Chapter seven hundred and ninety-eight a sword breaks all laws
As the ferry approached Parrot Island, Chen Ping'an turned to look at the young Taoist who was spitting with Liu Chicheng, and asked: "I heard that the senior is familiar with Jincuicheng?"
Jin Cui City's robe refining craftsmanship is superb and famous, otherwise the black dragon robe that the great demon on the throne would not use the unique secret method of dividing yin and yang through Jin Cui City's waterways.
The Caique Mansion relied on a piece of Chen Ping'an, and then through the Jincuicheng robe handed over by Mi Yu, and its financial resources greatly helped the Caique Mansion, which was originally located in a corner, to show signs of becoming a top-notch fairy mansion in Luzhou, Beiju.
The Dali Dynasty alone, through the matchmaking of Wei Shanjun of Piyun Mountain, customized thousands of robes with the Caique Mansion in one fell swoop. The Dali Song family gave them to various landscape gods and the City God Wenwu Temple. This made the female nuns of the Caique Mansion
, now they all have the nickname of Weaving Lady. Anyway, sewing and refining robes is the practice of the Qi practitioners of Caique Mansion.
Luo Luo Shan also made a profit through the established account with Cai Que Mansion. Every five years, a large sum of Guyu money would be pocketed, which would be recorded in the book by Wei Wenlong and collected into the treasury.
The head of the Caique Mansion is Wuyu. Every time she goes to Niujiaoshan Ferry to deliver money, she walks with trepidation all the way on the ferry. She is afraid of encountering those bandits who cut off the path of the monks of the Fifth Realm and board the cross-continental ferry of the Pima Sect.
In the end, it was better, but she had to walk particularly nervously on the mountainous journey from Caique Mansion to Skeleton Beach, because there was only one "Jindan Sword Xiu Yumi" by her side, who escorted her to the Skeleton Beach ferry several times.
Wuya would ask repeatedly, do you really not need the help of the Pima Sect monks to escort you? Your Luolu Mountain has a good relationship with the Pima Sect anyway, so it is not excessive to pay someone to go to Caique Mansion to be safe, right? Mi Yu said that Hua
Why are you wasting your money and squandering the love between the mountain master and the Pima Sect? He is here.
Wu Yan couldn't help but ask that man whose appearance was in the fifth realm, but whose realm was only golden elixir. If someone really robbed money halfway, whose fault would it be?
Miyu smiled and replied, "If you really lose your money, it's mine."
When a good-looking man talks big words, even if he makes people dislike him, he cannot be disliked.
Wu Yan was helpless, the money belonged to Luo Po Shan, and Luo Po Shan didn't even care about it, so why should she worry?
Fortunately, there were no accidents when she sent money to Luopo Mountain several times. After all, Pima Zong Ferry and Dali Beiyun Piyun Mountain were both amulets.
As for the Great Wall of Sword Qi, the rice embroidery of the middle five realms, the rice embroidery of the upper five realms, the stories of mountains and rivers far away in the horizon, and the man next to me right before my eyes, his surname is Yu and his last name is Mi, he comes from Luolu Mountain, the two are fighting each other with eight poles.
An irrelevant relationship.
Chen Ping'an knew very well that the robe that had become the largest treasure trove in Caique Mansion and the largest "windfall" in Luolu Mountain was as high in quality as the lowest-ranking god Chenglu Jia in the Military Academy. It could be even higher.
To take a step forward, how to do it? Naturally, we have to go to the Jincuicheng in the wild world to learn about our ancestors and make further progress in the refining skills.
It’s just that the monks from Jincuicheng have never crossed the Great Wall of Sword Qi to go to Haoran. In the booklet that was handed over to the Dali Dynasty, Chen Ping’an reminded Dali that they must seize the robes produced by Jincuicheng on the battlefield. The more the better, for sure
To dismantle more spell restrictions, it is best to capture a few Jincuicheng monks. The higher the level, the better.
As if facing a formidable enemy, the young Taoist hurriedly denied it and said: "We are not familiar with each other. We haven't communicated with each other for hundreds or even thousands of years. How can we be familiar with each other? The opening ceremony of all the golden elixir female cultivators in Jin Cuicheng's branch house, even the city owner who has been there for three hundred years,
At the celebration of becoming an immortal in front of me, all the ladies who looked up to me ran to watch the ceremony in person. Did Yinguan ever hear that Tao Ting showed up to congratulate you? Nothing happened."
Chen Ping'an smiled and nodded: "I see. That's not what is written in the secret file at the Summer Palace, but I probably read it wrong. I will look through it carefully later to see if I have misunderstood my senior."
The young Taoist looked aggrieved as he had not eaten the hot shit.
The heroism and heroic spirit earned in the Ascension Realm Nanguang was arbitrarily given back to this black-hearted hidden official.
Taoist Nen quickly weighed the pros and cons in his mind and asked tentatively: "Yin Guan has a grudge against Jincuicheng? There are no monks in Jincuicheng to intrude on Haoran."
Chen Ping'an shook his head and said: "There is no grudge between public and private. This junior is just fascinated by the refining of the robes in Jincuicheng."
In fact, on the chariot that traveled to the Great Wall of Sword Qi in the north, there was a group of demon female cultivators, Yingying Yanyan, among whom there were both junior members of the family from Da Yaoguan Lane, and a female cultivator from Jincui City, because she had
That robe is very eye-catching.
The young Taoist suddenly said: "That's right. I heard that every time Yin Guan goes to the battlefield, he wears more clothes."
Chen Ping'an hesitated for a moment and said in his heart: "If the senior can come up with enough Jin Cuicheng refining secrets, I can give you a half-component account."
The young Taoist raised his hand and wiped his mouth. Mr. Yin Guan is really a good joker. I almost laughed out loud.
The key point is that the dividend is only half percent. Do you think you are just sending me away as a beggar? 50% is still about the same.
Chen Ping'an continued: "At the Confucian Temple, in addition to refining and casting a certain military armor pill in large quantities, it is possible to create three to five types of standard robes, because the quantity is still high, and the quality does not need to be too high.
Similar to the Clothes Shop of the Sword Qi Great Wall in the early years, there is a Caique Mansion in Luzhou, Beiju, and you have the opportunity to occupy one of them. Young fellow Taoist, I know you are not short of money, but the money in the world is clean and flowing.
The most valuable thing, I believe this truth, seniors know it better than me, not to mention that at the Confucian Temple, making money by doing this is still a small meritorious thing. Even if the seniors are brilliant and have no merits, they will probably be favored by the Confucian Temple.
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Of course, Manhuang Peach Pavilion is not short of money. They are all at the peak of the Ascension Realm, and they are not short of realm cultivation. So what does "Haoran Nen Taoist" lack now? It's just a lack of peace of mind in the Haoran world.
Afraid of coming and going, in the final analysis, Taoting was still afraid that as an alien in the Confucian Temple, he would not be welcomed, and that the Confucian Temple would favor the great monk Haoran in many things that could be wrong or right.
So now, the young hermit official is helping the young Taoist to pave a winding road to invite incense. The longer the journey, the more sincere the heart will be, and the easier it will be to pass the new year.
Taoist Nen's expression became solemn, and he said slowly from his heart: "The Golden Cui City is a place that is free from the world. This is not my nonsense. As for the city owner Yuanhu, he is a monk who doesn't like to fight and kill, let alone me.
Nonsense, otherwise she wouldn't have taken the title of 'Five Flowers Scholar', there must be detailed records at the Summer Palace, so, Lord Yin Guan, is it possible?"
The words were vague.
Chen Ping'an understood in his heart and smiled: "It's hard to promise anything now. Otherwise, let alone the seniors who don't believe it, I feel insincere myself. But the seniors will help Jincuicheng find an escape route. If anything goes wrong, then the city lord Yuanhu will not be able to leave."
It is her own choice to take this path, and the senior is very kind and nostalgic."
Taoist Nen thought for a while and said, "I have to tell Li Huai's master later that the matter is too big and I don't dare to make my own decision."
In fact, to be honest, the old blind man rarely listens to these sesame and mung bean-sized things? But Taoting felt that this small talk between the two parties was being led by the young official, which was too shameful.
Chen Ping
An nodded and said: "Senior is older and has a mature and prudent approach to life."
The young Taoist remembered something and asked cautiously: "Master Yin Guan, when I sneaked out of Shiwanda Mountain to congratulate my aunt in Yuanhu for breaking the boundary, how did I find it at the summer palace? I remember my trip.
When you go out, be extremely careful, you shouldn't be able to spot me."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "I haven't written it before, I'm just talking nonsense."
The secret archives of the summer palace only mention that Peach Pavilion in Shiwanda Mountain has a good relationship with Yuanhu Lake in Jincuicheng City. Furthermore, Xiao Min, the hermit official of the previous generation, made an annotation on it with crooked handwriting: There is no doubt that she is a concubine.
The young Taoist smiled awkwardly.
Is it better to believe it or not to believe it? It seems neither is good.
Chen Pingan was silent for a moment and asked doubtfully: "Senior, don't you have any doubts about the half percent of the income? In fact, I really hope that I can ask for 10%."
Just as the young Taoist was about to speak, Chen Ping'an already looked sincere and said with emotion: "I never thought that the senior would be so generous and upright, but he didn't even mention this matter at all. The junior admires this. This mountain-top demeanor is so rare."
What else can the young Taoist do? He can only smile while stroking his beard, cursing in his heart.
But after a second thought, the young Taoist felt that he actually did not lose money and made a lot of money. Of course, the young man next to him would only make more.
The young Taoist held it in for a long time and said from his heart, "It's really refreshing to do business with Yin Guan."
Chen Pingan shook his head and said with a smile: "The younger generation is far inferior to the senior, because the senior is not a businessman at all, so he can be calm and relaxed when he is in the world."
This is true.
The young Taoist felt really refreshed now.
The ferry arranged by the Confucian Temple was moving slowly and could not get up quickly. Along the way, several ferries that left later for Parrot Island and Baofengzhai arrived at the ferry there earlier. They were all private ferries on the mountain. However, when passing by,
Intentionally or unintentionally, they changed the route and chose to take a slight detour. Obviously, they had a huge psychological shadow on the very bad-tempered Qingshan Sword Immortal and the even worse-tempered "young Taoist". No one wants to be the next one.
Immortal Yunzhao or Ascendant Realm Nanzhao, maybe if their eyes meet, they will hinder the other person's eyes, and then their own ferry will be struck by a sword?
There was only one private ferry belonging to the Qiu family of Liuxiazhou and Yuzhou. Instead of moving far away, Chen Ping'an took the initiative to salute the ferryboat with fists clasped from afar.
As a guest of the Qiu family, Lin Qing, who was wearing a green shirt on the ferry boat opposite, raised his hand and threw something. It was the landscape seal that had just been carved. The old man laughed in his heart and said: "Welcome to the Sword Immortal.
I’m a guest at Laokeng Blessed Land.”
Chen Pingan stretched out his hand to catch the seal, clasped his fists again, and said with a smile: "Yes, I will. In addition to asking Mr. Lin for knowledge on epigraphy, and shamelessly asking for a few Yuxuanzhai seal books, I must also eat the unparalleled Yuzhou hot pot before I agree."
Let’s go. You must spend money to buy the seal, but if the hot pot is not worthy of its name and disappointing, don’t expect me to pay a copper coin, maybe I won’t go to Yuzhou in the future.”
Lin Qing smiled and said, "It's no problem."
The two ferries parted ways.
Lin Qing and the Qiu brothers told each other about the sword immortal who wanted to eat hot pot. Qiu Shengong and Qiu Xuanji, two handsome men of the Qiu family in Yuzhou, looked at each other and smiled. Apart from anything else in their hometown of Yuzhou, hotpot attracted people the most.
Qiu Shengong asked: "Mr. Lin, is this unknown swordsman deliberately using this Yuzhou hot pot to get close to us, or is he really a glutton?"
Lin Qing smiled and said: "Does such a swordsman who doesn't even look down on Yunqiao need to deliberately establish a relationship with the Yuzhou Qiu family? Don't forget that the backer of Jiuzhenxian Pavilion is the Zhuolu who is discussing matters in the Confucian Temple
Song Zi, do you think he is polite?"
Qiu Xuanji smiled and said: "Then it's good to be in love. The ancestor is right. Foreigners who like our Yuzhou hotpot are probably not bad and worth making friends with."
Chen Ping'an looked at the Laokeng Tianhuang seal with excellent workmanship and materials, and it was very expensive. For the immortal masters and literati who like this thing, one tael of Tianhuang is equivalent to one tael of grain rain, and it is priceless but not marketable.
Seal: In the west of the golden sky, where the sun has disappeared, the immortal is drunk, coming from the moon cave, flying swords like rainbows, touching the south star with his feet to open the earth's veins, and turning the Beidou with his palms to shine at the Tianmen. Bottom: I have seen the green shirt.
Chen Pingan fell in love at first sight and immediately felt that the seal in his hand became heavier.
When the ferry docked at the Parrot Island Ferry, someone had been waiting there for a long time. They were a group of young boys and girls, all of whom carried swords on their backs. They were some of the eighteen swordsmen of the Dragon Elephant Sword Sect.
After Chen Pingan and his party disembarked, one of the girls plucked up the courage to walk out of the group alone and block the road.
As the guest minister of the Dragon Elephant Sword Sect, the blushing lady pretended not to know this young girl with excellent sword training qualifications. In the sect, she was the most courageous and the most fearless in talking to her master Qi Tingji. Lu Zhi was very fond of this little girl.
Have high hopes.
Chen Pingan stopped and asked, "Who are you?"
The girl blushed slightly, "I am a disciple of the Dragon Elephant Sword Sect, and my name is Wu Manyan."
Chen Pingan nodded slightly, indicating that he understood. Then?
He waited patiently for what was to come.
The girl blushed instantly, fearing that the hidden official of the Great Sword Wall, Mr. Chen in her heart, might misunderstand her name, so she quickly added: "It's the beauty of flowers blooming, the beautiful and ugly beauty of Yan."
Chen Pingan could only continue to nod. He still recognized this word.
She regretted it as soon as she said it. She did the most embarrassing opening in the world? How come she had forgotten the previous draft? Why couldn't she remember a single word?
Seeing that the girl neither spoke nor gave way, Chen Pingan smiled and asked, "Do you have a problem with me?"
The girl's forehead was covered with sweat. She shook her head vigorously, "No!"
She just wouldn't move.
In fact, walking here, just a few steps, exhausted all the girl's courage. Even though her heart kept telling herself to get out of the way quickly and not to delay Lord Yin Guan's business, she found that she couldn't walk at all.
Ah. Then the little girl's mind went blank. She felt that her life was over. She would definitely be regarded by Master Yinguan as someone who didn't know the importance of things, didn't understand etiquette at all, and was ugly. From now on, she would just stay in the sect and practice swordsmanship.
, ten years, dozens of years, a hundred years, hiding in the mountains and never leaving the house. Her life, apart from practicing swordsmanship, is meaningless.
Chen Ping'an didn't show the slightest hint of impatience, he just chuckled and said, "Practice your sword well."
Wu Manyan finally came back to her senses. The smile on her face was uglier than crying. She sniffed, turned aside to give way, lowered her head and murmured: "Okay."
Chen Ping'an was actually very embarrassed, so he bit the bullet and said to the little girl, "I can ask you, Mr. Lu, more about swordsmanship in the future."
Wu Manyan raised her head slightly, still not daring to look at the face with a warm smile, and she hummed.
The blushing lady sighed quietly in her heart, she is such a silly girl. At this moment, this girl seemed to have a cloud flying over her, resting on her face, her pretty face was like the morning glow.
Fortunately, a young man helped to rescue the siege, and said to the young hermit official: "My name is He Qiu Sheng, and I have reached the upper five realms in the future.
Let’s have a sword fight with Lord Yin Guan!”
Chen Pingan turned to look at the energetic young man carrying the sword, nodded and said with a smile: "Okay."
It seems that my relationship with the younger generation is also good.
After the two groups separated.
Wu Manyan wiped the sweat from her forehead and asked the young man: "What did you just say to Mr. Chen?"
He Qiusheng said: "The two sides have agreed that when I reach the Jade Pu realm, we will have a sword fight."
Wu Manyan asked doubtfully: "When you reach the fifth realm, Mr. Chen, shouldn't you be in the fourteenth realm? Why are you still fighting? Why do you ask about the sword?"
The young man said sadly: "Senior sister!"
Senior sister, you can't bully others like this just because I like you.
Wu Manyan shook her head and her ponytail swayed slightly. She looked at the back of the figure in the green shirt and suddenly felt that practicing swordsmanship on the mountain was very interesting.
Before he reached the Baggage Studio in Parrot Island, Chen Ping'an stopped and turned his head, looking to a high place in the distance. Two rays of sword light spread out, each going to one place.
One of the sword lights is the Parrot Island at your feet?
Chen Ping'an was a little confused, why did the senior brothers draw their swords? Who were they talking to about the sword, and it seemed that there were two postures? One was at Parrot Island, and the other was Panshui County.
Chen Ping'an saw with his own eyes that the sword light brought by the scabbard fell not far away.
As for ordinary monks, they are not advanced enough and have already instinctively closed their eyes, or simply turned their heads to avoid it, not daring to look at the bright sword light.
There is nothing unusual about Parrot Island itself, except that the river water around the island suddenly became shallower, making the originally small Parrot Island seem to have been revealed, with many of the mountain roots and ground veins exposed.
All the monks who had just arrived from Yuanyangzhu were complaining, what on earth was going on today, were they fighting wherever they went?
The young Taoist patted the shoulder of his friend beside him, "Fellow Taoist Liu, thank you for your blessing."
Wherever Master Liu Pavilion goes, there will be trouble.
Liu Chicheng smiled and said, "It's easy to talk about."
In a mansion on Parrot Island, Feng Xuetao, an Ascended Realm monk named Qingmi, is discussing matters with several friends on the mountain. The so-called friends are actually like the big dog-legger next to Nan Guangzhao, who can talk and know things interestingly.
Together they discussed how to spread their branches in Tongyezhou. Between words, except for the Liu family of Aaizhou, which needed a bit of courtesy, the other Yugui Sect was not worth mentioning.
On the other side of Panshui County, Jing Hao, the great monk of Liuxiazhou, the leader of a sect with the Taoist name Qinggong Taibao, is in a similar situation, but he has more helpers around him than Feng Xuetao, who was born as a wild cultivator.
They were chatting and laughing with the old Sect Leader Jing who was sitting on the main seat. Previously, everyone was very disapproving of the Yuanyangzhu who looked at the mountains and rivers, and the sword cultivator who was the leader of the four difficult ghosts on the mountain. Some people said that he was just a guy.
I only dare to fight with Yun Jiao. If I dare to come here, I won't even be able to get in.
An unsheathed long sword broke through the landscape restrictions of the house and hung in the courtyard. The tip of the sword pointed at the heroes on the mountain inside the house.
Jing Hao stopped holding the wine glass in his hand, squinted at the long sword outside the room, and looked at Yansheng, who was this unruly swordsman?
Someone in the room started to get up and curse, and came to the door, "Who doesn't have the guts to dare to disturb Mr. Jing's enjoyment of drinking?!"
A figure floated in the courtyard, stretched out his hand to gently hold the sword, and said calmly: "Left and right."
The man at the door seemed to have been strangled by the neck, his face was pale and colorless, and he could not say a word.
He said to the left and right: "I'm looking for Jing Hao. There are other people waiting. You can leave."
He glanced left and right at the one at the door and said, "You can stay."
The man was in a dilemma. He really wanted to say something to the Zuo Dajianxian, "Don't be like this. In fact, I can leave. I will be the first to leave."
Everyone here, even if they have never met Zuo Zuo, must have heard of Zuo Zuo's name.
The man outside the house is known as Haoran's master of swordsmanship, and is recognized as the scholar with the worst temper in Confucianism. He is neither of the two.
Jing Hao stood up, twisted the wine glass in his hand, and said with a smile: "Mr. Zuo, since I didn't know you before, you're not here to drink. But if you are here to talk to me, Jing Hao, about swordsmanship, that doesn't seem to be the case, right?"
Zuo Zuo said: "After the sword-fighting, you have the final say whether I drink or ask the sword."
Too lazy to continue talking nonsense.
He took a step forward from left to right, waved his sword casually, and handed out the first sword with the Qinggong Taibao who was said to have "reached the top of the eighty-year art path together".
The man at the door and everyone in the house used their special escape techniques one after another, and frantically fled from this place of right and wrong from both sides. There were all kinds of magic, magic and magical powers, which made it dazzling for a while.
But only the man at the door suddenly hovered at the top of the wall, because the surroundings were like a cage, filled with sword energy, creating a formidable world.
After holding out a sword from the left and right, without turning his head, he said to the man: "Why don't you admit your mistake and leave?"
The man immediately clasped his fists and lowered his head and said, "I was wrong!"
In an instant, the Jade Pu Realm monk was trapped by the sword energy and fell heavily on a roof several hundred feet away from Panshui County. Fortunately, his robes were only in pieces. After he stood up, he still held his fists in the distance and thanked him.
It took a while to escape.
Jing Hao threw out the wine glass in his hand, and the wine glass suddenly transformed into a miniature mountain. The wine in the glass turned into a long green river, like a belt surrounding the mountain. At the same time, between him and the left and right, a small world of hundreds of miles of mountains and rivers appeared.
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When you raise your hand, you can see the great avenue of the world in your sleeves.
However, they were all chopped open by a sword. A hundred miles away, the sword energy arrived in an instant.
Jinghao stretched out his fingers and twisted them together with an unusual cyan talisman.
After the slender sword energy was dispelled, the priceless talisman in the hands of the Qing Palace Taibao was also dissipated by the remnants of the sword energy and burned out quickly. The small talisman actually looked as bright as a galaxy.
I just don’t know how much swordsmanship he used with this casual sword attack?
Holding swords on the left and right, he stepped across the threshold and reminded: "Rise up, heaven and earth."
Jinghao had no choice but to create several interlocking small worlds, as if he was following orders.
A moment later, the famous Qinggong Taibao was sitting in his own world, and he used all eighty magic techniques. However, each time, he just handed out a sword, or broke through the brambles, one magic technique, or several.
As for Jinghao's endless spells, even if he is lucky enough to slip through the net under the sword light, he can't get close to him at all. If he gets even slightly closer to the person, he will collapse on his own.
In the end, Zuo Zuo seemed to have said to his junior brother, there is nothing complicated about fighting, you just need to hold out one more sword.
Really, he just held out one more sword, walked out of the house with the sword, and left in the wind. He stopped an Ascension Realm monk in the sky who ran away when he saw the opportunity, and asked: "Where are you going? Send him off.
Do you want a ride?"
Feng Xuetao did not stop, and became faster and faster than thunder, saying loudly: "I dare not trouble you, Mr. Zuo."
On the left and right, he was just on par with the real form of the great monk named Qing Mi, and he said, "You can help me."