Chen Ping'an, carrying his sword again, appeared at the steps outside the gate of the Confucian Temple.
Lin Junbi is quite courageous. He seems to have just sobered up?
Seeing Chen Ping'an walking up the stairs, Lin Junbi immediately dispelled the smell of alcohol, called Mr. Yin Guan, and then smiled and said nothing.
Chen Pingan nodded and praised: "It is unbecoming to dare to get drunk at the gate of the Confucian Temple. Jun Bi has such great official power and domineering attitude. You are not allowed to carry a large basket with you when you go out, so as not to accidentally hurt others."
Lin Junbi was ashamed.
There were some monks nearby who came out to drink to relieve their boredom. They all looked sideways at the blue shirt, and they really couldn't help but care.
Those who are qualified to discuss matters here are more informed than the others. They know that the young man with a sword in front of him, despite his smiling face, actually has a very bad temper, very bad temper.
When the Yin Guan, during the previous discussion, was this person, he dared not to take Tuoyue Mountain and the entire wild world in his eyes, and said that he would fight, and now the Confucian Temple actually followed suit.
Then when he became a disciple of the Wen Sheng lineage, he was even worse than that senior brother.
In front of the eyes of all the sages in the Confucian Temple, Yuanyangzhu beat up the immortal Yun Jie. It seemed that Yun Jie was almost ready to sacrifice the mountain-holding treasure of Jiuzhen Immortal Pavilion. That would be a fight for one's life, not a competition. But he still refused.
Let's give it up, and then provoke the Shaoyuan Dynasty? They beat Jiang Longxiang not far from the city. It is said that just now, they also beat Ma Guixian, the eldest disciple of Pei Cup. He only used Wufu Wenquan style to beat the opponent to the point of collapse.
? It seems that Ma Guixian has been in the Ninth Realm for less than 20 years. As a result, a martial arts future that was expected to reach the top and then reach the sky was suddenly wiped out. Can Ma Guixian return to the Ninth Realm in the future?
environment is a big question.
There were three fights in succession, with qigong practitioners, scholars, and pure martial artists all fighting?
If you can fight, you can really fight, but if you have a bad temper, you can really be bad.
The Little Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain said in surprise: "It's you?!"
At that time, we met at an inn in Yehang Chuantui City. At that time, Zhao Yaoguang would never have imagined that a man in blue would be able to swordsman Chen Shiyi, the hidden official of the Great Wall.
A leaf of duckweed returns to the sea, and we will never meet again in life.
Before going down the mountain, I asked for help to do a fortune telling. It was a good fortune. It was true. I would always meet a noble person when I went out.
Just talking about the Confucian Temple, there is Mr. Zuo, whose name I have heard for a long time but not seen in person. The two sides chatted very well.
There is also the famous Yin Guan in front of me. As for A Liang, forget it, he is not a noble person, he is a good brother who shares weal and woe.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "It's me. I didn't expect to meet again so soon."
It is estimated that the yellow and purple noble man who was full of mountain spirit would not have thought that the shop assistant who sold the items to them was Wu Shuangjiang at that time.
Zhao Yaoguang slapped his head, stood up and apologized again. He said with a bright smile: "Last time on the ferry, there were many offences. Mr. Chen has a lot, so don't care about it. If Mr. Chen really wants to care about it, it's okay to say that in the future,
When we go to Longhu Mountain, the trail will definitely bring out some jars of good wine, Mr. Chen will argue with them."
Chen Pingan clasped his fists and said with a smile: "When traveling to the Divine Continent of the Middle Earth, if you don't go to the Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain, wouldn't it be like traveling in vain? But we have agreed in advance that we will skip the gongs and drums to welcome guests."
The Five Thunder Zhengfa at Longhu Mountain is well-deserved to be the authentic one in the world. Chen Pingan has been fascinated by it for a long time. He only hopes that next time he visits the Tianshi Mansion, Longhu Mountain will allow him to read more books.
Zhao Yaoguang was stunned for a moment. Sound of gongs and drums? How to put it? Could it be that Mr. Yin Guan was implying that he should make the tossing more lively and grand? The key point is that he is not a contemporary Celestial Master, so it is not easy for him to act recklessly. His ancestor is so strong and strong.
He looks younger than himself, with a fist that can stand upright and an arm that can walk like a horse.
When Chen Ping'an saw that the little heavenly master didn't understand, he apologized and said that he was talking nonsense, so don't take it seriously.
Lin Junbi had no choice but to explain to his uninformed friends: "A Liang once secretly went to Longhu Mountain. I heard about the way your Tianshi Mansion treats guests, with huge battle formations, constant thunder, and loud gongs and drums."
Zhao Yaoguang immediately realized and said with a smile: "I can't, I really can't."
Because of the relationship between the literary sage and the old scholar, Longhushan actually has a good relationship with the literary sage. As for Mr. Zuo's sword use in his early years, it was a personal grudge between sword cultivators. Besides, that person was destined not to be a swordsman in this life.
The elders of the Tianshi Mansion later turned to An Xin to practice the thunder method, breaking and then establishing, a blessing in disguise, a clear Taoist heart, and a bright future. Whenever he drank with others, he did not shy away from the Taoist disaster he had suffered back then. Instead, he liked to take the initiative to mention it and the Taoist disaster.
During Zuo Jianxian's sword questioning, he always said that he had received as many as eight sword blows from the left and right, and how many more swordsmen he had received than such and such sword embryos and so-and-so sword cultivators. What a difficult achievement this was. His expressions were all clear.
A heroic spirit that is glorious despite defeat.
Several groups of people drinking and chatting on the steps nearby all had similar views at this moment.
This young hermit official who returned to Haoran's hometown seems easy to talk to, but that doesn't mean he's easy to mess with.
There was an old man among them. He took a big sip of wine and glanced at the figure of the young man. He was wearing a green shirt and carrying a sword. He was still very young. The old man couldn't help but sigh and said: "It's good to be young."
Chen Ping'an crossed the threshold with the two of them, entered the Confucian Temple, and happened to sit in A Liang's seat.
When he learned that A Liang had traveled far away, Chen Pingan gave up the idea of visiting Mrs. Qingshenshan. He originally planned to come and apologize. After all, the shop had been selling Qingshenshan drinks for many years. By the way, he also thought about whether he could meet the lady.
, bought a few bamboos. After all, the small bamboo forest owned by Wei Dashanjun next door really couldn’t withstand being picked by others. The old cook was always encouraging the millet grains to miss him so much every day. As the owner of the mountain, Chen Pingan felt guilty.
.
He found that the table near him was empty, and all the drinks and fruits had been swept away. Is A Liang robbing someone and then running away?
Lu Zhi asked: "It's so noisy and the Confucian Temple doesn't care about you?"
Chen Ping'an shook his head and said: "I won't care. I act in a measured way and it's all within the rules."
Qi Tingji joked: "When the sword came out of Yuanyangzhu, I punched Aotou Mountain, but I just missed overturning Parrot Island with one kick."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Sect Master Qi is very talented in literature."
Lu Zhi said: "Pei Bei, will they cause trouble for you?"
If Pei Bei insists on standing up for his disciple Ma Guoxian, Chen Pingan will definitely not get any advantage.
Chen Pingan said: "Besides, the boat will naturally straighten when it reaches the bridge. If it doesn't straighten, just get off the boat and land."
Zuo Zuo said calmly: "Ma Guixian has a master, and you also have a senior brother. What are you afraid of? Jun Qian's fists are not light."
Chen Ping'an turned around and said with a smile: "Senior brother, one person asks for swordsmanship and two people ascend. Sir, he will definitely be very happy if he knows about it."
Regardless of what happened at the Great Wall of Sword Qi, senior brother only said that in the Middle Earth Divine Continent, it had been too long since he had used his sword.
The left and right did not say a word about this, and just said: "Regarding the matter of Jiuzhen Immortal Hall, Zhuolu Songzi has already apologized to me. I also hope that you can go to Zhuolu County Academy in the future and stay for a few days to be responsible for
The Confucian scholar in the academy is in charge of military strategy."
This is the benefit of having a husband and a senior brother.
Chen Ping'an said doubtfully: "Zhuolu Songzi invited the wrong person. It's better for me to go than senior brother."
He glanced left and right at Chen Pingan.
Chen Ping'an immediately said: "If I have the opportunity, I will definitely go to Zhuolu to attend classes. If I teach in the academy, I will be exempted from the schoolwork. I must refuse."
He nodded left and right, stopped talking, and began to close his eyes and meditate.
Lu Zhi asked curiously: "How old is Pei Bei?"
Chen Ping'an replied: "If the official history books of the Daduan Dynasty are not deceiving, he is not very old, probably less than two hundred years old."
Lu Zhi said: "That means he is more than two hundred years old."
Chen Ping'an was speechless. What's the point?
Afterwards, Chen Ping'an and Master Huolong asked Zhang Shanfeng's current situation from the bottom of their hearts. They also said that they were going to Beiju Luzhou soon and would be guests of Paidi Peak this time.
Master Huolong smiled and said: "I'm a good guest, I'm a good guest, you kid must go. That guy on the mountain peak, his realm has skyrocketed in recent years, and I can't stop him. He just left the customs not long ago, and you are traveling to Beikuru this time.
Zhou, I can definitely see him."
Of course it's good to have someone as a guest, and Paidi Feng will receive a visit as a courtesy. After all, Paidi Peak is still poor, and it's not a problem if you can't open the pot. But after all, it's not a mountain with a lot of money, and you don't have the confidence to speak. It's still like this in Beiju Luzhou. Money is
How dare a hero go to Aaizhou, where the mountains and plains are filled with fairy money, yet he still has to lower his head and talk to people?
Master Huolong has always felt that one of his friends on the mountain is less polite than the other, and they are thick-skinned because of their age. They are all cultivators on the mountain, and they are not doing their jobs properly. Apart from being rich, I have never seen how high your cultivation level is.
Man, who are you, a bunch of old bastards with huge wallets?
So in the past, every time I left seclusion, the old master would ask several of his direct descendants, including Yuan Lingdian, if you had made any new friends recently, and could you please invite me to the mountain as a guest? Unfortunately, each one was more stupid than the other and did not understand the true meaning.
Chen Pingan felt relieved when he heard that Zhang Shanfeng had just broken through. After hesitating for a long time, he cautiously mentioned it to the old man and said that he had met Liu Daochun from Baidi City in Yuanyangzhu.
The old master asked doubtfully: "Liu Daochun? Pindao has heard of this person, but wasn't he suppressed by Brother Zhao from the Tianshi Mansion in Aquarius Continent? When did he appear? Brother Zhao, Brother Zhao, is he there?
Is this what happened? Why did Liu Daochun sneak out? Is it because Liu Daochun’s cultivation level is too high, or is it because you slapped him in the early years and the Heavenly Master Seal in your hand failed to become firm?"
Zhao Tianlai smiled and replied: "I'm not sure. It's probably because of the passage of time that the Taoism of Tianshiyin has been dispersed, not to mention that he didn't do anything ruthless back then. As for how Liu Daochun ended up in Yuanyangzhu, it's even less clear.
"
In the past, when Huolong Zhenren was also the Great Celestial Master with the surname of Longhu Mountain, when we met, he said that he was the old Celestial Master. Now, after removing his title, he said that he was Zhao Laodi.
It seems that Longhushan rejected Zhang Shanfeng's succession at that time, which made Master Huolong still a little upset and resentful.
Yu Xuan then sighed and said: "Yes, yes, once this talisman is on its way, the Taoism cannot last long, just like a Taoist talisman holding up a mountain. If you don't take the initiative to remove it, at most it will be loosened in another hundred or eight thousand years."
separated."
Chen Pingan's scalp went numb when he heard the chatter of the three old Taoists.
How come the separate words between myself and Master Huolong were all heard by others?
Fu Lu Yuxian and the Great Heavenly Master, two accomplished masters, certainly would not have eavesdropped on the conversation. If they were not so free, could it be that they followed certain ripples in the long river of time and evolved?
Chen Pingan had no choice but to take the initiative to greet the two seniors.
Zhao Tianlai smiled and said: "Yin Guan's thunder technique in Yuanyangzhu is very tacky."
Yu Xuan smiled and said: "It's too much to throw stones at people, but I just want to relieve my anger."
Master Huolong continued to doze off.
I once defeated millions of sand demons, which made me stronger and stronger.
An old man and a young boy left Parrot Island and took a ferry to Aotou Mountain Mansion.
Because the young emperor wanted to take this simple ferry for a good reason. He said that he could see a few more foreign monks. Maybe there was an outsider like Master Yinguan hidden inside. Then when he saw that he had extraordinary bones, he
He was about to be accepted as a disciple, but in the end he learned that he was an emperor, so he had to miss out on a talented Taoist wizard. The master left sadly, regretting for the rest of his life. From now on, every time he thinks about it on the mountain, he will shed a handful of bitter tears...
But when Yuan Zhou boarded the ship, he found that no one paid attention to him.
Yuan Zhou stood by the railing and said, "Grandpa Yu, I always feel like there's something wrong with our deal."
In the second meeting, although Yuan Zhou was the Xuanmi Emperor, he did not participate in the meeting.
Yu Panshui’s reason is that His Majesty is the year
Ji is too young and has too much limelight. When the wind blows, his head can easily be blown away.
Therefore, it was the result of his hard work and begging from the Confucian Temple. If Your Majesty feels aggrieved, just endure it. Of course Yuan Zhou is willing to endure it. The Xuanmi Yuan family has only been in existence for a few years, so he cannot be the last emperor.
Yu Panshui smiled and said, "Something's wrong? Why didn't you say anything just now? Your Majesty's mouth wasn't sewn shut."
Yuan Zhou said: "I am the emperor after all. The words I say and the water I throw out are all imperial edicts. If I really regret it, I will be underestimated by Lord Yinguan in vain, which will be even worse."
On the way here, they both agreed to half sell and half give away the Feng Yuan Ferry, pretending that there was no such thing in the imperial treasury.
Xuanmi Dynasty and Luo Luoshan are on the line, and the two sides still have some personal friendship, so it's just a matter of time.
Anyway, half of this favor must go to Yu Panshui in the end, so he encouraged the emperor to come down.
As a result, Emperor Yuan Zhou not only gave away a cross-continental ferry for nothing, but the Xuanmi Dynasty seemed to have to pay for the repair costs of Feng Yuan.
Even Yu Panshui boarded the boat and left Parrot Island, but he still felt a little
Credit? At least you made it clear when you will pay back the money. We didn’t ask, so why don’t you tell us? Is there anyone in the world who owes money so much?
In the end, do you still have the nerve to say, "It's disrespectful to accept it, but it's your fault to accept it"?
Yu Panshui held the handle and rubbed his face, which was becoming more and more interesting with age, thinking that when he was a little girl from a Hakka family, Pei Qian looked very honest and honest. He was a well-behaved girl, so he knew how to be polite.
Count the children, if it weren't for the shameless old scholar who interfered with it, that valuable thing that was close to hand would have almost not been given away. After a twist, it would have been successfully returned to the bag.
How did Pei Qian, who was not greedy for money, fall in love with such a money-obsessed master?
Yuan Zhou looked around and said for no reason: "Grandpa Yu, it turns out there are so few yellow objects in the world outside."
It was different at home and in the palace. Ever since he could remember, when he thought about that place, the young emperor's mind was filled with yellow objects. The high roofs, as far as the eye could see, were all yellow. The clothes he was wearing were all yellow.
, the cushion on which you sit, the dishes on the table, and the rickety sedan chair between the high walls on both sides are all yellow. It seems that there is only one color in the world.
In other colors, for example, there is a library in the palace, which is black. There are many precious books in it that will never be touched by a young man but never seen by outsiders.
As for the colors of the generals and ministers, they were similar to the flowing water of a few winding streams. They came and went in his house every day, over and over again. There were often old people saying childish words and young people saying incomprehensible words.
, and then he sat on that chair, not knowing how to pretend to understand, and when he encountered something big that he was at a loss for, he would just look at Fatty Yu.
Regarding the Supreme Emperor of this mysterious dynasty, many white-haired old civil servants had more or less given verbal hints to the young man when Fatty Yu was not around. Yuan Zhou actually understood, but he pretended not to understand.
Some old people were sincerely good for him, and some were thinking that if Yu Panshui left the court, many official positions would have to move forward. But Yuan Zhou didn't pay attention to it. At most, he occasionally cooperated with the old people and gritted his teeth.
For a while, or slightly red-eyed. In fact, it was very troublesome. In the end, he reminded the eunuchs around him, the Supervisor of Ceremonies, not to forget his little tricks when talking to Grandpa Yu.
What's the fuss about? What's the benefit to him? Yu Panshui won't be the emperor, and the Xuanmi Dynasty is destined to be without the backbone of the Yu family. In this case, he's just a big kid, so don't mess around.
The old apricot tree in the palace, which has lived for seven or eight hundred years, is said to have been planted by the founding emperor of the previous dynasty. In autumn, the tree will be covered with golden fallen leaves, which fall every year.
Are there green leaves every year?
The deep-rooted Zhongtu Yu family is evergreen all year round and never loses its leaves.
Yu Panshui had a rare kind look on his face. He touched the young man's head and said softly: "If you are the master of the family, you will have to work hard."
The young man tilted his head and complained: "How dare you touch the emperor's head?"
Yu Panshui laughed loudly and patted the young man's face, "Grandpa Yu is in a good mood on this trip with you, so you can choose who the queen will be in the future. Whether her surname is Yu or not, it doesn't matter."
Yuan Zhou stamped his feet and said: "I heard that Yu Xuanfu and Yu Qingqing, the two most beautiful sisters, have their hearts set on each other. Who can I choose when it's my turn, ah!?"
Yu Panshui smiled and said: "I know that Qingqing's girl is interested in Lin Junbi. As for the husband, I heard that I had a boxing match with Master Yinguan at the Great Wall of Sword Qi. Hehe, does your Majesty understand?"
Yuan Zhou clenched his fist and praised sincerely: "Sister Xuanfu, oh no, it's my sister-in-law, that's not right, it's my sister-in-law who has such good eyesight."
Yu Panshui slapped the little boy so hard that he became dizzy.
Over there in Panshui County.
A shabby young scholar found an Ascension Realm monk who was recovering from his injuries.
Jing Hao, the Taibao of the Qing Palace, even though he was seriously injured on the left and right, still did not leave, as if he was waiting for justice from the Confucian Temple.
The monk who blocked the way, ran away, and apologized again was the first monk who ran back to the house and became the doorkeeper afterwards.
I'm just a Jade Pure Realm person. It's not shameful to look after the home and courtyard of a great monk in the Ascension Realm.
Most of the rest of the gangsters on the mountain were birds and animals who had dispersed, saying they did not dare to delay Patriarch Jing's rest and recuperation.
It's just that the Jade Purity monk's eyes blurred and he fell to the ground. Before he fainted, he only vaguely saw a man wearing a green shirt passing by him.
This courtyard is elegant and quiet, with a clump of green banana trees as fat as dripping water.
Jing Hao walked out of the house and looked at the young scholar standing in the courtyard. Since he couldn't tell the depth of his cultivation, it meant that he was at a very high level.
The uninvited guest seemed to have nothing to do. He stood up on tiptoes, pulled off a banana leaf, and flicked it a few times.
Having learned from the mistakes of Zuo Wenjian, Jing Hao was not in a hurry to get angry. He looked gentle and said with a smile: "Fellow Taoist came to the door, but I was greeted from afar."
Chen Zhuoliu looked at the Qinggong Taibao who was known as the most powerful magician in Xiazhou, shook his head and said: "You guys in Qinggong Mountain are really inferior to each other. The more you live, the more you go back."
Jing Hao smiled and said, "Do you think our fellow Taoist has any history with our Qinggong Mountain Patriarch?"
Chen Zhuoliu was too lazy to talk to this guy and asked, "Your master, doesn't she have a portrait of me hanging in her house?"
The Taibao of the Qing Palace said nothing, bowed his head, and even trembled a little. I don't know whether it was excitement or awe, "Jing Hao, I would like to pay my respects to Chen Xianjun."
To be respected as an Immortal Lord by an Ascension Realm, of course, one can only be a Fourteenth Realm great monk, or at least a sword cultivator in the Ascension Realm.
Sword repair.
The man who slayed the dragon.
The preaching teacher of Zheng Juzhong in Baidi City.
None of Jing Hao's senior brothers and sisters knew about this secret matter of the sect. It was the master who told him before he died. She looked complicated at the time and told Jing Hao a shocking truth, saying that the green grass beneath her feet
Gongshan is someone else's property. It was only lent to her temporarily. It has never belonged to his own sect. That man has accepted several disciples, the most famous of which is Zheng Huaixian from Baidi City. If Qinggong Mountain is in trouble in the future,
, just take this painting and go down the mountain to look for him. If you can’t find him, look for Zheng Huaixian.
Jinghao is the only son of a pair of Taoist monks from the Zushi Hall in Qinggong Mountain. When he was still a young child, he was begged by his parents who were not very qualified in spiritual practice.
Here comes a direct descendant.
Later, he became a master and apprentice, and because he was young, he was able to visit his master's residence several times. He learned that there was a portrait of a man hanging there, with a poem written on it. This may be because the material of the scroll was too poor and the handwriting was too poor.
It's so long, it's missing a lot of content.
The green shirt smiles outside the white clouds...the wild plum is so thin that it seems like a shadow...
When Jing Hao was a teenager, she once asked an older senior sister about this matter. The senior sister guessed that the general meaning was that someone had gone down the mountain to travel far away, leaving only the beautiful woman living alone in the mountains. She was very haggard and thin.
Jinghao's lineage goes back two generations, and Jinghao's ancestor is actually a wild cultivator who has spread all over the world. He has stood on the top of the mountain for thousands of years, but has never found a suitable place to stay. I heard that he later became the master Fu
We have a deep connection with each other and helped our ancestor to find this Qinggong Mountain. Then he started to establish a sect, accumulated merits at the Confucian Temple, joined the sect, spread its branches, and eventually became the top immortal mansion on Liuxiazhou Mountain. Now it is even more stable.
Taking the top spot.
Qinggong Mountain has been going smoothly for more than three thousand years, so Jinghao has never had the opportunity to go down the mountain to pick up paintings.
Master's monastic place has long been designated as a restricted area by Jing Hao. Except for arranging for a nimble female cultivator to clean there occasionally, even Jing Hao herself has never set foot there.
Chen Zhuoliu sneered and said, "Am I here today to get some relatives? Just so I can kowtow a few times with a useless junior?"
Jing Hao gently shook his sleeves, then knelt on the ground, raised his head and touched the ground lightly three times, "Junior, I will give up Qinggong Mountain to Chen Xianjun."
Jing Hao's master, as well as the patriarch who once ranked among the ten Haoran people in history, are both in the Ascension realm, especially the latter, who was born as a wild cultivator in the Middle-earth Divine Continent and is truly famous all over the world.
This is the true mountain heritage.
When Jinghao took over Qinggong Mountain, it was not bad, and he successfully cultivated into an ascension realm.
However, the current master of Qinggong Mountain, or the previous master of the mountain, is much inferior and will only be an immortal in this life. This person has now received Jinghao's decree and has already retreated to think about the past. Wait until Jinghao returns to Qinggong Mountain this time
, and yet another decree for this unabashed disciple. How dare he throw dirty water on his master, who is not successful enough but is prone to failure?
The direct descendants of this person are not as high as Yu Pu, and their future achievements may not be higher than this person's.
Therefore, the scholar in green shirt in front of me, who neither carries a sword nor carries a sword, said that each generation in Qinggong Mountain is inferior to the previous generation and has no water at all.
As for Jinghao's master, she spent the last thousand years of her monastic life in a pitiable and hopeless way. She was also seriously injured by a grudge on the mountain and had to turn to a side path. As a monastic, she failed to kill the three corpses and refine herself to purity.
In the Yang realm, one can only barely avoid the catastrophe of military defeat. With a single thought, he can leave the netherworld and enter the underworld, and his body and spirit match the ancient immortals. In the end, he cannot survive the impact of the long river of time year after year, and his body disappears between heaven and earth.
She passed down a sword-throwing technique to Qinggong Mountain, which was specially designed for Qi practitioners who were not swordsmen. However, it was stipulated that only one Qinggong Mountain disciple in a generation could learn this sword technique.
Everything as small as flowers, plants and leaves, as large as rivers and mountains can be "thrown like a flying sword".
In fact, Dou Fenxia used this sword-throwing technique when she threw stones and bamboo leaves at the bamboo hut.
Of course, it was originally passed down by Chen Zhuo, who has been playing in the world for thousands of years. In fact, this dragon-slaying man is not just Jia Sheng, who is in this situation in vain.
After Jing Hao straightened up, he knelt on the ground.
Chen Zhuoliu clicked his tongue and said, "No wonder that silly girl chose you to be the mountain master. You're not that good, but you're smart. Get up. Don't your knees hurt after you've been kneeling on the ground for a long time?"
Jing Hao then stood up.
There was no reason for him to be so groveling in front of this person.
Asking swords from left to right, no matter how good your swordsmanship is, you can only ask Jing Hao.
But this elusive senior in front of him could turn the entire Qinggong Mountain and the hundreds of monks on the mountain upside down with just a few clicks of his hand.
Chen Zhuoliu suddenly changed his mind and ordered: "You can keep Qinggong Mountain, but in the future a friend of mine may come there as a guest. Remember to treat him well. If you lose etiquette, I will take it upon you. By the way,
I think your disciple who is in solitary confinement is okay, so I can continue to be his mountain master. If you don't want to, forget it."
"Yes, this junior can have a disciple who is lucky enough to enter the Immortal Lord's Dharma Eyes. It is his fate, and it is Jinghao's honor."
See
The senior turned to leave, but Jing Hao hurriedly bent down and clasped his fists and said: "May I ask the immortal king's friend on the mountain, what is his name, and if he has a name? In case the junior will meet the real person in the future, but not recognize him."
Chen Zhuoliu strode away and said with a smile: "My good brother looks like a boy in green, and his name is the Little Dragon King of Luo Po Mountain. You will recognize him at a glance when you see him in the future."
Jing Hao always lowered his head and said in a deep voice: "I will obey the Immortal Lord's decree!"
When the green-shirted scholar suddenly disappeared, Jing Hao continued to bend down for a moment, then slowly stood up. An ascended person with "golden branches and jade leaves in his meridians, and an almost flawless Taoist body" could not help but sweat all over his head.
But Jing Hao inevitably has doubts in her heart: Who is that "Little Dragon King", an old man from the top of the mountain?
The group left the Youtiaozhou house and walked to the ferry. Li Baoping was preparing to take the ferry to the Confucian Temple to copy the Xiping Stone Sutra.
Li Huai felt dizzy when he heard it, but he didn't dare to refuse, so he thought about buying a few transcripts with Jingsheng to get by, and promised to read more in the future.
Before leaving the house, Liu Chicheng took out a piece of Caiyun paper unique to Baidi City, wrote an invitation letter on it, and placed it on the table.
Of course, he is inviting the "eight money" girl who didn't know her last name before to visit Liuli Pavilion in Baidi City to enjoy the scenery when she has time. Her brother Liu will definitely sweep the couch to welcome her.
Li Huai was lying at the table, shaking his head as he watched, and plucked up the courage to persuade Senior Liu to avoid being so straightforward, unpolished, and not subtle enough in the wording of his letter.
While waiting for the ferry on the shore, Liu Chicheng was not surprised at all that Chen Ping'an disappeared out of thin air, "He came in a hurry and left in a hurry, I'm a busy person."
The young Taoist sneered and said: "You are so young and work so hard and hard, you don't know what you are doing all day long."
Li Huai complained: "If I say this to my brother in person, you won't give me face, right? You old man, if you continue to hang out like this, you won't be able to eat well or drink well."
The young Taoist immediately bowed his head and spoke in a low voice with a smile, speaking smoothly and smoothly, "Master, aren't I going to praise Chen Ping'an in a different way for his responsibility? There is something in his words."
Gu Qingsong came with a swift force, riding the wind, and landed with a crash. The wind was strong, and many of the Qi practitioners waiting for the ferry at the ferry were staggered.
Just when they saw the man's face clearly, they all pretended to be traveling along the water, moved away quickly, and hid far away.
After looking around, Lao Zhouzi still felt that only the young Taoist Haoran was qualified to chat with him. As for Liu Daochun from Baidicheng, he was so showy, why not just marry Zheng as a bitch?
Is it okay to be centered?
Gu Qingsong asked anxiously: "Young fellow Taoist, where is that little guy? Where did the grease on the soles of his feet go?"
As soon as the young Taoist heard this, he felt refreshed, and he said to this fellow Taoist in a friendly manner: "Fellow Taoist Gu, you said that boy disappeared without paying attention. God knows where. Are you looking for him? If it's not an emergency,
I can help deliver the message."
Gu Qingsong cursed endlessly, what a good boy, you are hiding from him?
Li Baoping looked at this old man whose words were getting more and more unpleasant.
Gu Qingsong noticed her gaze, he glared, but he endured it. After all, she was a little girl, and she was really pleasing to the eye. Such a spirited girl was not common, so the old boatman only used his best.
With less than one success, he said: "What are you looking at?!"
But as soon as the words came out of his mouth, Gu Qingsong felt a little
I always feel like I missed something important, but I just can't remember it. It's so close, it's as futile as trying to catch the moon in the water.
Liu Chicheng couldn't help but trembled, but he hesitated to speak, but after a second thought, he didn't dare to remind him anything, so he just followed the example of Brother Long Bo.
Damn it, when I return to Panshui County, I will ask my brother Long Bo for some advice on the water-bending magical power.
Li Baoping shifted his gaze and called out brother.
It turned out that a scholar in Confucian shirt came.
Li Xisheng.
Gu Qingsong, or Xiancha, was speechless.
He had some guesses about some things, but he didn't dare to think too much about them.
If the guess is correct, then this scholar who he had met before will be half of his master's senior brother.
Bai Yujing, the Grand Master, accepted disciples and taught the teachings to two junior disciples, Yu Dou and Lu Chen.
Li Xisheng smiled and asked: "Xiancha, what did you just say?"
Gu Qingsong was speechless.
Li Baoping said: "Brother, senior has this temper, it's nothing."
Li Xisheng turned his head, smiled and nodded with Xiao Baoping.
As for the smile he gave Gu Qingsong just now, and the warm smile he gave Li Baoping, there is of course a world of difference.
Li Huai bowed and saluted honestly: "I have met Mr. Li."
Li Xisheng smiled and said: "Li Huai, as long as you don't think about it deliberately, everything will be fine."
Li Huai was confused, but still nodded. It doesn't matter if you don't understand, just do as you are told. He is Li Baoping's eldest brother, a scholar, and a fellow countryman, so he can't harm himself.
There are thousands of truths in the world, in and out of books. In fact, it is more useful to grasp one or two firmly than to memorize the truths in your head and know the truth with your mouth.
Li Xisheng once again spoke to the immortal in his heart: "There was a reason for removing some of your thoughts before. What is the truth? It's useless to say more. Now that the matter has come to this, I won't repeat the same trick again. I just want to meet you again in the future. As my sister, I will force you to take a detour."
Gu Qingsong straightened his back and said respectfully: "I'm not wronged! How can I be wronged!"
Lao Zhouzi was not afraid of this person's identity, but he sincerely respected him.
Walking around the world, if you want to scare people, just use a hard fist.
But if you want people to respect you, especially if all the Taoist cultivators in the world are willing to respect you, you still can't do it just by having high Taoism and Dharma.
This is also the reason why Old Zhouzi is willing to take a high look at the younger generation of monks, especially Liu Jinglong of Taihui Sword Sect in Luzhou, Beiju.
Otherwise, even if the second uncle, Yu Dou, who is known as the true invincible, is standing here, Gu Qingsong will ask himself, and he will not be afraid at all.
Even Gu Qingsong had already prepared a draft. When he went to Bai Yujing in Qingming World and met Yu Dou, the first thing he said in person was to ask him a question. The second uncle had already walked to Zhu Fang Pavilion. Why don't you go and have a fight with Chen Qingdu on the way? Are you too respectful to the old swordsman, or can't you beat him at all?
Lao Zhouzi made a bow.
The scholar bowed in return.
Gu Qingsong said goodbye, but instead of leaving the ferry with Yu Feng, he threw a leaf into the water, turned into a small boat, and went downstream with the water. Since he couldn't see Chen Ping'an, he hurriedly went to accompany Mrs. Gui, lest she would not Are you happy?
Li Xisheng walked to Li Baoping and said softly: "I was messing around in the house earlier. Please be careful next time."
Li Baoping said: "My uncle is here, what should I be afraid of?"
Li Xisheng smiled and said: "Yes, yes, it's not important at all whether eldest brother is here or not."
Li Baoping narrowed his eyes with a smile.
Liu Chicheng was filled with envy. If he were such a big brother, he would be able to wander around in the world, not to mention the world of Haoran and Qingming.
Li Xisheng turned around and asked: "Pavilion Master Liu, let's talk?"
Liu Chicheng's heart tightened, and he said with a confused expression: "My senior brother is over there in Panshui County, why don't I lead the way for Mr. Li?"
I would kill myself not to talk to this great master. If I want to talk, I can talk to my senior brother. When we get to Panshui County, we can chat with you as you like. Chess, Taoism, longevity, and the knowledge of the fourteenth and fifteenth realms are all casual.
Li Xisheng smiled and said, "Okay."
But Liu Chicheng seemed to be dragged away, along a very long arc, directly from the side of Parrot Island, and fell into a house in Panshui County. Liu Chicheng, who fell heavily to the ground, simply lay on the ground in a daze.
Li Xisheng then heard a voice from his heart and replied with his heartfelt words: "Okay, a hundred years later, I will play a game of chess with Mr. Zheng in Baidicheng and Baiyujing."
Then Li Xisheng looked at the young Taoist priest who didn't follow the rules with a smile.
The young Taoist regretted that he should not have eavesdropped on this conversation.
Not everyone can say this to Zheng Juzhong. Things like playing chess are just like on the Great Wall of Sword Qi. Someone said that they wanted to ask Chen Qingdu about swordsmanship, and then Chen Qingdu agreed. That's pretty much the truth.
, as for who is who, whether it is Chen Qingdu or not, does it make any difference to him, Taoting? Of course not, they just hacked the wild Taoting to death with a few swords, and that was it.
Li Xisheng smiled and said: "It is easy to write Chinese characters but difficult to write them. Fellow Taoist Taoists need to be careful."
Li Huai knew that the "old nun" next to him must be up to no good again. He hit Taoist Nen in the ribs with his elbow and said softly: "Behave yourself."
The young Taoist said angrily: "That's reasonable. You should behave yourself."
Li Xisheng smiled.
The young Taoist was relieved.
The ferry docked and a group of people boarded the ferry. The young Taoist stood beside Li Huai honestly, feeling that it was more peaceful to stand beside his son.
Earlier, Han Qiaose Yufeng from Baidi City rushed to Parrot Island, visited Baofuzhai, and bought a valuable mountain treasure suitable for ghost practice. It was expensive. The thing was good, but it was too expensive. When she arrived
, haven’t been able to sell it yet.
Furthermore, near the Confucian Temple, the monk openly acquired an important tool for cultivating ghosts. After all, it was inappropriate and taboo.
But Han Qiao took a look at this thing and bought it again, but no one thought it was strange at all. This junior sister of the city lord of Baidi City was famous for her mixed skills. With Liu Qi and Qing Palace Taibao,
Jinghao is a spiritual path with a high level, many spells, and wide magical powers. As long as it is not a fight with huge disparity in strength, if one party has endless means and competes with each other, it will naturally have an advantage.
But compared to the turmoil around the Confucian Temple, Han Qiaose's gesture was like a tiny glitch, completely unnoticed.
Han Qiaose returned to the house in Panshui County, threw the object to Gu Can, who was still writing music alone, and asked: "You can't let go of Shujian Lake?"
Gu Can shook his head and smiled: "Just show it to yourself."
Han Qiaise didn't even think there was any contradiction in this statement.
Gu Can, who was a madman in the eyes of others, was a dazzling beauty in Han Qise's eyes.
Gu Can put away the chess pieces on the chessboard. Not only was he slow in playing chess, he was also slow in gathering the chess pieces. Han Qiao Se was even worried for him.
Then suddenly, a pink robe fell from the sky. After falling to the ground, Liu Chicheng began to pretend to be dead. Han Qiaose glanced outside the room and said, "Hey, junior brother, won't you complain to senior brother this time?"
Liu Chicheng said dullly: "Don't worry about me, I'm enjoying the scenery."
In another courtyard of the house, Zheng Juzhong stood under the eaves, and the eldest disciple Fu Xi stood aside.
Zheng Juzhong smiled and said: "The moon is faint and windy, and the sky is moist and rainy. The situation in the world is getting clearer."
If he did not go to the riverside to participate in the discussion, Zheng Juzhong would have deduced more context than if he had gone to the riverside.
Zheng Juzhong glanced at the sky and felt a little relaxed.
Fu Xi said: "Master, I want to learn from Dong Sangen. Traveling alone in the wild world may take at least a hundred years."
The implication is that he no longer cares about the layout of his master and Baidi City. He will wield the sword alone and practice hard. As for the next collision between the two worlds, he will only use his sword according to the situation.
Zheng Juzhong nodded and said: "Why not? Those who are good at fishing seek pleasure, while those who are not good at fishing seek fish."
In the wild world, Jincuicheng quietly changed its owner. It was Yuanhu, the city owner of the immortal female cultivator, who was willing to do so, and the matter was extremely secretive.
Zheng Juzhong of Baidi City.
It is equivalent to conquering the city first for the sake of the vast world.