At the end of the year, there was another heavy snowfall, and there were countless pieces of jade.
A military ferry from the Daquan Dynasty has sailed far beyond the northern border. In a few hours, it will reach the Xiandu Mountain Ferry.
There was an old man wearing an old and thick fox fur. He was traveling north by boat. Occasionally he would leave his house and walk to the boat rail to look at the winding mountains and rivers in the wind and snow.
If you want to experience the signs of a good harvest, the fairy algae will appear.
It is no longer the bleak scene where the fields under the mountains are barren and there are countless dead bones. In the mountains there are only apes climbing withered vines and cranes looking at the broken monuments.
On the side of the ferry, a man wearing a green shirt suddenly condensed into clouds and water, hovering in the wind and snow.
Wearing a green shirt and long coat, with a jade hairpin on her head, and two swords folded at her waist, she danced in the air, keeping pace with the ferry boat.
This swordsman in green shirt appeared beside the ferry without any warning. He seemed to be strolling in the air, but in fact he was as fast as an eagle.
Disease can stop a thousand-mile horse, and anger can defeat thousands of enemies.
Liu Zong walked out of the cabin, came to the bow deck, stood on the railing, smiled and waved: "Brother Chen!"
The chief worshiper of the Daquan Yao family made a marching gesture, indicating to the worshipers on the ferry that the soldiers should not be nervous because they were members of his own family.
After Chen Ping'an settled on the ferry, he called "Brother Liu."
The short old man twirled his beard and smiled. Hearing Chen Ping'an's name, the knife sharpener Liu Zong looked quite proud. This is like birds of a feather flocking together. He recalled that he was such a handsome young man back then.
In the martial arts world of my hometown, when I was young, I had a horn knife attached to my waist. I dare not say that I was invincible in the world, but I was close to it. Anyway, I was invincible and rarely encountered opponents.
As long as those who are stronger than you don't block your way, you will be invincible.
Countless heroes in the world would not give me a thumbs up when they saw me, Liu Zong. How many dignitaries would treat me as a guest? How many women would be taught to be infatuated, causing them to recite that nickname repeatedly in their hearts?
"Xiao Zhu Lian"!
The ferry was three stories high. Liu Zong took Chen Ping'an to the top floor, where General Yao rested.
Chen Pingan asked curiously: "Is this a cross-continental ferry? Did you build it yourself in Daquan?"
Regarding cross-continental ferries, Chen Pingan dared to say that he had seen as many as forty if not half a hundred.
This ferry is actually only slightly smaller than the Feng Yuan Ferry. Compared to the ferries from various continents docked at Hanging Mountain, this one can be considered medium-sized.
Liu Zong gathered his voices together and revealed secrets to Chen Pingan, and there was no taboo or taboo, "It can be regarded as half-buying and half-building. Many strange people and strangers gathered in Mirage City back then, and about half of them were retained by His Majesty, including
There are several Immortal Genealogy Masters who have some connections with other continents.
A few years ago, His Majesty asked people to help with the matchmaking, and bought some construction drawings from Aai Aizhou at a high price. Have you heard about the Wusunlan ferry? It usually crosses continents and docks at the southernmost Qushan Ferry, Dajian.
Immortal Xu Xie is responsible for guiding us. Our route is the same as Wusunlan, but the appearance has been greatly changed."
"Your Majesty is very courageous. In addition to this 'Lu Xian Zhi', he also wants to build two new cross-continental ferries. He will keep one for himself and sell the other. Anyway, the money for buying the blueprints must be recovered from someone who was taken advantage of.
When we came back, we had all given names, namely 'Emei Yue' and 'Lei Che'."
"Previously, Han Yushu, the daughter of the sect leader of the Wanyao Sect, said that they were interested in purchasing Sanshan Paradise, but for some reason there has been no movement recently. There is also some interest in the Golden Summit Temple in the north, but the price is not as high as what the Wanyao Sect offered.
It is a full 30% lower. However, Baozhen Taoist Yin Miaofeng of Jinding Temple and his disciple Shao Yuanran were previously the first-class worshipers of our Daquan. With this incense and love, if Wanyao Sect continues to delay like this, it will not give a
For the right reasons and His Majesty's temper, he would probably sell the 'Thunder Cart' to Jindingguan."
Chen Ping'an deliberately ignored Wan Yaozong, made a general calculation in his mind, and nodded: "It is very safe for Daquan to keep two ferries for himself. One is for north-south trade, connecting Aquarius Island and Beiju Luzhou in the north.
If possible, you can also sail to the northern ice field of Ai Ai Continent. For example, you Daquan can see if there is an opportunity to join forces with the Liu family of Ai Ai Continent to mine ice sheet minerals. Another ferry can go to the Middle Earth Divine Continent or Fuyao Continent.
Yes, and the sooner we have a private ferry, the better. We can finalize the terms of the covenant with the sects and big dynasties along the route as early as possible, and the longer the term, the better."
Nowadays, nine out of ten of the existing cross-continental ferries of Haoran Tianxia Sect have been borrowed by the Chinese Confucian Temple, which can be regarded as temporarily "confiscated".
Therefore, there are only a few ferries that can cross the land and travel across the sea. Therefore, whoever can own a similar ferry can make money more easily than before. Similar to the few powerful chess pieces on the Go board, the best way to build momentum is
, and then take the actual value.
Liu Zong chuckled and said: "Heroes think alike. Brother, please help us convey these words to our Majesty."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Brother Liu, after all these years, I am still in the golden state. Isn't it right? When we get to Xiandu Mountain, can we help each other?"
Liu Zongming knew that the other party was changing the subject, but he still laughed angrily: "You don't expose the shortcomings of others when you scold them, don't slap people in the face when you hit them, do you still respect the moral principles of the world?"
In fact, this pair of brand new skins was given by the old temple master as a gift for beating the sky drum on the top of the city. It was so good that Liu Zong left the Ouhua Paradise for many years and still could not break the mirror.
Breaking the bottleneck of a golden body is as difficult as a qi practitioner ascending from Yuan Ying to the fifth realm. Liu Zong was so worried that he drank a lot in these years.
I heard that the kind master from Nanyuan Kingdom has already reached the bottleneck of the Far Traveling Realm.
As for how Brother Chen around him is doing, what can he do compared to this thing? It's like his juniors are promising, and it's too late to be happy.
Because there were veteran general Yao Zhen and the county prince Yao Xianzhi who served as governor of the capital on board the ferry, in addition to the knife sharpener Liu Zong who was personally responsible for escorting the ship, there were also several earthly immortal qi practitioners who did not dare to take it lightly.
As for whether there was a hidden master, Chen Pingan deliberately refused to investigate. After all, it was not Xiao Longqiu.
Chen Ping'an just bent his fingers and tapped the stair railing lightly. He didn't know what kind of fairy wood it was made of, and there was a clanging sound of gold and stone.
The cross-continental ferry of Pima Sect in Bone Beach has always been the financial source of Luolu Mountain. Almost half of the ferry can be said to have the surname Chen.
The reason why he was not sent to the sea to "walk escorts" was because the Sect of Zhongtu had already taken the initiative to hand over a ferry to the Confucian Temple to take care of it.
So after returning to Haoran Tianxia, Chen Ping'an didn't think much about it, but last time at Gongdelin, when his husband was drinking and happy, he accidentally let it slip.
If Pima Sect is just a subordinate sect, it can barely leave a cross-continent ferry, but as one of the Beiju Luzhou sects, Haoran Jiuzhou, each continent has a share, Beiju Luzhou is actually in the Confucian Temple
There just happened to be one missing, so the Pima Sect seemed to need to hand over the ferry again. As a result, Mao Xiaodong, who was promoted to the Secretary of Liji Academy, somehow suggested to Qiong Lin, who had already handed over two cross-continental ferries.
Zong, just take out another one. Anyway, he is very wealthy. Even if he gives three to the Confucian Temple, there will still be one left.
It was a small-scale internal meeting of the Confucian Temple. Only the three religious leaders of the Confucian Temple, the principal and deputy priests, the priests and priests of the three university palaces, and a small group of accompanying sages were not present. In addition, all the academy chiefs were unable to attend the meeting.
The tall Academy Secretary Mao Xiaodong spoke like this, causing the entire audience to fall into silence.
The Grand Priest of Liji Academy had no choice but to bite the bullet and seconded the proposal of his own Mao Siye, and then he had no objections and the agenda was passed by default.
At that time, the old scholar had not yet restored his position in the Confucian Temple, so he was naturally not present.
What does the righteous speech of the sages of the ceremonial academy have to do with my lineage of the sages of literature?
Sword cultivators have the custom of asking about swords, so the old scholar's "asking about wine" is also unique.
On the other side of the stairs, the old general smiled and said: "I originally wanted to give you a surprise."
Yao Xianzhi had one arm, holding the fox fur coat. Grandpa was very stubborn. He said that if he was frozen during these few steps, he would have to go far away.
Grandpa's little thoughts were actually just a sign of dissatisfaction with him. Yao Fuyin just pretended not to know about it.
Yao Jinzhi smiled and said: "This is called the strong in the strong."
In the past, there was an empty sleeve hanging down the side of the body. Now Mr. Fu Yin simply knotted the sleeve and tied it up, as if to openly tell others that I am just missing an arm. If you want to laugh, just laugh.
It turned out that the old general deliberately delayed the itinerary by two days.
It is obvious that Chen Ping'an immediately left the customs as soon as he waited for the message from Feijian from Yao Mansion and set off for Mirage City, intending to personally escort the ferry to Xiandu Mountain.
Otherwise, we wouldn’t have encountered this Luxianzhi ferry on the way.
Chen Pingan quickly climbed up the stairs.
The old general reached out and grabbed his arm and said with a smile: "Come on, let's have a few drinks?"
Chen Pingan nodded, "We agreed not to drink too much."
Liu Zong didn't follow. Who doesn't know that in the mind of the old general, Chen Ping'an is half a grandson of the Yao family, or half a grandson-in-law?
There is a large fire pit in the house, and Yao Xianzhi is responsible for warming the wine.
Chen Pingan bent down and sat on a bench, picked up the tongs, gently flicked the charcoal fire, and asked: "Yao Lingzhi's 'Mingquan' knife, still can't be found?"
Probably knowing the old general's temper and habits, Ferry deliberately decorated this room as simple and plain as possible.
As the Fu Yin master in charge of this matter, he curled his lips and said, "It's difficult, there are no clues, but I have dug up a lot of shady things."
The old man smiled and said: "I finally look like a governor. It doesn't matter if I lose a knife."
Yao Xianzhi said gloomily: "Grandpa, this is just standing up and talking without backache, to put it lightly. The Fuyin Yamen Office has mobilized so many manpower, but there is no result. Anyway, I feel unhappy."
"I didn't stand, I said it while sitting."
The old man said: "Besides, the boss is quite old, but he is still a bachelor and his waist is not good. No wonder he didn't dare to go to the church to hang out when he drank with others in the early years."
Yao Xianzhi habitually stretched out his hand to warm himself up by the fire. When he heard this, his face immediately turned red, he raised his head and complained, "Grandpa, could you please stop talking about this with Mr. Chen?"
Chen Ping'an suddenly said: "I noticed just now that there is a woman worshiping on the ferry. She is not young, but her level is not low. She was standing on the second floor of the ferry earlier. The look in her eyes when she looked at Xianzhi, well, there was something like that
, can’t be wrong.”
The old man raised his eyebrows and became interested, "Oh? Is there such a thing?"
The Daquan monks who were able to work on this ferry must have been on the battlefield back then.
Yao Xianzhi said helplessly: "Mr. Chen, if it doesn't happen, don't talk nonsense."
I know which woman Mr. Chen is talking about. After all, all the military monks in the capital have personally reviewed the files. Their life background, mountain pedigree, and battlefield resume, Yao Xianzhi, the prefect, knows everything. That girl is called Liu Yi, and her maiden name is Liu Yi.
Yuanyang, whose Taoist name is "Yifu", is a native of Daquan. She was born into a family of local county officials. She was struck by an earthly immortal at a young age and went to the mountain to practice early. In her early years, during the battlefields of Gyeonggi and Mirage City, Liu Yi
With a cultivation level in the Dragon Gate realm, relying on his own Taoist skills and two important treasures passed down from masters, his military prowess is not inferior to that of several golden elixir immortals.
Of course, Liu Yi was a very outstanding woman. Yao Xianzhi occasionally walked on the ferry, but she would not look sideways at her.
That's right, why do you like a cripple who is missing an arm?
Besides, Yao Xianzhi really didn't have any thoughts about her.
Chen Ping'an said angrily: "Why should I make such a joke?"
The old man pointed at Yao Xianzhi and said with a smile: "Do you think this counts as being blind? You can tell yourself. What's the use of you?!"
Chen Ping'an began to add insult to injury and said with a smile: "Some people have no choice but to become singles, but some people rely on their true abilities to become singles."
The old general and Yao Xianzhi asked about the general situation of Liu Yi, and learned that this female immortal master came from a scholarly family in Daquan. Well, her Taoist name is "Yifu", which is very good. It makes people happy and courageous when they hear it.
Several times, he ignored the protection of his elders and put himself in danger. He was also able to kill monsters and perform meritorious service, and finally defended Mirage City. When His Majesty rewarded him for his merits, Liu Yi just asked the imperial court for a third-class worship status.
...That's not good. Your Majesty should be given a second-class service anyway.
As for Liu Yi, who is now in his sixties, what is the problem? If the age of a woman on the mountain is equal to the age of a woman at the foot of the mountain, wouldn't it be equivalent to the age of a woman at the foot of the mountain?
The old man rubbed his chin and sighed, "I don't think Xianzhi is worthy of that girl."
Chen Ping'an hummed, "I think so too."
Yao Xianzhi smiled bitterly.
The old man laughed heartily, raised his hand, and Chen Pingan gave him a high-five, showing great understanding.
Taking the bowl of rice wine from Yao Xianzhi, Chen Ping'an glanced at the old fox fur hanging on the hanger and knew its origin. It was a royal gift given to the Yao family in Bianguan by the late Emperor Liu Zhen of Daquan in his early years.
Yao Xianzhi might not think much about it, but if the current generation of Daquan Dynasty saw it, she would probably feel uncomfortable in her heart.
It's just that every family has sutras that are difficult to recite, so Chen Ping'an can only pretend that he doesn't know the subtle twists and turns of people's hearts.
Chen Pingan remembered something and took out two red envelopes from his sleeves, each containing a small summer coin. Chen Pingan specially selected the two red envelopes with inscriptions as auspicious words of blessing to the younger generation.
He handed the red envelope to Yao Xianzhi and said with a smile: "I'll help you and give it to Yao Lingzhi later, and give it to her child. I, Uncle Chen, will use it as a way to make up for the New Year's money I've owed over the years."
Yao Lingzhi was married a long time ago and now has a pair of children, but both children are not very old now.
Similar to Chen Ping'an, many monks on the mountain like to collect all kinds of summer money with many inscriptions, similar to "spending money", to open furnaces and town treasuries, hang lanterns to welcome the spring, and wish birthdays and new years. The inscriptions are various. In this matter
, Chen Pingan has been traveling for so many years, and has never fallen behind. Privately, he has collected six sets of the twelve zodiac signs "Xiaoshu Money", three sets of "Moon Order Flower God Money", and one set with the Qun Yushan inscription engraved inside.
Chen Ping'an spent a lot of private money on the "Thirty-six Tiangang" Xiaoshu money. He took the Guyu money in his hand and gave it to Wei Wenlong, the accountant of Luopo Mountain, to take care of it. He helped pay attention to those Xiaoshu money with strange inscriptions. Whenever he encountered it,
Get started.
In this matter, Liu Caishen of Aaizhou is the master-level figure, and he has collected many unique items that are known as unparalleled in the world.
Yao Xianzhi put away the red envelope and said with a smile: "Those two children will go crazy after receiving this lucky money."
My uncle has no authority at all among them. The two children have been weird and clever since they were young, and they are both stubborn and wild. I only want to ask myself some landscape stories about Mr. Chen, and shout
Only when you are an uncle can you be more sincere.
No, during the first month of this year, the two children must kowtow to their uncle a few more times before they can give out red envelopes.
Yao Zhen asked casually: "Wu Chen is not in Tongyezhou. He has gone to Haoran Tianxia. We only have one Zhiming Grandmaster Huang Yiyun in Pushan. Have you two met?"
Chen Ping'an nodded and said: "I've met before. We met for the first time at Yunku Blessed Land. Later, something happened. Master Yeshan agreed to Xiandu Mountain to be a guest guest."
Yao Xianzhi said doubtfully: "Why didn't you tell me last time in Mirage City?"
Mr. Fu Yin secretly rejoiced, hey, in Mr. Chen's sect, wouldn't he be on an equal footing with Pushan Huang Yiyun?
Chen Pingan said angrily: "What are you talking about?"
Old General Yao clicked his tongue and said: "That is a great beauty. On the Flower God Mountain Rouge List of Yunku Blessed Land, Old Sect Master Jiang did not dare to include her in it, otherwise she would be among the top three in the positive reviews and she would not be able to escape. Look.
This visit was not in vain."
The old man took a sip of wine and said with a smile: "Can you hold it?"
Chen Pingan was speechless.
Yao Xianzhi finally found an opportunity and joked: "If it were me, facing such a beautiful and fragrant mountain immortal master, who is also a female martial artist, I would definitely be unable to control myself, and I would not be able to sleep at night."
Chen Ping'an laughed and said: "You can't sleep at night? You are tossing and turning, right? If you hurt your waist, it will make things worse. You can do it, Xianzhi. You are a good man. It turns out that you don't want to harm the girl because you are afraid of marrying into a family and leaving a widow?"
Yao Xianzhi almost suffered internal injuries, so he had to drink a big sip of warm rice wine.
The old man asked with a smile: "Since you are both great masters, can we learn from each other?"
Chen Pingan nodded, "We won."
The old man asked again: "What if we face that Wu Shu?"
Chen Pingan thought for a while, then nodded and said: "We can win."
It's just that it won't be easy to win. After all, Wu Shu is a martial artist who has worked hard for many years on the Guizhen level. In addition to removing all the talisman restrictions on his hands and feet, Chen Ping'an also needs to have a more determined attitude of winning and losing, and completely let go.
Use your hands and feet to ask for punches.
Nowadays, Chen Pingan and Renwenquan can roughly be divided into four situations.
Suppressing the environment, not suppressing the environment, whether there are any talisman restrictions on the body, and the last kind of "revealing the true body, the posture of the city head".
Liu Zong knocked lightly, pushed the door open, rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "What can you win if you win?"
Yao Xianzhi poured another bowl of wine to Liu Zong and said, "We are talking about Huang Yiyun and Wu Sheng, the martial sage."
Liu Zong shook the wine bowl and smelled the aroma of the wine. He turned to look at the swordsman in green shirt who was no longer drinking and stretched out his hand to warm himself by the fire. He glanced at the stack of narrow knives on his waist and asked: "When will you, the great disciple who founded the mountain?"
Reaching the limit?”
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "It is already."
Liu Zong drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp, and his whole old face was wrinkled with worry. He hesitated for a moment and whispered: "Actually, I have always wanted to find an opportunity to have a boxing match with Huang Yiyun. Unfortunately, last time in Taoye
When I met with Du, she went to discuss business with our Majesty as the owner of Pushan Mountain, so I can’t say anything. Now, why bother to seek far away from the near, right or wrong?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Just wait for Brother Liu's words."
Liu Zong said with a bitter face: "I am in the Golden Body Realm. I can't cover the earth and travel far away. It's not appropriate to ask about boxing on the boat. Let's talk about it when we get to Xiandu Mountain?"
Chen Pingan said: "No need to bother."
In an instant, the world and the earth changed. Only the brazier remained, and the four people were still sitting around the fire. But other than that, there was nothing left in the world.
The four people and the brazier all seemed to be wandering in vain, as if they were suspended in an endless and vast ancient secret realm.
Yao Xianzhi lightly stomped his feet, causing ripples under his feet, as if he were stepping on a calm lake.
Chen Pingan stood up, moved sideways, and stood in the void a hundred feet away from the brazier. With one hand behind his back and the other hand in front of him, he invited with a smile: "Warrior Liu Zong, just punch."
Liu Zong sat there, his scalp numb, as if he was sitting on pins and needles.
It's strange to say that this boy Chen Ping'an, who was wearing a snow-white robe and carrying a sword, accidentally entered the blessed land and killed the invincible old man Ding Ying. What feats and deeds did Liu have done in the past few years after leaving the Ouhua blessed land? In fact, Liu
Zong Yin has become the chief minister of the Daquan Yao family, and everyone has heard about it. Even the last time they reunited in Mirage City, Chen Pingan was already the last hidden official and a well-deserved swordsman of the upper five realms.
He was a fairy, but Liu Zong didn't feel any pressure when getting along with him or standing with him. But at this moment, Liu Zong instinctively came up with the idea that he shouldn't fight with him, but should only drink, chat and spank.
Yao Xianzhi held back his laughter, and was about to tease Liu Chongfeng a few words, when he saw his grandfather gently shaking his head, indicating that he should not speak.
Liu Zong took a deep breath, smiled suddenly, stood up slowly, and walked towards Chen Ping'an. After standing still, he took out a horn knife from his sleeve that had not been used for many years.
It is not a magic sword of high quality. It is quite sharp against enemies in my hometown, but it is not very good in this vast world. It is not even of a magic weapon quality.
It's just that this boxing fight probably won't keep this old man who has been dependent on each other all his life. Looking down at the horn knife, the old man can't help but feel distressed and a little sad.
Liu Zong said frankly: "In this boxing competition, our realms are very different, so I will have murderous intentions, and I won't be murderous at all. You should be more patient."
Chen Ping'an nodded, then slipped out two short knives from his two green sleeves, which were as narrow as daggers. He threw one of the short knives to Liu Zong, "Use my short knife. It's tougher and can make you worry-free."
If you are worried, it will be more refreshing to use the knife."
Liu Zong breathed a sigh of relief. After putting away the horn knife, he gave the dagger-like short knife a beautiful polish. He lifted it up and looked at it. The inscription was "Morning Dew". Liu Zong smiled and asked, "Have you said anything?"
Chen Pingan introduced: "The real name is 'Zhulu', which is the Cao Zi dagger recorded in official history."
The short knife in Chen Pingan's hand has the inscription "Muxia". Like the Cao Zi dagger, the inscription is a deception. Chen Pingan has never found any clues about this knife for so many years. Since it can be of the same rank as Cao Zi's dagger, it must be
It has a good origin, and it was acquired from the hands of an assassin from the Kalu Mountain, so Chen Ping'an took advantage of the situation and named it "Kalu".
Liu Zong looked appreciatively, nodded and said: "A good sword has a good name, especially for the current sword holder."
Liu Zong's figure disappeared in a flash, dragging out a blade of firefly between his original spot and his green shirt.
Chen Ping'an remained motionless, raised an arm, twisted the tip of the Zhulu knife with two fingers, slapped it with one palm, and threw it heavily on Liu Zong's face. Liu Zong fell to the ground on the spot, and Chen Ping lost the dagger.
Ping An kicked Liu Zong in the head again, and instantly he slid dozens of feet away.
Chen Ping'an still stood where he was, but gently threw the dagger back to Liu Zong.
Liu Zong jumped up, reached out to catch the dagger, wiped the blood on his face with the back of his hand, then tilted his head and spat out a large mouthful of bruises, and said with an angry smile: "What a good boy, you can't even put yourself under pressure?"
Chen Pingan asked back: "Is there a difference between suppressing the situation and not suppressing the situation? Don't you still need me to stop my hand again and again to prevent me from accidentally beating you to death?"
Yao Xianzhi, who was watching the battle from a distance, widened his eyes. Listening to Mr. Chen's words, he suddenly felt a little strange, as if he had never really known Mr. Chen.
The old general drank wine and said with a smile: "How do you think he has gotten through these years?"
One kind of rice can feed hundreds of people, and hundreds of kinds of rice can feed one person.
For people in this world, it is not easy to make a living. The hardships and hardships here are not enough for outsiders. Perhaps the only words and all the truths are that swordsmanship is only about the sword, and martial arts is only about boxing.
Over at the martial arts arena, Chen Ping'an shook his head and said: "It's just that the Golden Body Realm is just okay. It's barely a paper physique, so I think it can be regarded as half a Far Traveling Realm? Unfortunately, in my case, it really can't be done.
Calculate it this way.”
"You can ask me to suppress the realm. I will conquer the three realms and learn the opponent's sword skills from the same realm."
"The second option is to let me do it whether you are under pressure or not. Stand still. If you can let me move, it is up to you. If you move even half a step, I will lose."
The lineage of Luoluoshanzhulou.
This has always been the way to teach boxing and feed boxing.
I couldn't bear it anymore, so I went back to drink. The two sides were still Brother Liu and Brother Chen.
Liu Zong didn't have any words, so of course he chose the second option.
Within a stick of incense, Chen Pingan remained motionless from beginning to end. If a dagger came close to him, he would gently push the blade away. But if Liu Zong's fists and feet came closer, Chen Pingan would either stand still and get beaten, with an indifferent look on his face.
The golden-body bottleneck martial artist's full-strength attack landed on Qingshan's body. It seemed extremely painless, or he just... slapped it down, causing Liu Zong to vomit blood.
In a strange interrogation of boxing in a strange world, Liu Zong is like an ordinary man trying to shake a mountain. He does not overestimate his own abilities and in the end will only get injured. The harder he punches, the more serious his injuries will be.
Liu Zong staggered to his feet, his body swaying, and he tightened his grip on the dagger in his hand. His head was lowered, and blood dripped from his face to the ground.
Liu Zong suddenly raised his head and saw that the old martial artist had taken a few mouthfuls of pure zhenqi. His vision had long been blurred and he could only vaguely see the man in green shirt not far away. He went against his promise and opened a simple and honest man without any warning.
The boxing stance seemed to be about taking the initiative to punch him.
It doesn’t seem to be, that’s it.
The opponent is finally about to throw a punch.
Just when he was able to stand up, Liu Zong had exhausted all his strength. It was just such a simple movement, but it was no different from the fight between Liu Zong and his fellow masters in the martial arts world in his hometown when he was at the peak of his spiritual power.
They were fighting for their lives. The old man's figure was floating around, but the arm holding the knife was still tight. He closed his eyes and tried to force up a breath of pure Qi, but to no avail, he couldn't do it. The whole world was filled with the opponent's fist.
, let the old man have the world of mayflies and Sumeru mustard seeds, how insignificant I feel. And I only feel that after the other party delivers this punch, I will inevitably fall... In just a blink of an eye, even this little distracting thought is as fast as a fleeting moment.
They were all submerged by the tidal force of fist that enveloped the world, and everything was on the line between life and death.
Liu Zong suddenly raised his head, with a ferocious expression on his face, clenched his teeth, his arms trembled, and with the help of a swaying figure, he actually spun in a circle and thrust out a knife at the blue-shirted man.
His body was sluggish, his shots were weak, and he had a Caozi dagger in his hand, which didn't even have the slightest sparkle.
But this sword, I am Liu Zong, the best swordsman in Ouhua Blessed Land, I must hand it out!
After a while, or maybe a long time later, Liu Zong, who was in a hazy state of consciousness, regained consciousness a little. The old man suddenly found a hand pressing his shoulder, and heard the man chuckle softly: "Good punch."
Xiao Longqiu, Immortal Lord Longbeard from Shangzong has returned to the Middle Earth. At the same time, the mountain owner Lin Huizhi and the master of the law Quan Qingqiu have also disappeared.
Fortunately, the young lady Guan at the Ruyijian hut in Zushan has also left Xiao Longqiu with her sword. She just asked Linghu Jiaoyu to help guard the hut.
Now that they have arrived at Xiandu Mountain, the Immortal from Tieshu Mountain who protects the two children's cross-continental journey, as expected, makes a rare trip to Tongye Island, so he leaves Mixue Peak and goes out to travel the mountains and rivers alone.
Zheng Youqian and Tan Yingzhou went to Luobaotan every day to listen to Mr. Xiaomo's teachings on Taoism and help them make wine together.
In a mansion in Mi Xuefeng, Huang Yiyun, whose injuries were almost healed, went out to enjoy the snow today. She took a walk and saw Qiu Du and the girl Hu Chuling building a snowman near a pavilion.
Ye Yunyun learned from the old woman that disciples Xue Huai and Pei Qian had another discussion at the flower sweeping table and seemed to have benefited a lot.
In the capital city of Dali in Aquarius Continent, a scholar took Cui Ci, a scholar, to visit the Fire Temple and found Aunt Feng under the flower shed.
When Aunt Feng saw the Confucian scholar from Lizhu Cave, she smiled and said, "Walking in the wind is calm and good."
Li Xisheng bowed and saluted, and Aunt Feng's figure instantly disappeared from the stone terrace of the flower shed. She did not accept the gift and stood beside the stone table.
After Li Xisheng stood up, Aunt Feng took out two bottles of wine and continued: "Although this is unnecessary, there is still something to be expected."
Cui Ci, a scholar, did not know the identity of the woman in front of him, nor did he know what she was selling. The young man only knew these two sentences of hers, which were originally written by Lu Chen, the master of Bai Yu Jingsan.
Li Xisheng smiled and said: "What's the big road? There are yellow leaves on the ground."
In the New Yunxiao Dynasty in the southern part of Aquarius Continent, at the highest peak of the mountains, two people stopped here and looked around.
A young man in linen clothes and straw sandals, with a strong build and a dull expression, was followed by an extremely handsome young man, wearing a purple jade crown on his head and a white jade belt around his waist.
The young man was Wu Tijing, a swordsman who had left Zhengyang Mountain. He glanced at the man squatting down, chewing a piece of licorice, and said, "Hu Feng, I think this place is good."
Within a radius of hundreds of miles, the spiritual energy is actually very thin, but compared to the "land with beautiful mountains and clear waters" in the eyes of ordinary people, it is already a bit better. Nowadays, Aquarius Continent is full of mountain forces busy fighting for territory. Cut off a piece and demarcate a piece over there. Otherwise, the dynasty and vassal that has successfully restored the country will send out the Qintianjian Earth Division to help find a new location for the Immortal Mansion on the mountain in their own country. There are several hills that have been spotted by the two of them before, even if human traces
Rarely, there were still monks there, so they were the first to climb up. It was not easy for them to find such a barely accessible mountain top.
The man named Hu Feng chewed licorice and nodded, "I chose this place."
Because the two of them planned to establish a sect, there were actually only two people, Hu Feng and Wu Tijing.
But neither side thought this was a big deal.
The two of them traveled to distant places separately, and then met by chance, but they quickly became friends, and there was no reason to argue.
In fact, the two sides have completely different personalities. One is big-hearted and can be said to be self-confident and arrogant. Anyway, I, Wu Tijing, was born to be a sword cultivator in the fifth realm, sooner or later.
One is broad-minded. Hu Feng has a gentle temperament and usually speaks slowly.
The only similarity is probably that both sides are sword cultivators.
Wu Tijing's eyebrows were flying and he was full of confidence, as if he had the confidence from his mother's womb. He smiled and said: "Hu Feng, in our sect, you will be the leader and take care of the money. I will only be the leader."
When the Patriarch is done, he will definitely become a kendo sect with the prefix Zong, and then you will be the sect leader, well, almost like that Luo Luo Shan Chen Ping'an."
A man in his early forties, a sword cultivator in the Longmen realm.
One is less than twenty years old and a sword cultivator in the Golden Core realm.
Adding all the years together, he is not even a year old, but he has to start building a sect and thinking about the future of the sect.
If we only talk about fairy money, in fact, the two of them together are less than one Grain Rain coin.
"Master? In our sect, it is estimated that there will only be two of us for a long time. Who else can you control besides me?"
Hu Feng said slowly: "There is no comparison with him."
Besides, there is no comparison. Everyone goes his own way and has his own way of living.
Wu Tijing said: "Hu Feng, you should change your habit of belittling yourself in the future and learn more from me."
Hu Feng said: "Your arrogance is also a bad habit. If you don't restrain yourself a little, you will suffer a lot in the future."
Wu Tijing, a young man who really gave people a feeling of madness, burst into laughter, that's why he fell in love with Hu Feng.
It's not like in Zhengyang Mountain. Every time I go out, I'm surrounded by either flattering or flattering gazes, but by some old swordsmen who say some words of approval with pleased faces. Anyway, they're all self-inflicted. I don't understand.
How is Wu Tijing's sword practice? Does it have anything to do with you?
Wu Tijing hesitated for a moment, then squatted down and asked: "You and that guy are from the same hometown and are the same age. Are you familiar with him?"
Hu Feng turned to look at Wu Tijing and smiled, as if to say, it's really rare that Wu Tijing would be so interested in someone.
Wu Tijing twitched his lips, "I'm arrogant, but I'm not a fool. Not only Chen Pingan, but also Liu Xianyang, I can't beat him."
Hu Feng took his time and added three words for him, "temporarily."
Wu Tijing smiled and said: "Otherwise?"
Hu Feng's ancestral home is over Erlang Lane, not far from the ancestral home of the Yuan family in the Shangzhu Kingdom of Dali.
When I was a child, I followed my grandfather, walking around the streets together, repairing dishes and basins, sharpening knives and so on.
Grandpa knew a lot about the old customs in his hometown. He often helped with weddings and weddings, and he could also earn some money to supplement the family income. In addition, grandpa opened a shop selling Spring Festival couplets, window paper and other odds and ends. Hu Feng's life as a child was actually very peaceful.
He is not too poor, but his grandfather’s surname is Chai, while his surname is Hu. The neighbors all say that his grandfather is the bride-in-law, so Hu Feng received a lot of looks when he was a child, and his peers often talked about it, and his grandfather’s name
, it was also when the tomb inscription needed to be carved, that Hu Feng learned about it for the first time.
The shop's business was deserted. During the Chinese New Year, it was only a little open. It might not be open every day. There was only a sissy kiln worker who often came to the business. Occasionally, there would be a dark and skinny little girl who acted as the oil bottle.
, she followed the man who liked to have orchid fingers and didn't say anything. The only impression Hu Feng had on her was that her eyes were very big, which made her face look very small.
The sissy man who was the uncle liked to call her Rouge. In fact, the kiln worker didn't have much money in his pocket. It was probably only his grandfather who didn't dislike him for not being a man and was willing to chat with him for a few more words.
, even if the sissy doesn't buy anything, she won't chase people away. The little girl will sit on the threshold. When she is really hungry, she will call uncle and then go home together.
Grandpa passed away when Hu Feng was a teenager. Hu Feng did not sell the ancestral home. At that time, it seemed that the world had "changed" and everything had become different.
Hu Feng, like the people in the small town, hunted for treasures everywhere, rummaged through boxes and cabinets, and took out the bottles and cans at home, as long as they looked like old objects, to see if they could be sold for money.
Inside, he picked up a bunch of beautiful stones. There were people on Fulu Street and Taoye Lane asking for prices. Hu Feng didn't think much about it. He divided the eight stones, commonly known as snake gallstones, in half. Neither side would offend.
With two sums of money, during those years, I couldn't sleep well every day, and I didn't dare to leave the house for fear of being robbed.
Before that, Hu Feng had met a man of the same age in Mu Ping Alley, named Song Jixin. The old people said that he was the illegitimate son of the superintendent Song, and it was difficult to take him back to the Yamen, so they found someone to resettle Song Jixin.
In that alley, Song Jixin seemed to never be short of money in his pocket. He took a maid with him every day, wandering around idle and showing off.
Hu Feng liked to go to Lao Ci Mountain since he was a child. He often saw a guy named Dong Shuijing, who was also rummaging around there. Everyone picked up their own things. They didn't chat at the beginning, but they often gained something. Later, Hu Feng
Feng discovered that Dong Shuijing liked to choose those broken porcelain pieces with characters on them. Dong Shuijing later took the initiative to find him. The two relatively taciturn children had a tacit understanding of "doing business" and bartering.
In Huang Erniang's wine shop, Hu Feng could often see the doorman named Zheng Dafeng. The man's eyes seemed to have grown on the woman's body.
Every time during the water rush season, Hu Feng would always see a skinny guy of the same age. He seemed to be on the same street as Song Jixin, and they were neighbors, but one was very rich and the other was very poor.
Grandpa did not allow him to get close to the orphan named Chen, but he was not like the old man near Xinghua Lane who spoke so harshly, calling him a "lost star" and a plague boy.
Grandpa just knew a lot of things and just told him to stay away from that person without telling him why.
Once, Hu Feng was fishing alone on the Qingshi Cliff. There were many potholes. People in his hometown said word of mouth that it was Ritou Nest, which was similar to the Crab Archway. I don’t know who was the first to say it.
Yes.
Hu Feng saw with his own eyes that there was a child who had not learned how to swim, but because he was so playful, he first dug his dog in the shallows of the Longxu River, and then somehow almost drowned, but Hu Feng just lost it.
The fishing rod wanted to run to save people, but there was that thin bamboo pole-like guy. He saw it with sharp eyes, ran all the way, jumped into the water, and dragged the child to the shore. The child cried loudly and was far away. Hu Feng
I don’t know what he said, but the guy finally made the child stop crying, and seemed to have given the child a straw grasshopper.
When some older children nearby approached, the orphan named Chen left.
As a result, I heard that the elders of that family even burned their children's clothes that day, probably out of bad luck.
In the past, all the old and young people, men and women, near Tiesuo Well liked to enjoy the shade under the old locust tree. The parents were short-lived and couldn't hide anything anyway.
The old people told stories, the women chewed their tongues, the men looked at the women, and the children gathered in groups and played around the old locust tree.
Since there are wedding shops, of course there will also be wedding shops. There are not many such shops in small towns, there are only a few, but the business between the two is very different. Hu Feng once asked his grandfather why, and he said that the deceased was the most popular.
No matter how poor you are, you will tighten your belt and take out some money. Even if you are borrowing money from others, you should try your best to do it in a glamorous manner.
But why can’t I make much money for weddings? Grandpa didn’t say why.
Grandpa was very kind to him. He almost gave him whatever he had at home. However, he also had a few rules. Ever since Hu Feng could remember a little, his grandfather had been telling him again and again. For example, don’t pick up money on the road. When something happens, you can help him without asking for help.
Don't ask for help.
But if you must ask someone for help, then you must pay it back. Whether it is repaying money or a favor, you must not owe it. You cannot imitate that you can have extra money for the New Year's Eve dinner and deliberately "have extra money" for the next year.
But if there is a kind of happy money, Hu Feng can ask for it, and he must go. When the bride gets married, someone will "block the way", so Hu Feng will follow, receive a red envelope, and then in his heart,
Silently say a few "old sayings" that his grandfather gave him.
In addition, although my family owns a wedding shop, if there is a happy event in the town, I will help if I can. After I finish my work, I will go home after eating at that family's house. If that family still needs someone to help with the wake-up call, I will go home.
I promise, just remember that when you enter the mourning hall, don't give up halfway. Even if you are sleepy, you should take a nap there directly. You are not allowed to go home in the middle of the night. Don't be afraid of those who have nothing. You can only go home until dawn. Just treat it like it is
Get some sleep.
At the Immortal Tomb, one day every year, Grandpa would take Hu Feng to kowtow.
Before grandpa left, he specifically told himself that even if grandpa is gone, he should not forget this matter. Even if he grows up and needs to travel far in the future, he still needs to burn three sticks of incense on this day every year.
At the far west end of the town, there is a wicker-like girl named Li, but she is very strong and can lift two full buckets of water on a pole. She has a younger brother, who is very tough-minded. One time, the child was wearing clothes in the alley near her home.
He was wearing crotchless pants, and he was walking struttingly. At that time, the child twisted a cicada slough that he picked up from somewhere or from a tree with his two fingers. He held it high, it was golden, and it was glowing under the sun, and he looked at it.
It was different, and it was much larger than the common cicada shells in small towns, so Hu Feng took a few more glances.
Perhaps because he felt that he had succeeded in showing off, the child wearing crotchless pants deliberately slowed down his pace, shook his head, twisted his wrist, and shook the cicada vigorously.
Hu Feng was sitting on a bench at the door of a house in the alley, helping to sharpen a kitchen knife. You can earn three to five copper coins by sharpening a kitchen knife, so you can negotiate the price anyway.
In the distance, a woman stood at the door of her house. She put her hands on her hips and shouted at the top of her lungs, calling her son to come home for dinner.
Hu Feng casually asked the kid named Huaizi if he could buy the cicada shell for three cents.
It was okay that Hu Feng didn't speak. As soon as he spoke, the child became a little scared. He immediately moved to the wall and trotted along the wall with his head down, not daring to talk at all.
Hu Feng didn't take it seriously, and was a little lucky that the child didn't take it seriously, otherwise the three pennies were for nothing, so he concentrated on it and continued to sharpen his knife.
Unexpectedly, the child tiptoed back, put the golden cicada on the bench, and ran away.
When Hu Feng wanted to call him to stop him, the child ran away, lifted his pants, turned a corner, and disappeared.
Hu Feng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. After a while, a head popped out from the corner of the wall. He hid far away before he dared to grin at Hu Feng.
Hu Feng took out the copper coins, and the child shook his head vigorously.
At that time, Hu Feng had no idea what such an encounter on the roadside really meant and how much impact it would have on his future life.
I had always thought that year after year, I would be carrying the wooden box passed down from my ancestors, filled with things, walking through the streets, carrying a whetstone, or helping others mend pots and pots.
In addition, the two whetstones inherited from his family were discovered by Hu Feng at a fairy ferry after he left his hometown.
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I gave a piece to Wu Tijing, and it was a slightly larger piece.
Hu Feng didn't have many friends in the small town. Now that he was away from home, he had sincerely made friends with Wu Tijing, and the other person's sword training qualifications were much better than his own, so there was no need to be stingy.
Wu Tijing asked curiously: "What are you thinking about? You are so absorbed in thinking."
Hu Feng smiled and said: "Think about something from my childhood."
He didn't even know how to repay the man named Li Huai.
Because that golden cicada is a cave filled with sword energy.
Wu Tijing clicked his tongue and said, "Your hometown is really speechless."
Hu Feng said: "Actually, it's okay. Knowing everything is the same as knowing nothing."
Hu Feng took out a bamboo flute and started playing it gently.
In the moonlight, the sound of the flute fills the mountains and plains.
A Luxianzhi is about to arrive at Xiandushan Ferry.
The chief worshiper, Liu Zong, looked pale, but he was in great spirits, but his steps were unsteady, as if he had been drunk.
Therefore, after a group of people disembarked, Liu Zong did not disembark, because the Luxianzhi was about to set off back to Daquan Mirage City.
Chen Ping'an took General Yao and Yao Xianzhi to Qingping Peak.
After the ferry took off again, Liu Zong left the bow and went to a room on the first floor of the ferry. He knocked on the door gently and shouted: "Your Majesty."
After crossing the threshold, Empress Daquan was already sitting at the table reviewing the memorials. A maid in the room was standing on tiptoes, closing the window with gentle movements.
While climbing the mountain, Chen Pingan chatted with the old general.
We chatted about some experiences of the landscape and stories about old friends.
Chen Ping'an missed his hometown and Luopo Mountain a little.
Probably becoming the person you admire the most is a kind of enlightenment.
Naturally, Chen Ping'an thought of the hard-working old cook.
Maybe in Zhu Lian's heart, it's like there is a child who will never grow up, named Jianghu.