Chapter 1117 How Beautiful the Mountains Are

Chen Pingan smiled and picked up the book on the ground and patted the dust away.

By chance, Cen Yuanji walked down the mountain, and Zhu Lian and Wei Bo appeared at the mountain gate archway with warm trees and millet grains. Chen Lingjun burst into tears and called Brother Dafeng at the top of his voice.

Chen Ping'an immediately threw the book to Zheng Dafeng. Zheng Dafeng pushed the book with both hands and slapped the book to Taoist Xianwei. Xianwei hurriedly threw it to the old cook like catching a hot potato and beating a drum to pass flowers.

Zhu Lian was confused at first. He only looked at the title of the book on the cover. It was a serious book, but he didn't need the old cook to read the contents or look at it. He only looked at the condition of the book, especially the pages with many dog-ears. Knowing something was wrong, he looked calm, stretched out his hand to push Chen Lingjun's head away, and quietly put the book into his arms.

The group of people sat around the table, Nuanshu was responsible for serving tea and water, Xiao Mili distributed melon seeds, and gave Zheng Dafeng an extra pack of dried fish, which was regarded as a blessing to Zheng Dafeng.

Even Cen Yuanji made an exception and stopped practicing boxing and sat side by side with the two little girls. In any case, Zheng Dafeng is the first gatekeeper of Luolu Mountain. Although his eyes are evil, he has never done anything about it. This man has been away from home for many years and then returned. She should stop and sit down due to emotion and reason.

Chen Lingjun and Zheng Dafeng sat on a bench. He picked up one of Zheng Dafeng's hands and patted the back of his hand, "Dafeng, brother, I miss you."

These are really not polite words. When Zheng Dafeng was the janitor, Chen Lingjun was very energetic every day. It was really a magical life. After all, Taoist Master Xianwei is not as funny as Brother Dafeng.

Zhu Lian and Wei Bo were of course extremely happy for Zheng Dafeng's return home, but they did not exchange polite greetings with Zheng Dafeng. It was unnecessary for them to be close friends and fellow-minded people for many years.

If you really want to think about it, the first hilltop of Luolu Mountain is actually still the three of them, but later they added Chief Zhou, who has a similar odor.

In fact, Chen Lingjun was not involved in the secret lineage of the Zhulou genealogy of Pei Qian and others, and he didn't know what Yunzi thought of the ancestor Jingqing who had been involved in it for so many years.

Zheng Dafeng raised his head and glanced at Luolu Mountain. The man nodded slightly, quite proud of himself. The flowers on the green mountain were blooming like embroidered cheeks, as if they were born for my return.

The man smiled again and looked at Cen Yuanji sitting across the table.

When I saw that Sister Cen was unmarried, she was probably infatuated and waiting for Brother Da Feng to come home?

Cen Yuanji nodded with a straight face.

Zheng Dafeng smiled knowingly, but Miss Cen remained as reserved as ever, always pretending not to care about her.

In the past few years, I have been running back and forth between Feisheng City Liquor Shop and Hiding Winter Palace. Whenever I drink and miss my hometown, I always think of Miss Cen practicing her boxing exercises up and down the mountain.

How could such a touching person be able to teach a loyal man who had originally planned to keep his integrity for the rest of his life to change his mind five or six times at a glance.

Chen Pingan asked curiously: "What happened?"

A pure martial artist who wants to learn how to become a Qi warrior in the Ascension realm and travel far away to another world. After all, he is using his bare hands and cannot control the natal objects to clear the way, so he has to reach the level of a martial artist in the ultimate realm.

Especially if you want to "wade" in the long river of time without getting lost, it is indeed too harsh for a pure martial artist.

In addition, there is another way to go, which is to obtain exception approval from the Confucian Temple, such as Zhao Yao, the minister of the Ministry of Punishment of Dali, but this is because in addition to belonging to the lineage of literary saints, Zhao Yao can also be regarded as a white man in a sense. There is also an unnamed disciple. It just so happens that the old scholar and Bai Ye both worked together to establish the merits of "creating the world" in the "beginning of Hongmeng" in the colorful world.

And Zheng Dafeng is obviously not on these two paths.

"The mountain man has his own clever plan."

Zheng Dafeng smiled and took out a rare item from his sleeve that was shining like a date stone. It was as long as a finger, but it didn't look like an old thing from the mountain.

Chen Pingan took it into his hand, weighed it a few times, and found it was not heavy. He asked doubtfully: "Is it a shuttle for weaving?"

Zheng Dafeng tried his best again and said with a smile: "What kind of eyesight does the mountain master have? He only saw that this thing is a machine that moves the weft? You can pour some spiritual energy into it and try it."

When Chen Ping'an poured the spiritual energy into the shuttle like water, a vision appeared in the unsophisticated thing. Within the fine wood grain of the shuttle, there was a flash of rainbow light, like an arrow flying by. If he held his breath and concentrated, If you look carefully for a long time, you can occasionally see a white horse stepping on the rainbow light of flying arrows, like a bird fluttering on the branches. The white horse ignores the waterway constraints of the "river bed" wood grain and shuttles between the longitude and latitude. The sun and the moon flew by, time flew by, white horses passed by, and cattle and donkeys walked on the bridge. Is it actually a talisman token that can ignore the rules of the avenue and travel through the long river of time at will?

Zheng Dafeng left his hometown in his early years and had an agreement with Old Man Yang. There were arrangements for when and how to return to Haoran Tianxia.

Zheng Dafeng began to brag about Wang Po selling melons. He patted the table with his palm and acted like a storyteller, saying: "In ancient times, in the old Yuzhou in the north of Chuzhou, there were many thunderstorms during the day. Over time, it became a big swamp, and the water contained The true meaning of thunder and lightning. Later, an unknown Taoist Sanxian was boating in Leize and fishing. He accidentally picked up a shuttle and hung it on the fishing net. When the shuttle came out of the water and appeared in the world, there was a thunderbolt in the clear sky. A sudden thunderstorm came, and the shuttle turned into a dragon and fled away, turning into a rainbow and disappearing without a trace. According to legend, this thing has a very important origin. It was once the Five Thunder Courtyard among the three departments of the Ministry of Thunder in the ancient times. It was specially used to drive away mountains. It can move lakes, blow seas and waves, raise and lower yin and yang, and it is also one of the important tokens used to kill the land floods, droughts, and trespassing dragons."

Chen Ping'an nodded when he heard this. In ancient Shu, it rained all day and night, and the water was breathable from the sea. Therefore, the wine in the gourd and gourd hanging around Chunyang Taoist's waist was brewed from the strong water of the Chongdan River. In addition, the territory of Yuzhou was often thundered during the day. Shock thousands of dragons.

Zheng Dafeng encouraged: "Brother Jingqing, why don't you touch and see such a priceless and rare thing?"

Because Chen Pingan deliberately kept the power of thunder in his palm at this object, so that it would not pour out. Otherwise, Chen Lingjun and Hong Xia, who are close to the water, would just take a look at it, just like ordinary people looking up at the scorching sun for a long time. , it really hurts the eyes and makes the face full of tears.

Chen Lingjun was eager to give it a try, but he was cautious about sailing the ten-thousand-year boat. He laughed and said, "Do you think I am a fool? With such a background, it must be very hot to tell you such a mysterious thing."

Xiao Mili said: "Children over there in the town often play shuttle games."

In the past, when Pei Qian went to school, she, the right guardian of Qilong Lane, would often wait at the door of the school with the left guardian, one on the left and the other on the right, waiting for Pei Qian to finish school.

On the way back to Qilong Lane, I often see children from the market gathering in the streets, holding long wooden sticks, hitting one end of a short shuttle on the ground, causing the shuttle to fly into the air, and then hitting it with the stick. Whoever flies the farthest shuttle wins. Children with good eyesight and strong strength can win more than a dozen shuttlecocks as bets. After all, the feather shuttlecocks have to be affixed with a few copper coins, but the short shuttlecocks are made of the most common wood and are worthless, so children from every family All. Pei Qian had a lot of shuttles back then, all of which were made of wood by Shi Rou, the shopkeeper. Her playmate at that time was only Xiaomi Li, so when they played, whenever the shuttle went away, they would let Qilongxiang left The protector took the money back, and sometimes Pei would mess with the money. He saw the right moment, whispered "Go away", and accurately drove the wooden shuttle into the toilet on the roadside. In fact, the left protector of Qilong Lane had already awakened and was able to reshape his body. One can imagine his mood and expression at that time.

So as long as Pei Qian is around, it really doesn't dare to succeed in refining its form.

Zheng Dafeng gave a thumbs up to Xiaomi Li, "I hit the nail on the head. This is the second level of origin of this shuttle and the reason why it fell into my hands all the way. As expected, the right guardian has good eyesight. I haven't seen it in several years. See you, be impressed!"

Xiaomi Li grinned, raised his hand and pressed it twice, "It's common knowledge, don't be surprised."

Only with Zheng Dafeng and Liu Doudou, Xiao Mili always felt that she was extra clever.

Chen Pingan returned the shuttle to Zheng Dafeng.

Zheng Dafeng carefully put it into his sleeve, gathered his voice into a thread, and whispered to Chen Ping'an: "It's a thing that this bastard Li Huai got tired of playing when he was a child. In his early years, the little bastard often came to play in the backyard of the drug store. The old man was afraid that Li Huai would feel bored, so he used his own hands to He made some wonderful objects, including this shuttle. Li Huai never took it seriously. At that time, he wore crotchless pants and shuttled in the backyard every day. Those marks made by the shuttle are still there today. Back then, I had to help the master sew window paper every time. This was nothing. Later, Li Huai took it home for fun and couldn't find it. , and when he came to the door empty-handed, he asked the master to give the whole shuttle a hard time. Of course, the old man didn't say anything to Li Huai, and immediately went to the utility room to work as a temporary carpenter, chopping wood and shaving wood for the little boy to build a new shuttle. , I just told me, as an apprentice, to find the things back. If you can’t find them, you don’t have to go back.”

After all, it involves Master and Li Huai, and even if the people present are all members of the Luopo Mountain family, Zheng Dafeng should not reveal the secret. He is cynical, heartless, and it does not mean that he has no brains.

What's more, leaving aside his boxing skills, when it comes to the inferiority of master and disciple, Li Er is nothing. How can he compare with Zheng Dafeng? I married a mother-in-law. During those years, I often blocked the door and scolded him, which almost made Master and the old man mad. This woman Zheng Dafeng had to call her sister-in-law. She really dared to scold her. When her senior brother Li Er lost his job at the drug store to make a living, she was not happy. She sat in the drug store, rolling around on the floor and scolding the old man. A man who is a master when his own man is a master is disrespectful to his elders and is not a thing. He is an old bachelor with a belly full of tricks. He thinks about picking out ashes all day long. He even thinks about his apprentice’s wife. He either often goes to her yard to squat in the corner at night or wants to. Get Li Er drunk, and then insist on dragging her along with a woman to drink with her...

Zheng Dafeng said helplessly: "As a result, I almost made my eyes pop out. I rummaged through the streets and alleys of the town and finally found the shuttle. You can't even imagine where I left it." What came out was a roadside toilet, and in that pile of corns, bastard Li Huai was really better at throwing things away than hiding them."

At this point, Zheng Dafeng, who was full of grievances, almost shed tears on the spot. He who respects teachers the most, was almost forced to sever his master-disciple status because of this little thing.

After that, Chen Pingan briefly talked about the current situation of Luolu Mountain.

Wei Bo stood up and left, saying that he had made an appointment with Master Gao to take her to visit Piyun Mountain.

Zheng Dafeng looked at the boy in Tsing Yi out of the corner of his eye. Chen Lingjun immediately understood what he was saying. He secretly raised a palm toward Zheng Dafeng and twisted his wrist like a drinking punch. He gave eight, seven, and eight three successively. The gesture of a number was a message to Brother Dafeng, informing the high-ranking leader of the Hushan Sect, how beautiful and charming they were when viewed from the front, the side, and the back.

it is more than words. Zheng Dafeng nodded slightly, quite surprised, but it is inevitable for a man to have a little regret. Even if the total score of the three combined does not change, it would be better if it were five, nine, or nine.

Now that Zheng Dafeng knew what he was doing, he had no choice but to remind him aloud: "Weishanjun, remember to give me a nice word. It's best for the senior leader to come and sit with me in his spare time. There is no need to deliberately exaggerate the facts. Just tell her the truth, just say that the owner is elegant and the house is clean, well, I will go and dry the bedding."

Wei Bo smiled and agreed.

After that, Nuanshu went up the mountain with rice and was busy, while Zhu Lian went to Yuanmu Peak to cut trees and bamboos and build a mansion and mountain road with his own hands, leaving only Chen Lingjun here to join in the fun.

In fact, the most embarrassing thing was Taoist Master Xianwei.

Of course, I have been fascinated by Zheng Dafeng for a long time, but when the real owner comes, he, the guest who occupies the magpie's nest, will definitely have to move. He may not even be able to keep his identity as the gatekeeper who ensures harvests during droughts and floods.

Walking towards the house together, Zheng Dafeng suddenly said: "Over there in Wucai Tianxia, ​​Cui Dongshan came to see me and invited me to go to Xiandu Mountain to resume my old career and continue to be a janitor. He said that the Taoist priest Xianwei here in Luolu Mountain , is very hardworking and responsible, so I think this matter can be considered, the mountain master is willing to let it go, and when the Feng Yuan ferry returns from Beiju Luzhou, I will follow the ferry to Qingping Sword Sect to stay."

Cui Dongshan and Zheng Dafeng promised that as long as they come to Xiandu Mountain, they will teach him what it means to have many beauties in Wushan, and the beauty is as beautiful as jade.

Zheng Dafeng only asked one question: Are there any sects around Xiandu Mountain similar to those on Zhuchai Island and Caique Mansion on Luzhou in Beiju?

Cui Dongshan vowed that as long as he agreed to work as a gatekeeper in Xiandu Mountain, he would be transformed by Zheng Dafeng!

Chen Ping'an rubbed his eyebrows. This proud student who poached the colorful world could beat a big white goose into a black mess if he stood in front of him at this moment.

Zheng Dafeng sighed: "This will only make Miss Cen lose her love."

Chen Ping'an said angrily: "Don't ruin a girl's reputation."

Zheng Dafeng nodded in agreement, and then kicked Chen Lingjun on the buttocks, whose sleeves flew up, "Is it a wine bag or rice bag? I haven't reached the Jade Pure Realm yet."

Chen Lingjun staggered and said angrily: "What do you think the Yu Pu Realm is? If you want it, you can get it if you have it?!"

Zheng Dafeng sneered and said: "How do you brag about Nuanshu? Isn't it so easy to get to the Little Jade Pure Realm at your fingertips?"

Chen Lingjun choked for a moment and asked tentatively: "Xiaomili, did you tell me all this? Oh, you are such a competent retributor."

Zheng Dafeng raised his feet again, "Still using millet grains? I thought with my knees."

Chen Lingjun subconsciously wanted to help Zheng Dafeng, but when he saw brother Dafeng lifting his legs and then retracting them, walking as fast as flying, the boy in green suddenly blushed and smiled.

Zheng Dafeng also felt warm in his heart. He said before that he was homesick, and he meant it sincerely. It was true in the slightest. The acting shopkeeper was chatting and laughing at the wine table in a foreign country, but the new friends were not as good as the old friends.

Taoist priest Xianwei is really a simple and kind person. It turns out that after receiving the job of being a gatekeeper, Xianwei moved into the house and did not occupy the main room of Zheng Dafeng. This fake Taoist priest just lived in a side room. Room.

Hearing that there was wine in Xianwei's house, Zheng Dafeng put away the key to the main house and said it would be better to go sit with Taoist Xianwei for a while and chat while drinking.

Xianwei was a little embarrassed and said that the room was a bit messy.

This side room is both Xianwei's residence and study. The caretaker is the most leisurely and casual job. Xianwei reads a variety of books and is diligent in reading. He can't let go of the scroll. In addition, he also likes to write something, which makes the table and inkstone very beautiful. The supplies and books in the office were all over the place, and when Xianwei read, he would often read like visiting relatives, changing books, looking through them, reviewing them, and then putting them aside after reading them. Therefore, the books on the table were all messed up, and it was really messy.

In addition, Xianwei was used to living a poor life and was nostalgic for the past. He couldn't bear to throw away those brushes, so he asked Chen Lingjun to help him buy a celadon pot shaped like an urn from a shop in a small town, specially used to hold it. Put away discarded brushes, and over time, the old brushes gradually rise above the porcelain pot, which is quite a bit like a mountain of brush mounds.

This is actually the first time Chen Pingan, the mountain master, has entered the house, so he was extremely surprised when he looked at the porcelain pot. Xianwei likes to read, and anyone who is not blind knows this, but Chen Pingan really didn't expect Xianwei to use it. I have dropped so many writing brushes, but what should I write? It can't be those erotic novels written by talented people and beautiful ladies. Do you still want to find a bookseller to engrave and sell books to make money in the future? So I took a look around and found that in addition to a few bamboo dustpans placed in the corners of the room, containing many "books" compiled into volumes, there were also some scattered manuscripts on the table. They were probably the experience of reading books or excerpts? Chen Pingan pulled out one of the manuscripts covered under the book. The handwriting was ordinary and Zhou Zheng. As for the content... Chen Pingan was speechless. There were only a few sentences on the paper. I am an old man who has learned the Tao in the mountains. This sentence is depressing. If we read the sentence "The fallen hairpin lay across the pillow of water essence" from the book next door, it will become wonderful.

Zheng Dafeng craned his neck to glance at the content on the paper, nodded slightly, and then shook his head slightly. The man suddenly became a Confucian sage who reigned over the world. With an indifferent expression, he began to point out to the younger generation: "If you add another comment about "Shan Chai" "The pair of pillows is enough to make the onlookers think about it for a long time. At this time, this scene has a sense of 'silence is better than sound'."

The Xianwei fisted his palm and said with great energy: "Brother Dafeng is indeed a senior master!"

Zheng Dafeng said with a smile: "Additional review, one more sentence, both pillows are stained with rouge."

Chen Lingjun chuckled. The Xianwei thought about it for a moment and got the correct answer. His eyes suddenly lit up, and he and Zheng Dafeng looked at each other and nodded.

If Xianwei hadn't been wandering around in the book world for a long time in this house, opening his eyes and gaining knowledge, otherwise he really wouldn't understand what Zheng Dafeng was talking about.

Chen Ping'an picked up the book on the table as a "paperweight" and planned to put the paper back in its original position and press it under the book again. He said helplessly: "It's almost done."

He already regretted his previous idea. At that time, when he received a Feijian message from Senior Brother Mao in the Jise Peak Ancestral Hall, Chen Pingan was still thinking about whether to invite Xianwei to attend the debate.

Just when Chen Ping'an glanced at the second piece of paper on the table, he immediately put the book and paper aside and picked up the piece of paper full of small regular script.

Zheng Dafeng exclaimed, "Why is Brother Xianwei so careless about his job?"

Chen Ping'an didn't raise his head, just browsed the content on the paper carefully, and said with an angry smile: "You have to have a certain level of nonsense, why are you not doing your job properly?"

The Xianwei looked shy, wishing he could dig a hole in the ground and burrow down there. His voice was like a mosquito or a fly, "If you don't overestimate your own capabilities, you will make people laugh."

On the side of Brother Dafeng, whom he has admired for a long time, Taoist Priest Xianwei, who is sincerely convinced, always regards himself as a junior.

Zheng Dafeng picked up the rest of the papers on the table and quickly flipped through them. His face no longer had the playful look before, and he nodded and said: "Brother Xianwei is well-read and ambitious. He plans to use the old rails of the book mountain in Huainanzi Mountain." , are you dissatisfied with the former's frugality and thinness, and are you planning to expand it? This is a big project. It should have been a matter of the imperial court ordering the entire Hanlin Academy and dozens of old scholars to collate, compile and summarize books together. Brother Xianwei He even thought about shouldering this heavy burden on his own shoulders, okay, okay, being the gatekeeper of our Luo Luo Mountain is just right."

It turns out that the Taoist Master Xianwei planned to follow the famous book Xiang Xiang's approach, extracting the name of the story from the book "Big Mountain" as the general outline, and then classifying them into categories, naming them after the five mountains, picking the sentence from the story and calling it "Little Mountain", and then classifying them into Qiu, Ling, and Qiu respectively. Feng, etc., in addition to detailing the original rhyme and storing the content under the other rhyme, they named it Qianshan, and then classified the unpopular official history and trivial anecdotes into the "water mountain" hidden under the water in the mountain range, and then classified the land, land, etc. The wonderful things and sayings in the mountains under the sea are picked out individually and continue to be classified into the real caves and the dragon palace in the water that seem to concentrate spiritual energy and collect treasures...

Xianwei felt ashamed and said: "I was inspired by Brother Dafeng to dare to do such an act of shaking a tree. I never thought about how it was going to happen from the beginning. It is very likely that I will give up halfway."

Zheng Dafeng was stunned, "How to say?"

Xianwei said wait a moment, ran to the dustpan in the corner, tore out a page similar to a preface from a book, and handed it to Zheng Dafeng. Xianwei explained with a smile: "Brother Dafeng is not proficient in Buddhism. As for knowledge, those Buddhist scriptures often contained pages filled with explanatory notes. I read them over and over again. Over time, I made a scribbled summary of Brother Dafeng’s insightful summaries. After that, The idea was still not complete, so I came up with a rough idea of ​​creating a 'mountain'..."

Zheng Dafeng didn't take it seriously at first, but after he saw the preface page, he silently handed it to Chen Pingan. Chen Pingan took it and read the opening text again. As a result, although his expression seemed to be normal, in fact, he was a little nervous in an instant. Scalp numbness.

The handwriting on the paper is in regular script, which is very meaningful. First of all, it is a "big talk" with clear meaning.

Taoist Xianwei, who often lives in the mountains, is close to the grass and trees, and the cold and heat are close. He has feelings when climbing high, and occasionally has insights. Since he is a layman in Buddhism, he naturally should not view Buddhist scriptures, laws, and meditation from the perspective of a sect. I only view Zen as one year old and four years old in the human world. When the time is matched, all things will flourish and be full of vitality. The beginning of the year is the beginning of the Tao, so it is spring. The rules are laid out brilliantly, and the vegetation has become lush, which is summer. On the other hand, the atmosphere is awe-inspiring, the season is here, the flowers and fruits are strong, and it is autumn. The view is dark and clear, like snow filling the world and the heaven and earth becoming one color, which is winter. Zen is a perfect and harmonious way of doing things. Even though the fortunes of the year are silent, they all follow the rules in the four seasons.

Zheng Dafeng rubbed his chin and said with a smile: "Brother Xianwei and I are both the gatekeepers of Luopo Mountain. Anyone who comes directly chases the predecessors. Do I count as a successor?"

Chen Pingan held it in for a long time and said softly: "My taste in looking at people is still very good, as good as ever."

Chen Lingjun glanced at the paper in the master's hand for a few times, but didn't look at it. He put his hands behind his back and pretended to understand. He nodded in approval and said: "Master Xianwei, it's not bad. I didn't read the book in vain."

Xianwei just thought that the mountain master was joking with Brother Dafeng, so he opened the bag full of charcoal and added some white charcoal to the brazier. They were all made by the old cook. Last winter, Nuanshu would regularly deliver them to the house at the foot of the mountain. Later, Xianwei felt that it was outrageous for a girl in a pink skirt to carry such a big bag. If the steward took a trip, he would be covered in charcoal debris. Once, Xianwei went hiking alone to find Zhu Lian and planned to carry two bags by himself. Back at the house at the foot of the mountain, Zhu Lian smiled and said that it would not be an exception next time, because Nuanshu likes to do these trivial things. One or two more things are like picking up one or two copper coins on the ground like millet grains. He will only be happy, but if some habits Nuan Shu will lose the little daily things that he has been doing all of a sudden. It is the same as Xiaomi Li losing money.

They gathered around the brazier and lit the charcoal. Xianwei skillfully set up the iron net and asked Chen Lingjun to go to the kitchen to get a bunch of rice dumplings. A few people sat around the stove to warm the wine.

Chen Pingan asked: "Where is Feisheng City?"

Zheng Dafeng didn't speak, and just stared at Chen Ping'an with a strange look on his face.

Chen Ping'an asked doubtfully: "What's wrong?"

Zheng Dafeng just remained silent for a long time.

Chen Ping'an became increasingly confused and couldn't help but urge: "If you have anything to say, just say it. If something really happens, I can rush over immediately."

If it's not possible to bring Xiao Mo with you, then bring Xie Gou with you. Anyway, Xie Gou's agreement with Bai Zehe and the Zhongtu Confucian Temple does not include Colorful World.

Zheng Dafeng then smiled and said: "Let alone Feisheng City, the entire colorful world is now in the same situation as before, just silent and bored, no one has anything to say."

All this, just because of one person's words.

She traveled far and wide with her sword and returned to the colorful world. Not long after, Ning Yao convened a meeting in the ancestral hall. She made her last speech, concisely and concisely, saying that she planned to remain in seclusion for as little as a year and a half, or as long as two or three years. Year.

Chen Pingan had nothing to say and could only grin.

Nowadays, there are countless monks in the upper five realms in the colorful world. The monks in the Immortal realm can be counted on one hand at most. Ning Yao is the only one in the Ascension realm.

Moreover, when Ning Yao practiced swordsmanship, before going to the colorful world and entering the Jade Pure Realm, he only went into seclusion once, if Chen Pingan remembered correctly.

He was in Ning Mansion at that time, and Ning Yao actually didn't spend much time that time. Her so-called retreat was more like a meditation practice. Therefore, Ning Yao's retreat is completely different from the retreat that any monk in the world must treat with caution. Therefore, when Ning Yao suddenly said that he was going to retreat, and it would take "up to" one, two or three years, the kind of retreat, it was normal for the sword cultivators in Feisheng City to be shocked. As for the colorful world outside Feisheng City, What can you say after hearing this?

If anyone dares to provoke the Ascension City Sword Cultivator while Ning Yao is in seclusion, you can imagine what will happen to her after she comes out of seclusion.

The last person who did not believe in evil was Taoist priest Shan Qing. As a result, after a sword fight, this Taoist disciple went to retreat to recuperate.

Zheng Dafeng said sourly: "Before refining the sword in seclusion, when he learned that I was leaving, Ning Yao came to see me specifically and told me to talk less about the colorful world, so as not to distract you."

In fact, after these years of hard work, Feisheng City has been operating in an orderly manner, with everyone performing their duties, and the young sword cultivators and martial artists in the Hiding Palace have also grown up one after another.

Zheng Dafeng sighed: "I never thought that Luopo Mountain would have a sect so soon."

"It is right to choose Tongye Continent as the next sect. In the peaceful years, in the border areas of a country, how difficult it was to raise a vassal king. After reading a few history books, it will be clear. In the same way, in a continent, how difficult is it to raise a vassal king? It is also quite difficult for monks in the Fifth Realm, especially sects.”

"Here in Aquarius Continent, especially in the central and northern parts that have not been affected by the war, there are only so many places where the aura of heaven and earth and the land suitable for the cultivation of earthly immortals are high. It is not just a season when there are many monks and a shortage of food, but also a situation where there are too many people and there are too few others. Maybe if you snore while sleeping, the noise will be heard on the hill next door. It is difficult for neighbors to live in harmony for a long time. If Blacksmith Ruan does not move away from the Longquan Sword Sect, I can be sure that within a hundred years, Luopo Mountain and Luopo Mountain will be jealous of each other. There will always be conflicts of one kind or another among the disciples in the future if they have the same rice and the same people. Tongyezhou is just the opposite, with a lot of monks and rice porridge, and a lot of unowned land. That is to say, Tongyezhou is far away from other continents, and There are Aquarius Continent and Posu Continent, which are in urgent need of reconstruction of the Confucian Temple, as buffers. Otherwise, it will be replaced by Liuxia Continent or Aai'ai Continent. Even if the Qingping Sword Sect is successfully established, it will still not have the momentum it has today. With the identity of the dragon, he can win over allies from all parties and completely dominate and control the excavation of a new road."

Chen Lingjun said with a playful smile: "Brother Dafeng, if you continue to chat like this seriously, I won't even recognize you."

Zheng Dafeng picked up the iron tongs and poked the charcoal fire, and asked: "Is it possible that the women here today don't like the romantic men with witty words and unparalleled talents, and instead like the honest, silent and dull people?"

Chen Lingjun said: "Ugly people are not lovable. This will remain true for another ten thousand years."

Ignoring the two's banter, Chen Pingan reached out to flip the rice dumplings with slightly burnt leaves and fragrant aroma, rubbed his fingertips, and asked: "Are you really determined to stay at Qingping Sword Sect?"

Zheng Dafeng nodded and said with a smile: "You are a prodigal and an old coquettish person. He never keeps to himself. He can only live in wandering."

Chen Pingan was speechless.

Xianwei said: "Brother Dafeng, if you went to Xiazong because of me, there is no need. I will just move to the mountain. You can also move to Qilong Lane. If you don't mind the trouble and find it an eyesore, then I will be patient." Keep your face here..."

Zheng Dafeng smiled and waved his hand, interrupted Taoist Master Xianwei's words, and picked up a golden rice dumpling, "It would be a lie to say that it has nothing to do with Brother Xianwei, but to be honest, it does. But it doesn't matter much. I can't help much if I stay here. The warriors in Luolu Mountain are either the mountain master or the old cook, or they are like Wei Hailiang and Lu Baixiang who seem to be separated from each other and go out independently. , do you need me to teach boxing? I do want to teach, but they are not willing to learn. I have taught boxing at Feisheng City’s Hidden Hanxing Palace for many years, and I have gained some experience. According to Cui Dongshan, the next sect specially trained Yun Zhanshan As a place where martial artists learned boxing, I went there and had a place to use my skills. Furthermore, in the small town, the women who used to admire my talent and covet my body could still be called MILFs at that time. Although they are old, their charm is still there, but how old are they now? Not surprisingly, they all have grandchildren. When we meet, what else can we say, it will only add to the sadness."

Chen Lingjun rolled his eyes and said, "Eating a rice dumpling is so disgusting."

Then the boy in Tsing Yi and Zheng Dafeng looked at each other, both of them saying hey hey hey.

In the end, Taoist Master Xianwei only knew some principles from books and was not very knowledgeable, so he was unable to understand the mystery for a while.

Chen Pingan said: "The Taoist priest named Shan Qing will participate in this debate on the three religions."

Zheng Dafeng twitched the corner of his mouth, "He was just dragged away to make up for the numbers. This young Taoist priest's quarreling skills are probably not as good as his fighting skills."

Chen Ping'an sighed and began to defend the Tao Ancestor's closed disciple, "It's just that I lost to Ning Yao, it's not embarrassing."

Zheng Dafeng said with a smile: "Just like when you lost to Cao Ci in Weiquan? Three games at Jianqi Great Wall and one at Gongdelin. How many more games do you plan to lose next?"

Chen Lingjun coughed a few times and complained: "Brother Dafeng, why are you talking? If it weren't for my brother, Big Mouth would have fallen over."

Zheng Dafeng raised his palm and slashed at Chen Lingjun's head with the knife. Chen Lingjun immediately raised his elbow to block the knife.

One said that the young hero was young and had deep inner strength, and could travel alone in the world. The other said that the old man was not bad at all.

Having long been accustomed to this, Chen Ping'an thought to himself and said: "I estimate that I will lose to Cao Ci in two more boxing matches, or maybe three."

Zheng Dafeng said straightforwardly: "If we lose two or three more games, we won't have to continue competing with Cao Ci in this life, right?"

Chen Pingan smiled and nodded.

To be honest, if you lose to Cao Ci in three games at most, if you lose the third game, you won’t have to compete with Cao Ci in Wenquan.

Because when the time comes to ask about boxing, it will actually be Cao Ci who teaches boxing.

Chen Ping'an suddenly asked: "Can this shuttle, which can help warriors cross two worlds, be imitated?"

Zheng Dafeng nodded and said: "The material of the shuttle is too rare, so ordinary people should not even think about it. Even a master of talismans like Yu Xuan is too clever to make a meal without straw, but with my master's means and family background, of course it can be done. Why do you ask me this?" "

Chen Ping'an said: "Su Dian over the drug store, she left her hometown alone some time ago, and even Shilingshan doesn't know where she went."

Zheng Dafeng said with a smile: "I, my junior sister, must have eloped with some man, right? Shi Lingshan couldn't help but cry to death when he knew the truth. Yanzhi was right not to tell him."

Chen Ping'an said: "Su Dian may have gone to Qingming Tianxia."

Zheng Dafeng asked: "Is there any explanation here?"

Chen Pingan said in his heart: "It's just a guess. Because I suspect that the last priest of the Great Wall of Sword Qi once came to Lizhu Cave in the early years, and then stopped here anonymously. This person may be in Qingming World now, maybe he is The founder of the Red Gold Dynasty in Yashan, Wu Fulin Jiangxian."

Chen Ping'an once asked Lu Yan about the level of Lin Jiangxian's boxing skills, but Lu Yan did not elaborate on how high this "Master Lin's" boxing skills were. He did not give any examples. He compared them with those of Haoran Pei Bei and Zhang Tiaoxia. For comparison with a first-level martial artist, this Chunyang Taoist who once traveled around the world of Qingming only gave a statement that "swordsmanship is higher".

Needless to say.

This has already verified the answer that Chen Pingan had in mind.

Zheng Dafeng gave him a look.

Chen Ping'an sacrificed his natal flying sword, instantly cutting off the world.

Obviously, Zheng Dafeng felt that speaking with the monk's heart and converging the voices into a secret message was not stable enough, in case the walls had ears, and he was worried that there were deep-hidden monks eavesdropping on the other side of the town.

Zheng Dafeng then continued: "Is Lin Jiangxian the last priest of your Sword Qi Great Wall? If so, why did he leave the priest unjust and secretly come to Lizhu Cave Sky, and how did he eventually become a pure martial artist? I dare not make any judgments. As for whether Lin Jiangxian left Qingming World from Lizhu Cave Heaven, don’t guess. I can tell you unequivocally now that he must be, because this person has a confirmed identity. He is me. , Li Er, one of Yanzhi’s ‘senior brothers’.”

"I remember one time I was drinking with my senior brother Li Er. Li Er drank a lot and accidentally let slip that Master felt that among all the disciples and unnamed disciples, there was only one who really had good martial arts qualifications. , it happened many years ago. This person's surname is Xie Xin'en. You have been studying for a long time. You should be very clear that Xie Xin'en is the name of the Ci brand, and Lin Jiangxian and "Linjiang Xian" are homophonic. They are the same Ci brand, regardless of whether it is Linjiang Immortal, thank you for your kindness, or the wild goose returns. These synonyms and different names are mostly works of mourning and memorial, or paying homage to female immortals near the water. They are indeed related to ancient sacrifices. I remember that the old man was leisurely in the drug store. When I was young, I would often read a book about the landscape travels of a foreign swordsman. So your guess that Lin Jiangxian is the last priest of the Great Wall of Sword Qi is traceable and reasonable."

"Since this girl Rouge has gone out, she must have secretly held an imitation shuttle and went to Qing Ming Tianxia to learn boxing from this senior brother. She is very ambitious and has always wanted to ask you about boxing. She learned boxing from this senior brother Lin. , there is a possibility of 'just in case', otherwise there is no chance. The master still takes good care of her. Whether it is because he thinks the little girl's temper is not to her liking, or because she feels pity for her uncle who depends on her, she loves the house to death. , anyway, I can clearly feel that the master treats her and Shi Lingshan completely differently. As for Su Dian's own origin, whether she is the reincarnation of a certain god like her uncle, I don't know. Don’t want to know clearly.”

Chen Ping'an asked doubtfully: "If you have no grievances or enmity, why is Sudian competing with me?"

The only connection between the two parties was Su Dian's uncle, who once worked in the same Long Kiln as Chen Pingan. The kiln worker apprentice at that time had a vague impression of Su Dian, which was that he occasionally saw a skinny and dark girl. She is always alone, standing somewhere far away, because there are many old rules and customs prohibiting the firing of porcelain in Long Kiln. Women should not approach the kiln entrance. Both hands are not allowed to touch all porcelain-burning tools, especially not close. Kiln fire, once discovered, will really break the legs.

Zheng Dafeng smiled playfully, "Are you really not knowing or are you just pretending to be stupid?"

Chen Pingan was shocked and said: "She likes me?"

No reason.

Neither party exchanged a word.

Zheng Dafeng said angrily: "Show some face."

Chen Pingan breathed a sigh of relief.

"For Su Dian, if she wants to repay her kindness, she is a martial artist, so she has to be at least as high as you, so that she can really help you in the future and repay old debts."

Zheng Dafeng explained: "The little girl has a stubborn personality and is extremely precocious. She is the kind of person who has a clear mind at a young age and can understand everything but is very stupid. However, given the environment in which she grew up, she inevitably feels a little inferior, so You helped that sissy a lot back then, and he must have talked about it a lot when he was getting along with Rouge, and over time, the little girl will keep it in mind."

Chen Ping'an lowered his eyes, looked at the charcoal fire, and said softly: "Is it a lot?"

Zheng Dafeng asked: "Young Master?"

Treating a sissy who is not a person as a person and truly treating her as a person is to provide help in times of need to help her survive the freezing winter of life.

That sissy who has been in a miserable and miserable life may have her only obsession in this life, which is not to freeze to death in winter, but to die in spring.

Chen Ping'an said: "He has returned it a long time ago."

Zheng Dafeng shook his head and said, "That's a sissy thing. Su Dian has his own ideas."

Speaking of this, Zheng Dafeng smiled and said: "Don't think I'm scolding. In fact, the relationship between Sissy and I was pretty good in the early years. We would say hello to Sissy when we saw him on the road, and even invited him to drink several times. Damn it, just Because this guy knocked on the door several times and was seen by others, I was often laughed at by Huang Er’s mother-in-law when I went to her shop to drink in those years. Probably the only good thing is that my sister-in-law is no longer so wary of thieves when she sees me coming to the door. ”

Chen Pingan ate the rice dumplings, smiled, and joked: "Huang Erniang still thinks highly of you."

In the early years, young and strong men in the small town liked to visit Huang Erniang's wine shop. They would buy two or three ounces of wine and a plate of food to accompany the wine, and they could sit there for a long time. Often there would be customers who were mostly bachelors and would come to the door, shouting at the women and buying wine. The woman went to fill the wine jar. When she turned around and bent down, facing the wine vat, all the men in the shop would look at the same scenery. The woman had lost her husband a long time ago and had to raise a child alone. There were many troubles at the pretty widow's house. There was also a woman who climbed over the wall and knocked on the door in the middle of the night. As a result, she was hit by a kitchen knife flying towards her. If the perverted woman hadn't been able to hide quickly, she would have lost her husband. He almost got hit in the face. After that, he calmed down a lot. After all, he couldn't risk the life of the boss for the sake of the second child.

As time goes by, everyone can see that Huang Erniang is somewhat interested in Zheng Dafeng. Of course, it cannot be called the kind of relationship between old friends, but in any case, the only one who can get credit from her wine shop is Zheng Dafeng, a bachelor who lives in the yellow mud house in the east end of the town all year round, is also a bad person. He often encourages Huang Erniang's son to call him daddy, drinks wine in the wine shop, and bask in the sun. Whenever Huang Erniang welcomes Huang Erniang in the shop, When someone comes to deliver someone or bring wine to the table, there will be a woman's shadow on the ground. Zheng Dafeng will stretch out his palm, grasp it or squeeze it, and secretly greet the round place, so as to gain the advantage of not being scolded.

In the early years of the small town, Liu Dayanzhu, a gang of bachelors who only knew how to talk, learned a lot from the Dafeng brothers.

Zheng Dafeng waved his hands, with a rare embarrassed expression, "A good man does not mention his bravery in the past."

If it was something that had nothing to do with it, Zheng Dafeng had always been very rude in his words. If it was true, the man would not want to talk more about it.

Zheng Dafeng changed the subject and said, "Did you go to the Hushan Sect in person and call Master Gao to Luopo Mountain?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "After all, Master Gao is the number one person in the world in name in Blessed Land, so he must have the proper etiquette."

In fact, he is the Hushan sect who was deceived by Zhu Lian and Peixiang. Haha, you are a gentleman of high and low, and you are in love with Zhong Qian and Liqian. Old cook, please wait.

Zheng Dafeng clicked his tongue and said, "Not sincere. As expected, men become bad as soon as they get rich. This is an eternal truth."

Chen Pingan was confused.

Zheng Dafeng glanced at Chen Ping'an and found that this boy was not pretending to be stupid. He asked doubtfully: "What is the greatest opportunity for the blessed land? Outsiders don't know it, but you kid doesn't know it?"

Zheng Dafeng didn't know anything about the Lotus Root Blessed Land that once belonged to the old temple master. Now Chen Ping'an just briefly talked about the current situation. For example, the Hushan Sect built by Yu Zhenyi now has more than a dozen practitioners. Qi warriors, some of them are still middle-level fifth-level monks.

Chen Ping'an was confused at first, then realized, then he stretched out his hands to rub his face hard, and said with a smile: "To be honest, if you hadn't reminded me, I really wouldn't have thought of this."

Zheng Dafeng's meaning is not complicated. Since Yu Zhenyi was able to become a martial artist in the Sixth Realm, or even reach the Golden Realm, he turned to practice mountain magic because of an immortal "Tao book" and successfully succeeded in it. After reaching the Golden Core Realm, he then broke through another realm, "transformed into an immortal" in the Nascent Soul Realm, and ascended to leave the blessed land. At the same time, almost all of the dozen or so Qi practitioners in the Hushan Sect were old warriors. For those who practice Taoism, this means that the unique inheritance of the Hushan Sect is extremely complicated, somewhat similar to the Pushan Yuncaotang in Tongyezhou.

And this kind of undisclosed secret will never be leaked to outsiders casually.

Zheng Dafeng said: "It's strange. Even if you didn't think of this, the old chef and Dabai Goose are such thoughtful people, and you didn't even remind them?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "I'll have to ask later."

Zheng Dafeng stamped his feet vigorously again and yelled, "You are seeking death, you are committing sin." He quickly reminded Chen Ping'an, "Remember, to the old cook and Sect Master Cui, you must never say that it was me who started the conversation."

Chen Pingan nodded and joked: "The old cook can guess it anyway. I won't ask sooner or later. You will ask as soon as you come back. You can figure it out with your knees."

Chen Lingjun said something fair, "Except for me, anyone who can play chess has a dark heart."

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "I am just a bad chess player, except of course."

Chen Lingjun immediately sighed, "You can't, Guo Zhujiu said, Master, when you were at the Summer Palace, as a top player, you were often asked to play handicap games. I heard that in addition to Lin Junbi, there were also Song Gaoyuan of Lujiao Palace, Cao Gun of Liuxiazhou, and Scrophulariaceae of Jinjiazhou are all extremely intelligent and powerful characters. They are first-class chess masters and can be the top national players in the chess game. When they join forces, they must work together to achieve success. They had the guts to play chess with the old man alone, but they were also killed in such a disgraceful manner that they didn't know who had the bad idea. They had to use some underhanded tricks against the old man, such as letting an old girl who couldn't get married, and the man named Luo Zhenyi’s beautiful girls are all dressed up and wandering around the master, trying to distract him. Of course, such clumsy tricks are destined to be in vain..."

Chen Pingan bent his fingers and put them between his eyebrows, feeling a headache.

Chen Lingjun asked: "Is there any validity to Guo Zhujiu's statement?"

Chen Pingan asked back: "What do you think?"

Chen Lingjun felt helpless and lied about the military situation. Guo Zhujiu mistook me!

Zheng Dafeng turned around and asked with a smile: "Brother Xianwei, can you play chess?"

The Xianwei hesitated for a moment, then said sincerely: "I know a little bit. In my early years, I traveled all over the country and played wild chess, and I could only earn a little bit of money. However, there are more stalls in the Xiangxi opera, which takes less time and can set up some endgames. Furthermore, As long as you read a few chess books and memorize the hundreds of endgames in the book, you can deceive someone."

In fact, Xianwei doesn't particularly like playing Go, but prefers Xiangxi. I can't tell you the specific reason. He just thinks that the latter is easier to play. Even those famous chess endgames have more than a hundred moves in length. During There are so many changes that Xian Wei doesn't find it very strenuous. The reason why he doesn't like the former is not because he thinks playing Go is more complicated and energy-consuming. However, facing a chessboard with nineteen vertical and horizontal lines, Xian Wei plays the score alone every time he has nothing to do. , I always feel an indescribable awkwardness.

Zheng Dafeng exclaimed: "Brother Xianwei is an all-rounder."

Chen Lingjun laughed and said: "It's a pity that I'm still a bachelor."

As a result, the three people in the room all looked at the kid in green who spoke freely.

Chen Lingjun's smile suddenly stiffened and he shrank his neck.

Wei Bo and Gao Jun went hand in hand to the Piyun Mountain, deliberately slowing down so that the Gao Master could clearly see the mountains and rivers under his feet, the gray mountains with jagged rocks and caves, and the dense buildings under the sunlight. Clusters of fish scales shine on the backs of chelicerates. Huanghu Mountain and Yuanmu Peak are adjacent to each other. The mountains and rivers are dependent on each other. One is a misty Shuiyun Township, the other is dense with bamboos and pines. The sun shines on the mountain stream, and the fish swim in the water. One lake and one lake. The mountain is like a woman in yellow and a guest in blue. Two pairs of them have looked at each other speechlessly for thousands of years. Longji Mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist, and there is a vague sense of sword energy flowing around it. There are Fengxue Temple and Zhenwu Mountain monks who build grass and practice here, and there is that The huge lake that appeared after moving the mountain top has a magnificent scenery, with large chunks of chaos, swirling circles, ripples of water, green lotus leaves standing tall, and the wind blowing the fragrance, just like a vast green glazed resort...

Previously, Wei Bo temporarily lent a talisman sword to Gao Jun and explained to her that Qi practitioners must wear this object when flying in the air to control the wind in Chuzhou. After leaving Chuzhou, there are no such rules.

Gao Jun hesitated for a moment, and then asked the tiger about the size of Beiyue's territory.

After Wei Bo gave that answer, he smiled and said: "Master Gao is a distinguished guest of Luopo Mountain, and that is a distinguished guest of Piyun Mountain. If you are curious about anything, just ask directly. Don't be so reserved. If the matter involves secrets, I will do the same." Speak to Sect Leader Gao."

Gao Jun was already shocked beyond measure, but the mountains and rivers governed by Beiyue in a country were so much larger than the territory of the entire Lotus Root Blessed Land? So isn't Aquarius a vast and boundless land?

In this way, if Wei Bo, the elegant yet warm-tempered mountain king next to him, were in the blessed land of his hometown, wouldn't he be equal to the mountain king who rules the world?

Wei Bo noticed Gao Jun's strange expression and immediately understood that Chen Ping'an must have not told her much about the Haoran customs outside the blessed land.

After thinking about it, Wei Bo took out two books of Mountains and Seas Chronicles and Supplementary Records from his sleeves, handed them to Gao Jun, and said with a smile: "After reading these two books that specifically introduce the scenery of Jiuzhou Mountain, Master Gao will be proud of us. The world has a general impression."

Gao Jun wanted to refuse and went to Piyun Mountain to be a guest. Even if the guest did not bring a greeting gift, there was no reason to collect the gift from the host. However, she was really unwilling to return it, so she stopped Yufeng and accepted the two most recent books. Gao Jun and the considerate Wei Shanjun bowed to express their gratitude for the immortal books that could help him solve his urgent needs. Wei Bo couldn't help but laugh. If this extremely polite senior leader were to become a monk of the Luoluo Mountain Genealogy in the future, or a guest official like Zhong Qian, she would probably still feel uncomfortable even if she had participated in many discussions at the Ancestral Master Hall.

For ordinary people to integrate into the atmosphere of Luolu Mountain, they need both understanding and fate.

Wei Bo felt that he was still incompatible with the atmosphere of Luolu Mountain. If he wanted to be honest and upright, he would have to be at Piyun Mountain.

Wei Bo smiled and said: "Although there is a suspicion of boasting, in order to prevent Gao Zhang from misunderstanding, I must explain a few words. I, the Beiyue Mountain King, am not only the king of a country in the Great Li Dynasty, but also the Piyun Mountain in front of me. , is the northern mountain of the entire Aquarius Continent, because just a few years ago, the Dali Dynasty was still a country and a continent. Later, Dadu in the central part was used as the boundary. The Dali Song family retreated to the north of Dadu, and now it still occupies the territory of Baoping. Pingzhou covers half of the country.”

Gao Jun suddenly realized that the scene in his hometown was the same now. The Five Sacred Mountains stood between heaven and earth, as if they had been recognized by heaven and earth without the need for emperors to consecrate them. The new emperor of the Northern Jin Dynasty, Tang Tieyi, who usurped the throne but did not change the title of his country, once wanted to personally seal the Beiyue Mountain in the Zen Kingdom and left the capital in a mighty manner. As a result, the team had only reached the foot of the mountain when a strange phenomenon appeared in the sky and the earth, and there was a strong wind and rain. Thunder and lightning prevented the group from climbing the mountain. Tang Tieyi couldn't go up the mountain alone, and it turned out to be a big joke. Wei Yan, the emperor of Nanyuan Kingdom, who originally had the same plan, decided not to hit the wall.

Because Gao Jun had personally traveled to the Five Mountains and knew many strange people and things in the mountains, she had already sent a secret letter to the new king of Songlai Kingdom, specifically reminding her of this matter, lest the court act rashly and endanger the tiger king.

Wei Bo said: "The last national master of the Great Li Dynasty was named Cui Chan, nicknamed Xiuhu. According to our Taoist tradition, Cui Guoshi was the elder brother of Master Chen, and Master Chen was their elder brother. A closed disciple of the same lineage."

Gao Jun suddenly realized again.

No wonder Chen Pingan had this family business less than thirty years after he left the blessed land.

It is better to lean against a big tree to enjoy the shade, and there are people in the court who want to be officials. It must be the same in the vast world.

Wei Bo couldn't hold back his laughter, Yan'er said, "After all, we are brothers in the same sect. Master Cui has high hopes and special care for this little junior brother Shanzhu Chen."

Gao Jun nodded and said: "Since we are from the same sect, it is human nature for Cui Guoshi to take extra care of Chen Jianxian. It is not fair to avoid relatives when promoting talents. It is unfair to deliberately alienate him."

Wei Bo was a little surprised when he heard this. This sincere-speaking headmaster seemed to have a natural affinity with Luoluoshan Daodao.

Beiyue Piyun Mountain is extremely high, but it does not give people a feeling of steepness. Wei Bo did not take Gao Jun directly to the Tiger Mansion, but chose a secluded stone platform near the top of the mountain with a wide view. The soil of several prefectures is under the rocks. Next to it, there is a stream flowing into a deep pool among the beautiful bamboos. The water is particularly cold, clear and deep, and there are many fish. There are rocks emerging from the water, with calamus growing on them and moss clustering into green bushes. There are still unknown things. It is named Shuiman. The grass and flowers are difficult to distinguish, and it has the lingering appearance of acacia. The lush forest and sea of ​​clouds are nestled against each other here. The green and white outside are connected with the sky. Looking around, the gorgeous skylight comes from a distance. The mountains are green and green. Every time the wind rises from the high place, the grass and trees sway, and the mountain color changes. The wind flows from top to bottom like water.

Wei Bo gently waved his sleeves, and a colorful lichen appeared out of thin air on the high platform, which was as flat as a knife. On it were two fairy futons woven by the Sanlang Temple in Luzhou, Beiju. These were all from those scenes. The tributes from the Beiyue Night Banquet were almost piled up in the warehouses of the Treasure Bank Department and the Honor Guard Department.

A tiger and a monk were sitting on the futon. Gao Jun saw the beautiful scenery and listened to the sound of the spring. He was silent for a long time before he came back to his senses and asked: "How many years has Wei Shanjun been the tiger?"

Wei Bo smiled and said: "A long time ago, I was just a king of a small country. Later, when the dynasty changed, I was demoted to a mountain of land."

Having said this, Wei Bo stretched out his hand and pointed to Qidun Mountain, "It's over there. It's not even a mountain god."

"By chance and luck, I was lucky enough to take over Piyun Mountain. In fact, I have been the Beiyue Mountain Lord of the Great Li Dynasty for less than thirty years."

"But after all, he is a person who has committed a crime and is always worried about killing people. It is inevitable that he will worry about the current situation and the precarious situation."

Fearful and trembling, Wei Bo used this to describe his state of mind. It was not all a joke from the Lord of Beiyue.

Just like those words with ulterior motives before, it is not that Wei Bo deliberately teased Gao Jun. If it were her first time to come to Haoran World, and the people and things she saw were all different from her hometown, she would be easily suspicious and put herself in the wrong place. When you are in a completely unfamiliar place, and everything you see and hear is beyond a person's old cognitive scope, you need to look for familiar things that you can understand, to find a reassurance for yourself, or to find a basket of anchors to use as an anchor. Used to stop the boat and calm one's heart.

The local accent is like this, and the same must be true for drinking drinks that taste almost the same as those in the world and looking for like-minded friends in the world.

The root of it lies in the words "like oneself" and "not alone".

One time while drinking at the old chef's table, Zheng Dafeng came up with a unique conjecture.

He said that the so-called human world may be a kingdom of God.

All "people" are gods in a certain sense, eating different "incense".

It's probably just an out-of-this-world fantasy and downright drunken talk.

At the top of Jise Peak, the girl in the mink hat squatted on the railing. She raised her chin towards the mountain gate, "Have you met Zheng Dafeng, do you feel a little familiar?"

Xiao Mo nodded and said: "The appearance has changed, but the temperament has not changed."

Thousands of years ago, during the tragic battle to reach the sky, only the god general wearing the great frost armor defended the gate of heaven, knowing that he would die, and refused to retreat.

You must know that the enemies that this divine general faced at that time were not human sword cultivators or Qi practitioners, but the sword holder who was one of the five highest in heaven.

There was no doubt that the god general was finally nailed to the gate with a sword that pierced through his armor and body.

At this moment, Xie Gou looked completely different from usual, with a cold expression and clear eyes. He asked, "Have you ever dealt with that Qingtong Tianjun back then?"

Xiao Mo shook his head and said: "After I entered the Ascension Realm, I only approached the Ascension Platform and never boarded the divine path. I have never met this man, the ancestor of the Earthly Immortals."

Xie Gou said: "I have seen it."

Xiaomo was doubtful about this.

Xie Gou said in a deep voice: "After I became the Earth Immortal Queen, I walked through the Ascension Platform once, but it was not the path that a woman should take. I decided to take another path as a female sword cultivator."

Xiao Mo immediately believed it and was convinced, because this was indeed something that the sword cultivator Bai Jing could do and would definitely do.

Xie Gou raised his hands, hugged the mink hat on his head, and curled his lips, "It's not good to act on impulse. My level is not high enough. At that time, my swordsmanship was not effective, and I almost lost my life."

Xiao Mo said: "Qingtong Tianjun and the other one are still very kind to the monks in the world."

Xie Gou nodded and said: "That's because they have retained a large part of their humanity. This is something unimaginable in the ancient heaven. I still can't think of a suitable reason."

Xiaomo was silent.

People's hearts are unpredictable and a mess, so their words and deeds are inconsistent.

This is not the case for the ancient gods. Except for the five supreme and high-ranking gods, all their words, deeds, thoughts and thoughts are just a straight line.

People who practice Taoism have to eliminate thousands of magic techniques to practice their own way. If they trace their roots back to their origins, they are just learning from the superior gods to abandon distracting thoughts and concentrate on one mind.

In fact, Xie Gou had already noticed a few familiar smells from that side of the town, with a sarcastic expression on his face, he said: "The sky and the earth are like mausoleums and valleys, and the vast seas have become mulberry fields. It's a pity that the fish that swallowed the boats in the past, but the land is infested with ants."

Xiaomo was about to move away, but Xie Gou suddenly asked: "Xiaomo, Xiaomo, isn't my squatting posture unsightly?"

Xiao Mo didn't say a word. Xie Gou turned back, bent her knees, stood up, held up her marten hat, and looked at Xiao Mo wearing a yellow hat. She thought it was a perfect match.

Walking next to Xiao Mo, the girl began to sigh. It was obviously a destined love made in heaven, but why was it still so hard?

Xiao Mo suddenly asked a shocking question, "Tell me the truth. Putting aside the personal matters between you and me, what do you want when you come to Haoran World this time?"

Xie Gou blinked. She didn't want to deceive Xiao Mo, and it was inappropriate to tell the truth, so she had to start pretending to be stupid.

Xiao Mo held a hiking pole and walked on the mountain road between Jise Peak and Jiling Peak. He said in a calm tone: "It doesn't matter if you don't want to say it. Anyway, I don't dare to be interested, but I have something to say first. No matter what kind of treasure it is, no matter what you do." Get it, remember not to violate the rules of the Confucian Temple, and don't make my young master feel embarrassed."

Ascension realm sword cultivators like him and Bai Jing almost all liked to travel alone in the "world" ten thousand years ago, so in fact, several worlds today are actually both strange and familiar to them. Although the years have passed, and the number of monks who have walked through the human world in the past ten thousand years has been overwhelming, almost all the opportunities and valuable treasures from ten thousand years ago have been seized and plundered, but it is inevitable that there will be a few fish that slip through the net and have never been caught. Later generations of monks noticed that Xiao Mo guessed that Bai Jing's trip must be for treasure hunting, and she would never return empty-handed.

Xie Gou smiled awkwardly, "Ha, the thief never escapes."

Chen Pingan left the house alone, and Chen Lingjun was kindly persuaded by Zheng Dafeng to stay. The two sides winked and started talking in secret again.

Before leaving, Chen Ping'an took out several large jars from nearby objects, all of which were filled with "clear water". Although it was clear water, it was valuable because it was the Lingqiu of Changchun Palace, the Floating Money Spring of Longtuan Peak of Yunxia Mountain, and two Pei Qian collected water from other continents during his travels. The first time Cao Qinglang went to Dali Capital to participate in the examination, Zheng Dafeng just made a joke, asking Cao Qinglang to take a detour to the Changchun Palace after being named on the gold list. If he couldn't buy it, he would steal a few large pots. Lingqiu spring water is used to make tea, and women who drink it can stay beautiful. In fact, Zheng Dafeng's good intention was to let Cao Qinglang, a bookworm, go to the Changchun Palace where fairies Yingying and Yanyan gathered to gain experience and gain insights... The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. Cao Qinglang took it seriously, but The water of Lingqiu is the source of Changchun Fairy Brew brewed by Changchun Palace. It is a strictly guarded place and is a forbidden area. Even if Cao Qinglang is the second best person in the Great Li Dynasty, it is useless to ask for water. Moreover, Cao Qinglang does not have Lingqiu water in his hand at that time. After many twists and turns afterwards, he finally found someone to help with the small and close objects, and then sent them to Niujiao Ferry via the Xianjia ferry.

As for the two small celadon vats that come from the floating spring water of Longtuan Peak, Chen Ping'an once walked through Yunxia Mountain, so one can imagine how it came about.

Zheng Dafeng looked at the bottles and cans and was speechless for a while. It was just a joke in his early years, but each one of them turned out to be serious.

It's just that Zheng Dafeng is a little embarrassed. How can he preserve these clear spring waters that are easily spoiled and turned turbid?

Chen Ping'an said, "Go and ask Wei Shanjun for help."

Cen Yuanji slowly walked up the steps and practiced walking and boxing. She was as small as a mustard seed. One climbed up and the other went down. They passed each other. Chen Pingan walked all the way to the top of the mountain and sat on the steps, stunned. Lost in thought, because of the appearance of the shuttle, Chen Ping'an began to wonder if Kuocang Cave, which included the Cicada Slough Cave in the past, had been secretly collected by Old Man Yang? Then they just deliberately leaked the whereabouts of Cicada Cao Tian, ​​and then there was Chen Qingliu's cross-continental journey, where he practiced cultivation.

The earliest true dragon in the world who was responsible for the specific flow of water transport once secretly formed an alliance with the monks in the world and eventually betrayed the heaven.

Chen Qingliu, the man who killed the dragon, had been refining swords in Kuocang Cave for many years and attained enlightenment here.

Is this considered Old Man Yang’s reckoning with the traitors?

If this is the case, the depth of the calculation and the far-reaching plan are truly terrifying.

According to Lu Yan, the Dragon-Slaying Platform, one of the two execution platforms in ancient heaven, was destroyed by a certain sword cultivator during the battle to ascend to heaven. It was scattered and left in the world. The two largest "cliffs" were one. Longji Mountain has many ancient names, including "Zhenyin, Tianbi, Windmill, and Liao Deng". From then on, there were many sword immortals and dragons in ancient Shu. Another dragon-slaying stone cliff is located on the Jianqi Great Wall and has been passed down to Ningyao from generation to generation.

Over the years, Chen Ping'an has always treasured a Dragon-Slaying Platform. No matter how obsessed with wealth he was, he would not dare to make any mistakes, so he kept it in a small bag and carried it with him all the time. Chen Ping'an never dared to use it to sharpen his sword.

Because it was Chen Pingan's first time to visit the Jianqi Great Wall and then leave. At the Stork Inn in Hanging Mountain, Ning Yao asked Zhang Lu to help deliver the parting gift to Chen Pingan.

The piece of dragon-slaying platform wrapped in cotton cloth was as big as the palm of a hand, with two characters engraved on the front and back: Tianzhen, Ning Yao.

A token of love!

True hidden, Tianbi. Tianbi is really hidden.

If you take one word from each and combine them, it is "innocent".

The Great Wall of Sword Qi, the last priest, disappeared without a trace and transformed into Xie Xinen of Lizhu Cave Heaven and Lin Jiangxian of Qingming World.

After that, Ning Yao ran away from home. She traveled alone across several continents in Haoran, and finally came to Lizhu Cave.

Chen Pingan still dare not say that he has figured out the details of the town.

People's memories, sadness and regrets are like ancient wells and deep pools, deep in them, unable to extricate themselves.

The nostalgia between lovers spreads all the way, flying like lightning, thinking about someone far away, as if he and she meet again in the blink of an eye.

Chen Pingan breathed softly, rubbed his cheeks, gathered his thoughts, and was about to stand up when he suddenly noticed something strange. Cen Yuanji was standing at the foot of the mountain, climbing without practicing boxing.

Without thinking much, Chen Ping'an went straight down the mountain, turned onto the bluestone road, glanced at the old cook's house, and then returned to the bamboo house. He made up his mind that during the heavy snowfall in Nanyuan Capital this year, the old cook Just wait for me.

Cen Yuanji only waited for the green shirt to disappear from sight before continuing to walk six steps up the mountain.

After all, she is a five-level bottleneck martial artist with good eyesight. She had previously noticed that the mountain owner on the top of the mountain seemed to be waiting for something to happen, staring blankly at the foot of the mountain, which made Cen Yuanji look bad.

Originally, Cen Yuanji was still a little unsure. After all, her impression of the mountain owner had gradually improved from the extremely bad one at the beginning. However, she found Chen Ping'an's gaze at the mountain gate, which had never changed.

In the past, when she was going back and forth from boxing practice, the gatekeeper Zheng Dafeng's eyes would wander and he would be sneaky. Chen Ping'an, on the other hand, was so upright and clear-eyed. Can a mountain master be so unscrupulous? !

In the house at the foot of the mountain, as soon as the mountain owner left, Chen Lingjun and Zheng Dafeng began to "line up their troops." Because they disliked Xianwei's side room and the desk were too small, they went to the lobby of the main house. Xianwei quickly I felt that my eyes were not enough. It turned out that there was an Eight Immortals table full of dazzling things. Chen Lingjun had piled it with all kinds of mountain spiritual objects used to watch the flowers in the mirror, the moon in the water, and the little boy in green stood on the bench, with his hands on his hips, feeling proud. Zheng Dafeng nodded frequently. He had a strong and impressive family background. He gave Chen Lingjun a thumbs up and praised him as a master of the Flowers in the Mirror and the Moon in the Water. But Zheng Dafeng was inevitably curious as to where Chen Lingjun, a pauper, could have made a fortune. Otherwise, Jinghua Shuiyue would have the same virtue as the private Fuzhou. Getting it was the first step, and the most expensive thing to do after that would be the deeds. Chen Lingjun snorted coldly and said that the scale of the project was all thanks to Chief Zhou, who funded him a large sum of Guyu money specifically to purchase such valuable mountain treasures.

When Zheng Dafeng was still in Luopo Mountain, he often went to Zhu Lian's place, and Chen Lingjun closed the door to enjoy the mirror flowers and moonlight in various parts of Aquarius Continent. However, the three fellow-minded people actually had their own preferences. The mirror flowers and moonlight on the mountain , there are many different ways to make money, and the most popular ones are definitely those who rely on female cultivators to support the situation and play the leading role, just like Su Jia of Zhengyang Mountain in the past, and He Xiaoliang of Shengaozong, but they are pretentious He only shows up occasionally. Chen Lingjun likes to look at landscape paintings. The pictures are simple and elegant, but also chewy. Zheng Dafeng is not so subtle and elegant. He likes the kind of small sect of flowers in the mirror and the moon in the mirror. He always has a figure. The graceful female nuns in cool clothes dance gracefully as the finale. Whoever spends money calls him brother. In his early years, Zheng Dafeng’s salary was wasted by the calls of Brother Zheng. Sometimes, in order to be able to chat more with the female nuns He talks dirty and writes IOUs with the old cook. Zhu Lian's taste is rather strange. He only likes those weird ways, such as selling various boxing records and secrets. As a last word, interested parties can negotiate privately. The price will be favorable, and there will be discounts for bulk packaging... Otherwise, there are a few fairy houses that are very eccentric. Mirror Flowers, Water Moon does not follow the ordinary path, and specially sets up the scene where the scholar meets the sexy ghost. The latter is first tempting and then scary. You can see the hot spring through the gauze curtain, and there is a woman. They were playing and playing, each with their graceful backs, hazy, just waiting for them to turn their heads again, which would often scare Chen Lingjun half to death, who was leaning over to look at the scenery, or else it would be the scholar in the gloomy mansion, walking through the corridor alone with a lantern , suddenly a female ghost hangs down from the beam, or a hand with pale skin and scarlet nails gently rests on the scholar's shoulder... The old cook never moves like a mountain, twisting the salted peanuts in the dish slowly Chew and watch with relish.

In the land of Yizhou, only the sects with the prefixes of Shen Gao Sect and Feng Xue Temple, as well as the great immortal mansions such as Yunxia Mountain and Changchun Palace, have fixed rules for when the peaks of the Mirror Flowers and Water Moon will be opened, and they are relatively frequent. The ordinary mountain sects, because Every time you start a Mirror Flower, Water Moon, you need to consume the spiritual energy of the landscape. I am most afraid of losing money, so I have long intervals and am willing to put more effort into it.

Just because there were enough spiritual weapons on the table connected to the mirror, flowers, water and moon, Xianwei had already seen the scene of precious light flowing on the table twice.

Zheng Dafeng brought a few jars of stored wine and poured three bowls. Chen Ling was not in a hurry to drink, and crossed his arms across his chest. "Priest Xianwei, do you want something lighter or meatier?"

I saw Taoist Master Xianwei sitting upright, taking a sip of wine from the bowl, thinking about it, and said in a deep voice: "Pin Taoist practitioners in this line of cultivation do not have requirements to be vegetarian, but you can eat meat when you get married!"

That is to say, Chen Ping'an was not present, otherwise Chen Lingjun could have eaten enough chestnuts.

There is a high cliff at Yuanmu Peak. Zhu Lian raised his head and put his hands behind his back. The iron calligraphy and silver hooks on the cliff were unparalleled in elegance. The running script has the feeling of cursive script, which is not considered a skill, and the regular script has the atmosphere of ancient inscriptions, which is not unusual. However, being able to write a regular regular script with a rush of wild cursive style can really make Zhu Lian They all felt inferior. After careful consideration, Zhu Lian had to admit that he couldn't imitate him.

Previously, a Taoist from Chunyang returned to Yuanmu Peak from a long trip to the sea. He carved a Taoist poem on a stone here. The preface is very long and the content is far better than a poem.

In addition, the font of the preface is not small, and it is somewhat suspected of being anti-customer.

The ancients relegated Xian Bai also came from Emei. His appearance is based on the sky and the Tao. Nearby, Lu Yan, a Yiren, came from this peak. He flew a sword in the air. The earth was wide, the sky was high, and the clouds were deep and old. Don't ask me about the method of cultivation. Adhere to the pure Yang, bathe in the spirit of snow, find the fire in the water, and get rid of the dead mind and resurrect the soul. We have learned such a technique, penetrated the sky and the earth's axis, and my colleagues have followed such a path. Life and death are reversed. That is immortality... Since ancient times, there is no need for money to learn Taoism. There are only sun and moon in the ladle. There was once a purple edict following Qingluan, flying down to the jade capital... There is no distinction between host and guest in the world. A poor Taoist boldly invites God to borrow ten thousand from the world. Spring of next year.

Next to Zhu Lian was Peixiang. She was not in a hurry to return to the Fox Country and would return to the Lotus Root Blessed Land with Gao Jun.

Because Peixiang didn't know the identity of "Lv Yan" yet, he just felt that this cliff carver who dared to put himself and Bai Ye together, since he was "speaking" to the world so openly in the mountains, was either talking nonsense and just trying to gain fame. Taoists are either very targeted and are the kind of unfathomable masters of Taoism. But it can be said that it is the latter. The cliff-carved text in front of me does not have the atmosphere of being full of moral spirit. Generally speaking, when the great monk personally carves the book on the cliff, it will be more or less celestial in the literal sense, but this text Just like Qingci's Taoist poems, the main text and the preface do not contain spiritual energy. Peixiang, as a Nascent Soul monk, still has this insight.

Zhu Lian narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Can't you tell the difference between good and bad, and the depth?"

Peixiang smiled charmingly, nodded and said, "Can you help me clear up my doubts?"

Zhu Lian said: "It is both a Taoist formula and a sword formation, waiting for the destined person in the future. If you don't believe it, you can use all your strength and sacrifice the offensive treasure to see if you can shake these words at all."

On the mountain road, the girl in the mink hat and the young man in the yellow hat walked side by side, but she was the only one chattering. Xiao Mo had a little more patience because he remembered the teachings of his young master.

"Xiao Mo, let me tell you something. During my long sleep, I had the same dream over and over again. It was scary. To use the book's saying, I couldn't see anything when I went out. White bones covered the plain."

"Xiao Mo, why do the local dialects here in Huaihuang County call the backflow of water 'thirsty'? Especially in Baoxi County, many rivers are called so-and-so thirsty. I think this naming method , both clever and beautiful, what do you think?"

"Xiaomo Xiaomo, please come and have a word with me."

"Xiao Mo, I think you like me, right? I'll give you dozens of blows, but if you still don't say anything, I'll take it as your acquiescence. Nineteen eight seven six five four three two one!"

"Oh, what a beautiful day!"