After entering Toutiao City, Chen Pingan was not in a hurry and took Pei Qian and Zhou Mili to travel together. He first took out a Yang Qi Lantern Talisman made of yellow paper from his sleeve, then made sword gestures with two fingers, and gently rubbed around the Talisman.
Chen Ping'an always observed the burning speed of the talisman attentively, counting silently in his mind. When a lamp-lifting talisman slowly burned out, he said to Pei Qian: "The abundance of spiritual energy is no different from that on the sea outside the ferry, but the speed of the long river of time passes by."
, it seems to be a little slower than the outside world. We try not to delay here for too long and leave here within a month."
Pei Qian nodded and understood. The giant ferry city under his feet was probably a secret realm of broken mountains and rivers similar to a small cave sky. It was just refined by an expert, just like Madam Qingzhong's Lushui Pit, which was already a small world.
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The spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the city is very thin, so it is not a suitable training ground for refining energy. Of course, we cannot rule out the possibility that someone or somewhere like Wanyao Sect and Sanshan Blessed Land swallowed up half of the spiritual energy, or even occupied more of it.
and luck, finally made a small world, like the sea returning to ruins.
Pei Qian looked at the flow of people on the street. He raised his gaze a little higher and looked farther. The pavilions and pavilions became clearer and clearer the farther away they were. It was so contrary to common sense. It seemed that as long as the spectators were willing, they could see the ends of the world.
Pei Qian's eyes finally fell on a corridor of a high-rise building in the distance. The back of a young woman who looked like a palace maid stood on tiptoes in the bright moonlit night, stretched out her arms, revealing a white jade lotus-like wrist, hanging
Under a bamboo strip lantern, the palace maid suddenly looked back, with a beautiful face. She smiled sweetly at Pei Qian. Pei Qian was not surprised by this, but his eyes slightly shifted. Farther away, between two colorful buildings towering into the clouds,
There is a covered bridge, like a colorful rainbow hanging in the sky. In the center of the corridor, stands a silver-eyed young man with antlers, his hands intertwined and placed across his chest, his big sleeves touching the ground, like a fairy.
The so-called emperor's son in the pavilion in the family books was looking at Pei Qian.
Pei Qian's eyes turned again, and he saw a gorgeous mansion built on a hill, with red tiles, carved beams and jade pillars. Among them was a woman whose silk dress was as shiny as moonlight and flowing water. She wore a golden crown and was leaning against the beauty.
Applying rouge, lightly tapping her lips, she seemed to be frightened when she noticed Pei Qian's gaze. She immediately picked up a fan, but she was curious, so she just covered half of her face with an exquisite fan painted with dense flowers.
Facing Pei Qian's face, she saw only half of the woman's bright red lips and half of her snow-white face. It seemed that she recognized that Pei Qian's appearance was not outstanding, so she raised her eyebrows slightly. The eyebrows were raised lightly but not frivolously, just slightly.
A bit provocative.
Pei Qian immediately put away his sight, rubbed his forehead, and just looked a few more times in the distance. He felt a little dizzy. Pei Qian refocused his eyes and picked out the closer scenery and pedestrians. The corner at the end of the street in front of him
, a team of cavalry patrolling the city appeared, headed by a horse, holding a long halberd on the horse. Both the people and the mounts were armored. The generals were wearing iron armor, as fine as fish scales. The road was congested and overcrowded. The armored generals occasionally raised the halberds in their hands and gently pushed aside the people.
He accidentally collided with a passer-by on the cavalry team, but the force was very clever and did not hurt anyone.
Pei Qian first briefly described what he saw to Chen Ping'an, and then said softly: "Master, these people in the city are a bit similar to the so-called 'living gods' in an ancient book of the Yu family, and 'half-dead people' such as the Fox Kingdom Talisman Beauty.
, and the paper figures in the White Paper Blessed Land are all different."
Talisman puppets are the most inferior. They are the finishing touch of the fairy family who rely on a little spiritual light from the talisman as a support to develop spiritual intelligence. In fact, they do not have a physical soul that truly belongs to them.
This was the first time Chen Pingan heard about "living gods". He was very curious and asked in his heart: "Living gods? How do you say it?"
Pei Qian was stunned for a moment and glanced at the master, because she mistakenly thought that the master was testing her own knowledge. When she was sure that the master really didn't know this statement, she explained the record in the obscure book. The most important thing was
In a word, the souls of living people are imprisoned in the water prison where the words are reflected, or in the prison mountain where the peaks are stacked. But the book does not say how to crack it.
Chen Ping'an nodded. It was a bit like Pu Yu's natal flying sword. It could switch between reality and reality in just one thought. But besides Cui Zhang and Cui Dongshan, who else in the world could manifest so many thoughts?
How can we support so many residents in the city to "talk to themselves" and "think to themselves"? Or is it that all the locals in Toutiao City have been used as a blank slate at the same time? It's a pity that Cui Dongshan is not around
, otherwise it is estimated that this student will only be like a fish in water when he arrives in this city?
In his early years, Chen Pingan traveled far away. Whether he was traveling with Lu Tai in Tongye Continent or meeting the scholar in black in Guixi Valley, he always hoped that the younger generations of Luo Luoshan would not be like him who did not study much and suffered too much. I hope.
One day, by going down the mountain to practice and rely on the books collected on the mountain to gain extensive knowledge, I will be able to gain some advantages in finding opportunities and avoid unnecessary accidents.
Now it seems that it was Pei Qian, the most unexpected disciple of Chen Ping'an, who was the first to achieve this. But of course this is inseparable from Pei Qian's excellent memory and his ability to learn boxing too quickly.
It seems that on the road of life, there are many "what I thought" and "just discovered".
Pei Qian knelt down and Zhou Mili took out the basket. The little girl in black went out this time, adhering to the principle of not showing off her yellow and white clothes. She did not bring the small golden pole with her, but only carried a green bamboo cane.
Chen Pingan and Pei Qian held the millet grains in the middle and walked into the bustling streets of the city together. Pedestrians on the road were chatting with each other, chatting about home affairs. Two of them were walking towards each other. Chen Pingan and the others gave way to the road. The two were quarreling.
As the armor light opens towards the sun and the golden scales open, some people quoted scriptures and said that it is better to face the moon. Another person was red-faced and couldn't argue. He suddenly threw out an old punch and knocked the person next to him to the ground. After the person who fell to the ground got up, he did not move.
Angry, he turned to argue about the authenticity of the post after the rain.
Pei Qian said softly: "Master, everyone is talking about the great elegance of the Middle-earth Divine Continent."
Chen Pingan nodded, "Look more and listen more."
The team of cavalry arrived on horseback, with both men and horses in full armor. They were fighting through thorns and thorns. Passers-by on the street avoided each other. The leading cavalry general raised his halberd slightly, but the tip of the halberd was still pointed at the ground, so it did not appear too condescending or overbearing.
The cavalry general said in a deep voice: "Who is coming? Tell me your name."
Chen Pingan clasped his fists and said with a smile, "Cao Mo."
Pei Qian replied: "Zheng Qian."
Xiaomi Li followed suit and said, "Mute Zhou."
The cavalry general nodded and reminded: "No fights are allowed in the city, no buying and selling by force is allowed, and no one is allowed to ascend without authorization. There are no other taboos."
After some inquiries, there was no conflict. The cavalry turned their horses and continued to patrol the street. When they went to a nearby bookstore, Chen Pingan found that the books sold were mostly well-engraved local chronicles. After flipping through a dozen books, they were all
It is an old book from the ancient dynasty in the world. The "Tanzhou Prefecture Chronicles" in my hand is sorted and listed by dynasty according to the territory, ceremonies, famous officials, loyal martyrs, gardens, martial arts, etc. It is extremely detailed. Many local chronicles are also included.
Aristocratic families, squares, water conservancy, free schools, tombs, etc. Chen Pingan gently rubbed the paper with his fingers, sighed, and just bought books, it would be a waste of money, because all books and paper are manifestations of some kind of miraculous Taoism.
thing, not substance
, otherwise as long as the price is fair, Chen Ping'an really doesn't mind raking it up and buying it to Luo Luoshan to enrich himself.
Chen Ping'an kept picking up books and putting them down, but could not find any official records about the Dali and Daduan dynasties in the bookstore.
Just looking to buy, he is definitely not a customer that any store in the world would like, but Chen Ping'an is already prepared to be kicked out, and he also wants to roughly judge the age of the ferry through this matter.
The shopkeeper was a polite and elegant old man. He was flipping through books. He didn't mind that Chen Ping'an had ruined the books while he was flipping through them. After about a while, the patient old man finally smiled and asked: "Guests
Where did it come from?”
As soon as Zhou Mili heard the question, she remembered the previous reminder from the good mountain master, and the little girl immediately covered her mouth with both hands as if she was facing a formidable enemy.
Chen Ping'an rubbed Xiao Mili's head, and replied with a smile to the shopkeeper: "Come from outside the city."
"It's okay to say that it comes from the same place." The old shopkeeper shook his head and muttered to himself. He seemed to be too disappointed with Chen Ping'an's answer and stopped talking.
Chen Pingan smiled and asked: "Shopkeeper, how many places in the city sell books?"
The old shopkeeper said helplessly: "How do you know this? The customers can tell jokes."
A thin man wearing a Confucian shirt walked into the threshold of the bookstore with a smile. He had a beautiful beard. He didn't even look at Chen Pingan and his group. He just walked to the counter and laughed loudly with the old shopkeeper: "That group of peaks
It must have stood upright thousands of years ago when the great floods in the valley stripped away all the sand and soil, leaving only huge boulders standing firm, so it stood erect and became the peak."
The shopkeeper's eyes lit up, "Shen Xiaokan is very knowledgeable and has fantastic ideas. There is no doubt that he has the right solution."
The old shopkeeper immediately bent down and took out the pen and ink from the cabinet, and then took out a long and narrow piece of paper from the drawer, wrote these words, lightly rubbed the ink, and finally turned around to take out a book and sandwiched the paper between it.
The old shopkeeper closed the book on the counter and handed it to the old customer named Shen. The latter put it in his sleeve, laughed and left. As he approached the threshold, he suddenly turned his head, stroked his beard and asked, "Do you know about the Gap of the Jizuki Technique?"
Circle, hindering the technique, virtual energy receiving sound?"
Chen Pingan smiled and shook his head: "I don't know."
In fact, Chen Ping'an knew a little bit about it, otherwise he wouldn't have borrowed those books from Liu Mao at Huanghuaguan in Mirage City. But in this city, he didn't know what to do.
"Today's young people have no idea what's going on."
The man with a beautiful beard, who was called "Shen Xiaokan" by the shopkeeper, felt a little regretful and his expression was full of disappointment. He turned from stroking his beard to pulling at his beard, as if he was in pain, shook his head and sighed, and left quickly.
Chen Pingan left the bookstore with Pei Qian and Xiaomi Li.
Pei Qian said softly: "Master, Master Shen, and the book presented by the shopkeeper at the back, it seems that they are all... real."
Chen Pingan raised his finger to indicate silence and not to talk more about this matter.
Unexpectedly, the man with the beautiful beard had already turned around and walked over. Still unwilling to give up, he took out the book given by the old shopkeeper and asked again: "Young man, how many years has it been in the Dayan calendar now? If you know, I will tell you this
The book is for you."
Chen Ping'an smiled and took out a Xiaoshu coin from something close at hand. It was something he had treasured for a long time. He raised his right hand and opened his palm. On one side of the fairy coin was a seal with the words "I always envy the jade man in the world".
Collector Shen's face changed slightly. Chen Ping'an picked up the Xiaoshu money with his left hand and was about to turn it over. As soon as the bearded man caught a glimpse of the word "Su" on the back, he became worried. He turned around and waved his hands repeatedly: "The little thief is cunning.
, I’m scared of you. Go, go, let’s just say goodbye and never see each other again.”
Chen Pingan put away the fairy money again, and Pei Qian blinked, "Master, are you really that person who likes to carve on cliffs everywhere, 'I served here'?"
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "I just don't know why I stay here. But I thought this old master would get angry and hit me in the face with that book."
Zhou Mili sighed with emotion: "People's hearts are really unpredictable and the world is dangerous."
Chen Ping'an patted Xiao Mili's head and said with a smile: "The official world is ups and downs, the clouds are treacherous and the waves are treacherous. The world is indeed dangerous."
There was a fortune-telling stall on the street. The old Taoist was skinny and skinny. He drew a semicircle with charcoal in front of the stall, shaped like a half-moon, which just covered the stall. There were many market children who were familiar with the stall and chased him there.
The old Taoist slapped the stall with his hand and cursed, and the children immediately dispersed. When the old Taoist saw Chen Ping'an passing by, he immediately straightened a crooked flag next to him and wrote "Desire" on it.
To get the secret of longevity, go to this immortal altar first." He suddenly shouted at the top of his voice: "If you don't sell ten thousand taels of gold, I will give it to you in the streets..."
Unexpectedly, the three people walked straight past the stall, ignored them, and deliberately turned a blind eye. Finally, they walked into a weapons shop adjacent to the stall. The old Taoist put away his eager eyes, sighed, and said angrily: "You are a reckless man.
I don’t know the way.”
Next to the fortune-telling stall, there was a small stall with some old bottles and jars placed on top of the cotton cloth. There was a sickly man dozing off with his head lowered. The old Taoist neighbor yelled loudly but failed to wake him up.
The man turned his head and suddenly said, "You idiot, business is coming, wake up." The man suddenly looked up and found that there was no one in front of the stall, so he continued to doze off. The old Taoist priest couldn't stand the laziness of this man and sneered:
"Brother Jing was so heroic in the past, but now he has become a swindler who can't make any money."
The man just closed his eyes and meditated. The old Taoist priest stood up from the bench and kicked down a small gilded vat that was as big as a palm. The old Taoist sarcastically said: "You said it came from the palace, maybe there is something else."
How much do fools believe it? You said this thing is the sea and can raise dragons. Who believes it? Hey, it’s gilded, not even gold-plated. Look, the color has faded for all the sins.”
The man also had a good temper. He just bent down silently, grabbed the small water tank that had been kicked to discoloration, and rearranged it.
The old Taoist kicked the small vat over again.
The man arranged the object again, but placed it in a corner of the cotton cloth farther away from the Taoist priest, and said dullly: "The world only knows Zu Qiqiu Qingniu, who knows you? Anyone who knows you will not come here. You are different.
Drink the northwest wind here every day."
The old Taoist sat back on the bench and sighed. In fact, many of the old neighbors in the city have gradually disappeared as they age.
As for their neighbors who set up stalls, they could still stay here no matter what. One of them once rode a green bull and traveled all over the world, hoping to get a true picture of the five mountains. The other once rode a weak and lame old donkey, swaying.
Youyou, on the back of the donkey, there is a swordsman with a beard and a big bow. The three-foot sword and the six-jun arc can enter the water and kill the dragon.
Chen Pingan entered the shop, picked up a scabbard, and pulled the knife out of the scabbard. The blade of the knife was narrow and extremely sharp, inscribed "Xiao Mei". Chen Pingan tapped it with his finger, and the blade trembled silently, leaving only ripples of light.
Like water patterns, Chen Pingan shook his head. The knife is a good knife, and it is the only "real knife" in this shop. Chen Pingan was just a pity that the words of the old Taoist priest and the man from Baofengzhai were blurred and could not be heard clearly.
.This world is too weird.
The owner is
A burly man with a strong back and a strong waist, laughed and said: "He is obviously a man who carries a sword, but he has to come to the shop to pick up a knife. It's outrageous."
An old man in a green shirt was pleading, "My ancestor's calligraphy cannot be seen by outsiders. If you'd be kind, please sell it to me."
The man glanced sideways at the old man and didn't even bother to say anything.
There was a noise in the street. Chen Ping'an sheathed the knife, put it back where it belonged, and asked the shopkeeper, "How can I sell this knife?"
The man smiled and said: "If you want to buy a knife, you can, it's not expensive. All you need to do is exchange it for a bowl of Chuzhou sour plum soup, half a pound of Tongling white ginger, and some seasonal tender lotus roots from Tangshan."
Chen Pingan smiled and asked: "May I ask where these three things are?"
The man replied: "Somewhere else in the city."
There were noises in the street, and there were horseshoes again. It was the cavalry patrolling the city earlier, escorting a person, who was a handsome scholar, to the outside of the weapons shop.
The scholar walked into the shop, holding a wooden box in his hand. After seeing Chen Ping'an and his party, he was obviously a little surprised, but did not say a word. He placed the wooden box on the counter. After opening it, it happened to be a bowl of sour plum soup, half of it.
A pound of white ginger and a few snow-white tender lotus roots.
When the man saw this, his eyes filled with tears. Without saying a word, he walked around the counter, said sorry to Chen Pingan, picked up the long knife named "Xiao Mei" and threw it to the scholar.
The old man who had previously begged the shopkeeper for a copybook said sourly: "City Lord Shao, you are here again to search for land. You are just wandering around the three cities. Is this a bit of a pretense of public benefit?"
The scholar directly hung the sword on his waist, then smiled with the old man and said: "Even for me, it is not easy to go in and out of Benmo City."
The scholar surnamed Shao thought for a while and said to the shopkeeper: "Please take out the wordless poster and I will fill it in."
The shopkeeper narrowed his eyes and said, "Shao Baojuan, be careful not to lose your hard-won position as city lord."
The scholar smiled and said nothing. The man took out a copybook, which was wordless but full of charm. The only thing he could see was the Jixi Palace Treasure on the seal.
Chen Pingan stood aside and watched the excitement with his hands in his sleeves.
Shao Baojuan, Lord of Elsewhere City.
Benmocheng sour plum soup, Tongling white ginger and Tangshan tender lotus root.
This means that there are at least three cities on the ferry.
The scholar looked at Chen Pingan with a smile on his face.
Chen Pingan immediately smiled, nodded and apologized, then turned around.
Shao Baojuan stretched out a finger and put "write" on the blank label. The shopkeeper nodded with a smile, put away the floral-scented copybook, and then took out another copybook, which started with "The son is naturally dull" and ended with "
Go and beg Bing." The man gave the calligraphy to the scholar and said, "Congratulations to City Master Shao, for getting another treasure."
Shao Baojuan handed the calligraphy to the old man and read the word "C" lightly, and the calligraphy suddenly burst into flames.
The old man was shocked at first, then ecstatic. He took the burning copybook "True Fire Ruo Xu" with both hands, as if he had finally fulfilled his wish. When the copybook burned out, he burst into tears on the spot and couldn't help but bow to the young city lord.
The scholar only said that he has admired your ancestors for a long time and should act like this.
The old man lowered his head to wipe his tears, then took out a small bag from his sleeve, embroidered the word "E Green", and a length of fiber rope that was more than a foot long. It was badly worn.
The old man laughed softly and said: "This bag of snails weighs exactly five husks of dendrobium. Together with this fiber rope, Lord Shao will only need the embroidered shoes to meet Mrs. Kongtong."
Shao Baojuan thanked him, without pretending to be polite, and put the bag and rope directly into his sleeves.
The old man's face was full of joy and he left in a hurry.
The scholar looked at Chen Ping'an and the others, then at the hiking poles of Pei Qian and Zhou Mili, and suddenly said, "Ju Luzhou, Mural City, Swaying River."
Chen Ping'an thought for a moment, "Turn on the electricity, go to the Ghost Valley, and reach Jixiao Mountain."
Shao Baojuan smiled knowingly, "It's really you."
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "It turns out to be you."
When Chen Ping'an visited Luzhou in Beiju for the first time and was crossing the swaying river, he pretended to be an idiot and declined the opportunity of becoming an immortal.
In the mural city behind him, the Goddess Guayan was the best at fighting, and she soon took the initiative to recognize her master with a foreign traveler. Chen Pingan was enshrined through Luolu Mountain very later. Du Si, a Yuanying monk of the Pi Ma Sect, got
I learned about a secret file of Pima Sect and learned that the Lei Pond on Jixiao Mountain in Guixi Valley was once a broken sword-washing pond of Dou Shuyuan. It came from one of the three divisions of one house, two houses and three divisions of the Lei Department in ancient times. Later I visited
The two masters and servants who passed through Muyi Mountain, the foreigner from Liuxia Continent, and the goddess with the ancient inkstone hanging on her waist to "switch the electricity", won the immortal fate together. In fact, before those two people, Chen Ping'an was the first to meet Ji Ji.
Xiaoshan Thunder Pond could not be moved away, but some "golden bamboo whips" were dug up.
Shao Baojuan said goodbye and left.
Chen Pingan nodded in greeting.
After leaving the shop, Chen Pingan found the old Taoist and asked loudly: "Young man, there are thousands of plum blossoms in my hometown, but is there even one tree with flowers?"
Shao Baojuan glanced at Chen Ping'an who was silent, turned around and said with a smile: "There are thousands of trees blooming every year, nothing unusual."
The old Taoist laughed loudly, stood up and tiptoed, and lifted the small gilded water jar towards Shao Baojuan. The scholar took it in his hand. The man squatting on the ground and taking a nap also pretended not to know, and did not care that his stall was missing a treasure.
Pei Qian was confused and asked in a low voice: "Master, is the old Taoist asking you?"
Why do you feel that the city lord Shao Baojuan came to this city to hunt for treasures everywhere?
Chen Ping'an nodded, narrowed his eyes and smiled: "There's no rush."
Pei Qian turned his head and found that Shao Baojuan had walked far away and was standing next to an old woman selling cakes. He neither bought the cake nor left, as if he was waiting for someone there.
Soon a monk carrying a burden appeared. He was quite energetic, walked very fast, and said angrily: "I have been a monk for thousands of kalpas, studying the majesty of Buddhism, and practicing Buddhism for thousands of kalpas, but I have not yet become a Buddha. South.
The devil dares to speak directly to the human heart, saying that he will become a Buddha after seeing his nature. We should sweep his caves and destroy his species to repay the Buddha's kindness!"
Chen Ping'an stopped and looked solemn.
Passing by the old woman, the monk put down his burden, apparently intending to buy cakes.
The old woman pointed to the burden that the monk had placed on the ground, and when she was about to ask a question, Shao Baojuan had already asked, "What is this word?"
The monk was about to answer.
When Chen Ping'an saw that Shao Baojuan wanted to speak again, he frowned and said to the scholar in his heart: "This is a Buddhist public case, why are you mixing it up?"
Shao Baojuan smiled slightly, turned his head, as if he was waiting for Chen Pingan's words, and immediately asked in his heart: "What do you mean by coming from the west? Do Taoist priests worry?"
"oh?"
The old Taoist priest who set up the stall seemed to have heard the voices of both parties and stood up immediately, but he just stared at Chen Pingan.
Chen Ping'an smiled and just looked at the scholar, "It's a good plan, step by step, linked together."