Chen Pingan said goodbye to his husband and left the alley early in the morning.
Thinking about the letter of appointment, which his husband gave and Ning Yao accepted, Chen Pingan was in a good mood.
The old monk who was responsible for guarding the alley put down the white jade ashram in the alley again. Apart from practicing, the old man had no other hobbies in this life.
Liu Ji really just likes to practice Taoism. As for the realm, if you don't force it, love will come or not. Anyway, I won't tolerate you.
It's just strange that the apprentice was struck by lightning again yesterday because he didn't protect his way. It's rare that he didn't do those martial arts moves with Zezhahuhu, but he breathed and breathed all night, very diligently, and used gold to
The River Cart Transporting Technique of the Liquid Huandan lineage moves Xiao Zhoutian over and over again, probably because his heart is sincere and his spirit is strong, so it seems to be the same thing.
In addition to his own practice that night, Liu Gao used his spiritual energy to circulate around the heavens. With his magical power of visualization, he was like an immortal riding a crane to travel through a vast world with his own golden and jade jungle. He came out of the Jiang Palace under the white crane, and at the Changsheng Bridge, he observed the water and understood the Tao.
The old monk also had to pay close attention to Zhao Duanming's qi circulation route in order to pick out flaws afterwards and help his disciples find and fill in the gaps.
Chen Ping'an stopped near the entrance of the alley, waited for a moment, bent his fingers like knocking on the door, knocked lightly, and said with a smile: "Master Liu, would you like to drop by the door, do you mind?"
When there was a knock on the door in the alley, Liu Gao had just calmed down, and his practice came to an end. Old Yuanying was filled with emotion. This young man is indeed Xiuhu's junior brother. He has really vicious eyes. He can still see him across a small world of dojo.
Seeing his practice status so clearly, the old monk got up from the futon, used his magical power, opened a small door to the White Jade Dojo, and said, "Please come in."
The extra word "please" is just for the sake of your husband being a literary sage. It has nothing to do with whether you are a swordsman or not, or whether you are a hidden official or not.
However, in just one day, first with the visit of this young hermit official, with Ning Yao's sharp sword, and with the arrival of the literary saint, Liu Gen felt that his usually deserted practice road was rarely so lively.
I was just thinking about having a drink with that man before, but now I can't drink anymore, so I can only toast three glasses with the old coachman from afar, right?
Chen Pingan stepped into it, glanced at the young man who was still practicing, and asked in his heart: "Does the old immortal master plan to wait until Duanming reaches the golden elixir realm, and then teach him a superior thunder method that is naturally compatible with his numerology?"
Liu Gao had a strange look on his face and wanted to nod his head, just to make a fool of himself in front of a young man in his 40s, but the old man still had a bad conscience and it didn't matter whether he lost face or not. He sighed, "There's a fart Lei.
The secret of Dharma will make you worry to death."
Chen Ping'an was surprised and said: "With the background of the Tianshui Zhao family, you can't find a Leibu Zhengfa?"
Liu Gao shook his head, "In recent years, Mr. Zhao has only found a few heretical secret manuals on thunder techniques. They are far away from the authentic Five Thunder Sect of Longhu Mountain. They dare to give them to me, but I dare not teach them."
He is really a swordsman who doesn’t know the price of food, salt, firewood and rice. Lei Fa is known as the ancestor of all methods in the mountains. How can such secret records of true methods be obtained so easily? What’s more, this is not a matter of money at all. Aquarius Island
There are not many people in the Immortal Family who specialize in Thunder Techniques, and none of them are close to the "authentic" ones. Not even Qi Zhen, the Great Heavenly Lord of Shen Gao Sect, dares to say that he is good at Thunder Techniques.
Chen Ping'an thought for a while and said: "I'm going to visit the Middle Earth Divine Continent later. I have a friend on the mountain who is Huang Zi from the Tianshi Mansion. I have made an appointment to be a guest at Longhu Mountain. I'll see if I can fight there.
Xi Minu has come up with a decent secret book, but there is no guarantee that it will be successful."
Liu Ga frowned and said: "For no reason, why did you mobilize so many people and give Duan Ming a piece of incense and love for nothing? Why, are you trying to win over the Tianshui Zhao family as Luo Luo Shan's ally in Dali?"
Chen Pingan shook his head and said with a smile: "If it really comes to pass, even if I accidentally left the Thunder Technique Secret Book in Renyun Yiyun Tower, it should be regarded as a thank you to Master Liu for helping to take care of my senior brother's house. Master Liu only needs to do it
One thing is to conceal this matter from the Zhao family in Tianshui. In short, it has nothing to do with me, and then I can just preach for Duanming An Xin."
Liu Gao was doubtful, "It's that simple, really there's no plan?"
Chen Pingan asked back: "You can't trust Chen Pingan, who just met by chance, but how can Master Liu still not trust my husband?"
Liu Ji burst into laughter, hesitated for a while, and then nodded. This guy has already moved out of Literary Saints, so this is feasible. Confucian scholars attach great importance to culture and ethics, and cannot make any jokes.
But the old monk suddenly came to his senses and laughed and cursed: "Good boy, you deceived me and you can earn a favor from me without doing anything, right or wrong?"
Chen Ping'an deliberately looked puzzled and said: "How do you say this?"
Liu Ji laughed angrily, pointed at the young man who thought he was a fool, and counted, "Even if you have a good relationship with the Tianshi Mansion, as a Confucian disciple, after all, he is not in the Longhu Mountain Dao Lineage.
The master himself does not dare to teach you the Five Thunders True Dharma without authorization. You have just said it yourself. You can only use the opportunity of reading books to piece it together and feel your own conscience. Such a Taoist formula is misleading the disciples.
Can the secret book be better than the one found by the Tianshui Zhao family? You can’t even find a good reason for deceiving people. It leaks from all directions and is untenable..."
The old monk immediately stopped talking, and saw the blue-robed swordsman raising his hand with a smile, five thunders gathered in it, and in the hand of creation, the Taoist spirit was majestic and thunderous.
Liu Ji concentrated his eyes, looked again and again, nodded slightly, and said with his usual expression: "The young master is very good at thunder. He is worthy of being a disciple of Literary Sage and a disciple of Xiuhu. He has learned from everyone's strengths and melted them into a furnace. I admire him. Okay, this is
It’s settled, I’ll thank you in advance, just waiting for the little master to accidentally lose this secret book in the house, and then I pick it up accidentally. Just?”
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "I will carefully write down all the precautions for practicing this method, and carefully append to the end of the book. The text will only be more complicated and detailed than the main text. The realm of the old immortal master is there, and I will protect the way afterwards.
There will definitely be no problem in spreading the Dharma.”
Liu Kai felt a little embarrassed.
Chen Pingan said: "I still have to trouble the old immortal master. Help me ask the head of the Zhao family in Tianshui for a piece of calligraphy to write the Zhao family's family motto. Of course, it has nothing to do with Chen Pingan."
Being able to be called here to guard the alley by his senior brother, Chen Ping'an was sure that Liu Gao must be a tight-lipped person. So he was not worried that the old monk would spill the beans when he was with the Zhao family in Tianshui.
Liu Ji breathed a sigh of relief. It was a trivial matter to ask for calligraphy and painting. Even if he came to the door with a basket on his back, it was nothing. He was just showing off to Mr. Zhao, who could write beautifully in Guange style.
The Tianshui Zhao family, who is said to be a horse dung Zhao by the Dali officialdom, has a very bookish family motto. Chen Ping'an is particularly fond of a few lines in it: the atmosphere should be clear and high, the knowledge should be profound and far-reaching, the person's character should be strong and sincere, and the color should be suitable.
Rouyizhuang.
In fact, when Chen Ping'an came to Beijing this time and met Zhao Duanming, he wanted to ask for a copy of the family instruction handwritten by the head of the Zhao family. He wanted to frame it and not hang it in his study. He could give it to Xiao Nuanshu. But now in the capital,
The situation is still unclear. Chen Ping'an planned to wait until something happened before opening the door with Zhao Duanming. Now it's better, he can get it without spending money.
The old monk was suddenly startled. Chen Ping'an turned around and saw that he was attracted by his thunderous aura. Zhao Duanming's mind was immersed in the small world, and there was a kind of echoing Qi flow, so that the whole person's spiritual energy leaked out, and he was like a mountain.
, the flying clouds were swirling, and there were signs of lightning and thunder. Chen Ping'an glanced at Liu Gao, who was stunned, immediately nodded, and said, "Just protect the road for Duanming."
Chen Ping'an took a step forward and came to Zhao Duanming's side. He lightly stamped his feet, and the boy with eyes closed who was sitting cross-legged on the futon floated into the air.
Chen Ping'an raised a hand, gently caressed the young man's head, and helped Zhao Duanming calm his mind. The palm that was originally full of thunder turned into two fingers together, and gently touched the young man's eyebrows to calm him down, and he instantly entered the world.
A state of sleep.
Liu Gao's eyes widened with a look of disbelief on his face. He saw that all around the disciple's head was a myriad of scenes, extremely magnificent, like a mysterious picture of heaven and earth transformed by Taoism.
The sun and the moon were hanging in the sky together, and countless stars were spinning. I saw the man in a green shirt, using his mind to pick out a pocket-sized "star" with golden light lingering and full of thunder from the dazzling galaxy, and then with the hand that pointed his forehead,
As if it were a bridge of immortality, slowly rolling into the middle of the young man's eyebrows, the star that was blurred by Taoism rotated in an orderly manner within the small world of Zhao Duanming's body, following the path of Xiao Zhoutian's spiritual energy. The young man was originally scattered everywhere.
, a few strands of the essence of Taoism that even I was unaware of, arrived in an instant as soon as I received the order, worshiping the ancient star that seemed to be hanging in the sky from a distance.
Chen Ping'an lightly patted the young man's forehead, and the young man and his futon landed on the ground again.
Liu Gao asked cautiously: "Chen Ping'an, are you a great monk in the Ascension Realm?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "I'm not, my wife is."
Liu Ga endured it, but still couldn't hold it in, and asked the biggest question in his heart, "Chen Ping'an, how did you kidnap Ning Yao?"
Chen Pingan straightened his clothes, shook his sleeves, smiled and said nothing.
Isn't this obvious? It depends on appearance and bearing.
Liu Gan was stunned for a long time and joked: "Are you a tailor?"
Chen Pingan said goodbye with a smile and strode out of the alley.
The young man who had been kept in the dark slowly came to his senses. After opening his eyes, he stood up and jumped a few times. He felt particularly refreshed.
Finding his master sitting on a futon drinking wine, Zhao Duanming went over and squatted, smelling the aroma of the wine to satisfy his craving.
Liu Ga smiled and said: "I didn't know why the Imperial Master asked me to wait patiently. Regarding the salary, I owe it first, and someone will come here to pay for it in the future."
Things in the world are complicated and convoluted, and it is difficult to see clearly. However, one can only look at the general quality of people's hearts, and Liu Gao thinks he is relatively accurate.
Zhao Duanming said: "Master is so embarrassed to accept my brother Chen's money? Master, of course you are very strong in practicing and preaching, otherwise you wouldn't be able to teach a disciple like me, but you really have to learn from me when it comes to being human and worldly.
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Liu Ji smiled and said nothing, and turned his head to look into the alley. In the past, Cui Chan, the imperial master, had been here year after year, day after day, walking alone, but he never felt lonely at all.
The worry in the heart is like jumping on the tail of a tiger or wading through spring ice.
Now there is an additional junior brother, who is also walking in the alley.
Zhao Zhao is as bright as the sun and the moon, Li Li is like the stars.
It's like the green-robed swordsman. Although he is young, he is no longer a chess piece. He is sitting in the capital, and the mountains and rivers of a country are the chessboard.
Invite your opponent to sit down and give it a try.
The old monk thought about it again and felt quite proud.
As a gatekeeper, I could barely stop the three of them, including Chen Ping'an, Ning Yao, and Wen Sheng. I wonder who in the world can compare with them?
Liu Ga coughed, handed over a bottle of wine, and said with a smile: "Duan Ming, drink."
The young man slapped the master's hand away, laughed and said: "Master is joking, what kind of wine should I drink? I am so young that I can't stand the smell of wine."
Anyway, after only a few steps, when they arrived at the inn, Chen Pingan was not in a hurry to find Ning Yao. He chatted with the shopkeeper first and then asked about the girl.
The old man said angrily: "Chen, don't eat from the bowl and look at the pot. Put away your evil thoughts quickly. Besides, did you take the wrong medicine? My daughter looks pretty, but she's not going to be easy."
Miss Ning."
Chen Pingan smiled and said tentatively: "Shopkeeper, what are you thinking about? Who am I? Shopkeeper, you have seen all kinds of people from all walks of life, and you have already developed a pair of piercing eyes. You really can't tell? I just think she has good qualifications...
…”
The old shopkeeper laughed angrily and said, "Stop it, stop it! I'm going to learn martial arts from you and travel around the world. A little girl can practice boxing and kicking. There's no need to say more about it."
Not to mention the martial arts skills that are wandering around the market, they are either playing with guns and sticks to sell the dog-skin plaster, or smashing rocks in the chest to earn some hard money. Although the young man in front of me is probably a martial arts sect who has settled down, but
If you ask your daughter to learn martial arts from someone, wouldn't it mean that her hands will be covered with calluses in a few days? How can she get married? It's terrible to think about it.
What worries me the most is that stupid girl
Girl, since she was a child, she has always dreamed of being a heroine, flying over roofs and walls, doing chivalry and doing justice. Fortunately, there was a fight between two gangs of little bastards in Yichi Lane and Chier Street, and the fight was so fierce that a lot of bricks were broken.
After seeing my daughter running home unhappy, she calmed down a bit and just said that she would wait until she grows up and that she should first practice her internal skills before going out into the world.
Chen Ping'an said: "Then if I were in the inn with her and we just met her while walking, wouldn't it be against the law?"
The old man groaned and lowered his voice and said: "What are you trying to do? Chen Ping'an, please tell me honestly, otherwise I will really drive them away. I have two sons but only one daughter. If
If you kidnapped me, my vicious aunt could beat me to death."
The old shopkeeper really didn't think this young foreigner was a bad person.
What's more, the world is peaceful now, and the lives of the people of Dali are stable every day. Not even the people in the world, not to mention the gods on the mountain, dare to violate the prohibition.
The old man suddenly asked: "Chen Ping'an, tell me exactly, which martial arts sect are you from, and do you have a great reputation?"
In the territory of Longzhou, I only heard about the towering Piyun Mountain, the Weishan Lord who was rumored to be rich and wealthy, and the Longquan Sword Sect with a mountain full of swordsmen.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "It's a small sect. Even if I tell the shopkeeper, I don't know. There aren't many people anyway, but I can guarantee that my family has a good reputation."
The old man sneered: "If I go out and tell people that my place is one of the best inns in the capital, the people who come in and out every day are either Yu Hong, Zhou Haijing, such a great master of the world, or a god who rides on the clouds. You
Believe it or not?"
Chen Pingan nodded and said, "I don't believe it."
The old man asked: "You don't really like my daughter, do you? Is it love at first sight?"
Chen Ping'an smiled bitterly and said, "Really not."
The old man felt relieved and nodded, "That's good." Then he slapped the table and said, "It's very bad. My daughter is no worse than Ning Yao." The old man waved his hand and said, "You have no vision, get out of here."
After Chen Ping'an left, someone from the Yamen quickly came over to check the book. Two unfamiliar faces appeared, but the official license was correct, so the old shopkeeper didn't think much about it.
After they turned to the names of Chen Ping'an and Ning Yao, they looked at each other and smiled. One of the young officials continued to turn the pages casually, and then said with a casual smile: "Shopkeeper Liu, business is booming."
The old man lay casually on the counter, not afraid of these public servants at all. His own inn was located on the edge of those two streets. It was almost fifty years since he was two generations old. He had never seen any civil servants or military generals. He was in the center.
Mr. Huang and Zi Gongqing were not only familiar faces, but also met many people on the street and even said hello. The old shopkeeper was always quite proud of this, so at this moment he just smiled and said: "Business is not bad, let's do it."
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Ning Yao did not deliberately immerse himself in practice and cultivate his sword spirit, otherwise it would be nothing more than a great battle between two worlds.
She sat at the table like this all night, and then in the early morning, she opened her eyes, subconsciously stretched out her fingers, and gently twisted the corner of one sleeve.
When there was a soft knock on the door, Ning Yao said: "The door is unlocked."
Chen Pingan pushed open the door and walked in. Ning Yao glanced at the man in green shirt with a hosta on his hair and said nothing.
Chen Ping'an took out a few collections of writers' notes from his sleeves and said with a smile: "I'm going to stay in the capital for a few more days. I'm afraid you'll be bored, so I picked a few books and browsed through them if I had nothing to do."
Ning Yao looked at the books on the table, picked them up, and asked, "Aren't there any Jianghu novels or legendary public cases?"
Chen Pingan asked: "Want to see this category?"
Ning Yao asked back: "Why don't you look at those strange smoke powder and Zhiyi's nonsense?"
Chen Pingan was speechless.
Those romances often involve a reclusive master instilling a lot of internal energy into the younger generation, which is quite nonsense.
But everything my wife said was right.
Chen Pingan first told about the trip to the Confucian Temple invited by Li Sheng. Ning Yao nodded and said it was no problem. Then Chen Pingan immediately turned around to look for books, but there seemed to be no such books in the library.
I remember that when I was Xiao Heitan's founding disciple, I would privately pester Lao Wei and Xiao Bai every day, saying that each of them would improve their skills after passing them to her for decades.
Later, the old cook complained, and then Pei Qian let Wei Xian and Lu Baixiang go after eating a chestnut meal.
The old shopkeeper saw Chen Ping'an walking back and forth and joked: "You can't tell a person by his appearance. He's young, but he's quite fast."
Chen Pingan pretended not to understand and asked: "Sir, are there any bookshops nearby?"
The old man nodded, "Not far away, there are half a street of bookstores. But for a store so close to Yichi Lane and Chier Street, it is obvious that the prices are not cheap, and most of them are rare and rare books. Why?
, Nowadays, you people in Jianghu sects, when you fight with others, how many words do you need to say beforehand?"
The old man roughly pointed the way, and Chen Ping'an thanked him and said with a smile: "My wife wants to read a book, so go and look for her over there."
Chen Ping'an thought it was a walk and found the street. There were indeed many bookstores. He spent seven or eight taels of silver to select a few books and put them in his sleeves. He changed his mind and took a detour to go elsewhere, which was about three miles away.
, walking through the streets, Chen Ping'an finally came to an Xianjia Inn at the end of the alley. It didn't have a big reputation, and there was no Xianjia ostentation. Ordinary people passing by would definitely not take a second look. When they met
This dead end road will only turn around and leave.
Chen Ping'an knew that Song Xu and several others left the city for a long trip last night and started here. Later they returned to the capital and settled here. It is very likely that this is their place of cultivation.
As soon as Chen Ping'an was about to knock on the door, he frowned slightly, and his figure instantly swept out, landing more than ten feet away. There was a female ghost monk in the Golden Core Realm, her figure disappeared, and from the door with the painted door god
, swooped out, Chen Pingan glanced at it and found that it was the female ghost next to the young Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator, most likely Song Xu, a Ge Ling-like existence, but they belonged to different mountains.
Is this to discuss Taoism? Or is it about swordsmanship and boxing?
I just saw her spinning around, her colorful clothes swaying, and her teeth and claws showing, and there seemed to be no clue. Also, what was going on with her cannibalistic eyes and salivation on her face.
Chen Ping'an held up his sleeves with both hands, and just moved and turned sideways to avoid the female ghost Yufeng's figure. Like a colorfully trained female ghost, she spun half a circle, spread her arms, and was about to hug the green shirt.
Are you not done yet?
Chen Ping'an didn't turn his head, he just raised his elbow and slammed it back, hitting the female ghost's face.
The female ghost was knocked dizzy and fell to the ground. She sat up, pulled out a handkerchief from her sleeves with two fingers, wiped the corners of her eyes, and was about to cry.
Chen Pingan turned his head, frowned and asked, "What's going on?"
The female ghost was full of energy and did not speak. She just floated towards Chen Ping'an suddenly. She had no murderous intention and seemed to be just stalking Chen Ping'an.
Chen Pingan kept his hands in his sleeves, raised his foot and kicked her on the forehead, causing the female ghost to hit the wall.
wrong.
It is some kind of weird blinding method that can obscure the mind. In short, seeing is false.
Chen Ping'an narrowed his eyes, reached out his sleeve with one hand, and with five fingers like hooks, grabbed the female ghost's head, pressed it down quickly, and smashed her to the ground. He twisted his toes slightly, filled the road with martial arts energy, and prevented her from escaping.
opportunity, and then poked the heart with the tip of his toe, and with a bang, the pitiful figure of the female ghost Caiyi was like a rag, wiping the entire alley, and then the woman's body and Caiyi suddenly expanded, hovering over
Near the entrance of the alley, it looks like there is a huge painted picture of a lady hanging on the wall.
Chen Pingan reminded: "That's almost it."
On the walls on both sides of an alley, the sky was darkened for an instant, and countless heads of female ghosts were poked out. However, they did not look ferocious, but instead smiled like flowers, like the infatuated woman who finally saw her lover return home.
Chen Ping'an had already planned to be cruel, but he sighed for no reason and said, "One last warning."
In the inn, Yuan Huajing walked into the corridor and said in a deep voice: "Change your beauty, stop it."
The female ghost named Gaiyan immediately gathered her magic skills and appeared in the alley with a graceful figure. She bowed with her skirt folded and said, "Little girl Gaiyan, I have met Mr. Chen."
Chen Ping'an explained: "I'm looking for someone."
Gai Yan smiled sweetly and said, "It's good to find someone. I run this inn, so anyone can do it. I'll lead the way for Mr. Chen."
Chen Pingan shook his head and said, "No need."
The woman felt extremely aggrieved and timidly said: "The inn is my territory. Whether I open the door to welcome guests and earn the magic money is not certain. It only depends on the mood of the little girl. Mr. Chen is a gentle man, so he can't break in, right?"
If the six people in Song Xu Xiaoshantou are all strange people, but they are all normal in terms of status, appearance and temperament, then the sword cultivator Yuan Huajing, nicknamed "Yelang", and his four subordinates seem to have no
A fuel-saving lamp, in addition to the female ghost named Gaiyan, there is also a young cavalryman named Kushou who was born as a wild cultivator, and a Five Elements Qi practitioner from the Yin Yang family lineage.
Finally, there is a wild cultivator who was born as a monster in Shanze. He looks like a young man, has a stern face, and a murderous look on his eyebrows. He named himself Gou Mingcun. The young man has a bad temper and has a strange wish to be a member of a small country.
The national preceptor is a vassal of the Great Li vassal, no matter how small it is.
Chen Pingan shrank down the mountains and rivers in one step, and directly broke through the insignificant restriction formation of the inn. He looked around and saw a house in the clouds and fog. He opened the door and entered with a swipe of two fingers. He lowered his figure and smiled.
He said: "There were many people last night, so it's hard to say much."
The young man hesitated. In fact, he had already walked out of the unique spiritual training center in the house. At this moment, he saw the green shirt in front of him. The young man first clasped his fists and then bowed. He seemed to feel that something was wrong. In the end, he had to scratch his head, called Mr. Chen, and then started
Grinning stupidly.
In the past, in the Shihao Kingdom, there was a young waiter in a dog meat shop who was mistaken for a mute. Later, he met a man in blue cotton-padded clothes and took him to have a meal. He talked a lot and gave him a chance.
.
Finally, he lent the boy a small sum of money.
"Enemies alas".
Gaiyan in the alley was not annoyed, she just stamped her feet shyly and followed him.
When she came to this courtyard, she was extremely surprised. Did Gou Shou and Chen Pingan know each other? How come she had never heard of this.
Han Zhoujin also came to the entrance of the small courtyard, with Yu Yu, a follower beside him.
The young man smiled brightly and said, "Mr. Chen, my name is Gou Cun today."
Chen Pingan smiled and nodded, "It's a good name."
Survive.
Don’t forget your roots and live on.
Chen Pingan stretched out his hand.
The young man quickly took out a Xiaoshu coin that he had kept all year round from his sleeve, handed it to the other party, and said apologetically: "Mr. Chen, I spent that Xiaoshu coin back then."
Chen Ping'an said: "If you borrow money and pay it back, you can't ask for any interest."
The young man grinned, knowing that Mr. Chen was joking.
Chen Ping'an put away the Xiaoshu money, twisted his wrist, and a green bamboo stick appeared. It was the hiking stick used by the literati for mountaineering and traveling. "I'll give it to you."
On the hiking pole, there is an inscription with two words, Zhiyuan.
The young man held a hiking stick in his arms and was not good at words. He just bowed silently to Mr. Chen to thank him.
next moment.
Before the boy had time to raise his head and stand up, he suddenly became frightened and alert.
In fact, not only Cun Cun, but also the female ghost in the courtyard changed her appearance. Han Zhoujin and Yu Yu at the door, as well as Song Xu and others gathered in a nearby courtyard, everyone found themselves in the mist.
Formation master Han Zhoujin had already sacrificed the ruins of the Immortal Palace, and then there was only a sword light between heaven and earth, splitting the sky and splitting the earth, forcibly breaking through the landscape restrictions of an ancient Tongbai Paradise, and saw Chen Pingan holding it with one hand.
Gaiyan tied her hair into a bun and held Gou Cun's neck with one hand. The female ghost Gaiyan's spiritual energy was suppressed by the fist, almost stagnant. If there was a slight movement, the natal Qi palace of the Five Elements would feel the heart-wrenching pain. As for Gou Cun, he had already fainted.
, the most troublesome part is that both Gaiyan and Gou Cun were lightly stabbed by flying swords between their eyebrows.
Suddenly, the sword energy seeped into the small world within the body.
The green-shirted swordsman who took action without saying hello looked around and took a look at the aura of the ancient immortal dojo. Then he stared at Han Zhoujin and said with a smile: "I'm a little surprised. How did you kill them back then?"
The demon tribe’s army is in the Yupu Realm, attacking and beheading them? No way, I’m giving you their heads, right?”
Chen Ping'an thought to himself and said: "Or, as long as there are not enough people, the eleven of you can only be regarded as a piece of loose sand? It's okay, just come in. Besides, there is no one in the world who only needs you to plan and kill others.
Good thing, you have to pay off your debt one day, and now is the time."
The Yin-Yang family qi practitioner was about to perform a Taoist secret, and used an extremely mysterious natal magical power. At the cost of falling into a lower realm, he reversed the flow of time a little to help the eleven people return to the "before", so they could prepare early.
As a result, there was a sword light directly above his head. Yuan Huajing appeared as Sui Lin's protector. He took out a flying sword and used the flying sword against the flying sword to cut off the sword light. Unexpectedly, the Five Elements Qi Practitioner was surrounded by
, the sword light lit up countless times, directly disrupting the slender silk-like water of time.
Chen Pingan dropped Gou Cun and Gai Yan in his hands and walked to Dao Lu Ge Ling. The Taoist priest actually chose to directly explode the golden elixir and Nascent Soul. If he had been replaced by an ordinary Earth Immortal monk, he would have died.
It's gone.
Chen Ping'an's fists were like a waterfall, and he was unscathed. He casually walked out of the slightly chaotic battlefield, stretched out his hand to hold down the military monk Yu Yu, and punched Yu Yu close to him. He gently pulled him closer to him, and then turned around.
A hit to the heart caused Yu Yu to vomit blood, and he flew backwards for dozens of feet. His body flashed, and he was about to lift his foot and step down again, but out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Yu Yu was actually far away somewhere else. It was interesting.
In the caged bird's own little world, what he saw was still disturbed. It seemed that the female ghost, the legendary "painter and eyebrow painter" on the mountain, who was in the alley earlier, was still hiding a lot of her skills.
So the next moment, what the eleven people saw in their eyes was that the heaven and earth were tilted, twisted and reversed to varying degrees.
It's like a heaven and earth, cut into countless realms by its owner.
Just when the female ghost Gaiyan was about to make a move, her vision was filled with sword light, and dozens of long swords were instantly driven into her body and her colorful clothes.
Gou Cun, who was supposed to have been sleeping for a long time, suddenly opened his eyes, and Chen Pingan stepped on the center of his mouth, causing him to pass out again. At the same time, Chen Pingan squinted at the little novice monk and smiled, as if to say, it's you. Dressed in green
Shanru stepped out of the door, jumped in the air, and appeared behind the little novice monk. He put his arm around the little monk's neck and held the little monk's chin with one hand. However, Chen Pingan hesitated for a moment and chose to stop temporarily and patted the little monk.
The monk's head smiled and said: "Be careful in the future."
He put his fingers together and drew a circle, and a golden thunder pool appeared around the little novice's back.
Chen Ping'an changed the battlefield and shook his sleeves. The talismans were like hanging two galaxies, surrounding the Five Elements Qi Practitioners.
Han Zhoujin was shocked. He didn't know when he had lost the energy connection with the ruins of the Immortal Mansion.
Chen Ping'an looked around, raised his hand casually, swatted away the flying swords of Yuan Huajing and Song Xu, and said: "I know you still have many backup plans, but they are of no use. If you have no chance to use them, you have already lost."
With a flick of his finger, he shot a fragment of the golden body towards the Yin Yang family Qi practitioner. Chen Pingan said: "This is compensation. Let's all go back."
Time reversed for a moment, and each of the eleven people returned to their places, but with the protection of the little monk's Buddhist magical power, everyone's memory was still there. Sui Lin fell to the ground, his face pale, but the fragment of the golden body in his hand was enough to make up for himself.
Although there is a loss in Taoism, there is still a surplus.
Half of the monks were not convinced, and the remaining half were still frightened.
The green-shirted swordsman with extremely ruthless attacks seemed to be immune to the influence of time. He was the first to return to the inn, stood in the corridor with his hands in his sleeves, and said with a smile to the young man who still lowered his head:
"scared?"
The young man was speechless, still holding the hiking pole in his arms. He stood up, scratched his head, and shook his head again, "Mr. Chen, I have learned."
Chen Pingan said softly: "When practicing on the mountain, the clouds and waves are treacherous. The higher you climb, the stronger the mountain wind. Be more careful in the future."
Then Chen Ping'an laughed, "Of course it doesn't mean that you have to be careful about my sneak attacks in the future. Today's attack is an exception."
Chen Pingan began to help the eleven people review the fight and gave some suggestions. It didn't matter whether they listened or not.
If they were not monks who had been carefully selected by their senior brothers and cultivated with a lot of financial resources, Chen Ping'an would not have bothered to take action today. Such a large fragment of the golden body of an ancient god is not money.
Chen Pingan finally asked in his heart: "Gou Cun, what will happen if you see someone eating dog meat now?"
Gou Cun was silent for a moment, raised his head, and said honestly to Mr. Chen: "I still feel very uncomfortable in my heart, so I listened to Mr. Chen. I must become the national advisor of that small country in the future and order that no one in the country is allowed to eat dog meat."
Chen Pingan nodded, "Take your time."
Chen Ping'an was about to leave the Xianjia Inn. Unexpectedly, the female ghost still had the courage to take a few steps closer, blinking her big eyes, "Mr. Chen, we are leaving now. Can I see you off?"
Chen Ping'an laughed angrily and said, "Nai Wai or not, tell me, what are you planning?"
She looked a little shy for the first time, "Learn from Han Zhoujin, and you can't control yourself when you see something interesting."
Han Zhoujin's face turned red, and he became angry and said: "Gaiyan, please keep your mouth clean!"
Chen Pingan was speechless and passed away in a flash.
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Fire Temple.
Under the flower shed, Aunt Feng looked sideways, and saw that no one had come in uninvited and without knocking on the door.
The old coachman said straightforwardly: "The situation forces me to answer Chen Ping'an's three questions. What do you think the boy will ask? I'll prepare in advance. Don't shirk it. If you hadn't caused the trouble, I wouldn't have received those two more swords."
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Aunt Feng smiled and said, "Chen Pingan will definitely ask you who you are first."
The old coachman said: "What else?"
Aunt Feng continued: "As for the broken porcelain, were you involved in it?"
The old coachman nodded, "That's a good answer. It's no big deal."
Aunt Feng clicked her tongue and said, "Have you violated your conscience? You have already bet on Ma's family in Xinghua Lane."
The old coachman did not hide anything, "I am most optimistic about Ma Kuxuan, and I have nothing to hide, but what the Ma and his wife did has nothing to do with me. I neither instigated them, nor did I help erase the traces afterwards."
Aunt Feng thought for a moment, "As for the third question, there are so many things he might ask, it's hard to guess."
"for example?"
"For example, who is the initiator of the refining of Lizhu Dongtian's natal porcelain? Do you want to answer? How to answer?"
The old coachman took out a small porcelain bottle, opened it wide, and smelled the purple mist. Suddenly, he was filled with golden light, which spread all over his body, and he mended his injuries.
One good thing about the body of a god being killed by the sword cultivator is that there is no sword energy left. The aftertaste of the sword energy will be washed away by the long river of time. As long as the golden body is not shattered on the spot, no matter how serious the injury is and how many cracks there are afterwards,
, can make up for and repair the golden body.
The old coachman was silent for a moment, looking a little helpless. "I made an agreement with Ning Yao. As long as there are questions that I don't want to answer, I can ask Chen Pingan to change."
Aunt Feng smiled and said, "That's it?"
The old coachman said gloomily: "That little woman gave me an explanation, but it's just three things."
The old coachman suddenly raised his head, "You old woman, don't try to trick me again."
Aunt Feng joked: "If it doesn't work out, I would rather die as a Taoist friend than die as a poor Taoist, and tell the truth about that person to Chen Ping'an."
The old coachman shook his head, "What are the four troublesome ghosts on the mountain? Actually, don't mess with anyone but the fortune teller."
One of the other two people behind the scenes is a dragon breeder from the Fulong lineage. The other one is from the Tulu family of the Yin Yang family. One is in the light and the other is in the dark. The one who is in the light is the Beijing practitioner who was beaten to death by Song Changjing's fists.
Qi Shi, The One in the Dark, and the location selection of the old Five Mountains of Dali were all written by this person.
These old immortals, living under the fence of the Lizhu Cave, naturally have their own desires. The old master Fulongshi is betting on the Song family of Dali, and at the same time suppresses the luck of the Lu family on Fulu Street.
As for Aunt Feng, apart from protecting the Tao, she just made good connections in various places. For example, she brought Cao Hang and Yuan Xun out of Lizhu Cave, and gave these future civil and military gems to Dali Chaotang.
It was only because of that resurgence that the Song family of Dali was prevented from being cut off from the country and easily annexed by the Lu dynasty, which was the master of Dali in the past.
Compared to Aunt Feng and the old coachman, the Yin-Yang monk from the Lu family in Middle-earth hides behind the scenes and works all day long. He is the most sneaky in his actions, but he is able to act appropriately and within the rules.
The old coachman said for no reason: "Within sixty years, first come first served. Ma Kuxuan actually still has a chance."
It means that the ethereal and ubiquitous awe-inspiring destiny caused the mountains and rivers of several continents to be shattered, and many great monks in the two worlds perished. None of them were originally responsible for the auspicious destiny, but they all returned to the world one by one. This
It was like there was an invisible struggle. Earlier, the Sword Immortal embryos of the Great Wall of Sword Qi and the Hundred Sword Immortals of Tuoyue Mountain all rose to the occasion due to the impending war. After that, the Sword Immortals
Xu Xie, Baidi City Gu Can and others came into being one after another and rose rapidly. Therefore, the past hundred years have been a great year that practitioners of Taoism rarely encounter in ten thousand years. It is impossible to miss it.
unless.
Wen Haizhou, who had already ascended to heaven, could return to the human world and the war resumed.
The old coachman glanced at the sky and sighed: "I have to say, this thoroughness is really remarkable."
Aunt Feng said with a smile: "Keeping the energy without taking it away is the way for monks to cultivate their possessions."
The old coachman frowned and said, "Merit is hard-earned. There must be something wrong with Chen Ping'an's brain."
Aunt Feng shook her head and did not want to say more about this matter.
The so-called human nature, in the final analysis, is that you like to fight with yourself.
As a god, he is naturally able to classify the emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy down to the smallest detail, and then subdivide them into hundreds or even thousands of "territories", making everything in order.
Regarding this matter, the saints of the three religions all have many solutions. For example, Buddhism and Taoism all advocate "obeying one law". More recently, the old scholar who restored the divine position in the Confucian Temple has also been mentioned in the book of saints.
To explore the secrets of heaven, for example, if there is doubt in observing an object, the center is uncertain and the external objects are unclear. When the moon is shining brightly at night, one looks down at its shadow and thinks it is hiding a ghost... The heart is the king of form and the master of gods, so it is necessary
Self-restraint, self-control, self-destruction, self-control... This is the essence of the old scholar's chapter on unveiling.
So at the inn earlier, the old scholar seemed to have casually mentioned his unmasking chapter.
At that time, Aunt Feng took away the breeze and stopped eavesdropping on the conversation.
The so-called gossip in the world was really not something she intentionally listened to. It was actually caused by her natal magical power.
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Chen Ping'an returned the same way and approached the inn. He happened to meet the girl going out. As soon as she saw the guy, the girl immediately turned around and ran back to the inn, bypassing the counter. She hid next to her father, and then pretended to start planning.
Chen Pingan crossed the threshold without squinting.
He stopped suddenly, turned around and walked out of the inn, heading towards the alley house.
The Empress Dowager of Great Li finally arrived.
Over the counter, the girl whispered: "Dad, did I wrong him?"
The old shopkeeper said solemnly: "No, this guy is a man from the world of martial arts. He has many evil intentions and is playing hard to get."
Chen Pingan was quite helpless.
Walking slowly on the street with nothing to do, Chen Pingan began to make a few random remarks.
The ancient bamboo horse beats the waist of the skirt, stands on the horse to listen to the sound of flower sellers, the lotus flowers are charming to fish, the screen window complains about the jade mat in the autumn, the jade leaks late, good things are coming soon. The clouds across the river can't send the boat, the magpie bridge fairy sees the pot in the sky, the mountain ghost sings the ballad