Seven hundred and sixtieth chapters on the peak of Ji color
Song Jixin stood for a while, then turned around and left silently. As he said himself, the two peers who had been neighbors in Mubo Alley for many years did not actually have much to talk about. They had disliked each other since they were children and had never been together.
Man. It's just that neither of them thought that there was once only a courtyard wall between them, an "illegitimate son of an inspector" who endorsed loudly, and a kiln worker's apprentice who pricked up his ears to eavesdrop on the sound of reading. Earlier, one was
A young man with no worries about food and clothing, with maids around to take care of the housework, and a mud-legged man with straw sandals who is often hungry and occasionally helps carry water, will become a powerful vassal king of Haoran's second dynasty, and a hidden official of the Great Sword Qi Wall.
grown ups.
Song Jixin couldn't help but look up at the sky. He wondered if the sunshine and moonlight that once shone on Mud Bottle Lane would make him feel that his journey to this world was worthwhile.
Song Jixin walked slowly and said goodbye to Chen Pingan without saying goodbye. Originally, he was like a barnyard grass growing in a rice field. Passers-by would not take a second look at it, but because of their relationship as neighbors, they had been dealing with each other for about ten years.
, All his childhood and youth were spent on that house and that narrow alley. Song Jixin was really tired of looking at it. To this day, as things have come to this day, he has gradually become aware of the grass in the grass since he was a child.
What does it have to do with him?
Unexpectedly, after Chen Pingan stood up with a long bow, he called out to Song Jixin. Song Jixin turned around and asked, "Is something wrong?"
Chen Ping'an walked to him and said, "Is there any room for pilgrims to stay at Dadu Temple? If so, please help me get one."
Go on your own and hurry up. Jiang Shangzhen's Yunzhou ferry will probably not arrive at the Xianjia Ferry, Chunfeng Ferry, near the capital of Dali until noon tomorrow at the earliest.
Song Jixin nodded and said: "For the sake of a brand-new booklet in the old Longcheng lord's residence, I will help you open this door."
The battlefield of Old Dragon City once suffered a heavy casualty due to a group of weird monster monks. The Secretary General of the Great Li Domain went through countless secret archives of the Great Li, but failed to find out the opponent's roots. Finally, with the help of a book
The identity of the 'Nightmare' and the 'Face Stealer' were quickly discovered in the booklet without recording the source, which was able to turn the tide of the war. Otherwise, the battle damage to the Dali monks would have been great. Later, the lord Song Mu of the feudal lord passed down the booklet.
, Thousands of copies were printed in Laolongcheng on the same day, and they were widely circulated. Almost every monk on the mountain who participated in the war in Laolongcheng had a copy.
Later, with the help of this booklet, which detailedly recorded more than a hundred kinds of monsters and monks from the side sect, various continents found many cunning monsters hiding in the mountains and markets. This unnamed book was praised by later generations of monks as "Soushanlu"
, compared with the earlier "Soushan Tu", of course it is still not comparable, but it can fill in the gaps for the latter.
Chen Ping'an just pretended that he didn't know what the book was.
Song Jixin looked at this expressionless former neighbor, probably because his appearance looked too much like his childhood, so he couldn't help but get angry, and habitually insisted on saying a few more words, and said with a smile:
"It seems that every time I chat with you, my face is so expressionless, with dead fish eyes, stuffy gourd, and I can't beat you with a few sticks..."
Perhaps sensing the limit of the other party's patience, Song Jixin changed his subject, smiled a little more sincerely, and said: "But you are lucky. According to the old people in the nearby alleys, your temperament is like your father's, and your appearance is like your mother's."
.Also, regarding the matter of Songshan God in Luolu Mountain, before the mountain god's temple was relocated, Weishan Jun never made it difficult for him. In the end, he gave Qidun Mountain this geomantic treasure land and asked Songshan God to rebuild the temple. Just treat it as if I owe you again.
It's a favor. As for whether Chen Ping'an recognizes it and whether he wants to ask for it in the future, it's all your business. Anyway, Song Mu appreciates it."
Chen Ping'an said: "If I had learned how to behave earlier, I wouldn't have been beaten."
Song Jixin subconsciously stretched out his hand and rubbed his neck, "Don't say it so lightly, I almost strangled you to death, okay? I did not do it honestly in that matter, and I would like to apologize to you now."
I know you are the most vindictive person, so we have agreed that we will settle this old debt."
Song Jixin once made up a random Feng Shui theory and tricked Chen Pingan into working as an apprentice in a dragon kiln to make a living, causing Chen Pingan to break an oath. Then after letting Chen Pingan know the truth, he almost strangled Song Jixin to death in Mud Bottle Alley.
, a dark-skinned and lean young man, with a body as thin as a bamboo pole, but surprisingly strong, pampered and pampered like a noble son, Song Jixin went through hell. After that, he was actually unhappy for many years. But looking back,
, even if Chen Ping'an was determined to kill him back then, he would definitely not die, because the dead soldier of the Dali spy who was responsible for keeping an eye on the Mud Bottle Lane was actually secretly watching that scene. In the powerful country of Dali,
Before the water rose, before the emperor's uncle Song Changjing took him to the covered bridge to offer incense, in the early years the genealogy of the clan was first changed from "Song He" to "Song Mu", and then the name of Song Jixin was erased.
It is absolutely impossible to die.
Chen Ping'an nodded and said: "You and I have no vengeance to begin with. It would be best if we clear things up."
Song Jixin hesitated for a moment and asked, "Then how do you and Dali settle?"
Chen Pingan said: "There are gods three feet above your head, and every step under your feet is in order."
Song Jixin laughed it off and took Chen Ping'an to find the Miao Zhu and told him about his friend on the mountain who planned to stay for a night. Of course Miao Zhu did not dare to say no to a vassal king. The pilgrim's house in the temple
No matter how tight the house is, if you think of ways, you can still free up a few rooms.
Today's Jidu Miao Zhu is a Qi practitioner who studied in the Cliff Academy of Da Li in his early years. He is a hundred years old and still in good spirits. A monk in the Longmen Realm, he is considered to be the earliest group of scholars studying in the Cliff Academy of Da Li. The old man is not Da Li.
Ren family, so he took the initiative to study in Dali back then, which made him very unique. During those years, Northern Dali was still a recognized barbarian land in the continent, and the local literary giants of the Dali Dynasty were at that time
He was famously modest, and was proud to be able to sing poems with scholars from the Lu Dynasty and the Great Sui Dynasty. He wrote many letters but received very few replies. Even though he had the embroidered tiger Cui Cheng in his own family, and the head of the academy Qi Jingchun, he still did not want to be with him.
How to deal with the two people in this article? There were many widely praised sayings among the literary circles at that time. For example, the sunset scene of Lushi Mountain and River was the best in the north of the continent. The half moon of the Great Sui Dynasty was even better than the full moon of the Great Li Dynasty.
…
Fortunately, the hoofbeats of the horses of the Great Li Iron Cavalry were loud. These literate sayings were that the wind and sand at the border were strong, and the horses' hoofs stepped on them, and the wind blew them away.
After getting the exact answer from the temple, Song Jixin turned to look at Chen Ping'an, and asked with a smile: "Then I won't care about you? If you really need something, tell me now, and then I want to go to the Dufan Mansion to find someone.
, you have to follow the rules on the mountain. How about it, is there anything else you want to talk about?"
Chen Ping'an first bowed to the temple blessing to express his gratitude, and smiled at Song Jixin, "Since you talked a lot about Mud Bottle Alley, I have nothing to talk about with you."
Song Jixin didn't mind whether there would be loss of face if an outsider was present, and joked with Chen Ping'an: "A few night banquets have greatly damaged my personal wallet. So you will give me a gift at that celebration."
I won’t go.”
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "It doesn't matter if you can't come. I can't miss the gift of accompanying you to the feudal lord's residence."
Song Jixin shook his head, "I'm still obsessed with money."
Chen Ping'an said: "You, a person who makes a clang in your pocket, can't talk about this kind of thing to me."
Miao Zhu was greatly shocked. He really didn't know who this unfamiliar-looking swordsman in blue was. He was lucky enough to be so familiar with the vassal king Song Mu. It sounded like he was not an ordinary Wuji. Could it be Li?
A certain "fellow fellow" over at Zhudongtian? For example, Jidu's first temple blessing, Lin Shouyi, had a personal friendship with the vassal king as classmates. They talked and chatted without being too official. It's just that Lin Miaozhu spoke, and he didn't talk anymore.
Taboo, still not as casual as the man in front of me.
Song Mu came to Dadu Temple to burn incense only a handful of times, not once in three years. Every time, he liked to visit privately incognito and did not like to make a show. In the entire Aquarius Continent, the vassal king who was under one person and outnumbered ten thousand people, unexpectedly showed up today
It is even more unprecedented to help people ask for a house in person.
Nowadays, the situation in the Dali Temple is delicate. His Majesty the Emperor's many measures are very popular in the mountains and down the mountains. The vassal courts of various countries who are busy revising official histories all praise him as the emperor of the ages. But in fact, everyone knows it well. He is always on the battlefield.
The relationship between the first-line vassal king Song Mu and the immortal master on the mountain is even better, especially the relationship between Song Mu and the Great Li cavalry.
There is also a rumor that Emperor Song He is a disciple of Xiuhu Cui Chan, and the vassal king Song Mu is a student of Qi Jingchun. However, the behavior style of these two brothers seems to be exactly the opposite of the two gentlemen. Emperor Song He let
Across the country, mountains and rivers are like a spring breeze. The vassal king Song Mu is decisive in the war. After sitting in the capital for many years, he is still iron-fisted and resolute. The king of Zhongyue Mountain, Jin Qing, once violated a taboo. It was just an order from the vassal residence, and a big mountain was killed.
You personally came to the temple to apologize, so much so that there was a saying that "mountains and waters bow their heads".
Miao Zhu didn't dare to stay long, so he told the house address, gave him a key, and left.
Song Jixin said: "Let's go."
I don't expect Chen Ping'an to send him all the way.
Unexpectedly, Chen Pingan said: "Send you to the door."
Song Jixin looked flattered, "The sun is rising in the west?"
Chen Pingan said: "For the sake of you not disappointing Mr. Qi."
Song Jixin rolled his eyes and said, "No, I'll forgive you."
But Chen Ping'an said angrily: "If I don't send it, you can't ask for it. If I want to send it, I can't stop it."
Song Jixin shook his sleeves, and finally put his hands around them, looking at this guy with a smile, "It's not like you to be so sharp."
Chen Pingan reached around his back and took off the long sword he was carrying.
Song Jixin was shocked, and he yelled: "What the hell are you going to do? Chen Ping'an, if you want to fight, don't bully others."
Chen Pingan glanced sideways at the King of the Great Li Domain. He held the sword in his hand and hung it on his waist. He hesitated slightly and did not hang it on the left side. He changed the position to the right side.
This seemingly superfluous action made Song Jixin's eyelids tremble. Damn it, Chen Pingan was a left-hander that was not easy to notice! Many times in those days, for example, when Chen Pingan was sitting at the door pulling blanks with both hands, even Song Jixin
Everyone will forget about it.
Chen Ping'an said: "Ma Kuxuan is still at the Dadu River. I'll go find him. I can't do anything wrong with you."
Song Jixin immediately took out a golden messenger talisman from his sleeve and said with a smile: "Then you two have a good chat and reminisce about the past. Don't worry, I'm here to accompany you and I will never interfere with your discussion."
Chen Ping'an said: "Don't be nervous, I'm just saying hello, I can't start a fight. You don't need to deliberately remind the Taoist immortal on the top of the city."
Song Jixin frowned and said: "You are watching the mountains and rivers in the palm of your hand, have you listened to all our words?"
Chen Ping'an shook his head and said: "I saw it but didn't listen. The vassal king has a lot of face."
Song Jixin regained his smile and put away the talisman.
The two walked side by side.
Chen Ping'an said: "You are just as virtuous as before, and you like to turn against others."
Song Jixin laughed angrily and said, "Chen Ping'an, that's about it. You said a lot of weird things today, and I'm still putting up with it."
Chen Pingan said: "I have listened to your weird words for nearly ten years, and I don't think you are tolerant. But in the end, to be honest, you are just a quarrel, and your ability to quarrel is limited to
I am showing off my power here, but I can’t compare to those masters.”
Song Jixin was not annoyed at all, but laughed loudly. He accidentally raised his voice a little loudly, and received an elbow from Chen Pingan, which made Song Jixin grimace in pain.
Gu Can’s mother in Ni Ping Lane, Li Huai’s mother in the west of the town, the old woman in Xinghua Lane, and Huang Erniang, a wine seller in the town.
These four great masters can probably be regarded as the masters of the simple folk customs in their hometown and small towns. They are the seniors. Gu Can, Li Huai, Song Jixin, Ma Kuxuan, and Chen Pingan are probably the juniors on this path...
When the younger generation of Lizhu Dongtian left their hometown one after another, many outsiders had experienced the skill of these young people.
Song Jixin rubbed his ribs and said with emotion: "I miss you very much."
Chen Ping'an hesitated for a moment, and then said: "It's not time to remember the bitterness and sweetness, the fighting on Yangguan Avenue is nothing more than to survive and fight, to die or to live. After that, on the night road, the higher you go, the harder it becomes.
It's not easy to leave, so take your time. Over in the capital, there is Liu Qingfeng in front of you, and Zhao Yao behind you. One is very powerful, and the other is very familiar with you. No matter what, remember to pave an escape route for yourself first. As for whether the retreat is up or down.
Just go back, it's just a way out."
Song Jixin hummed, nodded slightly, suddenly turned his head, and asked softly: "How about that?"
Chen Pingan shook his head, "No need. I don't even recognize you after leaving the temple."
Why don't you, Chen Ping'an, be the new Imperial Master of Great Li?
Forget it, I, Chen Ping'an, don't know the vassal king Song Mu. Today I was just in the ancestral temple to exchange a few words on my mind with Song Jixin, one of Mr. Qi's disciples and an unpleasant neighbor.
After all, they have been neighbors for many years, and they are asking questions like riddles, but both parties know it well.
Song Jixin, however, was in high spirits. He reached out and grabbed Chen Ping'an's arm and said in a low voice: "Don't worry, I can wait!"
Chen Ping'an's arm shook slightly, and he flicked Song Jixin's arm away, "This stinky habit of being greedy for greatness and seeking perfection will be corrected in the future."
Arriving at the entrance of the temple, just one step away from crossing the threshold, Song Jixin suddenly said: "Remember to separate public and private affairs, and don't give others any chance."
Chen Ping'an's right thumb has quietly pressed against the hilt of the sword, "Don't forget that it's your right hand that's fragrant and your left foot that's moving."
Song Jixin smiled and stepped over the threshold with his left foot and walked out of Jidu Temple. After descending the steps, he turned around and looked at the couplet.
Chen Ping'an was exactly the same, standing side by side with Song Jixin again.
Song Jixin asked: "As for the blank plaque, do you have any ideas? If you do, I can do it quietly and without leakage."
Chen Pingan remained silent.
Song Jixin said softly: "Everyone on the top of the mountain in each continent actually knows who the person worshiped by Jidu is, and they all know that the statue in the main hall is just a decoration. I believe that someone will soon make suggestions to Dali and replace it with something more beautiful."
Zhigui is worthy of her name. After all, she is the only real dragon in the world. As for Zhigui’s temper, you know very well that she will definitely not refuse. She even thinks it is natural. The key here is that Zhigui is somewhat unwilling to let others
She wants to get involved in the Jidu Temple, and of course she has selfish motives for being angry with Mr. Qi. I can’t reason with her. By that time, His Majesty the Emperor will probably nod his head after he shirks it once or twice. Having said that, you
It was actually the right thing to resolve the contract with Zhigui early and not to earn a share of the water transport. The benefits are huge, but the consequences are not small."
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "In the future, as long as there are methods targeting our literary saint lineage, whether it is in front of the stage or behind the scenes, Chen Pingan and Luo Luoshan will take over. Of course, you should not be idle."
Song Jixin smiled and said: "I can't imagine that the two of us will one day work together side by side."
Chen Ping'an hummed, "It's quite bad."
Song Jixin was speechless.
Song Jixin was silent for a moment, then remembered something, and his expression became solemn, "Be careful of a group of Qi practitioners who are traveling to other continents. If you encounter them, it's best to take a detour. Except for the two old people who lead the way to protect the road, this group of people are all young and old.
Not very old, with a very special status, and more secretive behavior. He doesn't seem to like wind control, and likes to walk through mountains and rivers on two legs. Some sword cultivators who stayed in Aquarius Island in Beiju Luzhou suffered a lot before, but now they are still
I don’t know their traces and disappeared out of thin air. You must know that there is also a Jade Pu Realm Sword Immortal among them. Moreover, except for a very few people in Dali, including me, there are less than five people on the mountain and down the mountain.
I know the qualifications. The reason why I know this is because the other party 'said hello' to our Da Li Song family, which is a bit polite to a host, so as not to lose more than ten sword cultivators in Beiju Luzhou and let us look for it blindly. But you met
The possibility of meeting them is slim."
Chen Ping'an thought for a while, nodded and said: "If the guess is correct, it should be led by the Central Earth Confucian Temple, together with the qi practitioners of the Yin Yang family and the martial artist, who are re-establishing the time scale, and determining the length, weight and volume.
This is the top priority in the world after the war. Someone needs to travel all over Jiuzhou to remake the weights and measures determined by the sages in the past. Anyone who rushes into it at this time is either seeking death or not. In the Confucian Temple
After spending a few years in prison, the Confucian Temple can be considered very reasonable."
The current weather in Haoran Tianxia is unstable. In addition to the influence caused by the mutual involvement with the wild world, it is also related to some kind of "missing" in Haoran Tianxia's own heaven. That's why Chen Ping'an guessed what was used to accurately determine weights and measures.
There have been some deviations in several important items, and their deviation by even a millimeter is equivalent to being completely useless. As for who can cause such damage to the road, there is no need to guess. It is the great ancestor of Tuo Yueshan and Wen Hai Zhou. In addition,
Except for this, no other throne demon can do it.
As for the invisible and far-reaching influence of this great Tao, a mountaintop Qi practitioner who is famous all over the world will experience it more deeply the higher his level.
Song Jixin clicked his tongue in surprise and said with a smile: "As expected of a hermit official, you can guess all this."
The two of them turned around and walked slowly. Chen Pingan asked: "Ma Kuxuan is so noisy and no one is paying attention?"
Credit Yue, Chun Qing, Xu Bai. One young man and two candidates for several titles in the world.
Although Ma Kuxuan behaves erratically, he at least doesn't speak big words, so the three of them must have suffered at the hands of Ma Kuxuan. Shengyue doesn't seem to be very good at fighting. As for Zhuhai Dongtian's pure green, and that one
It's hard to say since I have never had contact with young Jiang Taigong and Chen Ping'an. But according to the Shanshui Di newspaper that was circulated to the top of the city, the two behind them are too young and they don't seem to be used to the world. They lost to Ma Ku
Xuan, it’s actually not weird.
Song Jixin said: "You have too much military exploits to squander it casually. What's more, others don't know Ma Kuxuan's ability to provoke others, and you and I don't know it either. We are competing on the mountain, and we are peers. We haven't decided whether to live or die. It's too late for others to watch the fun.
What are you advising? Nowadays, Ma Kuxuan can walk sideways in Aquarius Continent. There are countless young monks who sincerely admire Ma Kuxuan. Those who don't like his domineering style can't wait for Ma Kuxuan to take a sip of cold water.
He choked to death and fell down when he walked with sprained legs. The young people on the mountain who like Ma Kuxuan wish that Ma Kuxuan would be an immortal tomorrow and ascend the day after tomorrow."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Actually, it's because I didn't meet Cao Ci or Fei Ran, otherwise Ma Kuxuan would have changed his name immediately."
Song Jixin said: "Where is Ma Kuxuan waiting for you?"
Chen Ping'an nodded and said, "I have already put aside all my affairs."
Song Jixin asked in confusion: "Why did you change your mind?"
Chen Ping'an said: "Because he still didn't give up and didn't take 'no more than three things' seriously, so he deliberately stayed by the Dadu River to wait for me. You know him best, and Ma Kuxuan is really good at provoking people.
That is to say, you have a good temper, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to bear all these years of staring at you."
Song Jixin was a little helpless. He scolded both of them. Okay, you two go and fight.
Song Jixin walked towards an unassuming carriage in the distance. The driver was a first-class worshiper of the capital.
Looking back, the young vassal king found that the guy was still standing there, as if waiting for him to get in the car. Song Jixin smiled and waved goodbye, feeling a little weird in his heart. After thinking about it again, he felt relieved. After all, he was a neighbor and...
Half of the same sect, "We are of the same lineage as the Literary Saints". Another thought, Song Jixin's expression was strange. According to his seniority, does his mother's Chen Ping'an count as his junior uncle?
How could such a person become a close disciple of Literary Saint?
Song Jixin sat in the carriage and began to think carefully about this issue.
People who have never been neighbors with Chen Pingan can't imagine how this mud-legged guy is crazy about money. All day long, all year round, he can't afford to study or read. He only has two things, making money.
Save money, and according to what Mud Legs said back then, if you don't have money, saving money means making money. I remember that after Chen Ping'an said this, Zhi Gui was dusting the quilt in the yard, and Song Ji Xin was sitting on the wall, dangling
A money bag asked Chen Ping'an if he wanted to borrow money to buy the Spring Festival couplets as the New Year was closed. Chen Ping'an said no at the time.
This guy often goes into the mountains to collect herbs, and will only sell them to Yang's shop at the lowest market price. Mudleg never bargains.
Folks in the countryside, whenever something happens, just say hello and Chen Ping'an will help, with crop work, grabbing water in the middle of the night, weddings and funerals, and at every wake, it will definitely be dawn, and relatives can't bear to go to bed, and the young man is still sitting alone
there……
Every time at the New Year's Eve, a young man who helped kill pigs would go to the table according to local customs. He would only eat a large bowl of rice, pick up the meat with chopsticks and then leave the table. If someone killed a chicken, if there were any unwanted chicken feathers, they would kill them first.
Say hello, pick it up and take it home to make a feather duster or shuttlecock.
To chop firewood and burn charcoal, because I was worried about conflict with the young people, I had to walk a lot of mountain roads to burn charcoal. There would be a surplus every year, so I would carry the bags out of the mountains, carry them home, and then carry them from door to door.
If he gives it to neighbors, he will also say that the firewood is not good, the charcoal is not good for burning, and he cannot sell it for money. If someone stays with him to eat, or if an old man returns some eggs or something, he will not agree and will just find an excuse to run away.
Already.
I dig bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest and dry them in the sun. I collect the discarded porcelain clay from the dragon kiln bit by bit. I just caught a glimpse of my neighbor’s study room to clean up the supplies. If I have nothing to do, I take a little slug with me and go to the old porcelain mountain to browse and pick up.
Make a wooden frame, select those porcelain pieces with relatively complete and similar patterns, and piece them together to make the hanging screen. Chen Pingan once asked Song Jixin if he would buy it. Song Jixin was actually very interested in a piece of broken porcelain with dragon patterns.
Hanging screen, but at that time the little slug had a loud voice, saying that one hanging screen would be enough to buy ten children's warm quilts, but if you don't buy this, it would be impossible for the coffin boards of the ancestors' graves to hold down... I heard it
Song Jixin was upset. The little brat stepped on the bench in the yard next door, yelling and blowing his nose and threw it at Song Jixin's yard. Song Jixin said that this thing was too crude and no one wanted to give it away. He could only make money from it.
It was too unconscionable. After that, Chen Pingan stopped going to Lao Cishan to pick up rags. The few hanging screens he had originally made were given away to Liu Xianyang, Gu Can from Mu Ping Lane, and some of his children who were in school.
Neighbors.
Before the age of fourteen, the kiln worker apprentice who grew up eating a lot of food seemed to have paid off all the favors he owed when he was young.
For some reason, the lord of the feudal lord began to close his eyes and meditate. He just remembered the time when he took his maid back to Mubo Alley. He happened to see the straw-shoe boy standing at the door of his house. Before he took out the key and opened the door, Mudleg took a quick look.
The neighbor's door and wall were opened, and I couldn't help but step back and take a few more looks.
Song Jixin had some small regrets. He had known that he would have spent a few copper coins to buy that pair of porcelain hanging screens. He vaguely remembered that the workmanship was actually quite good and he was very attentive. There were flowers, plants and birds from all seasons.
I remember when I was a child, Song Jixin would occasionally leave Zhigui and go for a walk alone. He would come home late. Song Jixin was actually not very courageous. He was afraid of ghosts, so he would run and call Chen Pingan's name. He would never light a lamp every night.
People of the same age will open the door with a creak and a distant answer.
After Chen Ping'an went to Long Kiln to learn how to make porcelain, Song Jixin was getting older and had learned a few principles from books about not talking about strange powers and confusing gods. He stopped making such troubles and felt embarrassed. In addition, he was also afraid of making noise.
Zhigui, after the update, there was such a quarrel between the two sides. It is estimated that even if one of them is willing to shout, the other one will not respond. However, the little slug living at the other end of Clay Bottle Lane replaced Song Banchai. Gu Can didn't know why
, every time I go to the fields to catch eels on my stomach, I like to take a detour when I get home. I have to go through an entire clay bottle alley to get home. The little slug hangs a small bamboo fish basket on its waist, and it is very exciting while running.
Calling Chen Pingan's name, Chen Pingan would walk out of the house whenever he was at home. Most of the time, he would stand outside the courtyard door and chat with Gu Can. Occasionally, when Liu Xianyang got tired of hearing it, he would curse at the top of his voice and call Gu Can.
Before he stopped, he would reply by calling your ancestor's name. Hurry up and wake up that lazy Wang Zhu, burn incense together, and pray for smoke from the ancestor's grave... Song Jixin actually knew it well, and if Chen Pingan hadn't stopped him,
Holding a little slug, I don't know how to persuade Gu Can. Song Jixin's family changes Spring Festival couplets every day. The doorkeeper, Song Jixin doesn't feel sorry for the few coins, but who doesn't?
Gu Can, this little bastard, held more grudges than Chen Ping'an. He could really grit his teeth and stay awake until midnight, then come to his door and throw stones at the windows. He thought it was ridiculous at the time, but the more he thought about it afterwards, the scarier thing became.
, is that every time it rains, snows, and is muddy, a series of shoe prints left in the alley belong to adults, and the two slightly staggered series of footprints only appear in half of the alley. This means that Gu Can braved the rain and snow to go out.
After entering his house, he took a detour to the other side of the alley, then walked towards Chen Ping'an and Song Jixin. After throwing the stones, he ran away along the original road. To this day, Song Jixin is very curious about the pair of adults.
Who did Gu Can frame the shoes for? Whose house did they steal them from? How did this little slug "walk all the way"?
You know, Gu Can was only four or five years old at that time.
Today's Gu Can seems to have become a close disciple of the Lord of Baidi City before he was even thirty years old. He is already well-known as a "reasonable person" in the Middle-earth Divine Continent.
If Chen Ping'an could not help but be afraid of trouble when he was a child, so he became accustomed to it and became not afraid of trouble, then Gu Can's patience is really innate.
Even though Song Jixin reunited with Chen Pingan today, he still felt that Gu Can was actually more of a pure cultivator than Chen Pingan, a natural wild cultivator, or a natural descendant of Baidi City.
Moreover, Song Jixin was sure that in the next hundred years, Gu Can would definitely be one of the most outstanding genius monks in the Middle-earth Divine Continent, or one of them?
When Song Jixin thought of this, he laughed and said softly: "Our Mud Bottle Alley is a good place. I shouldn't be afraid of ghosts when I was a child."
By the Dadu River, Ma Kuxuan was alone, stretched out his muscles, and then intertwined his fingers, waiting for a fist fight that he had been waiting for for many years. It came late, so that he could wait.
But now I can probably switch to Wenjian.
Yu Shiwu, who is half a friend, has already realized what's going on. That's the best thing about Yu Shiwu. He is willing to say some unpleasant and nice things once or twice, but he won't say too much and won't annoy others.
With his back to the gate of Jidu Temple, a man wearing a green shirt walks slowly. The swordsman, who is born left-handed, hangs his sword on the right, with his right thumb against the hilt of the sword.
, don’t rush to push the sword out of its sheath.
This long sword is called "Yeyou".
When walking at night with a sword, the light of the sword outside the scabbard is as bright as the moon. At night in the world, the swordsman holds the sword like a candle.
Ma Kuxuan asked in his heart: "Do you want me to build a small world? The old rule is, draw a circle, whoever goes out will lose?"
Chen Pingan bent down slightly, held the "Night Tour" in his left hand, unsheathed the sword, and swept it forward.
Quietly and silently, Chen Ping'an, one man and one sword, took Ma Kuxuan, who was beside Dadu, and disappeared into the world together.
He and Ma Kuxuan fought twice, but Chen Ping'an always remained silent and mute. Ma Kuxuan liked to chatter non-stop. After today, I believe Ma Kuxuan will definitely change this bad habit.
A bird in a cage, Ma Kuxuan was in the vast and criss-crossing world of sword energy. He squinted his eyes and saw a gleam of light suddenly appearing in the sky.
Between Ma Kuxuan, who was still motionless, and the sword light on the sky, the heaven and earth shook, and golden gods gradually stood up. Some were genuine golden bodies, and some were objects of Ma Kuxuan's imagination.
A total of twelve people.
Twelve majestic gods stand in the sky, with ancient stars under their feet that were also imagined by Ma Kuxuan.
Ma Kuxuan shrank into a mustard seed, like a qi practitioner whose Yin Shen traveled far away in the sky, and the sun, moon and stars could be seen in the distance.
In other people's small world, you have your own small world.
A sword slashed straight down. The sword light that was originally a straight line was bent eleven times. It was still one sword, cutting through the true and false golden bodies of the twelve gods.
Ma Kuxuan sneered, and the figure of a mustard seed turned directly into nothingness.
But after Ma Kuxuan's body dissipated, the small world of Bird Sword Qi in the Cage began to expand on its own, because an ancient ruins emerged, which was a large galaxy with swirling whirlpools.
Faintly, there are four towering heavenly gates, each on one side, hidden in the brilliance of the stars.
In the whirlpool of the galaxy, there is a very eye-catching golden thread.
On the east and west sides, the sun and moon hang high, each dragging a spiral path of colorful light to the sky.
Before the war that swept through the two worlds, there were two ascension platforms, one was the "Crab House" in the Lizhu Cave that still remained relatively intact, and the other was the Tuoyue Mountain in the wild world where the roads had long been disconnected. The realm of ascension was
The founders of the three religions in that place were unable to completely break the restriction of the "heavenly court" because the "landscape restriction" there was based on tens of millions of stars, all of which were differentiated from the corpse of a pair of deputy gods, and then combined with a great avenue
The long river of time that manifests as "a certain truth" is intertwined with each other.
When it comes to formations, one heavenly ruins is the source of several formations in the world.
In that war that year, there were quite a group of human monks. Because they did not evacuate the ruins of the battlefield immediately and stayed in it for a long time, they actually broke into pieces at a certain moment and molded their golden bodies. Finally, under the guidance of the formation, they relied on their own inner strength.
A certain type of divinity automatically aligned with the Great Dao, quickly stripping away human nature and becoming brand-new gods... Then some of these gods were detained in the major ancestral courts and sects of the military dynasty, and some were killed by sword cultivators on the spot.
, even if the golden body was completely broken and the dissipated soul was permanently detained in the ruins, integrated with the formation.
It is said that Buddha was the last one to withdraw from this site, but he still could not really break the ban, because even if there is only a slight difference, it is a world of difference, and the result is the same. The heaven that seems to be in ruins will return to its old state.
That "one". Once the gods return to their respective places and can "fill in the gaps", they will even return to their appearance before the war.
At that time, the people who were protecting the formation of the Buddha were located near the four Broken Heavenly Gates, holding open the heaven and the earth. They were the most holy master, the Taoist ancestor, the ancestor of the military strategist, and the "young swordsman" Chen Qingdu.
These old stories that are destined not to be recorded in books were all told by A Liang to Chen Pingan when he returned to the Great Wall of Sword Qi.
As for the demons suppressed by Bai Yujing, the ghosts suppressed by the Western Buddhist Kingdom, and the ritual saints stationed outside the world, to a large extent, they are to prevent any omissions from being taken advantage of by some remnants of ancient gods to increase their strength and reach the top of human cultivation.
As long as they are detained by the gods and thrown into the ruins, no matter whether they are demons or ghosts outside the world, or even some "new people" outside the world, as long as the avenue is consistent, there is no need to practice at all, and they will instantly be gifted with supernatural powers.
Brand-new gods can reappear in the world, and the reason why some high-ranking gods will be reincarnated as human beings in several worlds in the next ten thousand years is itself a "blocking road" in the battle of great ways. We strive to survive in the ruins even if there is an eventuality.
The new gods that have risen cannot occupy certain key positions, especially those highest positions.
The Lishengs and Confucian Temple sages, as well as a small group of great monks in the Ascension Realm, plus the founders of hundreds of schools of thought who each "aligned with their own way", will all manifest themselves in various ways after the Lishengs "open the door".
Only then were they able to kill those brand-new gods. It was a battle between the old and new ways that were at odds with each other. This is why almost everyone, the ancestors of hundreds of schools of thought, are using their knowledge to prove the Tao, but they rarely show up in the vast world.
The root of the appearance is that they need to "respect the etiquette and follow the rules" to go to heaven as soon as they are full in Haoran.
Therefore, in the past years at the Great Wall of Sword Qi, everyone, including A Liang and senior fellow apprentices, had great respect for Li Sheng.
A Liang even said that there are four people in the world who are popular wherever they go and whom everyone respects sincerely.
One of us is the most reasonable person in the world, and at the same time the best at fighting. The rules are heavy and the principles are heavy. They only fall on all the masters at the top of the mountain, but they are light on the shoulders of ordinary people.
And whoever was not convinced, the ceremonial sage, who rarely appeared in Chinese temples, would return to Haoran from heaven and personally go to a certain ancestral hall of various schools of thought to reason with them.
A Liang said that there was once an ancestor of various schools of thought. He was driven to a panic and cursed the sage for being tyrannical in the name of the inner sage. As a result, the sage without saying a word was dragged directly to the sky, and then ended.
After thirty years of chatting and asking one question, if it had not been for the help of Li Sheng to fill in the gaps in the family's knowledge, the latter would have almost turned to Confucianism to become a sage.
The other one is the Taoist leader, the Grand Master Bai Yujing. The other one is the Bodhisattva from the Western Buddhist country who vows not to become a Buddha until hell is empty.
Chen Pingan said there was no need to talk about the fourth one.
Ah Liang, who had been preparing for the hard work for a long time, held it in for another long time, and finally said angrily, "I never thought that our boss swordsman would have such no status in your kid's mind."
At that time, A Liang was walking on Taixiang Street, and he joked with Chen Ping'an. The old saying that tall people hold up the sky when it falls is true. At the same time, he lightly kicked away anyone who dared to attack him even if he didn't know him.
The little brat who spat and expressed his admiration kicked the child until he leaned on the door of his house and acted like a doorkeeper. After he fell to the ground, he cried loudly, and then a woman immediately ran out, laughing and scolding A Liang for being heartless.
, why are you so cruel to your own son...
A Liang glanced at the crying child sitting on the ground and asked Chen Pingan if he looked similar. Chen Pingan said it was okay, probably because he looked more like his mother.
The woman immediately gave a thumbs up to Mr. Yin Guan and said with a smile that she planned to let her son find a godfather. Looking at the two idiots who pretended to be deaf and mute and left quickly, the woman laughed endlessly.
Later, the child followed Feisheng City to the fifth world. The woman and her husband did not leave just because her husband was Nascent Soul, even if she was not an Earth Immortal.
Chen Ping'an was standing outside a heavenly gate holding a sword and asked: "If the guardian is not around, why can't you let go?"
Ma Kuxuan's laughter resounded throughout the world, "Find me first and then let's see who runs out of spiritual energy first."
Chen Ping'an handed out the second sword in no hurry, holding it behind his back with one hand, holding the sword with one hand, and looked up at the gorgeous heavenly gate that towered into the clouds.
Regarding the ruins of Tianting, there were no secret records in the summer palace, which piqued A Liang's interest. Chen Ping'an even asked the boss, the Sword Immortal, a few words.
The eldest swordsman gave a vague answer that was not an answer. He only said that there were two groups of sword cultivators back then, and he was the leader of one group. He felt that since there were no gods above his head, and he couldn't take over this territory, it was a good thing to completely eliminate it.
The ban can at least give future generations a chance. At least in this matter, he, Chen Qingdu, Long Jun and Guanzhao are all on the same side as the founder of the three religions, but the other sword cultivator,
There are also ancestors of military strategists who all feel that this should not be the case. One feels that he has the greatest credit, and the other is ambitious and thinks that the remnants of the fleeing gods will provoke a crazy counterattack.
All the jade and stone were burned, the heaven and the earth collapsed into pieces, the long river of time exploded, and there was no more aura of heaven and earth, and future generations could not practice cultivation. At worst, they, the handful of people who climbed to the top, regardless of those few prototypes of the world, all sentient beings would die.
So what if they die, let them move to another place to recuperate and recuperate for thousands of years. At that time, the human race will still be respected. As for the common people in the world in the future, they will cut off the path to practice and climb, and they can save many accidents on the great road.
The great road is more orderly and stable, heaven and earth are separated, heaven and man are separated, and even the worries of the Tao Ancestor have been eliminated.
Ma Kuxuan's voice sounded again, full of banter, "If we choose to fight here, if we want to decide the outcome, we will really have to decide between life and death. And let me remind you, I have the right time and place. I will spend some time.
Foreign things, but you have to spend your real life and work hard in a foreign land to earn the status of Sword Immortal. It’s hard-won. How come you haven’t taken a few steps back home and don’t know how to cherish it?”
Ma Kuxuan clicked his tongue and said: "Afraid of being poor, you will show off your wealth as soon as you have money? Then you are no different from those trash on the mountain who only know how to persuade me to give me a few more pounds of strength."
Chen Ping ignored it and just took this opportunity to take a good look at the Tianmen.
Because this world is just an object of Ma Kuxuan's imagination, many details are very different from the truth that Chen Ping'an knows. As for the stars and the long river of time, they are just decorations to scare people.
Chen Ping'an sheathed his sword and put it on his back again, saying: "Okay, the whole visualization site is you. What are you hiding? Do you really think I can't take you? This third game today, let's treat it as a tie.
.The next game will be whatever happens. If you are willing to live or die, just give you a chance."
The next moment, Chen Ping'an sacrificed the moon in the well, and four sword arrays with a rainbow-like momentum appeared out of thin air. Countless flying swords were like four snow-white galaxies, and four heavenly gates emerged in a mighty manner.
The world was silent for a moment, and Ma Kuxuan's mind manifested itself, appeared next to Chen Ping'an, and asked: "Aren't you afraid that I will reveal the roots of your two flying swords?"
Chen Ping'an said: "One code is another code. Let's not talk about the grudges between us. You are a person who flaunts your power and often breaks up with others, but at least you are still a person who has knocked out his teeth and swallowed blood. To be honest,
Apart from annoying you, I don't find your actions disgusting. In my early years at the Sword Qi Great Wall, I met a swordsman with a temper similar to yours. Thanks to your gift, I got along well with him."
Ma Kuxuan smiled and said: "I have accepted a direct disciple. He is a pure martial artist and has pretty good qualifications. How about you give him the opportunity to ask Quan Luo Luoshan three times in the future?"
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "Yes, provided that he has won my first disciple, and if he asks Quan Pei Qian, it can be counted as within three chances."
Ma Kuxuan said: "No problem."
Ma Kuxuan held the back of his head with both hands and said lazily: "To be honest, this world makes me sick."
Chen Pingan said: "You are also disgusting with others, so you have no right to say this."
Ma Kuxuan laughed heartily.
Chen Pingan tiptoed and swept back, and Ma Kuxuan retreated with his mind. The two of them were always side by side, looking at the high-hanging ancient ruins together.
Chen Pingan said silently: "The boundless wind and moon, there is a way of heaven and earth."
Ma Kuxuan sneered, "Books are the least valuable."
Both sides closed down their own little worlds almost at the same time.
By the Dadu River, Ma Kuxuan's body turned into a rainbow light and went to the capital city.
Chen Pingan carried his sword and walked back to Dadu Temple.
While staying in the house, Chen Pingan borrowed a few sage books from the temple. They were all books that were no longer banned by the Confucian Temple. Chen Pingan lit an oil lamp on the table and had no sleep all night. He just flipped through the books slowly and occasionally
I stood up, opened the window and looked out, feeling the cool breeze blowing on my face.
After Chen Ping'an took the ferry across the sea from Tongyezhou and entered the territory of Aquarius Island, the sun and moon in his mind, and the pile of time scrolls that he could detect at the gate of Taiping Mountain but could never open, totaled twenty
The four paintings seem to have automatically opened the landscape ban, and can be opened, so that each picture can be seen at a glance.
For example, during the Grain Rain season, a group of rural tea pickers walked into the Spring Mountains. Among them was a girl with a slender figure, picking tea with both hands, and her movements were skillful. Suddenly, she was shaken by the wind, like a wicker fluttering in the spring breeze. The girl suddenly raised her head.
, looking at a mountain top, there was a giant snake coiling around the mountain, with eyes as big as two patio wells. When he opened his mouth and took a breath, a mountain of tea pickers, men, women, old and young, all turned into white bones and fell to the ground.
In autumn, there was a vast expanse of gold. A young official, his boots badly worn, was sitting on the edge of a field, laughing with an old farmer. The next moment, a strong wind blew, and the ears of wheat were flying, and the grains were like flying swords. A county town
The entire village was like a piece of thin white paper that had been turned to pieces after a heavy rain. In a village school with thatched cottages, the sound of reading suddenly disappeared.
In the library of a wealthy family, lights were turned on at night. Suddenly, the entire mansion turned bright red. A demon monk with a pale face and scarlet lips slowly walked into it. Every time he hit
Snap your fingers, and a large cloud of blood will explode next to the light, on the wall, or on the window.
On the top of a fairy mountain, an old fairy master and a group of children were building a snowman, and by the way, he was giving a lesson to a young man with pretty features and very spiritual energy. The old man seemed to be talking about praying for rain at the foot of the mountain. In order to pray for rain, the prefect burned the paper.
Dragon King, what kind of fun are you making? You insist on carrying water from the stream. You really think you are the River Dragon King. This will be contaminated with cause and effect. Don't be so motivated in the future... The young man dealt with the master absentmindedly, and the old man lectured his disciples.
, in fact, his eyes were full of pride... In an instant, sword lights passed by, and there were headless corpses all over the ground, including the old man and the young man.
There were emperors and generals in that remote place, civil and military generals, warriors in the martial arts, wild cultivators in the mountains and rivers, and genealogy masters from small sects. They died one after another. They died generously and heroically, but they were destined to die in obscurity.
It’s all about Tongyezhou’s feng shui and customs, and it’s all about Tongyezhou’s troubled times.
All the "subtleties" of beauty and dedication have long been crushed by the turbulent force. The entire Tongye Continent has been sealed and submerged in the long river of history. Chen Ping'an was once "
One of the "general trends in the world", his impression of Tongyezhou was even that of one of the worst monks on Nabo Mountain.
Cui Chang clearly wanted to make Chen Ping'an feel relaxed in Tongyezhou, but he couldn't relax at all. He wanted to make this Lord Yin Guan not even have the slightest room to deceive himself and others. Twenty-four pieces of crushed beauty
Picture scrolls, there are two hundred and forty ugly pictures that are destined to be filthy without delay, but Chen Pingan, don’t forget, whether it is two hundred and forty or two thousand four hundred, you can’t deny the existence of those twenty-four picture scrolls.
, and the mountains and rivers of a continent are more than just "undeserving of death"?
Cui Zhang wanted Chen Ping'an to witness with his own eyes the beauties, big and small, on and off Tongyezhou Mountain. The other eight continents in the world, as well as the Tongyezhou monk himself, felt that Tongyezhou was a rotten mess, but
Only you, Chen Pingan, can't do it. Choosing Tongye Continent for the next sect? Excellent. Then get along well with the arrogant and domineering monks from Aquarius Continent and Beiju Luzhou Continent!
Of these two continents, one is your hometown, which will be inextricably related to your Luolu Mountain, and the other is the place where you respect the most swordsmen among the Nine Continents of Haoran. Are you willing to reason? Like to reason? Since you have become a literary
A closed disciple of the Holy Lineage, returned to his hometown, and became the master of a sect with a lower sect. He is no longer just the hidden official of the Sword Qi Great Wall, let you Chen Pingan be in Tongyezhou where no one can be unreasonable.
, buck the trend and be a hero, allowing you to speak enough at one time!
But it’s not enough if you don’t understand the truth, because Chen Pingan will be the most noticed scholar in the literary sage lineage.
The status of the literary sage lineage in Confucianism, in the Confucian Temple, and in the vast world, was elevated higher and higher. He was both a hidden official and a sect leader. Since he was a close disciple of the literary sage lineage, he must be a moral sage.
It will come out of the sky, the rising tide will lift the boat, and it will be lifted up in the sky little by little. Countless praises, heartfelt, mixed with malicious, fair and honest praises, sneaky words of praise, everything is the result of the ship carrying the ship.
water.
Therefore, Chen Ping'an knew very well why his husband chose to "hide" in Gongdelin and once again chose to turn a deaf ear to what was going on outside the window.
Among all the scrolls of time, Chen Pingan has only one scroll that he has not read in full. He opens it every time and closes it quickly, not daring to look at it more.
Tonight is no exception.
It was a poor alley about the same width and narrowness as Muping Alley, a remote and secluded place in Tongyezhou. In the small rain alley, there was a little girl, holding up a small oil-paper umbrella, and jumped
With each jump, the oil-paper umbrella moved up and down, crooked and slanted, and walked back home briskly.
Chen Pingan suddenly withdrew from his mind and closed the scroll of time again.
Twisting a book page with two fingers, Chen Pingan took a deep breath, gently released the page from his fingertips, and simply closed the book.
Chen Pingan stood up and walked to the window, put his fingers together and gently pressed against the window, muttering to himself, "I know, this is a chess game between me and you. You are good at embroidering tigers, because you are no longer here, but
All that's left is the Tung Ye, the Treasure Vase, and the remnants of the Beikuru Three Continents chessboard."
Chen Ping'an said softly: "Mr. Qi, Senior Brother Cui Chan is too much of a bully, why don't you take care of me, Junior Brother?"
The sky and the earth are silent, and the night is silent.
Chen Pingan asked himself and answered: "I guarantee that senior brother will lose this time."
But this time, Cui Chan actually hopes that his senior brother will win if he loses. He hopes that it won't be like the Shujian Lake Questioning Game, where the Grand Li National Master won without any taste.
It's just that if you want to beat Xiuhu on a chessboard, you can imagine how difficult it is.
In fact, after Chen Ping'an experienced the battle of the Sword Qi Great Wall, he could accept the life and death of many "strong men", but he could only face those weak ones, countless of them who seemed like himself in Mubo Alley, Liu Xianyang in his hometown, and little slugs
, Chen Pingan will feel that under the general trend, the departure of countless "weak people" is still wrong, and it is still not possible. Therefore, even now, Chen Pingan does not dare to look at the last picture of the heart and the lake.
It seems that if we don't see the result, the little girl holding the umbrella will keep walking in the alley and survive.
Or maybe she has returned home and put away the small oil-paper umbrella. There will be family members sitting around, the lights will be bright, and the family will be reunited.
Even if we don't talk about people's hearts, just talking about certain things that ruin people's financial paths in Tongyezhou, there are sworn enemies on the mountain and down the mountain, involving the gains and losses of vital interests, maybe a certain choice of Chen Pingan and Xia Zong will...
One day, there was a conflict with Yugui Sect Shen Zhuanfeng and Na Wei Ying, which eventually forced the old sect leader Jiang Shangzhen to worship Zhou Fei and had to make a choice that was absolutely unpalatable to everyone. This is why Chen Ping'an changed his mind temporarily.
From Yiyantang's identification of Cao Qinglang as the head of the next sect, to the phrase "If you have any objections, you can discuss it again" on Luolu Mountain, in fact, it's not that Chen Ping'an can't trust Cao Qinglang, but that Cao Qinglang is still too young after all, and what he did
Some choices will make his heart overwhelmed too early.
Chen Ping'an knows how uncomfortable it feels, and some pains are really just pains, of no benefit, and if you can't get through it, you just can't get through it.
Therefore, Chen Ping'an has made a decision. The position of the next sect leader can be vacant for now, and Cao Qinglang can continue to cultivate his mind in the Lotus Root Blessed Land for more than ten years.
After being the hands-off boss for too many years, Chen Ping'an also wanted to make up for his past mistakes, just think of it as "not not reporting that the time has not come". Although the next sect does not have a sect leader for the time being, he will not show up too much, and will only let a certain deputy
The mountain owner, from the beginning, put on a fierce attitude of "I came to Tongyezhou just to make peace and make money." For example... Cui Dongshan. Anyway, sharing the worries of your husband is also the meaning of being a student.
Before I knew it, it was already dawn.
Chen Pingan narrowed his eyes.
In the distance outside the window, stood a young woman with a smile but sharp eyes.
True Dragon, Wang Zhu, Ascension Realm.
In Shushui Kingdom, late at night, in the closed mountain god temple, a girl wearing embroidered shoes listened to the words of the tall maid. She put her hands behind her back and walked slowly. After thinking carefully, she nodded and said
He fisted his hands and said in a deep voice: "Scholars have a lot of experience. If I read a few more books, I would definitely come up with such a little trick. Pick a reading seed, gather together the majority of literary talents, and finish it in one battle. How simple.
How many ways? I wouldn’t have thought of it?! As for cutting off the hair halfway, putting on sacks, etc., that’s our specialty, and we can do it with our eyes closed.”
A plump maid nodded vigorously and patted the horse a few times. After hearing the good words, the mountain god Wei Wei was so angry that he punched the woman in the chest hard, causing the latter to stagger back. The girl cursed.
: "You don't have any brains, you've only grown up here. Then when Chen Ping'an came to your ancestral temple, you dared to salute a young swordsman without showing your face? You are so pretentious, why don't you act like one?
Mr. Tiger Mansion? How wronged are you to be here with me? Huh?"
The plump maid was silent and didn't dare to say anything back. She just rubbed her heart.
Wei Wei was still annoyed, so he stood up on tiptoes again, grabbed the tall maid's ears, pulled hard, causing the latter to lower her head, and reprimanded: "You are also a fool, you don't even know to keep the one who loves you the most."
Chen Ping'an is a guest? What does it mean to know a young swordsman from the Great Li Dynasty in our Shushui Kingdom? It means that your mother-in-law has a little exposure to him, wipes out some oil, and at least begs him to stay for a while.
If there is a calligraphy treasure or something, then the three of us can roam freely in Shushui Country from now on."
After scolding people and getting angry, the girl with embroidered shoes sighed, loosened her fingers, looked at the two fools who looked respectful but were actually happy, and said helplessly: "I have a close relationship with the imperial court of Shushui Kingdom, but do you think that
Sword Immortal, do you think he just gave us a hand?"
Seeing the two fools looking at each other, they rolled their eyes slightly, then put their fingers together, pointed at their own eyes, then pointed at the tall maid, then suddenly clenched their fists, and shouted
There was a rumble, almost like thunder, and he smiled bitterly and said: "Think about it, how many times has Chen Ping'an, a swordsman, come to our place?"
The tall maid timidly said: "Three times."
Wei Wei said angrily: "In less than thirty years, a young swordsman visited a small hilltop three times. What does this mean? It means that there will definitely be a fourth time! Do you think he said the first sentence?
Well, why are you asking about the placement of the statue in the temple? If you are wrong...if our mountain temple has done something wrong, you will see if he will leave. Believe it or not, even if you drive him away, he will stay with me.
Let’s chat for a while! He is a ruthless man with a smile on his face, a knife in his sleeve, and he kills people without even consulting... If I hadn’t predicted this, I would have known that he would definitely do this again, so I had properly preserved those broken stones.
, I guess it’s hard to say whether the three of us can still talk to each other at this moment.”
The tall slender woman said cautiously: "Is it possible that your Majesty is overthinking it? He is a guest at our temple this time. He seems very friendly and doesn't have the slightest air of being a swordsman."
In the cool shade of the old pines outside the door, the swordsman in blue was sitting on a stone bench with a warm smile, talking to her, and even invited her to sit down and chat with her.
Wei Wei glanced at her sideways, and the tall maid immediately shut up.
Wei Wei waved her sleeves and the door opened. She sat on the threshold, holding her chin in her hands, and began to think about something.
The land of mountain gods covers one and a half counties, and governs the landscape of about six counties. Wei Wei used to not like to greet the gods from the Confucian and martial temples. They all had little official hats, and they also liked to have their eyes higher than their heads. At most, they were with counties that were one head shorter than her.
When dealing with the City God, the latter is more knowledgeable.
Wei Wei finally said: "You two, go to those county God's temples and carefully check all the merit books. All the reading seeds in our own territory, that is, those who have the hope of becoming scholars and tribute students, are recorded in the books one by one.
Just do as the sword fairy said, and a steady stream of water will grow...and those so-called homes that have accumulated good deeds, oh, I feel so distressed and distressed, I really feel distressed to death. You should also share some of your sinful virtues and hide them in the door gods they posted.
, I can’t help you much. Our family is too weak at the moment. Let’s do a little help to dispel the evil spirits and evil winds first. When the Jinshi master is named on the gold medal list, he will come to our temple to fulfill his vows and gain a lot of literary fortune. Then we will consider the long term, Chen Ping’an.
One thing is true. Today is no different than in the past. It is no longer possible to make a one-time deal. As long as we can make a good start, we must take a longer-term view."
In addition to being afraid of a swordsman who would often come to visit him when he was full, the reason why Wei Wei was willing to "act as ordered" was that, in the final analysis, it was still profitable and the risk was minimal. Wei Wei felt that in the long run, if he followed the instructions
If you do what he said, there is indeed hope that the harvest will be guaranteed despite droughts and floods, and that one day you can manage the mountains and rivers of the place properly, and enjoy the blessings. Become a mountain god, think about opening a mansion, and then think about the mountain god who is the crown prince of the Five Mountains Mountain Lord, and your life will be fulfilled.
Looking forward to it...
Otherwise, if Chen Pingan is just talking about morality and merit, she, Wei Wei, will continue to eat and wait to die. Next time she meets him, she will lie on the ground and pretend to be dead. Chen Pingan can't really behead him with a flying sword.
?
But Wei Wei had to admit that she was really afraid of him, Chen Pingan.
Over the years, deep down in her heart, she would think about that young man dying, so as not to scare herself later. But when she thought about it, she felt that it would be a pity that the young man was really going to die.
The plump maid was a little eager to give it a try, and reminded her softly: "Mountain Goddess, Chen Jianxian seems to have said that we can first give the reading seeds to that passerby through dreams."
Wei Wei turned his head and said with a look of disgust: "Just you? The goddess of Huanshan God Temple? I'll throw you into the crowd and walk away. Others push you with your hands, but you'd better hit it with your big butt. Do you think that scholar saw it?"
If I have you, what do I think of you? If you are lucky, you will be regarded as a fox in the mountains. If you are not lucky, the scholar will sleep in the temple. He thought he was visiting the temple, but his first thought was to look inside the money bag.
Is the amount of silver enough?"
Wei Wei pointed at the tall woman, "It's just you, the three of us, you happen to have read a few books. You can chat more with the readers..."
The maid looked a little embarrassed. But she didn't dare to say anything about it even to death. She only dared to recite a few words of sincerity in her heart. They were sincere words.
Wei Wei stood up suddenly, then smiled like a flower and said, "Ouch, the old swordsman Song is here."
A white-haired old man clasped his hands behind his back and slowly walked towards the mountain god temple, "As I'm talking about you guys, I'm just going to visit my old place and take a look around. I won't turn to the almanac tonight."
Wei Wei complained: "As soon as the elders of the Song Dynasty moved away, the nearby mountains, rivers and martial arts disappeared out of thin air. Not only the small mountain temple here, it was miserable, and everyone was used to living a life of lavish spending."
The city gods in the city have all begun to live a tight life."
Song Yushao glanced at the plaque of the temple, moved his eyes downward, looked at the three golden statues in the temple, and said with a smile: "It must have cost a lot of money."
Wei Wei stretched out her hand to cover her mouth and smiled, "It's a miserable life, let's just make do with it. Fortunately, it's not magic money. I have a lot of money, and there is still some left."
Song Yushao sat on the bluestone bench and joked: "Have you just discovered now that one of the four evil spirits of Shushui Kingdom is not easy to be a person? He was almost kidnapped by a lustful mountain god and became the wife of Yazhai. I never thought about it.
Now that I have become the Goddess of the Mountain, is it actually even harder to be a queen?"
Wei Wei shook his head gently, "It's very impressive."
Song Yushao sneered, the land and the luck of the place, the old man is an old man, and he can still do it based on a vague idea. If this mountain god temple can't last for a hundred years, it will starve to the death of a mountain god empress.
My body can't stand being pecked by wind and rain.
Wei Wei clasped his hands behind his back and walked down the steps. He walked lightly and said with a smile: "Senior Song, I deliberately hid my clumsiness earlier and was too lazy to move. Can I tell you my plans now?"
Song Yushao nodded and said, "I would like to hear the details."
After listening to Wei Wei's plan, the old man was quite disapproving at first, especially the shortcut in officialdom. Taking the wrong path was definitely not a long-term solution. However, when Wei Weiwen came up with "the original source", especially
The old man was speechless when he heard the phrase "The gods of mountains and rivers, where the spirit lies, are sincere in people's hearts." Song Yushao looked at this confident mountain god empress, was stunned for a long time, and said in confusion: "Wei Wei
, why do you seem to have suddenly grown a brain?"
Wei Wei raised his head, laughed loudly, wiped his mouth, and waved his hands, "It's a small skill, not worth mentioning. I have only used my third or fourth level of success."
Song Yushao stood up and said with a smile: "This is the best, I won't come here to hang out anymore."
When I was young, I felt that the journey through mountains and rivers was only a few steps, but as I got older, it became farther.
Wei Wei looked at the stooped white-haired old man, sighed, suppressed his smile, and said sincerely: "To be honest, Chen Pingan taught me this method. How could I have expected this?"
Song Yushao hummed, nodded, and said calmly: "I've guessed it a long time ago."
The old man turned and left.
The tall woman came to the Mountain Goddess and sighed: "Senior Song really knows things well."
Wei Wei smiled and scolded: "He guessed nothing. Didn't you notice that Song Yushao was wandering up the mountain and running down the mountain?"
The old man did not go straight to his mountain temple, but went back to the small town near Zhuangzi in the past and found the restaurant. The old man was sitting in the same place.
The shopkeeper has already changed people, and the people have changed again. It is the grandchildren who are running the business. In fact, the ingredients for the hot pot are also cut corners. You don’t even have to put chopsticks into the pot. Song Yu Shao knows that it is not the same as before. It’s just that Song Yushao is not the same as before.
Yushao didn't say much, there wasn't much to say. Instead, he hoped that the business of this restaurant, whose hot pot was no longer so authentic, would be better in the future. He couldn't wait until one day when he made enough money, he would start to pay attention to it again.
Even though the young shopkeeper recognized Song Yushao, the old swordsman of Shushui Kingdom who had a good relationship with his grandfather, he still felt a little guilty after placing a large table full of hot pot ingredients and serving them one by one.
He was too embarrassed to have any relations with the old man, so he said a few polite words and left quickly.
Song Yushao didn't ask for two pairs of bowls and chopsticks, but he asked for two wine glasses. One wine glass was placed on the opposite side of the table without pouring the wine. The old man took a sip of the wine and cursed a few times. The brat dared to hide from him and drank from the northwest wind.
Go ahead, I'm so jealous of you.
After just drinking a few glasses of wine, the old man couldn't help but stand up, went to fill the wine glass, sat down again, and murmured something vague, not sure whether it was a curse or something else.
Song Yushao suddenly turned his head and said with a smile: "Why are you two here?"
It's grandson Song Fengshan, and granddaughter-in-law Liu Qian.
The two sat down and Song Fengshan said with a smile: "It was Wei Wei who sent the letter. After receiving the letter, on the way here, Liu Qian made a bet with me that grandpa, you would definitely come here first. I didn't believe it, so I punished myself with three drinks."
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Song Yushao said angrily: "If you want to drink, just say so."
Song Fengshan drank wine and Liu Qian cooked hot pot, but neither spoke.
The old man endured it for a long time and said with an angry smile: "Say! Have you already seen that kid?!"
Song Fengshan and his wife looked at each other and smiled, then Song Fengshan gathered their voices together and spoke to his grandfather.
Song Yushao listened carefully, without drinking or using chopsticks. After listening, the old man silently picked up a large set of chopsticks, drank all the wine in the glass, and looked at the empty seat across the table and the full wine glass.
The old man put down his wine glass and chopsticks, looked left and right, and saw his grandson and granddaughter-in-law, who were both very nice. He smiled, slowly closed his eyes, opened them again, and finally looked at the empty space. His vision was a little blurry, and the old man said softly.
: "It's a pity that I can't go to the Great Wall of Sword Qi and not see the grace of Yin Guan Sword Immortal."
Song Yushao picked up the wine glass and chopsticks again, laughed and said: "Hot pot is just wine, and the world remains the same!"
Nan Posuo Continent, an ordinary hilltop on the coast of the sea, is just a veritable Jie Mao. It can barely be regarded as a place for cultivation. Even the wild cultivation in the mountains and swamps of the lower five realms will not be so simple.
In the three adjacent huts, there are three people living in the upper five realms, two of whom are sword immortals.
Lu Zhi, Chun Ban Zhai Sword Immortal Shao Yunyan, the blushing lady hanging upside down in the plum garden.
After someone offered a sword sacrifice at Taiping Mountain in Tongyezhou, Lu Zhi stood up and walked out of the hut, squinting and looking to the southeast.
After Shao Yunyan and Rouyan walked out of the house, Lu Zhi said: "Yin Guan is back."
The blushing lady's face was stiff.
Shao Yunyan laughed endlessly.
The handsome old swordsman Qi Tingji chose the place to establish his sect. Unexpectedly, it was neither the Middle Earth Divine Continent with the most vast mountains and rivers, nor the Aai Ai Continent where the God of Wealth Liu family is located, but Nan Posuo, which was no longer pure and refined.
continent.
Qi Tingji would often come here and chat with Lu Zhi. He didn't hide it. He clearly wanted Lu Zhi to be the chief worshipper, even if he took a step back and became a clean guest of the sect.
Lu Zhi naturally didn't want to be a worshipper. As for being a guest with no restrictions, he was actually between two choices.
After all, both sides are sword cultivators of the Great Wall of Sword Qi. Qi Tingji's sword-fighting in the vast world has never disappointed anyone. Especially when Chen Chun'an left Nan Po Suozhou for the last journey to the sea, Qi Tingji was alone, fighting for that.
He is a mellow scholar and protects the Tao with his sword.
In the end, Chen Chun'an succeeded in keeping the bearded swordsman Liu Cha in the wild world, so that the great demon on the throne could not return to the wild world.
However, the vast world, especially the Middle-earth Divine Continent, still has a lot of criticism towards this inexplicable Chun Ru who survived and died inexplicably. When he felt that the overall situation was determined, he did not even kill an Ascension Realm great demon, and carried him on his shoulders.
The sun and the moon are like decorations for Chen Chun'an. He doesn't die when he deserves to die, and he doesn't live when he can live. He doesn't offer help in times of need, but wants to add icing on the cake. He simply cherishes his life and is afraid of death to the point of being afraid of death. In the end, he cherishes his feathers to an even greater extent.
In this battle, apart from barely protecting the mountains and rivers of Nanbosu Continent, there was no achievement... In today's barbaric world, even if there is one more Liu Cha, what can it do?
If Qi Tingji hadn't struck out for this once in the Middle-earth Divine Continent, there would have only been more complaints.
The person who was asked about the sword by Qi Tingji, after taking a sword, his bones were still very hard, saying that even if Liu Cha gathered his luck in the wild world and reached the fourteenth realm, what would happen? Xiao Xun is not the same as the fourteenth realm sword
Xiu? Isn’t it the same that he was driven to the battlefield outside the world and has not returned yet? He has never been able to go to the wild world? Even if there is an extra Liu Cha, it’s nothing. If you Qi Tingji are really capable, just return to the Great Wall of Sword Qi and stand on top of the city.
Carve a big character... So Qi Tingji, who was too lazy to say more, rewarded the monk with another sword.
Qi Tingji, who was in the Yupu realm, had to pass two swords, but he could only be seriously injured but not killed.
This made Qi Tingji return to Nan Posu Continent, and after finding Lu Zhi here, for the first time, he did not persuade her to join his sect, but just drank in silence.
If it were Lu Zhi, he would probably kill that Jade Pu Realm man with one sword, and then simply return to the ruins of the Sword Qi Great Wall.
In this vast world, the only two people Lu Zhi is willing to chat with are the two people next to her. Among them, they are blushing and always talk in a roundabout way. They probably want to persuade Lu Zhi to agree to come and be just a guest, and they are fellow countrymen.
, neither emotion nor reason should be rejected. Shao Yunyan firmly opposed it. With the blushing face, Shao Yunyan did not dare to speak too directly. He was worried that when he went out alone, he would be stabbed inexplicably if he was not careful. So.
Shao Yunyan only said that Mr. Qi, the old swordsman, had excellent swordsmanship. Naturally, he did not need Mr. Lu to add icing on the cake. If he was a guest, he could consider being the chief worshiper.
"Qi Tingji is right. His sect needs a swordsman who doesn't follow the rules. I will agree to let him serve as guest minister."
Lu Zhi said: "Shao Yunyan, you and Xi Yan will travel together to the Middle Earth Divine Continent, then around to Beiju Lu Continent, and finally go to see Yin Guan."
Shao Yunyan nodded, "It's best this way, otherwise the intention will be too obvious."
As for whether Lu Zhi should be the guest minister, Shao Yunyan actually didn't have much idea. Previously, he just couldn't stand the blushing style.
Mrs. Yan Yan said tentatively: "Mr. Lu, should I stay here with you?"
Lu Zhi said calmly: "You guys set off immediately."
Mrs. Rouyan was complaining endlessly. She really didn’t want to see Mr. Yin Guan. Last time, there was a plum garden missing. What about this time?
Shao Yunyan took a deep breath. Now that they know that Yin Guan has finally returned to the world of Haoran, then Xie Songhua of Aaizhou, Song Pin of Jinjiazhou, Li Cai of Beiju Luzhou...all the swordsmen of Haoran who have walked through the Great Wall of Sword Qi, with the help of the scene at Taiping Mountain
Sword sacrifice, everyone should know this.
Aaizhou.
In the early years, she suddenly agreed to become the female sword fairy enshrined by the Liu family. Xie Songhua returned to Leigong Temple from the Liu family's ancestral hall to discuss matters. Anyway, she could get a large sum of money for nothing by sitting on a chair and taking a nap.
Xie Songhua even specifically reminded Mrs. Liu that whenever there is a discussion, no matter how big or small, she must remember Feijian to send a message. As long as she is in Aaizhou, she will definitely arrive. After all, she is a serious worshiper, and she can do her best, even if she doesn't.
If you have the opportunity to contribute, you should also make suggestions.
According to the general sects on the mountain, they have been slandering for a long time, but the Liu family of Aaizhou, no matter how big or small the matter is, they really know how to send letters to Xie Songhua with flying swords, and change their methods to give money again and again. After many times, not to mention the two direct descendants
Even Xie Songhua's own share of the immortal money spent on his disciple's sword training was not short of money. Xie Songhua could not help but feel a little sorry. When he left the Liu Family Patriarch Hall this time, he asked Liu Jubao if he had that kind of Liu Jubao.
If she wants to kill an enemy but is not suitable for killing him, she can just come and make a round trip quietly.
Liu Jubao said no.
Now the three masters and disciples almost regard Lei Gong Temple as half of their home.
Pei Axiang doesn't matter at all, it's not deserted, and it's not too noisy, so it's actually pretty good.
It's that woman Sword Fairy's words that make people unable to bear it, "Why, Axiang, you are so handsome, it would be a pity not to find a man."
Today, Xie Songhua's sword fell outside the gate of Leigong Temple. Two disciples were on the steps, waiting eagerly for it.
As soon as Pei Axiang saw Xie Songhua, she immediately got up and returned to the temple.
After Xie Songhua landed, she joked: "Do you want Master to help you find a mistress?"
Chao Mu suddenly said: "So Master is not a woman?"
He looked helpless, "So you are a fool?"
Xie Songhua stopped joking and said in her heart: "Master will take you to Aquarius Island."
Bamboo Sea Cave Sky, Qingshen Mountain.
Chunqing was lying on the railing, holding her chin in her hands.
A woman with green hair on her temples walked barefoot.
She looked at the only disciple who had wandered thousands of miles away and smiled knowingly.
She was once so bored, lying on the green bamboo railing in a daze, and then an even more boring scoundrel popped up, resting her head on the railing, then turned her head sideways, squinted her eyes, her face was serious, and she couldn't take her eyes away.
A serious person said, "Sister, I accidentally crushed the railing. But it's okay. If Qingshen Mountain asks you to compensate, just tell me my name. Remember, my name is A Liang, kind Liang!"
When she stood up, he also stood up, leaning against the railing, smiling brightly, "You must be the lady of Qingshenshan, otherwise my sister is so beautiful. If I were the lady of the mountain god, I would definitely be jealous.
Liver, I can't tolerate you as a neighbor. I squat on your bedside every night in the middle of the night and poke your face with bamboo sticks. It's not really poking melon seeds. After all, even a woman will like you if she sees you... I think
You are probably not the Mountain Goddess, do you know why? Haha, it’s very simple, I actually have a relationship with her, hehe, you know.”
The man raised his hands, winked, and jabbed his thumbs together, "This is my old friend."
She asked him at that time, "Are you looking for death?"
She is in the Ascension realm, and she is sitting on the top of a mountain. There is a bamboo sea cave, and tens of millions of green bamboos can be turned into flying swords, so she is half a swordsman.
The man's face was actually shy. He glanced at the room on one side of the corridor, as if he didn't dare to look at her. He lowered his head slightly, half-smiling but not smiling, and stopped talking.
The last person, Yu Feng, was holding his buttocks as he fled.
Chunqing came back to her senses, raised her head and asked, "Master, why did that Ah Liang go to the Western Buddhist Kingdom inexplicably?"
She smiled and said, "It would be better to be a monk."
Beiju Luzhou.
Caique Mansion, a tea shop at the foot of the mountain.
Opposite Wu Yu, who was in charge of the female patriarch, was a handsome man in white robe, with a lazy posture, not sitting down, almost lying on the table.
Wu Yan said helplessly: "Yumi, can you restrain yourself?"
The golden elixir sword cultivator named Yu Mi, who had served as the official guest of Caique Mansion for many years, yawned and said aggrievedly: "Sister Wu Yu, what's going on? I didn't say a word, not even a sideways glance.
, just taking a walk in the mountains won’t do.”
Wu Yu handed him a cup of tea, then lifted the cup and put it down. He stretched out his fingers and rubbed the center of his brow, "You are a disaster. If you continue like this, the reputation of our Caique Mansion will be ruined. Even if you don't provoke them, you can
Those little girls who are not familiar with the world, everyone has a love for beauty, and you are a golden elixir sword cultivator..."
Speaking of this, Wuya probably felt that he couldn't blame Yu Mi from Luo Luo Mountain. This guy was indeed too good-looking, and he really didn't offend anyone, but he was just an ordinary person overlooking the cliff, or enjoying the scenery in the heavy snow.
, dressed in white and holding a green bamboo stick, or in the pouring rain, holding an umbrella and walking slowly, twisting peach branches in his hands... This man with a sword of more than 10 meters, did not speak, which is equivalent to talking, the key is still that kind of silent victory.
With sound...
Yu Mi was even more aggrieved, lying on the table, twisting the teacup with his fingers, "They say that your swordsmanship in Luzhou, Beiju, is as good as the clouds, and there are swordsmen everywhere. They can catch a lot of them, so I boldly used a golden elixir."
If I had known about my reputation as a sword cultivator, I wouldn't have made a fool of myself, and would have honestly been my sea-viewing realm qi practitioner."
After Yu Mi arrived at Caique Mansion, he did not take action.
Therefore, Wu Yu still cannot determine Yu Mi's true realm until now, but she can be sure that the other party is not in the Guanhai realm, and is most likely a Nascent Soul sword cultivator who hides his secrets.
Yu Mi seemed to care about Zhao Luan very much, but it was not the kind of love between a man and a woman. Instead, he was like an elder protecting the younger generation.
As a result, something seems to be wrong with the Palace Master's favorite disciple, Liu Guibao. Liu Guibao and Zhao Luan used to have a very good relationship, but now there is a little awkwardness.
Liu Guibao walked down the mountain to the tea shop with a cold face and placed a secret letter on the table.
Mi Yu's eyes lit up, he clasped his hands together, and muttered something, and then opened the secret letter. He almost burst into tears on the spot. Unable to hold back, he turned around and thanked Liu Baobao and said with tears in his eyes: "Miss Liu, you are so kind and kind that I can't repay you."
, who dares to bully you in the future, except Palace Master Sun, except Sister Wuyu, except all the earthly immortals in Luzhou, Beiju, then you can tell me openly, I will take care of beating the other person..."
Liu Guibao just stared at him blankly.
Aren't you the one who deserves a beating the most?
Mi Yu knew the answer in the girl's eyes, but he still pretended to be stupid and crazy. He just stopped talking. Mi Yu carefully put away the secret letter from Piyun Mountain, stood up, took a deep breath, and finally could reply.
Suddenly three sword cultivators came with their swords, Wu Yu and Liu Guibao quickly stood up.
It was actually the female swordsman, Duckweed Sword Lake, and the sect leader Li Cai.
He was accompanied by two direct descendants, the extremely young Jindan realm swordsman Chen Li, and the relatively young Longmen realm swordsman Gao Youqing.
Chen Li smiled brightly and said with a heartfelt laugh: "Isn't this the Great Sword Immortal Mi? His style is even better than before. It almost blinded me."
Listen, how familiar he is, he is indeed the little hidden official of the Sword Qi Great Wall.
You can't even retaliate.
Miyu really likes these, it feels like it’s been so long.
After Li Cai said hello to the two female cultivators from Caique Mansion and chatted politely, he said to Mi Yu in his heart: "If I don't go to Aquarius Continent, Sword Immortal Laomi will escort them both to Luo Po Mountain."
Mi Yu said: "I have to go to Yunshang City first and bring Zhao Shuxia with me."
Li Cai waved his hand, "Even if you bring all the female cultivators in Caique Mansion, I won't care about you, but I have agreed beforehand that if you dare to hook up with Youqing, I will kill you. Even if you don't hook up with you, as long as Youqing has thoughts about you,
I will chop you to death as well."
Mi Yu said with a smile: "Li Jianxian doesn't know something. There are some girls. When I see the way they look at me, I know if they have someone in mind."
Li Cai clicked his tongue and said, "The way you talk so shamelessly and so seriously, is that the magical power of your flying sword?"
Mi Yu smiled and nodded, and then asked: "Is it true that you haven't met that Zhou Zongfeng?"
Li Cai cursed loudly: "You're such a heartless bastard, he should come and see me."
Miyu nodded vigorously, "That makes sense!"
Aquarius Island.
A Hanlin editor surnamed Cao, who was the second best scholar in the new science of the Great Li Dynasty, suddenly fell ill and quietly left the capital. At a Xianjia Ferry, he took a ferry to Niujiaoshan Ferry.
In addition, the direct descendants, worshipers, guests, and people who were friends with Luo Mountain began to set off one after another.
On the Yunzhou ferry, Jiang Shangzhen sat on the railing and said with a smile: "I thought you would fight twice in a row."
Chen Pingan shook his head.
At that time, in the Jidu Temple, he and Wang Zhu only chatted from a distance through the window, inside and outside the house.
She asked a question, "Why was the contract terminated?"
Chen Ping'an asked a question in return, "Have you thought about it, do you really want to be the public servant?"
As a result, neither party gave an answer.
Wang Zhu returned to Dadu Water and continued to retreat.
The Yunzhou ferry docked slowly at Niujiaoshan Ferry.
Pei Qian and Jiang Shangzhen were accompanied by nine sword fairy embryos.
But Chen Ping'an left the ship and landed early.
We landed on a mountain path, and finally walked to the two small tombs and knelt down to kowtow.
Then he took out small bags one by one and began to add soil to the grave.
The man in green shirt, who was already forty years old, poured a pot of wine in front of the grave, knelt on one knee, bent over, lowered his head, and spoke silently in his heart.
Finally, the man trembled slightly, wrinkled his face, and chuckled softly: "Mom, dad, don't worry. Except for being away from home for a long time, everything has been fine for these years outside."
Chen Pingan was silent for a long time and stayed where he was for a long time.
By the time he got up and slowly walked down the mountain, it was already dusk. By the time Chen Ping'an took a short detour and visited the former immortal graveyard, took a look at it from a distance, and then walked back to the end of Mud Bottle Alley, it was already late at night.
He took out a bunch of keys, opened the courtyard door with brand-new Spring Festival couplets on both sides, gently closed the courtyard door with the door god on it, opened the door again, looked up at the word "spring", entered the house, and Chen Pingan lit the table.
I turned on a light and lay down on the table. I originally wanted to keep vigil, but accidentally fell asleep.
I don’t know how many days and nights I slept.
At dawn that day, Chen Pingan sat up. Although he was a little sleepy, he slowly got up and found that there was only Pei Qian outside the door.
Pei Qian smiled and said, "I stopped Sister Nuanshu and Xiao Mili and asked them to wait for Master at the gate at the foot of Jise Peak."
Chen Pingan smiled and nodded, "Today?"
Pei Qian nodded vigorously, "More people are at the entrance of the Patriarch Hall. They are all here. The younger senior brothers have all arrived, and they are probably still lying on the ground and taking a nap at this moment."
If it weren't for Wei Shanjun's Mountain Restriction, the entire Beiyue Territory would probably have noticed something strange in the Jise Peak at this moment.
Chen Ping'an closed the house door and courtyard door, stood in the mud bottle alley, and said: "Follow me."
A man in green clothes rose up, followed by a man in black clothes.
The two of them landed at the gate of Jise Peak.
A girl in a pink skirt and a little girl in black returned from the Lotus Root Blessed Land. The warm tree gave a blessing and called "Master". The other grinned so big that the dustpan was so big that he couldn't close his mouth.
Chen Ping'an narrowed his eyes and smiled. He rubbed his head gently with one hand and said with a smile: "Let's go up the mountain."
He appeared at the top of the steps wearing a blue shirt with a hosta on his head. Only then did he realize that outside the Jise Peak Patriarch Hall, there were dozens of his students, disciples, Luopo Mountain priests, guests, as well as their respective disciples and friends.
Compared to the first time at Jise Peak Ancestral Hall, there were too many people.
Chen Pingan moved forward slowly, and finally stopped. He looked dazed for a moment.
Pei Qian walked quickly forward with Nuanshu and Xiaomili towards the crowd, and then turned around to face Chen Ping'an.
The mountain breeze blew by, and he was wearing a green shirt with a sword on his back, and his big sleeves were fluttering.
Facing everyone in front of you.
The owner of the mountain, Chen Ping'an, faced the crowd and suddenly clasped his fists in salute.
Everyone on the opposite side returned the greeting solemnly.
Chen Ping'an took the lead in crossing the gate of the Patriarch's Hall.
Inside the Jise Peak Patriarch Hall.
There are three hanging portraits, Wen Sheng, Qi Jingchun and Cui Cheng.
Wearing a green shirt, he stood at the front, holding incense in both hands.
After Chen Pingan's death.
They are student Cui Dongshan, disciple Pei Qian, and student Cao Qinglang.
The manager of Luolu Mountain has a long life, and the accountant Wei Wenlong.
Zhu Lian, a martial artist at the top of the mountain, traveled far away to Lu Baixiang, repaired the golden elixir bottle neck sword to the right of Sui Dynasty, and traveled far away to Wei Xian.
Chen Lingjun, Chen Ruchu, Shi Rou.
Luopo Mountain protects the mountain for worship, and the right protector surrounds rice grains.
Jiang Qu, Zhang Jiazhen. Zhao Shuxia, Zhao Luan.
Cen Yuanji, Yuanbao, Yuanlai. Ah Ma, whose real name is Zhou Junchen.
The names of the worshipers include the blind Taoist Jia Sheng, Zhao Denggao, and Tian Jiuer. Du Wensi, a Nascent Soul monk from the Pima Sect in Luzhou, Beiju, and Pang Lanxi, a Jindan sword repairer.
Pei Xiang, the lord of the Fox Kingdom, is under the water of Yuan Ying and Yunzi on Qidun Mountain.
The nine sword immortals are He Gu, Yu Xiehui, Cheng Chaolu, Nalan Yudou, Yao Xiaoyan, Yu Qingzhang, He Xiangting, Bai Xuan, and Sun Chunwang.
People watching the ceremony.
Liu Xianyang. Also Li Er, Li Liu, Han Chengjiang, Lin Shouyi, Yu Lu, thank you, Dong Shuijing.
Wei Bo, the Lord of Beiyue Mountain. Liu Jinglong of Taihui Sword Sect, his disciple Bai Shou. Dong Gu, the founder of Longquan Sword Sect. Liu Chongrun of Ao Yubei. Fan Er of Laolongcheng, Mrs. Gui, his disciple Jin Su. Sun Jiashu. The direct descendant of Duckweed Sword Lake.
Chen Li, Gao Youqing. Shao Yunyan, the Sword Immortal of Chunfanzhai, and the blushing lady of Xuanxuan Mountain. Li Furui and Zhou Caizhen of Shujianhu Zhenjing Sect. Wei Yusong, the God of Wealth of Pima Sect. Sun Qing, the master of Caique Mansion, and his disciple Liu Guibao. Yunshang City
Xu Xingjiu, dedicated to Huan Yun by name. The Sword Immortal of Aaizhou thanked the pine flowers, and his disciples raised their heads, morning and evening. The Great Sword Immortal of Fengxue Temple, Wei and Jin Dynasties. Refers to the Yuanling Hall of Xuanfeng. The Yuan Ying Sword of Jinwu Palace will be repaired by Liu Zhiqing.
Rong Fu, Lin Junbi of the Shao Yuan Dynasty.
Inside the Jise Peak Patriarch Hall today.
There are many sword masters and many martial artists.
And the mountain lord standing at the front, Chen Ping'an, who has returned from a long journey, is both a swordsman and an end. He is not only the mountain lord of Luoluo Mountain in Aquarius Continent, but also the hidden official of the Sword Qi Great Wall. He is also the first literary sage in the world.
The closed disciple of Pulse.
Soon the whole world will know that the hidden official Chen Shiyi is called Chen Ping'an.