That sword light from the sky, a straight line, descended into the world.
As a result, the old coachman was like a wooden man standing motionless. He was so proud that he stayed on the spot and endured the sword light. He just raised his hands and forcefully took the sword.
Anyway, in the eyes of the old Yuanying Liu Gao who was responsible for guarding the alleys, he was so heroic that he admired him immediately. He never thought that there was such a heroic man hiding in the capital of Li, and he had the opportunity to have a drink with him.
The next moment, the old coachman was pierced through the ground by a sword, and was trapped ten miles underground in the Great Li Capital City. Above the street, a deep pit the size of a wellhead appeared. Because the sword light was too sharp, there was no trace of the surrounding ground.
crack.
But in Chen Ping'an's eyes, it's not that simple. In fact, when the whirlpool appeared in the sky, the old coachman began to use some kind of magical power, making the human body look like a city of colored glaze, like a dojo made up of thousands of colored glazes.
This old man, who, like Aunt Feng, the God of Wind, had chosen to live in seclusion, was absolutely unwilling to bear that sword light.
At the same time, the old coachman glanced sideways in the direction of the central capital. It was obvious that he was waiting for the sword light to appear over there and to use sword against sword. But for some reason, Da Li imitated Bai Yujing and seemed to turn a blind eye to it. He was clearly a
Don’t you care if the Ascension Realm Sword Immortal draws his sword?!
So the moment the sword light fell from the whirlpool, the old coachman shrank into the mountains and rivers without hesitation, stepped out of the capital in one step, and appeared in the capital a hundred miles away. Then his body shape shattered like glass and turned into ashes.
Hundreds of colorful flowing fireflies suddenly dispersed and fled in all directions. As a result, hundreds of murderous sword lights appeared in the whirlpool of the sky, pointing accurately at the escape direction of the old coachman Liuying's figure, forcing him to
The old coachman had no choice but to collect the colored glaze light, return the pure divinity to his body, bite the bullet and retreat to the mountains and rivers again, back to the original place in the streets of the capital, because only the first sword light showed the least murderous intention and the shallowest murderous intent.
light.
It seems that Ning Yao is telling the old coachman the simplest truth: if you don't run away, you are holding the sword, and if you run away, you are asking for the sword.
These are all things that happened in a moment. In the capital city, except for Chen Ping'an and Aunt Feng who looked up at the fire temple to watch the excitement, few people could notice the "turns and turns" of the old coachman.
Under the earth, the old coachman stood suspended in the air, clad in golden armor, with golden dragons entwining his hands and feet. Under the old man's feet, a whirlpool of golden blood flowed and gathered. The body of the ancient god had lost much of his divinity with a single sword.
The old man seemed to be standing at the bottom of a well at this moment. The entire well was worthy of the name, with countless subtle sword energy crisscrossing it. The pure sword energy almost turned into substance, making the mouth of the well as thick as mercury flowing out, and it also contained the endless circulation of energy.
The way of swordsmanship makes the round wall of the well even have traces of "Taoism". If it is placed on the mountain, it is a well-deserved fairy tale. It can even be regarded as a masterpiece that can allow future generations of swordsmen to devote themselves to understanding for hundreds of years.
Sword Sutra!
A young woman with a sword case on her back stood in a long river of time with water as slender as a stream. Since she was outside the Five Elements, the soil and mountain roots under the Great Li Capital City naturally did not restrict her figure. The sword was hovering, and Ning Yao
With just a slight thought, all the traces of swordsmanship in a well collapsed, and then he asked: "Lianlian?"
The fight between Chen Ping'an and Cao Ci in the Confucian Temple Gongdelin was not suitable for the near future. It was a medicine jar. The sword fight in Zhengyang Mountain was an old score accumulated for many years. It was not easy for Ning Yao to stop him, but in this great city of Li, Chen
Ping'an just came to the Empress Dowager Da Li to ask for an explanation, so no matter who it was, Aunt Feng or the coachman, if they wanted to take action against Chen Ping'an, they had to ask her first whether she would agree or not.
The old coachman said solemnly: "Have you ever killed anyone in a high position in the colorful world?!"
Ning Yao asked back: "So what if it is, so what if it isn't?"
Two sentences spoken by the old coachman and Chen Pingan.
Ning Yao happened to return it to the old coachman.
The old coachman was silent for a moment, "I'm shaking hands with Chen Pingan, what does it have to do with you, a foreigner?"
In fact, what the old coachman means is that in this great city of Lijing, whether Chen Ping'an and I settle old scores or practice, at least tonight, no one will die. You, Ning Yao, are a foreigner, why are you trying to get involved? What's more?
You are already the number one person in the colorful world. Every time you draw a sword in the vast world, you should carefully weigh the weight of the rules of heaven and the conflict between the two worlds in the mysterious way of "God's will".
Side effects!
In the end, it was better not to say these words. Ning Yao's sword intention was relatively stable and his murderous intent was not heavy. As soon as the old coachman said it, he realized something was wrong. It seemed that Ning Yao had listened to the words and accepted the literal meaning, but
I didn't hear what the old coachman meant.
Ning Yao narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Senior said something fair."
I have nothing to do with that guy.
After so many years of door-to-door marriage proposals, matchmaker's words, and return gifts, there is still nothing.
If there are many reasons for being in the Great Wall of Sword Qi, such as the boss Jianxian saying nothing, etc., when he returned to his hometown safely and came to Haoran with his sword, that guy was still pretending to be stupid and crazy.
I put it off again and again, I like him so I won’t say anything. What’s more, how should a woman say or open her mouth about some things?
But who are you to remind me, Ning Yao, of this?
next moment.
The figure of the old coachman was knocked out of the ground with a sword. Ning Yao struck him out of the Aquarius Continent with another sword and fell into the sea. The old coachman tilted and crashed into the sea, and a huge waterless land appeared.
, like a big bowl, stirring up waves in all directions, completely disrupting the water transport within a thousand miles.
The old coachman knelt down on one knee and vomited blood, which was all golden. However, the old man was horrified to find that the place where he fell was actually a hidden ruins, where the Haiyan Mausoleum was located? And could this place actually lead to the brand new mausoleum?
The world?!
The high-ranking god that Ning Yao killed in the colorful world was one of the twelve high-ranking gods under the Armored One, the One-Eyed One?
Otherwise, how could she see through the ancient ruins and barbaric plots that were not found in any Chinese temple?
Ning Yao's face was expressionless, "Get out of the way, don't hinder the sword."
If the old coachman was granted amnesty, he immediately fled far away, making up his mind not to go to Dali to avoid its sharp edge.
Ning Yao shifted his gaze slightly, squinted and said: "I want you to go back to the Great Li Capital City and reminisce with someone. We have reached an agreement. We will go our separate ways. If the agreement is not reached, you can just run away. Cave Heaven Paradise, Shattered Secret Realm, whatever
If I hide and can’t find you, I lose.”
Ning Yao Yujian hovered above the sea and said only two words, "Come here."
In the colorful world, countless sword energies condensed and surged wildly, finally gathering into a sword light. Between the two worlds, like the eyes of the sky opening, there was a sky curtain like a gate opening, making way for the sword light.
I have a sword to travel far away, and I want to be my guest Haoran.
This is truly the best building in the world.
That sword light enveloped the infinite avenue and came to the sea here in the vast world.
From the mausoleum in the sea, a huge form of an ascended-level ghost appeared, roaring incessantly. It trampled the bottom of the sea with one foot, and grabbed the woman as small as a mustard seed with one hand.
The appearance of that sword light made the entire Haoran world as bright as day, but the sword light was so bright that it disappeared in an instant, and the world returned to night.
In fact, many things that happened when flying to Haoran with a sword were caused by Ning Yao's woman's thoughts.
For example, he always deliberately downplays the fact that he is an Ascension Realm sword cultivator. On his side, Ning Yao never talks much about the inside story of Colorful World. Who is the first person in the new world?
Another example is that at Zhengyang Mountain, she also participated in the ceremony. In fact, with a single sword strike, let alone Yuan Zhenye or the sect leader Bamboo Emperor, the entire Zhengyang Mountain's thousands of miles of mountains and rivers would be gone.
As long as she went out and walked together, Ning Yao would never compete with him for the limelight. For example, when he took her from door to door this time, she always said "Sword Cultivating Ning Yao" or "Ascension City Ning Yao", or else she simply just
Say the name.
After all, it was not easy for Chen Ping'an to become a swordsman with many ups and downs.
And she thought that Yao's sword practice would be too easy in this life.
When she thought of this, she felt that she was not so troubled, and began to return to Aquarius Continent with her sword, but not at a fast pace, lest someone get distracted.
As for the Ascension Realm ghost that had no idea what it was planning, it had been severely wounded by her sword and left traces, and was later handed over to the Confucian Temple for disposal.
On the streets of Beijing, young Zhao Duanming discovered that the blue-shirted swordsman named Chen Dangshanzhu was always looking at his nose and heart, and behaved like a coward who encountered a ghost at night.
As for today's series of strange things, the neighbor's Dong Lao Shilang came here to look for someone. The old coachman refused to deal with the man when they met. As a result, as soon as the old coachman said that he wanted to practice, he was inexplicably practiced by someone else.
Zhao Duanming didn't bother to think about the reason. He just felt that the thrilling swordsmanship was not a great swordsman in the immortal realm. He couldn't make such a big move even if he was beaten to death, right?
Chen Pingan, who had been paying attention to the imitation Bai Yujing, breathed a sigh of relief and was quite surprised. He didn't understand why there was no sword to stop him, but since it was a good thing, he didn't need to think too much about the reason for the time being. He turned around and asked with a smile: "Your name is Zhao Duanming?
Are you a descendant of the Zhao family in Tianshui County?"
A young man who is so familiar with Zuo Shilang of the Ministry of Rites is most likely from Yichi Lane and Chier Street. Furthermore, the Tianshui Zhao family of Shangzhu Kingdom has a deep connection with the Dali border army, and there is a family disciple in
It makes sense that this practice is so close to Renyun Yiyun Tower.
Zhao Duanming asked doubtfully: "Senior, who are you?"
Chen Ping'an thought that the young man had already guessed his identity, after all, Dong Hu had previously called himself "Master Chen".
Just thinking about being blocked before, it seems that we cannot overestimate the human sophistication of the master and apprentice gatekeepers?
Chen Ping'an had no choice but to introduce himself: "I'm from Luolu Mountain, and my surname is Chen."
Zhao Duanming was stunned on the spot and murmured: "Impossible? Drunkard Cao said that Shanzhu Chen from Luoshan Mountain was so handsome that every time he went shopping, the little ladies from his hometown would scream when they met him. I heard that he was so handsome
A woman fainted on the spot."
Drunkard Cao, this bastard, has been soaking in the wine vat all day long. As expected, he has never said a word soberly. How come Chen Ping'an is so handsome in front of him? He is also "beautiful and graceful, with a pure demeanor, and he forgets the vulgarity when he sees it."
, women in the world will lose their souls when they see them, so Chen Ping’an helped the mountain to be named Luolu Mountain”?!
Your uncle's stubbornness prevented me from recognizing Chen Ping'an's identity at a glance. I will come back to settle the score with you and insist on drinking until you lose everything.
Chen Pingan kept smiling and said: "If you have the chance, you must thank Cao Duzao for your kind words."
The famous drunkard Cao Gengxin was appointed as the head of the Longzhou Kiln Supervision and Construction Office. Therefore, Cao Gengxin had a good relationship with the surname of Huaihuang County, many Longzhou landscape gods, and various genealogy masters. Cao Gengxin was far better than
Wu Yuan, the first county magistrate in the history of Lizhu Dongtian, followed the local customs, so he was regarded as a local. This Junyan of the Cao family from the capital, in those years, seemed to do nothing but just do nothing every day.
Grab some wine and have a drink. Then it has nothing to do with Luo Luo Shan.
Just talking about Wei Bo and Zhu Lian, they both had a very good impression of this supervisor. As for the new supervisor who later replaced Cao Gengxin, even though he was also the son of a wealthy family in the capital, Wei Bo's evaluation was that he was too incompetent.
As an official and a human being, you are not worthy of buying wine and carrying a wine flask for our Governor Cao.
Chen Ping'an turned to the old servant and reminded him: "Shilang Dong?"
Dong Hu sighed and asked tentatively: "Is Master Chen really determined to do this?"
It was very embarrassing for the Empress Dowager of Dali to come to the door in person. Even if he just helped Chen Pingan with a message, Dong Hu felt that his hands were hot and his mouth was hot when he said it.
First of all, there is no record of the old coachman in the secret files of the Ministry of Etiquette, so Dong Hu doesn’t know the other party’s realm or base at all. He only knows that he is one of the royal offerings of the Song family in Dali. Furthermore, there are some things that rely solely on the brute strength of the mountain.
It is destined to be impossible to solve completely.
Chen Ping'an
The leader said: "Shilang Dong will go to the palace later to report, so just tell her that whether she comes or not is her business."
Dong Hu glanced at the carriage and smiled bitterly. The coachman was gone and he couldn't drive either.
The old Yuanying Liu Gao who was guarding the gate said with a smile: "I'm here to help you with this small favor. Let's go back to the landscape evaluation at the Yamen of the Ministry of Rites. Mr. Dong, remember to add a few good words."
Dong Hu laughed angrily and said, "Don't even think about it. Duan Ming, come and help Grandpa Dong drive!"
Zhao Duanming shook his head and said: "Grandpa Dong, I have to guard the door and I can't get away."
Liu Gao put away the white jade dojo that was placed in the alley. Dong Hu couldn't help but refuse anything and went to work as a temporary groom. The old servant had no choice but to say goodbye to Chen Ping'an and drove back.
But Dong Hu finally said something outside the officialdom, "Chen Ping'an, let's discuss it carefully. You and I are both Dali people, and we know how hard-won the seemingly peaceful situation in Aquarius Continent is.
."
Chen Pingan nodded with a smile and said he would not see Mr. Dong off. Then he put his hands in his sleeves and leaned against the wall, turning his head to look at the sky to the west from time to time.
Still a little worried about Ning Yao.
At the junction of the sea and the land of Aquarius Island, the old man stopped and Aunt Feng appeared with a smile.
The old coachman looked gloomy, hovering in the wind, and after holding it in for a long time, he said: "Today's young people!"
However, the old man still held back the second half of the sentence and did not say it out loud. His temper was getting worse with each one!
Aunt Feng raised her hand, gently twisted the colorful knot that was refined from the essence of hundreds of flowers in the world, and said with a smile: "Wait a minute, that matter is not over yet. Look at the friendship of fighting side by side in the early years.
Come on, I would like to give you a kind advice, don’t even think about hiding in the ancestral home of the Zhongtu military family. Ning Yao’s temperament has already warned her. If you still don’t listen, then she will definitely come to your door. There will be no consequences.
, she is not Chen Pingan, anyway, there is only one ruins left in her hometown."
The old coachman glanced at his former colleague who was gloating over his misfortune, and said gloomily: "You are the most reliable, and no one will offend you."
Aunt Feng had a look of insincere surprise on her face: "Forging a good relationship is not safe, but those of you who fan the flames are safe. Is there such a truth in the world?"
The old coachman glanced at the old Lizhu Cave and said softly: "Where are the two who spoke later than the two of us hiding now?"
The person who knows the most about the big things in the world is probably Zou Zi. As for the small things, it is probably the Feng family aunt of the Sifeng God in front of me.
Aunt Feng shook her head.
The old coachman looked a little sad and sighed, saying: "In just fifty years, the past is nothing. It was just the blink of an eye between you and me. Unexpectedly, the world has been turned upside down. What did you think we did in the first place?
Today I was treated like this by two little guys who are not yet fifty years old."
Aunt Feng couldn't bear to hear the boring words of her peers who were referring to old almanacs. Doesn't the stable life of ten thousand years count as lying on the merit book and enjoying the blessings? So she sneered and said: "I don't charge you, I will give you Qi Jingchun for free."
The truth to me is, 'If you get a bargain and behave well, you can think about it in your heart and say less with your mouth'."
The old coachman sneered: "What can I do if I just chatter a few words?"
Aunt Feng raised her two fingers and rotated them gently. A wisp of breeze followed her. She smiled and said: "Of course I can't do anything. I just left. Since I don't want to talk much, I'll just go drink by myself."
From far away, a sword flashed like a rainbow, and a cold voice sounded, "Junior Ning Yao, thank you Aunt Feng."
Over the capital of Da Li, on the top floor of a building imitating a white jade capital, there was an uninvited guest coming from the Middle Earth Divine Continent. He had started to act rogue just before the sword light from the sky was about to fall.
I saw an old scholar holding the borderless man's arm with both hands, "I can't help it, every time I draw a sword here, is it really that sword light swishing? No! It's all money."
I have such a good relationship with your Aquarius Island. We only have a few direct disciples in total. Which one of us doesn’t have meritorious service with your Aquarius Island? Take a step back and say, don’t treat money as money. I won’t allow you to abuse the gods like this.
money.
The building guard, who was originally indistinct and unable to see his true face, probably looked at this literary sage with admiration, so he made an exception and showed himself. It turned out to be an old master with a high officialdom and a slim appearance.
The old master smiled and said: "Your Confucian Temple is good at reasoning. Why don't you, the Literary Sage, make up a justifiable reason?"
The old scholar said angrily: "In Shujian Lake, didn't the senior like me and my close disciple fall in love at first sight, and we can be considered friends for half a year? Are you willing to throw away this incestuous relationship? I don't think it is possible."
When you see someone, you call them "senior". Among the direct descendants of the Literary Sage, it is indeed the disciple who has closed the door who has the most essence of his master. What is a proud disciple? This means that many truths can be understood without being explained by the master. Only then can you be considered a truly proud disciple.
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So how can an old scholar not be partial?
You are still aggrieved by the hammer, learn more from Jun Qian.
The old master said: "I remember it wrong, or the literary saint was confused. That boy did not change the customs for Shujian Lake. It was the Dali Imperial Court and the Zhenjing Sect that really did this."
"In a scholarly world, a senior who is recognized as the best at chatting, wouldn't it be a curse to call him Literary Sage? Just call him Lao Xiucai. Remove the old character and replace him with a smaller one, and it will become more friendly."
The old scholar always hugged the senior's arm, laughed and said: "Besides, it's a shame for senior to say this. Everything is difficult at the beginning. I don't believe that senior doesn't even understand this truth."
The old master didn't want to talk to the old scholar about these things. The old scholar gave a soft drink, his anger dropped from his pubic area, his body leaned back, and he tightly held the senior's arm.
The old master said in a deep voice: "Reason!"
Because of the old scholar's trouble, the sword light that appeared on the sky of Aquarius Continent had already landed in the Great Li Capital City.
Lu Chen, an old scholar from the Confucian Temple and Bai Yujing, was a double gem in his ability to beg for nothing.
The old scholar stretched his neck and took a look. It was okay for the time being. Everyone was beaten. He immediately let go of his arms, jumped back, shook his sleeves vigorously, and said, "Is Chen Ping'an from Aquarius Island?"
The old master sneered and said: "Ning Yao, who drew the sword, is a foreigner. According to the rules established by Cui Chan, if a monk from a foreign country who dares to take action without authorization will have only one end."
Either smash the entire imitation white jade capital and leave on your own ability, or avoid the sword light and run away. Being able to escape is considered a skill. Anyway, if you approach Aquarius Continent in the future, Da Li will treat you with courtesy every time.
The old scholar said confidently: "Ning Yatou is the Taoist companion of my closed disciple!"
The old master frowned and said, "Not yet."
The old scholar bowed his head and said, "Hey, what a coincidence."
He took out something from his sleeve and it turned out to be a letter of appointment.
Even though it only contains less than a hundred words, the old scholar has roped in many sages from the Confucian Temple, and they all worked together to carefully consider the words and sentences, and come up with such a brilliant letter of appointment.
Absolutely the only one in the world.
The old scholar handed over the betrothal letter and murmured: "These two children have not exchanged posts or given gifts. Chen Qingdu is an old bastard who doesn't keep his word. Yao Chongdao can't keep his face clean, so he has to wait for the boss Jianxian to give the betrothal gift.
Is there any way? Fortunately, I respected the boss Sword Immortal back then. Every time I saw him at the top of the city, he grinned and grinned, which made my face sour. I had to go to Chen Ping'an's wine shop to drink a lot of wine.
Only then can I recover. If I had known that Chen Qingdu was so unethical, I would have gone to the Ning Mansion to marry the Yao family."
The old scholar suddenly jumped to his feet loudly and said: "It's okay now. Your Ascension Realm swordsmanship in Aquarius Island is in charge of both public and private matters. It's up to you to take care of it."
Glancing a few times out of the corner of her eye, Ning Yatou held out two more swords. It was very satisfying.
The old master returned the letter of appointment to the old scholar who was begging for nothing.
The old scholar really wanted to put his old face on the ground because of this closed disciple.
Anyway, both parties have left Aquarius Continent, so the old master is fine and relaxed. Ning Yao didn't bother to worry about the three swords he had done before.
The old master asked casually: "You didn't give me any advice?"
The old scholar said dullly: "You can talk about whatever you want. It doesn't matter if you use a hammer. If the student's wings are hard, I won't accept Sir's control."
The old master burst into laughter. Some people were trying to defend the man who claimed that he was "incompetent at reading and practicing swordsmanship." He said that anyone can do this, but you are right? As a gentleman, your conscience must have been eaten by a dog.
The old scholar said softly: "No matter how reluctant you are, you can't stop the students and disciples from doing what they should do."
The old master smiled and said: "Finally, I said something that a scholar should say."
The young man stood at the corner of the street and took out a handful of salted and dried peanuts. While cracking them, he secretly looked at the legendary Master Chen Shan.
The journey of the young swordsman is like a thread that connects the Lizhu Cave and the Great Wall of Jianqi.
Chen Ping'an turned his head and looked to the west of Aquarius Continent. He didn't have enough realm. The battlefield was too far away from the sea and he couldn't see it.
He started chatting with the young man and said, "According to Old Master Xu's method of deciphering Chinese characters, 'Zhao' means trend, start, and shine. At the same time, it means that the road is beautiful and fascinating, and ultimately has the beauty of the sun and moon illuminating the world. Keep your body upright, like a gentleman.
Holding jade means you have a bright mind, and planting virtue can win gold. So your name is very good."
The young man's eyes widened, "My last name, plus my first name, put together, how powerful is that?!"
When a swordsman speaks, he has to take some responsibility, right? He wouldn't just catch a big kid and do whatever he wants, right?
Zhao Duanming rubbed his mouth. After listening to Chen Pingan's chatter, the young man felt that just by virtue of his name, he was already a confirmed upper-level monk.
Chen Ping'an turned around and asked in confusion: "Your elders, as well as your tutor, won't talk to you about this?"
Zhao Duanming complained endlessly, "I think Master said in the first school class that I happened to miss it. As for why I missed it, alas, the past is too painful to look back on, so I might as well not mention it."
When I was a child, I was often struck by lightning. One time, the child happily skipped to the family school while carrying a book bag. There was a click and he fell to the ground.
The third time was to go shopping and watch the lantern market, and the third time was to climb up to enjoy the rain. In the end, no one wanted to stand by his side whenever it was rainy.
However, Zhao Duanming thought that his "bad luck" fortune was definitely not the last.
Chen Ping'an stretched out his hand and spread his palm, and the boy naturally poured some salted and dried peanuts for him.
Zhao Duanming said: "I stopped you from walking into the alley earlier. A swordsman like you doesn't hold grudges, right?"
It seems like a word is missing.
Chen Ping'an lowered his head and cracked the salted and dried peanuts, and said with a smile: "Just based on your words, I don't know how to keep accounts."
Zhao Duanming watched the man skillfully crack open the peanuts and spit out the shells. The young man smiled and said, "Master Chen, I didn't expect you to be so approachable. You don't even look like a swordsman."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "It's just that in the Yupu realm, you are not considered a swordsman. In my wife's hometown, she can only be regarded as a swordsman. Calling her a swordsman is a deliberate insult."
Zhao Duanming remembered the inside story that came out of the mouth of the young Yin Guan. It turned out that the Jade Pu Realm Sword Immortal of the Great Wall of Sword Qi was not taken seriously at all. He was really domineering!
Back to show off to Drunkard Cao, the young man remembered something again and asked curiously: "Where is my sister-in-law? Why didn't she come here with Brother Chen? Could it be that the one who just drew the sword is my sister-in-law? Her temper is too... nice
!Brother Chen is so lucky. I have to say something from the bottom of my heart. It’s not because I found out about Brother Chen’s identity that I flattered him. Rather, when I first saw him, I felt that you two were a match made in heaven.”
In his words, Chen Ping'an and the Taoist couple were instantly transformed into his eldest brother and sister-in-law that he picked up for free.
Chen Ping'an kept umming and umming. This young man is very good at talking, so let's talk more. As for Zhao Duanming recognizing him as a relative, it doesn't matter.
However, Chen Ping'an quietly raised his eyes, smiled and shook the peanut in his hand, indicating to the other party that it was enough to see it, and there was no need to worry about the young man here.
Over there in Yichi Lane, in the study room of a mansion, a chief minister of the Tianshui Zhao family was worshiping.
Using his magical power to view mountains and rivers, he and the old head of the Zhao family in Tianshui, who was sitting next to him, looked at each other and trembled from time to time, for fear that Zhao Duanming, a talkative brat, would say the wrong thing and offend the man who almost toppled Zhengyang Mountain.
The down-and-out mountain swordsman facing the sky.
The worshiper immediately removed his magical power, and the old head of the Tianshui Zhao family, who had always been tense and straightened his back, could finally lean back on the chair comfortably, stroke his beard and smile, "I'm just saying, Duan Ming, this kid,
I have had intelligence since I was a child, and I can tell you are from the Zhao family."
The chief priest smiled and said nothing, but pull it down. After your grandson was struck by lightning for the first time when he was young, he was dizzy and talking nonsense all day long. Who is it who is worried every day and muttering over there, my good grandson?
Son, he must be an idiot.
The old man suppressed his smile. This calligrapher, who is known as the master of the pavilion style, stretched out a finger and wrote in the air. The words he wrote were Yuan, Cao, Yu... Anyway, they are all surnames from Shangzhu Kingdom.
Chen Ping'an was led by the young man into the alley, with a bunch of keys in his hand.
There is no Spring Festival couplets posted on the door of the small house.
Chen Pingan opened the door, closed it, and put away the key.
In fact, this visit to the capital of Dali was not just about the grudge between Chen Ping'an and the Queen Mother of Dali, but also a... brand-new question that his senior brother Cui Chan left to the student and the Dali court.
As for the interrogation situation that senior brother Cui Chan has set up for others, Chen Ping'an has experienced it personally at Shujian Lake, how tormenting people's hearts are when they enter the situation.
Everything is right and everything is wrong, all in the single thought of "Song He", the Emperor of Great Li.
Chen Pingan took a leisurely stroll in the house. He opened the door of the two-story library and stepped inside. He found that besides books, there were bookshelves on the four walls with a ladder placed on them. In addition, it was extremely clean and there were no books.
There is no extra decoration. If you want to go to the second floor, there are even no stairs. It seems that you have to borrow the ladder used to find books.
Chen Ping'an didn't rush to find a book, he just sat on the threshold, took out the sword gourd, and drank alone.
In the great battle involving the world's water transport three thousand years ago, the dragon-slayers, later known as Jia Sheng, Bai Mang, and Chen Zhuoliu, who were brothers to Chen Lingjun anyway, pursued the last true dragon in the world, who was also known as the former.
Wang Zhu of Mu Ping Alley, Queen Zhu, the maid next to Song Ji Xin of Mu Ping Alley.
Wang Zhu landed at the southern end of Aquarius Island, passed through Old Dragon City, and then continued to escape north, arching out the underground dragon road that was later used as the Xianjia ferry route, and finally stopped at the boundary of old Longzhou, creating a
Lizhu Cave is one of the thirty-six small caves.
Wang Zhu went to Old Man Yang to seek protection from the Great Dao, hoping that the person in charge of the ancient ascension platform would be able to spare her a favor, but Old Man Yang chose to sit back and ignore it.
For some unknown reason, the teaching mentor from Zheng Juzhong in Baidi City did not personally kill the true dragon that had no way of escaping. What he wanted was just the result that there would be no more true dragons in the world.
As for the Qi practitioners who participated in the final battle of slaying the dragon, many of them died in the battle. There are also a group of Qi practitioners who practice on the spot, close to the water and towers, contaminated with dragon energy, and absorb the extremely abundant spiritual energy of heaven and earth. The most important thing is,
It was the great aura of the True Dragon that spread after the event, and it was at that time that many high-ranking surnames in the town began to multiply, which in turn created the people of the small town of Lizhudong for generations to come.
Afterwards, four saints from the three religions, Confucianism, Buddhism, Taoism and Bing jointly erected the archway which the local people jokingly called the Crab Fang.
As for why the man who slayed the dragon vowed to slay the dragon, there seems to be little resistance from Confucianism and the Confucian Temple. How did this man take Zheng Juzhong, Han Qiaose, and Liu Chicheng as his disciples in his early years? Except for the eldest disciple Zheng Juzhong, the others took in direct descendants.
No matter what, it was an old almanac that could not be turned over. In addition, Lu Chen seemed to have some unexplained relationship with a dragon girl before he ascended to the Qingming world, so he later started to look at Chen Lingjun with admiration.
, even when he was in Luopo Mountain, Lu Chen asked Chen Lingjun to choose whether to follow him to Baiyujing to practice. Even if Chen Lingjun didn't agree, Lu Chen didn't do anything unnecessary and didn't drag his feet. Just saying this, it was unreasonable. Lu Chen treated him
He, Chen Ping'an, has never been so straightforward, like that Shi Rou? Lu Chenyuan was in Bai Yujing, wasn't he just staring at the trivial things in the Dragon Riding Alley outside the door through Shi Rou's eyes?
It wasn't until Cui Dongshan interrupted this disconnected relationship that the Bai Yu Jingsan leader gave up.
In fact, the monks of the Dragon Raider lineage suffered heavy casualties in order to stop the dragon slayers. Therefore, Chen Ping'an guessed that it was very likely that there was a certain ancestor of the Dragon Raiders hidden in Lizhu Cave, who practiced the art of supporting dragons.
This person may have contributed a lot to the rise of the Song Dynasty in Dali. The newly-built covered bridge with the plaque "The Wind and the Water Rises" may have been the advice of this person hiding behind the scenes.
Chen Ping'an was in deep thought, sitting on the threshold drinking wine, with his back to the library and looking towards the small courtyard.
Things in the world are like flying dust, surveying people's hearts in the chaotic environment. The sun and moon are like startling pills, breaking all the shackles in the clouds, smoke and shadows.
Taking a sip of wine,
The fragments of the natal porcelain were left behind and were never put together completely. To be precise, Chen Pingan endured it again and again and never picked up the thread in a hurry.
There is no problem for Chen Ping'an to become an immortal or even ascend to the realm.
Perhaps the only problem is that the hidden danger is on the great road pass that is the bottleneck of the Ascension Realm. Whether it can be broken or opened depends on the integrity of the natal porcelain in the past.
Of course, the premise is that if Chen Pingan can reach that point, he must first become a swordsman who is at the bottleneck of the Ascension Realm.
Chen Ping'an is very confident that he will reach the immortal realm in the future, but it is difficult to reach the Ascension City. It is certainly difficult for a swordsman to reach the Ascension City. It is not difficult, which is a strange thing.
Ha, except my wife.
Chen Pingan smiled proudly.
Then I felt a little more relaxed. The innkeeper, who was not a practitioner, said that he had a large standing vase with human figures from a certain dragon kiln in Lizhu Cave.
The hometown is called Aquarius Island.
The inn and Renyun Yiyun Tower are very close to each other. It is very likely that the innkeeper and his senior brother Cui Chang met frequently in their early years.
Could it be that the vase was one of the several pieces of broken porcelain?
No matter what the truth about the vase is, does the Empress Dowager Da Li, who is so confident, already know the problem of Chen Pingan's Fourteenth Realm Hedao? It is destined to be unable to get around every piece of broken porcelain scattered in all directions? So she wants to
When you are waiting for a price, you feel that you are just a mountain owner of Luo Pu Realm. Even with the two titles of Yin Guan and National Junior Junior Disciple, you are still not qualified to sit down and negotiate the price with her?
Chen Ping'an put away the wine bottle and curled his lips. This woman is very good at planning and her thoughts are beautiful.
Stand up, interlock your hands and fingers, stretch your muscles and bones, and walk back and forth in the corridor outside the door.
The tenth realm of martial arts, the level of Qi, is the key to victory between Chen Pingan and Cao Ci Wenquan. If you lose, you will never expect to defeat Cao Ci in this life. If you win, you will have a slight chance.
Chen Ping'an, who has an excellent memory, sees all the people and things he sees once, and it's like having an extra picture scroll.
So every time Chen Ping'an listens to one more sentence and looks at the world a few more times, it's like adding a touch of color to his painting.
A pure martial artist with a breath of true energy.
The world is magnificent, swallowing up the mountains and rivers.
In fact, Chen Ping'an was not aware of this matter before he reached the end. Probably as Cui Dongshan said, he did it unintentionally, but most importantly, he did it intentionally.
Ever since Chen Ping'an learned boxing, Mr. Qi, A Liang, Cui Dongshan, Cui Cheng, Gu You, Li Er, the boss Jianxian, Aunt Bai... everyone seemed to be deliberately concealing it, and no one said anything about it.
For example, in the capital of Dali tonight, on the other side of the Changpu River, the grievances of the young officials, the words of the old master beside him that he was not ashamed, the relief of the two fairies, the pride of being the god of Dali in the eyes of the water god of the Changpu River... They were like
This created a picture in Chen Pingan's heart. All the people and events that moved Chen Pingan's heart, all the joys and sorrows, it was as if Chen Pingan saw it and thought about it, and then he started to paint the picture scroll.
dye.
It was as if the entire world was a dojo where Chen Pingan was alone.
Why did Cao Ci go to the Great Wall of Jianqi when he was young, build a hut, and practice boxing there?
Later, I even liked to travel to several continents alone, so I met Yu Xuanfu at the Jinjiazhou ancient battlefield site.
In fact, Cao Ci was also laying the groundwork for the "magnificent mountains and rivers" with a high level of energy.
Maybe Cao Ci was not too nosy because what he saw was more about mountains and rivers than about people and their hearts.
This makes the degree of "color painting" of Cao Ci's mood scroll not enough, especially not heavy enough.
Of course, it doesn't mean that I have seen a few mountains and rivers, or that I have a strong sense of the mountains and rivers. Otherwise, it would be too simple. A martial artist in the Nine Realms only needs to travel far away in the wind and open his eyes to see the mountains and rivers of Jiuzhou, because he has to
It is every heartfelt approval and rejection that allows us to draw with pen and add color to the painting.
Chen Pingan put away his thoughts, turned around and walked into the library, set up a ladder, and climbed up to the second floor step by step. Chen Pingan stopped and stood on the ladder, with his shoulders almost level with the floor of the second floor.
No one, nothing.
Just like the former owner of a library, he studied alone in this world, and when he left, he just returned all the books to the world.
Inside the imitation white jade palace, the old scholar suddenly asked: "Senior, are we chatting?"
The old master raised his eyebrows, "Oh?"
You know what little calculation this literary sage has.
Once the two sides started to formally ask questions, they had no time to pay attention to what was going on in the capital city of Da Li. Even if Ning Yao returned to Da Li and chopped a capital city to pieces, Bai Yujing would not be able to care about it.
The old scholar said timidly: "Senior, you are a well-deserved saint of heaven and earth. The Confucian Temple is willing to give you the title. I just don't want it. But I am the sage of the academy. I am just like a three-level martial artist in the world, a master of martial arts, so you
You have to give me a few moves, how about losing half of them first?"
The old master smiled and said, "Then let it go."
both sides asked.
Of course it's not a dispute of temper.
In fact, he had long wanted to have a question with this literary sage.
The poor old scholar in front of him is, after all, recognized as the most quarrelsome person in the world.
The old scholar's eyes sparkled.
It seems to be saying that those who dare to overturn the sky have already stood up. Of all the direct descendants of our literary saint lineage, who is lazy?
So if you lose the question today, just talk about this place, and don't worry about what Chen Ping'an does or says in the future.
The old master thought about it and still hesitated.
Asking a question is no small matter.
It will lead to great changes in the weather of heaven and earth.
The old scholar gently shook his sleeves and said with a smile: "Since Master is the best at chatting, then the scholar will come and talk about the earth and the world together."
The words of the sage carry the constitution of heaven in their mouths.
A vast world, turbulent and turbulent, especially here at Aquarius Continent, in the eyes of the watchers of the imperial prisons of various countries, countless golden lights are falling on the world.
Over at the Merit Forest in the Confucian Temple, Li Sheng and Jing Sheng Xiping were sitting opposite each other. They were playing chess. Li Sheng glanced at Aquarius Island and said helplessly: "Don't stop wherever you go."
As for the mausoleum in the sea that Wen Hai carefully set up, as well as the Ascension Realm ghost, after Ning Yao took out the sword, the Confucian Temple already had a countermeasure.
Jingsheng Xiping smiled and said: "Now that there are no knots and worries, the literary sage is finally going to talk about Tao."
The old scholar who had the statue of God moved out of the Confucian Temple, especially after his disciples dispersed, actually never took up the identity of a literary sage. Even if he joined the Three Continents, he was just a scholar and had nothing to do with any literary sage.
But tonight in Aquarius Island, inside the White Jade Palace, the old scholar took the lead to sit on the floor, straightened his clothes, stretched out a palm, looked seriously, and said in a calm tone: "Please take a seat."