The graceful and graceful woman of unknown origin looked approvingly in her eyes and said with a smile: "I have a really good memory."
It was just that I heard a voice inside the covered bridge. After many years, I still just heard her words here, and I was sure that it was an old person from back then who came after hearing the voice.
So is it a boy who is nostalgic, or is he holding a grudge?
Chen Pingan's face was expressionless as he carefully looked at the woman who was previously called "Aunt Feng".
She is a tall woman, wearing a pair of hiking shoes. She does not wear any waistband that can indicate her status in the officialdom. She wears a round-collar brocade dress, and her clothes are the same as those of the old Xiaotuanlong.
She has a peach-like face with light make-up, and her face is covered with dimples. After drinking wine, her red lips are so dizzy that her face is dizzy.
Chen Ping'an once saw it in a scholar's note. It was a palace model from the ancient Shu Dynasty, named Yichun Face Makeup.
Her hands were as soft as silk, and her nails seemed to be dyed with mashed cicada sloughs and impatiens flowers. They were so red and cute that they were called locust palms in ancient times.
Tie a head of green silk with a colorful knot, and hang the green silk on the chest, like a green waterfall pouring down the mountains.
Chen Ping'an took a closer look at the knot and found that the knot, which was no bigger than a copper coin, was made of nearly a hundred slender silk threads of different colors.
It’s as if all the colors in the world are contained in this colorful rope.
The most mysterious and mysterious thing is that this Aunt Feng has no spiritual energy ripples on her body, and she has not used any immortal methods, but her whole person has always been spotless.
It's like she is not actually in the world at all, but a tourist traveling far away in the long river of time, and she is just deliberately being seen by others.
As for the other young Da Li monks on the roof, Chen Ping'an was certainly interested, but he was not too distracted. Anyway, he only had a few glances from the corner of his eye, and he could see everything at a glance.
Those six young men carefully cultivated by Da Li were worthy of being dead warriors who had been fighting for a long time. The moment Chen Ping'an appeared, none of the six monastic geniuses with their own code names showed any signs of losing their minds.
This is enough to show his tenacity.
The young woman with the word "Wu" engraved on her waistband did not need to step on the gang or recite incantations. She formed a small world of her own to protect the seven people. On the ridge of the roof, it was like a miniature mirage.
A fairy palace was transformed into a fairy palace. The mountains and soil were all red, and the rocks were stacked like clouds. Purple air was rising in the Lingzhen cave house. The jade chamber in Qiongtai and the pavilion were bright and bright, row upon row. Everywhere was shining with precious light, and there was a sound in it.
Lingbao sings praises, the sound of heaven is ethereal, like an ancient commanding house that leads all the mountains, and the place where gods govern.
The little girl with the "Xu" waist badge has her hands glowing with treasure and covered with cloud-patterned talismans, somewhat similar to the skills of a tailor.
On her slender shoulders appeared an entity similar to the Dharma. It was extremely small, no more than an inch tall, and had the appearance of a young man, with a supernatural appearance. He carried a sword, wore red clothes, a hibiscus crown on his head, and was decorated with snow-white dragon beads.
The little monk wearing plain gauze Zen robes, hanging a "Chen" waist badge, opened one eye and closed one eye. Where he closed his eyes, a whirlpool of lightning and thunder appeared, and a flat mirror surface of water appeared under his feet.
, among the dots of light, lotus flowers are constantly sprouting up, swaying, blooming and falling, withering and falling into the water, and then standing gracefully and blooming, again and again.
At noon, the Talisman Formation Master refined an entire ancient cave with incomplete avenues. Xu, the military monk, may be because he is young and his body is not yet ready for hard work, so for the time being, only his arms are able to use sewing techniques.
, but was able to rely on some kind of gifted military magical power to go beyond the rules and command the ghost of an ancient swordsman. Chen, possessing a kind of Buddhist magical power of mindfulness and pure visualization.
The remaining three people, the sword cultivator "Mao", the Confucian Qi practitioner "You", and the Taoist monk "Wei", all concealed themselves very well and were not in a hurry to use their methods.
Aunt Feng looked around and said with a sweet smile: "I'm just here to catch up with half of my fellow countrymen. You don't have to be so nervous. Just put away all your scare tactics."
The six people were indifferent, obviously not following her orders. Aunt Feng was not angry either, she had no choice, she was just an anonymous preacher, and she was lazy. After teaching Taoism and magical powers for so many years, she was a typical example of doing nothing but doing the work.
It wasn't because of someone's supervision in the past and the fact that she would check the results every once in a while. She could just throw out a few booklets and give up. Whether she could succeed or not depends on her understanding and predisposition, so what does it have to do with her?
Like now, when the six children were disobedient, Aunt Feng let them put up a fight. Anyway, she was not the one who wasted energy and energy. She continued to look at Chen Pingan and asked with a smile: "Don't blame me for telling you to stop."
Step right?"
Chen Ping'an put his hands on his sleeves, and there were seven people including Aunt Feng to show his sincerity and said with a smile: "How dare you blame the seniors."
Aunt Feng smiled and said, "Hey, we meet again tonight. She looks friendly and looks like a senior and junior, but from the tone of her voice, there is something in her words. The Sword Immortal is quite charming."
Chen Pingan asked in his heart: "Senior, are you familiar with Mr. Qi?"
Aunt Feng found it interesting and did not give an answer. She smiled and asked: "Since you have become the old scholar's disciple, Qi Jingchun is your senior brother. Why are you still calling Mr. Qi now?"
Chen Ping'an held up his sleeves with his hands, intertwined his fingers, his body was slightly stooped, and he said with a smile: "I do, I can call you whatever you like. Senior, even if he is in charge of heaven and earth, he really has nothing to do with this matter."
Aunt Feng clicked her tongue and said: "After all, as you grow up, your temper also improves. I remember that when you were a child, you were very talkative."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "To be honest, senior, I am actually very talkative now."
Aunt Feng raised her hand and gently twisted the colorful knot with her fingers, smiling without saying a word.
Chen Pingan followed without saying a word.
The atmosphere was a little cold for a while.
At that time, five people opened their mouths on the covered bridge road. Old man Yang from the drug store was the last one, and he was also the only person whose identity Chen Ping'an could confirm at that time.
This Aunt Feng was the first person to speak when Chen Ping'an was moving forward step by step. She whispered softly and naturally bewitched people's hearts. She advised the young man to kneel down and he would have good luck.
In her words back then, apart from the most familiar Old Man Yang, compared to the tone of the other four, she was the least arrogant, just like... a woman with spring resentment living in the mountains, leisurely
When I came to have nothing to do, I raised the flower curtain and saw the flowers falling in the wind in the courtyard. I dispersed my laziness a little, got a little interested, and said casually, don't leave the branches in a hurry.
The second person who spoke was quite rude and called Chen Pingan an ordinary person and quickly knelt down.
The third person's tone was calm, as if he was saying a truth that is a matter of course. The fourth person, with a vicissitudes of voice and an old-fashioned tone, finally warned Chen Ping'an that if you don't take what God gives you, you will be punished.
However, the minds of the immortals are unpredictable, their thoughts are deep, and their plans are often involved for hundreds of years. Therefore, those who speak harshly may not necessarily be malicious, and those who are gentle and gentle may not necessarily have good intentions.
The evil person is sinister, even if his voice is full of laughter and murderous intent. The auspicious person is peaceful, and even if he is dreaming, he is still peaceful.
In short, no one, including Old Man Yang, hopes that he will move on. Perhaps no one thinks that the mud-legged man from Mubo Lane who broke the Changsheng Bridge is qualified, capable, and blessed to bear the karma of the great road.
Except Mr. Qi.
Chen Ping'an suddenly turned his head and looked at the formation master woman.
She immediately put away her natal magical power and did not dare to look at this person's state of mind.
Just now she could only vaguely see a well between heaven and earth in her heart.
When the man in green shirt standing on the eaves cast his gaze, at the mouth of the well, a pair of mighty golden eyes seemed to appear, even more pure than the gold and copper coins.
He even turned his back on the guest and examined the mind of her as a spy.
She knew very well that this was Chen Ping'an reminding herself not to look at what she shouldn't look at.
When she looks at people, she can vaguely see a vague mental state. This is something she is born with, and it is just a matter of course.
Just like whether a person can climb mountains and practice spiritual practice, it depends on whether God is willing to reward him with a bowl of immortal rice.
Apart from sword cultivation, Fu Lu Yi Yi and Wang Qi Yi are both relatively difficult to learn. They rely more on the innate qualifications of the Qi practitioners. Whether they are good or not depends on whether the ancestor will reward them or not.
The so-called inspection qualifications of the Qin Tianjian Qi Practitioners are based on various innate bones.
After the birth of all children in Lizhu Dongtian, the natal porcelain is fired, and a drop of blood essence is dripped into it. This is a method of inspection to judge the level of a person's future achievements on the great road, and the error is extremely small.
Lizhu Cave Heaven has existed for three thousand years, and Da Li was founded only a few hundred years ago. It was originally a vassal vassal of the Lu Dynasty. So who handed over the ownership of Li Zhu Cave Heaven to Da Li Song family? And who taught this
The key technique that helped Da Li rise rapidly in the north of Yizhou? Historical mysteries, large and small, have never left any written records. Senior brother Cui Han and student Cui Dongshan seem to be abiding by some kind of contract. As long as they are
All the old almanacs related to Lizhu Cave Sky are not mentioned at all.
The small town in my hometown is not big. It is a small cave, with a radius of thousands of miles, but only a few thousand people.
Cui Dongshan once ridiculed Lizhu Cave Sky, which is the only one in the world that has shallow water and a lot of bastards, and temple demons with strong winds. Just after saying this, Cui Dongshan immediately clasped his hands together, raised them high above his head, shook them vigorously, and muttered something.
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The "Wu" brand female formation master said from her heart to a colleague: "It is generally certain that Chen Ping'an has no malicious intent or murderous intentions towards us. But I cannot guarantee that this is definitely the truth."
Swordsman "Mao" asked the young girl who was a military monk: "What are the odds of winning?"
The little girl said: "Chop melons and vegetables."
Then he added the word, "Be."
In fact, this seemingly innocent girl is the brains behind the six of them.
The other five people are not in the capital city of Li, they are on another small hill.
The sword cultivator asked the young Taoist priest again, "What is the result of the divination?"
The Taoist priest laughed angrily and said: "It's like hitting a wall. Fortunately, this swordsman doesn't care about anything. Otherwise, I would have to spit out all the wine I drank. Filling a pot is no big deal."
The sword cultivator thought for a moment and said, "Then remove the formation."
He is obviously the leader among the group. He is not yet young and has not the highest level of cultivation, but he is the real backbone.
When the sword cultivator made such a decision, the female formation master, the military girl and the young monk all put away their magical powers without hesitation.
Chen Ping'an took advantage of the situation and glanced at the young swordsman. His facial features were somewhat similar to someone's. Not surprisingly, his surname was Song, and his surname was Guo.
The sword cultivator was the only one sitting on the roof. After looking at each other with Chen Pingan, he remained calm, as if he didn't know the master of Luolu Mountain at all.
Chen Ping'an stepped out in one step, leaving the highest eaves, and landed on the ridge. He looked level with Aunt Feng and continued to ask in his heart: "Senior, before coming to the capital of Great Li, did you stay in the Lizhu Cave Celestial Body for a long time to understand the way of heaven?
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Aunt Feng shook her head and said with a smile: "It is not suitable or dare to stay for a long time. You were young at that time and had never climbed a mountain, so you may not know very well. Qi Jingchun's temper is only good to you, not to us, the remnants and prisoners with unjust names."
, the thief, the control is much stricter, so I stay more in Zhenwu Mountain and visit occasionally. Before Qi Jingchun took over Dongtian, the saints of the past dynasties were still relatively loose. I would either take people away from Lizhu Dongtian, such as Cao Hang
, Yuan Yu, or occasionally bring outsiders into the cave, such as Gu Can's father. But don't worry, I have nothing to do with that Ma Kuxuan of Xinghua Lane. I don't like him, I don't dislike him, he's good or bad. Of course, this
It’s just my perception, the others are all in their own eyes.”
Chen Pingan believed what she said was not just intuition, but also had enough context and clues to support this feeling.
To use an official analogy, Ma Kuxuan, the proud son of heaven, is like a son of a wealthy family who has a very wealthy ancestor. He has the power to influence the local officialdom and has the potential to segregate vassal towns, but he certainly cannot mobilize a minister in Beijing.
Aunt Feng smiled and asked: "Chen Pingan, do you already know my identity?"
Chen Ping'an didn't hide it, nodded and said: "If I just heard the name 'Aunt Feng', I wouldn't be so sure, but when I see the knot with my own eyes, there will be no doubt."
Being so old, of course you have to call me senior.
She smiled sweetly and said: "I have a good memory and good eyesight. No wonder you are so polite to me."
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Senior, please answer my previous question."
She asked: "Is it important whether you are familiar with Qi Jingchun or not?"
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "For me, it's actually okay, but for seniors, it may be very important."
She stretched out her hand and patted her heart, with a look of resentment on her face, pretending to be frightened, "Threatening and intimidating me? What should a forty-year-old junior do to scare a senior who is several years older?"
Chen Ping'an and Aunt Feng's heartfelt words, the other six people were not at a high level, so naturally they couldn't listen to it. They could only watch the show on the wall, trying their best to find the truth through the eyes of both parties and the subtle changes in their faces.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "This is how senior has wronged someone."
How can it be called a threat? It's a matter of one-on-one talk.
The Aunt Feng in front of me is the God of Sifeng. To be precise, she is one of them.
That's why she appears to be so independent and spotless. The reason couldn't be simpler. The winds of the world must obey her orders.
As for the twenty-four flower trade winds, they are naturally within her jurisdiction.
Chen Ping'an served as a hermit official and entered the summer palace, so he saw several entries about "Aunt Feng", which roughly explained her background.
Aunt Feng smiled and said: "A sword cultivator at the Jade Pu Realm, and a Taoist monk at the Ascension Realm, he speaks with a strong voice."
Chen Pingan nodded and said with a smile: "The wind is passing through the world, the red flags are not upright, and the green trees are still there. It is indeed not as tough as the predecessors."
Aunt Feng's active appearance here is most likely to stand up for the Song family in Dali, which is equivalent to an invisible provocation.
Chen Ping'an didn't think that her arrival was a surprise to her.
If the appearance of Dong Hu, the Minister of Rites, is a show of goodwill, then the appearance of Aunt Feng is indeed a very tough style.
It's like telling myself that you, Chen Ping'an, don't know the details of the Song family in Dali and this capital at all, so don't even think about running amok here.
Although this Aunt Feng had not taken advantage of the opportunity to fill her vacancy and become one of the twelve high-ranking gods ten thousand years ago, an ancient military book called "Tai Gong Yin Fu" in the summer palace recorded an ancient event, but it has been lost for a long time.
The past is told in a "wonderful chronicle" way. According to legend, there were once seven high-ranking divine kings with prominent positions, each leading their tribes to help the human race conquer the sky. Most of them died in the war. Only a few high-ranking ones remained, and they led their troops to live in the world.
In the ancestral court of the Haoran military family, they are like gods and heavenly officials ranked in the immortal class, each responsible for a part of the great road movement.
It's just that the so-called high-ranking divine kings in the book have not clearly identified their identities. It is even harder to say whether they belong to the earliest twelve high-ranking gods.
Assuming that the Zhongtu Military Academy's ancestral court is the main gate of a mansion, then the Zhenwu Mountain and Fengxue Temple's ancestral palaces are just side entrances opened up, and these ancient gods can also enter and exit them.
In addition, an ancient collection of articles similar to those of gods and monsters recorded in detail the largest catastrophe in the history of Baihua Blessed Land, a great disaster. It was this "Aunt Feng" who came to the blessed land and was resented by the flower god of the blessed land as ""
As a "maidservant of the Feng family", she came to visit as a guest and walked through the mountains and rivers of the blessed land. Wherever she went, strong winds blew, howling, and flowers withered. Therefore, at the end of the ancient book, there was also a powerful and eloquent exhortation.
Baihua in the World and Aunt Feng fight to the death.
At that time, when Chen Ping'an was at his summer palace and had free time during the war, he would have a pot of wine and a plate of peanuts, and these long-dusted old yellow calendars as food and drinks.
There is no record of Aunt Feng in the Records of Mountains and Seas and Supplementary Records, as well as in the countless literati's notes in the world.
There are secret files with clear written records. Except for the Merit Forest of the Chinese Confucian Temple, there is absolutely no book in any library anywhere else in the world, even among the thousand-year-old nobles of the mountain sects and human dynasties.
If future generations want to know, they can only know it through word of mouth from their ancestors, and they must ensure that it is not heard by the Confucian Academy. Otherwise, even the head of a sect or the head of a family will have to go to the Merit Forest in the Confucian Temple to play chess.
, drank.
Among the supporters of this female wind god, there are many talented and powerful emperors and monarchs in history. For example, among them is the city lord of Night Ship and the chief of the Sishui Pavilion who once killed the white snake.
Aunt Feng suddenly said: "I almost forgot that you were the last hidden official of the Sword Qi Great Wall."
In fact, in the past few decades before the Lizhu Cave Sky shattered and fell to the ground, for an ancient existence like her, unless it was a critical moment or a critical node, she would not have been willing to look at it more. Maybe it was just
Just scan through it and make sure you have a rough idea of every living being at the moment. Then at most, each one will make his own bet. It may be due to interest, or it may be a competition of vision to see who you are competing with.
Chen Ping'an smiled, saying nothing, both sides seemed to be making trouble, maybe it was because they didn't come to the house to drink, so they could invite Senior Aunt Feng to the inn to have a drink and reminisce about old times.
Aunt Feng thought of something and seemed a little surprised by Chen Ping'an's patience. "Don't ask the other immortals who spoke back then, what are their backgrounds and what do they want?"
Chen Pingan shook his head and said with a smile: "If the senior is willing to say it, the junior will certainly be grateful. If the senior is not willing to say it, the junior will naturally not be able to force it."
She stretched out her fingers and tapped her cheek lightly, squinting her eyes and smiling, as if she was hesitating whether to reveal the secret.
Ma Kuxuan of Xinghua Lane, Song Jixin of Muping Lane, Zhao Yao of Fulu Street, Xie Ling of Taoye Lane... these are just the youngest generation of Lizhu Cave Heaven. Going up, everyone still has their own bets.
, some are just out of sheer boredom, and when they see someone they like, they just go along with it and support them, some have some agenda, and they have hidden connections for thousands of miles. For example, one of the old guys is a contemporary of the lineage of dragon breeders in the world.
Grandmaster, the ancestor of the family had meritorious deeds in slaying the dragon. Back then, this person concealed his identity and rushed all the way to the Aquarius Continent from the Divine Continent in the Middle Earth. He cut off the secrets of heaven and hid among the group of dragon-slaying qi practitioners.
Aunt Feng suddenly suppressed her smile and said for no reason, "It's really not tiring to carry a girl you like on your back no matter how far you go. I was very courageous at that time, but why am I less timid now that I'm in a higher realm?"
I feel anxious for you."
Chen Ping'an's face changed slightly.
When Aunt Feng saw the green-shirted swordsman at this moment, she finally felt a little familiar, and finally looked a bit like the young boy he once was.
Yo, I felt guilty and blushed.
It's strange, isn't it said that Chen Yinguan of the Sword Qi Great Wall can hold the city for another 10,000 years just by relying on his face?
Chen Pingan no longer stooped deliberately, took a deep breath, cupped his fists in salute, smiled brightly, and said, "Thank you, senior, for taking care of me."
Aunt Feng nodded and understood. She was indeed a smart and thoughtful person, and she had been away from home for many years when she was young, so she had managed to maintain her precocious wisdom. Qi Jingchun had a really good vision.
There are some scenes and time scrolls inside Lizhu Cave. Once Qi Jingchun makes that decision, it is destined that not everyone can see them.
As she said herself before, Qi Jingchun's temper is really not very good.
After Qi Jingchun took the boy to the Corridor Bridge, he made a rule with everyone: take care of your eyes and never look at the boy from Mud Bottle Alley again.
One of the old guys broke the rules and was punished by Qi Jingchun to the point where he almost wanted to take the initiative and reincarnate.
She is the only exception.
It’s not that she is optimistic about Chen Pingan or has any bets, but it’s the allusion to the “dragon girl who burned mugwort on her forehead” in her early years, because she once protected many real dragons in the world.
Aunt Feng nodded and said softly, "Here in the capital, I have a place to stay at the Fire Temple."
Chen Pingan clasped his fists and said, "I have to go back to my private matters. I must go over there to pay my respects to my senior."
She reminded: "Before you come, remember to say hello. There is someone who has wanted to see you for a long time. It is not easy for him every time he goes out. He has to report to the Ministry of Etiquette."
Chen Ping'an actually had a few expected candidates in mind, such as shopkeeper Yang of the medicine shop in his hometown, and Su Gaoshan, the general who accompanied the emperor's temple.
It's just that seniors don't need to talk about these clever things. They will meet each other sooner or later anyway.
For the first time, Aunt Feng's eyes were extremely humane and gentle, and she sighed, "It's not easy to reach this point in just a few decades. Now that I'm gone, I won't interrupt your business."
Chen Ping'an is straightening his clothes.
Wearing a green shirt, he bowed and saluted.
In the past, there was a lot of spring breeze in my hometown.
There was once a year when spring left very late and summer came very late.
Aunt Feng dealt with it calmly.
He helped Qi Jingchun so much, but it didn't matter if he was just thanked by his junior brother. It didn't cost him anything.
Before leaving, Aunt Feng and this young man who had never let Qi Jingchun down, reminded her in her heart: "Besides me, you have to be careful. By the way, one of them is in the capital."
Chen Pingan straightened up and said with a smile: "Juniors have always been very careful, so they should be careful too."
Aunt Feng nodded, and flew away like a rabbit and a falcon, neither fast nor slow, not at all speedy.
Chen Ping'an was filled with emotion. It turned out that his senior was also an expert who was well versed in falling situations and liked to hide his clumsiness.
The last scene on the rooftop, where Chen Pingan and Aunt Feng bowed, surprised these young geniuses.
I thought that such a sect leader of Luoluo Mountain, who was causing trouble in Zhengyang Mountain, would start a riot when he arrived in Dali Capital City.
As a result, when I met Aunt Feng, I was so respectful and respectful. In my words, I always insisted on the courtesy of a junior, but I still want to give this big gift before leaving?
In fact, among the preachers, this woman spent the longest time with the eleven people, but she did not teach any advanced Taoism. She only taught a few escape techniques to the eleven people.
The little girl's eyes widened, she turned around, and she quickly stretched her neck, smiled and waved, calling out: "Aunt Feng, I'll treat you to a nice drink later. The immortal wine from Changchun Palace is very expensive."
The young monk clasped his hands together, nodded towards Aunt Feng's retreating figure, and said, "Monks don't lie, Aunt Feng is so beautiful tonight."
The sword cultivator stretched out his fingers and put them between his eyebrows. There were so many like-minded colleagues here, but he had no eyes to see or ears to hear.
However, as long as you are not a fool, you should understand one thing before you realize it. Everyone before has definitely underestimated the realm and identity of Aunt Feng.
Chen Ping'an was about to leave. He had nothing to talk about with these Taoist geniuses. They were just going their separate ways on the single-plank bridge Yangguan Road.
As long as the Da Li Song family is not crazy, they will not let this group of young geniuses with promising careers come to trouble them.
Unexpectedly, the sword cultivator cupped his fists and said, "Song Xu, a sword cultivator from the capital, has met Master Chen."
Chen Ping'an had no choice but to stop, nodded with a smile and said: "A Jindan sword cultivator who is less than twenty years old will have a formidable future."
Song Xu looked awkward.
Now that Song Xu, who is the leader, has signed up for his number, the other five people have followed suit. After all, the opportunity is rare, and it will be profitable to chat with this famous Yinguan for a few more words.
The Confucian Qi practitioner called Mr. Chen and claimed to be a scholar from the old cliff academy of Da Li. He did not go to the Sui Dynasty to continue his studies. He had served as a monk accompanying the army for several years.
The young formation master, a woman named Han Zhoujin, said that she came from the blessed land of Qingtan under the jurisdiction of the Shengaozong.
The little girl from the military family's surname is Yu. As expected, this Tianlu Pavilion is considered her family's territory.
The Taoist priest had a public status and served as a Taoist official in the capital. He was from Jurong in the southeastern boundary of Baopingzhou, and his name was Ge Ling.
The young monk wearing plain gauze Zen clothes claimed to be the young novice monk of the Bible Translation Bureau.
The little girl seemed to be in a good mood. She smiled and said a few more words, "Master Chen, I heard that your old man had a fight with Cao Ci in Gongdelin. It was shocking. I heard that he was very handsome and punched very gracefully.
Cao Ci’s face is swollen, do you think you are proud of your defeat?"
Chen Ping'an has never seen such a little girl who can't chat. She scolds both of them. Do you think you are Gu Jianlong?
Besides, the chat these guys had before taking the throne was not very polite. If I remember correctly, it was this carefree little girl who threatened to meet her for a while and not to miss it when passing by! Listen to that Ge Ling again
Her words were as if she had had a fight with Pei Qian in the capital, but for a full month afterwards, she cried out that her liver hurts every day. When Han Zhoujin said something fair, he said:
Our hidden official is not bad looking." The little girl started to push the needle again and said, "Sister Han, you look so ordinary."
Then Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "In the world of martial arts, disaster comes from the mouth. If you talk too much, you will make mistakes."
This is still not a familiar relationship, otherwise if it were his founding disciple, he would often squat outside the shop in Qilong Lane, press the mouth of a dog's head lying on the ground, and teach the left guardian of Qilong Lane, let him
From now on, when you go from house to house, don't make random noises and be careful with what you say. I know a lot of friends from all walks of life who kill pigs and dogs and open butcher shops. Once you cut them with a knife, you'll be lying on the chopping board. Ah, you talk without even farting.
Not convinced, right...
As for why Chen Ping'an was able to understand the conversation here so well, it was of course due to the magical power of Jing Zhongyue's flying sword.
This natal flying sword can be transformed into many swords. The number depends on Chen Ping'an's level.
After Chen Ping'an entered the capital, he used several flying swords transformed from the moon in the well and flew secretly.
Han Zhoujin glanced at the moonlight on the branches of an ancient cypress not far away, and quipped, "Mr. Chen is already a swordsman in the upper five realms. Isn't it appropriate to act like this?"
“It is essential to be on guard against others, and you must be careful to sail a ship that lasts forever.”
Chen Ping'an looked calm, raised his sleeves, waved casually, and put a sword light into his sleeves.
The sword light seemed to have already blended with the moonlight, so there was no trace left.
Song Xu was filled with admiration. He was a sword cultivator, so he knew the weight of Chen Ping'an's hand best.
Anyone who is a sword cultivator can use the flying sword to transform into nothingness and hide somewhere.
However, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth is not static and flows erratically. If the talisman is refined into the sword and the sword intention is melted, it is just that the superposition of this kind of magic has advantages and disadvantages. The advantage is that it is difficult to find traces, and the trajectory of the flying sword is more concealed.
, the disadvantage is that it damages the "purity" of the flying sword and affects its killing power.
And Chen Pingan's sword light is like a long river of time, with fish swimming in it.
Like a fish swimming in the clouds and water.
Just by shaking his hand, Yin Guan let Song Xu know the difference.
In short, if Chen Pingan really wants to commit murder tonight, just like Yu Yu said before, he can kill melons and vegetables at will.
Of course, they are not without some "unreasonable" back-up tactics, but they really have no chance of winning against this hidden official of the Sword Qi Great Wall.
There is nothing embarrassing to admit. Anyway, the five sword immortal embryos of Jia Shen Zhang are the top geniuses in the entire wild world. They even failed to succeed in a carefully planned siege.
And the six of them are, after all, just the so-called top leaders in a continent.
Chen Pingan thought that he had become familiar with them and planned to leave. After all, Dong Hu was still waiting at the entrance of the alley. Chen Pingan was willing to miss this old servant whom he had met when he was a boy.
Ge Ling called out to Chen Jianxian.
Chen Pingan asked doubtfully: "Is there anything else?"
Ge Ling pointed at a place and said helplessly: "What can happen to Xiaodao's shallow Taoism? It's just Chen Jianxian's other flying sword. Can you put it away? Xiaodao's back is chilly and he always feels scared."
Chen Ping'an nodded and praised: "The little fairy's eyes are as bright as a torch, and it is like opening the eyes of the sky."
Ge Ling clasped his hands on his chest, shook it slightly, and said with a smile: "Chen Jianxian praised me so much that I don't dare to take it seriously. But I can borrow Chen Jianxian's auspicious words so that I can be promoted to Immortal Lord as soon as possible."
"Easy to say, easy to talk to. If you hit it off, I'll give you a lot of good words and auspicious words."
Chen Ping'an smiled and waved again, a sword light was gathered into his sleeve, and then another one.
There are a total of six sword lights from front to back. There are six people on the roof, and everyone has a share.
Ge Ling and Han Zhoujin, the formation master, looked at each other and smiled bitterly.
The two of them, among the six, are already considered the best monks at detecting the flow of spiritual energy in the world and looking for clues.
The little girl turned her head, learned her lesson this time and looked away, and muttered again: "It's so insidious and dishonest. They are all sword immortals, and they still bully us little earth immortals like this."
Chen Pingan stretched out a finger, tapped his ear, and said with a smile: "This girl would rather hit someone than curse someone, and curse someone without being heard. This is still the old rule in the world."
The little girl pecked at the rice, "Although I don't know why Chen Jianxian is so nagging, I think it makes sense."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Excellent, excellent. Being able to receive kind words and kind words is like a city man who has accumulated a lot of baht and has become a millionaire."
Talking about money, right? She liked hearing this, and she suddenly became more fond of the blue-shirted swordsman.
Ge Ling smiled and said: "Chen Jianxian actually passed by Xiaoguan before, and the path was temporarily practiced there. There is still tea for guests."
It refers to the small Taoist temple under the Chongxu Bureau that manages the affairs of the Taoist sect in the capital.
Chen Ping'an didn't have any polite words, so he said it was better to forget it and stop staying here, and his figure disappeared in a flash on the roof of Tianlu Pavilion.
As soon as Chen Ping'an left, there was still silence. After a while, the young Taoist priest put away his magical power and said that he should really leave. The little girl sighed, looked at the Confucian Qi practitioner, and said, I am holding Chen Ping's hand.
Ping An has talked so much, how many words has he said, and it still doesn't work?
The latter shook his head and said all the words without moving a muscle.
As a result, another sword light flashed.
The young monk clasped his hands together and said, "Buddha, please help me have nothing to do tonight. I will go to the merit box to donate incense and money tomorrow."
Yu Yu stamped her foot, "Are you bothered? My aunt finally understands why Jia Shen's account is at a loss. You are so high-ranking, but you are still so unskilled in doing things."
Song Xu reminded with a smile: "Mr. Chen's cultivation level was actually not high when he was ambushed on the Sword Qi Great Wall."
The group of them didn't bother to change places, so they all sat down on the roof, drinking and practicing.
According to the plan of the national master Cui Chun, within the next hundred years, a sect will suddenly appear in the southern border of Aquarius Continent, with eleven Qi practitioners, at least Yupu realm, plus one Zhiming martial artist. The founder of the sect
, to create a sect. Everyone present, plus the other five, will be the founder.
Every sect leader must be a disciple of the Confucian Academy, and must at least have the status of a gentleman.
What you, the Chinese Confucian Temple, are too embarrassed to do, I, the Great Li Dynasty, will start with and try it out to see the effect.
The strategy given by Wen Hai Zhoumi back then does not need to be completely rejected by Haoran Tianxia.
Ruining things because of people is contrary to the knowledge of work.
Han Zhoujin lay back and murmured with a smile: "Yin Guan is indeed good-looking."
Yu Yu sat cross-legged and rolled her eyes.
The last sword light disappeared quietly.
It seemed that the female formation master's sincere and unintentional words scared away the flying sword of the young hidden official.
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Dong Hu was left aside by the young mountain master earlier. The old servant felt helpless, but he was not too angry. What he discussed with the mountain master tonight was of great importance. Let alone wait for an hour and a half, Chen Ping'an would
He never returned, so he waited until dawn without even a word of complaint from the old man.
Dong Hu glanced at the alley not far away. The old Yuanying named Liu Gao in the Ministry of Rites files was standing there with his eyes closed and meditating, practicing. Why don't you get a promotion?
As for the young man from the Zhao family in Tianshui, he squatted on the ground and ate a lot of peanuts. He caught the sight of the old servant and extended his hand. Dong Hu smiled and waved his hand. Eat, eat, eat. Your grandfather and father are both fat.
It seemed that although the old servant had no complaints, he did have some resentment.
I really don’t know what the Imperial Master was thinking back then, and he found such an old antique to guard the courtyard behind closed doors. He only knew how to practice. He was an inexperienced person, and he never stepped out of the alley all year round. But this kid Zhao Duanming
Why don't you talk to this preacher about outside matters?
The young man said with a playful smile: "Grandpa Dong, don't look at me. It's not like you don't know. Every time I go out, I only look for Drunkard Cao to eat, drink, chat and spank. I don't talk about business at all. Besides, from now on,
If something comes out of someone's mouth, how serious can it be?"
Dong Hu, an old minister, according to official rules, although he has a good relationship with the Tianshui Zhao family, he cannot be regarded as the Tianshui Zhao family's spokesperson in the temple. In fact, among the surnames of the Shangzhu Kingdom, the Zhao family has little officialdom in the capital.
Weight. Because the Tianshui Zhao family’s officialdom in Dali was mainly in the Ministry of Revenue and the Ministry of Works, and none of them stood out, and no one became the chief official.
However, the horse administration of the Dali court has always been firmly controlled by the Tianshui Zhao family, so the relationship with the border troops can be imagined.
The old minister was naturally no stranger to Zhao Duanming, a Taoist monk who had clearly given up his future identity as the head of the Tianshui family. He would see Zhao Duanming in Yichi Alley when he went from door to door during festivals and festivals. This child was very naughty and he had been a very capable person since he was a child.
The master of creation, when he was a child, he often led a group of his peers from Yichi Lane to fight against the generals who were about the same age from Chi'er Street.
These two streets with the longest history in Dali have their own child kings in every generation.
There are only a few children who didn't have a bruised nose or face when they were young. They all have their own dog-headed military advisers who are responsible for reading military books and helping to arrange troops. However, if there is a fight, there will be no rules and regulations.
For example, people a generation older than Zhao Duanming, Cao Gengxin, Liu Xunmei, etc. are in the same situation.
But Cao Gengxin is the most insidious guy. He specializes in building relationships with the girls in two streets. Before every fight, he will tip off the sisters and ask for money from their sisters, saying that he can lead people to secretly protect so-and-so.
, which can guarantee that so and so will be punched less often and at least be able to go home standing. This guy also has a business acumen. At a young age, he knew how to hire people to make wooden and bamboo knives. Every time he fanned the flames and caused a fight, he started distributing weapons, of course leasing them.
, you have to pay, and if the fight is interrupted, you have to pay.
Because children born in Yichi Lane, whose ancestors had higher official status in the officialdom, were often beaten by people from Chier Street, and would be beaten to death if they were caught.
As for Yuan Zhengding, who is about the same age as Cao Gengxin, he has not liked to get involved in such messy things since he was a child, which is extremely special.
Even earlier, there was the hunting envoy Cao Peng and his gang. When Mr. Guan was alive, he loved to watch these fights. The most damaging thing was that the old man kept piles of abandoned things at the back door of Guan's house all year round.
Bricks, no charge, just take them away.
This is how Dong Hu himself came here. From his sons to his grandsons and even his granddaughters, no matter whether he likes fighting or not, there is no shortage of both beating and being beaten. Every time the child is king, he will be the best in the battlefield.
Soldiers, if anyone dares not to go, he will be excluded afterwards. Therefore, there has always been a saying in Dali official circles that those who have not borrowed the Guan family's bricks will generally not have great prospects.
Dong Hu thinks that such a large Lijing city is very good.
In the two streets, there are both the sounds of childish reading and the sounds of fighting and shouting.
After all, Dong Hu was getting older. He was not in the court anyway, but squatting on the roadside with his back against the wall.
Liu Gao opened his eyes and said with a smile: "For such a high official as the minister, he can squat on the ground. It is disgraceful and unbecoming."
After all, the old monk was not blind or deaf. No matter how little he paid attention to the outside world, he still had some gossip about his friends.
I only heard that this old minister, who spent half his life in the yamen of the Ministry of Rites, had a hard-kneed knee in the officialdom and an average reputation. He was a hard-working minister.
Of course, as a layman in these official matters, he would not really think that this high official must be a coward because he never said harsh words.
After all, there are too many ruthless people in the Dali officialdom, especially the temples in the capital, and there are many people who don't say ruthless words but only do ruthless things.
Dong Hu said angrily: "I'm not a god like you who doesn't need to eat. I have to poop every day. I don't know how to squat or stand to poop, ah?"
Tonight, His Majesty the Emperor urgently summoned him to the palace to discuss matters, and then he had to do such a hard job. The longer the old minister waited, the worse he became. Especially the Queen Mother's peach blossom eyes, which were so narrow that they were penetrating.
But in fact, Dong Hu's impression of the young mountain owner of Luolu Mountain was exactly the same. Dong Hu even always felt that the old Lizhu Cave had really good Feng Shui.
There are so many talented people with such talent.
The Ministry of Rites is in charge of the landscape of a country, and he is also the minister, so he knows a lot about the inside story.
Even the unruly and unruly Ma Kuxuan never slacked off during the battles.
In addition, there are Zhao Yao, who is already an official in the capital, and Lin Shouyi, who is now in the capital. Which one is not the genius among geniuses?
Liu Ga smiled and said: "Then the minister will continue to squat and drink from the northwest wind."
Dong Hu turned around and said angrily: "Duan Ming, let's crack some peanuts."
Zhao Duanming flicked his wrist, stood up and clapped his hands, "No."
Liu Kao stroked his beard and smiled. He is a good disciple and has the same heart as his master.
In fact, Chen Ping'an had already returned to the alley, but he was not in a hurry to show up. It was not that he was deliberately putting on airs, but he just wanted to see more of the old servant's patience.
Conscience is in the clear night air.
A drinking party had finally broken up by the riverside, which was as bright as daylight. The young official held back the smell of alcohol and said goodbye to the senior officials with bigger official hats. He waited until they were gone.
, immediately reached out to cover his mouth, and ran all the way to the river, squatting and lying on his stomach to vomit, retching until tears came out.
Drinking makes you feel uncomfortable, and your heart feels even worse.
Han Chuang studied hard for twenty years and finally became an official, but he had to smile with others at the wine table like this.
The old man from his hometown squatted aside and patted the young man's back gently.
This young man is a handsome man who is praised by the great Li Shilin as "his articles are as white as snow".
If you are not talented enough, you will accept your fate. However, you are obviously a talented person, but you have to wrong yourself like this at the wine table. So what is wrong with feeling wronged? If young people don't feel wrong, old people will not have to do anything for young people.
Leading the way.
The young man raised the back of his hand, wiped the corners of his eyes, smiled bitterly, and said tremblingly: "Master, even if I only have one drink a month, I can't bear it. When will you die?"
The old man smiled and said: "When you become a high official and it is someone else's turn to treat you to a drink, you can drink less. If you are in a good mood and the wine is good, drink more."
The young man turned his head and retched again. He splashed the river water, lowered his head to rinse his mouth, and then sat on the ground. He could no longer vomit, and finally felt better.
The old man sat on the steps nearby and said with a smile: "People say that God can't prevent people from being rich, but it can only prevent people from being leisurely. In the officialdom, of course, there will be no more leisure, just get used to it. But there is a saying, it was once my imperial examination room
The teacher told me that after a drinking party like today, he said that no matter how much you study, if you still don't know how to be close to people and observe things, then you should just stop being an official, because scholars should understand the world through reading.
"
At this point, after a pause, the old man stroked his beard and smiled, "So you kid, you have to pay back the money."
The young man, who was already blushing, became even more embarrassed and said softly: "Master, I have to pay for the drinks first."
The old man smiled and said: "Don't worry, I will pay it back when I have money. I am still strong. Just save your salary first. It is not easy for a wife to live in the capital. If you want to marry a local beautiful girl, it is even more difficult."
It’s a waste of money.”
Seeing that the young man was still a little unnecessarily embarrassed, the old man smiled and said: "When a gentleman establishes a career, being poor is not shameful."
The young official stood up unsteadily, bowed in salute, and thanked the old man silently.
I still had all the grievances I had before, but not as much.
Old people and young people walked together on the street. It was late at night and still lively.
Another drinking party also ended.
The man smiled and asked: "How?"
The two fairies blushed and smiled. It was true that they had misunderstood the elder of their master. But they couldn't blame them for overthinking it, not to mention that it would be unpleasant to spread the word about just accompanying him for a drink.
The scholar who is a member of the first division of the Ministry of Justice is indeed a gentleman. Most of the things they talked about at the banquet were about the customs and customs of his hometown. Of course, he also talked about some official remarks, such as hoping that the sect they were in, the genealogy masters
Being able to go down the mountain more often, in addition to gaining experience in the world of life, also benefits the village and protects the people there.
In the river, there was a green-robed god hovering in the water, looking up at the lights of restaurants along the entire Changpu River bank.
He, the water god of the Calamus River, is not of high quality because the river is not long, and the quality of the landscape is not high. This is because he is under the emperor's feet. Otherwise, he would be in charge of such a small amount of water that his colleagues jokingly call "a few buckets of water" and leave it alone.
In the local area, anyone who can catch a river and has official status can be found in Xuan.
A man next to him, a waterman from the mansion, quickly stretched out his hand to disperse the streams of fishy water to avoid soiling the official robe of his own water god. Then he rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "Master, this street is really outrageous. It is so noisy all night long every day.
I can't bear it. As expected, I am very generous, and the prime minister's belly can support a boat. If I want to become an official in the court, it will be a good thing, at least I will start as a court official."
The river god laughed and said, "Is it possible that you drank too much and talked drunken nonsense?"
He has been guarding here for hundreds of years. Anyway, he has been the water god of this Changpu River since the first day of the founding of the Great Li Kingdom. Therefore, he has met almost all the Great Li emperors, generals, ministers, ministers and generals, and he has also been arrogant.
Domineering, extravagant and lustful people, powerful generals from feudal towns came to the capital in droves.
The most profound memory of this Calamus River God is strange. It is not about the feats that a certain person has accomplished, or who became the rebellious traitor who tried to usurp the country and was ruined. It is about the past hundred years or so.
Those old official robes and official boots that are badly worn, and those cheap jade pendants of poor material and poor carving hanging around the waist.
Even today, especially in Yichi Lane and Chier Street, many officials who attend court meetings change their official robes and boots again and again, but the jade pendant remains the same.
This seems to be an unwritten rule in Dali officialdom.
I heard that during a court meeting, a young man from a high family and a junior official in the officialdom exchanged a priceless jade pendant one day.
It turned out that Mr. Guan had a keen eye, and the first thing he discovered was that he called his friends, and a large group of important officials gathered around the young official to watch the fun. They were all envious, asked about the price, and praised the carving work.
This made the young official feel ashamed.
Later, in the middle of the night, the young people first came here to drink and drink away their sorrows. Later, when they saw no one around, they cried in grievance, saying that these old foxes had ganged up to disgust people, bully people, and buy them to clean up their wealth.
Why can't I wear a jade pendant?
Later, this once young, then no longer young, official of the Great Li Military Department, who was still a civil servant, died on the battlefield of Peidu during a battle to defend the city.
There was a court meeting in the capital. After a few decrepit old people retired from the court, these young old guys who had once laughed at them walked out together, and then stood somewhere outside the palace gate with their hands folded.
The old people, who had long been blinded, deafened, and had loose teeth, and could no longer laugh or speak, did not say anything. They seemed to hear the clanging sound of jade.
Therefore, the God of the Calamus River sincerely felt that only the capital city of Li in the past hundred years could truly be as intoxicating as fine wine.
It seems that no matter how much wine generations of young people drink, Da Li will be more heroic in temples and battlefields.
A subtle sword light flashed away.
In this brightly lit place, it is hard for gods to predict the light of this sword.
Like the calamus water god, he never noticed it.
Chen Ping'an sat on a wall not far from the alley, put the sword light into his sleeves, held his chin in one hand, and smiled a little.
He stood up, floated down the street, and went to see the old servant Dong Hu.
Inside the Dali Palace.
His Majesty the Emperor and the Queen Mother were sitting across from each other in a small room. Next to Song He, there was also a young-looking woman named Yu Mian, who was the Queen of Dali and was born in the Yu family of the Shangzhu Kingdom.
There was no Dali civil or military official accompanying the discussion, and it was just like a family chatting.
Yu Mian held a round fan in his hand, tilted his body slightly, and leaned on the flower table to help His Majesty the Emperor gently fan the air. Since the house was not big and the windows were not opened tonight, the heat was not bad.
Among all the surnames in Shangzhu Kingdom, the Yu family is the one that is relatively far away from the officialdom. Now, in name, it is only in charge of all the official silk and tea services in Dali.
Compared with the "mother-in-law" next to her, Yu Mian, the daughter-in-law of the Song family, really has a poor reputation. She is not even called "virtuous" in the court.
At most, they would participate in sacrifices as usual, or chat with the wives who were destined to enter the palace.
Song He asked softly: "Queen mother, can't you hand over the broken piece of porcelain?"
Do not confuse family affairs with state affairs. Moreover, what the Song family of Dali wants to get is already in their pocket, so why bother creating complications for such a trivial matter.
What to do with it? It's useless.
In fact, news came from the Qintian Prison at that time, and a landscape painting of Guoyunlou Inn on Zhengyang Mountain was sent to the palace. He copied it and gave it to his majesty, the emperor.
As soon as Song He saw what Chen Ping'an did at that time, he knew that this matter would definitely be a big trouble.
The woman suddenly said angrily: "When did the family affairs of the emperor's family cease to be state affairs? You are the king of a country and the most respected person in the world. Do you want me to teach you this simple truth?"
She stretched out a palm and held down the table, "He, Chen Ping'an, is a citizen of Dali. He got a few bags of gold and copper coins, bought Luopo Mountain, and later established
Zongmen, when has it ever been on good terms with the Dali court in so many years? He even deliberately turned a blind eye to the Longzhou area, from the superintendent of the Yamen, to the governor of the state, the governor, and the county magistrate. More than half of them
Would you like some contact?"
"The establishment of the sect in Luopo Mountain did not even require approval from our Dali imperial court, which caused our Dali Song family to lose face in the Chinese Confucian Temple! Is this the sincerity of Chen Ping'an?!"
"Oh, you can even take the Bamboo Emperor to drink tea at the First Line Peak Ancestral Hall. It has only been a few years in Luopo Mountain, and you dare to be so rude and rude. In a few years, will you have to drink tea here?
Your Majesty, do you plan to ask me to serve him tea and water?"
The emperor could only smile bitterly.
As for Queen Dali, she always had a low eyebrow and a weak attitude.
She put down the fan, put it down gently, and silently picked up an tangerine from the porcelain basin. Her fingers were as green as green onions, and she cut the tangerine into pieces with her delicate hands, and then gently handed it to His Majesty the Emperor.
In fact, the woman didn't like this daughter-in-law very much. She was too well-behaved and sensible, too submissive, too sharp and restrained. In short, she was too much like the woman's younger self.
But this marriage was personally arranged by the late emperor and handled by the imperial master. How could she dare to say no?
The woman became more and more angry as she spoke, and slapped the table, "Song He, don't forget, I, Dali, worship martial arts, which is the foundation of our country!"
She turned to look at Yu Mian and said, "Go down."
The queen immediately stood up, folded her clothes and said goodbye, then picked up the round fan. Song He frowned slightly and was about to hold her hand. The woman's fingers moved slightly and shook quietly.
Song He smiled knowingly and stopped stopping her from leaving.
The woman pretended not to notice her daughter-in-law's little move, and just sneered in her heart, "Vulgar!" She is really more vixen than a vixen.
As soon as Yu Mian left, the woman immediately stopped looking extremely annoyed and said with a gloomy face: "Don't forget the word harmony. This Chen Ping'an knows about this, and you think he is someone who has never met before."
Are you closer, or are you closer to 'Song Mu' who has been a neighbor for many years?! Don't forget, in the Dadu Temple, the person who was traveling together with Chen Ping'an, who was lucky enough to return home alive, is
Song Jixin in Muping Alley is the vassal king Song Mu who is in charge of Dali, not His Majesty!"
The emperor was silent.
The woman smiled and said, "Your Majesty, please leave it alone. I know how to deal with Chen Pingan."
Queen Yu Mian of Dali walked slowly in the corridor, followed by several palace maids who were not far behind her. Their steps were light and orderly, but no one looked like they were walking on thin ice.
Occasionally, Yu Mian would ask some interesting stories about the people in Lizhu Cave, and His Majesty the Emperor would only tell them. One of the things she remembers deeply is that she heard that the young mountain master who grew up eating a lot of food from hundreds of families, after he became successful, fell into the Luoluoshan Mountain.
The Heqilong Lane shop will still take care of those former neighbors. Whenever a woodcutter rests at the gate of Luolu Mountain, there will be a little girl in black who is responsible for looking after the door. Tea will be served and placed on the roadside during the day.
Place the table and take it back at night.
So she actually has a good impression of that Luolu Mountain because she feels that the family tradition is very similar to that of her mother's family.
But what can she do if she thinks so? It doesn't matter what she thinks.
She turned her head to look at the night sky, where the bright moon was in the sky. She didn't know whether it would be cloudy or sunny tomorrow, or whether it would be stormy or stormy.
She only knows one thing.
A wealthy family often has poor relatives coming and going, and never returns empty-handed. This is a loyal family.
When passing the high gate, people will not deliberately walk through it as if to avoid disaster. It is the gate to accumulate good deeds.
Outside the alley beyond Renyun Yiyun Building.
Chen Pingan clasped his fists and said with a smile: "I've kept Mr. Dong waiting for a long time."
Dong Hu just saw a green shirt on the street and immediately stood up. When he heard these words, his heartstrings became even more tense.
And the second sentence of this young man with many identities made Dong Hu feel even more complicated. He didn't know whether to be happy or worried.
Because Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Excuse me, Mr. Dong, please go back to the palace and report that if you really want to chat, let the woman come here to chat in person, otherwise I will go to her house as a guest."
Dong Hu asked softly: "Is this really the case?"
Chen Pingan turned his head, looked at the old coachman who seemed to be napping, and asked, "Don't you like me?"
Dong Hu is one big and the other big, but the coachman never even glanced at you, Chen Pingan, from the beginning to the end.
The old coachman opened his eyes and said calmly: "So what if it is, so what if it isn't?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "As expected, he was the second senior to speak."
The old coachman twitched his lips, "Lianlian?"
Just as Chen Ping'an was about to speak, he suddenly raised his head and saw a whirlpool suddenly appeared over the entire Aquarius Continent, and then a sword light came straight down, pointing directly at the Great Li Capital City.
Chen Ping'an knew that he was right to leave the inn at that time, otherwise he would definitely be beaten.
Because the person who drew the sword was Ning Yao, who was lying on the table and thinking more and more, and then he saw this rickshaw driver who was relying on his old age, practicing, practicing, practicing your mother-in-law.