Chapter seven hundred and fiftieth IX handing the sword to the sword and asking the sword
The small Taoist temple is called Huanghua Temple. It is located in the westernmost part of Mirage City. Yao Xianzhi took Chen Ping'an around for a while, and finally he was able to enter Huanghua Temple with a Fu Yin seal. The small Taoist temple was rebuilt from a temple. The Liu family of Daquan was the founding emperor of the People's Republic of China.
Since then, the emperors of the past dynasties have highly praised Taoism. Although they do not reject Buddhism, the emperors, generals, ministers, and dignitaries have little interest in Buddhism. Therefore, even if the temples in the capital city and local areas are built, they are often for Taoism.
Wedding clothes. The Tiangong Temple built by the royal family of the previous dynasty outside the capital is an exception. The ancient temple is much older than the Daquan Liu family. On the way Chen Ping'an came, he heard from Yao Xianzhi that the old Duke Shen was now the biggest pilgrim in Tiangong Temple.
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Yao Xianzhi opened the door, probably because the small Taoist temple could not afford to cultivate the Lingguan Hall. There were two statues of Lingguan posted on the gate of the Taoist temple. Yao Lingzhi opened the door and made a creaking sound. The two of them crossed the threshold. This man from the capital
After Fu Yin closed the door in person, he turned around and said casually: "In addition to Liu Mao, Taoist named Longzhou Taoist, there are only two Taoist boys in the temple who sweep the floor and cook. Both children were orphans. They were born innocent and have no Taoist qualifications.
Liu Mao taught me the Taoist secrets, but I still can't practice them. It's a pity. I usually do breathing exercises and do my homework, which is actually just a joke. But after all, I am following Liu Mao, so I can't be a god, so it's not all bad."
Chen Ping'an nodded. A third prince who was able to manipulate the Jinhuang Mansion and Pine Needle Lake in the Northern Jin Dynasty, and a vassal king who successfully helped his brother ascend to the throne, even if he turned to practice Buddhism, he would probably light lamps and waste more fuel.
Chen Pingan said without reason: "I took the Xianjia ferry earlier and found that the Rulu Temple in the Northern Jin Dynasty seemed to have some incense again."
Yao Xianzhi gradually got used to Mr. Chen's jumping ideas, which often happened. He was still talking about the battlefield and battle losses of the Daquan frontier army before they retreated to Gyeonggi Province. He drew several curves on the stone table and quickly turned to ask about Cao Mu'an.
What is the current situation of the remnants of the Xu family in Daquan?
Yao Xianzhi asked: "Is that the ancient temple in the Northern Jin Dynasty with the lotus platform? The young emperor of the Northern Jin Dynasty believed in Buddhism, so Buddhism has prospered in these years, and many temples were built by decree. If you go to the temple, it is a thousand-year-old temple. Because it has been abandoned for too long, it has been preserved.
It is relatively complete, and it is now regarded as a major temple in the Northern Jin Dynasty. In the past few years, several eminent monks and virtuous people were ordered to live in Rulu Temple one after another, and the incense suddenly became better."
"Then stop Xi."
Chen Ping'an first corrected Yao Xianzhi's statement with a smile, and then asked: "Have you ever heard of a young-looking monk, but he must be quite old in real life? He traveled far from the north to the south. His Dharma is exquisite, and he may be of the same lineage as Niutou.
Some origins. It may not necessarily be that he lived in the Northern Jin Dynasty, but it may also be that he lived in Daquan or the Southern Qi Dynasty."
Yao Xianzhi thought for a while, shook his head and said with a smile: "I haven't heard of it anyway. The famous monks in the Northern Jin Dynasty and Southern Qi Dynasty seem to be getting older. Again, I have to ask Lingzhi and Liu Gongfeng. I have no idea about Niu Touyi.
I don’t know anything about the Buddhist Dharma tradition. Mr. Chen still understands this? What a coincidence, our Emperor is also very proficient in Buddhism, so he must have something to talk about."
Chen Ping'an nodded and said, "I want to ask Liu Chongfeng if I have the chance."
When Chen Ping'an visited Tongyezhou for the first time and before accidentally entering the Lotus Flower Blessed Land, he once passed by Guoru Temple in the Northern Jin Dynasty, where he met the little lotus figure.
Later, on a remote hilltop deep in the mountains and wild forests, the mountain was steep and far away from human habitation. Chen Ping'an saw a little goblin who had lost his mind and murmured a sad word repeatedly.
At that time, Chen Ping'an didn't think much about it. Later, he worked as an accountant in Shujian Lake and went on a long trip. In the Mei Glaze Kingdom, he met a white-robed monk sitting in a cave on a rock cliff. Sitting high and dangerously, he also saw a heart ape climbing up the cliff.
During this time, I never thought that the little monster in Shanze that I saw back then would actually be involved in a fate.
Chen Pingan consulted the monks about Buddhism. The monk in Aquarius Island not only helped with guidance, but also mentioned the saying that "Tongye Island is unique in the Niutou lineage." So after that, Chen Pingan was interested in going there.
I knew some about Niutou Zen, but I only had a partial understanding of it, but Chen Ping'an benefited a lot from the monk's two explanations about the word barrier.
A young Taoist walked out of the pure practice room, wearing a far-traveling crown, holding a fly whisk in his hand, and walking on cloud shoes. He just glanced at Yao Xianzhi and stopped looking at him. He stared blankly at the man in a blue shirt and long coat.
, after a while, he seemed to have finally recognized his identity. He smiled with relief, threw the fly whisk, and slapped his head, "I pay my respects to Chen Jianxian, Lord Fu Yin."
Chen Pingan returned the gift with his hand, "I have met Taoist Longzhou."
Yao Xianzhi was too lazy to return the favor and suppressed his laughter. The two of them didn't start fighting when they met each other. It was really a sign of cultivation of mind and character. Both of them were worthy of cultivating Taoism.
Yao Xianzhi wanted to take off the wine gourd from his waist and prepare to drink and watch the fun, but Chen Ping'an patted his arm and said, "I'll drink later when I get into the house."
Yao Xianzhi didn't know what was going on, so he put down the wine bottle.
After hearing these words, Liu Mao, a Taoist named Longzhou Taoist, smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Chen Jianxian, why are you so aggressive?"
Yao Xianzhi was stunned for a long time, but he didn't turn around. What does this mean? After Mr. Chen entered the Taoist temple, his words and deeds were very kind. Why did Liu Mao ask this question?
Taoist Liu Mao really didn't pay attention to a governor of the capital who could only act on his own ideas. Whether he was the former vassal king or the current head of Huanghua Temple, facing this Yao Xianzhi who seemed like a fledgling officialdom, he would be a Taoist sect chief.
, enough. There really is nothing to talk about between the two parties. Yao Xianzhi cannot understand what he is saying about Dharma and practice. He is just playing the piano to an ox. Mr. Fu Yin is not allowed to talk about temple matters with him, and it is too taboo.
As for why she was able to practice Taoism here for many years, it was certainly not Yao Jin's nostalgia, soft-heartedness, or woman's benevolence, but the situation in the court that she could not please. The Daquan Liu family, except for the late emperor's brother who escaped from the battle and took refuge in the fifth world,
In fact, there is nothing to criticize. To be honest, the reason why the Daquan Dynasty was able to fight and retreat was that even in several consecutive battles, several elite side cavalry forces in the north and south and local garrisons suffered staggering losses, but the morale of the army remained intact.
The defense of Mirage City and Gyeonggi depends on the rich wealth that the Daquan Liu family has accumulated little by little over the two hundred years since its founding.
Of course, it was also because of the ancestral support of the Liu family that the vassal king Liu Cong, who had made great contributions to supervising the country, was ill. With Liu Mao's help, he guarded a small Taoist temple, which was quite stable. During the holidays, the Qingci of Huanghua Temple
The green seals, handwritten letters from the three officials, and talismans will all be sent to the Mirage City Palace on time and in fixed quantities. It is said that some nostalgic old officials from the previous dynasty could not help but shed tears whenever they saw those handwritten talismans. It is said that some of them are speechless.
An old man named Ji got drunk with his old friend and said that he would have to live one more year just to see the talisman for one more year.
This is the truth that the Confucian sages have always said sincerely, saying that everything will be done right and smoothly.
In this world, even the rootless duckweed-like wild cultivators in the mountains and rivers will try their best to seek a good reputation. Who else can really stay out of it?
These little tidbits were all revealed by Shen Guogong during a casual chat with Liu Mao in the main room today.
Chen Pingan joked: "Today's Huanghuaguan Longzhou Taoist used the same principle to slap His Highness the Third Prince of Hu'er Town in the face."
Liu Mao was silent for a moment, nodded and said: "On the way to practice, if you don't give way to others at all, you will either be caught up by the people behind you and cause a conflict, or you will bump into the people in front of you, resulting in misunderstandings, and the consequences will be all in one case. Like this
Come on, it’s really not beautiful.”
Chen Pingan clicked his tongue and said: "The master of the temple has indeed succeeded in cultivating his mind. After twenty years of hard work in cultivating the Tao, he has become not only the master of the first temple, but also a real person on earth in the fifth realm. His state of mind is also different from the past. There are two levels of Taoist mind.
I'm glad to have signed the contract. It's not in vain that I paid you a visit today. The five or six miles of winding road at night is not easy to walk."
Liu Mao laughed it off and was extremely well-educated.
A little Taoist boy opened the door in a daze, rubbed his eyes, feeling sleepy, and asked: "Master, are there guests in the middle of the night? The sun comes out in the west? Do you need me to boil water to make tea?"
Liu Mao nodded and said with a smile: "It's okay, Master will entertain the guests himself. Don't forget the lessons you learned when you were young."
The little Taoist boy saw the two guests and hurriedly saluted. The Taoist temple was strange today, there were two groups of guests. But before, the two were older, and now the two are younger.
Chen Pingan smiled and nodded in greeting.
For no reason, I thought of Zeng Ye, a young man who lived next door to the counting house on Qingxia Island.
The little Taoist boy hesitated for a moment and said softly: "Master, one hour is too long. Can you only breathe for half an hour?"
Liu Mao shook his head and said with a smile: "No, although cultivating Taoism does not rely on rigid skills, if you are not willing to put in hard work, you can't even talk about cultivating Taoism. There is a difference in sequence. Please understand the truth here."
The little Taoist boy said oh, if there were no guests coming tonight, the child would still have to fight hard with the master. Since there are outsiders present, he should give the master some face.
Liu Mao pushed open the door of his private room, Chen Ping'an and Yao Xianzhi stepped over the threshold one after another, and Liu Mao finally stepped into it.
Chen Ping'an looked at the room. There was a row of bookshelves against the wall, a flower table in the corner, and a small pot of calamus.
There is a writing desk and an old chair. In addition to a closed Huangting Sutra, there is also an open volume of Lingfei Sutra on the table. Liu Mao must have been copying the book before, and the ink on the paper has not yet completely dried.
Liu Mao apologized: "The Taoist temple is small and there are few guests, so there is only one chair."
He glanced at Yao Xianzhi and said, "Chen Jianxian and Pindao are both practitioners. Mr. Fu Yin is the only official in the house. You don't need to be too formal, just sit and drink."
Yao Xianzhi always felt that this guy was swearing.
Seeing that Mr. Chen didn't say anything, he generously took the chair from Liu Mao and sat down to drink.
After drinking, Mr. Fu Yin finally came to his senses.
Because in Mr. Chen's eyes, there was no Longzhou Taoist, only a Taoist temple, so Yao Xianzhi could drink as much as he wanted after entering the house where Liu Mao practiced Taoism. Even drinking itself was a reminder, firmly believing that Liu Mao was not a Taoist priest, but still a Taoist priest.
The former third prince, Mr. Chen, paid homage to a yellow flower temple, a Taoist temple large or small, never on the scale of a Taoist temple, and not to Longzhou Taoist Liu Mao.
No wonder Liu Maofang said that Mr. Chen was being aggressive and had some brains.
Chen Pingan walked around the case, nodded and said: "Good words, when people see the words, it is like hearing the sound of new orioles singing in white. When the third prince reaches the upper five realms, maybe there is a phenomenon caused by literary luck, and there is a group of white orioles.
Hair sprouts from the paper, flaps its wings and flies high, free from restraint."
Liu Mao shook his head and took it as a joke. If you go to the Five Realms, you will never think about it again in this life.
After twenty years of hard training, he is still just a sea-viewing monk.
The two chicken-backed pens are specially used for copying scriptures. Near the ends of the pens, there are two small regular scripts of "Qingyou Mingjing" engraved on them. The chicken-backed pens of the Daquan Dynasty have long been famous.
There is a long-sharp pen placed on the pen holder, inscribed with "Collection of One Hundred and Two Things, the most skilled in the world". It can be seen that it was made by a pen-making master. It is probably the most valuable thing in this room except some rare books.
of objects.
Chen Ping'an glanced at the Huangting Sutra and couldn't help but flip through a few pages. Good guy, the quality of jade paper is important for its orderly inheritance. There are more than a dozen book seals and monograms, and there is almost no blank space. It is a
The Huang Ting Jing collected in the Wulin Hall of the Southern Qi Dynasty has a high status within Taoism, ranking in the Dongxuan Department of Taoism. It has the reputation of "three thousand mantras, pointing directly to the golden elixir" on the mountain, and is also praised by the literati and Qingtan at the bottom
Respected by famous people.
In addition to the spiritual objects that can be used by Qi practitioners, the truly valuable "secular objects" at the foot of the mountain are rare and unique books that are very particular about engraving and paper. They are second to none and are more favored by monks than calligraphy, painting and porcelain. Many rare books are rare in existence.
, the money is calculated by the page. If you are not from a scholarly family, you can't imagine why two pages of paper with the same text are worthless, but one can be sold for dozens of taels of silver.
Chen Ping'an said: "When I first met His Highness the Third Prince, I almost mistaken him for a riding scout. Now he is still noble, but more elegant."
Liu Mao held a fly whisk in his hand and stood quietly aside, letting the young swordsman talk in a roundabout way.
There were several pieces of cooked rice paper filled with scriptures beside him. Chen Pingan twisted the paper as if turning the pages of a book and asked with a smile: "Originally, there were rows of scriptures and no horizontal rows of scriptures. However, the third prince copied them and arranged his troops in formation."
General, orderly and strict. Why is this?"
Liu Mao stood beside the desk and finally couldn't help but smile and said: "Chen Jianxian, please don't keep repeating it again and again. There is something in his words. Chen Jianxian has no interest in the power of the dynasty at the foot of the mountain. When he is a national teacher, he doesn't have to hold on to someone who is too high or too low."
Taoist Taoist Longzhou would not let him go. Chen Jianxian was destined to have a high road. Why should he be entangled with an ant who was not even a golden elixir? Is it so difficult for Mr. Chen to let go of the grudges of the past? What's more, a big spring that changed the world, a company
Liu Mao, who is no longer the vassal king, has nothing left in the court, rivers, lakes, and mountains. Could it be that Chen Jianxian cannot even accommodate a green lantern, a few Taoist scriptures, and a monk in the sea-viewing realm?"
Seeing the young man in blue shirt smiling and saying nothing, Liu Mao asked: "Shouldn't Chen Jianxian now be a guest of Shenzhuan Peak, Golden Summit Temple or Qinghu Palace? Even if he comes to Mirage City, what's going on?
You shouldn’t come to this Huanghua Temple. In fact, there is nothing to reminisce between us. Is this what His Majesty the Emperor meant?"
Liu Maodao: "If it is your Majesty's intention, then you are really worrying too much. The poor man knows that he is a worm and does not shake the big tree because he has no intention and is powerless. The overall situation has been decided. Now that the country is at peace, the world has returned to Haiyan Qingping.
, the poor Taoist has become a Taoist, and he understands the truth that destiny cannot be violated. Even if Chen Jianxian cannot trust a Longzhou Taoist, he should still believe in his own vision. Liu Mao has never been a truly smart person, but he is not so stupid as to be a mantis.
, and are enemies of the great power. Right, Chen Jianxian?"
Chen Ping'an didn't answer the question, as if he wanted to reminisce about the past with this person. He brought up the old things again and said slowly: "Back then in Hu'er Town, His Highness the Third Prince spoke, and he was well versed in people's hearts. There were two questions that left me speechless.
It may be that I have learned a lot after repeated deliberation. Just like tonight, His Highness's words were very particular. The ants echoed the earthworms, Chen Jianxian and the tolerance were in contrast, and they were unable to add icing on the cake to Wu Xin. Destiny is a matter on the mountain. Hao Hao
The vast power is the truth under the mountain, everything is mysterious, and every word is learned. I have learned it again."
This time it was Liu Mao's turn to remain silent.
Yao Xianzhi glanced at Mr. Chen, who was wearing a blue robe, and then at Liu Mao, who was wearing a simple Taoist robe. He suddenly began to feel lucky that he had brought a bottle of wine, otherwise he would have nothing to do and nothing to say tonight.
"I don't care if His Highness the Third Prince still refuses to give up or if he still wants to change his clothes and wear them. As a foreigner, what does this have to do with me? I am still the same as before, just an outsider passing by.
. But it’s different from back then. Back then, I was avoiding trouble. Today, I’m actively running toward trouble. I can spare anything but trouble.”
Chen Ping'an leaned on the desk with his hands in his sleeves, looked around, and said casually: "It's just that at that time, the passers-by were of a low level, and His Highness was not willing to listen to many simple truths, so he got off the horse, but in fact he was still sitting high on the horse, looking down from a high position.
People are impatient, now it's better, the master is still the master, the evil guest comes to the door, but he has to open the door, the imposing manner is unreasonable bastard words, Longzhou Taoist retreats again and again, so that a clean little Taoist temple can only
There is only one room left to stand on, so I still have to listen to what the guests are saying, think carefully, and chew carefully. The snow has melted, and I still have to walk on thin ice."
Liu Mao smiled and said: "Actually, it's not as embarrassing as what Chen Jianxian said. Staying up late tonight and chatting can actually cultivate your mind better than blindly copying books."
Chen Pingan put away his wandering eyes, stared at Liu Mao again, and said: "We have been apart for many years, and when we meet again for small talk, most of our answers are irrelevant to the questions, and we each say our own things. But there is one thing that I can really answer to Your Highness sincerely, and that is why
I will pester an ant who thinks he is an earthworm and not an earthly immortal."
Chen Pingan suddenly pointed at Liu Mao, and then at the sloppy man sitting drinking, "The problem lies with the third prince of Hu'er Town back then, the answer lies with Taoist Longzhou in Huanghuaguan, and the problem lies with the fourteen-year-old Yao
The family soldier Yao Jinzhi is also in the body of the current governor of the capital."
Liu Mao said: "I only understood half of it. Please Chen Jianxian to clarify the other half."
Chen Ping'an said: "I have already said this, why can't Your Highness reciprocate the favor and say a few honest words to me?"
Liu Mao felt helpless.
Chen Pingan shook his sleeves, put his fingers against the desk, and said: "After the snow melts, people's hearts are inflamed. Even if it is not difficult to put out the fire, the damage will still be damage before the fire is successfully put out. And the water consumed to put out the fire,
It is an invisible loss, which must be exchanged for a large amount of merit, incense, and love. I am a businessman and work diligently as a baggage, and all I earn is hard-earned money and conscience money!"
Liu Mao said helplessly: "The literal meaning of Chen Jianxian's principles is understandable to me. But why Chen Jianxian said this and what the implication is, I am confused."
For the first time, Yao Xianzhi felt that he and Liu Mao were in the same group.
"Liu Mao, a swordsman asks about swords, a martial artist asks about boxing. The difference between victory and defeat is life and death. If you are superior in skill, you will be happy when you win. If you are not as skilled as others, you will admit defeat when you lose. But if you want me to lose money deliberately, then I will punish you
You're welcome. A Taoist from Longzhou who has been cultivating Taoism for 20 years, after reading the Taoist scriptures, went astray, failed to form elixirs, became obsessed with evil spirits, was paralyzed in bed, lingering on his last breath, but he can still live. As for Qingci Lvzhang, who has a wonderful pen that brings flowers to life.
, is destined not to be written.”
Chen Pingan turned around, picked up the writing brush, dipped it slightly in ink, and began to copy the scriptures on the paper. He wrote a line of text following Liu Mao, dividing his body, taking forms at will, supplementing the real person, and the heaven and earth coexist.
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When picking up the pen, Chen Pingan looked up at Liu Mao with a smile while writing. He was distracted at will, writing on the paper, and said slowly: "But if you really want to write, it's okay. I can do it for you, copy the words, don't do it."
It is not difficult to say that the shape is very similar, or the spirit is very similar. Whether it is a talisman or a treasure seal, whether it is ten years or twenty years, before I leave Huanghua Temple tonight, I can help you with copying and writing.
Before I practice sword practice."
Liu Mao
He smiled bitterly and said: "Chen Jianxian is here tonight, is it because he wants to ask about the sword? I really don't understand, His Majesty the Emperor can tolerate a Taoist from Longzhou, why Chen Jianxian, who claims to be a passerby, must be so unforgiving."
Chen Pingan gently placed the pen on the pen holder and said with a smile: "In this world, people scare ghosts more than ghosts scare people. Your Highness, Third Prince, what do you think?"
Jiang Shangzhen, who is no longer the old sect leader of the Yugui Sect, has to remind himself to be more careful about Han Jiangshu and his ilk, let alone a sect leader on the mountain who is about to become a disciple of the Wen Sheng lineage.
Chen Ping'an has been traveling up and down mountains and rivers all his life. One of his biggest invisible supports is his habit of letting the enemies of life and death of different levels and levels look down on him and feel contempt for him.
Even though today is different from the past, I, Chen Ping'an, have the final say on when to speak arrogant words, make cruel remarks, and perform shocking feats, with whom, where, and when.
Immortal Han Yushu can't do it, and Fei Ran who goes by the pseudonym "Chen Yin" can't do it even more.
Through the observation of Liu Mao, the weight of his steps, his breathing, his energy flow, and his mood ups and downs, there is no doubt that he is a sea-viewing monk.
It's just that Liu Mao is obviously deliberately suppressing his realm. It is certainly difficult to reach the upper five realms, but if Liu Mao doesn't deliberately stop his practice, the young master of Huanghua Temple tonight should be a Longmen realm monk who is expected to form a golden elixir.
.According to the rules of the Confucian Temple, a qi practitioner in the middle and fifth realms is absolutely not qualified to be the monarch of a country. Back then, the late Emperor Da Li was worshiped and encouraged by the Lu family of the Yin Yang family. He committed a huge taboo and almost managed to hide it from the truth, but the outcome was definitely not the same.
It will be fine, but it will become Lu's puppet.
Therefore, Liu Mao's current sea-viewing realm is a very measured choice. His Royal Highness, the third prince, who is a pure martial artist and has a long-standing foundation in Taoism, is qualified to enter the cave mansion realm. It is too deliberate and coincidental. If he is in the Longmen realm, he will fall.
The sequelae of the environment are still too great. If you show the qualifications and weather of the Earth Immortal who are expected to become a golden alchemist, Emperor Yao of Daquan will be wary, so the sea-viewing environment is the best. After falling into the environment, the damage will not be much, and the temperature will not be much.
If he makes up for it properly, it will be enough for him to be emperor for thirty to fifty years.
Chen Ping'an originally wanted to go to the water prison in the capital to meet Liu Cong, but he immediately changed his mind when he heard that Taoist Longzhou was in the sea-viewing realm.
Liu Mao would never have imagined that Chen Ping'an, who was just passing through Mirage City, would visit Huanghua Temple that night just because he was in a "separate" view of the sea.
Yao Xianzhi took a big sip of wine, lightly tapped his knee with the wine bottle, cursed, then tilted his shoulders, stood up slowly, walked to the window, opened it, glanced up at the sky, and said, "Mr. Chen, as expected,
It is going to rain."
"In the future, you don't need to ask Qin Tianjian if you want to pray for rain."
Chen Ping'an threw a pot of wine to Yao Xianzhi and said with a smile: "Master Fu Yin helped the temple master go to the courtyard and collect the clothes hanging on the bamboo pole. The temple master's robe and the clothes of the two disciples were far apart.
It's probably an unwritten rule of the Huanghua Temple, so when you stack them on the table in the main room, remember to separate the three pieces of clothing. The main room seems to be locked. Ask the temple owner for the key first, and then wait there.
I, I will chat with the viewer for a while."
Yao Xianzhi took a bunch of keys from Liu Mao's hand, limped out of the wing, and muttered: "It's probably raining over there at Tiangong Temple."
Liu Mao smiled and shook his head.
This Lord Fu Yin is still young and is superfluous.
The Duke of Shen, Gao Shi, really visited the Taoist temple. It is not worth talking about tonight.
Chen Ping'an's trivial words about folding clothes, locking the door and borrowing the key made Liu Mao's pressure suddenly disappear.
Yao Xianzhi's threats were actually just a reminder to the Longzhou Taoist that there really was only one Yao Jinzhi in Daquan who was very lucky, and there was only one swordsman who passed by again and transformed from a young man into a young man.
Chen Pingan asked with a smile: "Your Highness, do you think Yao Fuyin is funny? Do you think it's funny for Yao Xianzhi to be a lame Fuyin with a broken arm, or do you think Yao Xianzhi survived on the battlefield, so it's better to give the Yao family an ancestral hall early?"
Is it even more ridiculous to add a spiritual place?"
Liu Mao's heart suddenly became tense.
The next moment, Liu Maoteng was like a cloud riding in the mist, and then his shoulders suddenly sank, his energy stagnated, his aura was as heavy as a mountain, and he sat on that chair unknowingly.
Chen Ping'an waved his sleeves, and the empty pen holder on the table flew towards Liu Mao. Liu Mao gently caught it. The yellow bamboo pen holder had a embossed picture of a scholar reclusive in ancient pine trees. It was an old item from the palace.
Chen Ping'an walked towards the bookshelf, "I remember that the monarch of a country would open a gold and jade imperial pen every year in the first month to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new. Is this empty pen holder missing something?"
Liu Mao said calmly: "If you want to impose a crime, there is no need to hesitate. Chen Jianxian, that's almost enough. Since the situation is between you and me, you can kill as you please."
Liu Mao held the fly whisk in one hand and the pen holder in the other, and sneered: "After practicing Taoism, even if you haven't entered the palace yet, you will do something good and your heart will feel calm. If Chen Jianxian visits Huanghua Temple today, it will be to kill and shock people, so just draw the sword."
That is, let the poor Taoist learn the style of the Sword Immortal again so that he can show off to his two disciples that the master is mediocre in Taoism and his realm is not high, but he has also discussed Taoism with a Sword Immortal. Of course, the premise is that Chen Jianxian is merciful.
Hit but not kill."
Chen Pingan looked around. From the lamp on the desk, the two scriptures, to the various objects including flowers and calamus, he still couldn't see any mystery. Chen Pingan raised his sleeves and saw a wick slowly peeling off the desk.
When it is opened, the lights scatter in all directions without drifting away, just like a lantern placed on the table.
Two volumes of Taoist classics floated, and the pages slowly turned over. The aura of heaven and earth gathered around the Taoist temple, as thick as water, and rippled in waves, slowly brushing over the walls and the ground.
When Chen Ping'an was casually walking around the house, the Huangting Sutra and Lingfei Sutra were floating in front of him, and he turned the pages on his own.
Liu Mao sighed softly: "Chen Jianxian is so suspicious, no wonder he can become such a young swordsman."
Chen Ping ignored it and walked to the bookshelf. The books were tilted outwards. The pages of the books were clattering. The sound of books echoed through the room, like the sound of running water in a stream.
Chen Ping'an put the two scriptures that had been turned to the last page, touched them lightly with his fingers, floated them back to the desk and slowly dropped them, and said with a smile: "There are books on the shelf that are really rich, and if there is nothing in my heart, I am a god. Wealth is true,
This shelf of books cannot be bought with just a few grains of snow. As for the gods, forget it. I am at most suspicious, but His Highness must have something in his heart... This book is not common, and it is actually an official approved by the Confucian Temple.
First engraved version of this book? Please lend it to me to read."
Chen Ping'an put a copy of "Celestial Phenomena and Star Map" in his sleeve. Books involving celestial phenomena and geography will be classified as illegal by the imperial government and are not allowed to be kept privately.
Chen Pingan stopped in front of the bookshelf. There was no breeze in the room. The pages of the Taoist books were still turning very fast. Chen Pingan suddenly pressed his fingers lightly against an ancient book and stopped turning the pages. It was a rare ancient book that was not widely circulated in the mountains.
, even if it is the library of the Immortal Family on the mountain, it will often end up eating ashes.
Because this rare book "He Guanzi" is "exquisite in words", but "big but not appropriate". The knowledge expounded in the book is too advanced, difficult and obscure, and it is not a method of refining qi that can be relied on, so it has been simply used by later generations of bibliophiles.
As for the authenticity of this Taoist classic, the two deputy leaders of the Confucian Temple even quarreled over it. They exchanged letters frequently and had written battles. However, it was more common in later generations.
Think of it as a fake book.
Liu Mao glanced at the movement over there and sighed softly: "Weep and mourn together, we are happy to help each other, and the weird spies stop each other."
Chen Ping'an sneered and said: "Didn't I also teach you the art of south facing the emperor? Why didn't the third prince learn it well? So it is not good for rich people to read too much. The more principles they know, the less they know."
Chen Ping'an suddenly fell silent. There were several adjacent books on the bookshelf, "Island Algorithm", "Algorithm of Fine Grass", "Nine Chapters of the Book of Algorithms"...
The books have all been flipped through, and they are the type of books with the most annotations and narrations. Chen Pingan really didn't expect that Liu Mao was obsessed with arithmetic. He just glanced at a certain pattern and saw that it was full of numbers. Chen Pingan was stunned.
In the mist, he seemed to be reading a book from heaven, which showed that Liu Mao's skills were not weak, and he was much better than those who practiced breaking through the realm.
Liu Mao said: "Don't borrow those books. If you take them away, they will be robbed by you, and you won't have to return them."
Chen Pingan raised his sleeves, and five or six arithmetic classics fell into his bag. "Return it, why not return it? If you borrow it, you will return it. It is not difficult to borrow it again."
The materials and text content of many books are incomprehensible.
Chen Pingan was still not at ease, so he took Liu Mao's whisk in his hand, weighed it, shook it a few more times, and finally crushed the wooden handle into pieces inch by inch.
Liu Mao said with a straight face, "There is no need to return it. This is a sincere gift from the poor Taoist to Chen Jianxian."
Chen Ping'an put the whisk that had lost its wooden handle back on the desk, turned around and said with a smile: "No, this is a beloved thing that I get to live with His Highness day and night. A gentleman does not take away what others like. Although I am not a serious scholar, I can
I have read through a few of the sages’ books.”
The whisk is just a common thing under the mountain. The broken wooden handle is like this, and the tail of the silk thread is also like this. Although this thing is not expensive, it is the favorite of the viewer.
Liu Mao sneered and said: "Chen Jianxian is too modest. He is a very scholar and deserves to be called "Sir" by Mr. Fu Yin."
Chen Ping'an began to raise his hand, gently brushed the books, and randomly recited words from each book, and said at the same time: "I have to thank the Confucian Temple for banning the Shanshui Di newspaper for five years. Otherwise, my reputation would be completely ruined now.
."
Liu Mao frowned and said, "Chen Jianxian told a lot of jokes today."
Chen Pingan walked slowly, each word was refined and captured, and then quickly disappeared into the air. He asked casually: "Did you say back then that you should pretend not to recognize me the next time we meet?"
Liu Mao shook his head and said, "I forgot."
"Maybe I remembered it wrong. I told Liu Cong."
Chen Pingan nodded and asked again: "You still haven't figured out why I deliberately brought Yao Xianzhi with me?"
Liu Mao smiled and said: "Why, with the relationship between Chen Jianxian and Daquan Yao family, do you still need to avoid suspicion?"
Chen Pingan snapped his fingers, the sky and the earth were separated, and the room instantly became a lawless place.
Liu Mao was greatly shocked, but in an instant, he became distracted.
Because in the room, there appeared one after another green-shirted swordsmen with different expressions and standing in different positions. Everyone said in unison, but it was the voice of another man, saying: "Liu Mao, you are such a waste that cannot be helped. If I had known
At that time, I should have chosen Gao Shizhen. If I were Chen Pingan, or if Chen Pingan was not so patient and searched your soul and soul at will, just like flipping through a book, then you would actually be dead by now."
Liu Mao hesitated to speak, but came to his senses in an instant, stood up suddenly, and then sat down slumped.
Finally got the answer.
Chen Ping'an put away a handful of caged birds and said with a smile: "Brother Feiran is really a bitch, he doesn't care about brotherhood and morality at all."
Liu Mao began to close his eyes and rest, waiting for death.
He did have a piece of evidence, but it was incomplete. Before he disappeared, Feiran did come to Huanghuaguan to look for Liu Mao quietly once.
As for whether the so-called evidence is true or false, Liu Mao is still not sure. Anyway, in the eyes of outsiders, it will only be ironclad evidence.
Liu Mao suddenly opened his eyes, "What's the truth? Can you guess it?"
Chen Ping'an tiptoed, sat on the desk, turned around and bent over, relit the lamp, then put his hands on his sleeves, and said with a smile: "You can almost make a guess. It's just missing a few key points. Tell me about it."
, maybe he can survive.”
Liu Mao suddenly laughed and exclaimed: "Are you really not Fei Ran? You two are so similar. The more I am sure that you are not the same person, the more I feel that you are the same person."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "We have a lot of gossip tonight. We can say a few serious words. Your Highness, hurry up and save yourself."
Liu Mao stood up, as if he was relieved, and laughed: "If I completely obey Fei Ran's arrangements, as long as the barbarian world loses the battle and loses Tongyezhou again, I should immediately take risks and escape from Mirage City
, then as long as I am driven to the rebuilt Dafu Academy, it is really hard to say who is the prisoner today. Unfortunately, I am too timid and cherish my life too much. After cultivating Taoism, I am afraid of death. If I had just been imprisoned back then, then it would be hard to tell.
Now, I will gamble my life without hesitation. If I lose the bet, I will just lose a bad life. If I win the bet, I can regain this family fortune for the Liu family."
Chen Pingan was very patient and said slowly: "Have you ever thought that now I am the person in this world who most hopes that Taoist Longzhou will live well?"
Liu Mao nodded and said, "That's why I dared to stand up and speak to Sword Immortal Chen Pingan."
Chen Ping'an looked helpless, "What annoys you smart people the most is that dealing with them is tiring."
Liu Mao said nothing and looked at Chen Jianxian with a smile.
Chen Pingan stretched out a palm, indicating that Liu Mao could speak freely.
Liu Mao sat down again.
Now that the matter has come to this point, there is nothing to hide. Liu Mao starts to talk about Fei Ran’s plan. Liu Mao talks in great detail. It’s not that Liu Mao did this intentionally, but Fei Ran even helped the Longzhou Taoist figure out the big plan.
There are dozens of details, big and small, just how to place certain "thoughts" and where to put them to prevent the "inquiry" of a certain Upper Five Realm Immortal or Academy Sage, and Fei Ran clearly told Liu Mao that once he was tricked,
The magic power forced him to "open the mountain", and Liu Mao died. Chen Ping'an was eye-opening after hearing this.
Chen Ping'an kept listening attentively, but just interrupted, "Liu Mao, have you ever thought about one thing? For example, the Chinese Confucian Temple will not doubt me at all."
Before Liu Mao could speak, Chen Ping'an said again: "But this is the power of Fei Ran. Don't worry, I will wait for you to finish speaking and then I will tell you the truth. Anyway, when it comes to calculating people's hearts, our Fei Ran
Sword Immortal is indeed several levels higher than you."
Liu Mao continued the previous topic. Basically, Queen Daquan Yao Jinzhi, together with the feudal king Liu Cong, sent Shen Guogong Gao Shizhen to be responsible for secretly connecting with the nearby Zhaoping Peak Demon Clan Sword Immortal, Guiyouzhang Feoran, and then colluded with the garrison.
The Wuzi military camp in the capital of the Southern Qi Dynasty reached an alliance at Taoyedu. The two tokens of the agreement were the imperial seal of the Daquan Liu family and the seal of Wenhai Zhoumi's collection of books.
The holder of the seal, the swordsman in blue shirt who was rafting alone in Taoye Ferry, was named Chen Ping'an. As early as twenty years ago, this person had begun secretly laying the groundwork for this plan.
As the head of the Yao family, Yao Zhen, the Minister of War, spared no effort to use 160,000 Daquan Liu family's elite cavalry and 310,000 local garrison soldiers to die in battle, temporarily winning the hearts and minds of the military and the people for the family, which was what Yao Jinzhi had to pay to become emperor.
The price, in return, will be a stepping stone for the Yao family to usurp the throne. An intact Mirage City will be used as a Taoist viewing place for Zhou Qinggao, a close disciple of Wenhai Zhoumi, and at the same time, the Mirage City will become a setting in the wild world.
One of the accompanying capitals of Tongyezhou.
Chen Pingan nodded and praised: "If I really want to do it for you, I will be covered in yellow mud. What a good brother Feiran. Fortunately, I was so polite to him back then, so he wants to meet me again."
The Zhongtu Confucian Temple is a young man who comes from the lineage of literary saints. He is dedicated to informing the world and explaining and clarifying? Just explain.
From the master to the disciples, aren't the lineages of the Literary Saints, all alone, able to turn the world upside down? During the war, the lineage of the Yashengs, headed by Chen Chun'an, a mellow scholar from Nanposu Island, received mixed praise and praise, so the major colleges and universities of the major academies were
Doesn't the dynasty want to restore the Wen Sage's position in the Confucian Temple, and his position should be higher than that of the sub-sage? Doesn't it want to spread the merits and knowledge all over the world? Dare you? As long as you are a thoughtful person, won't you inevitably think a little more? Refund ten thousand
Bu said, is it easier to investigate the truth than to watch the commotion? Especially for Chen Pingan, every move he makes in the future will be a kind of disturbance that attracts attention. Not to mention establishing a sect, especially the site selection of the next sect.
Tongyezhou is here.
So for Chen Ping'an, the only difference in this transaction is loss or loss.
The most disturbing thing about this move is that it doesn't matter if the husband doesn't matter, the left or right of the senior brother doesn't matter, and the third senior brother Liu Shiliu doesn't matter either.
But the one who has the most to say is precisely Chen Pingan, who most hopes that the literary sage lineage can spread. And once Chen Pingan has something to say or does something for it, it will affect the entire cultural context.
, ranging from my husband and senior brother to the entire Luopo Mountain and everyone in the Jise Peak Ancestral Hall.
This will even involve the Ascension City of Haoran Tianxia and the fifth world, and will trigger an undercurrent of the third and fourth disputes again.
In short, Feiran lost nothing in this dispensable transaction. If Mr. Yin Guan really manages to return to Haoran World alive, the amount of losses he will suffer will all depend on Chen Ping'an's luck and good fortune.
Therefore, Fei Ran, who has long returned to the wild world, will definitely not lose in this "Quest for Sword".
Chen Ping'an suddenly asked: "At Taoye Ferry, except for Liu Cong and Gao Shizhen, there were no outsiders from the Daquan Dynasty?"
Liu Mao shook his head and couldn't help laughing, "Even if there is, Feiran won't tell you."
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "It makes sense."
Liu Mao said: "As for the book seal and the imperial seal, I don't know where they are hidden now."
Chen Pingan's feet landed on the ground, holding the seal of the book? Feiran, you are a swordsman, so arty, could you be imitating yourself?
Chen Pingan walked to the bookshelf again. He had been practicing calligraphy casually before, but had no results. However, Chen Pingan was hesitant at the moment. The previous books of "He Guanzi" totaled more than ten chapters. Chen Pingan had long been familiar with the contents of the books.
In addition to the measurement chapter, especially the tenth chapter of Na Taihong, which talks about "heaven, earth, and human affairs, the three are one", Chen Ping'an has repeatedly recited it on the Great Wall of Sword Qi because its purpose is similar to that of the Lu family of the Yin and Yang family in the Middle Earth Divine Continent.
There is some overlap. But Chen Ping'an's favorite article has the least number of words, only one hundred and three.
Fifteen characters, the title of the chapter is "Night Journey".
After returning home, on Jiang Shangzhen's Yunzhou ferry, Chen Ping'an even carved the complete seal on the bamboo slips.
The reason why Chen Ping'an hesitated was that he suddenly remembered that when the book opened its pages earlier, he found that in the narration of the night travel chapter of this book, there was a personal seal printed in flower and bird seal script, "Wanderers holding candles at night, be careful.
"Fire Candle Hands".
At that time, Chen Ping'an mistakenly thought it was the seal of Liu Mao or a previous book collector, so he didn't pay too much attention to it. Instead, he felt that the seal script of this seal could be used for reference in the future.
Chen Pingan took out the book, turned to the Night Journey, and thought about it slowly.
This is not a dead end, not even a question-and-answer game. Because Chen Pingan broke the game too easily.
If it was really Cui Chan's handiwork, it would not be Taoist Longzhou who has obvious clues.
To be precise, it was more like a parting gift given to Master Yin Guan by Fei Ran, a fellow member of the same profession, before he left the vast world and returned to his hometown.
Putting himself in the same situation, Chen Ping'an felt that he would also come to Feiran to "take the wind and wash away the dust", and he would not pay for the disgusting person.
Feiran was obviously betting that Chen Ping'an would go straight to Luopo Mountain in Aquarius Island as soon as he returned home. Feiran also didn't expect that the Confucian Temple would ban the Shanshui Di newspaper, otherwise Liu Mao would have established himself in an invincible position by walking around the mountain to find out the news.
Not only can he survive, but he will even be protected by Dafu Academy. Until the truth comes out, Liu Mao will have no worries about his life. He will stretch his neck to be killed by Yao Jinzhi, and Daquan girl Didu will not dare to use the knife. But Liu Mao will be killed after all.
He underestimated Fei Ran's calculations, so he still didn't know that Chen Pingan was the last hidden official of the Sword Qi Great Wall, and it was even less clear that Chen Pingan was a closed disciple of the Wen Sheng lineage.
Naturally, Feiran didn't want Chen Pingan's life. Maybe he didn't want to, maybe he really wanted to, but unfortunately he couldn't do it. So Feiran just used Haoran's popularity in the world to use a "name" to target Chen Pingan. Tong. Yezhou, all the restored dynasties that were jealous of Daquan, as well as within the Daquan dynasty, both the government and the public, all the scholars who were dissatisfied with the Empress Yao, as well as Haoran Jiuzhou, all the mountain monks in the world who were not too big to watch the excitement, and even The Confucian disciples of the Yasheng lineage will intentionally or unintentionally add fuel to the flames.
Chen Pingan put his fingers against the seal and gently wiped away the traces. Chen Pingan rubbed his fingers.
There was a gust of breeze, and a series of words appeared on the scraps of ink pad. Each word disappeared as soon as it appeared. Even if Chen Pingan resurrected the caged bird in an instant, he still could not save the words. It was obvious that Fei Ruan used his own secret. Technique, and the sword energy is contained in it. Liu Mao has been imprisoned by Chen Ping'an, so he cannot read a word. These words are almost a letter.
The opening text is very warm, "Master Yin Guan, I have not seen you for many years, and I miss you very much."
Then there was some murderous intent, "To be able to see this letter, Mr. Yin Guan is a genius and well deserved. The thing that makes me admire even more is that with the height of Mr. Yin Guan's current level, he is still willing to stand up to his knees in the water. The shallow muddy pond, he is very patient, he is aware of the slightest things, and he remains cautious. Fei Ran hereby sincerely wishes Luo Luo Shanxia Sect to choose the location of Tongyezhou, and the opening of the business will be successful."
"I revisited your old place before, and I had a strong feeling that things are right and people are wrong. You and I, fellow travelers, are all travelers from far away places, and it is inevitable that things will hurt the same kind. Therefore, when I said goodbye, I specially left a letter. In the pages of the book, there is a secret The official left a priceless book seal, and Liu Mao just kept it for him. He took it for himself as an apology, which is not respectful. As for where the jade seal passed down from the country is hidden, with the intelligence of the official Yin, it should not be It’s hard to guess that somewhere in the soul of the vassal king Liu Cong, I won’t pretend to be mysterious here.”
The penultimate sentence is, "I am Jiashenzhang Geta. I hope that in the future I can cross-examine Lord Yin Guan again in the wild world."
A seal emerged slowly from the Night Walk, as if out of water. As if worried that Chen Ping'an wouldn't touch it, the seal began to rotate on its own so that Lord Yin Guan could see the seal characters clearly.
Chen Pingan glanced at the seal, his expression gloomy.
There are many seal scripts in the margin: I accumulated three million scrolls in my hand, and I entertained myself in the cold weather. He feasted on the immortal characters all his life, and he is not in vain to be a silverfish in this life.
The bottom line is "A hungry old bookworm".
Damn it, that Wen Hai Zhou Mi, who claims to have a collection of three million books, has a private collection of books!
The last sentence of this letter is a bit inexplicable, "Those who hold candles to light up the road at night for others can easily injure their own hands. This has been true since ancient times. What a sad gentleman. The same is true for those who hold seals today. Lord Yin Guan, be careful of flying swords. Three, Two, one.”
It rained heavily at Tiangong Temple.
Gao Shizhen looked down at the big word "disease" on the paper and wiped it out horizontally with an extremely fine-tip pen, which made it look very powerful.
Gao Shizhen sighed and said softly: "Back then, when I was seeking revenge on that mountain with that young man, why did you never try to hide it? That's all. Later, at Taoye Ferry, the swordsman in blue shirt was alone. The fact that I look at you with admiration and seem to be a little wary only confirms what I think in my heart, you are definitely not a martial artist in the Golden Body Realm, so I have actually been very resentful towards you all these years."
The old man raised his hand and rubbed his thin cheek, "I'm just angry. I know that if I talk about it, acting like a three-year-old child will not only be useless, but will also cause bad things, so I endure it. You can't be empty-handed, except for yourself."
There is nothing left in the ancestral mansion, and in the end, I have lost an old friend who I can talk to about my concerns."
Pei Wenyue nodded and said: "I can see it. I have been waiting for the master to ask this question all these years."
Gao Shizhen raised his head and asked with great interest: "What's the answer?"
Finally, the old housekeeper said, "There's nothing to say."
The old man was stunned for a long time, laughed loudly, and actually stopped asking about the matter. He was a little sad and said, "I remember the first time we met, it was at Tiangong Temple. You and I were still young at that time. Now I am old
Yes, what about you?"
Pei Wenyue said: "It's hard to say. There are different opinions on the mountain and the mountain. Now I am at the foot of the mountain."
Gao Shizhen nodded, raised his pen, and dipped it lightly in ink.
◇ The old housekeeper thought for a while, glanced out the window, frowned slightly, and then said: "There is an old saying that if a person walks too much at night, he will easily bump into ghosts. So besides walking carefully, does a person follow the rules? Do you understand?
Etiquette and whether you stick to the bottom line is more important. These empty principles sound like they are floating around like ghosts, but they will take root at a moment and save your own life without even realizing it. For example
Back in the mountains, if that young man didn't know how to accept the situation when it was good, and was determined to eradicate the weeds and kill all the Dukes of the country, he would have died. Even if one of his senior brothers was here, as long as he was thousands of miles away, he would still be saved.
Can't reach him."
Gao Shi was really surprised. He rolled up his sleeves with one hand and was about to write down the scriptures. He raised his head and said, "Old Pei, how can a person like you be willing to stay with the current people in a small government palace?"
The old housekeeper replied: "I was on a long trip, and I had to fulfill an agreement with someone else near Mirage City. I didn't know how long I had to wait at the time, and I had to find a place to stay. In those days, the Duke of Guo
I am in a high position, young and have a Buddha mind, so I took refuge in him."
Gao Shizhen burst out laughing, "Do I have a Buddha's heart? Lao Pei, Lao Pei, when did you learn to tell jokes?"
The old housekeeper shook his head, "A prince who loves food has never suffered anything in his life. When I met you, you were at a high-spirited age, but you could always treat people as human beings. In my opinion, you are
Buddha's heart. Just because you don't care about some things, I think it is natural and right. Naturally, outsiders think it is valuable. So over the years, I have quietly blocked many... ghosts on the road at night for you. But there is no need to talk to you.
Having said this, it is just an indefinite meditation, tied to the boat. I may need to leave the Duke's Mansion for this, and I am always more afraid of trouble."
Gao Shizhen said doubtfully: "Lao Pei, you are not a pure martial artist, but a hidden Qi practitioner, right?"
The old butler twitched his lips for the first time, as if smiling knowingly, and gave an answer, "I actually use a sword, and my swordsmanship is not bad."
Gao Shizhen asked: "Are there five supreme realms?"
The old housekeeper still spoke vaguely, "This is a vulgar question, sir."
Gao Shizhen was full of energy, "Are you a swordsman?"
The old housekeeper shook his head and said: "A person who uses swords travels in rivers and lakes, just a swordsman. In fact, I am not a mountain person."
Gao Shi really knew that this old Pei was destined not to reveal his identity, so he turned to ask: "Yao Jinzhi has no spiritual practice, how can he be so good at keeping his appearance?"
The old housekeeper said: "Her aunt, Jiuniang, who used to be an innkeeper at the border, is actually Mrs. Huansha, a nine-tailed sky fox, and Jiuniang's most fundamental tail is actually Yao Jinzhi."
Gao Shizhen suddenly realized, "In this way, her and Aquarius Island's credit are both a statement from the Chinese Confucian Temple."
The old housekeeper suddenly stood up, opened the door, picked up the oil-paper umbrella, and seemed to be going out.
It's just that the old man holding an umbrella, whose pseudonym is Pei Wenyue, just stood at the door, looking through the rain curtain in the direction of Mirage City.
It seems that something happened in Mirage City, which made Pei Wenyue temporarily change his mind, "The things I promised someone to do were actually two things. One of them was to secretly protect Yao Jinzhi and help her proclaim herself emperor."
, becoming the only empress in the world today. Why this person is like this, he himself knows, probably even God knows. As for the fate of the Daquan Liu family, I have no control. Even the children of the Yao family except her,
Ups and downs, I am still the same old man, my destiny is determined by nature, and I seek my own blessings. I will not interfere in the slightest. Otherwise, I will think that a knife sharpener with a golden body and a martial artist, plus a river god with a broken golden body,
Could you really have protected Yao Jinzhi back then?"
Pei Wenyue, who had her back to Shen Guogong, shook her head, "Even if Yao Jinzhi actually had a back-up plan and was closely related to the Yu Guizong, she was still young at that time, her character was not strong enough, and her skills were not ruthless enough.
Liu Mao, who was waiting for an opportunity, was behind. When I was at Taoye Ferry, I accompanied the master to see that... Chen Yin. He had a few words with me from his heart. I promised him one thing, he would protect me.
Living in Mirage City and the Yao family, I bet on whether a certain person in the future will be superfluous and cause trouble. Now it seems that a person is too smart, and sure enough... he is sick. Of course, these are all Chen Yin's calculations
, I don’t think it’s the so-called superfluous thing. But to me, it doesn’t matter, it’s not killing people anyway.”
Gao Shizhen's face changed slightly.
No wonder Liu Mao did not cooperate inside and outside during the torrential rain that year, but chose to stand by and watch. At first, Gao Shizhen thought Liu Mao was the lesser of two evils between his brothers Liu Cong and Yao Jinzhi, and Liu Mao was worried
Even if Fulong succeeds and falls into the hands of Liu Cong afterwards, the end will not be much better, so he chose the latter. Now it seems that the time has not come yet?
Pei Wenyue looked indifferent, but what she said next caused the chicken pen in the old man's hand to accidentally drop a drop of ink on the paper, "It's easy to bump into ghosts when you walk at night. The reason why the old saying is old is,
That makes a lot of sense. The master is not wrong. Once her throne is in jeopardy because of Duke Shen's palace, and she cannot sit firmly in that position, you will die, let alone the sneaky Liu Mao.
But in the Duke's Mansion, there is still the Duke Gao Shizhen, who is unaware of the situation. In the Taoist temple, there will still be Liu Mao, who is obsessed with alchemy and immortality. One day when you two die, I will leave the mirage.
City, change the place and guard the second thing."
The old housekeeper shook his head and said with a smile: "Liu Mao, whether he is a prince or a vassal king, for so many years, he has only seen the master and the young man. As a living person like me, I am the chief steward of the Duke's Mansion after all.
, he is also a golden body warrior on the surface, and the confidant of two generations of princes. He still either pretends not to see it, or sees it, it is better not to see it. I don’t know such a waste, except for his ability to reincarnate.
, what great things can he accomplish? That Chen Yin chose Liu Mao, I am afraid he did it deliberately. Today's young people are really smarter than the other, and their scheming is terrible. "
Gao Shizhen raised his head and tried his best to look at the increasingly unfamiliar old housekeeper with the help of the lamp on the table. He only saw an obscure figure from behind.
Even if Pei Wenyue opened the door, there was still no wind or rain falling into the house.
The old man who has never smiled all year round, before getting up tonight, always sat upright without any arrogance. His breath was calm and his expression was calm. Even if he was standing at the door now, he still seemed to be doing household chores. He came from a well-off family.
In a wealthy family in the city, a loyal old slave was talking to his master about a certain kid from the neighbor's house next door who had no future and was looked down upon.
Gao Shizhen suddenly felt relieved and said with a smile: "Strong people are good at cautious recognition, while weak people like to deny blindly."
The old butler nodded, "What I said is quite right. All the smart and self-righteous people in the world like to kill ten thousand for fun."
Gao Shizhen hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, and asked in a deep voice: "Lao Pei, can you let me meet that young man again?"
The old housekeeper shook his head and said: "If you give me more advice, I'd better give up on this idea."
Gao Shizhen's face turned pale, "Why?"
"He is not someone who likes to seek death. Even if you meet him, sir, it will be meaningless."
The old man surnamed Pei said: "That young man grew up very fast, and now he has become the ghost that many people walk at night. If you are lucky, you will pass by each other. If you are not lucky, you will bump into a ghost. For example
Liu Mao tonight."
The biggest protector of the Tao in the world is, after all, each Taoist himself. Not only does he protect the Tao the most, he also protects the Tao the longest. In addition to the Taoist heart, there are many things in life.
It is difficult for gods to save those who seek death.
Gao Shizhen still stared at the back of the old housekeeper.
The old man said: "There is something I forgot to say. That young man has a normal heart longer than you, sir. Let me put it bluntly. What the swordsman killed with his sword was the ghost in the heart of the man, not a simple person.
Or ghost, if you practice like this, the avenue is too small, and your swordsmanship will naturally not be much higher. It's just..."
It's just that Pei Wenyue said half of the words and stopped talking.
At this moment, Gao Shizhen looked out the window blankly, "Lao Pei, you seem to have something to do, can you tell me? Can you tell me, if you break the rules, just pretend that I didn't ask."
"You can talk."
The old housekeeper nodded and said: "I am waiting for one of my anonymous disciples to return to Mirage City, and then as agreed, I will teach him all the swordsmanship I have learned."
"That handsome foreign nobleman back then?"
"Just say it's a boy or a girl. The child is really good-looking."
"If I remember correctly, when I was at my house, I couldn't stand on my feet as soon as I climbed up to a high place and looked far away? How can such a person learn swordsmanship from you? By the way, is that young man named Lu a boy or a girl?
"
"Hard to say."
When Gao Shizhen heard these two words, he looked helpless and shook his head, "You mountain people, what on earth is going on."
"One of that guy's masters can probably answer this question."
"I probably can't wait any longer."
The old housekeeper said nothing and just nodded.
The monks on the mountain are taking a nap in seclusion, while the children in the world below may have turned gray.
Gao Shizhen suddenly noticed that the old housekeeper raised the hand holding the umbrella and wiped it gently. In the end, only a section of the umbrella handle was left in the oil-paper umbrella.
Gao Shizhen stood up, came to the door of the house, and asked softly: "What is this?"
Pei Wenyue said: "Pass the sword."
The rain curtain remains the same, the temple remains the same, the capital remains the same, the Taoist temple remains the same, nothing is different.
In the side room of Huanghuaguan, Chen Pingan sacrificed the bird in the cage and the moon in the well at the same time, and moved sideways at the same time, knocking open the chair where Liu Mao was sitting.
Then Chen Ping'an tilted slightly, and his whole body was instantly pierced by a sword through his abdomen and hit the wall.
Chen Ping'an had no expression on his face, and when he pulled out the sword, it turned out to be just an umbrella handle.
There was no need for Chen Ping'an to use his sword energy or fist to shatter it into pieces. The long sword with the umbrella handle dissipated on its own and turned into powder.
Chen Ping'an's figure flashed, following a trace of sword energy, he retreated into the mountains and rivers, and as fast as thunder, he went straight to the Tiangong Temple outside the capital.
Before Chen Ping'an rushed to the temple, a young man in white had already broken through the rain curtain and arrived in an instant. He said angrily: "I finally found you, Pei Min! Well, well, well, you are worthy of being one of the three great talents of the past.
Byakuya’s half sword master!”
The old housekeeper whose pseudonym was Pei Wenyue looked at the young man in white, who had already taken a few steps forward, walked out of the house, and cut off the world. He shook his head and said: "It's only half, not to mention that a person is better than a person who is good at it."
Cui Dongshan jumped up and spat, "Why don't I come and die?? Huh? Yeah? Oh? Old bastard, you dare to sneak attack on my husband, you are so tired of living, damn, don't you know who my uncle is?
Zuo Dajianxian, who has been looking for you at sea for a hundred years! I don’t know who my uncle is, Liu Shiliu! Bai Ye’s best friend! Kneel down and kowtow to admit your mistake..."
The old Huang Li of the Haoran world once had three unique skills, Zou Zi's arithmetic, Tianshi Taoism, and Pei Min's swordsmanship. Except for the Longhu Mountain Tianshi Mansion, which still relies on the Taoism of the great Tianshi masters of the past dynasties, it still stands on the top of the Haoran Mountain.
, has long since disappeared.
Cui Dongshan suddenly shut up and looked complicated.
The gentleman has already refined the gray robe of Lord Long as a scabbard, and the sword hidden in the scabbard is made from the sharpest tip of Taibai, one of the four great immortal swords, into a long sword.
Reciprocity of courtesy also breaks the other person's small world.
A sword broke the sky, and asked Pei Min directly.