
The old scholar said angrily: "You care about me?"
No more words were spoken.
He is worthy of being the founder of the literary sage lineage.
The old scholar seemed a little guilty, and patted his shoulders, "Sir, Sir, and the scholar you respect more have finally opened a path together. That is a vast territory comparable to the fifth world. There is a lot of everything, just
There aren't many people, and there won't be many people there for a while. Isn't that just what you want? Why don't you go over there and have a look?"
Shaking his head left and right, "Sir, there aren't many people here, and it's better than that new world, because here, the further you go, the fewer people there are, and there won't be more and more people swarming in."
The old scholar complained sadly: "I, sir, must be wronged because every student and disciple is disobedient."
Left and right said softly: "There is no other Chen Ping'an."
The old scholar said earnestly: "Sir, if you keep poking at Mr.'s heart like this, it will be outrageous."
Zuo Zuo asked in confusion: "Why isn't it suitable for you, sir, to meet Chen Ping'an?"
The old scholar smiled and frowned, with a strange look on his face, "I heard that your junior brother just built the ancestral hall on the hilltop of his hometown, and hung my statue in the middle and highest. In fact, it is quite inappropriate. You can just hang it secretly in the study room.
, I am not a person who pays attention to such trivial matters. Look, when the Confucian Temple kicked me out, sir, did I care? I didn’t care at all. The vain fame and profit in the world are too unreasonable, like the salted peanuts that go with wine, one bite at a time."
He said to the left and right: "Excuse me, sir, please put the smile on your face away."
The old scholar yelled, and found that Mr. Yao was no longer on the top of the city. He rubbed his face, jumped up, and slapped his left and right heads with his backhand, "You have the nerve to talk nonsense about others, but you are also talking nonsense yourself.
.Among the disciples, you are the least enlightened."
The people on the left and right were a little helpless, "After all, he is the elder of Ning Yao's family, so the disciples will inevitably have their hands tied."
The old scholar said doubtfully: "I didn't say that it was wrong for you to restrain your hands and feet. You can't move your hands and feet. But you have so much sword energy. Sometimes, if you are not careful, you can't control the slightest bit and run towards Yao Lao'er. Yao
I yelled a few more words, and then you two took advantage of the situation to exchange ideas, benefited each other in swordsmanship, and defeated Yao Laoer, and you flattered him a few more words at the top of your voice, what a good thing. I can't understand this?"
He nodded his head and said: "My disciple is stupid, but you sir are reasonable."
The old scholar turned around and ran towards the hut, "If you think of some reasons, go and haggle over the price."
Walk left and right to the city head.
After a while, the old scholar sighed again and came to his side.
The left and right asked: "Sir, do you think that if we stand on one grain of dust and walk to another grain of dust, this is already the limit of a cultivator."
The old scholar smiled and said: "A tree and a tree will say hello in the wind, and a mountain and a tree will greet each other in the wind.
A mountain will be silent for thousands of years, and a river will bump into each other when they grow up. All things can be contented by just observing."
He pondered for a moment and said, "Sir, please speak more briefly."
The old scholar said: "Sir, I don't know the answer to your question, so I have to fool you casually."
There is nothing left to say.
The old scholar sighed with emotion: "The immortal family is sitting on the top of the mountain, and the road in the world is muddy."
He said, "Sir, you are blaming the students."
The old scholar shook his head and said solemnly: "I am demanding sages and heroes."
After that, I accompanied my husband and watched the scenery all night without saying anything.
After daybreak, the old scholar turned around and walked towards the thatched hut and said, "If I can't convince Chen Qingdu this time, I'm going to throw a tantrum."
They had been waiting quietly for the result. At noon, the old scholar left the hut, twirled his beard and walked away, silent.
Left and right whispered: "Chen Ping'an wants to propose marriage to the Ning family, and the boss Jianxian agrees to be the matchmaker."
The old scholar was stunned, and then beat his chest and said, "This old guy Chen Qingdu is so shameless! What's wrong with him? Do you think that I, the teacher, are dead? Well, even if I am half dead..."
There was a bang.
The old scholar's already ethereal figure turned into a phantom and disappeared without a trace, as if he had suddenly disappeared from the world.
He squinted his eyes left and right, held the hilt of the sword, and faced the hut.
But in an instant, there were subtle ripples and tremors again, and the old scholar stood still, looking a little tired and exhausted. He stretched out his hand and patted the left and right arms holding the sword.
He still didn't let go of the sword hilt.
The old scholar smiled and said: "Okay, what a big deal."
Chen Qingdu appeared at the door of the hut and asked with a smile: "Are you just planning to stay here?"
The old scholar sighed, "Even if I want to stay for a long time, I can't do it. After drinking, I will pack up and get out immediately."
This is the overwhelming victory of heaven and earth.
When Lu Chen went from Qing Ming Tianxia to Haoran Tianxia, and then to Lizhu Cave Tianxia, it was not easy. He would be suppressed by the Great Dao everywhere.
Chen Qingdu smiled and reminded: "We don't have the support of Mr. Wen Sheng here. I advise you not to do this."
The old scholar suddenly said: "That's right, that's okay."
The Sword Qi Great Wall without fighting is actually very peaceful. There will also be busy traffic outside the high-end mansion, and the crowing of cocks and dogs in the small streets and alleys.
However, there is no Chenghuang Pavilion in the Wenwu Temple here, there is no custom of posting door gods and Spring Festival couplets, and there is no custom of visiting the graves of ancestors.
The dilapidated street was being renovated and the craftsmen were busy. The biggest culprit was sitting on a bench in front of a grocery store, basking in the sun.
Ning Yao was chatting with Die Zhang, business was deserted, very average.
Chen Ping'an didn't seem to be worried at all when he saw the mountains. He was a little anxious.
It's just that the two parties have only met a few times, so Chen Ping'an can't speak easily. Women who are around the woman they love should especially pay attention to their sense of propriety.
A big kid fumbled closer, made a fist and wiped his nose, pretending to be brave and asked: "Your name is Chen Pingan, right?"
Chen Pingan asked with a smile: "Why are you looking for a fight with me?"
The child was so frightened that he took a few steps back, but still refused to leave. He asked, "Do you want to teach me boxing? I can give you money."
Chen Pingan shook his head and said, "I won't teach you."
The child insisted: "If you think you don't have enough money, I can pay you back. Later, I learn how to box and kill monsters and earn money, so I can make up for it again and again. Anyway, you are very capable and your fists are so big. I don't dare not pay back the money you owe."
Chen Ping'an put his hands in his sleeves and his shoulders were slouched, and he asked lazily: "Why should I learn boxing? Shouldn't I practice swordsmanship?"
The child said angrily: "I am not an innate swordsman, so I have no future in practicing swordsmanship, and no one is willing to teach me. Sister Diezhang even dislikes my lack of qualifications and insists that I become a bricklayer. She has been training for several months in vain."
shop."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Learning martial arts and boxing is similar to practicing swordsmanship. It's very expensive and requires qualifications. You'd better be a bricklayer."
The child squatted on the spot, maybe he had already guessed the result, and looked at the young man in green shirt who was said to be from Haoran Tianxia. If you speak so unpleasantly, please don't be rude to me, so he said: "You look so good."
It's not that bad either, why does Sister Ning like you?"
Chen Pingan was a little happy and asked: "If you like someone, you only look at their appearance."
The child asked back: "Otherwise?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "I'm not ugly either."
The child squatted there, shook his head, and sighed.
Chen Pingan was a little hurt. His appearance was not as good as that of Chen Sanqiu and Pang Yuanji, but it was not "ugly" in any way. He raised his palm and felt for the stubble on his chin. It must be because he had not shaved.
With this bold kid taking the lead, a large group of peers, including some teenagers and girls further away, became noisy.
Looking at the foreigner who fought four times in one go, his eyes, big and small, were full of curiosity.
The world is full of willows and willows in spring, but here at the Great Wall of Sword Qi is the chilling autumn wind.
Separated by a door, there is a different world, different seasons, and completely different customs.
In the Great Wall of Sword Qi, it is not difficult to survive, even the weakest child can do it.
But if you want to live well here, it will become extremely difficult.
Therefore, those who have the ability to drink regularly, even if they drink on credit, are definitely not ordinary people.
Of course, it is also very simple for a child with a noble surname to live a life of fine clothing and fine food that is not inferior to the life of a prince, not to mention having no worries about food and clothing.
The real virtues accumulated by our ancestors are all sword immortals and sword cultivator ancestors who sacrificed their lives to earn a wealthy life. Not to mention that they also need to fight in battle. If they can walk down from the top of the city alive, they should enjoy the blessings.
Maybe it’s because I think Chen Ping’an is easier to talk to.
Soon, a large number of people gathered around Chen Pingan's small bench, chattering and bustling.
Foreigners who can enter the city from Daixuan Mountain tend to stay on the side where rich families gather and don't like to come here.
Chen Pingan came to the Jianqi Great Wall for the first time, and he also talked with Ning Yao about the city's personnel and customs. He knew that the young people born and raised here had various opinions about the vast world that is so close to the world.
attitude. Some people say they must go there to eat a bowl of the most authentic Yangchun noodles. Some people heard that there are many beautiful girls in the world, but they are really just girls. They are soft and weak, with wicker waists, wandering around, anyway.
I just don't have a ray of sword energy in my body. I also want to know what kind of fairy life the scholars over there live.
At this moment, Chen Pingan was surrounded by many questions. Chen Pingan answered some and pretended not to hear others.
There is a child who has never been to the south of Chengtou in his life. He asked if there are really countless green hills in your hometown. They are so green, especially after it rains. If you take a deep breath, you can smell the flowers and grass.
aroma.
An older boy asked Chen Ping'an what it was like when the mountain gods and narcissus got married, the city god solved the case at night, and what the situation was like with the mandrills and water ghosts.
Others quickly took out crumpled little books that were regarded as treasures, and asked whether the pictures and writings in the books were all true. They asked the mandarin duck hiding under the lotus to take shelter from the rain, if the big house over there was
Do you really want to set up a net under the eaves to stop the birds from making nests and pooping, and the patio with all the water flowing into the house? In the winter, when it rains, snows, etc., do you really want to keep people from freezing? And over there
The drinks here are like pebbles on the roadside. Is it true that you can drink them without spending money? Isn’t it unreasonable that you need to pay the bill to drink here? There is also the brothel Goulan in Yingying Yanyan.
, what kind of place is it? What kind of wine is flower wine? What's going on in the plowing fields over there and transplanting rice seedlings? Why does everyone there have to have a place to live after they die? Aren't they afraid of living?
Is there no place for people to stay? Is the world really that big?
The last young man complained: "I don't know much. I ask three questions and answer one, but I am still a great person in the world."
Chen Ping'an quietly twisted his wrist, took out the sword pot, took a sip of wine, waved and said: "It's time to go, don't delay your sister Die Zhang's business."
The big kid who was the first to talk to Chen Pingan was squatting next to the small bench. He said: "The shop is not doing much business, let's talk about it later."
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "I have been chatting with you for a long time, but I haven't earned a single copper coin."
Complaints arose everywhere, and the birds and beasts dispersed.
That big kid ran far away, then turned around and shouted: "Sister Ning, this guy is stingy, do whatever you like him to do!"
Chen Pingan stood up, rubbed oil on the soles of the child's feet, turned into the corner of the street, poked his head out again, and said in a louder voice, "Sister Ning, I'm not going to lie to you. Just now Chen Pingan secretly told me that he felt
Sister Diezhang is pretty good, but don’t like such a playboy."
Ning Yao was inside the shop, leaning against the counter, and smiled at each other.
Chen Pingan sat back on the bench and raised his middle finger towards the street.
After the commotion, the sun was warm and it was quiet. Chen Pingan was drinking, still a little uncomfortable.
Chen Pingan suddenly stood up.
It turned out that at some point, an old scholar stood beside me.
The old scholar reached out and patted the young man on the shoulder, "You have grown up, thank you for your hard work."