Chapter seven hundred and forty-eight mountains and rivers have a reunion
While Chen Ping'an was squatting in a daze, the only Nalan jade ultimatum that owned a square inch took out a fairy book called "Mountain and Sea Supplementary Records". In the early years, the family trustee bought it from Daixuan Mountain. The little girl moved very quickly,
I suddenly turned to the Tongye chapter. In the Book of Immortals, a single page can record dozens of landscape paintings and thousands of tiny words. A common man who has never practiced spiritual practice has poor eyesight and cannot see clearly the content of the words.
Chen Ping'an was short of money at that time and only bought one "Zhi" of Mountains and Seas. He was not willing to buy this larger tome, "Supplementary Zhi", which recorded the mountains and rivers in a more complicated and detailed way. The little girl began to explain this Chongqing fairyland to others.
The little girl had just started talking about the origin of the family ferry when she suddenly remembered the "reminder" she had copied by herself. She quickly threw the book back to Fang Cunwu, clapped her hands, squatted next to Chen Pingan, and imitated Master Cao's hand holding his hand against the soil.
, pretending nothing happened.
Chen Ping'an came back to his senses and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter this time, just pay attention next time."
If you make a small mistake early, you will know it early; if your elders tell you early, your child will remember it early.
Chen Pingan stood up and said: "Jade Certificate, let me cover it up for you, continue to read the book, and help us explain it. In fact, I don't know the historical allusions of this ferry. If possible, you can use Tongyezhou Yayan."
"Does Master Cao know? It's because I'm not able to speak fluently in elegant language during the exam, right? That must be the case."
Only then did Nalan Yudou take out the "Supplementary Records" again, and read the words in the book in Tongyezhou Yayan with a correct accent. Yuzhou was the southernmost territory of the Daying Dynasty. The old Daying Dynasty was home to more than thirty states.
It has jurisdiction over more than two hundred prefectures, all of which have their own annals. Among them, the Yuzhou Prefectural Annals are the most mysterious and strange. There are six immortal traces on the top, nine dragon caves and water mansions on the bottom, and more than sixty old temples and shrines. Everyone stands under this
The ferry is called Qishan Ferry. It is said that the first national advisor in the history of the dynasty, who was born as a fisherman, owned a precious treasure, a golden duo. It shook silently, but it could shake the earth and the mountains. Before the death of the imperial advisor Bing Jie, he specially transferred the gold to the ferry.
Duo was banned and sank into the water. The last emperor of the Ying Liu family was defeated one after another on the border battlefield in the north. He had a whim and "found another way to expand the territory" and ordered hundreds of refiners to search the rivers and canyons, and finally broke through a
He found the Golden Duo in a hidden water palace with strict restrictions, successfully drove the mountains into the sea, and reclaimed the sea into land. He became a person with great martial arts skills in the history of Daying, second only to the founding emperor... When the children heard these old stories of the dynasty, they felt nothing.
, just listened to it as a small and interesting landscape story, and Chen Ping'an was filled with emotion after listening to it.
Chen Ping'an actually wants to know whether the person in charge of the Xian family and dynastic power currently responsible for rebuilding Qushandu is a descendant of the Dayingliu family, or a certain mountain sect that survived the disaster, such as the Yugui Sect?
The reason why Chen Pingan did not go straight to his hometown of Aquarius Island was a coincidence. He happened to encounter the Caiyi ferry that traveled across continents. Chen Pingan originally wanted to learn about the current situation by buying the Shanshui Di newspaper on the boat.
The situation is huge. Moreover, if the children are allowed to return to the White Jade Hairpin Small Cave Heaven, although it will not affect their soul life and their sword practice, time passes quickly and slowly in the earth and heaven. After all, Chen Ping'an can't bear it. It seems that it will harm the children.
I missed a lot of scenery in vain. Even though the long journey on this trip was mostly about the endless sea and the scenery was boring, Chen Pingan still hoped that these children could see more of the vast mountains and rivers in the world.
Finally, Chen Ping'an has a selfish intention, and he is really upset by those three weird dreams, so he wants to be down-to-earth in the mountains and rivers of Yizhou as soon as possible, especially with the help of the Demon Suppression Tower in Tongyezhou, to verify the authenticity.
Help "interpret dreams".
In fact, it turned out that Chen Pingan's efforts were not in vain. Just when he suddenly squatted down, Chen Pingan almost stumbled, which immediately made him feel a little relieved.
After Chen Pingan stood up, he deliberately straightened his waist and no longer stooped. Just such a small movement would make Chen Pingan feel more uncomfortable, but it would benefit his body even more.
Walking is the best form of walking, and even if you practice boxing without stopping, every time Chen Ping'an makes a slightly louder breath, it is like the remaining damaged luck of Tongyezhou, condensed into a master of martial arts.
The martial artist is punching Chen Pingan.
I feel that with a good fight, the bottleneck of the martial artist at the top of the Nine Realm Mountains can be loosened. Chen Pingan intuitively told him that it is extremely difficult to break through the realm and become a martial artist at the end of the mountain. Chen Pingan is not in a hurry to break through the realm, but cherishes Tong Ye even more.
This is the invisible tempering of this natural "martial arts field" in Asia.
The reason is very simple. Someone once said that the battle between the ten realms is the key to determining the level of martial arts between him and Cao Ci in the future. Should he lose three games in a row and continue to lose all his life, or should he and Cao Ci compete for the fourth time after a long separation?
, Chen Ping'an regained the game. The first step is to see whether he can reach the end of martial arts with the strongest nine realms.
A young female cultivator left the Caiyi ferry and found Chen Ping'an and his party. She stood tall and stood still.
Chen Pingan pretended not to recognize his identity, "Who are you?"
The nun from Wusunlan was holding an elegantly made huanghuali calligraphy and painting box. The four corners of the small painting box were flatly inlaid with white copper ornaments with Ruyi patterns. There was a cloud-head racket carved from mutton-fat jade. At first glance, it looked like it was circulated in the palace.
The old thing came out. She looked at the middle-aged man wearing a bamboo hat and said with a smile: "My master, who is the steward of Caiyi Ship, asked me to bring this thing to the immortal master. I hope the immortal master will not shirk it. It contains us
There are one hundred and eight pieces of colored paper in the Wusun column."
Chen Pingan patted the bamboo hat lightly, quickly took the wooden box with calligraphy and painting, thanked the steward Huang Lin, and then sighed: "If I had known this, I wouldn't have taken off the colored paper on the wine pot. I would have gone back and put it on again.
Save your friends from being ignorant."
The female cultivator said from the bottom of her heart: "Master asked me to send a message to the Immortal Master. The Chinese Confucian Temple once ordered a ban on the mountains and rivers on the mountain for five years, and it was still half a year before the ban was lifted. So it's not that we on the ferry don't want to sell it, but we really have the intention.
Powerless."
Chen Pingan was a little helpless. No wonder he noticed a mirror light in the sky and a breath of immortality quietly wandering outside the ferry not long after boarding the ferry. It turned out that it was him, a monk from Tongyezhou, who accidentally missed the mark. Later.
When the ferry encountered a mirage, if he hadn't taken decisive action, maybe the tea he owed at the Luhua Island Patriarch's Hall would have been made up on the Caiyi ferry. In addition to the Great Hanshui Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator, and the Liuxia
It is very likely that Cong Qian, a female immortal from China, will be seated with other masters to entertain guests.
On the side of Caiyi Ferry, the second seat of Wusunlan is dedicated to Huang Lin. He is actually an orthodox Confucian scholar. He previously used written propaganda to suppress Shui people. Huang Lin relied on his awe-inspiring aura and his words to follow the law and broke through the sea market confusion.
There are many obstacles, and there is also the phrase "holding the order of the emperor from afar" in the sage's book. As for how Huang Lin gave up his status as a gentleman and a sage and became the worshiper of Wusunlan, it is probably a mandarin duck book in troubled times?
Chen Ping'an couldn't help but think of the young monk who made fun of him on the ferry. He was such a good boy. He was very good at pretending. He also had hairpins and regular script. The young man seemed to be making jokes, but in fact he was calm. There was no flaw in his words and expressions, so even he
It's all been fooled.
So Chen Pingan said: "There is a young man on your ferry. Although his Taoist qualifications are not very good, he has a good character and is a good seedling. He may be a late bloomer."
The young female cultivator smiled sweetly and actually wished Chen Ping'an a blessing, "I would like to thank my brother and senior for my brother's auspicious words."
A good get-together and a good break-up.
Chen Ping'an took the children and found the Dukou Fanglou at the entrance of the Qushandu Market.
As the southernmost ferry port of Tongye Island, in addition to docking cross-continental ferries such as Caiyi Ferry, Qushan Ferry also has three mountain routes in three directions, going to Huanghuadu, Xianzhoudu and Parrot Island respectively, but none of them can be reached by ferries.
The central part of Tongye Island is full of small ferries, which have not been recorded in either "Shan Hai Zhi" or "Supplementary Zhi". Among them, Huanghua Ferry is the only way to go to Yugui Zong.
Chen Ping'an was a little surprised, why didn't Yu Guizong occupy Qushandu? According to "Supplementary Records", the Xianjia sect, the leader of the Daying Dynasty, was a vassal sect of Yu Guizong. It was both emotional and reasonable.
Regardless of the pursuit of interests, the Yugui Sect should legitimately help the Yamashita Dynasty and clean up the vast old mountains and rivers in the south of Tongyezhou. The Daying Dynasty must be the top priority. It is not enough to say that Yuzhou is a battleground for military strategists.
What's even more strange is that although the immortal master in charge of driving the large and small ferries across Shandu speaks in Tongyezhou Yayan, he actually has an accent unique to Aaizhou Yayan.
Chen Ping'an brought a large group of children with him, so he was particularly eye-catching.
Moreover, those nine children looked like monks with not too bad qualifications. Naturally, they were enviable, and at the same time, they were even more fearful.
It’s just that no one believes that the nine children are not only sword cultivators who have given birth to flying swords, but they are also the embryos of sword immortals among sword cultivators.
Not to mention the Sword Immortal embryo of the Great Wall of Sword Qi.
This kind of scene, no matter where it is, even in some sect-headed immortals whose foundation is swordsmanship, let a certain swordsman personally lead a team to travel down the mountain, it is enough to be scary and unbelievable, so Chen Pingan shouted at the top of his voice,
But as long as the nine children don't sacrifice flying swords one after another, no one will believe it. Tongye Island is so big, let alone showing up, there are only a handful of sects that can gather so many sword cultivating children on the mountain, even if there are five
Jing Sword Immortal personally protects the way and does not dare to act so rashly.
Chen Ping'an deliberately took out a Guyu coin, found a few Xiaoshu coins, and bought a ten-yuan Guanli jade token for boarding the ferry. Now the cost of taking the ferry has more than doubled. The reason is simple. Nowadays, the fairy money
Compared with the past, the price premium is huge. The mountain immortal master who can now travel far away by boat must be really rich.
However, as long as the luck of the Qi practitioner is too bad, there is a chance to make up for this travel expenses. It is just a test of eyesight, and the amount of money earned depends on chance.
Collecting antiques and treasures in prosperous times, gold is the most valuable in troubled times. In troubled times, antiques that were once worth thousands of gold are often sold at a bargain price. But the more they are like this, the more no one cares about them. But when a world begins to change from chaos to order, during this period of time
, is the best time for many wild cultivators to pick things up everywhere. This is one of the reasons why cultivators attach so much importance to small things. As for things that are close at hand, they are just wishful thinking and dreams.
Nowadays, there are actually two types of qi practitioners who go down the mountain to travel to foreign lands. Those who go down the mountain to relax and seek opportunities, and those who look for opportunities to make money in the world. Compared with the ferry tourists in earlier years, both of them have higher cultivation levels.
Either have a bigger backing and act more cautiously.
Just like today when Chen Ping'an took his children to visit the market shops, there were many people on the road, but almost all of them intentionally or unintentionally kept a distance from each other. Even if they entered a crowded shop, they would be very cautious with each other.
No one dares to provoke someone like Chen Ping'an who is traveling down the mountain with a bunch of children. They should avoid them if they can.
Chen Pingan turned over the few Xiaoshu coins. One of them had seal characters that he had never seen before. To his surprise, the seal characters on the front and back read "Water connects the five lakes" and "Sword controls the four seas."
Chen Pingan has been interested in collecting Xiaoshu coins very early, because Xiaoshu coins are the only fairy coins with different seal characters.
It is said that there are more than 300 kinds of Xiaoshu coins produced by different famous minters in history. Chen Pingan has worked hard to save them for more than 20 years, and now he has collected less than 80 kinds. There is a long way to go, and he has to make more money.
Little Baozhai, hurry up and start it.
There were still two hours until the Huanghua Ferry docked. Chen Pingan took the children to wander around the market. There were all kinds of shops, paintings, calligraphy, porcelain, miscellaneous items, large and small objects, countless, even the imperial edict and the python robe.
Yes, there are also the bundles of books, which are like firewood that has just been chopped and moved from the mountain. They are piled on the ground casually and tied with straw ropes, so they are very worn. A wooden sign has been erected here in the store. Anyway,
It was sold by the pound, so the shop assistants didn't bother to shout a few words about it, and the customers just went to read the sign by themselves. When the wind and snow first stopped, once the scholarly family had to weigh their wallets to buy one or two rare rare books, but they were soaked in water.
Like a useless, weak scholar who is drowning.
Chen Pingan walked along the way and glanced at the goods in various shops. Most of them were antiques and treasures from the dynasty and the vassal in the secular sense. Since there is no aura, it is not considered a spiritual weapon. Whether it can be called a spiritual weapon on the mountain is the key.
See if there is spiritual energy embedded in it that lasts for a long time. The spiritual weapon can be divided into dead and living things, such as an ancient inkstone or a bare pen, which has a little bit of the literary luck of the sages. The spiritual energy is abundant. If it is not well preserved, or the refiner consumes it.
If there are too many, they will become ordinary objects. A whisk or futon that has spent time with Taoist nobles day and night may not be able to be imbued with some spiritual energy, and a dragon robe and python suit may not be able to leave some dragon energy behind either.
The living creatures among the spiritual weapons are of higher quality, and the mountains euphemistically call them "spiritual objects". They are probably able to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and warm and nourish the material itself.
As for magic weapons, not to mention ordinary masters, even Shanze wild cultivators who are already cultivators may not be able to see them a few times in their lives. In fact, wild cultivators under the earthly immortals are not willing to deal with magic weapons. After all, they are often
As soon as this thing appears, it means that they are fighting to the death with Immortal Master Genealogy. If they win by luck, if they beat the younger ones, they will also provoke the older ones. After all, they rarely take advantage, let alone lose.
It's very likely that no one will help collect the body.
Chen Ping'an only bought a small, inconspicuous sword, and a black sheath waist knife with gold-plated Kui dragon decorations. It could barely be regarded as a spiritual weapon. Most of it was because it had been enshrined in a local martial arts temple or the Chenghuang Pavilion.
The remaining scent of incense was left in the Jianghu martial arts world at the foot of the secular mountain. They were two magic weapons. It was not difficult to sell them for five or six thousand taels each. Chen Pingan spent ten pieces of snow money. The shop said it was buy one and get one free.
.In fact, Chen Pingan would not make much money if he worked as a baggage owner. The only item that can be counted as missing in the book is a genuine spiritual weapon. There is a stone sundial made of something like white jade in the "Jade Pavilion" in the book. Look at the back.
The inscription is an old item from the Imperial Heavenly Prison of a country. It is sold here at the shop for eight pieces of snow money. In Chen Pingan's eyes, the real price is at least quadruple. If you sell it casually, it is just too big. If Chen Pingan is wandering alone today
If you carry it to the market, you can carry it. After all, you can even carry it through a larger caisson.
If it were Chen Ping'an who was the store owner, he shouldn't have priced eight pieces of snow money. It was too useless. A Qi practitioner who didn't have a lot of money would have spent eight pieces of snow money. Not to mention, he was destined to be unable to sell it in the short term, and it would have to be seen by everyone.
How about carrying such a big thing all the way around? Why not just put a price on it and ask the buyer to carry it more energetically? Eight snow coins in your pocket will feel the same as carrying a small summer coin.
? Of course not.
So in the end, Chen Pingan squatted at the "Little Book Mountain" and flipped through the pages, carefully opening a corner of the book pages. He didn't expect the shop assistant to say something at the door, don't flip through it if you don't want to buy it. Chen Pingan raised his
At first, he smiled and said that he wanted to buy something, and then the young waiter turned to take care of other distinguished guests.
Chen Ping'an selected several kilograms of official-seal secret books. They used official official paper. Each piece was stamped with the official seal and recorded the year number. There was also a bundle of scriptures from the factory series. Whoever wrote, who printed, who engraved, and so on.
Mark, the paper is extremely thick. There is also a bundle of flowered paper books, which came from a private library. They have been passed down in an orderly manner, but they look as if they are new. It can be seen that they have been hidden in the boudoir for hundreds of years. They can be called a beauty in the library.
However, the truly valuable books, the secret books in the royal palace that are so valuable that even the shop monks have heard about them, must be treated differently.
Chen Pingan bought a large bag of books and carried it on his back. It was solid and weighed more than a hundred kilograms.
What he paid was only five snow cents. For one snow cent, he could buy twenty kilograms of books. If Chen Ping'an was willing to bargain, he would probably not get less money, but he could move twenty kilograms more.
It's just that Chen Ping'an didn't bargain with the shop. He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to bear it anymore, so he just bought it all. Not to mention the small items, he couldn't even fit anything close to him.
It's better to talk about it.
Among the children, only Nalan Yudou chose books. The little girl chose a few books. She didn't care about the paper material, the official engraving of the palace, the seal of the book on the wall, etc. The little girl only chose the font.
Juan Xiu was pleasing to the eye. When the little girl asked for money, Chen Pingan said that it was included. Several books together weighed less than a pound, so there was no need. The little girl seemed not to have saved money, but to have made money, and she was very happy.
Chen Ping'an smiled a little.
A tourist from afar who also took the Caiyi ferry stood on the road, as if waiting for Chen Pingan.
In fact, Chen Ping'an had discovered this person a long time ago. Previously, Chen Ping'an and his party walked out from the Qushan Ferry Building, and this person entered with his back. It seemed that he would follow them to Huanghuadu.
This golden elixir bottleneck sword cultivator from Jinjiazhou once acted righteously to help Huang Lin on the ferry. At that time, he used a black ink flying sword. The castration was astonishing and he had the spirit of a swordsman, but the ending was not very satisfactory.
When he saw Chen Ping'an coming towards him, he immediately clasped his fists and said in his heart: "Junior, Gao
Yunshu, I have met senior."
Chen Ping'an was carrying a large package and holding the straw rope with both hands. He did not clasp his fists in return. He nodded and asked with a smile in the elegant language of the Middle-earth Divine Continent: "Gao Jianxian, do you want to see me for something?"
This is called reciprocating love. If you call me "Senior", I will give you a sword fairy in return.
Just now, Gao Yunshu played a trick and spoke in the elegant Jinjiazhou dialect.
Being called the Sword Immortal by the other party at this moment obviously made the shameless Gao Yunshu feel a little embarrassed. He identified the secret swordsman in front of him as the Sword Immortal who cut through the sea with one sword and forced the mirage back.
senior.
Although the other party did not just pass him by, the senior had a good temper and never left him alone. Instead, he always looked at him with a smile and was very patient. However, Gao Yunshu was actually very stressed at the moment and always felt that he was just standing in front of this senior.
, just like two sides having a sword fight, confronting each other, and a disagreement will lead to life and death. Gao Yunshu quickly took a deep breath and said bravely: "Can you treat me to a drink, senior?"
Chen Pingan shook his head.
Gao Yunshu was about to speak but stopped.
Chen Pingan smiled and asked: "Brother Gao, are you grateful to a swordsman or to a stranger for his rescue act?"
The same gratitude, but two thoughts.
That Gao Jianxian was a frank person. Instead of feeling that the senior was humiliating himself by asking this question, he breathed a sigh of relief and replied: "Of course, senior Jianxian did not leave his name behind, but he helped me retrieve the flying sword.
It is equivalent to saving half of my life. Of course I am very grateful. It would be best if I could get to know a generous and generous senior swordsman. To be honest, I am a wild cultivator. There are very few sword cultivators in Jinjiazhou. I want to get to know him.
A person is more difficult than ascending to heaven. I am really not willing to let this junior serve as a constrained worshiper. Therefore, if I can get to know a swordsman without even the slightest benefit, I would not go back home right now.
It’s a waste of time.”
Chen Pingan nodded and said, "I admire Gao Jianxian for his sincerity in treating others."
Gao Yunshu asked: "Senior, is he really not my hometown swordsman Xu Jun?"
Chen Ping'an said doubtfully: "Sword Immortal Xu Jun, please forgive me for being ignorant. I'd like to trouble Gao Jianxian to talk about it. Let's talk as we walk."
Gao Yunshu walked with Chen Pingan and was very candid with him. Not only did he talk about the swordsman, but he also shared his thoughts.
The great swordsman "Xu Jun" from his hometown whom Gao Yunshu mentioned has already taken the lead in traveling to Tongyezhou.
During Gao Yunshu's cross-continental trip, apart from just following the chance in a foreign land, he actually had the idea of asking Xu Jun for swordsmanship.
Xu Jun is a swordsman who was born on the battlefield of Jinjiazhou. The world does not know his real name for the time being. They only know that his surname is Xu. He is a local swordsman in Jinjiazhou. However, he has reached the upper five realms. Before that battle, he had always had his hometown.
Nameless. It is said that this Xu Jun is very close to Qi Tingji, the "engraving" old swordsman from the Great Wall of Swords. Gao Yunshu wants to come here to try his luck. If Senior Xu Jun has the last wish to establish a sect in Jinjiazhou,
Gao Yunshu wanted to follow Xu Jun and become one of the nominal founders.
Chen Ping'an seemed to casually ask about the situation on the Jinjiazhou battlefield. Gao Yunshu still poured beans out of a bamboo tube and didn't mind telling more about his deeds with this senior.
Among them, there was mention of Cao Ci from the Middle-earth Divine Continent, and two female martial arts masters from the same hometown as him. However, Gao Yunshu was a wild cultivator in Shanze, and the Shanshui Di newspaper was banned by the Confucian Temple, so he only heard about the two women, one with the same surname.
Shi, whose surname is Pei, Gao Yunshu guessed that since the latter's surname was Pei, such a coincidence, he was probably a martial artist from the Daduan Dynasty. He sincerely sighed that the Daduan Dynasty was so prosperous in martial arts that Pei Bei Cao was born.
Not to mention the master and disciple Ci, another genius appears who is younger than Cao Ci. As for whether it is the Far Traveling Realm or the Mountain Top Realm, it is hard to say, but the Far Traveling Realm is an exaggeration, isn't it?
If the martial arts in the world cannot be achieved, do we really have to be half-hearted?
Chen Ping'an made a rough calculation in his mind. When Wanyan Laojing was carved into the city by the Jiazi tent, the stone in the stream was Yu Xuanfu. As for the female martial artist who was younger than Cao Ci, could it be Pei Bei, the god of war?
Another direct disciple of
After listening, Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "I'm really not a 'Sword Fairy Xu Jun'."
He stretched out his hand and patted the handle of the narrow sword Zhankan, indicating to the other party that he was a pure martial artist.
Gao Yunshu plucked up the courage and asked tentatively: "Then why did Manager Huang take a single look at the senior and specially ask someone to give him a wooden box?"
Gao Yunshu hurriedly vowed: "Senior, please don't think too much. This junior saw it accidentally. In fact, senior has been more unique since he boarded the ship, which will be remembered deeply by this junior."
Good guy, you are really sharp-eyed. Did you follow the clues and find yourself in trouble?
Chen Ping'an was too lazy to explain anything. He stopped speaking from his heart and said with fists in his hands: "Since it's a chance encounter, let's just call it a day."
Gao Yunshu nodded and did not dare to argue. If it was really the swordsman who was skilled in swordsmanship, whether he was his fellow countryman Xu Jun or not, since the other party expressed his position like this, he should not go any further and resolutely reciprocated with fists clasped, "Then junior
I wish you a smooth trip, senior!"
He firmly believed that the other party was a swordsman.
Even if the opponent is a master swordsman.
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Then I also wish Brother Gao that his dreams will come true during this trip."
Gao Yunshu laughed and said, "Let's say goodbye."
Chen Pingan narrowed his eyes and nodded.
Gao Yunshu turned around and strode away. If he wanted to return to Dukoufanglou, he would need to find another ferry as a destination for his journey to the north.
Yu Xiehui said softly: "Have you seen Jianghu? This is Jianghu."
Cheng Chaolu and Nalan Yudou whispered: "Jade, why didn't you copy down what Master Cao said just now?"
The little girl raised her sleeves and glared: "Can the pen, ink, paper and inkstone fit in it?"
Just when Cheng Chaolu was about to argue a few words, he just needed paper and pen to write down the Nalan Jade Order. But before Cheng Chaolu could speak, Chen Pingan reached out and pressed his head, joking: "Don't talk if you don't want to be a bachelor for the rest of your life."
."
In fact, all the children realized one thing belatedly. Master Yin Guan was the most concerned about Yao Xiaoyan and Nalan Yushu. Although he was calm and treating everyone equally, he did not regard his realm or his destiny
Who is valued more and whom is looked down upon in Feijian's rank? It's just that when it comes to the two little girls, Lord Yin Guan, or Master Cao, has an extra gentle look in his eyes, just like he looks at his juniors.
When it was time to eat, Chen Pingan looked around and finally chose a restaurant. He also asked the waiter for a private dining room. He didn't ask for drinks. After the food was served, Chen Pingan didn't take off his chopsticks much and chewed slowly.
Bai Xuan and Nalan Yuwei sat on both sides of Chen Pingan, not because they were in the cave realm and higher than others, but because they were brave and refused to accept life.
These children never left the house even once on the Caiyi ferry.
When we got off the boat and arrived at Qushandu, he was also very well-behaved for his age and temperament.
But the children of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, especially when they were born as sword immortals, were actually the most ignorant children in the world.
Because there are so many sword immortals who can be seen everywhere, and those sword immortals walking down the city are most likely a child's elders, preachers, and neighbors.
Nalan Jade said: "Master Cao, shall I pay the bill today?"
Chen Ping'an shook his head and said with a smile: "Thank you for your kindness, just pay the bill."
The Nalan Jade Certificate said: "I have a lot of Grain Rain coins. When my grandma gave me that square-inch object, it was filled with fairy money. Grandma always said that you can't make money if you don't move money."
Chen Pingan said helplessly: "Don't listen to half of what you say, otherwise no matter how much money you have, you won't be able to afford to spend it. Only when the money falls into the hands of businessmen, will they move from house to house."
Nalan Jade blinked, "Then I will do business in partnership with Master Cao. The money will be handed over to Master Cao for safekeeping and management. If you make money later, you can share the dividends with me."
Chen Ping'an couldn't help laughing, put down his chopsticks, waved his hands, "No, no."
Grandma, Nalan Caihuan?
I don’t know if she has established a sect in the vast world now.
The little girl was a little downcast, and Chen Ping'an comforted her: "Don't worry, I will talk to you if I find a way to make money in the future."
When Chen Ping'an was eating, he kept paying attention to the conversations at the tables outside. However, there were few eloquent talks about giving advice, and most of them were discussing in low voices the ways to make a fortune.
The group of people boarded the Xianjia boat bound for Huanghuadu on time. After Chen Ping'an arranged for the two groups of children, he sat quietly in his room for a while, "took off" his bamboo hat, and walked to the bow of the boat alone.
Bai Xuan soon appeared, came to Chen Ping'an, and asked in his heart: "Why don't you let us hide in the small cave? In this way, wouldn't Master Cao be able to return home earlier?"
Chen Ping'an patiently explained: "If I go alone and go to Aquarius Island in Yufeng, I will encounter an accident, and it will be bigger. If I just go fast on the mountain, I may not be able to get there quickly. If I follow the ferry, there will be many accidents, and I will hide by myself.
.If we take the sea route, the big monster hides more, just like the big mirage. If we take the land route, although we need to travel an extra continent, mountains and rivers, it will be much more stable. Besides, I also have many friends in Tongye Continent, and I need to meet them.
See."
Bai Xuan nodded, stood on tiptoe, grabbed the railing with both hands, looked a little sad, was silent for a moment, and took the initiative to say: "Master Cao, my flying sword is very average, and my rank is not high, so the elders say that my achievements will not be too great."
Gao, even for earthly immortals, being a Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator depends on great luck. That was still in my hometown, but here, I might stop becoming a Golden Core Sword Cultivator in this life."
Regarding their natal flying swords, Chen Pingan did not deliberately ask all the children, and the children did not mention it.
However, Chen Ping'an took over the summer palace as a hidden official. At the Great Wall of Sword Qi, he initiated an initiative to evaluate the quality of swordsmen practicing flying swords. However, the screening method was extremely utilitarian and extremely lethal, which helped to catch opponents and kill them.
The quality of the swordsman's natural item is not as high as those flying swords suitable for battlefield use.
The child was bored and gently bumped his forehead against the railing.
Chen Ping'an folded his hands, leaned on the railing, and said casually: "Practice is something you do every day, and where you will stand after many years is a matter of the future. Since it is destined to be a futile thing to think about now, it is better to worry about it later.
Worry, you can still drink anyway, Master Cao, if nothing else, there is certainly no shortage of good wine here."
Bai Xuan was a little surprised, "I thought Master Cao would comfort people with nice words."
Chen Ping'an joked: "There are also good things to say, but several large baskets can't be filled."
Bai Xuan hesitated for a moment and sighed: "I met and chatted with Master Cao in private. After I go back, I guess I won't be friends with Yu Qingzhang."
Chen Pingan smiled and said nothing.
Bai Xuan asked curiously: "Master Cao, aren't you curious?"
Chen Ping'an raised his eyes and looked into the distance, "I roughly guessed that back then, the sword cultivator fought to the death to save the sword immortal who fell into the hands of the big demon. I stopped him and refused to let him go, which was quite heartbreaking. I guess there was a sword cultivator inside, and it was Yu Qingzhang and the others.
My elder master."
Bai Xuan was even more surprised, "You don't dislike Yu Qingzhang and the others for being ungrateful at all? Even a fool knows that you are doing good for the Sword Qi Great Wall."
Chen Ping'an said softly: "Who said that if you do something good, it won't hurt people's hearts? In many cases, it makes people even more sad."
Bai Xuan shook his head, "Anyway, I think Yu Qingzhang and the others are wrong."
Chen Pingan did not want to say more about this matter.
Bai Xuan thought to himself and said: "My master's master is one of the sword cultivators. After the death of the ancestor, the master did not say anything bad about Yin Guan, nor did he stop me from becoming a little Yin Guan. Instead, he praised me for my ambition.
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Chen Pingan reached out and patted the child's head, "Your master is amazing."
Bai Xuan raised his head and smiled: "Then Master Cao will meet that Chen Li in the future and discuss with him to give me the title of Xiaoyin Guan?"
Chen Ping'an said: "We'll talk about it when we see you."
Bai Xuan complained: "Scholars are not quick to be honest, they make all kinds of twists and turns, and they just say vague words that only take advantage of others but do not suffer any losses."
Chen Pingan turned around and nodded, "It's not good and needs to be changed, so I'll give you the answer now, no."
Bai Xuan opened his eyes wide, sighed, put his hands behind his back, and returned to his residence alone, leaving the stingy Master Cao to drink on his own.
In early spring, the weather is still changing from warm to cold, but the spring breeze fills the mountains, yellow flowers compete for the first place, and everyone in the world thanks Dongjun.
A man in a green shirt, with a hanging knife tied to a wine pot, overlooking the earth, did not take his eyes back for a long time.
Chen Ping'an suddenly thought of something. Could his founding disciple have reached the golden body level now? Then why is her stature... as tall as she deserves?
Chen Ping'an was lying on the railing, his eyes narrowed with a smile, and the corners of his mouth were raised.
Previously on the Caiyi ferry, there was a young man from Jinjiazhou who was traveling away from home for the first time. He once stared at the sharp sword light of the rainbow-cutting talisman with his eyes wide open and his mind swaying.
At the beginning of the world, there was no figure of the Sword Immortal, only the bright sword light, like the most beautiful picture in the world. So the young man made up his mind at that moment, he must learn the talisman and practice the sword, just in case, just in case, Jin Jiazhou will be destroyed because of him.
There could be one more Sword Immortal.
Of course Chen Ping'an didn't know there was such a thing.
Just like many years ago, in the confusing mountains and rivers, the Fengxue Temple Wei and Jin Dynasties did not know that a bright red wedding dress was floating around. At that time, there was actually a young man with straw sandals. His eyes widened and he looked at it with a sword.
That magnificent sword light in the sky.
Chen Pingan returned to the house, wrote a secret letter, and gave it to the Ferry Sword Room to help Feijian send the letter to Shenzhuan Peak of Yugui Sect.
The recipient of the letter is Jiang Shangzhen. The sender signed the letter and accompanied Cao Mo to the city.
When sending a letter from Flying Sword on the Mountain, the sender can hide the beginning and end of the letter, deliberately omitting to write, only the name and number of the recipient, and there must be no omissions.
Of course, there are exceptions to everything. For example, some monks at the top of the mountain only write their own names, and with a stroke of a pen, write that such-and-such Patriarch's Hall is a personal blessing, which is actually more effective.
Chen Ping'an didn't care about the strange looks in the eyes of the sword room monks.
After all, I am no longer the same me who first traveled to Tongyezhou and was careful every step of the way.
After Chen Ping'an left, a young monk from the sword workshop asked cautiously: "Big shot?"
An old man in charge of the ferry sword room sneered: "You can tell he is a liar at first glance, and he doesn't know how to use new tricks. I have encountered it several times, don't pay attention to this kind of thing. I can guarantee that this kind of letter will be sent to you when it arrives."
The Shenzhuan Peak will languish in the archives for hundreds of years. There used to be a guy who took the Tianque Peak ferry and deliberately spent a few fairy coins to send a letter to Sect Master Xun. As a result, he deceived two serious people in one go.
There was a female cultivator with a genealogical background, a deputy steward of the ferry sword room, and another woman who had just met the man. Afterwards, they found out that the man was simply an unqualified Yamazawa wild cultivator, and they finally caught him with great difficulty.
That guy, if he is stretched to death, it will only be a beating, but you can't really do anything to that kid. The truth is that it is ridiculous that both men and women are not in love with each other. What else can you do? You will suffer a huge loss and can only be regarded as a long memory.
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A girl in the sword room blushed as she listened. No wonder she felt that the man in green shirt was always looking at her, and turned out to be a dirty kid with ulterior motives.
The old man smiled and said: "These are just ordinary people. There are even more sophisticated ones. They pretend to be some kind of useless prince, and hide the counterfeit imperial seals and dragon robes in their bags, and then they seem to be careless, and they happen to be seen by the woman."
.There are also those who hang wine pots on their waists. The swordsman walks down the mountain. Even if there is a sword gourd, it is a blinding method, right? So some people take a small broken gourd and use a little water method. There are many people like this at the bow of the boat.
It’s a place where drinking is non-stop.”
The young man suddenly said: "That guy seems to have a small crimson flask hanging on his face. He didn't drink. He probably saw that you were here and didn't dare to show off those clumsy tricks."
The old man stroked his beard and smiled, "That guy is very young, he just came here to humiliate himself."
The girl was a little scared. The more she thought about it, the more she thought about it. He was really sneaky and had a sinister look on his face. What a pity those eyes were.
When the girl was busy minding her own business with lingering fear, the old man in charge of the sword room immediately gave the young man a look. The latter grinned, clasped his fists and thanked the young man. The old man stretched out two fingers, and the young man shook one finger.
A jug of wine, no more.
As for whether that person really knows Jiang Sect Leader of Yugui Sect, it’s actually not that important. Anyway, Jiang Shangzhen is like that
Characters and friends can only stand aloof, cannot be recognized and cannot reach high.
The young man suddenly asked: "Where is Suijia City?"
The old man shook his head and said, "I've never heard of this. It's probably just a hoax."
The young man joked: "I don't even know whether to inscribe Taipingshan or Fuji Zong."
The old man snorted coldly, "If you dare to mess with Taipingshan and Fuji Sect like this, I will turn against you on the spot and drive him off the ferry."
The girl suddenly raised her head and lowered her voice and said: "The old site of Taiping Mountain has become an ownerless land. Aren't there many people fighting for the territory now?"
The old man hesitated to speak. In the end, he didn't say a word and let out a long sigh.
Chen Ping'an actually didn't go too far.
After hearing the last sentence, he stopped, his face expressionless, his eyes dark.
The Xianjia sect that had a Huanghuadu in the early years has been destroyed in the war and completely reduced to ruins. The entire ancestral mountain has been wiped out by the Xianjia's magic.
But the middle-aged swordsman in green shirt with a large number of oil bottles, he and the children were extremely strange. They did not show up at Huanghuadu, but seemed to suddenly disappear halfway. The ferry boat knew where to dock.
Before landing, the middle-aged man returned to the ferry sword room and sent another letter to Shenzhuan Peak.
On a stormy night, Chen Pingan took leave of the hosta, quietly broke through the restrictions on the ferry, and headed north alone against the wind. Leaving the ferry ten miles behind, he switched from riding the wind to wielding the sword, and there was a loud thunder in the sky.
, shocking people, there was such a strange phenomenon between heaven and earth that everyone on the ferry behind them was frightened, and the entire ferry had to make a quick detour.
Within a hundred miles of Qushan Crossing, the terrain is flat. Only one mountain peak rises abruptly, which is particularly eye-catching. On the top of the mountain peak, there is a hill platform, carved out of an elephant chessboard with thirty-two chess pieces, as big as
The stone pier weighs a thousand kilograms. There are two monks standing at both ends of the chessboard. In the next game of chess, every time a piece is captured by the opponent on the chessboard, a Grain Rain coin will be given. Between the monks of the upper five realms
A small gambling pleasure.
One of them, young and handsome, only two hundred years old, is the famous Jinjiazhou Great Sword Immortal, nicknamed "Xu Jun", and his real name is Xu Xie. Somehow he became the guest of the Liu family in Aaizhou. This time Yu Jian rushed to Tongyezhou
In the far south, there is a new cornucopia to protect Liu, the God of Wealth in Aaizhou, such as the Caiyi ferry. Wusunlan and Liu took a large sum of Guyu money on credit, and Liu gave him a ready-made cross-continent ferry.
Not to mention, the price was fair, and monk Wusunlan was also surprised by the commission from the ferry revenue for the next five hundred years.
For Tongyezhou, a great [.] swordsman who handed over thousands of swords on the battlefield of Jinjiazhou is a well-deserved Dragon Crossing the River.
But what really makes the monks on the mountain feel complicated is that Xu Xie seems to belong to a small group of people who came into being at the right time.
As a local snake, Wang Ji is a local Qi practitioner in Tongyezhou, Yupu realm. He calls himself a disciple of Guiya, also known as Zhi Linsou. He is not a swordsman, but he liked to travel with a sword when he was young, and he likes martial arts. He has an elegant appearance.
On the mountain, there is the nickname of "Prisoner and Killer Official". He went up to the mountain to practice very late, and he has been an official for thirty years. He was born as a civil servant in the Qing Dynasty. He killed dozens of people with his own sword, ranging from evil servants, corrupt subordinates to green forest thieves.
Later, he resigned and went into seclusion. When he came down from the mountain, he became a wild cultivator in the mountains and rivers. Finally, he became a worshiper of Yugui Sect. The kind with a chair in the ancestral hall. But before that, Wang Ji was the whole Tongye
In Zhouzhou, there is no monk in the upper five realms who scolds Jiang Shangzhen the most.
Therefore, Wang Ji's trip south to Yuzhou to drive Shandu was to help Yu Guizong scold the people.
The person who mediates between the two parties is a female cultivator who came here for a temporary break. She is the junior sister of Cong Qian, the Immortal of Liuxia Continent, and the wife of the cave master of Tianyu Cave. She has a beautiful appearance, a jasper corolla, a brocade robe, and a graceful figure.
Her son is one of the ten young candidates, but now he is in the fifth world, so it will take almost eighty years for mother and son to meet each other. Whenever she thinks of this matter, she will blame her husband for not being so cruel to let his son
Travel to another world.
Wang Ji casually threw out a Guyu coin and asked: "When will those cross-continental ferries from Old Dragon City arrive at Qushandu?"
Xu Xie did not take the Guyu money, but smashed it on the spot, turning it into a rich spiritual energy. The high mountain under the three people's feet was itself a formation restriction carefully built by the Liu family monks, which could gather the spiritual energy and spiritual energy from all directions.
The mountains and rivers are full of charm. Xu Xie looked indifferent and said: "When we get to the ferry, we can naturally see it."
Wang Ji sneered and said: "Be careful, the wind is high and the waves are strong, the water and soil are not suitable for you, and the boat will capsize on land and water."
Xu Xie remained expressionless, "The boat capsized? You Sect Leader Jiang must have overturned it. Anyway, as long as one boat capsizes, I will go to Shenzhuan Peak to ask for the sword."
Wang Ji clicked his tongue and said, "Listen to your tone, do you mean a guaranteed win?"
Xu Xie said: "80% of the time I will lose. Just ask me about the sword without delay."
Wang Ji stamped his foot on the ground, picked up a chess piece, and landed it somewhere on the chessboard. He extended his thumb towards Xu Xie and said, "As expected of a sword cultivator who knows Qi Tingji."
Xu Xie said: "You also know Xu Xie, that's right."
Wang Ji laughed angrily and said: "If you meet Jiang Shangzhen, you will either be beaten to death or become a cunning friend. There is no other possibility."
The Liuxiazhou female cultivator shook her head. She really didn't know why the two of them hadn't started fighting yet. They competed at the chessboard every day and bickered like this. Why did they feel like they were so in love with each other?
Xu Xie suddenly asked: "Is Jiang Shangzhen really in retreat or fake?"
Wang Ji sighed, feeling a little sad for the first time: "God knows, anyway, during the last meeting of the Patriarch Hall, he was sick and half-dead, which made people sad to see him."
Xu Xie glanced north.
He really couldn't like this Tongyezhou, which was filled with smoke and evil spirits.
Don’t admit your mistakes when you know they are wrong. Save your worries.
Admit a mistake and don't want to correct it. Save effort.
It saves worry and effort, and as a result, many people actually survived. Returning to such a big mess in the wild world is actually not much better than falling into the hands of the barbaric world.
Let me just say one thing, since there is no Taipingshan monk in Tongyezhou at the ruins of the Taipingshan sect, how many forces on the mountain are coveting that territory now? Overtly or covertly, they are ready to move.
The Fuqi Sect is slightly better, and it has left some incense in the end. Even if the situation becomes more precarious, under the protection of the academy, the few Fuqi Sect monks with low level of realm can still legitimately protect their ancestral mountain, and there is no one for the time being.
Dare to get involved. This is the case now, but ten years from now, a hundred years from now? The many methods used by the monks on the mountain to cover thousands of miles are not as simple as robbery. The academy can protect it for a while, but it cannot protect it for a longer time. When the Fuji Sect's
The young sect leader returned from the new world. In the Fuji Sect's ancestral hall, there may have been only a useless sect leader's chair. Even if he sat down, he might be surrounded by a jungle of soft knives in all directions.
Xu Xie was born in Confucianism, but he never went to the academy in Jinjiazhou to study. The same goes for Wang Ji, who played chess with Xu Xie.
Wang Ji sat down on the chess piece and said helplessly: "Don't see what is hidden, don't show what is subtle, so a gentleman should be cautious about being alone. When we talk about Neo-Confucianism and are Taoists, the most important thing is to be cautious about being alone.
You must be able to lower your head and raise your head without any shame."
Xu Xie rarely agreed with Wang Ji, nodding his head and saying: "When a person looks at himself, it is as if he sees his lungs and liver."
Wang Ji sighed: "When the academy is completely rebuilt, the situation will definitely get better."
Wang Ji shook his sleeves and laughed at himself: "I am a guest in this mountain, and I have been filled with emotions throughout my life."
The woman asked: "What happened to the guy who wrote an article criticizing the scholar Chen Chun'an?"
The Confucian Temple banned Shanshui Di reports for five years, but the monks on the mountain had their own immortal means of secretly transmitting various messages.
Wang Ji sneered and said: "No, my life was very good. I have a lot of fans. They all sincerely regard him as a literary genius from the continent and a Confucian conscience. I have been clamoring for several years to let this man go."
The headmaster of the official academy should become the headmaster of one of the seventy-two academies. Otherwise, several major cultural connections in the Chinese Confucian Temple have secretly joined forces to squeeze this person out. So that is called sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai."
When young people look at some old people's poems and articles, the lines are full of decadence. But when some old people look at young people who are energetic and radical, they will smile on their faces and have gloomy eyes, as if they are rebellious thieves.
When an old man is narrow-minded, small-minded, and closed-minded without realizing it, then the vigor he sees in young people and the room for mistakes that time gives young people is a great harm in itself. Even if the young people do not speak,
, are all wrong.
Young people will not understand why those old people are so easily disappointed.
The old guy watched with cold eyes as those young people went from hope to disappointment.
A great battle ended, and many young people on the mountain died.
Many old guys are still sneering. If they see it, they just pretend they don’t see it.
Xu Xie twitched the corner of his mouth and said sarcastically: "I heard Liu Jubao say a few words. The ancestor of the Yu family originally wanted to remove this person from his post as the mountain master of the Dynasty Academy. However, after making such a fuss, it became difficult to touch him. He was worried that he would be removed from his post.
It is difficult for people in the Yasheng lineage to be a good person. What’s more, if the post of mountain chief is removed, this person will only become more complacent and have a less conscience. Maybe he is waiting eagerly for the ancestor of the Yu family to touch him, okay?
Earn another piece of great reputation."
Wang Ji glanced at Xu Xie, this guy was talking a lot today, which was unusual.
The Liuxiazhou woman lamented, "In this world, I always feel that something is wrong, but I can't explain it."
Xu Xie said in a deep voice: "There are too few scholars like Xiuhu in this world!"
Wang Ji said sadly: "It's not that there are too few, it's that there are none."
Taipingshan ruins.
At the dilapidated entrance of the mountain, the archway had long since collapsed, and a man in green shirt fell to the ground, his face torn off, and his true appearance restored.
He knelt down and gently pressed a piece of gravel, and some writing could be faintly seen.
He took off the sword-raising gourd and poured out a pot of wine.
After standing up, the young man stooped slightly again and no longer deliberately straightened his waist. This way, it would be faster to use the sword and punch.
A young Confucian scholar came from Yufeng from afar, looking wary and asked: "What are you going to do? Didn't I agree that no one is allowed to enter the ancestral mountain realm of Taiping Mountain in the near future?!"
The man in a green shirt with a sword said with a smile: "Say? It doesn't seem to work, right? Then I'll guard here."
Isn't it just guarding the door? I have been guarding the door for many years and am very good at it.
When the college boy saw the uninvited guest, he narrowed his eyes with a smile. His smile seemed bright, but for some reason, it made his hair stand on end and sent chills down his spine. He was unable to utter a single word.
The man didn't say anything more, he just moved forward slowly, then turned around and sat on the steps. He turned his back to Taiping Mountain and faced the distance, and then he began to close his eyes and meditate.
The man suddenly asked: "How many hundreds of miles is the boundary of Zushan?"
The academy boy looked sad and said, "It's a radius of ten miles."
After a while, the academy boy, who had been thinking about something to say, suddenly saw a blur in front of his eyes. He no longer saw the sitting figure before, but a hill ten miles away was inexplicably cut open, and the top of the hill was divided into two cliffs in the middle.
A Nascent Soul cultivator just moved a step and stood where the top of the mountain turned into a "cliffside". Then he remained motionless, as "steady as a mountain" that could not be shaken.
Because there was a palm holding his head, the man asked: "How do you want to die? If there are too many choices and you don't know how to choose, I can help you choose one."
The five fingers were like hooks, imprisoning the Nascent Soul monk's head and soul together, "Don't delay me in finding the next one, I'm not very patient."
Just when he wanted the Yin Shen to travel far away from his body, the Yuanying monk wailed, as if he had suffered the pain of being cut into the heart by ten thousand swords. His soul and body were trembling together. Just when he was about to lower his body and beg for mercy, his soul was stripped out of his body and was
The man put it in his sleeves and fell to the ground slumped.
In another place, there was a golden elixir immortal who sensed something was wrong. Without saying a word, he fled far away from the wind and flew thirty miles into the air in the blink of an eye.
Unexpectedly, I felt like I was being dragged backwards, and finally fell to the ground.
A young man with an unfamiliar face, his hands wrapped around his sleeves, bent down and asked with a smile: "Hello, my name is Chen Ping'an. I came to Taiping Mountain to visit my old friend. Are you a Taiping Mountain genealogy monk? If not, you may not end up in trouble.
It would be great.”
More than a hundred miles away, a monk who was hiding his secrets sneered: "Fellow Taoist, have you gone too far with such cruelty?"
Chen Pingan turned around to look, but it was not in the direction where the voice sounded, but his sight was shifted by more than thirty miles, "I am staying here to give you a chance to send a message with flying swords and move reinforcements. Remember not to be someone like you."
It’s like paper and jade.”
The man no longer concealed his traces, laughed loudly, and turned out to be a woman.
Chen Pingan stepped out in one step, shrunk down the mountains and rivers, and came directly to the Jade Pure Realm female cultivator, "Are you so happy?"
In an instant, the beautiful appearance of the dignified Jade Pure Realm female cultivator turned pale, and her mind changed rapidly, Sword Immortal? Small World?!
Less than a stick of incense, maybe even less than half a stick of incense, the Confucian disciple who was filled with righteous indignation every day but could do nothing, saw the man pulling a woman's hair, and then threw the female cultivator outside the mountain gate, slamming her down.
After falling to the ground, the man returned to the mountain gate and continued to sit on the same spot. He gently pushed the knife out of its sheath with his fingers, and a sharp narrow knife was nailed into the ground near the woman's face.
Chen Pingan asked with a smile: "Do you want to drink?"
The Confucian disciple raised his arm, wiped his forehead, shook his head, and reminded softly: "There is an immortal behind the scenes. If there is such a commotion, he will definitely come."
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "I will wait for him."
The Confucian disciple suddenly changed his mind, "Senior, you'd better give me a jug of wine to calm down my shock."
Chen Pingan threw out a bottle of wine.
The young scholar from the academy caught the flask, took a big sip of wine, turned around and asked doubtfully: "Senior, don't you drink it yourself?"
The scholar in the academy only saw the man shaking his head, then bending over, holding his hands in his sleeves, looking calmly into the distance. I don't know if it was an illusion, but I always felt that this man in green shirt seemed to have fallen from the sky. Not only was he not happy at all, but
It’s quite sad. Why am I sad? Is it because of the Taiping Mountain behind me? But how many years has it been since Taiping Mountain was empty? Is it because I arrived too late? But it’s not right, even if it’s not a monk from Tongyezhou, my hometown
It is the farthest Liuxiazhou. No matter how far it is, you should have heard the news and arrived early.
Chen Pingan asked: "What did the Academy say?"
The young Confucian scholar said: "Our new mountain chief will not allow anyone to occupy Taiping Mountain. But it seems difficult."
Chen Pingan nodded and was silent for a moment, as if he was making a promise to Taipingshan, which had been deserted for many years, "With me here, it won't be difficult. Jiang Shangzhen is just... a waste."
The young Confucian scholar's head went numb after hearing this, and he quickly drank.
Chen Pingan raised his head and asked with a smile: "Is that right, Brother Zhou Fei?"
A hearty laugh rang out, and then the handsome man appeared. His temples were slightly frosted. It was as if the smile on his face had overcome his tired face, making him look even more cheerful and graceful. He said "Hey!" and kept saying:
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it turns out that person stepped on the face of the Jade Pure Realm female cultivator. The stunned young Confucian scholar saw the already world-famous Yu Gui Sect's new head, saying:
I'm sorry, but I didn't have the slightest intention of raising my feet. Finally, I bowed to the man next to me and said, "I worship Zhou Fei and pay my respects to the mountain master."
Chen Ping'an didn't get up. He took out two bottles of wine and threw one to Jiang Shangzhen. He looked up at the strange yet familiar Jiang Shangzhen and said softly: "It's not easy to see each other after all the hard work."
"It's true, Master of the Mountain, that in the second letter, you just said you won't go to Shenzhuan Peak. Thanks to my extraordinary intelligence, I knew you would go straight here."
Jiang Shangzhen was finally willing to put his feet back, but used his toes to push the female cultivator away and roll him a few feet away. He took the wine bottle and sat next to Chen Pingan. He raised the wine bottle in his hand with a happy look on his face, but his voice was not loud.
, smiled and said: "Good brother, let's go one?"
The two wine bottles touched each other lightly, then drank in silence.
There is nothing good about Jianghu, except for the wine.