The old Taoist squatting on the roadside had just finished chewing half of the watermelon in his hand. It was half-cooked and tasted average. He was about to pick up the other half. When he heard these two names, he shivered. Then he bent down, reached out his arms and held his hands, and put them on the back of his hands.
On the ground, the palm holding a watermelon is like a cactus holding a mountain. Why is it not the demeanor of a fairy? The old Taoist strokes his beard and smiles. The melon is neither ripe nor sweet. His magic skills are acceptable and not a bit rusty.
But the so-called two names have nothing to do with that fellow Taoist Chen Xiao who met and had an irreversible relationship. They are Feisheng City and Ning Yao.
The veteran Taoist has seen too many sword immortals and the like.
But the person who is confirmed to be the number one in the world weighs much more than the half watermelon in the hands of the Qingniu Taoist priest.
Da Xuan Du Guan, who is Brother Sun in the world of Qing Ming? He seems to be the fifth?
Talisman Yu Xuan, my brother Yu, has two big sleeves filled with talismans, who is Haoran's number? It seems that there is no conclusive explanation as to the exact number? Anyway, the ranking is still very low.
It would be okay if Ning Yao was just the Ning Yao of the Sword Qi Great Wall. The so-called promising future is just a future full of surprises. But a Ning Yao who is already in the Ascension City and a Ning Yao who is already in the Ascension Realm,
It's just something that's really happening right in front of you.
Now that she has successfully entered the Ascension Realm in the fifth world, it means that in the future, on the road of cultivation, as long as she does not go to the Confucian Temple or Bai Yujing for a period of eighteen hundred years, Ning Yao will
Asking the sword, she would have no more surprises.
So now Ning Yao is traveling far away in Haoran with a sword. Her departure from her hometown comes with the "Great Way of the World". What is the dragon crossing the river? This is it.
The old Taoist priest couldn't help but turn his head. He didn't care whether he would hold grudges against fellow Taoist Chen. He still couldn't help but glance at the far-away woman carrying a sword box. It would be worth taking another look.
What are the old rivers and lakes? It means who you have met on the road of life, who you have drank with, who you have called friends, who you have fought with, and who you have learned about Taoism. The sky is high and the sky is high, and it may not matter who a Taoist has defeated.
, whoever you lose to before, it might be a shameful thing.
Hey! That fellow Taoist Chen, the little thief is so brave, he actually attacked Fairy Ning?!
Fairy Ning, you can use your sword to chop off his dog paws. If this kind of thing spreads, wouldn't it be a joke to outsiders... Wait a minute, who can spread this matter tonight? Then little Taoist Chen,
Are you going to fall out with Fairy Ning and let her kill her to silence her? That's all, a pair of immortal couples that are like no other in the world. They are made in heaven and earth. They love each other in front of the flowers and under the moon. They shame the bright moon. It's just right.
The time is right.
Poverty is superfluous.
Just eat melon.
Chen Pingan gently hugged Ning Yao, quickly let go of her, and took a step back, "Why are you here?"
There was a little blush on her temples and ears, and she didn't need any makeup, eyebrow makeup, or make-up.
Ning Yao returned the long sword in his hand to Chen Ping'an and said, "Isn't it too much? Do you dare to give your sword to others?"
Chen Ping'an took the Yeyou sword, stood behind it, and said with a smile: "Old immortal Feng Jun, a broad-minded and upright person, hand over the sword to Yeyou, I feel relieved, it is no worse than carrying the sword on my back."
Ning Yao was a little confused. Fengjun?
Chen Pingan turned his back to the grass-gnawing green bull and melon-gnawing old Taoist, blinked with Ning Yao, and reminded: "In the Sword Qi Great Wall, the green bull Taoist priest I mentioned to you is actually this old god.
, was the first to propose the idea of "refining elixirs for external use in talismans and combining yin and yang with Taoism". Unfortunately, the old Taoist master's threshold for accepting disciples was too high and he suffered too many losses, so he could not truly become famous in the world. Most people in the world are virtuous and do not match their talents.
Unworthy of his name, the old god Feng Jun is just the opposite, teaching people to fight against injustice."
Ning Yao exclaimed, "Who do I think he is? It turns out to be one of the four Taoist seniors you mentioned before."
The old Taoist squatting in the distance had actually kept his ears pricked up. Now his eyes lit up and his shoulders trembled slightly. The melon in his hand had an endless aftertaste, and it was so sweet.
Which four?
There are already five of them: the stinky Niubi of Donghai Taoist Temple, Sun Huaizhong of Daxuandu Temple, Fulu Yuxuan, the Great Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain, and the Master of Huolong.
No matter who the poor guy squeezes out, it will be a good thing to burn incense. The four of them will be at the bottom.
Fellow Daoist Chen Xiao was chatting with me on that bird-lifting mountain before. Why didn't he mention this? He was not treating others with sincerity. Since he already had this admiration in his heart, why did he hide it?
It will definitely not work if young people are too thick-skinned, and even worse if they are too thin-skinned.
At that time, a dagger slipped out of his sleeve and was spinning around. It looked so impressive that Pindao almost mistakenly thought he had met that Cao Mo. Then he gathered five thunders in the palm of his hand to rectify the law and played around. It was nothing more than "authentic" "The word, yea, it's a young nobleman from the Tianshi Mansion who left the peach wood sword at home and forgot to take it with him. I never thought it was all a misunderstanding.
Just like the clouds, wild geese, grass bugs that disturb people's dreams, and the iron horses and glaciers that come into their dreams, misunderstandings like this are not bad at all.
The refreshed old Taoist immediately threw away the melon in his hand, shook his sleeves, coughed lightly as a reminder, and then slowly stood up and faced the young man and woman. The old Taoist did not forget to knock his heels on the ground. The remaining melon rind was kicked away.
The old Taoist stroked his beard and smiled. After catching a glimpse of the woman ascending to the realm, he thought about it for a while, but he still felt not guilty at all. He nodded and said loudly: "The poor Taoist is crowned the king, and the Taoist name is Qingniu."
Chen Pingan made an exception and returned a Taoist priest.
Ning Yao cupped his fists and returned the greeting, "Junior Ning Yao, it's a pleasure to meet the Taoist priest."
The old Taoist laughed heartily. After all the hard work in Baiyan City, it was worth it to be able to see this pair of beautiful immortals with my own eyes. The lovers finally got married.
Chen Ping'an took out the green paper mountain sales coupon from his sleeve. The old Taoist's sharp eyes saw that the word "Sell" was changed to "Buy", and the three words "Qie Ding Pavilion" appeared on the back. The old Taoist was shocked. The man in charge of the entry city For God's sake, Li Julang is romantic, but he is not an easy person to negotiate with. Especially when it comes to business, he is extremely shrewd. How could fellow Taoist Chen Xiaodao get this thing from him? Twelve Cities of Night Sailing, apart from his appearance Cheng Shao Baojuan is still a young bird, and the other eleven old city lords all have their own temperaments and magical powers, but none of them are fuel-efficient.
Chen Pingan twisted out another talisman and handed it to the old Taoist, "Change the sword into a talisman, and the business remains the same."
The old Taoist was speechless. He took the shabby yellow paper talisman in his hand, nodded in agreement, and continued to help the boy find out the news.
Chen Ping'an took Ning Yao to a pavilion in Toutiao City, where a plaque was placed on the pavilion.
On the night path of Baiyan City, the old Taoist sighed and had nothing to do. He twisted up the talisman and took a look. He immediately concentrated and held his breath. He rolled up the sleeve of his Taoist robe and put the talisman into his sleeve. Then he stretched out his hand to grab something and held something in his arms. , walked towards the mount, the green bull was lying on the ground, the old Taoist man sat on the back of the bull, the green bull got up, and walked slowly, the old Taoist man held the melon with one hand, tapped it a few times with the other hand, listened attentively, and said to himself: "The sky and the earth are dense. , all things are mellow. The great sound is beautiful, the great sound is pure and pure... it must be sweet!"
At the foot of the steps outside the pavilion, stood the maid Li Shilang who was born in the Rouge Palace. Qin Zidu wished Chen Pingan and Ning Yao a blessing, then she took out a sycamore leaf and said with a smile: "In the future, Mr. Chen can use This thing goes between the city gate and the pavilion. It just needs to be used with caution. Once the strokes are used up, the city lord will take back the pavilion as usual."
Sure enough, Chen Pingan found that on the back of the paper for buying mountain coupons, the original three characters "Qie Stop Pavilion" had lost one vertical line, and the entire word "stop" had disappeared. Chen Pingan and Qin Zi both nodded with a smile,
She stretched out her hand again, took something from her hand, and took the sycamore leaf. On the front and back were engraved the words "Fu Chi Sheng" and "Literate Farmer". The word "Fu" has been reduced a little. It's probably the same rule as buying a mountain ticket. Use it once.
, there will be one less stroke to draw. As for why the word "stop" is missing, it must be because I violated the rules and went to Useless City, Night Ship and Entry City this time.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Thank you, Miss Qin."
Qin Zidu smiled sweetly and said, "Mr. Chen, just call me Biyu."
Chen Pingan smiled and said nothing. He wanted to say that we were not familiar with each other, so just call me Chen Jianxian.
Ning Yao clasped his hands behind his back and looked up at the plaque and couplets on the pavilion.
Chen Ping'an thought for a while, and was not in a hurry to leave. He took out the mountain ticket again and asked: "How many answers can I exchange for this thing? The word "buy mountain ticket", and each stroke is subtracted, can I trouble Miss Qin to explain it to me?
Confused, how about it?”
Because there was an Ascension Realm sword cultivator here, the city lord would definitely not be able to pry into this place casually, so Qin Zi was silent for a moment, and after thinking for a moment, he seemed to have received permission from the city lord Li Julang. He nodded and shook his head and said: "You can buy and sell, but the rules are
After revising it, there are still two words left for "Buy Mountain Ticket", so Mr. Chen can only ask two questions. As for the missing stroke of "Qie", the City Lord said that it should be regarded as a meeting gift to City Lord Ning."
Chen Pingan thought for a moment and nodded in agreement. Chen Pingan did not intend to occupy this Qieting Pavilion in Toutiao City for a long time from the beginning. This night boat is not a place to stay for a long time.
In an instant, Qin Zi turned sideways subconsciously and had to put his hand in front of his eyes, not daring to look at the sword light.
It turned out to be the silent female swordsman. She unsheathed her sword without any warning, cut through the heaven and earth restrictions in Toutiao City with one sword, and followed Qin Zidu's thoughts and went directly to the city lord Li Julang.
The young man in blue shirt with the sword on his back continued to stay where he was, as if nothing was wrong, and asked with a smile: "May I ask Miss Qin, what small worlds are there in the night ship?"
Qin Zidu, who had been severely plotted, was very angry and said angrily: "You two made an appointment in advance?!"
Chen Pingan shook his head.
Not really.
On the way here, he just casually talked to Ning Yao about what he had seen and experienced in Toutiao City.
Qin Zidu glared at the man and said in a deep voice: "Shanghai Four Cities, Hongmao City, Entry City, Chicken and Dog City, Rules City!"
Chen Ping'an interrupted her and asked, "Miss Qin, could you please add the nicknames of the Four Cities?"
Qin Zi didn't say anything.
Chen Ping'an walked to the steps of the pavilion. After sitting down, he put his hands in his sleeves and leaned forward, slightly stooped. However, he looked much more relaxed than when he first entered the city. His whole body looked loose and lazy.
Qin Zidu said: "The other names of the four cities are Fruit City, Wuya City, Dedao City, and Mountain City."
Chen Ping'an nodded, a little absent-mindedly. He passed by before and saw a man with a high crown, Long Bin, at the inquiry place by the river. In the distance, there was a swordsman's retinue who almost drew his sword. It was the chicken and dog city. But for some reason, the water
Why does the big stone in the heart imprison the snow-white heart ape? Therefore, this city of Dedao, where chickens and dogs ascend to heaven, must go even if the city lord does not invite it.
"Zhongsi City, Baiyan City, Lingxi City, Chui Gong City, and Taiping City. Also known as Wuyong City, First City, Family Tree City, and Jiazi City."
Chen Ping'an had already visited Chui Gong City. At that time, there was a lazy man sitting on the steps outside the main hall. He just turned his head and looked inside the hall, without any intention of stopping him.
When the wind passes by the covered bridge in the sky, there is the poor woman and the boy with antlers standing side by side. It is probably the Lingxi City, also known as the First City. It means that there is no first place in foreign literature, but there is one on a night sailing ship?
Qin Zidu named the last four cities, "The lower four cities, the basic city, the cauldron city, the miscellaneous city, and the appearance city. They are also called the absurd city, the one-character city, the fighting city, and the sensual city."
Chen Pingan asked: "How to get to other city gates?"
"I just say that in my entry city, you can find any bookstore, exchange a certain inspected entry for a customs clearance document, and then tell the shopkeeper which city you want to go to, and you can pass without hindrance."
Chen Ping'an suddenly pinched the last word "Pavilion" on the ticket to buy the mountain with his fingers, abruptly stopped the slowly disappearing word "Pavilion" on the paper, and said with a smile: "Miss Qin only said the way to get out of the city, so this deal is done."
It’s unfair. What’s the origin of the ultimatums for the other eleven cities?”
Chen Pingan spread his palm, shook it, and then raised the mountain ticket in the other hand, "Hongmao City, Chicken and Dog City, Baiyan City, Rule City, Chui Gong City, Lingxi City... Forget it, exchange this city for
It will become the city of appearance, folded in half, and there will be a total of six cities."
Qin Zidu hesitated for a moment, stretched out his palm, and bent two fingers, "There are at most three cities, and they must be Chicken and Dog City, Baiyan City, and Benmo City. There is no room for negotiation. I don't believe that Chen Jianxian can hold on to this at all times.
Selling mountain passes.”
Chicken and Dog City and Baiyan City have a good relationship with Toutiao City. Moreover, City Master Liu of Chicken and Dog City originally intended for this person to be a guest there.
And the Benmo City, which is always ridiculous and arrogant, has always had the worst relationship with Toutiao City. Let this unruly troublemaker just go there and cause trouble.
Chen Ping'an put away his hands and changed his words for no reason: "Then let's treat this deal as unfinished. Let me exchange a small question with Miss Qin. Where is Shao Baojuan's city lord?"
Qin Zi breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's Rongmao City, one of the four lower cities."
Chen Ping'an looked at the other party's expression and asked with a smile: "Is it true that with the pass from Toutiao City, I may not be able to go to Rongmei City now?"
Qin Zi all nodded.
Shao Baojuan is the lord of a city, so of course he can thank guests behind closed doors.
Chen Pingan released the mountain ticket from his fingertips, and the words on the front and back disappeared between heaven and earth.
But the genuine cyan talisman paper remained in Chen Pingan's hands.
Qin Zidu said bitterly: "It would be better if Chen Jianxian was really the pedantic and rigid person that the city lord thinks."
What she meant was, of course, that this shrewd and calculating Mr. Chen was not a businessman but a swordsman, which was too shameful.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "It is precisely because of this that I was able to walk here step by step, sit here on the steps of the pavilion, talk politely to Miss Qin, and do the business of being friendly and making money."
Qin Zi was puzzled, but he didn't think deeply about it. He just regarded the young swordsman's words as nonsense.
Chen Pingan stood up, walked down the steps, and turned to look at
The plaque said softly: "It's so good to get a name. Stop at one pavilion in life and walk slowly and don't be in a hurry."
Qin Zi all sneered. If he liked it so much, why did he do the deal and return the pavilion to Toutiao City? Being able to put down roots here for passers-by is like having an extra life-saving talisman. Du Xiucai, Qingniu Taoist and others
, but they all managed to save their own family fortunes with great difficulty, and compared to a nearly physical land like Qie Ding Pavilion, which is unique and mysterious, it just sounds mysterious and looks fancy, it is still far inferior.
This pavilion.
He only has the single leaf of the sycamore tree left in his hand now. He will be able to come here in the future, but the temporary pavilion has been returned to its original owner.
However, Qin Zi vaguely remembered that when this man heard that the lord of his city was Li Julang on the streets of Toutiao City, there was a bright light in his eyes.
However, the young man soon became a little embarrassed. Maybe it was because he had been practicing so well in his life and had never been so ignored in public? There was a hint of sadness in his eyes, but it was fleeting, as if it had never happened before. Qin Zidu was because of
I was tired of Mo Ding'er from that chicken and dog city, but I was really curious about the passing swordsman in this entry city, so I saw these subtle details clearly.
Qin Zi remembered something again without any reason. It seemed that when the city lord went to see the green-robed swordsman twice, the young foreigner walked side by side with Li Julang. He stopped talking several times and kept looking at him secretly from the corner of his eye.
Only after the city lord took out the mountain buying ticket, the young swordsman returned to his normal expression and started doing business.
Before the city lord showed up and went to the street, the deputy city lord joked that the young man seemed to have a very calm temperament. Logically speaking, he shouldn't be so impatient. It seemed that he was going to get out of Tiaocheng one by one with "Sexual Evil Chapter" in one mouthful.
, Juro, you are so angry.
A courtyard is less than three acres, and there is only one hill of land, so it is called Mustard Seed.
Ning Yao stepped out with his sword and came to the entrance of the small garden. His eyes were unusually sharp and unreasonable.
She has nothing to do with Toutiao City or Li Juro.
But Chen Pingan has.
Once on the city top of her hometown, under the three bright moons, Ning Yao sat next to that man. Whenever he had some free time, he would often pick up some of the books collected around him, most of which were the writings of writers accumulated in his early years. Among them,
There is a "Painting Book". Of course Chen Ping'an never told her about Qingniu Taoist Priest, but he lay on the top of the city, often took out the painting book to bask in the moonlight, occasionally raised his head, and swore to Ning Yao that this Li
Juro is truly a man among the gods. Except for one thing that he cannot learn, his other knowledge is really fascinating and amazing. So on his bamboo slips, he engraved the "Guidelines for Making Friends" word for word. "Xiuti
"Feng Houshi, let's get drunk together in the evening" is also beautifully written. Li Julang's talk about the difference between scholarly articles and legendary dramas is even more excellent. It turns out that the truth is similar to reasoning with others.
Especially Li Julang's business, he is even more outstanding. It's just that when it comes to engraving books for booksellers in other places, he is a little less generous. It's a pity that I can't meet this Mr. Li, otherwise I really have to ask.
Is this Juro really that poor and down-trodden? Is it true that he can't fulfill his destiny? When Mr. Li was born, did he really meet an immortal to help him tell fortunes? Is it true that the stars have descended to the earth? The ancestral home is too small.
, was it born smoothly after moving to the family ancestral hall? If Li Julang is easy to talk to, we have to ask again, after Mr. became successful and shined on the lintel, did he ever repair the ancestral hall? Maybe he can give birth to that child in the plaques of the two ancestral halls.
Where's the incense man?
Ning Yao couldn't understand, how could such a Li Julang be allowed to talk endlessly on the city wall?
So what if I actually meet Li Juro when I arrive at this city? Do you still want to ask Mr. Li about all the doubts he had in the past?
Li Julang and the old scholar who served as the deputy city lord walked out of the mustard seed garden in the scroll together.
Li Julang frowned and asked, "Is something wrong?"
Ning Yao nodded and said, "Something's wrong."
Li Julang smiled and asked, "What's the matter?"
Ning Yao turned to look at the white-haired old man and said, "It has nothing to do with the old man. I would like to ask you to move aside."
The old scholar smiled and said: "Okay, okay, as it should be."
Li Julang immediately reached out and grabbed his old friend's sleeve. The old scholar waved his sleeve vigorously and left.
In an instant, the world was filled with sword light.
As a result, a huge hole was opened in the entire night boat by a sword light. The scribe on the top of the mountain sighed, and with a slight thought, he repaired the defects in the ferry.
Fortunately, the existence of this ferry is similar to the Great Wall of Sword Qi in the past.
This is also one of the fundamentals of night sailing. The word "interaction" in the ferry culture that Chen Ping'an realized in Toutiao City is also one of them.
The monk on the futon also opened his eyes, stretched, and was about to get up. The middle-aged scribe smiled and said, "No need yet."
The white-haired old man returned to where he was and couldn't help but laugh. He saw the city lord Li Julang holding a tattered book of paintings in his hand. Fragments of pages kept coming from all directions in the world.
The old scholar marveled and said jokingly: "Being asked about swordsmanship by the best person in the world can be regarded as a good story for our city. Thinking about it, I am reluctant to resign from the position of deputy city lord and become a hundreds of people again.
That’s the year.”
Stop at the pavilion.
Ning Yao took a step forward, returned to this place, sheathed his sword and put it back in the box, saying, "I've seen the mustard seed garden, and there's nothing good about it."
Chen Pingan smiled and nodded, rubbing his cheeks with both hands, inevitably feeling a little regretful, "That's it."
Then Chen Ping'an would pick up the sycamore leaf and take Ning Yao to the inn in the city. He just hoped that Xiao Mili would not follow Pei Qian's example and kowtow when meeting him.
Ning Yao suddenly said: "Don't you say goodbye to Miss Biyu?"
Chen Pingan was speechless.
Qin Zidu managed a smile and said tremblingly: "No need."
The sycamore leaf in Chen Ping'an's hand flashed with light, and he and Ning Yao arrived at the gate of the city and walked towards the inn in the city together.
There is no night ban in Toutiao City, but compared to the hustle and bustle on the streets during the day, it is still a little deserted. There are no stalls on the streets, and all the shops are closed. There are only a few restaurants with lights and noise.
Ning Yao was silent for a moment and said, "I shouldn't have drawn the sword."
Chen Pingan held her hand and said, "There is nothing right or wrong about things that are contradictory."
Ning Yao looked at the streets on both sides, "Is this a city where knowledge can be sold for money?"
Chen Pingan nodded and said with a smile: "Very good, he is indeed Li Julang."
When they arrived at the door of the inn, Pei Qian and Xiao Mili were waiting at the door.
Xiaomi Li, who had been pretending to be calm all the time, suddenly became anxious. With a smile on his face that had been strained for too long, he looked stupidly at the woman next to the good man mountain master. He pulled Pei Qian's sleeves hard with one hand and stamped his feet hard.
The smile didn't change at all, and he said hurriedly: "Pei Qian, Pei Qian, otherwise I'd better kowtow, otherwise I always feel that the etiquette is not enough."
Pei Qian stood on tiptoe, waved to his master and his wife from afar, and whispered: "It's really not necessary."
Xiaomi Li could no longer hold back her smiling face and said with a grimace, "You really don't need it?"
Pei Qian rubbed the head of the little girl in black and said softly: "It's really unnecessary. From now on, when Cao Qinglang and Jing Qing are around, you can kowtow to make up for it when you see the teacher's wife."
The little girl scratched her face and remembered.
Ning Yao shook his wrist, and Chen Pingan had no choice but to let go.
When they arrived at the inn, Ning Yao nodded to Pei Qian first, and Pei Qian smiled and called his wife.
Ning Yao bent down and rubbed Xiao Mili's head, and said with a smile: "In my hometown, everyone knows that Dumb Lake Wine can make many sword immortals become speechless and have no choice but to continue drinking."
Xiao Mi Li nodded vigorously, then took a step back, quickly reached into his sleeve with one hand, and finally took out a large handful of melon seeds, raised it high above his head, offered it with both hands, and said loudly: "Mrs. Mountain Lord, please eat melon seeds!"
Ning Yao was a little surprised.
Chen Pingan held back his laughter.
Inside the Hundred Thousand Mountains, on the top of the mountain, there was one Fourteenth Realm and one Ascension Realm. As a result, there was only one hut. It was probably just the old blind man’s shelter. It was probably also considered as a place of cultivation. Now it has received only one
If you are a founding disciple who is half a master, then you must have a place to stay.
It’s really not that Li Huai is not used to the hard life, but that he has traveled a lot in the world, especially when he was with Pei Qian. He heard a lot of all kinds of deceptions in the world, and saw a lot of martial arts-style people trying to make ends meet.
It's easy. No matter how you look at it, you feel like you have fallen into a charlatan's den. You see the old man in yellow with nimble legs and legs. He is running around, chopping firewood and wood in order to build a brand new hut. It is said that he is a dignified Ascension Realm monk.
Who believes in these activities? Li Huai doesn’t believe it anyway.
At that time, I could only feel sympathy for Li Huai, and he couldn't help but feel sorry for the hard work of the old man Longshan Gong, and... he had no fixed place to live. Li Huai said that we could live in two rooms in the new thatched hut, and he could build one.
Take the handles and build a shelter together, as long as it can protect you from wind and rain.
As a result, when the old man in yellow heard that Li Huai wanted to help, it was almost like a dispute. The old man spoke righteously and refused to give in. He said that the young master was a rich man, how could he touch these low-level jobs with his hands?
How dare he live with the young master? It would only disturb the young master's study. Besides, it was actually quite cool over the fence.
So while the old man was busy, Li Huai squatted aside and had a conversation. Only then did he find out that this senior Ascension Realm veteran with the Taoist name Longshang Gong, temporarily named Gulu, had been wandering around the world for more than ten years, just for the sake of
Chat with him for a few words. Li Huai couldn't help but ask the senior what he was trying to do? The old man almost shed ten pounds of bitter tears on the spot. He drank the wine, lowered his head to chop wood, and looked as lonely as a lonely mountaintop.
It turns out that this old man in yellow, although he is now known as Longsangong, actually had countless incarnations and aliases in the wild world, such as Taoting, Hejun, Gengyun, plus the current couple... they all sound elegant.
.
It's just that every time Li Huai didn't know what the old man said was wrong, a series of firecrackers would sound inexplicably, and then he would be forced to reveal his original shape and roll around on the ground, or he would be kicked off the top of the mountain by the old blind man who was half a master.
It was so rough, and it took a lot of effort to wait until the hut was built. As expected, it was only Li Huai's residence, because the opposite room became Li Huai's study. After Li Huai took a look at those troublesome books, the old man asked him what he was missing.
I can help you find books and make up for them. No matter how rare the rare book is, as long as it is available in the wild world, it will be no problem. At that time, Li Huai felt that there was a reason for this old man to be in the world. I, Li
Is Huaixiang a piece of reading material?
Today in the study room, an old man in yellow who gave himself the pseudonym "Wu Fengshi" moved a chair and sat at the door. He didn't dare to disturb his young master's studies and became a sage. After a long silence, he saw Li Huai put down the book in his hand.
, rubbing the center of his brow, the old man said in sincere admiration: "Young Master is not very old, and his state of mind is really stable. He is indeed born with magic. Unlike me, who is thousands of years older, I really live like a dog."
As for why he was named Wu Fengshi, of course it was to bring good luck and good omen. I hope that with the addition of Uncle Li Huai, he can get some light and follow the changing times.
Li Huai put down his book and said honestly: "I don't take it seriously when it comes to accepting disciples or becoming disciples. No matter why the blind old man is willing to accept disciples, I am still the same me. If I disappoint him, I'm sorry, but I can still
How. Of course I'm happy that I didn't disappoint him. The old blind man who is half a master doesn't need to thank me anyway. He is already half a master and a disciple. What are you being polite about?"
Hearing the blind calligraphy made the old man in yellow tremble with fear. The old man Li Huai was probably fine. He had to keep it to himself.
The old man felt that he had to do something, so he quickly stood up, shook his sleeves, and threw a lot of objects on the desk.
Cut out strips from the osmanthus bushes in the vast and cold mountains, collect the essence of fire and light, and refine it into a penholder.
There was an open cursive calligraphy book with a poem on it and a drawing in it, which showed a coral pen holder. The old man twisted the coral pen holder between his fingers, and it came out and placed it gently on the table.
There is also an old dragon Hengzuma inkstone with a rather impressive inscription: Raise jade bones, treasures for thousands of years, the owner uses them to create strange lights.
There is also a jasper lotus pond with a clear and interesting brush, inscribed "Nen Taoist", the brush is gentle, slender and pleasant.
Li Huai asked in confusion: "What are you doing, old man?"
Li Huai could still roughly tell the quality of the things on the table.
Just like this, Li Huai's heart became more and more complaining. There is no end to it. I am here to enjoy the mountains and rivers. It's enough for you, the old man, to pretend to read books every day. Is it possible that I have to practice calligraphy in an elegant way?
Can't paint?
The old man in yellow clothes also said with a flattering look on his face: "Young master is a scholar who has not been seen for thousands of years. This little greeting gift is not a sign of respect or respect."
It is hard to imagine that this is an Ascension Realm Great Demon who is famous in the wild world.
Among the former Great Demons of the Throne, he was very familiar with Fei Fei's wife, Huang Luan who had been buddies but fell out with each other, and the old deaf boy.
The little girl from Jin Cuicheng has quite a story with him.
Even Mr. Dong from the Great Wall of Sword Qi was chased and bitten by it when he was traveling in the wild world.
As for A Liang, let alone him. As long as he passed Shiwan Mountain every time, the old blind man would let him go.
Therefore, his most famous pseudonym is Na Taoting.
Taoting in the wild world, Gu Qingsong in the vast world.
These two are well-known all over the world.
The old blind man put his hands behind his back, walked into the hut, stood at the door of the house, glanced at the objects on the table, and frowned at the watchdog: "You are so fancy, you are carrying bones home all over the street, are you looking for death?"
The old man in yellow's eyelids trembled when he heard this. He was sincere and his good intentions failed, but he was loyal.
His liver and gallbladder, his passionate heart, were doused with cold water.
Li Huai stood up, helped the old man out of trouble, and asked with a smile: "I don't even have a name, so I can't really call you old blind man every day, right?"
The old blind man smiled and said: "The old blind man is pretty good, just shout."
Li Huai gave a thumbs up and said: "It's getting more and more appetizing! I'm more than half a master!"
The old man in yellow glanced at the old blind man whose old face was about to smile like a flower, and then at Li Huai who wanted to die every time. Finally, thinking about his bleak situation, he felt that this life was really hopeless.
pass.
On this day, there was rare smoke and smoke on the top of the mountain. Finally, a large pot of stew was placed on the table, steaming hot and fragrant.
At first, Li Huai was too embarrassed to take down his chopsticks. However, when he saw the old blind man taking the lead in taking down his chopsticks, and the old man in yellow taking his chopsticks unambiguously, Li Huai became rude.
The old blind man glanced sideways, and the old man in yellow immediately took the bowl and left the table. Li Huai stepped on the bench, put a large piece of dog meat with chopsticks into the bowl, slapped the table and said angrily: "What, old blind man?
Do you still have any sense of loyalty?!"
Li Huai smiled at the old man again, supported him and said: "Don't get up, let's just sit and eat. Don't worry about the old blind man. We are all a family. We are showing off our prestige to anyone here every day."
After all, you have to be soft-spoken.
Of course, it's not really dog meat cut from the body of the old man in yellow. Among these hundreds of thousands of mountains, there are still some delicacies. Otherwise, Li Huai would really not dare to hold down half of his chopsticks and would be so scared.
The old man in yellow thought for a while and felt that it would be safer for him to take the bowl outside the door. It would not be an eyesore and he could eat a full bowl. He never thought that the old blind man sneered and said: "Leave the meat on the table and don't eat it. Go dig the soil outside the door."
Eat shit?"
The old man in yellow clothes felt sad and happy for a moment, so he had to lower his head and eat the meat silently. Hey, it seemed to taste pretty good, and it was salty and salty. Li Huai, this little bastard, was really good at his craftsmanship.
The old blind man didn't take off his chopsticks much, chewed slowly, and suddenly said: "You will follow Li Huai when he returns to his hometown. You can weigh the pros and cons yourself. Once you've done it, the old score will be settled."
As for what will happen if you don't do it well, the old blind man doesn't even bother to say.
The old man in yellow nodded vigorously. Seeing Li Huai pick up a chopstick for the old blind man sitting at the main seat, he followed his example and quickly picked up a big piece of meat for Uncle Li.
Suddenly I realized that hanging out with Uncle Li was pretty cool. Isn’t this just like eating a pot of meat on an equal footing with the old blind man?
But later, the old man in yellow, who had very good eyesight, discovered that every time Li Huai gave the old blind man his chopsticks, he seemed to be giving them to another old man.
The young man had a smile on his face and talked a lot of nonsense, but he was still not sophisticated enough because his eyes did not hide his words.
On the sky of the Divine Continent of Middle-earth, a figure the size of a mustard seed suddenly appeared and fell straight down.
While falling, the man spread his hands and kept spinning.
He landed lightly on the ground and bowed his head.
Put the fingers of one hand together and put them against your forehead, and raise the palm of one hand backward.
As for whether this posture is cool or unrestrained in the eyes of outsiders, it's hard to say.
Anyway, it was the way to appear that he had thought about for a long time.
But this damn thing is in the square of the Zhongtu Confucian Temple.
A sage who accompanied the worship of the Confucian Temple just glanced at him and chose to turn a blind eye. He also asked the gentlemen and sages nearby to ignore this person and not to get close to him.
Only an old scholar left the Merit Forest and showed up here. He was very applauded. He turned his head, covered his face with one hand, and waved: "Where did you come from? Come on, hurry up, put away your arrogance, dragon."
"Tiger step."
The man looked aggrieved and called out to "Old Scholar". The two hurriedly walked towards each other and shook hands. The old scholar sighed and shook his head vigorously, "In those days, we had so many friendships, but only you could agree with us."
The man sighed with emotion: "A handshake among thousands of people will make my sleeves fragrant for three years."
Poetry fight? The old scholar really has a short memory and found the wrong opponent.
The old scholar's eyes lit up and he lowered his voice and said, "I've never heard of it before. Where did you get it from? Can you borrow it from me?"
The man looked embarrassed and said, "It's a humble work. I came up with it on the spur of the moment. I took it from there. What's the point of being polite between brothers?"
Whoever borrows is not borrowing, and both will be scolded.
The two of them hugged each other, but they didn't look like brothers in distress who were about to hold each other's arms and cry.
The old scholar beat the guy's back hard and said in wonder: "Brother A Liang, the tendons on this body are stronger than before."
The sloppy man with a stubble on his face wailed: "Old scholar, old scholar, I miss you so much. I almost burped in my stomach. I finally got rid of that turtle shell, but my life is still miserable these years."
, when I mention this, I can’t help but burst into tears.”
The old scholar hit the man's back harder, "It's hard work, both of us have worked hard, it's not easy, even good brothers don't have it easy!"
A Liang asked while coughing: "Old scholar, why do you seem to have lost weight, but you have gained weight? Is it because you have a big chest and a heart for the world?!"
The old scholar let go of his hand and complained: "Just tell the embarrassing truth."
A Liang spat and smoothed his hair. He didn't have much hair, so he managed to tie it into a small bun.
In fact, it's no wonder he doesn't like to hang out here, he doesn't even have a girl.
As a well-deserved descendant of the Four Saints' Mansion, the number of times he has taken the initiative to come here is indeed very few.
In addition, every time I was either brought over to confront people and reasoned with, or called over to apologize.
Only the old scholar is not idle every time. He will definitely be the first to jump out and deliberately take the opponent's side. It seems that everyone has been greatly wronged. The old scholar has the loudest voice and shouts the most fiercely. He can fan the flames, or
The yin and yang ghosts speak to the enemy, or they say harsh words, saying that they will chop this guy to death and imprison him in Gongdelin for a few years, which is not enough.
Anyway, Aliang got used to it later on. As long as he saw the old scholar present, he would just look sincere, bow his head and admit his mistakes, and get angry with anyone who stopped him from apologizing. But in those years before the old scholar became the sage who accompanied him to worship.
Here, Aliang would never be so easy to talk to, and would often even be too lazy to pay attention to the invitations from the Confucian Temple. Even if the Yasheng personally took him to the Confucian Temple for accountability, at most he would remain silent and do nothing.
There is no need for Ah Liang to apologize to anyone today. The old scholar seems to be a bit idle and uncomfortable. He sighed, and then asked doubtfully: "Why did you come so late? Didn't you go back to Haoran a long time ago? You were wandering around Liuxia Continent.
What?"
A Liang pointed to the top of his head and said helplessly: "Grow some hair at least, otherwise I will only let the girls look at and feel pity for me wherever I dare to go. Didn't I arrive at Liuxia Continent first and just want to go to Sister Congqian to reminisce about the past?"
Well, I never thought that she was not at home. I heard that she went to the old site of Yulong Sect and hadn't been home for several years. I asked Sister Congqian's disciples to help Feijian deliver a letter, and she quickly replied.
It's concise and concise, just two words, wait! Listen to it, old scholar, is it very sincere?"
The old scholar stamped his feet, helped A Liang and lamented: "Then you should just wait."
A Liang chuckled and said, "Wait, wait, I'm afraid that once we meet, it's better to say goodbye than a newlywed, and Sister Cong Qian will lose control."
The old scholar followed and laughed.
A Liang suddenly fell silent and looked at this skinny old man who had never been tall.
The old scholar cannot go anywhere now.
Compared with the time when I was imprisoned in Gong De Lin, it is different.
The two of them walked to the steps in front of the Confucian Temple and sat down together.
A Liang told some interesting anecdotes on the way here. He said that in a restaurant in Liuxiazhou, he learned from the old scholar that he didn't pay for meals and drinks, and he couldn't write an IOU, so he shouted angrily and took a pen. . He wanted to leave a piece of calligraphy to help write the plaque. After the pen and ink were served, the few words he wrote were so energetic that he wrote them more carefully than the carvings on the city wall. It's just that the shopkeeper didn't know what he was doing. I asked for food, drinks, and paper money all at once, so I had to pay for it first.
He also said that at a Xianjia ferry with fluttering colorful skirts and many embroidered shoes, he happened to hear a bunch of people talking about him, which made him feel a little embarrassed, especially the two little girls. The beautiful eyes seem to be filled with the two opinions of A Liang and elder brother, making people drunk as if they drank fine wine. And you, old scholar, know this person best, and you can’t tolerate others praising you so much. He straightened his clothes, leaned over with an empty wine bowl, and spoke honestly to them, saying that the Fourteenth Realm Sword Cultivator was really nothing special and didn't mean much...
In the end, he praised the bald guy and said why the hell didn't he just say that the second guy wasn't really invincible?
Now that everything had been said to the other party, he had to sit there for a while and listened to the drinkers chatting a few more words. The two sides had a great time chatting. He was busy calling each other brothers and had some food to go with the wine. In the end, he felt really tired. I couldn't stand the adoring gazes of those girls, and I was worried about incurring unnecessary love debts, so I put down the wine bowl and left the restaurant. I stopped with a very elegant look, looked up at the sunset, and then became a more knowledgeable Leng Buding. Taking long strides, walking alone on the street, leaving behind only a lonely figure that broke the woman's heart, and...that alcohol debt that was accidentally forgotten?
The old scholar gently patted the knee of the man next to him and praised: "Okay, okay, the style is still the same, and I haven't discounted it."
A Liang laughed loudly.
The slovenly man with short hair told the old scholar many interesting stories about his travels.
He said that he went to the sky and met Mr. Yu who was working hard to unite the Dao Xinghe there. He did not talk about the fourteen realms, so as not to hurt Mr. Yu who was older but had average cultivation aptitude. .
He just said that he has always been jealous of all the friends around him. Why do they have such a handsome and charming friend, but I, A Liang, don’t have one? After hearing this, I didn’t say anything for a long time. Maybe it was called guilt. And feel ashamed of yourself.
It's just that Mr. Yu said something at the end, quite like a scholar.
It is said that what can make an old man miss his hometown is his hometown, and even his childhood and youth.
The only thing A Liang didn't say was where he stopped at Liuxiazhou.
It was a mass grave in the wilderness. Not to mention the aura of heaven and earth, there was no evil spirit at all. The man sat cross-legged, making fists with both hands and gently pressing his knees. He did not speak or drink. He was just alone. I sat there and took a nap until dawn, when the sun rose in the east and the sky and the earth were bright, then I opened my eyes, as if it was a new day.
No matter what A Liang said.
The old scholar sat aside and listened carefully. It seemed that it had always been like this. As long as someone else was talking, no matter whether it was reasonable or unreasonable, big or small, interesting or boring, the old man was always like this, with a serious expression and great patience, waiting for others to finish speaking.
, the old scholar will say his own words again.
Maybe only such an old man can teach such a disciple, the first disciple Cui Chan, the left and right disciples, Qi Jingchun, Jun Qian, and the last disciple Chen Ping'an.
A Liang asked softly: "That idiot on your left and right hasn't come back from the sky yet?"
The old scholar hummed.
In that outer world where fists, feet and swords can be used at will.
The two people facing each other in the air were surrounded by bright spots of distant stars.
A little girl with braids was holding half of her own wrist in her hand. While adjusting the wounds, she glared at the man and said, "Is that enough?! Do you have to stop me from going to the wild world?! Believe it or not, you pissed me off.
Just crash into Nan Posuo Continent or Tongye Continent and let your poor husband finish it off?!"
Wearing a green shirt, his face was expressionless, holding a sword in one hand, and his sword aura was unrestrained, "Please go."
After finally borrowing the slender wrist from Sloppy Seam for the time being, Xiao Xun shook his arm and said with a bright smile: "Then I won't bother your husband anymore. I'll change places and go to the Luoluo Mountain in Aquarius Island to pay me a visit.
Look at our hidden official?!"
The swords were handed out from left to right.
At a ferry in the wild world, the great Mohist who guarded Nanbosu Island with Chen Chun'an, a scholar, was alone here, one person built the city and the other defended the city, without any delay.
A burly man, accompanied by a little spirit, came from the sea to the wild world, and then traveled here. Along the way, he deliberately avoided the forces on the mountains and only looked at the mountains and rivers.
Liu Shiliu raised his head and looked at the strange city that "grew on its own".
The little elf on the side who calls himself the King of Cyclones looks like a child and is carrying a big package. It’s not what the master next to him asked for. All the things inside are the things the elf can’t bear to throw away. Now he is standing on the edge of the ferry tremblingly. The voice said: "Master, the book says that doing more is worse than doing less. It seems that we have to take a detour."
The little elf couldn't help complaining: "Let's go, master, when will it be over?"
Liu Shiliu smiled and said: "Originally, I wanted to bring you here to meet your junior uncle, but I can't do it now. It seems I have to walk a lot more."
The little elf lamented, "Fanfanfanfan. It would be nice if I could see my junior uncle earlier."
Liu Shiliu smiled and nodded, "After passing the Sword Qi Great Wall, master will find a ferry and it will be easier."
The little elf said: "Master, I don't have fairy money!"
Liu Shiliu rubbed the little guy's head and said, "I have the same moral character as your junior uncle. He is unambiguous in big things, but he is very careful in small things."
The little elf suddenly felt a little uneasy and whispered: "Master, I am just a little elf. My uncle is the great hermit official of the Sword Qi Great Wall. Will he dislike me?"
Liu Shiliu smiled and said: "No. He is your junior uncle."
The little elf hesitated for a moment, "Where's Uncle Master? Where's Uncle Qi? I really can't see you?"
Liu Shiliu hummed, "There's nothing we can do about it."