Liu Xianyang really just went back to his hometown for a visit. After watching it, he took the dragon boat ferry called "Fanmo" in Luopo Mountain. It could not reach the old Dragon City directly. He had to go to Shushui Kingdom in the middle of Aquarius Continent.
Transfer at Xianjia Ferry and go south along the dragon road.
All the direct descendants of the Ancestral Hall on Zhuchai Island have already moved from Shujian Lake to Cheilyubei. They are considered to be the first fairy clan to form an alliance with Luopo Mountain.
In the past, Her Royal Highness the Princess, who listened to the government from behind the curtain, is now the owner of the island, Liu Chongrun, who personally serves as the steward of the ferry. After all, it is difficult to reassure people that there is no Earthly Immortal monk on board the ferry.
Ruan Xiu saw Liu Xianyang off at Niujiaoshan Ferry.
The dragon boat was so huge that it was like a mountain of gold and silver. Liu Xianyang was very moved when he saw it. In the early years, among the three of them, the one who wanted to make money the most was not Gu Can, but Chen Pingan. But unlike Gu Can, who wanted to make money, he thought about it early.
Spending money is different. Chen Ping'an is afraid of poverty. Only by earning money every day, no matter how much, even if the family's wealth is just one more copper coin than yesterday, can the unstable life become stable and the stable life become stable.
More stable.
When he returned to his hometown this time, Liu Xianyang mostly went door to door, chatting with neighbors who had stayed in the town for a long time. The elderly went there less and less every year, and the children wearing crotchless pants grew up year by year.
, each has a marriage, and you may not know Liu Xianyang when you meet him. Those people of the same age in the past are busy doing business in the city, so Liu Xianyang has few opportunities to really talk to people, and they are destined to do so in the future.
There will be less and less.
Now chatting with the old man, Ma Kuxuan, who has become a fairy on the mountain in Xinghua Lane, Chen Ping'an, a big landowner who bought many hills in his hometown, Song Jixin, who inexplicably became the son and grandson of the dragon, and the officials in the state city.
Dong Shuijing, who does big business together, is the most talked-about figure in the town.
Moreover, these old people who have endured hard times seem to particularly like to praise the feng shui of Xinghua Lane and Clay Vase Lane, saying that they are no worse than Fulu Street and Taoye Lane.
Liu Xianyang likes to listen to the old people talking about the shortcomings of their parents, especially the old people who were not familiar with Mu Ping Alley earlier. When they talk about Chen Ping'an, he seems to be the younger generation he watched grow up every day, which makes Liu Xianyang very happy.
Indeed, when it comes to dealing with people, especially dealing with elders, Chen Pingan has been good at dealing with people since he was a child. He usually doesn't talk much, but when he meets people on the street, he will take the initiative to say hello and never mess up the seniority, even if the other person ignores or looks askance.
Even if you don't give it, next time we meet, the boy from Mud Bottle Alley will still call you politely.
Some successes and sudden wealth are due to good luck and cannot be envied. But some successes are due to the accumulation of bits and pieces over time. It seems that you can learn it casually, but it seems that you cannot learn it.
Liu Xianyang was waiting for the dragon boat ferry to dock, and he still needed to unload and load the goods. Now the sale of dragon boats is related to the Pi Ma Zong and Chun Lu Pu in Luzhou, Beiju. This is something that many small town people cannot imagine.
Liu Xianyang suddenly smiled and asked: "The kid named Xie Ling on the mountain has a very strange appearance."
It has always been a small town custom to have something in your words.
Ruan Xiu hummed and said, "It's just a child."
Liu Xianyang was a little gloating about his misfortune.
Ruan Xiu said: "You can't control Gu Can."
Liu Xianyang nodded and said: "I'll beat him until he dies. If Gu Can doesn't fight back, he can't change the little slug's fundamental character. I've known this for a long time, so I didn't think about how to control him. This little slug can't be changed."
The bastard finally has some conscience left and knows who is really good to him."
Ruan Xiu and Liu Xianyang were old acquaintances. Liu Xianyang actually entered the sword-making shop by the Longxu River earlier than Chen Pingan, and served as an apprentice, not the day laborer who helped Chen Pingan later. He also made porcelain.
Well, whether it is forging swords or forging iron, it seems that Liu Xianyang is quicker than Chen Pingan to follow the local customs. Liu Xianyang is like paving the way and there is a way to go. He likes to pull Chen Pingan behind him.
On the road of life, many people want their friends to live well, but they may not want their friends to live better than themselves, especially if they are much better.
Liu Xianyang is not like this, nor is Chen Pingan. This is probably why two people with very different temperaments can become true friends, and even more so after their lives have undergone earth-shaking changes.
Ruan Xiu held an embroidered handkerchief in one hand, picked up a piece of peach blossom cake, and asked: "Didn't you go to Mud Ping Lane to say hello and chat with her?"
Liu Xianyang said with emotion: "The love I had when I was young is Xin Xinyan. Looking back, it is a beautiful memory."
By the time Liu Xianyang finished his emotion, Ruan Xiu had already finished a piece of pastry, then picked up a piece of almond pastry and said, "What did you talk about with my dad? My dad seems to be very happy."
Liu Xianyang laughed and said: "Master Ruan drinks, and I scold Chen Ping'an."
Ruan Xiu said oh.
Liu Xianyang was not lying, but he still had something serious to discuss with Ruan Xiu. Chen Chunan went to sea that year. After returning, he found Liu Xianyang and asked him to return to his hometown and help send a message to Aquarius Island.
Li Song clan. Liu Xianyang felt that it would be more appropriate to let Ruan Qiong, the chief minister of Da Li and his future master, argue with the young emperor. The matter was not a small matter, it was about the Chen Confucian family's support for the Great Sui Mountain Cliff.
The academy has returned to the list of the seventy-two academies. However, the Linlu Academy built by Dali in Piyun Mountain is not familiar to the Chen Confucian family and would not say a word about the Confucian Temple.
Liu Xianyang was a little confused at the time, so he asked frankly, why did the Chen family, a mellow scholar from the Yasheng lineage, want to do this? Aren't they worried about criticism within the Yasheng lineage?
Liu Xianyang's worries are not unreasonable. A deputy leader of the Zhongtu Confucian Temple is on par with Chen Chun'an in terms of realm and seniority. In short, Chen Chun'an is a world-famous scholar and an Asian scholar.
The pillar of the Saint lineage, but Chen Chun'an still has many constraints on his words and deeds in the cultural heritage of the Yasheng lineage.
Chen Chun'an seemed to be in a good mood at the time, and told Liu Xianyang that this was a scholar deal between him and Chen Pingan. If Chen Pingan only relied on his identity as a close disciple of the Literary Saint lineage, and dared to talk nonsense to Chen Chun'an like this, it would be a bit unkind.
Finally, on the stone cliff with the surging river at its feet, Chen Chun'an patted Liu Xianyang's shoulder. The old man said something fresh to the young man, saying that we scholars should not be ashamed to talk about interests, and should be pragmatic and lofty in our hearts.
We should be pragmatic and heavy-handed. Scholars should go out of their studies, walk around the common people, and talk about principles that even people who have not read the books can understand.
Liu Xianyang blurted out a sentence at that time, saying that we fellow scholars should not just be scholars.
The old man was greatly pleased, smiled while stroking his beard, and said that our family tradition of Confucian Chen family was quite good.
Ruan Xiu suddenly said: "I said I don't care too much, so why not take the underground river? There is no ferry going directly to Old Dragon City."
Liu Xianyang rubbed his cheeks with his hands and said: "The town was just that big back then. I didn't dare to think too much about the good-looking girl in Taoye Lane, Fulu Street. She was different. She was Chen Pingan's neighbor and lived in Mupin.
Alley, not even as good as my ancestral home. She was a maid from Song Dynasty who carried firewood and did the work of fetching water and cooking every day. I felt that I was worthy of her. If I really want to say how much I like her, well, yes, or
I like her very much, but I'm not that obsessed with it, and I just let it all go. If we're not together, what can we do?"
Ruan Xiu asked: "What kind of place is the Great Wall of Sword Qi?"
Liu Xianyang thought for a while, "It's a place with few things but a lot of swordsmanship. Cultivation, life and death, don't seem to be that big of a deal over there at the Great Wall of Sword Qi. So there are also a lot of drunkards there, and swordsmen."
After all, both Xiu and Sword Immortal like to drink. It can even be said that in my impression, the Great Wall of Sword Qi is the place where experts are least like an expert outside of my hometown."
Ruan Xiu nodded.
Liu Xianyang looked awkward, hesitated for a long time, and finally couldn't help but said: "Ruan Xiu, I have known you for a long time, right? We have a very good relationship, right? There are just some words, I really can't say much, Chen Ping'an
, you are all my friends, so I can only try not to say the words you may want to hear on something."
Ruan Xiu raised her head, looked at Liu Xianyang, and shook her head, "I don't want to hear the words you think I want to hear, such as why Ruan Xiu is better than Ning Yao, and you and I are better friends than Ning Yao."
Liu Xianyang was relieved and laughed, "Miss Ruan is Miss Ruan after all."
Ruan Xiu said: "I just asked this. In addition to being curious about what the Sword Qi Great Wall looks like now, I also want to know if he is living well there. If Ning Yao is here, he is living well.
, I am friends with him, and of course I will be very happy."
Just when Liu Xianyang was about to follow Ruan Xiu's words and chat a few more words, about how that boy Chen Ping'an was so at home at the Great Sword Qi Wall, Liu Xianyang suddenly stopped and silently warned himself not to talk too much.
In a few years, when Liu Xianyang returns to his hometown next time, he will legitimately become the direct descendant of the Longquan Sword Sect. Regarding this matter, after Liu Xianyang climbed the mountain, Ruan Qiong and the direct descendants and named disciples all made it clear.
Ruan Qiong didn't say, Liu Xianyang didn't ask, whether the ranking on the family tree was after Dong Gu, the founder of the mountain, or directly after Xie Ling, it became an interesting conversation among many named disciples of Longquan Sword Sect after dinner.
Everyone in the sect is now familiar with the sect master's temper. As long as he is sincere in practicing swordsmanship, he will not have many taboos in words. There are a lot of speculations about Liu Xianyang's cultivation state. After all, serious Confucian disciples don't practice much swordsmanship.
Ruan Xiu asked curiously: "Why are you still willing to come back here to practice swordsmanship and Taoism in Longquan Sword Sect? My father can't teach you anything."
Liu Xianyang said helplessly: "Chen Ping'an is too good at taking care of others, but not very good at taking care of himself. I'm far away and don't worry."
"'I don't worry about Chen Ping'an."
Ruan Xiu whispered Liu Xianyang's heartfelt words. She laughed, put away the embroidered handkerchief and put it into her sleeve. With her fingers stained with pastry crumbs, she gently twisted the cuffs and corners, "Liu Xianyang, not everyone has it."
Those who are qualified to say such things may have been fine before, but it will be very difficult in the future.”
Liu Xianyang laughed and said, "I don't worry about Chen Pingan."
Ruan Xiuxiao narrowed her eyes and pretended to be stupid.
The residence and study room of the old Longcheng feudal prince.
There are some orthodox history books from different dynasties, collections of poems by literary figures, and albums of paintings and calligraphy placed on the desk. There is not a single item from the Immortal family placed as a decoration.
There are four screens placed behind the desk, an old Dali map, a map of Aquarius Continent, and the remaining two depicting the distribution maps of the Xianjia sects of Tongye Continent and Beiju Luzhou respectively.
Song Jixin, who had just returned to the southern vassal from his hometown in the north, was sitting alone in the study. He moved his chair and sat facing the four screens.
Song Jixin wrapped his hands around a small and exquisite heart-nurturing pot and gently rotated it. The small pot was inscribed with the word "mandrill".
Song Jixin gently twisted the small pot in his hand. The lost thing was found again, and it was returned to its original owner, but the method was not very honorable. However, Song Jixin didn't care what Fu Nanhua would think.
Back then, Fu Nanhua entered Lizhu Cave and bought this small pot from Song Jixin with a bag of gold copper coins and an old dragon cloth rain pendant. The deal was actually quite fair. Of course, Fu Nanhua still relied on it.
I picked up a big leak. Unlike many magic weapons on the mountain, which have no rank, but are worthless to Earth Immortal monks, this Yangxin Lake is a rare magic weapon of extremely high rank, which is most suitable for the cultivation of Earth Immortals.
The heart of the Tao moistens the Qi Mansion. Not only that, there is a small cave in the pot, and it is still a small object. So after Fu Nanhua got it, he asked an expert to inspect it. He was overjoyed and cherished it very much.
Yesterday when Fu Nanhua was "reminiscing about old times" with the young feudal lord, Song Jixin mentioned this small pot, and today Fu Nanhua asked someone to send it to him.
Song Jixin did not really covet a heart-nurturing pot, but this trip back to his hometown made the young vassal king who had always seemed to be diligent in his political affairs, but in fact just muddle along, change from a mud bottle lane Song Dynasty who did not seek merit but sought no faults.
Ji Xin unknowingly raised his spirits and finally began to regard himself as "Song Mu", the king of the Great Li vassal. Then this small pot fell into his hands again. Song Ji Xin let go of his hand and weighed it gently. This is Yamashita
The weight of power.
Since ancient times, the immortal family has looked down upon the princes.
But today's Great Li Dynasty is different. It has already suppressed all the mountain forces in a continent, restrained them, and intimidated them to the point of breathlessness. You can be the Shen Gao Sect or the Zhenjing Sect. Not only do you have the prefix "Zong", they also have great backers in other continents.
So what if he was such a giant. When he came to the court meeting in the royal study room of the Great Li Emperor "Song He", he still had to treat himself as a half-courtier. He had to act according to people's expressions, sit down obediently, and get up obediently.
Song Jixin tossed the priceless pot casually and caught it with both hands.
There were two secret files on the table behind him, both of which were information collected by Song Jixin at the request of Tong Ren Peng Tian. Song Jixin could not trust the Green Wave Pavilion spies at all, because the earliest owner of Green Wave Pavilion was, after all, the Empress of Great Li.
Today's Queen Mother is Song Jixin's biological mother. Although Green Wave Pavilion and the cattle and horse stalls now belong to the Imperial Master, Song Jixin knows very well that many old people in Green Wave Pavilion who have not been eliminated know that
Any fool knows how to choose between the emperor Song He, the Queen Mother, and the weak and powerful vassal king Song Mu.
However, Peng Terrace is a unique intelligence agency of the Da Li military. It will only take orders from the emperor's uncle Song Changjing. Until now, even the national advisor Cui Chan has not intervened.
Song Jixin turned his head and glanced at the two files. One was a list of monks in the five realms of Luzhou, Beiju, which was very detailed. The other was a file about "Young Cui Dongshan", which was very brief.
The Fire Dragon Master from Pa Di Peak, Li Yu from the Taixia lineage have passed away, referring to Xuanfeng Yuan Lingdian, and the Baiyun Taoshan Lineage. Fortunately, one of them is only in the Nascent Soul Realm, otherwise the Fire Dragon Lineage would be really terrible.
Already.
Thank you, God.
The Skull Beach Pima Sect, the sect leader Zhu Quan, and two old masters.
Ghost Valley Jingguan City, Gaocheng.
There are Taoist temples, temples, and hidden treasures in the peach forest. The specific details are currently unknown.
In Duckweed Sword Lake, the female Sword Immortal Li Cai has traveled to the Great Wall of Sword Qi.
Taihui Sword Sect, the leader Han Huaizi, the ancestor Huang Tong, and the new Jade Pure Realm Sword Immortal Liu Jinglong. Han Huaizi has also been on the Sword Qi Great Wall for many years.
Bai Shang, the best swordsman in the North, is Xu Xuan’s mentor.
Ji Yue from Yuanwei Mountain died in battle and exchanged lives with Gu You, a ten-level warrior. This was a great loss to the entire Beiju Luzhou.
Shuilong Sect, Northern Sect Sun Jie, Southern Sect Shao Jingzhi.
The head of the Qionglin Sect.
Dayuan Dynasty Chongxuan Department Yunxiao Palace, head of the Yang family.
Qingliangzong congratulates Xiaoliang.
Huang Juran, a wild cultivator in the Immortal Realm who is temporarily unaware of life and death.
In addition, there are many similar existences to Taolin Taoist temples and temples, as well as those few masters living in the world who quietly live in seclusion. It is difficult for the spies of the Great Li Dynasty to truly penetrate into the hinterland of Beiju Luzhou to explore those long-standing secrets. The truth. There are also some secret histories, which are the journeys of all living and dead swordsmen to the Great Wall of Sword Qi.
As for Cui Dongshan, he only gave him a blank piece of paper.
However, there are two pieces of paper that were transferred from the Ministry of Justice to the study here. One of them briefly explains where this person appeared, stayed, and behaved. He studied in the academy for the most time and first appeared in the Lizhu Cave Heaven that has not yet broken to the ground. Later, Yu Lu, the young prince of the Lu family, was renamed Xie Xie, and they were taken to the Great Sui Academy. There, they had a conflict with the Gao family of the Great Sui Dynasty when they worshiped Cai Jingshen, and an extremely brilliant magic weapon was cast in the capital. Heavy Rain, later together with Ruan Xiu, hunted down a Nascent Soul Bottleneck Sword Cultivator from the Zhu Ying Dynasty, and successfully killed him on the border of the Zhu Ying Dynasty.
The concluding sentence on the first page of the Ministry of Punishments file is that this person breaks through situations very quickly, has many magic weapons, and has a very strange temperament.
The second page of paper is densely packed with introductions to those magic weapons.
Song Jixin withdrew his gaze, turned around and continued to stare at the four screens. Nowadays, the monks on the mountain who came in and out of the feudal prince's mansion were a mixed bag, with many hidden identities. If the other party didn't take the initiative to tell them, Song Jixin wouldn't be able to guess even if he broke his head. Ye Zong has been secretly enshrined in the Ancestral Hall of Aquarius Continent for many years, as well as the business manager of Qiong Lin Sect in Luzhou, Beiju.
Song Jixin was like a fool at first, and could only say some decent words as much as possible. But after reviewing the situation, Song Jixin suddenly discovered that the words he thought were appropriate were actually the most inappropriate ones, and would probably make many people hesitate to reveal their identities. A worldly master, he felt that chatting with a young vassal king like himself was just playing the piano to an ox.
Because Song Jixin has never figured out what he wants.
Change back to Song He's real name? Compete with his younger brother for the throne? Song Jixin is not interested, or Song Jixin is afraid of repeating the same mistakes. Anyone who has read a few history books knows that brothers from the emperor's family will die if they are jealous. Many people, whether today or the Queen Mother, are all his closest relatives after all. Song Jixin found that his life seemed to have been so sloppy. It was difficult to love anyone purely, and it was impossible to hate anyone completely. In the end, he was all Paying off debts one by one, the supervisor Song Yuzhang, the neighbor Chen Ping'an, the maid Zhigui...
It can't go on like this.
Song Jixin clenched the heart-nourishing pot in his hand and stood up suddenly.
Zhigui stood quietly at the door of the study for a long time, and then he said: "Master, there is someone who has been waiting to see you for a long time. She is the legitimate daughter of the Yunlin Jiang family and the nominal wife of Fu Nanhua. Well, that woman looks a little bit...
Rich appearance. It's just a trick used by an expert to hide his true appearance, so it's okay."
Song Jixin walked towards the door with a smile.
While walking side by side with her, Song Jixin asked softly: "How much snake gallstones and gold and copper coins are needed?"
Zhigui's eyes lit up and he said with a smile: "Master, of course it is the same as the silver in the early years. The more the better, but now the court controls these materials very strictly, and the imperial treasury in the capital will not take them out casually."
Song Jixin smiled and said: "Don't worry, I can just find a reason for it. I can make a deal with Nanyue Mountain Lord, use Fan Junmao as a cover, and try to intercept half of it and give it to you."
Zhigui seemed to be surprised and secretly glanced at Song Jixin. The young master looked a little different now.
She continued to wander with her eyes, but she didn't reveal the secret.
Nowadays, there are only a handful of people in Aquarius Island who can make her fearful, and there happens to be one over there, and he is the one she is least willing to provoke.
After Song Jixin left the study.
A young man in white emerged from behind the four screens, and squatting at the corner was a dull child who never breathed.
Cui Dongshan held a folding fan in one hand, tapped his back gently, flipped his wrist with the other hand, turned out a writing brush, and drew circles on a screen. On it, he helped write more about the heritage of Beiju Luzhou and the monks in the upper five realms.
name, and then lay down on the table, flipping through the three pages of paper about himself, first on the two pages of the Ministry of Punishments file, on the many unknown magic weapon entries, one by one, and finally on the blank page of the cattle and horse stalls
Above, write down a sentence: Cui Chan is an old bastard. If you don’t believe me, ask him.
After I finished writing it, I was quite satisfied.
After beckoning Gao Laodi to come to him, Cui Dongshan bent down and drew on the child's face.
Then without raising his head, he smiled and said: "Ma Kuxuan, if you are used to enjoying things without following the rules, one day you will suffer a lot."
Ma Kuxuan appeared and leaned against the door of the study, "How much pain? Will the body die and disappear? The entanglement of cause and effect? Sir, it's okay if others don't know. Frogs at the bottom of a well are clustered in shallow water. But how could you not be clear about it?
, I’m not afraid of this the least?”
Cui Dongshan still painted a turtle on Gao Laodi's face, "On the way here, I saw a righteous scholar who had some ability to treat people's hearts and general trends. Faced with the swords and guns of a group of Li cavalry, he pretended to be generous and died.
, I was willing to die for my country, and I almost defrauded him of a good reputation. I had the sword sheathed, and smashed one of the scholar's fingers with the handle, and only said to the official
A few words, life is not just about life and death. Between life and death, there are many disasters. As long as you can survive the pain of smashing your fingers, just rest assured, I will ensure that he can be in that small vassal country in this life and be the literary world in his lifetime.
The leader can still be given the posthumous title Wenzhen after his death. Guess what happened?"
Ma Kuxuan frowned.
After Cui Dongshan finished painting, he nodded. Every stroke of his imagination was indeed the manifestation of his lifelong skills. Then he turned around and said with a smile: "You said you are not afraid of death and the disappearance of the soul. I believe it. It's just that you don't even know how to entangle cause and effect."
I don’t understand, how can a frog in a well be qualified to tell me whether he is afraid or not? Just talk about Malanhua. Whose arrangement is it? I’m not trying to scare you. Just because of my high level, I have great ability. How many people can kill me? Even if you are in the future
Now that you have reached the realm of heaven, I will still let you worry about it for thousands of years and just do it casually. So, be smart and let me worry less. Otherwise, you will be really afraid of the day. As for me, there is
What’s the benefit? One of the fundamental purposes of the merit theory is to try not to make people stupid, and to make sure that those who seek benefits will get benefits.”
Ma Kuxuan nodded, "That makes sense."
Cui Dongshan sat on a chair, turned the folding fan in his hand, and said with a smile: "If I don't get beaten for a few days, I will beat a poor beggar. You think it's fun or not."
Ma Kuxuan smiled and said: "If you can beat a poor beggar today, you might be able to beat a rich man tomorrow. You have to have some thoughts in life, otherwise you will just be a beggar for the rest of your life."
Cui Dongshan suddenly understood, nodded vigorously and said: "It makes sense."
Ma Kuxuan clasped his fists and said, "I hope I can listen to the teachings of the National Master in the future."
After Cui Dongshan left Nama Kuxuan, he shook his folding fan and felt leisurely. There were four large running scripts written on the fan to persuade people with virtue.
Cui Dongshan stretched out a finger and started gesturing casually, probably writing. He said smugly: "Stretch three inches vertically, as high as a thousand feet. A line of white flies, and a rainbow rises into the sky..."
Cui Dongshan turned his head and looked at the child standing silently next to the desk, "Which child is so handsome?"
The child whose whole face was covered with ghostly symbols suddenly said: "Sir, I want to learn chess."
Cui Dongshan rolled his eyes and said: "Teaching boxing and footwork, starving the master to death, and teaching you how to play chess, what good does it do me?"
The child said: "You can play chess with your husband."
Cui Dongshan shook his head and did not give an answer. He just said something strange and confusing: "The old sword will eventually return."
Carving a boat and looking for a sword is not an idiot, nor is worrying about others ridiculous.
Cui Dongshan began to close his eyes and rest.
The child started to feel dazed.
Half an hour later, Song Jixin returned to the study alone, and Zhigui said he wanted to go out for a walk in the city.
After Song Jixin saw the young man in white who was occupying the magpie's nest, he stopped, then continued to move forward, picked a chair and sat down, and said with a smile: "Mr. Cui really doesn't see anyone outside."
Old Dragon City is not a place where Taoists can feel like they are in an uninhabited land.
Cui Dongshan opened his eyes and asked, "Do you know who I am?"
Song Jixin nodded and said, "There are some guesses."
Cui Dongshan tapped his shoulder with a folding fan, "Brother Gao, tell him who I am, I'm afraid he will guess wrong."
The child said sternly: "My husband is Dongshan."
Cui Dongshan put away the folding fan and suddenly burst into laughter, causing the entire chair to stagger.
Cui Dongshan suddenly calmed down and stood up.
Shocked by the momentum and the invisible pull, Song Jixin couldn't help himself and stood up immediately.
Cui Dongshan said in a deep voice: "Now that the matter has come to an end, I will no longer mess with you. My name is Cui Dongshan, and Cui Chan is the least accomplished of my registered disciples."
Song Jixin bent down and bowed, and said softly: "Master Imperial Master, why bother to be so mean to yourself?"
Cui Dongshan made a fan with his hands and felt the breeze blowing on his face, "How can I relieve my worries but laugh at myself."
The three pages of paper on the table turned into ashes and disappeared in the wind.
Cui Dongshan walked around the table, walked to the window sill near Song Jixin, and said softly: "Qi Jingchun has high expectations for you, why haven't you paid attention to him these years?"
Song Jixin remained silent.
Cui Dongshan lamented, "Song Jixin, Song Jixin, do you know that in many romance novels, you are the one who appears first in the beginning and the one who appears last in the ending. How are you?
Are you just unsatisfied? Do you have a big brain but no clever ideas? Look at Ma Kuxuan of Xinghua Lane. He has a cat with him. You are even more amazing. Before going out, you brought Wang Zhu with you. For example, plus that
Xie Ling of Taoye Lane, my ancestors can all come out from the first few pages of the genealogy, people like you are all the little gods who are destined to you!"
Song Jixin's face looked ugly. What's this all about?
The young man in white raised his head and pretended to be crying silently. He seemed to feel that the atmosphere was not enough, so he snapped his fingers.
Brother Gao understood the idea and started singing the little song, which was a cheerful story about the deliciousness of stinky tofu.
In Cui Dongshan's opinion, there are two ways for a person to live a good life. One is that God will give him food, he has little worries about the near future and no big worries. He opens and closes his eyes and is comfortable every day. The other is that the ancestors
When it comes to eating, you have a skill and you don’t have to worry about being exposed to wind, sun or rain. If you have money, you can eat candied haws on a stick or stinky tofu. You can also skewer it with one hand, one candied haws in one mouthful, and one piece of stinky tofu in one mouthful.
The poor young feudal king stood there, not knowing what to think.
A huge martial arts conference was held in the square outside the gate of Jise Peak Patriarch Hall. To show their attention, a table and four benches were placed, and the table was filled with fruits and pastries.
Of course, the door of the Ancestral Hall cannot be opened casually, nor can things be moved out casually, so the tables and benches are specially brought from the Ancestral Mountain of Luopo Mountain.
All of you here are now the bosses of the Donghuashan Branch under the command of the General Commander of Longquan County.
Pei Qian, the sub-rudder, was sitting on the main seat, with her back to the entrance of the Patriarch Hall, her arms folded across her chest. There was a wooden sign on the table in front of her, which was the leader token of the chief helm of Longquan County. Sister Baoping handed it to her.
It has been kept by Pei Qian for many years.
Zhou Mili, the right guardian of Luolu Mountain, who had just been promoted to deputy helmsman, and Chen Nuanshu, the helmsman of the branch, attended this meeting. Chen Lingjun, the enshrined person, was absent and had already been recorded once in the ledger by the helmsman Pei Qian.
The girl in pink skirt, who holds the keys to all the houses in Luolu Mountain, and the little girl in black, who holds a small golden pole and a green bamboo hiking pole, sit side by side on the bench.
Li Huai, the small helmsman of a school building in the academy under the jurisdiction of the branch, and his members include Liu Guan and Ma Lian, students from Shanya Academy. The three of them are crowded on a bench. Liu Guan, Ma Lian and Li Huai are not only classmates from Shanya Academy in Sui Dynasty
, they are also good friends from the same school. Liu Guan is a descendant of the Han tribe, and Ma Lian is from a powerful family in the Sui Dynasty. The Ma family is still related to the Gao family of Geyang in the Sui Dynasty. Liu Guan and Ma Lian are both Sui Dynasty officials who have high hopes from the academy masters.
Reading seeds.
There is also the right guardian of Rongsheng Qilong Lane, the former Mantou Mountain, Houlongzhou Chenghuang Pavilion incense villain. Because he is the smallest, he is allowed to sit on the table by the sub-ruler. He is fortunate to be face to face with the sub-ruler.
The guardian on the left side of Qilong Lane was lying under the bench.
As the leader of the martial arts alliance, the chief helmsman, Li Baoping, and the honorary sub-rudder, Cui Dongshan, the big white goose, were both absent from this alliance.
Pei Qian coughed, glanced at everyone, and said: "I have called you together today to discuss three things, which are not child's play... Zhou Mili, put the melon seeds back first. Liu Guan, sit down with your posture."
The little girl silently put down the handful of melon seeds in her hand. Liu Guan sat down angrily.
Lord helmsman, you are truly selfless and unfeeling.
Pei Qian said
Three things were mentioned. The first thing was to promulgate several rules for dividing the helm. They are all the fundamental purposes of traveling in Jianghu. They were all extracted by Pei Qian from Jianghu romance novels. They mainly revolve around the teachings of the master. For example,
Possessing a skill is the foundation of Jianghu people, and being a chivalrous and righteous person is the martial virtue of Jianghu people. Apart from fists, feet and swords, how to distinguish right from wrong, break the situation accurately, and finish the game flawlessly is what a true hero needs to think about.
Thinking about it, roaring when the road is rough is necessary, but it is not enough.
Then there is the series of job changes and promotion reasons for the helm. They focused on commending Zhou Mili and Xianghuo Xiaoren for their punctuality, and severely criticized the left guardian of Qilong Lane for their laziness and sabotage.
The last thing, she and Li Huai are about to go to Beiju Luzhou. This is the first serious trip down the mountain for Fenduo, so we need to work together to talk more about our own experience in traveling around the world. Chen Nuanshu is in charge
I will write it on the side, compile it into a book, and copy it into several copies, so that everyone will have one copy in the future.
After talking about business, Pei Qian waved his hand and said, "Eat melon seeds!"
On the Jise Peak, it was a joyful time.
Along the way, accompanied by strong winds and flying birds in the sky, the cross-continental ferry of the Pima Sect, which was dragged by the heroic spirit into the sea of clouds, docked smoothly at the Skeleton Beach Ferry. Two of the Pima Sect's Luo Luo Shan were named and worshiped, together with the sect leader Zhu Quan
Du Wensi, a Nascent Soul monk who was stationed at Qinglu Town in Ghost Valley, and Pang Lanxi, a direct swordsman from the Muyi Mountain Patriarch Hall. Chen Lingjun held a hiking stick and carried a bamboo box on his back as he stepped off the ferry. Many monks who traveled south to Aquarius Island and finally returned to their hometowns
They flew off the ferry, whirring like dumplings, and got into arguments with many monks at the ferry. Chen Lingjun was eye-opening. The monks from Luzhou in the north were indeed well-deserved, full of heroic courage, and very generous. This
How many people would have to be beaten down by the Longquan Sword Sect and the Dali monks if they wanted to park their Niujiaoshan ferry?
Chen Lingjun first went to the Mural City, which was getting deserted, and bought a set of paintings of goddesses filled with galleries, which was regarded as a door-to-door gift for the Pima Sect. For these expenses, the Luopo Mountain Patriarch Hall had already advanced a sum of immortal money to Chen Lingjun, but Chen Lingjun did not have it.
Use a piece of snow in that small treasury to spend money. Are you kidding me? Uncle Chen will be short of this money? If it were in the early years of Yujiang, walking in the rivers and lakes, there would be a clanging sound in the pockets, and the fairy coins would bump against each other. It was almost like thunder, but now
After Longquan County, Uncle Chen became a little bit kinder to others. Otherwise, with his hot temper...he would have been beaten to death with one punch.
Sometimes, Chen Lingjun, who likes to think alone, always feels that all qigong practitioners in the world should live in a small town for a while and humbly consult with him about his experiences in the world.
In the strict Pima Sect, the leader Zhu Quan did not show up, and the two ancestors were not on the mountain. One of them has been traveling for many years. As for the other patriarch Yan Su, he has been busy with Pima Sect these years.
The elders of the sect's Zhongtu Shangzong were strengthening the mountain-protecting formation together. Pang Lanxi was in retreat, and Du Wensi was still competing with those skeletons in Qinglu Town. Chen Lingjun didn't see anyone he knew.
Without the sect master to pick him up in person, he held a reception and cleansing banquet for himself. While maintaining the posture of having seen the world, he also had to look around cautiously. In his early years, he almost got injured when he had a fight with Ruan Qiong at the blacksmith shop in the small town.
, a saint from Fengxue Temple dressed up like a farmer, was it obvious that he was deliberately trying to trick people? So this time when he went out, Chen Lingjun felt that it would be safer for him to take it easy.
Chen Lingjun gave a gift and received Chen Lingjun and the person who received the gift. He was a kind-hearted man named Wei Yusong. He claimed to be an accountant who was criticized every day and was the most ineffective with his words. Chen Lingjun felt that he had met a brother in trouble, and he just kept reminding him.
When I go out this time, don't call others brothers easily. Chen Lingjun has read a lot of books along the way, but most of them are things to pay attention to in places with dangerous mountains and rivers. Masters such as Pima Sect and Chunlu Pu have stepped on them.
Chen Lingjun didn't take a close look at the hilltop where the incense was burning. At this moment, he felt that Wei Yusong was very popular and he was a good candidate to chop off chicken heads and burn yellow paper. Chen Lingjun hurriedly crammed and found an opportunity to secretly take out one of his master's
When I turned to the Pima Sect in this booklet, I found this Wei Yusong. The master mentioned a few things in the booklet, saying that he was a senior who was very good at doing business. He was considered the God of Wealth of the Pima Sect. He reminded Chen Lingjun that if he saw him in the future, he must do it.
Have some respect and say less nonsense.
Now that he knew that the other party was a big shot in charge of money in a sect, Chen Lingjun immediately knew that there were three kinds of people who could not be provoked on the mountaintop of an immortal family. Those who were in charge of the rules of the sect must have strong fists, and those who were in charge of money were not economical.
The oil lamp must have a bad heart, and the last one is a direct descendant of the very young Patriarch Hall.
Saying goodbye to Wei Yusong, he declined his offer to stay, and did not dare to take the trouble to send him to the mountain gate. When Chen Lingjun went down the mountain alone, he met an ordinary-looking Taoist woman on the way. It seemed that something was wrong with his eyes, and Chen Lingjun felt a little guilty.
Awkward, I'm not that Wei Bo, so why are you looking at me? That woman has such a lack of eyesight that she followed Chen Lingjun sneakily to the mountain gate. Chen Lingjun was a little frightened, so he decided to change his mind and climb the mountain again.
Pima Zong stayed for a few days, and it was not too late to get rid of the woman before leaving.
At the gate of the mountain, when the woman with the sword on her waist introduced herself as Zhu Quan, Chen Lingjun's knees softened and his body swayed, but he finally stabilized himself.
Zhu Quan smiled and said: "Wei Bo has already sent a message to Muyi Mountain with his sword. If there is any trouble in the future about walking across the river, you can report the name of Pima Zong Zhuquan. It may not necessarily save your life, but it will definitely help you get revenge."
Of course, it’s best to have no trouble. But it will be difficult. Traveling around in Luzhou, Beiju, without getting into a lot of trouble is nothing like experience.”
Chen Lingjun thanked him tremblingly. Zhu Quan waved his hand and Chen Lingjun said goodbye. Zhu Quan suddenly asked: "When will Chen Ping'an return from Jianqi Great Wall?"
Chen Lingjun shook his head and said: "I'm not sure. Every time my husband goes out for a trip, he never knows when he will come home."
Zhu Quan glanced at Chen Lingjun's bamboo box and hiking stick, and laughed and said, "You Luo Luoshan, are you all walking around in this outfit?"
Chen Lingjun nodded vigorously.
Zhu Quan suddenly sighed: "I'm a little envious of that guy's... freedom."
Chen Lingjun couldn't understand the strange words of these mountaintop figures hidden in the clouds, but at least he could tell that this famous female sect leader had a very good impression of her master. Otherwise, there would be no need for her to make a special trip from Ghost Valley.
Let's go back to Muyi Mountain. The Immortal Family on the ordinary mountain pays the most attention to treating people as equals and having complicated rules. In fact, when Wei Yusong saw Chen Lingjun, Chen Lingjun was very satisfied.
The leader of a sect has gone to the fifth realm and dared to kill the ghost Gao Cheng for so many years. Such a woman is really heroic, and she actually showed up in person, so Chen Lingjun walked a little unsteadily after leaving Muyi Mountain.
Following the established route, Chen Lingjun took a Chunlupu ferry to the east estuary of Jidu. The ferry steward was Song Lanqiao, a Jindan monk. Now he had a seat at the Chunlupu Patriarch Hall. After Chen Lingjun visited, Song Lanqiao was a little too polite.
He directly arranged Chen Lingjun in the Tianzihao guest room, and personally chatted with Chen Lingjun for a long time. In his words, in addition to his heartfelt enthusiasm for Chen Ping'an and Luo Luoshan, he was so respectful and humble that Chen Lingjun was
Even more uncomfortable.
Nowadays, Luolu Mountain, Piyun Mountain, Pima Sect, and Chunlu Pu are allied with each other. Among them, Wei Yusong of Pima Sect and Tang Xi of Chunlu Pu are both in charge of the specific affairs. Song Lanqiao and Tang Xi are allies.
Being able to become a member of Chunlu Pu's Ancestral Master Hall is all thanks to the young Chen Jianxian, not to mention the latter's affinity with Song Lanqiao's mentor. Song Lanqiao had almost never met his master, so he could not forget about an outsider.
That is no longer the relationship between sword immortal and sword immortal.
The further away Chen Lingjun was from home, the more homesick he became.
Everyone misses him, even the old blind Taoist priest who cultivated in the Yellow Lake Mountain will often think of him.
When Wei Bo was leaving on the ferry, he said something, saying that it is not too difficult for those who practice Taoism to go out and kill people with their skills and suppress others with their power. The difficulty lies in winning the hearts of others.
For the first time, Chen Lingjun carefully read through the contents of the booklet that he had missed before, and then went to the observation deck, lying on the railing in a daze. The bright moon hung high in the sky, and the semicircle was hidden in the sea of clouds, far and near, as if the ferry was about to change its route slightly.
, you can just bump into it, just like a tourist passing through an arch.
It makes a difference whether the master is in Luopo Mountain or not. Chen Lingjun has already felt this.
It’s just that if you don’t leave Luopo Mountain and take this trip, it’s hard to understand why it’s different and where it’s different.
When spending time with the master day and night, it seems that the master’s realm and identity are easily ignored. When Chen Lingjun walked on the landscape road that the master walked, he realized that the boy from Mud Ping Alley that he was reluctant to follow seemed to have really changed.
Very powerful.
Chen Lingjun gathered his thoughts, packed his luggage and went to say hello to Song Lanqiao, then left the ferry halfway, went to Suijia City, and went straight to the Fire Temple.
Under the secret planning of Longgong Hujun of Cangjun Lake, the Fire Temple that had been reduced to ruins was rebuilt. The local government spent a lot of money to rebuild a painted statue of the god. The incense was flourishing. Chen Lingjun chose a late night time to knock on the door respectfully.
Looking at the man who looked like he was not very advanced, Chen Lingjun took out a lot of wine from the Immortal family. The man who showed his true form was very happy, but he didn't ask a word about Chen Ping'an's current affairs.
Chen Lingjun felt that this old man liked him very much, and he was the most arrogant like himself!
Therefore, neither party needs to be persuaded to drink.
Not only did the master write it in the book or brochure, he also specifically told Chen Lingjun orally that this local god was his friend Chen Pingan and owed him a drink.
On the side of Cangjun Lake Dragon Palace, after receiving the report from the Fire Temple Temple Zhu, Lake Lord Yinhou immediately came late at night without any confidants to follow. The distance of 800 miles was not enough for a man whose entire city was within his jurisdiction.
As far as Mr. Hu is concerned, it’s just a walk around his yard and a few more steps.
Seeing the boy in Tsing Yi, whose face was flushed with wine, and who was talking wildly with his hands and feet, Yin Hou, the Lord of the Lake, was stunned. How could Chen Jianxian have such a friend?
It was just a drink, and I had a lot of fun.
However, after the arrival of Marquis Yin, the man from the Fire Temple only treated him politely and not warmly. Instead, he drank happily with Chen Lingjun.
In the early morning, Chen Lingjun left the Fire Temple and went to the Golden Crow Palace to visit the golden elixir bottleneck sword cultivator, Liu Zhiqing.
They were also treated with great ceremony and sent respectfully to the mountain peak where Liu Zhiqing practiced in seclusion.
Chen Lingjun met Liu Zhiqing.
The handsome young man has an immortal appearance, a gold hairpin on his head, and a snow-white robe. It makes people feel as if all the famous mountains and rivers in the world are waiting for the blessing of this kind of Taoist cultivator.
Liu Zhiqing smiled and asked if he wanted to drink tea. Chen Lingjun said no, no, and Liu Zhiqing didn't force it. In fact, the two parties had nothing to talk about, and Liu Zhiqing was not the kind of mountain monk who was good at socializing. The host and guest mostly had polite words, but Chen Lingjun had nothing to say.
When the time came, Liu Zhiqing stopped trying to stay, and Chen Lingjun stood up to say goodbye. Liu Zhiqing wanted to be sent to the foot of the mountain. Chen Lingjun knew that this person was in retreat, so he quickly refused and ran down the mountain and left the Golden Crow Palace. As for the master of the Golden Crow Palace who was waiting at the foot of the mountain, Chen Lingjun even more
He refused the other party's banquet, apologized, thanked him and made an appointment next time, all in one go. Chen Lingjun became more and more familiar with him.
After that, we will go to Chunlu Garden without taking the Xianjia Ferry.
After all, Chen Lingjun chose an ordinary boat because he was naturally fond of water. In the picture of boat sailing, amidst the sound of apes on both sides of the strait, the boat visited Wanzhong Mountain.
When they arrived at Chunlu Garden, Chen Lingjun did not rush to chat with Song Lanqiao, who was an old acquaintance. Instead, according to the atlas, he first visited the mountains and rivers on both sides of the Dadu estuary, then went to Chunlu Garden and visited Yuying Cliff.
Then he went to stay at the Xingying shop founded by his own grandfather. There was a shopkeeper running it, and the business was very good. Chen Lingjun worked as a shop assistant for two days.
In the night, suddenly a continent offered sacrifices to swords.
The entire Chunlu Garden suddenly became brightly lit. Chen Lingjun quickly opened the shop and looked up. The streets were bustling with people. They all said that a sword immortal had fallen on the Great Wall of Sword Qi.
Chen Lingjun, who was thousands of miles away from his hometown, thought about the master who was even further away from his hometown than himself, so he sat on the threshold, holding his chin in his hands, with a sad expression.
On the battlefield south of the Sword Qi Great Wall, a golden river appeared for the third time.
A young man carried a sword box on his back, filled with borrowed swords from a sword workshop.
Chen Ping'an stood on top of the city and looked at the battlefield for a moment. He took a step forward and plummeted to the ground. During the fall, his hands had already rolled up his sleeves. When he was about to land, his knees were slightly bent and he was stepping on the void.
Suddenly, he rushed forward, and a large crater suddenly sank into the ground behind him. Deep in the ground, thunder shook.
He does not control the sword, but controls the wind.
Like an arrow that flew more than a hundred feet away from the city wall in an instant, he held down the heads of the two monster monks with both hands, pushed them gently, and threw the two corpses with smashed heads out.
When Chen Ping'an landed on the ground, all the sword cultivators around the battlefield subconsciously stayed away from the place, automatically making way for the young hidden official who was leaving the city to fight for the third time.
Today's Sword Qi Great Wall no longer has any resentment, because the young Yin Guan turned out to be a sword cultivator and was even better at killing people.
A monk from the military clan monster clan was wearing heavy armor and holding a halberd, and he was stabbing straight at him. The young man went straight forward, casually smashing the halberd with his head, shaking the opponent's body with a punch, and stomping on the ground with a slight kick.
At this time, the fist frame has not yet been raised, and the fist intention is opened first.
Within ten feet of the surrounding battlefield with Chen Ping'an as the center, the flood of fist power poured out wantonly. Not only that, a second, larger fist gang circle appeared again in the distance, stirring endlessly. There were one layer of fists and one layer of divine will, round and round.
They are like layers of moon haloes.
The martial artist in the middle is like the sun reaching the sky.